Training Tina, Days 10

It was a little strange to wake up with someone other than my wife in the bed. That's not to say it was unpleasant, quite the opposite in fact. But it wasn't something I was used to. Then I started wondering again how things went with Sherry and Mark. All of this made me very horny and I was tempted to give Tina a good morning fuck, but I wanted to save myself for later when my wife came home from work.

So we went through our established morning routine. During our work-out I noticed that Tina had improved noticeably, so I increased the reps on the weights and a few of the other exercises. Today I had not provided her with any clothes, so she was nude. Normally the blinds for the sliding glass door in that room are closed from the previous day because it faces West and the sun steams in and makes it too hot in the afternoon. But for some reason we hadn't closed them the previous day and I really didn't notice they were wide open. I also didn't notice that my neighbor Steve was out working in his yard until we were nearly done with our exercises. When I did, he was just standing there enjoying the view of my naked slave doing stomach crunches. Steve is a bachelor and from what I could tell didn't have a steady girlfriend, so this was an interesting situation.

I didn't do anything to alert him to the fact that I knew he was there until Tina finished with all her exercises. Then I pointed him out and instructed her to smile and wave to him. I could tell by her blush that she was a little embarrassed by this, but she did as I told her and waved nicely to him. He waved back, not sure what to do next, but probably hoping the show wasn't over yet. I decided that he should get a closer look, so I waved him over. He walked across the yard and when he neared the door I motioned for him to come in.

"Hello Paul," He said, "Who's your sexy friend?"

"Steve," I answered, "This is my slave slut in training, Tina. She's from Croatia and is visiting me for a couple of weeks while her husband attends some training in the city."

"So you're her master?" He asked incredulously.

"That's right," I said.

"Wow! You lucky bastard," Steve replied, "Does your wife know about this?"

"Of course. That's not something I could really hide," I answered.

"Oh fuck, double lucky!" He exclaimed. "Well that certainly explains a few things then. I thought maybe you were cheating on Sherry or something."

"Not a chance. She knows about, and approves of everything that I do with Tina," I responded.

"So, she will do anything you tell her to?" Steve asked while staring at Tina.

"Yes," I answered. "Why? Do you have something you'd like to have her do?"

"Well, I haven't had a blow job in ages..."

I snapped my fingers and pointed at Steve. Tina got the message and was soon on her knees sucking his cock like it was ambrosia. Steve's eyes rolled back in his head and he extolled the virtues of her oral skills. When he erupted in her mouth, she managed to swallow it all down without spilling a drop. Steve was impressed and said so.

"That was fucking awesome. I owe you," Steve said to me.

"Don't worry about it. Tina loves to suck cock, don't you my pet?" I asked Tina.

"Yes Master, very much," She answered.

"Now thank Steve for the nice load of cum," I told her.

"Thank you Steve for letting me suck your nice cock and giving me all your tasty cum," She said to him.

"Any time," He replied. "Say, I'm having some friends over on Friday night for a bonfire. You are welcome to join us if you are around."

I knew he really wanted my slut to attend his little party and liven it up. My plans for that day were not yet set in concrete so I told him that we might just do that. After he left I had my slave get dressed while I made a few phone calls. When she returned she looked hot. Per my instructions she was wearing a tight white tank top that molded perfectly to her tits and a skin tight pair of spandex shorts. Without a bra or underwear, this left little to the imagination; her nipples and cunt were clearly outlined. If she got excited it would be very obvious.

We got in the car and I drove to my favorite shopping area. It has a number of stores that I shop at on a regular basis. I didn't tell Tina where we were going or what I had planned for her. On our way I was watching the thickening clouds, hoping to get lucky with the weather. When the first rain drops splattered on the windshield I smiled, knowing the effect the rain would have on Tina's attire. By the time I parked the car there was a steady rain coming down. I handed an envelope to my slave.

"There is a shopping list in there and enough money to buy everything. I also indicated which store you can find each item at. So off you go, and don't return until you have everything," I told her.

Tina looked out at the rain and then around inside the car.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, although I already knew.

"An umbrella, Master," She answered.

"I didn't bring one. You'll have to do without," I replied. "Don't worry, you won't melt."

She looked down at her tank top and I could tell what she was thinking. It would probably become partially transparent when it got wet. The question was: how much? She got out of the car and ran over to the Tobacco shop. I was OK with her running; that would make her tits bounce enticingly. And she was still going to get soaked anyway because I didn't park very close to the stores.

By the time she pulled open the door on the Tobacco shop her hair was plastered to her head, so I knew her clothes must be soaked through. She had to get three cigars, but since she knew nothing about them she would have to ask for help. I shopped there often and considered the owner a friend of mine. I didn't really need the cigars that badly, but I wanted to make Tina show off her body and give my friend a nice treat at the same time. I imaged how her nipples would get hard in the air conditioned store, especially since she was soaking wet. Ed wouldn't be able to help but notice. I couldn't wait until Tina returned to tell me how he reacted.

A few minutes later she emerged and quickly made her way to the computer parts store a few doors down. This was one of those few places left where you could still buy computer parts like motherboards, memory, drives, etc. right over the counter. Most of that business had moved to the Internet and was mail-order only. Like the Tobacco shop, I knew the owner of this place pretty well too, but in addition he usually had several young men working for him. Most of them were college kids, but a couple were still in high school. He only hired the geekiest kids, so I knew they didn't get to see a woman like Tina very often, at least not in the flesh, as it were. She was to pick up a hard drive for me, which seemed appropriate given the way she was dressed.

With that task complete she had one more item to purchase. From my vantage point I couldn't see details, but it was clear that the tank top was quite transparent and also was sticking to her body like a second skin. I watched as she walked past several more shops and then entered the liquor store. Here she was to purchase a particular bottle of wine. I knew because of the value it would be kept in back, so she would have to ask for it. At this time of the day she would either be helped by an older gentleman who would, I'm sure, leer at her near nakedness, or by a young woman with multiple tattoos and a pierced tongue who I was betting was gay. Either way it would be an interesting situation.

In all these stores I had no idea if there would be any other customers inside at the same time that Tina was there. It was that random factor that made games like this so fun. On her way back to the car she didn't even bother running anymore. I suppose she figured she couldn't get any wetter than she already was. As she got closer to the car it was apparent that the tank top was almost completely transparent. Her tits and nipples were clearly visible. I had already put a heavy towel on the seat, so after she put the shopping bags in the back seat, she got back in the car. I asked her to tell me about her experience and this is what she told me:

"I tried to run to the tobacco store, but by the time I got there I was still soaked. I knew my tits could be seen though the wet tank top, but I went in anyway. Between the naughtiness of what I was doing and the cool air in the store, my nipples got very erect. The man who was running the store gave me a long look before he asked if he could help me. I told him I was shopping for my boyfriend and read the names of the cigars from your list. I don't think I pronounced all of them correctly because he stepped next to me so he could look at the list. But maybe he just wanted to stand close to me, I don't know."

"Then he led me into the big room where most of the cigars were stored. It smelled nice, cedar I think. Anyway, he picked out the cigars and then we went back out into the store. He put the cigars into a plastic zipper bag and then into a regular shopping bag. He said that my boyfriend had good taste in cigars. I told him you had good taste in everything. To which he said, Apparently so, as he looked straight at my tits. Then I paid for the cigars with the money in the envelope and left. I had no idea cigars were so expensive!"

"I was very nervous when you first told me what I must do, but after the experience in the tobacco store I was feeling more confident. But when I went into the computer store I was instantly nervous again. There was a couple in there, maybe about 30 years old, being helped by a young man. When I walked in they all looked over at me and just stopped talking. I could feel them staring at my tits. Then the woman elbowed her man in the ribs and he reluctantly looked away. The young man helping them kept stealing glances my way though."

"Then an older gentleman, maybe your age Master, asked me if he could help me. When I told him what I needed, he looked down at me under his glasses for a moment as if trying to decide if I was serious or not. He must have decided I wasn't joking because he went into the back of the store where I image they store most of their inventory since the front of the store was quite small. As I waited for him another young man came out from the back and stopped dead when he saw me. His eyes got big and when he realized he was staring he hurried over to the other young man helping the other customers."

"That's when the older gentleman – the owner I'm guessing – came back out with a small box. He gave me the box and I paid for it with the money you gave me. I was surprised the computer part was less expensive than the cigars. He gave me all the signs of disapproving of my appearance, but he sure did take a long time finding a bag. And he never seemed to take his eyes off of me."

"After that I was expecting to run into someone else outside or maybe in the liquor store, but I didn't. The only other person inside was an old guy behind the counter. He was a real lecherous old man too. He even asked if I was a prostitute. I told him I was just a woman trying to stay cool who got caught out in the rain without an umbrella. He said I had a lot of guts to still go shopping looking like that. So I teased him and asked if there was anything wrong with the way I looked. He said no, you are damn sexy honey. So I thanked him and asked for the wine you wanted. He whistled and said that was some expensive 'shit' and asked if I had enough money. I showed him the money I still had left in the envelope. He shook his head and said nobody walked around with that kind of cash anymore and asked if I was sure I wasn't a hooker. I said I was not; that I never charge for sex. His eye brows went up and I thought he was going to say something else, but he just turned around and went into the back. He returned a minute later with the wine and I handed over the money. It took almost everything I had left. He leered at me for a few seconds before putting the money into the cash register and the wine into a bag. Then he thanked me for shopping at his store and I left."

I told Tina that she did a great job and that we would share the fine wine with supper. She said she couldn't wait. Then I asked her if she was ready for more fun.

"I don't know if I'm ready, but I'll do whatever you say, Master."

"That's a good answer, slave," I responded. "Do you know how to ride a bicycle?"

"Yes I do."

"Good," I reply as I put the car into gear. "Let's go."

As we drove north to the city the rain slowly ended. My luck just continued. We were going to Bill's house. Before I tell you what happened there I need to explain a few things first. Bill is an unusual guy; shy and not very comfortable in social situations, especially those involving girls. But he was also very intelligent and an avid inventor. Being single he had plenty of time to do whatever he wanted, including surfing Internet porn sites. He was literally a fucking expert, and one of his favorite things is a series of Japanese videos titled "Orgasm bicycle."

For those of you that have never heard of it, these are videos of young women riding a very specialized bicycle. It has a second chain leading up to a sprocket near the seat. This sprocket drives a dildo up through a hole in the seat. The woman either wears a dress and no panties, or bicycle shorts with a hole cut in the bottom. As she rides the bike she is fucked with the dildo. The faster she pedals, the faster she is fucked. The bicycle is equipped with at least three or four video cameras. She then rides around on city streets as she is recorded trying to keep from running into anybody. Even though all the extra equipment on the bike is quite conspicuous, none of the people on the street appear to even give them a second look. Japanese culture I suppose, but that wouldn't work in this country.

Bill wanted to make his own Orgasm Bicycle, but he knew he would need to make it look as much like an ordinary bike as possible. Otherwise it would attract too much attention, and the idea was to have the girl being fucked, and maybe having an orgasm in public without anybody else knowing. So he enlisted me to help him with the video cameras while he took care of the mechanical parts.

Bill got rid of the extra chain and sprocket, electing instead to drive the piston directly off the main sprocket. Using a clever cam arrangement he was able to hide the long piston inside the frame member that the seat is mounted on. A little reworking of the seat mount resulted in a bicycle that looked normal except for the dildo sticking up out of the seat, and the clear window in the bottom.

I had a real challenge in hiding the cameras. I selected small "pinhole" units that didn't take much room. The compromise is that they don't have very high resolution, but they are good enough for our purposes. I hid one in a speedometer to give us a good view of the rider's face. A second camera and batteries for the system were hidden in a modified water bottle which was mounted in the normal location on the lower frame member. The wiring leading to the first camera was routed through the frame.

When Tina came to train with me I called Bill and told him I finally had a candidate for the bike. He called me several times since then asking when I would be bringing her over to ride it. I had to put him off until I thought she was ready. I had decided after Saturday's activities that she was.

I didn't tell Tina any of this, so when Bill opened up the garage and showed her the bike, her eyes got big. I'm sure she'd never seen anything like it before. When I told her to take off her shorts, she probably thought I wanted her to ride it half naked, but she still pulled them down and handed them over. Bill looked more embarrassed than Tina, but he still didn't avert his eyes.

I used a pair of scissors from Bill's workbench and cut out most of the crotch. Then I had Tina put them back on. Bill gave her his cellphone and bluetooth headset. Then I told her to get on the bike and ride out into the street. Our plan was to ride behind her a few hundred feet while I used my cellphone to stay in constant contact with her as she rode around the small lake that Bill lived near. We used a bluetooth monitoring device utilizing the same pairing code as my headset to record everything and allow Bill to listen in too. As long as he stayed close to me.

I could tell she was both excited and terrified, but she did as she was told and got on the bike. It was interesting watching her slowly lower herself onto the dildo as she settled onto the seat. When she pedaled out of the garage I could hear her gasp through the cell phone connection.

"What's the matter slave?" I asked.

"I thought I was prepared for it, but I guess I wasn't quite," She answered.

"Turn left and continue straight," I instructed.

"OK," She grunted.

"How are you doing?" I asked her.

"Uh, this is harder than I thought it would be," She said.

"Just keep going, we'll be right behind you," I told her. "Follow the signs to the bike path."

The paved bicycle path went all the way around the small lake and was 2.5km long. Not really that long on a bike, unless you were getting fucked at the same time. Then it might be a very long ride!

As Tina turned onto the bicycle/hiking path, Bill and I mounted our bikes and started following her. We were about 100 meters behind. She was not moving very fast, so we had to keep a slow pace as well. Since it was the middle of the afternoon on a weekday, there weren't too many other people using the path, but there were some. It was amusing watching them go past Tina not having any idea that she was fucking herself with a dildo as she rode. They must have thought her panting was just from the exertion of riding the bike.

After she was about halfway around the lake Tina announced, "I'm going to cum!"

"Go ahead if you don't mind doing it in public," I said, "While riding a bike."

As her climax overtook her, Tina stopped pedaling and coasted to a stop. A guy on roller blades went past her going in the other direction, but he suddenly stopped and turned around. He rolled up to her and asked if she was OK. I could just hear him through her bluetooth headset.

"Yes, I'm fine," Tina responded a little breathless, "Just a little tired."

"Don't ride much?" He asked.

"Not recently," She replied.

"Maybe you should take a little break," He suggested, "Get off the bike and take a breather over there."

"No!" She almost shouted, "I mean, I'm OK. I should get moving."

"All right," He responded, "But maybe I should stay with you just in case you get tired again. I can catch you if you fall."

"Accept his offer," I instructed quickly over the phone.

"Um, thank you, I would like that," Tina said and started moving again.

Bill and I followed the pair. The man with the roller blades was trying to strike up a conversation with Tina. It didn't seem like she could masturbate, ride a bike, and talk at the same time though.

"From your accent I'm guessing you are not from this country," I heard him say.

"No, I'm from Croatia," Tina responded.

"So, are you here on vacation?" He asked.

"Visiting a friend," She huffed.

It was amusing listening to him trying to chat her up. She was pretty distracted, of course. Bill and I had a running bet on how long she would last before she had another orgasm. He thought she would cum before she made it the rest of the way around the lake, but I bet she would hold it together and make it back to his garage. We were both wrong.

She did make it all the way back to where she first got onto the trail and said goodbye to her roller blading friend without coming. On her way up the street to Bill's house she had her second orgasm. We came up behind her as she clutched the handle bars and shook in orgasmic bliss. I could see her juices dripping off the seat and wondered if anybody else had noticed; thinking of the roller blade guy.

When Tina had recovered enough to move we rode with her the short distance back to Bills house and he opened the garage for us. Inside I helped her get off the bike and onto unsteady legs. The dildo stuck up lewdly from the seat, glistening from Tina's juices.

"How are you doing?" I asked my slave in training.

"That was an unusual...kinky experience," Tina replied.

"Your bike worked great Bill," I told him, "And I think you should be rewarded."

I looked at Tina. "Pull your top up above your tits and your shorts down to your knees."

She did as she was ordered. Somehow it looked nastier that way versus taking her clothes completely off. Bill feasted his eyes on her body, obviously enjoying what he saw.

"Nice," He said, slowly drawing out the word.

"Go ahead. Feel anything you want," I encouraged. "She'd love it, wouldn't you slut?"

"Oh yes Bill, I'd love to have you run your hands over my body," Tina responded.

Bill was no fool; he knew a good thing when he saw it. He stepped up and brushed his fingertips over her nipples, rolling them ever so gently between his thumb and index finger. As he gingerly squeezed and cupped them it occurred to me that this was perhaps the first time he'd ever touched a woman's tits. He spent a long time playing with them, but I didn't object.

"Check out her world class pussy," I suggested, "She shaves it every morning."

One of his hands slowly slid down her body until it rested between her legs. Tina tried to open them to give him more access, but the shorts bunched up at her knees limited how far she could get them apart. Bill didn't seem to care as he ran his fingers up and down her wet slit. When Tina came it surprised Bill and he stepped back, probably afraid he had done something wrong.

"You made her cum just by touching her, you stud," I told him.

Bill smiled sheepishly and seemed pleased with himself. She was probably still on the edge from the bicycle ride, but I didn't think it was necessary to point that out to him. I would have offered to have her give him a blow job, but I felt Bill was too shy for that. So I had Tina pull her top back down and her bottoms back up. I thanked Bill again and told him to call me when he had uploaded all the video from the bike to his private encrypted website.

"Ready for more?" I asked Tina when we were back in the car.

"Wet and willing, Master," She answered.

"That's a good girl!"

I drove across town to a large mall parking lot. It was around quitting time and starting to get busy with people stopping by after work to get in some quick shopping, or maybe dinner. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for. I parked and sent a quick text.

"Ready?" Was the entire message.

"Yes" The quick response.

I led Tina down the row of parked cars until we came to a large white van. I knocked twice in rapid succession and was answered by a single knock from within.

"Inside are two horny men," I explained. "You will go in and satisfy all their carnal desires. When they are finished with you, they will send you back out to me. Any questions?"

Her eyes got wide and she looked afraid.

"Trust me," I said.

That seemed to ease some of her apprehension, but her hand was still trembling when she reached for the door handle. She opened the rear door and peered inside. It was clean and empty except for an inflatable mattress and two men: Frank and his black friend Rudy. Tina stepped up into van and closed the door behind her. I was torn between watching her have her first black experience and watching people go past the van unaware of what was going on inside.

I decided to do both. I walked around to the front and quietly opened the driver's side door. I slid in the seat and stealthily pulled the door closed. Then I adjusted the rear view mirror so that I could watch the action inside while I used the side mirrors to watch the passersby. By this time Tina's top was off and she was sucking Frank's huge cock while Rudy was examining the large hole in the bottom of her riding shorts.

"Looks like you've already had some fun today," Rudy commented.

Tina couldn't respond since she had her mouth full of cock.

"Frank, you wouldn't believe how wet she is," Rudy said. "She's gushing!"

"Well plug it with something man," Frank joked. "Quick, before we drown!"

Rudy removed his pants and positioned himself behind Tina who was still sucking on Frank's cock. He reached under her and it looked like he was rubbing the head of his cock on her clit. Tina responded by swiveling her hips in an attempt to get it into her slick needy hole. I could tell when he finally stopped teasing her because she groaned loudly around Frank's dick. Rudy took a few full, slow strokes and then began picking up the pace. Soon he was pounding her hard and causing the van to rock slightly. I glanced in the side mirrors to see if anybody had noticed, but I didn't see anyone pointing or doing anything that would indicate they had.

After a little while Tina came hard, creaming all over Rudy's dick. When she recovered Frank said he wanted to switch, so he told Tina to lay on her back. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and started drilling her with his big cock. She was plenty lubricated by that time and had no trouble taking him. In the mean time Rudy fed his tube steak to her and she gobbled it down. When he sensed she was getting close, he asked Tina if she was going to cum again.

"Yes!" She gasped.

"Tell me you're going to cum," Frank ordered.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," She said.

"Louder!" Frank barked.

"I'm going to cum," She said louder. But Frank wasn't satisfied.

"Louder!"

"I'm going to cum!" Tina yelled. I'm sure if someone was just outside the van they would have heard her.

"That's better, slut. Tell the world my cock is making you cum," He told her.

"I'm going to cum on your cock! Oh god, it feels so good! Your cock is making me cum!" She screamed and started bucking and thrashing with a monster orgasm.

That was enough for Frank too as he pulled out of her and squirted his jism all over her tits. Tina had momentarily forgotten about Rudy's cock, so he pushed Frank aside and took his place. Before she had really recovered from her climax, Rudy was pumping his black meat into her hot snatch. This time she could watch it disappear into her cunt and come back out again. This must have turned her on tremendously because uncharacteristically she started talking to him.

"Fuck me with that black dick," She hissed, "Yes, give it to me. Oh my god, just look at it."

I could tell Rudy was getting near his own orgasm as his pace quickened. Tina must have sensed the same thing.

"Yes, fill me with your cum! I want to feel you pump it inside me!" She begged.

Shortly Rudy obliged her and dumped his load deep inside her snatch. After she cleaned off both of their cocks and got dressed, I met her outside the van.

"Rudy's cum is running down my leg," Tina complained as we were walking back to my car.

"You should be used to that by now," I replied.

"Yes, kind of, but not in a public parking lot," She responded.

I laughed. "Well at least I still have the towel in the car. I don't really want you leaking all over the seat."

I knew that Sherry would be home from work soon and I couldn't wait to hear about her evening with Mark. So from there I drove straight home. Sherry was already there making dinner when we got there, so I decided to wait until after we ate to ask her about her Sunday night.

When the table was cleared and everything put away we all sat down in the living room and Sherry recounted her activities from 24 hours previous. Here it is in her words:

I went to the hotel like you told me. I wasn't really nervous until I found myself standing in front of the room door. It felt like I stood there for many minutes, but it was probably only a few seconds before I moved. I saw my hand come up, as if on it's own, and knock twice. It was only a few seconds until Mark opened the door, but again, it seemed like an eternity.

He seemed a little surprised to see me there, almost as if he was expecting someone else. I told him who I was and he let me in. As you instructed I handed him the envelope with the note. As he read it I quickly shucked off my dress and got into the position. I was worried I wouldn't be in place before he finished reading it, but in reality I had to wait for a while down there on my knees. When he finished reading and looked back at me he looked even more surprised. So far everything was going according to plan, but that was about to end.

Just when it looked like Mark was about to say something, there was a knock at the door.

"Put your dress back on," He said in a loud whisper. "My friends are here to go out to dinner."

I quickly pulled my dress back on and he went to open the door. He looked back to make sure I was "decent" before he opened it.

"Are you ready to get some food?" A heavily accented voice said.

"Yes, but," Mark started.

"Oh, who's this?" A different voice said.

Two men pushed past Mark and into the room. One was about Mark's age, but the other was clearly younger, maybe 25 or so.

"Uh, this is a friend of mine who unexpectedly came to visit," Mark said.

"Wonderful!" The older man said. "That will improve our evening."

"Ja," Agreed the the younger man with the heavy accent, which I'm guessing was German.

And just like that, it was decided that I would be going out to dinner with them. I just went along with it and Mark didn't object. The younger man was indeed from Germany and was named Otto. The older man, Piers, was from France. Apparently the three of them were all in the same training program and being the only ones from Europe in their class, they tended to stick together.

They were tired of eating at the hotel and asked if I knew of any unusual places in the city. I told them about a Brazilian steak house that had heard good things about. They were immediately interested, so we caught a cab and off we went. I sat in back with Mark and Otto while Piers rode up front. We chatted a little, getting to know each other, but the men were perfect gentlemen so far.

"So, how is it that you have a friend here in America and didn't tell us about it," Piers asked Mark at one point.

"We are email friends," Mark answered. It was stretching the truth a little since he mostly wrote to you, my husband, but I didn't say anything. "I wasn't sure if she would be able to meet me, so I thought it best not to get your hopes up. She is very busy."

"Oh, what do you do, my dear?" Piers asked me.

"I am a pastry chef," I answered truthfully. I didn't have a story made up, so I figured the truth was the best course, as much as possible anyway. Someone told me once that if you tell the truth you don't have to remember what lie you told.

"Ah, then you must be up early, no?" Otto asked.

"Yes, but I don't bake bread, so it's not ridiculously early," I replied.

"Well then, we will be sure and get you back in time for an early bedtime." Piers said.

I looked at Mark and he gave me a knowing smile and a wink. I wondered if the others caught it. When we arrived at the restaurant it was still early, so we were able to get in almost right away. The food was fabulous and we all got our fill of beef. We split a bottle of imported Brazilian wine and by the time it was gone the men were flirting with me and I was feeling pretty horny.

We shared another cab back to the hotel, but this time Piers sat in back with me and Mark while Otto sat shotgun. There was more flirting, but also some touching too. Nothing overtly sexual, just light touches on my arms and legs. Brushing back the hair from my face; that kind of thing. Honestly that kind of teasing can be more arousing than actual fondling, depending on the situation. And this time it was. By the time we got back to the hotel I was on fire and ready to jump Mark the minute we got alone.

But to my disappointment, he invited Otto and Piers into his room for a "nightcap" when we got there. After everyone was comfortable and sipping their drink, he made an announcement.

"I'm sorry my friends, but I have not been completely honest with you," He said. "Sherry is actually the wife of my email friend."

"What? I don't understand," Otto replied. "Where is her husband?"

"I didn't leave my wife home as I had told you when we first met. She is here, with my friend being trained to be a submissive sex slave. And in turn, Sherry is here to pleasure me." Mark explained and handed your letter to the two of them.

They read it in silence and then Piers asked, "Why did you invite us in for a drink if this is true, and why did you tell us this?"

"Because I want to share her with you, my friends," Mark answered. " But I wanted you to know the truth first. So what do you say?"

Otto and Piers looked at each other and then broke into broad grins. "Hell yes!" They said in unison.

I was stunned. I thought about objecting, and I probably would have if this had happened before dinner, but now that I had gotten to know them a little I hesitated. Otto had a certain boyish charm, while Piers was easy going with a great sense of humor – something I find sexy. I could sense that Mark was watching me to gage my reaction. Maybe you, my husband, really had brought out the slut in me, or more likely it was the wine, but I was starting to find the idea of these three men using me very exciting. A little scary too, but the sexual excitement was winning. So I gave Mark a little smile to let him know I was OK with his plan.

"Sherry, I want you to show these men what you were doing when they knocked on the door," Mark instructed me. "Exactly the same way."

With hands shaking slightly from the arousal and embarrassment, I pulled my dress up over my head and assumed the position in front of them. I heard someone gasp – I think it was Otto.

"Very nice," Piers commented, still very composed.

"How should we start?" Mark mused.

"She will do whatever we say?" Otto asked.

"Yes," Mark answered.

"I don't know about you you, but I'd really like a blow job," Otto responded.

"You heard him Slave," Mark said to me.

I crawled over to Otto. This got me appreciative sounds from the men. I undid his pants and pulled them down. A nice uncircumcised hard cock popped out and I took it in my hand. This was the first time I had touched an uncircumcised cock and I enjoyed the novelty. He moaned as I played with his foreskin and precum dripped from the tip. He was more than ready and so was I, so I took his cock into my mouth.

As I worked it with my lips and tongue I noticed that the other two had moved to either side of us, and they already had their hard dicks out. I reached out and grabbed one in each hand and started jacking them. After a few minutes Otto seemed to be getting close to coming, but it was too soon, so I pulled off of him and started sucking on Piers' cock. After a bit I switched to Mark, and then back to Otto.

I did one more round and then Mark ordered me to my feet. As soon as I stood up I had three pairs of hands roaming all over my body. The bra didn't last long, which was fine by me; my nipples were just aching to be sucked. Piers was kissing me, so I don't know if it was Mark or Otto that pulled my thongs down. In fact I lost track of who was doing what to me, but I can tell you it was incredible having three men feeling me up and kissing me all at the same time. And all strangers really, which was so naughty, and surprisingly erotic.

I think it was Mark that steered me to the bed and ordered me onto my hands and knees. Then he came up behind me and slipped his hard cock into my now very wet pussy. It felt so good that I almost didn't notice Otto's cock just inches from my face. I gobbled it down and started sucking with a purpose. I wanted to taste his cum so badly. I couldn't remember feeling so wanton and slutty as I did at that moment, and that scared me a little later when I thought about it. But then I didn't care – I just wanted their cocks and their cum.

Otto gave me his first. The feeling of it spraying, jet after jet into my mouth actually made me cum. Of course, Mark's cock pounding my pussy from behind did it's part too! After Otto moved off, Piers took his place and once again I had a hard cock in both ends. After a bit Otto slid his head under me and started sucking my tits. I was in heaven.

I think I came twice more before Mark shot his load deep inside me. God that felt good. When he got off the bed Otto flipped me over onto my back with my head hanging off the bed. Piers stuck his cock back into my mouth while Otto eased his rejuvenated dick into my sloppy pussy. It didn't take too much longer before Piers was feeding me his tasty cum. Otto was far from finished though and gave me a good long pounding while the other two watched. I don't know how many more orgasms I had. It was like I was in a dream; one that I didn't want to wake up from. But eventually Otto added his cum to Mark's at the bottom of my pussy and rolled off of me.

I just laid there in a post-orgasmic haze for a while and then felt the call of nature. I asked if I could go to the bathroom.

"Of course," Mark answered. "Take your time. We'll be here when you get out."

While I was in there I also used a washcloth to clean myself up a bit. Despite the amount of sex I had just had, my nipples were still hard and my pussy was tingling at the thought of going back out there and maybe getting some more. When I went back into the room I wasn't disappointed – they were all hard again and looked like they were ready for another round.

Mark stood up and motioned me to come over to him. I walked over to him. He moved behind me and turned me so that I was facing Piers and Otto who were sitting in chairs by the window.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Mark asked as he reached around and played with my tits.

"Oh yes," I answered truthfully.

"And do you want more?" He asked.

"Yes," I said.

"That's because you're a a cum loving slut," Mark replied. "Let us hear you say it."

I told them what they wanted to hear. "I'm a slut."

"Do you want our cocks again, slut?" Mark pressed.

"Yes."

"Beg for it," He demanded.

So I did. "Please, fuck me again with your hard cocks. Fill me with your cum."

"Do you want us to fill all your holes?" Mark asked as he pulled on my hard nipples.

"Oh god yes," I panted. "Just fuck me!"

"OK, let's make this bitch air tight," Mark said.

Otto laid on the bed and Mark had me mount him. It felt so good to get a hard cock inside me again. Then Mark pushed me way down so that I was laying on Otto's chest. I wasn't sure what he had in mind until I felt him pushing lube up my ass with his finger. This was followed by his thumb, but I knew he was only opening me up for his cock. I was going to get my first double penetration. Later I would feel a little bad that my first time wasn't with you my husband, but at the time I was just too turned on to think about that.

Mark was gentle and took his time entering my ass. By the time he was all the way in, the pain was pretty much gone. Otto had stayed still until then, his cock buried deep in my pussy. I felt so full; it was incredible. But now he started thrusting into me from the bottom while Mark fucked my ass from behind. Then I felt something poke me in the cheek. I turned my head and saw Piers' cock. I opened my mouth and he pushed it right in. I sucked him the best I could, but it was hard to concentrate with two cocks fucking me at the same time.

Time blurred. I don't know how many times I came while the three of them fucked me that way, but it was a few. I do know that Mark came in my ass and was replaced by Piers. I think Piers came next because then I remember Otto rolling me over and pushing my legs up over his shoulders and fucking me hard. After quite a long time he started calling me a "horny bitch", and a "fucking slut", saying that I had a "hungry cunt".

"Do you love my cock, bitch?" He asked.

"Oh yes, I love your cock," I gasped. "Fuck me with your hard dick."

"Do you want my cum, slut?"

"Yes, give me your cum. Fill my slutty cunt with your seed!"

And a few minutes later that's exactly what he did. I saw his eyes roll back into his head and felt his cock swell up even larger. Then it jerked and squirted his juice into me. Once, twice, three times I felt it spasm powerfully in my pussy. There were a few smaller ones after that, and then it was over. It was nearly midnight so Mark sent his friends back to their own rooms. We moved over to the other bed (good thing there were two in that room) and fell asleep almost immediately.

Mark woke me up early so that I could shower and get to work. I thanked him and gave him a kiss before I left. I told him I wished I had more time to thank him properly, but he just smiled and said I'd already made his day.

That was the end of Sherry's story. I was speechless; this was so much more than I had expected.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked with a concerned voice.

"No, not at all!" I exclaimed. "Quite the opposite in fact. I'm just at a loss for words."

"That's a first," Sherry giggled.

"Real funny," I responded. "I was hoping that with Tina here and you watching her training that you could break new ground as well. I just didn't even dare dream that you would go so far so quickly. I couldn't be happier. I'm more in love with you now than ever!"

She had a relieved look on her face as she threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. I guess she was worried that I would be mad at her for going too far. Silly woman; she knew my fantasies. Maybe this would finally put to rest the idea that I might not be able to handle the reality. Maybe now it wouldn't be so difficult to get her to do new things.

"God I really want to fuck you right now," I growled in her ear.

"What's stopping you?" She asked.

"Are you sore?" I responded.

"Just my ass," She answered.

As I led Sherry to the bedroom I said to Tina, "Come and watch what happens to a slut when she exceeds her Master's expectations."

I did my best to reward her.