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{ASSM} Betty Chapter 1 - M/F, Slut Wife, Voy, Exhib, Mast, Erotic Dominaton
Author: Jibsheet <jibsheet26@hotmail.com> Date: 20-9-01
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Note: Although I also write purely fictional erotica, my primary vehicle is
erotica written for and about real people, using them as the characters and
basing the story on their lives, fantasies, and desires.  Of course, I'm
doing the writing, so I get to mix in my own fantasies and desires as well!
This story is one of the "Real People" series.  Comments are always
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   The "Betty" series are being written for Betty's husband, Tom.  She does
enjoy flashing at her office, and Tom is encouraging her to continue to
explore her sexuality and become more of a "hot wife." Please note that use
of some racial slurs is based on information given to me by the subjects of
this story.

   Betty Becomes a Slut - Chapter 1

   It had been going on for several months, beginning not too long after I
first joined the office.  Her name was Betty, and she loved to tease.  A
short, cute AsianAmerican girl, she would come to work dressed in the
shortest of skirts, sheer blouses, and lacey underwear - when she wore any
underwear at all.

   Office gossip being what it is, I quickly heard the stories about
her...how she picked out certain men in the office to tease, how one guy
had gotten fired when he was caught jacking off in his office after one of
her displays.  The other women all considered her to be a real slut, and
assumed that she was giving her body away left and right, but none of the
guys could confirm that she'd ever done anything more than tease.

   It was an odd scene, one that seemed ripe with possibilities, and with
danger, too - after all, I'd just started in the office, and didn't want to
lose the job; but I couldn't deny that I found Betty to be a hot little
cunt, and knew that I'd enjoy seeing what she had to offer.  I think I also
suspected that she might be ready to take the next step, and truly become
the office slut that all the women though she was.  If that was the case, I
was going to make sure that I would be one of the first to enjoy her hot
body!

   --++-

   As I said, Betty started teasing me almost right away.  At first, it was
little more than provocative glimpses of the swell of her breasts through a
blouse that just seemed to be open a little more than necessary; or a flash
of thigh as she sat down, her legs staying apart for a few seconds longer
than they needed to.  She seemed to be judging my reaction during this
time, and I helped her by making it quite clear that I enjoyed her
displays...letting my eyes linger on her breasts or thighs, then looking up
to meet her gaze, and giving her a smile that left no doubt that I was
ready to play her game.

   The message got through, and before long she began to show me more.  She
was good at it, too - I'd see her through the open door, headed down the
hall towards my office carrying a file I needed, and just before she
entered, she'd quickly undo an extra button on her blouse.  Of course, I'd
help out by telling her to put the file on the low coffee table by the
sofa, which would make her have to lean over from the waist.  Her blouse
would gape open, and I'd enjoy the view of her soft breasts, and the lacey
bra that offered them up.  She'd look up, see me watching, and decide that
she had to "straighten" things on the table, which would keep her bent over
and moving around, giving me plenty of time to enjoy the view.  With a
sweet smile, she'd ask if there was anything else I needed, and we'd play
that game too - Her simple question covering an implied offer of a more
"intimate" service, and my polite refusal, making it clear to her that I
badly wanted that service.  Then she'd be on her way, and before she turned
down the hall again, those buttons that had been open in my office would be
fastened again.

   After a few weeks, I decided to move the game to a new level.  By that
time, I was sure I'd seen most of her underwear...silky panties covering a
swelling mound at the junction of her thighs, lacey bras in colors or
white...some covering, some revealing the hint of a nipple.  I made sure
she knew how much I enjoyed her display, obviously rubbing my swelling cock
as I watched her, watching me.  Through all of this, we never spoke a
direct word about what she was doing.  The time to change that had arrived.


   On her next visit to my office, I asked her to sit down, telling her I
had something I needed to discuss with her.  She rewarded me by making sure
her short skirt rode up as she sat, and she slowly spread her legs until
they pressed against the arms of the chair, enough to allow me a clear view
of her very sheer panties, covering a dark hint of hair, and the faint
outline of the lips of her cunt.  She didn't close her legs, either, and I
said nothing at first, spending a minute staring, very obviously, up her
skirt.

   "Betty," I began, "I think we both know what we need to talk about, so
let's be frank.  You're a tease, aren't you?  A teasing slut, right?"

   She dropped her head a little, pretending shame at being "caught."

   "No, don't give me that fake shame, Betty...I know you do it because you
like it.  Tell me the truth!"

   Slowly, she raised her head, and gave me a brazen smile.

   "Yes.....yes, I do like it!" she replied.

   "You enjoy showing your body to men, don't you?"

   "Yes..."

   "And you enjoy knowing that it makes them crazy to fuck you, don't you?"

   "Yes..."

   "Would you stop if I told you to?"

   "No!"

   "What about your husband - does he know what a teasing slut you are?"

   "Yes...he likes it...likes me to act that way.  It turns him on."

   "Do you tell him about it?

   "Yes.  He likes me to tell him when we're making love..."

   "No, Betty!" I interrupted her.  "Not when you're making love...what are
you really doing when you tell him what a teasing slut you are?"

   Another slow smile on her pretty face, as she began to understand where
this was leading, and corrected herself.

   "He likes me to tell him while we're fucking!  He cums hard when I tell
him what I've done, how many guys I've let see up my skirt or down my
blouse."

   Aha...as I thought!  Now to find out if she's ready..."But he wants
more, doesn't he?"

   "Yes."

   "What does he want?  Tell me, Betty!"

   "He wants me to do more than tease."

   "In other words?" I led her on.

   "He...he wants me to fuck other men."

   "Men," I ask, "more than one?"

   "Yes...he says I should let lots of men use my body.  He says he wants
me to be a real slut for him...it would really turn him on!."

   "And what about you, Betty?  Are you ready to be a slut?  Are you ready
to spread your legs for other men?  Are you ready to offer your cunt, your
mouth, even your asshole to be used?"

   My coarse words had the effect I suspected they would.  Betty became
visibly excited, and began to breathe just a little heavily.

   "I....I think I am...but..."

   "But what, Betty?  Are you ready to be a slut or not?"

   "It's just that I...well, I've only ever made love with Tom...I've never
had any other men..."

   I have to admit I was surprised - I'd kind of shared the office opinion
that Betty's teasing meant she was much more experienced.  But it didn't
matter; in fact, it was almost better this way, for now I could watch this
pretty little woman struggle with her inner desires, help her give in to
them, and grow in time to become the perfect slut-wife!

   "Tell me what you've done with other men," I ordered her.

   "In school...in school I let guys feel me...feel my tits"

   "Did you ever let them see your tits?"

   "Once...once I let a guy undress me...just my blouse and bra...he got
really turned on...and I let him...I let him...feel me down there."

   "Down There?  What do you mean, Betty...where's down there?"

   "My cunt...I let him feel my cunt"

   "Did you like it, Betty?  Did you like being half naked in front of him,
with his fingers pushed up in your cunt?

   Betty's eyelids fluttered, and a small soft moan escaped her lips.

   "Oh yes...yes I liked it...but I was afraid and shy...he wanted to fuck
me, but I wouldn't let him, so he made me...made me help him..."

   "Help him?  You got him off, didn't you, Betty?  You made him cum,
right?"

   "Yes, I did...I made him cum with my hands....I liked that...making him
cum...feeling his stuff all over my hands..."

   "And that's it...nothing more until you met Tom?"

   "Nothing more...but..."

   "But you want more, don't you Betty?  You want to feel different hands
on your body...different cocks in your cunt...don't you?"

   I watched her struggle with the idea...knowing I was right.  She DID
want more, much more, but she had to admit it.  Finally, she answered in a
small voice:

   "Yes...yes I do...is that wrong?  Tom keeps telling me I SHOULD have
more...I don't know why, but he wants other men to fuck me..."

   "He wants other men to fuck you because he knows YOU want it, Betty.  He
knows how much you want to spread your legs, and let other men use your
body.  He knows it because you tease so much here...because the teasing
makes you so hot, doesn't it?"

   "God yes!  It always turns me on so much...I get sooo hot, and I want to
be fucked so bad then.  But...I'm still a little afraid..."

   "So what do you do, Betty?  What do you do when you're that hot?

   "I...I go to the bathroom and make myself cum.."

   "But it's not enough, is it?"

   "NO!  It's not...it feels good, but..."

   "Do you know why you feel that way, Betty?  It's your body telling you
something.  It's telling you that you ARE a slut, and you need to act like
one.  You know that, don't you?"

   "I...I think I am...I'm tired of making myself cum after I tease...I do
want more!"

   There was a long silence in the room, while I let Betty adjust to the
idea.  I knew she was ready, but she had to know it too.  After a minute, I
changed directions:

   "Betty, you're showing me your panties and you cunt now, aren't you?  Is
it turning you on to show me your body like that?

   "Yes...it's turning me on....I'm starting to get wet there."

   "Starting to get wet WHERE, Betty?  A good slut knows how to talk about
her body!"

   "My cunt....my cunt is getting wet!"

   "Would you like to be fucked now, Betty?  Would you like me to fuck
you?"

   "ohgod....ohgod...Yes!"

   "But what about if I called in one of the guys from the shop, told them
to come up here and fuck you...would you spread your legs for them?"

   "Yes....right now I'm so hot, I'd let them fuck me..."

   "Do you know what that means, Betty?  It means you are a whore, doesn't
it?"

   "I...I want to be a whore...Tom wants me to be a whore and a slut for
other men, and I want it too!  Please...will you help me?"

   "Yes, I will.  We'll start today, slut.  But you're not going to get
your little whore cunt filled that fast...good sluts have to be trained,
you know.  If you truly want to be a whore wife for your husband, you can't
just go out and start fucking around.  You have to learn how to BE a
complete slut, and I'm going to teach you.  Are you ready to follow my
instructions Betty?"

   There was a moment of silence in the room.  Betty seemed to know that
she would not be able to go back if she said yes.  Finally, she licked her
lips and answered softly: "Yes."

   "Good.  First of all, you've heard me say your name for the last time.
From now on, you are 'slut,' or 'whore,' or just plain 'cunt' to me.  When
you have proved to me that you have become a true slut, then I'll use your
name again.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes...I do."

   "Second, you are never to wear pants or jeans to this office again, or
when you and I are out together.  Only short skirts.  I will tell you what
you may wear under those skirts, but if you own any pantyhose, throw them
away.  If you need to wear hose, they must be the thigh-high kind, held up
with a garter belt or elastic."

   "Third, whenever you sit down, you are never, ever to close your legs.
They must stay open, and you are to keep them wide apart while you sit.  I
don't care who you're with or where you are, your legs are to be open.  Do
you know why, slut?"

   "No..'

   "Your legs are to be open so that everyone you are with will know that
your cunt is available to them.  Man or woman, it doesn't matter.  And if I
ever catch you with your legs closed, you will be punished.  Do you
understand?"

   "oh....yes...yes, I do."

   "Good.  Now I want to see the cunt and breasts you've been teasing me
with, whore!  Stand up and raise your skirt to your waist."

   She stood slowly, with a nervous glance at the door.  Her hands went to
the hem of her skirt, but she looked again at the door, and stopped.

   "But...the door...it's open..."

   "Yes, it's open.  A good slut is always ready to show her body, at any
time, and in any place.  However, since you just learning, I will allow you
to close the door this once.  In future, however, when I tell you to
display your body, you will do it immediately, without hesitation, or you
will be punished."

   Betty crossed to the door, and closed it slowly.  As she returned to
stand by the chair, I pushed back from the desk, and very obviously
adjusted my stiffening cock in my pants.

   After a moment more, Betty once again grasped the hem of her skirt, and
slowly worked it up across her hips to her waist.  As she did so, I enjoyed
the increasingly revealing view of her white, high-cut panties, and her
smooth legs.  I let her stand there for a minute, then told her to turn
around slowly.  I admired her ass cheeks under the material of her panties,
and idly wondered how tight her asshole would be when I fucked it.  When
she had turned to face me again, I told her:

   "Slide your fingers along your cunt on the outside of you panties,
whore. I want to see you push the fabric between your cunt lips, and I want
you to make your panties wet."

   Holding the skirt bunched up around her waist with one hand, Betty slid
the other over that swelling mound and down between her legs.  She groaned,
faintly, as her fingers made contact with her hot cunt, and the pushed the
fabric in until I could clearly see her cunt lips, outlined against the
panties.  Her fingertips sought and found her clit, and she began to rub it
in a circular motion.

   I could clearly see a damp spot beginning to spread across the fabric as
she manipulated her clit for me, hunching her hips forward, her eyes
closed, and her head thrown back.

   I let her continue touching herself for several more minutes, letting
her bring herself closer and closer to an orgasm, and then:

   "Stop touching yourself, whore!" I ordered her.  "Take off your panties
and put them on the desk."

   With a moan, Betty complied.  As she slid the panties down over her
thighs, I saw her pretty cunt for the first time.  As I suspected, she was
shaved smooth, except for a thin line of dark hair which led my eyes
straight to her sex.  She was perfect, just the way I like a slut's cunt to
be.

   "Turn around, and show me your asshole."

   Slowly she turned, and, bending forward just slightly, she spread her
ass cheeks apart.

   "Your ass looks tight and inviting, slut.  Now come here, face me and
stand between my legs.  Good.  Now spread your legs, whore."

   Reaching up between Betty's legs, I quickly thrust two fingers deep into
her cunt, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her.  She was very wet, and very
tight, and I held my fingers completely motionless, to drive her crazy.

   "Now undo your blouse take off your bra, and put it on the desk too.  I
want to see your tits."

   The sheer blouse fell open, and as she struggled to get her bra off, the
motion made her wet cunt slide around on my fingers.  With the blouse down
around her waist, she cupped her small breasts in her hands, and offered
them to me.  Her dark nipples quickly began to stiffen, both from the
pleasure of feeling my fingers deep in her cunt, and from the cold air in
the office.

   To reward her, I began to slowly slide my fingers in and out of her
cunt.

   "Like that, slut?  Like having another man's fingers in your cunt?"

   "ohhhh....yes...yessss!" she groaned, and began to arch her hips forward
to meet my thrusting fingers.

   "Twist your nipples, whore...pull them and make them stiffer!"

   Seizing each nipple between a thumb and forefinger, she twisted them
hard, moaning as she did.  For several minutes, the only sound was her
heavy breathing, and the wet sounds of my fingers sliding in and out of her
dripping cunt.  I could tell the pleasure was building in her body, as her
hips worked against the movement of my fingers, and she pinched and pulled
at her nipples.  Her eyes closed and her head fell back, and little sounds
escaped from her open mouth as she built towards an orgasm.  Then, without
any warning, I pulled my fingers out of her body, and held them up.  Betty
gasped in agony, her hips still thrusting for the pleasure I had taken
away.

   "That's enough!  You're not slutty enough to cum yet.  Clean my fingers
off!" I watched as she bathed my fingers with her tongue, licking off the
juices from her cunt.  As she worked, I gave her some additional
instructions:

   "Now put yourself back together, but leave the panties and bra on my
desk.  I want you back in this office promptly at 5:00.  And remember, keep
your legs spread when you sit!" ---++--

   All through the day, I imagined the show she was putting on.  Once, when
I had to go out into the outer office, I saw her sitting at Fred's desk,
and she was following her orders well.  Her legs were spread open, and Fred
was having a hard time concentrating on what he was telling her, as he
looked long and hard at what I knew was a very wet cunt.

   Interestingly, Fred's secretary was also looking at Betty, and idly
touching her own breasts as she watched...I'd have to remember about that -
maybe there would be a time to make my new slut service her in the future.
---++--

   At the appointed time, Betty came back in through the door of my office,
and stood in front of my desk.  I sat back and looked her over, enjoying
the view of her small breasts through the sheer fabric of her blouse.  Her
nipples were dark and hard under the material, and I know that the movement
of the fabric over them had probably kept them nice and stiff all
afternoon.

   "Have....have those been there all afternoon?" Betty asked, looking at
her bra and panties, still piled on my desk.

   "Of course they have.  And I told anyone who asked that they were yours,
and that you had taken them off in front of me.  Several of the men, and a
few women, were quite interested - I told them you were still in training,
and weren't ready to serve them yet, but that I'd let them use you when I
was ready."

   I got up from the chair behind my desk, and walked around to the sofa.
On my way, I paused to pull the armchair around so it faced the sofa.  As I
threw myself down on the sofa, I told Betty:

   "Pull your skirt up, and sit in the chair."

   Quickly, and without a glance at the open door, Betty followed my
instructions.  Her long afternoon of showing her nearly naked body to the
office must have had a good effect!

   "Are you wet?  Touch yourself and tell me."

   "ohh...oh god yes I'm wet...I've been dripping all afternoon...god, so
turned on having you make me show myself like that...

   "You told me you make yourself cum when you get turned on showing
yourself.  Do it.  Put your legs up on the arms of the chair, and show me
how you cum, slut."

   "Yes....need it...need to cum," she said, sliding down in the chair and
lifting her legs up onto the arms.  In this position, she was completely
open to my view.  Her cunt was swollen and puffy, and visibly wet, her
juices running down around her tight asshole.

   Her hands flew down between her legs, and she used the fingers of one
hand to slide her wet lips apart, spreading the liquid around on her smooth
skin.  Her other fingers sought out the nub of her clit, and began to flick
at it and tease it, making it stand up.  She continued to stroke herself
with both hands, the fingers on her clit now pressing down and circling
hard.

   "Ohhhgod....feels so good!" She moaned, as her head fell back on the
chair.

   "That's it, slut - you like this, don't you, showing yourself to me,
showing me how you make yourself cum..."

   "yess..."

   "And I know you liked showing yourself today...you liked having your
cunt on display, didn't you?

   Her fingers began to move faster.  "Godyes...so hot.."

   "Think of how many people saw your breasts through your blouse...think
of what a whore they thought you were for dressing like that.."

   Aggghh..yes...they all saw me..."

   "And think of how many of them know what your cunt looks like now,
too!...and how many of them want to fuck you!  Fuck yourself now, whore,
just like you want to be fucked.."

   She slid down further into the armchair, and brought her free hand up
from underneath her widespread legs.  With two fingers, she opened her
cunt, and pushed them in hard and deep.

   "Aggghhh!  So good....I need it....I need to fucked like a whore..."

   Quickly, I undid my pants, and brought my stiff cock out.

   "You will be," I answered, "you will be used like the whore that you
are. Look...here's your first cock, slut.  Look at my hard cock...after you
cum, you can have it in your cunt...you can become the slut-wife Tom wants
you to be!"

   Betty's eyes were mere slits as she watched me slowly stroking my cock.
Her breathing was fast and shallow, and as she worked her fingers in her
cunt and on her clit, I could tell she was close to cumming.  A few words
would do it...

   "That's it - do it slut!  Make yourself cum!  Think of how your body is
going to be used by other men..."

   "ooooo....so close!" her fingers were a blur now..

   "Think of it...you're going to be the office whore...everyone will know
they can have you whenever they like...use any of your slut holes,
anytime...AND YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU?"

   "Yesssssss!" Betty almost shouted, as the thought of the being a whore
sent her over the edge.  Her hips snapped up off the chair, and she drove
her fingers over and over again, deep into her cunt.

   "Yesss!  Tom wants me to be a slut...I will...I'll do
it...ohgodohgod...cumming so hard!"

   "You don't have a choice - you are a chink slut, aren't you?"

   The words were enough to sent her into another small orgasm, thrashing
and groaning in the chair.  I watched as she hunched up over and over
against her hands, gasping out her pleasure.  Finally, after a long minute,
she fell panting against the back of the chair.  I let her rest for few
seconds, then ordered her over to me.

   "Get over here, whore, and do your job.  Turn around and sit on my
cock!" With a moan, Betty turned to face the open door, and straddled my
lap.  Reaching down between her legs, she positioned my stiff cock at the
entrance of her dripping cunt.

   "Get your whore cunt down on my cock!  Stop wasting time!" To emphasize
my point, I slapped her ass, just hard enough to leave a red handprint
behind.  Betty groaned, and plunged herself down onto me, taking me all the
way into her body in one stroke.

   "Mmmm, you're a tight little slut, aren't you?" I groaned, as Betty's
cunt enveloped my cock.

   "But you won't be for long...once you start whoring in the office,
you'll be stretched open...Move your body, slut...service my cock!  Think
Tom will notice when your cunt starts to get stretched open?...harder,
whore, work my cock in your cunt!  I think he'll like it, whore...I think
he'll like knowing his little wife is fucking other men...spreading her
legs for them...giving her cunt and asshole away.."

   Betty was really working me over now...bent forward slightly, supporting
herself with her hands on my hips, her ass bobbing up and down as she
slapped her cunt up and down around my cock.  She was so tight, so wet, so
hot, and I could feel my cock swelling in her body...I knew it wouldn't be
long before I was cumming there, deep in her cunt.

   "That's it, you chink whore...fuck me good...fuck me the way you're
going to fuck the other men in this office...ohgod, yes!  You're such a
tight little slut now...and you ARE a slut now, aren't you...you have
another man's cock in your cunt, and you put it there, didn't you?"

   "Yes!" she panted, thrusting hard against me, "Yes...I put your cock in
my cunt, and I'm going be your whore...I'm going to be Tom's slutty wife,
who spreads her legs for OTHER MEN!"

   The last words were a yell, as she felt my cock swelling and beginning
to pulse inside of her.

   "Yes...cum in my slut body...use me...fill me...!" she begged.

   With a cry, I began to spurt into her...my hot cum shooting out in long
jets, filling her cunt.  Betty kept up her fucking, begging me as she did
to make her into a true little slut.  Again and again I shot deep into her,
so much that her motion began to squeeze my cum out of her cunt, dripping
and splattering on my legs and on the sofa.

   Sliding my arms around her small waist, I pulled her tight against me,
holding her body still so I could fuck deep into her for the last few shots
of cum, slapping my hips up against her ass with each pulse.

   I held her down against me, making sure she felt my cock deep in her
body as I spoke to her: "That's just the beginning, whore.  We have much
more training to do, before you become a complete and total slut.  Now go
get your panties, and bring them here."

   With a groan, Betty stood up on her shaky legs, letting my cock fall
slickly out of her cunt.  As she crossed to the desk, I could see a line of
my cum beginning to run down the inside of her leg.

   As she returned to stand in front of me, I told her: "Clean off my cock
with your panties, and then put them on." She bent to her task, wiping my
dripping cock, and squeezing out the last drops of my cum into the crotch
of her panties, as I continued.

   "I want you to go straight home now.  Don't stop anywhere...and when you
get home, I want you to tell Tom everything that has happened today, and
how much of a slut you have started to be.  I want you to show him your
cum-stained panties, and then I want you to show him my cum, dripping out
of your body.  Make sure you tell him everything about how it got there!"

   "Then, I want you to tell him you are his slut, too.  You are to offer
your body to him, and let him do anything, and I mean anything, he wants
to. Do you understand me?"

   With a look of hot lust still in her eyes, Betty agreed.  As I fastened
my pants, I watched her pulling the damp panties up along her legs, and up
tight against her cum-filled cunt.  As she turned to leave, I stopped her.
I wanted to keep her at a fever pitch all the way home.

   "Wait!  Unbutton your blouse to the waist.  Leave it that way all the
way home.  And check back with me first thing in the morning, slut...I'll
have some new instructions for you!"

   ---end-- 

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