I was more aroused than I had been in years. God, I wanted to be fucked. Trails of wetness traversed the inside of my thighs. I couldn’t control it, especially without panties under my short summer dress. My nipples throbbed with arousal, begging for attention. I was on fire.
Who was that man who stopped me on my walk in the middle of Central Park? How did he read me so well? Was it that obvious that I’m such a needy slut? He read me like a well-used book. He stripped me naked with his words, making me feel exposed and alive. My husband doesn’t even notice those things about me! He will tonight. I will seduce and let him have his way with me. I’ll be the slut of his dreams again. After the encounter in the park, I need to be fucked and used like a cheap Roosevelt Avenue whore. My heart pounded, coursing sheer lust through my veins.
I returned to our luxury townhouse in mid-town Manhattan determined to fuck the hell out of my husband when he walked through that door. I knew he would be preoccupied with work and preparing for tomorrow’s lunch meeting at the Plaza Hotel. If everything goes well for him at lunch, he will close the biggest deal of his career with new clients he’s flown in from London. The clients brought their spouses, who were eager to see New York City. He asked me to join him as his pretty trophy wife, make small talk with the spouses, and help close the deal. What better way for him to relax before the big day than to have the fuck of his life tonight? There isn’t anything I won’t do for him – or let him do to me. Anything.
My husband’s work has preoccupied him for the last few years to the point he doesn’t even see me anymore. I feel taken for granted. Our former deep engaging conversations have become mostly shallow daily updates and awkward silence. Our sex life used to be amazing and off-the-chain. I was irresistible to him. I loved being his insatiable slut. I came alive seeing the greedy look in his eyes and the smile on his face when I satisfied his every desire. The scarce sex we have now is brief, detached, and vanilla.
My encounter with the man in the park exposed that I not only miss the great sex my husband and I used to have but I have lost who I am at my core – his insatiable slut. The man’s dirty talk made me horny as hell. No one has talked to me like that in a long time. His offer of being fucked by ten sailors just off a Navy carrier is intoxicating. As good as that sounds, I won’t need them after my husband reclaims me as his fuck toy tonight.
I undressed and took a long bubble bath, grooming myself in preparation for him. I felt so horny. My dildos and vibes were tempting. I settled for edges that only intensified my insatiable desire. My swollen clit throbbed. My body trembled in anticipation. My nipples ached. I lightly oiled my body and spritzed some perfume before putting on my favorite black thong and matching four-inch heels. Nothing else. I felt sexier than I had in months.
Six hours passed before he walked through our townhouse door. It was later than I hoped, but I was ready, my heart beating with arousal. The night was ours and I was determined to make the most of it. The lights were low. My pussy was drenched. My nipples reached out to him with desire. I stood at our bedroom door with a sultry look that left no doubt of what I wanted and was offering. It was a look that used to be irresistible in our first years together. In those days, I had him in the palm of my hand and he had me any way he wanted.
“Hey, I’m home,” he said, stating the obvious, as he barged through the door like a whirlwind. He immediately turned and made his way toward his home office without glancing at me. “I need a couple of hours to finish getting ready for tomorrow. You’ll be at the Plaza by 11:30, right?”
“How ‘bout we get ready over here?” I asked in a seductive voice that felt like an ancient dialect.
“I’ll be in soon,” he said, continuing in the other direction without slowing or glancing in my direction. He disappeared down the hall with only the sound of the office door closing.
My intense arousal instantly deflated into defeat and loneliness. The anticipation had built all afternoon. In only seconds, I felt invisible and empty. I envisioned this moment so differently. I wanted desperately to be ravaged by him, allowing his unrestrained desire to see and use me as only he is allowed. I turned and entered our bedroom. The room felt as empty as my soul. How could my own husband make me feel so unseen and undesired, and the unknown stranger in the park make me feel so seen and alive?
I moved to our bed, sitting up against the headboard, still determined and completely ready for him. I pulled my thong up, accentuating my slender, fit form. I had one knee up, showing off the four-inch heels. He used to love to fuck me in heels. I knew I would be irresistible when he came to bed.
As time passed, my eyelids grew heavy. The next thing I knew, my eyes opened to the morning sunlight streaming through the windows onto the bed. I looked over and saw his side of the bed had been slept in, but he was no longer there. I was as alone and untouched as the night before. I awoke in disbelief.
A note was hand-scribbled and sitting on my nightstand. “Good morning. I didn’t want to wake you. See you at the Plaza at 11:30.”
Fuck. What did he mean he didn’t want to wake me? I was dressed to be awakened and fucked like a whore. I was dressed to be ravaged and used. How could he not want to wake me?
I dutifully got dressed in a tight red thigh-length dress with a matching lace thong without a bra. The dress looked professional but also showed off my curves. It was open in the back with only cross straps to hold it in place. I curled my long hair, applied makeup, and looked like the hot wife most would dream of.
As I walked into the Plaza, I couldn’t shake thoughts of the stranger reading me so well the day before in the park just across the street. His words, “There’s a slut in need of attention,” reverberated in my soul. Each time caused an intensified Pavlovian arousal response throughout my needy body. The park was right there and the encounter was only the day before. It now felt like a different world walking into the opulence of the French Renaissance-inspired chateau-style hotel for my husband’s all-important business meeting.
I saw my husband nervously waiting for me by the elevators. Instead of looking happy to see me, his face scowled impatiently, waving me to hurry. The doors to the elevator opened. “Finally,” he said, without a greeting or kiss, implying my being five minutes early was late. He hurriedly took my hand and pulled me toward the elevator, following three or four others. I dutifully followed. Just as the doors were closing, the man from the park stepped into the carriage and stood next to me. I gasped. My husband stood on one side of me, the man from the park on the other. How could this be? My breathing quickened. My heart raced, pounding like a drum. My husband was completely unaware of the blushing redness on my face. My knees trembled. I felt my pussy moistening as if signaled for pleasure. What was the stranger doing in the elevator?
I glanced at the man as the carriage lurched upward. He did not reciprocate, keeping his eyes forward while offering a small, knowing smile. I felt his hand touch mine, pushing a small folded piece of paper into my palm. I instinctively closed my long fingers tightly around it. I wondered if anyone else in the elevator noticed the clandestine exchange. Suddenly, the doors opened. My husband pulled me with him as we stepped out of the elevator and into the famed Oak Room. The doors to the elevator closed before I had the opportunity to turn back to see the man from the park.
The lavish restaurant walls and floor were unblemished polished oak, contrasted with the elegant cream-colored ceiling and gold accents. A colossal antique chandelier hung prominently in the center of the room. The room dripped with decadence. We were taken to a table prepared for ten near the window that overlooked Central Park. My husband gave a passing glance as if to inspect me for his approval. He then looked up. The countenance on his face immediately lit up, seeing his British clients stepping off the elevator. I glanced down at the small folded paper concealed in my palm. “Room 526.” My body ignited with arousal. I secretly pushed the small folded note into my clutch.
I forced a smile and put my hand out to greet the one female and three male clients and their spouses as they arrived at the table. I welcomed each of their admiring extended stares. The lunch proceeded as expected, yet without even a word or glance of appreciation from my husband. His entire attention was focused on his clients. Despite my obedience to providing engaging small talk with the client’s spouses, I felt as invisible and worthless to him as the centerpiece in the middle of the table. I was nothing more than a superfluous decoration. The dichotomy was jarring. I sat here at a table of ten, almost completely ignored, while ten deserving sailors eagerly awaited my arrival four floors up.
I felt certain my husband didn’t notice when I politely excused myself from the table. My heart quickened with each step of my escape. My lips became parched with a mixture of suspense and arousal as the elevator doors closed on my invisibility. I took in a deep breath as the doors opened to the most daring move I’ve ever made. Room 526 was across the hall from the elevator. Knocking on that door would change my life forever.
Cheers erupted from inside at the sound of my knuckles on the door. My body felt electric. The man from the park opened the door with a smile and three directive words, “lose the dress”.
“Out here?” I asked, out of surprise, yet without protest.
“Lose the dress,” he repeated. “They’re not here to see your fashion.”
“Yes, sir,” I answered. I glanced down the plush hallways before obediently removing my dress.
“Very nice,” he complimented, perusing my body, decorated only by my drenched thong and heels.
My skin glistened. My nipples, large as thimbles, betrayed my arousal. I had a flashback to the night before when I was dressed the same way for my husband but was completely ignored.
“Leave it,” the man said.
I obediently dropped my dress on the floor. The man opened the hotel room door. There was no turning back once I walked through it. Walking into that room validated everything the man said to me in the park the day before. I was stepping into my true identity. The door to the large elegant room closed behind me. The hungry eyes of the ten sailors enflamed my lust.
“Hello, boys,” I said with a broad, genuine smile, enjoying being the center of their attention. My heart pounded out of my chest. I soaked in the feel of their greedy eyes already fucking me. ‘I’m here to thank you for your service. There’s no limit to my gratitude.”
The men all immediately cheered again with dirty shouts and compliments. “Fuck yes!” “That pussy is mine.” “What a fucking dirty whore.”
“How come I’m the only one undressed?” I teased as I lowered my thong like a flag down my long legs. The sailors all instantly raced to take their clothes off. Before I knew it, the men closed ranks around me. Their hard cocks and flesh pressed against me. They all felt and smelt so good. Twenty hands simultaneously groped my entire body. It was glorious. I never felt more desired. A switch flipped in me. I was determined to be the best fuck they’d ever had. They deserved it, and so did I.
I dropped to my knees, perfectly surrounded by the magnificent cocks like the spokes of a wheel. I took the first in my mouth while stroking two others with my hands. The other seven groped my body and pulled my hair in their attempts to be patient. Men took turns pulling my lips off one cock and onto their own. I sucked and stroked my way around the circle three times, looking up with wide eyes to whoever’s cock I was sucking. The longer I went the more ravenous they became. I soaked in the looks of pleasure and appreciation. I was a needy slut, desperate for attention. I was getting it.
“I’ve got to fuck this whore,” one of the sailors said. He picked me up and pushed me to the center of the raised king-size post bed.
I raised myself up onto my knees. “Then come fuck me,” I invited as I raised up on my knees. “I’m all yours.”
The sailor laid down on the bed and pulled me on top of him. I instantly felt his long hard cock plunge into my soaked pussy. I let out a gasp. Within seconds a strong hand pushed on the center of my back. My body collapsed over the sailor who was fucking me, raising my ass into the air behind me. Another sailor jumped onto the bed and squatted behind me. He circled my rosebud with the head of his thick cock.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed. It had been years since my husband had fucked me in the ass. I could barely get him to look at my pussy. The faceless sailor spit on my opening, using his saliva as lube. I gasped loudly as his thick index finger penetrated. My back arched. He finger-fucked my ass a few strokes before adding a second finger. Cold chills covered my body. “Oh, fuck!” I repeated. “Yes!” Before I knew it, the bulbous head of his cock pressed against my opening. I whimpered permissively as he invaded my opening and buried himself deep into my bowels. The other men cheered.
“She’s so fucking tight,” he announced.
A third sailor jumped onto the bed and straddled my head with his knees. His cock throbbed in front of my face. I raised my head and sucked one of his swollen balls into my mouth. My tongue instinctively swirled around my captured prey as I continued to suck on him. I released my prisoner only to take the other into my mouth, giving it equal attention before filling my cheeks with his entire sack.
“Fucking, son-of-a-bitch,” the sailor yelled. His hands reached under and grabbed my nipples in retaliation, capturing them forcefully between his thumb and fingers.
I moaned deeply, my mouth still full with his tender bollocks.
The sailor withdrew his swollen sack. As he leaned back a few inches, his cock throbbed against my face as if ordering me to take it in. I opened my thick lips and gave him a wink. He slowly pushed his entire length between my lips and down my throat until the cap hit the back of my long esophagus.
“Fuck, yes!” he said. "She can take it all."
I tried to smile, but my mouth was full of his cock. The other two sailors were intensifying their synchronized fuck of my pussy and ass. I was sandwiched between the hard flesh of these three sailors. It felt so fucking good. I reached up both hands, capturing cocks with the long fingers of each. Only in my secret fantasies had I ever fucked five guys at the same time. My dreams were coming true. It wouldn’t be the last time before I left the hotel room that day.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” the sailor fucking my pussy announced. He tried to lower his body to keep from filling me with his seed.
I winked at him, realizing he couldn't escape. I quickly pulled my painted lips off of the cock fucking my throat. I winked at the sailor below me and intentionally pushed my pelvis harder against him. I smiled and lowered my lips to his ear. “You didn’t come all this way to pull out, did you? Breed me, Sailor.”
The other men heard my taunt.
“Fuck yes!” one of the sailors waiting for their turn said.
I swallowed the cock again that was waiting in front of me as I fucked the sailor below me, hard.
He arched his back. “Yes, yes, yes!” he yelled. “Fucking whore!” Just then, his body convulsed. His hips launched up hard, filling me with waves of cum with each thrust.
The feel of my pussy being filled with warm cum took my arousal to another level. My first climax quickly approached. My body quivered. My nipples hardened. My eyes grew big. I moaned loudly.
“What a slut!” one of the sailors said. “She fucking likes this.”
My entire body erupted in climax. I choked on the cock fucking my mouth. Just as my first orgasm hit, the man above me grabbed my waist. He fucked my ass harder until he filled me with his seed.
The sailor under me pulled himself out and off the bed. The other one behind me finished filling my ass. The one in front of me started to moan. I let go of the cocks in my hands, grabbed his waist and pulled his body roughly against my face. My tongue swirled around his cock with each thrust until he let out a scream. His fingers from both hands interlaced my hair, grabbed my head and face fucked me harder than I’ve ever experienced. Thick, delicious cum poured down my throat. I kept ramming his cock down my throat, determined to siphon every drop from him.
The two sailors I had been stroking with my hands continued to stroke themselves, launching missiles of cum to paint my face, tits, and body. The first five men stepped back, allowing me to quickly catch my breath. One of the new sailors laid on his back and pulled me on top of him face up. He pushed his cock into my ass and pulled me down onto him. He was bigger than the first. Another sailor climbed on top to conquer my pussy. Cocks filled my mouth and hands. It felt so good to be so passionately desired. Truthfully, it didn’t take long for me to empty all ten of their first loads. They had waited two months for it. My petite body was filled and painted with their thick warm cum. It felt so good. I had already climaxed three times and was just getting started.
It was then that the real fucking began. It was easy for me to get them hard again. I relished taking two or three at a time, being used any way they wanted. The fucked me in front of the window, they fucked me on the bed, they fucked me over the chair. My holes throbbed from being pounded. My ass cheeks were already bright red from their spanks. My nipples and tits were sore in the best ways from being manhandled by our nation’s finest. My body was slippery from all the sweat and cum – mine and theirs. My perfectly styled hair was matted with globs of cum. I looked like a wreck but felt like a princess. I lost count of how many times I climaxed. I was insatiable.
Finally, after three hours, the men were spent. They marveled at my ability to service all ten in ways they would never forget, and still be ready for more.
“Well done, Slut,” the man from the park offered, standing near the door to the room. “These men see you for everything you are.”
“Thank you, Sir,” I answered.
He opened the door. “You may go now,” he said, unceremoniously.
Cum continued to pour from my pussy and ass. My face and body felt sticky from the thick layers of the men’s seed. “Thank you, gentlemen,” I said with a smile as I picked up my thong from the floor. I felt proud of my accomplishment. I proved I was everything I knew I could be. Everything I wanted to be. I was lost in the moment.
Several men groped my body and spanked my ass, cheering as I walked past them toward the door.
“Now there’s a slut in need of attention,” the man repeated from the day before.
I smiled in acknowledgment as I winked at him and walked through the door. The sound of the door closing behind me instantly brought me back to reality. I looked down to pick up my dress where I left it outside the door before walking into the room with ten sailors waiting for me hours before. The dress was gone.
“Oh, no!” I said, immediately knocking on the door, completely exposed to the plush hallway. There was no response. I pulled my thong up my long legs to cover my pussy. I looked across the hallway toward the elevators. They would be my only way of escape. The doors to the elevator opened. Two couples stepped out and gawked at the sight of me almost naked in the hallway.
“I didn’t know they had whores here,” one man said to the other as they stepped out of the carriage.
His wife promptly hit him on the arm. “You don’t need her,” she said with a smile. “I’m more slut than you’ll ever need.”
I beamed with pleasure. “Fuck yes,” I thought. A burst of pride filled my soul. The man saw me. The sailors saw me. These two couples saw me. I stepped past them and into the elevator. I pushed the button and the carriage descended four floors.
The elevator doors opened to the grand, famed Oak room. The floor bustled with activity. I looked across the palatial dining room. My husband and his clients were still at the table. I wondered if he even realized I was gone. Rather than making my way toward the exit to go home, I sauntered straight to the table.
The conversation at the table suddenly stopped. All nine faces looked up at me in complete shock. None more than my husband. His jaw dropped open. He was finally at a loss for words. I soaked in the stares of the eight Brits.
“It’s been a pleasure meeting you all,” I said with a confident nod to my husband’s guests. “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”
His clients stammered for words. Their stares said it all.
“What the fuck?” my husband said, aghast. “How can you do this?” He turned to his clients apologetically, “I’ve never seen her like this.”
“Exactly,” I said with a satisfied smile.
