Erin's World Ch. 08

The die was cast. This was our new lifestyle, at least until it all played out. I was going to slut around and Ryan was going to encourage and beg for it and then fuck me after. For all I'd done with him, for him, it must be pointed out he never forbid it or even more than mildly even challenged it. These were mostly his fantasies after all, even though they were much like mine. I admit, I'd wanted to go back to my promiscuous ways of college and I never thought I would. But now, I was outdoing even those days. I didn't know if it would last, it was like an inferno for us. I wondered when it would burn itself out.

It was easy to control Ryan's fire, though, because I'd basically told him he could fuck me all he wanted or he could wait until after I was with someone else. He couldn't have both. Since the door had been opened to opportunity there just were too many ways and "obligations." I had to fuck around. For example, his "rule" I had to let whoever fucked me have a repeat fuck. The latest was after the poker game and Bill, who I'd fucked in our own bed while Ryan stewed outside the door. As I'd suspected his relationships with his friends cooled instantly. He didn't talk to them for weeks. That didn't stop him from constantly asking me if I was going to fuck Scott again, or, to let someone else go further, especially Ray, who hadn't fucked me yet. I had to shake my head at the dichotomy. He was like Sybil, with a multiple personality disorder.

"How can you want it, beg for it, get off when it happens and then complain or mope around when it does? Then, when you start to get excited again you go right back and start begging again?" I asked, exasperated by his frequent mood swings.

"I do want it, obviously," he said in a moment of candor. "I just haven't had to deal with it before. Please be patient with me."

"I would be patient, but you get on me to keep doing things, wilder things. How can I be patient?"

"I mean patient with my moods, not with what you are doing."

That sounded like he was giving me a green light to go forward, even in his conflicted state. I waited for his next move after chilling out from it all for a few days. Then, the begging started again. Most telling was that he kept bringing up Bill and how I "owed" him another fuck even after how humiliating that was to him. Even if he didn't want it to be so in his face, he still wanted us to continue with it. He wanted his wife to fuck the guy who had humiliated him so. He was telling me in his own way that I should no longer debate or even ask. He was pleading for this kind of treatment. So, I made Ryan go shopping for me. I told him I wanted him to pick out the bra and panties he wanted to "give me away" in. That must've been embarrassing, having to pick out those things as a saleswoman helped him. I thought of making him "have" to tell her what they were for but it slipped my mind before he was already home.

Not long after he'd gone to the mall I got a delivery of flowers. I was in my soft fluffy long robe when I answered the door. I immediately assumed it was from Red, the foreman, or maybe Scott, but I was shocked that it was from Ryan.

The card said, "thank you for service." That was it. I stood there with a confused look at first then it hit me. "Service." The service fantasy. The cock sucking slut fantasy. I didn't even need to talk the delivery guy into it. Ten seconds, the robe was on the floor. I was on my knees in my kitchen giving him head that he'll remember for life. I remember thanking him as I wiped his cum off onto the robe I picked up off the floor when it was over. I grinned at how hot I was now.

Cock sucking has always done that for me. Ryan only knows that I love it, he doesn't know the full extent of it. I did, and still do plan on revealing it to him over time. In college, before I was with Jack, I was in a sorority. Ours was particularly kinky in their rituals. On party nights with the frat boys several of us "sisters" would be chosen to accomodate their needs. Most of the sorority girls were lesbians, so somehow I ended up getting "volunteered" the most. Mostly it would be me being put in a room, or closet by myself and the Sorority leader would send a guy in to get his cock sucked. Seeing how I excelled at it, and how few of the other girls liked it I became the "go to" girl. For the rest of that Fall, I was given a special locket I had to wear. It was a signal for one particular frat, which we were aligned with. When anyone from that frat showed me their frat pin, no matter where I was, I had to follow them to the closest place, usually a car or behind a building and suck them off. Honestly, I don't really know how many I sucked that semester but it was more than most women do long term relationships. It's actually how I met Jack, he used my mouth repeatedly. It gave him the easy access into kinky brain, which he later took advantage of, as well.

Ryan returned and I made him kiss me deeply as I told him what he'd made his cocksucking slut of a wife do. He surprised me in his choice of lingerie. It was a knockout black set. The bra was frilly, revealing and sexy and the panties were like strings. Two instead of one in back which met in the crack of my ass, everything else back there was showing. In the front, it was just a thin patch, barely covering my lips.

"This is what you are going to give me away in?" I asked, somewhat shocked.

He blushed. "Probably won't have them on long anyway."

"True," I giggled. He sat on the bed as I put on my makeup in just those underwear. I kept letting him know what Bill would be seeing.

"Is he...you know....controlling enough for you?"

"He does tend to go for what he wants," I agreed. Truthfully though, his cock was average. He wasn't really attractive to me, other than using him for our fantasy material. And, as a fuck, meh. I've certainly had better, and certainly recently with Sam or Scott.

So this is what he was pressing for. The rest of the things seemed like appetizers to him. He constantly pushed me to take a full-time lover. That was his most recurrent fantasy. He wasn't going to stop until I did it. He was always disappointed when I told him a guy wasn't "the one."

"I know," he said in frustration. "Only Jack is like that," he huffed.

He really had no idea. My honesty had limits. Jack was....dirty, mean. As things had progressed, though, I had started to wonder if Ryan actually could handle something like that or, god forbid, actually want it. That thought kept me heated, that he seemed willing to basically give me away for a time, while a dominant man used me for his own pleasures.

"Your friends, Jack, the office slut, dirty streetwalker," you just don't know when to stop, do you?"

"Well, the dirty streetwalker thing was your idea," he pointed out, "though, it is totally fucking hot. I'd like to see you do that." I loved that idea, though I knew only a truly dominant lover would make me do it, not just ask me to.

I applied my slut lipstick and smacked it lewdly for Ryan, letting him know that I'd have it smeared all over Bill's cock that night. The phone rang, Ryan answered, it was Bill. I leaned in to hear.

"I'll be picking your slut wife at your door at 8. Don't expect her home until morning."

He wanted to say something but I didn't let him. I made him say, "yes sir." His face went crimson but so did his cock.

I met Bill wearing a white, stretchy dress. I think the black bra and panty set could be seen through it, in the right light. It was slutty enough. I could see it in Ryan's eyes. I wiggled my ass as I walked to Bill's car. I saw Ryan watching through the window as Bill unzipped his pants and made me take his cock in my mouth. We didn't pull out of the driveway until he'd made a big enough show of how he was going to use me. He did. Again, his technique somewhat lacks but he can get it hard and stay hard a long time.

He spanked my ass while he pounded my soft pussy. It was the spanking that helped me get off. Just the thought of some guy reddening it at the same time he's taking me drives me crazy. He discovered that and took advantage. My ass was sore by the time he pumped his first load of cum into my pussy while I half screamed, half moaned from the joy of being spanked like that again and again. He came twice that night, the last time in my ass. The thought of him taking my ass after spanking it to a rosy color made it more wonderful than it should've been with him. I was able to get off with my hand a couple times, helped by the humiliating nature of all of it.

When he dropped me off at home in the wee hours of the morning I told him it was over, that I wasn't doing it again. He really couldn't blackmail us, he knew Ryan knew and he also knew he'd already cut off his friends. Bill just shrugged. "That's fine, sluts are a dime a dozen," he grunted, as he basically shoved me out of the car. I wanted to give him something to embarrass Ryan, who I knew was looking. I stepped out of my panties, the ones Ryan had bought for this occasion. I tossed them in the car window.

"Souvenir," I grinned as I walked away.

I went back inside with my lipstick smeared and leaking cum from everywhere. Ryan pounded me vengefully. He had began to really take his revenge on me for the denial and the sluttiness. Our "after" fucks were awesome. It had become our sex. We didn't have normal sex anymore, we had cuckold themed sex, or, slut wife "after" sex. He didn't even press to have sex any more unless it was that particular themed sex.

I'd taken care of my current obligations. I owed no one else. We were done with the "friend" thing, at least for now. In his horny periods, Ryan told me I could still fuck any of them, if I wanted to, it just wasn't going to be at our house. I didn't have any particular plans for his friends, though the thought of Scott's cock inside me did frequently make me wet and get me off.

Days would go by again without a touch, or even a mere mention of my activities until his lust built again.

"So, what next?" He wondered. "I really like your paid whore idea...you did the friend thing and I know you are done with the "office slut," thing and you still know my favorite is the semi-permanent lover."

"What is semi-permanent anyway? You've sometimes mentioned days, weeks, now, it's "semi-permanent." "How long do you want someone to own me?"

I saw him squirm excitedly by the words, "own me."

"I don't know, really. At the beginning I was afraid to say more than a few days. Now, though, I realize it needs to be longer, a lot longer, for you to get what you need out of it. The guy needs to be able to keep you for long weekends or take you on vacations so he can make you do all the things you need. Now I'm thinking, for all of it to happen, it might have to be months, like 3 or 4, or more, depending on how you guys pace it. That's semi-permanent to me."

It surprised me, actually. He seemed squeamish about most of the other stuff, but not this. He was more sure, more direct about it. This is what he was pushing for. It also was the one thing closest to my own heart. My biggest fantasy, as I've mentioned, is to be controlled, to be used by a dominant man in the fashion he desires. I want to be submissive and subservient to him, I want him to control me. I want it difficult, I want it rough. I don't want to have to think about what to do or how to do it, I want to be told, led. That's why I'd been so particular about who it would be. Those guys are very rare, indeed, at least the ones who know how to do it, not wannabe's who claim their dominance online from the basement of their mother's house.

"Wow, you'll let them take me away, for long periods?"

"Yesss," he hissed, barely able to contain his desire. "Not so you'll be gone three or four months, just that it goes on that long. We still are together in between and fuck, "after" when possible. But, I need you to make it worth it for me, too. I need details, stories, updates. I still want it to be that way."

"I want that too," I said. "I do want all that, for me, but also for you. We have very similar desires. I want it always to end with me and you fucking like crazy," I said, even though I wondered if it was even possible, if I was under such a man's care.

He sighed, "me too."

"Though," I teased. "Sometimes it'll be hard to update you if I'm tied up and being fucked for hours on end."

"Oh godddd," he moaned at the thought.

I really had considered it all lately. I needed my own courage, too. I was working up to it. In the meantime I had an idea for Ryan. His lust had built up again, especially after our "long term lover" chat. He was ready for something again. Maybe I was just trying to push the "stop" button one more time. Maybe I just wanted to see if he could handle the one true fantasy that we both seemed hurtling headlong towards. This next idea was just going to be a test for him. If he passed it, I really had no more obstacles, no more reservations about doing what I'd been secretly fantasizing about since....well....since a certain moment I've mentioned before.

It was after more than a week of denial that Ryan brought up the office fantasy again. He wondered if "maybe" I could suck Rob off in his office or perhaps even consider doing something with Jimbo.

I said, "you just aren't going to stop until it is common knowledge that I'm the office whore, are you?" I chuckled. I was testing him, trying to gauge his seriousness.

"It's just such a fucking hot idea," he hissed. Denying him sex, even if it was equally his idea, worked like a charm. It made him so eager for things. "You have to give me something, especially since you are making me wait so long for you to pick a lover."

There it was again. Always about the lover. To be completely honest, I was loving being a slut, with his blessing. Being able to meet guys, please guys, enjoy their cocks, it was what I enjoyed. Looking at all I'd done so far, there wasn't one thing I didn't totally get off on. Even the things with Bill turned me on, even if he wasn't the best looking or the best fuck, just because it touched that fantasy of having to please, of needing to please. That, and seeing how it got Ryan off, made even those episodes fantastic.

I'd been tossing around an idea for awhile, I sprung it on him. "I'm not sure we need to be done with the office slut idea," I said with a sly smile.

"No?" He asked with a puzzled look. It was his puzzled/horny look I'd come to know and recognize.

"I've seen you grow in all this. You look like you are really in need, honey. You've surprised me at how much you are willing to take, and not just take, but enjoy." He was excited. I continued, "remember that idea of you watching me stumble out of that guy's office, looking like I've just been fucked?"

He nodded rapidly. "Yes, Jimbo, the big black guy. Too bad, though, he's being transferred."

"Really? He's still there, though?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, until Friday, I think, I'm not sure. I can find out on Monday." I made sure he did just that. It was revealing to note how willing he was to find out.

He texted me Monday, "Jimbo is leaving the city on Friday, but his last day here is Wednesday, two days. Too bad."

I smiled. "He underestimates me, apparently." I put on just a bra and panties, along with heels. I put on the ankle bracelet. I added the "Spade" charm to hang from it. I took a picture of me in the mirror like that, one leg over the other, seductively, while my ankle was in clear view. I sent it to Ryan.

He responded back, "wow."

I wrote, "if you want this to happen you are going to have to help."

"Oh man, help with what?" he responded, though embarrassingly quickly. "How?" This was his fantasy after all.

It made me smile, I could almost see him sweating.

"Do you ever get any time alone with him?"

"Yes, in fact, he needs some papers from me, why?"

"Perfect. Bring him his papers, "accidentally" leave your phone on his desk. Make sure you still have the "photos" up. Delete these messages, of course."

"Oh my god. The ankle bracelet, the spade. I see it now. Fuck, he's going to see that you are advertising as a black cock slut?"

"Yes, that's the plan," I wrote back, stifling a giggle.

He didn't text back right away. It was more than an hour and the next text came.

"Fuck, I did it. He came back in just now and gave me the phone back. He was grinning. I think he looked. I'm not sure, but I think so."

"Go ask him."

"You're crazy! I can't ask him that!"

"Do you want this to happen or not? We don't have time for this, he's leaving, right? Do it! If you want your wife freshly fucked by your coworker you'll do it."

Again, only acquiescence and acceptance. 15 minutes later he called me so we could speed things up. "I did it," he said breathlessly.

"Wow, good boy, how did that go?"

"I told him I realized I had something on there I should've deleted and that I hoped he didn't see it. He admitted he did. I apologized, he said "no problem." That opened the door, though. I'm sure you knew it would, you are really good at this slutty stuff, you know. So, I asked him what he thought and he said. "I think your wife is one sexy woman." I thought he might've missed the bracelet but then he added, "I really like her jewelry, especially."

"Fuck, he saw it. So now what? I just walked out embarrassed that he thinks my wife is a black cock slut."

"He needed to know that, silly, if he's going to be banging me. Are you guys having lunch, or are you doing meetings?"

"Um, lunch, early today though, like 11 to 12. We have a manager meeting at 12:15, but he isn't a part of that. We both have lunch until then though."

I looked at the clock, 10:55 "K, just do what you normally do," I said as I hung up, leaving him hanging. I can imagine he was stroking himself too.

I threw on a sundress and sandals at first until I remembered Ryan's fantasy. I put on one of his white button down shirts and a smart black mid length skirt, no bra, no panties. I'd already showered, thank goodness. I drove like crazy to his building. I picked up a sandwich in the cafeteria on the way up for appearances. To the nosy secretaries it would look like I'm bringing Ryan his lunch, which I often do. Once I passed their desk and prying eyes, the offices would provide more privacy.

I busted into Ryan's office to his surprise. "Baby, wow, that was fast. You brought me lunch? Why? Are you going to do something? Oh my god, now? How?"

"Slow down!" I laughed, I was still breathing heavy. "You realize I've never met him before. Are you sure you want him getting sucked, or fucking your wife the first time he meets her?"

"Oh god," he said to that thought. "That sounds so fucking dirty."

"It is, so the answer is yes?"

His lust, built on his fantasies and the denial led him. "Yess," he moaned. "How?"

"Go get him, tell him I'm here. I'm sure he'll want to meet me now, after seeing me," I laughed.

Ryan brought him in, we shook hands, his hand engulfed mine.

"I just brought my hubby his lunch. I've never met you, nice to meet you, but I heard you are leaving."

He gave me a playful pout. "Yes, I wish we'd have met earlier, had I known you were such a pretty lady." I'm sure he was thinking about me in my underwear....and the jewelry.

"Aw," I said as I playfully touched his arm.

Ryan was uncomfortable again. He liked hearing about it from afar. He needn't have worried. I doubt Jimbo wanted him watching anyway. After he went back to his office I waited. It was agonizing for both Ryan and I. We didn't speak. He was waiting for my next move. I decided it was long enough. I kissed him deeply and said, "hopefully, the next time you see me I'll be filled with his cum. One last time, "yes.....or no?"