She walked slowly – not wanting to trip over the ridiculously high heels she wore - up the walkway to Cindy’s town home. She didn’t see Cindy’s car in the driveway, but she was obligated to obey Kelly’s instructions. She couldn’t resist even if she’d tried. She knocked on the door, not expecting an answer.

After several moments, she turned around and started walking back down the sidewalk. She only lived a few doors down and she wanted to spend as little time out of doors in her neighborhood as possible, dressed as she was. She wore her ass-length, maid skirt complete with frills, plunging neckline, a maid collar around her neck and fishnet thigh-highs. As fate so cruelly conspired, her heel stuck in the crack in the sidewalk. She breathed a deep sigh and bent down to pull the heel out of the crack while trying to keep from breaking the shoe.

The door behind her opened.

“Not again.” She thought. She knew her ass was bare and her g-string was showing, what with her hands on her ankles. “How many times am I going to show my ass to the world?” She stood up as fast as she could and turned around.

Cindy’s ex-husband stood in the doorway and whistled. “My oh, my. You look delectable, Megan. It is Megan, right?”

Megan tugged on her skirt, knowing it was raised enough to show the edge of her butt-cheek as she twisted around to try to look Roger in the face. “Mmmhmm. That eese my name, monsieur.”

Roger looked like a pro-football player. He was just about six-feet tall, very muscular and black skinned. He was also very intelligent and worked with computers. However, he had no problem cheating on his wife, though they tried several times to stay married, Cindy finally had given up on him. He paid his alimony, loved his children but loved sex as much as any virile, handsome man.

“I, uh, see you have your shoe stuck in the crack there.” Roger stepped out of the doorway and took the steps down the sidewalk to stand next to Megan. “Here, let me help you with that.”

“No, no. Pleeese, monsieur. I can do eet myself.”

But before she could say anything else, he’d knelt down, with his eyes at ass level, he put a hand on Megan’s foot. He put his other hand on Megan’s inner thigh, about four inches below her dress. He didn’t even look at the shoe.

“Not at all.” He said as he stared at Megan’s legs. His hand was firm on her thigh, and she felt herself get wet. “Okay, now, I’m going to tug it, and you lift up, okay?”

Roger flicked his eyes upward at her, and he met her eyes momentarily, but then he simply stared up her skirt. Meg felt the heat of his stare on her ass.

“Monsieur. I do beleeve you are beeing far too forwahrd weeth me. Pleeze.” She gulped, took a long, deep breath. She realized if Cindy were to come home right now, she’d be entirely pissed off. “Pleeze. Take your ‘and off of my thigh.”

He didn’t. “I can hardly understand what the heck you’re saying Megan. What is that accent anyway? Does that go with the outfit?” He did move his hand down to her heel and started tugging gently.

Finally giving up, Megan tugged harder on the heel and it finally gave way. She took several steps and then turned, finally relieving herself of Roger’s grasp.

“There, monsieur.” She pulled nervously on the hem of her skirt. “I…” Megan realized she was embarrassed to admit her reasons for being there to this philanderer. She was there to clean Cindy’s house.

During the course of Megan and Cindy’s relationship, she didn’t really look down on Cindy, so much as felt sorry for her. Cindy had married a guy – twice – who slept around on her. She didn’t make very much money. She was now a single mom, raising several children. If Cindy’d had any worse luck, she’d be living in a trailer. But, for today at least, Megan was Cindy’s maid. She was sure that Kelly was relishing the thought, even now wherever she was out spending Dirk’s money.

“Well, spit it out girl. You what?” Roger said. He sat down on the step in front of Cindy’s house, leaning way back. Megan could tell he was simply seeing just how far up her skirt he could see. She tugged on the front hem again. As per some hidden instruction, her g-string was a fluorescent yellow that nearly glowed beneath the black napkin of a skirt.

“I eem here to cleeen Miss Ceendy’s house. I neeed you to let mee een.”

Roger raised his eyebrows and then laughed out loud. “You’re kidding me. What the hell is going on? Aren’t you her neighbor?”

“Yes. I eem, monsieur.”

“You tell me what the hell is going on, or I’m not letting you in anywhere.” Roger replied.

Megan stomped her foot petulantly. “No!” It felt good actually being able to deny something to someone.

“Suit yourself. I’m not letting you in the house.” He leaned back on his elbows, perfectly content to stare up Megan’s skirt.

Megan gritted her teeth. “What are you doing here aneeway, monsieur?” She asked. “Where ees Meess Ceeendy?”

“You answer my questions, I’ll answer yours.”

Megan rolled her eyes. “Fine, den. Mees Kelly has hired mee to beecome a maid. She has lent my services to Meess Ceeendy, for da day. Now. You answer mee, monsieur.”

“Well, I came by to get a few things. I still have a key, my dear.” He smiled as he pulled it out of his pocket and held it up for her inspection. “’Mees Ceeendy’ is gone to work for the day. So, it looks like you’ll be working for me!” He grinned.

Megan shook her head no. “I do not theenk so, monsieur. I am to cleeen dis house right here.” Megan pointed at the door over Roger’s head. She couldn’t help but notice his rippling muscled under his shirt.

“Hmm. That accent is rather hard to resist. Just because you’re a maid, doesn’t mean you have to use that accent. Why are you talking like that anyway?”

“Eet goes wit da outfit, monsieur. Now, I neeed to get to work.” She brushed by Roger on the steps, barely squeezing by since he didn’t move out of the way. He did, however, take the opportunity to stare at her ass, as he nearly lay on the ground looking up her skirt. She knew very well that he got a clear shot of her yellow-thong covered snatch.

“You are nutting but a perveart, monsieur.” Megan said. She didn’t try to hide the disgust in her voice. In fact, she’d gotten downright pissed. How many humiliations was she going to have to suffer because of Kelly. She’d been so dominated, that she’d nearly let this…this wife-cheater just stare at her without remorse.

“I eem going to tell Meess Ceendy all about you. How you ‘ave stared at meee, and how you TOUCHED meee as shou deed. Oh yes.” Then she grabbed the edge of the door and slammed it in Roger’s face, just as he was about to enter. She smiled to herself as she locked the door.

“Zat weel teach eem.” She dusted off her hands and set off to find the broom. The floor needed sweeping. As she swept the kitchen floor, she wondered why Roger hadn’t used the key to the house. She knew he had it, and had only meant to make a point. She raised her eyebrows and shrugged and set to cleaning the dishes.

After putting the dishes in the dishwasher, she started on the toilets. After over an hour of cleaning, nearing 10:30 am, she finished the toilets and pulled out a bucket of soapy water and went back to the kitchen, near the front door and started scrubbing the floor with a brush. She hated cleaning. Hated it. She hated doing her own house. She had her own maid for chrissakes. Cleaned the toilets every other Friday. Yet, here she was scrubbing the floor of her neighbor’s house.

She’d nearly forgotten the encounter with Roger when she heard a key in the door, only a few feet from her. She looked up and saw Roger’s dark-skinned face and his broad smile.

“Well, hello there.” She could sense his eyes not on her face, but on her breasts. Megan sat up.

“Oh, no. Don’t stop on my account.” Megan thanked her lucky stars that she didn’t have to obey him. He hadn’t yet used her name in the form of a command sentence. She waited impatiently as several of Roger’s friends came in – another black man, a latino, and a white guy.

“Hot damn, man, you are right! She is hot. And she’s your neighbor?” the latino said. Megan wasn’t sure of the accent, but if she had to guess, she’d say Puerto Rican.

“Well, she was. You know I don’t live here any more.”

“And we can just stand around and watch her?” the black friend said.

“No, you may not.” Megan felt the need to interject. She stood up, realizing she didn’t feel demure, sitting on her haunches on the floor in a skimpy outfit. No, she felt vulnerable. And she knew at any moment, one of them might stumble across the method of controlling her.

“Hey, there, little lady. We’re not here for any trouble. Roger invited us over for a drink, that’s all. No need to get uppity.” This from the white guy.

“I eem not getting ‘uppity.’” Megan said. “I eem going to go cleeen some more. Just not een here wis you!” She turned too quickly, and her skirt flared. Curses! Why did she do that? Megan was starting to wonder if she secretly liked showing off her ass. She seemed to do it often enough. She heard the whistles when she stormed out.

“Did ya see that? Talk about bright yellow! You were right, dude. She’s fuckin’ hawt!”

“Damn straight she is. But was that a French accent? What the hell is up with that?”

“She’s in a French maid outfit, isn’t she?” Roger said from the other room.

Megan escaped to the upstairs. She heard the voices in the kitchen downstairs. At one point, she stood by the door momentarily and heard one of them come back in from outside. Then she heard cans of beer being opened. Great. Four soon-to-be-drunk guys downstairs. She pulled out the vacuum and set to work.

About an hour later, still upstairs and after she’d just finished putting the vacuum away, Megan heard, “Hey Megan. Come down here. We want to see you for a minute.”

Megan groaned as she felt her body being pulled downstairs against her will. She stood at the doorway to the hallway at the edge of the kitchen. “What eez eet, monsieur?” Megan directed her question at Roger.

“I think the kitchen needs scrubbing, don’t you?” Roger said.

At the same time, the white guy said, “I can’t stand the fucking French. You best cut that shit out before I raise up that dress and give you a spanking.”

Megan’s eyes grew round as she could smell the liquor on the breath of these men. She looked over and saw that the once emptied garbage can was now filled with beer cans. They must have put away over a case of beer in an hour.

Megan chose to answer Roger. She could feel the stares of all the men in the room. “I don’t theenk eet needs scrubbing again, monsieur.”

“I TOLD you not to talk like that, bitch. Even if it does go with that outfit.” The white guy jumped up and moved towards Megan.

Megan backed up a step, fear crossing her features, as the black friend and the latino grabbed the white guy by the arms. “HEY!” and “No need for all of that!”

“Well, the bitch better stop talking that way. My brother’s over in Iraq and the French just piss me off.”

“Megan. No need to be scared. We have him under control.” And just like that, Megan wasn’t scared anymore.

“But one thing is bugging me. I still don’t get how Kelly even knows Cindy. I mean, Cindy can’t hardly afford the cleaning supplies, much less a maid. And you’re her neighbor. Your husband makes a lot of cash, right?”

“Oui.” Megan nodded. She didn’t even think to look at the white guy, not the least bit fearful.

“But, you’re working as a maid. How much do you make?” Roger asked.

On this, Megan still wasn’t very clear about. She’d never actually worked out the details with Kelly.

Megan shrugged.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I do not know, monsieur.”

“Stupid women. Fine. Just get me another beer.” He said.

“I don’t sink you should be having another-“

“Megan, just get me the DAMN beer!”

Before Megan could even finish her sentence, her body jumped towards the refrigerator and she bent down and got his beer, hurrying to hand it to him. She realized that she may have looked odd doing it, so had to escape the room as quickly as she could.

“Dare you go, monsieur.” She smiled sweetly. “But I must return to my cleeening, duties.” She said. She hastened towards the doorway.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Roger said, but she made it to the hallway.

“Megan! Hey! Megan!” She continued, rounding the corner to the stairway.

“Wait!” Megan stopped. Damnit! Roger had gotten up out of his chair, leaving the other men in the room. He stopped when he saw that she was standing there at the foot of the stairs.

“Why are you running off like this?” he asked her. He had a puzzled expression on his face, possibly noticing how quickly she’d halted when he’d told her to wait.

“Why do you zink? You all are getting drunk, and I shouldn’t beee near you den.”

Roger looked contemplative. “I guess you have a point.” He looked her up and down and then shook his head.

He stood there for a few moments and said resignedly, finally giving up on pursuing her. “Okay, but tell me honestly, Megan, just why are you dressed up like this? I have a hard time believing you’re really a maid.”

Megan gulped. And then the truth spilled out in a quiet voice. “Kelly has forced mee to bee her maid. She’s made mee dress up like dis and work for Ceendy and her.” Megan breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t revealed anything too…controlling.

Roger’s face revealed the sympathy he felt. “But, but why? Did she catch you doing something you shouldn’t have been?”

Megan figured it wasn’t a stretch for him to reach that conclusion, as that is exactly what had happened to him. “No.” Megan was too scared to say more, for fear she may reveal something. She also realized that the truth thing continued to work as long as he was on this line of questioning.

“Did Kelly force you to talk like a French person as well?”

“Oui.”

“How can she know? I mean, she’s not here, you can drop the act. I don’t want my friend to get too angry. He’s not a bad guy, but when he gets to drinking, he can get… ornery.”

Megan realized there was still a question he’d asked and that she’d have to answer. “She knows dis because she forced mee to talk dis way.”

“So. Un-force it. No one can MAKE you do it, not while they’re not there to watch!”

Megan just stood there, afraid to speak, for fear she may reveal more than she cared to.

After several moments, Roger continued. “Whatever. Anyway, my boys and I want to watch you clean. You’re wearing that silly outfit, you’re in my house, we have every right to watch you do your thing. Now, I suggest, you get in there and take out the garbage. It’s full.” He smiled evilly.

Megan tossed the idea around for a few moments and figured that it’d just be easier to go along with it. So far, he hadn’t figured out her particular weakness.

“Oui, monsieur. I will do dis.”

When she turned around, Roger flipped up her skirt and swatted her lightly on the ass. “That’s a good girl.”

“Yipe!” Megan squealed. She walked into the kitchen and felt the stares of the three guys. She couldn’t quite bend down at the knees. There was no good way to pull out the garbage bag, except to simply bend over. However, she didn’t have to have her ass bared to them. She was much more comfortable showing cleavage than ass when she bent over.

“Wow, nice rack!” the latino said. Megan ignored the remark. After several tugs, jiggling breasts and heaves, she got the very full bag out of the garbage. She dreaded the idea of walking out back, but it may just be better than risking time with these drunk S.O.B.s’.

“You ain’t kiddin. What I wouldn’t give to see them titties.” The white guy said.

“C’mon, lady. You know you want to take that outfit off. It looks wayyyy too tight.” The black guy said.

Roger looked around the room as Megan tied up the top of the garbage bag. He smiled broadly again, apparently thinking he was really putting on the charm. “I think Jawon has the right idea, Megan. You need to take off your maid outfit.”

Instead of her body obeying his command, Megan realized that Roger was right. She didn’t know why, but she really did NEED to take off her outfit.

No one in the room was more shocked than Roger when Megan started untying the lace behind her neck. His look was priceless and he had to forcefully close his jaw. Meg grabbed the sleeves and slipped the top over her head.

“Ohmigod.” The white guy said.

“You ain’t shittin’ me.” Jawon said.

Megan tossed the shirt to the countertop. She had been careful when she took off her top, not to smudge any of her makeup – the fire engine red lipstick, the blue, heavily applied eye shadow, the mascara or blush. She wasn’t quite sure why a French maid also looked like a French hooker. She also started to feel the embarrassment of wearing a bright-yellow push-up bra with already size D cup breasts – in front of four nearly drunk men.

And it was about to get worse.

Megan undid the button behind her back on the skirt, and then undid the zipper, slowly.

“Holy shit, Megan! You enjoy this. Don’t you?” Roger asked, reaching for his can of beer and tossing it down.

And Megan realized that she did indeed enjoy this as a smile spread across her face.

“Dude, I’m going go get my camera from the car.” The latino said. He jumped up and hit the door so fast, Megan hadn’t even dropped her skirt yet.

Which she then proceeded to do. She let it fall to the ground, and then, bent down seductively at the waist, from her above her five-inch heels and picked up the skirt and tossed it onto the counter as well.

She then undid the maid collar on her neck and the maid hat on her head and they followed suit. Now she stood at her nearly six-feet in height in her heels, clad only in her bright yellow g-string/bra combo and her fishnet garters and hose. She really didn’t want to encourage these guys, but she had thoroughly enjoyed getting out of that maid uniform!

But she damn sure wasn’t going out in the neighborhood like this. The garbage would have to wait. She decided to try the brazen approach.

She stood there with her hands on her hips, cocking one eyebrow. “Well, are you going to gawk at me all day? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Just then the latino guy barged back in and within a few seconds had already snapped a picture. Meg’s eyes bulged and she put her hands up, covering herself up.

“Hey, stop that!” she squirmed trying to find a way to cover up.

“No way, lady!” he said.

“EEP!” and she ran across the room as fast as she could in the ridiculous heels, trying to escape the flash of the camera.

“Hey, wait a second there.” The white guy said. He grabbed her arm, not too hard, but she had to stop for fear of falling over. “What’s your name? Megan? There’s no need to run off. We’re not gonna hurt ya.”

Megan realized there really wasn’t any need to run off. Maybe she could avoid the camera, without actually leaving the room. At the moment, the camera flash showed the guy was catching plenty of shots of her ass.

What were these guys, Jedi? These aren’t the druids you’re looking for. She giggled to herself. She knew that they were changing her, but she was helpless to prevent it and once changed, she believed it as truth.

“Ah hah!” Roger said. “I understand now! I don’t know how or why it happened to you, but I know how it works now.”

Megan stared at him. He had a total eureka moment, apparently. She was terrified of what his next words might be.

“Oh yes. I’ve got you now, Megan. You are so mine now.” He said.

And she was. She knew that she belonged to Roger. Whatever that meant. Oh shit.

“Megan. Don’t hear a word anyone else says. Don’t move a muscle, I’ll be right back.”

She froze in place. She felt like a mannequin as Roger jumped up and ran out to his car for something. Megan began to get a little nervous as one minute led to two and then three. She couldn’t hear what Roger’s friends were saying, but they were laughing and the latino guy kept snapping pictures.

The white guy came behind her and she felt her bra being unsnapped and then removed. She still had the sign stretched on a thin chain, strung between her nipple rings. It had been attached and soldered and she hadn’t figured out a way to remove it. It read simply, “Slut Extraordinare”. It was pretty small, so it was easy to tuck into the front of her bra, under her cleavage. She was saved by her apparent deafness from the commentary of Roger’s friends.

She still didn’t move and that seemed to encourage the guys. She felt her garters unsnapped and her fishnets rolled down. Jawon picked her up from behind and the white guy took off her shoes and the hose, but when they tried to set her back down, she couldn’t keep her balance, as her feet were arched in place from where her shoes had been.

Right in the middle of this, Roger came back inside. “What the hell are you guys doing? I was searching for this old ass CD of my wife’s. George Michel’s ‘I want your sex’. I was gonna have her do a strip-tease for us.”

Megan couldn’t hear the replies. But then Roger said, “I don’t give a damn about that. No, she does what I tell her to. Oh, get your hands off of her. Megan, stand up straight, at attention.”

Megan was able to move, finally, and she felt the groping hands of Roger’s friends finally remove themselves, since she was able to stand on her own. She was completely naked, entirely embarrassed and she stood at attention. Her breasts jutted out obscenely, and the latino guy was flicking her nipple rings lightly, jingling the sign.

After several pauses, Roger said, “I know she looks hot. And she’ll do whatever I tell her, man!”

Megan could feel the fear written on her face. She was completely at their mercy. They could do whatever they wanted to her and she’d go along with it. At least she didn’t have to be happy about it. She started crying.

“Megan. Stop crying.”

Now she was even denyied this. She stomped her foot, frustrated.

“Megan, you will excitedly do whatever I tell you to do. You will love it. Megan, you will always tell me the absolute truth to the best and most thorough of your ability.”

Roger paused a few moments, tapping his chin. “Megan, stop talking in a French accent. You will never talk like that again.”

“Hmm. In fact, you will talk like a total bimbo. I see you have that blond hair. Megan, you will talk like a bimbo all the time.”

Roger waited, listening to his friends again. “Megan, you love to suck cock. I saw the way you looked at me. You couldn’t decide if you wanted me or not. Well, how’s this? Megan, you’re in love with me. Megan, you want to please me in every way.”

“Oh alright. Megan, you will not obey my friend’s here. But you hear everyone’s voices again.”

“Oh hot shit.” The latino guy said.

“Now, Megan. What do you want to do?” Roger asked.

Megan knew from the bottom of her soul. She’d like nothing more than to blow Roger till he fainted. Not that she wanted everyone to hear that! She was no slut. She had no idea how she was going to tell Heath. But she was completely in love with Roger now, even though she knew it was the effect of the control, she still knew it as fact and didn’t want to change. She loved him.

“I.. honey – sweetie? Could we, like talk about this like privately?” She also wished she could move, but she’d been ordered to stand at attention. She tried to look seductive, but other than jut her chest out to attract her man’s attention – and she knew he liked asses, and wished she could turn around and flash it to him – there was little she could do.

“No, you’ll tell me now. Tell me, loudly, just what you want to do to me.”

“Your cuddles wants to suck your COCK.” Megan desperately wanted to cover her mouth in embarrassment, but she couldn’t move. She squealed out the last word, feeling the force of his command.

“I can’t believe the bitch is bald down there, man! And those nipple rings. I still can’t get over those.” Jawon said.

“She’s got such a tight ass, on her! C’mon man, let’s get a piece of that!” the latino said.

“Alright Megan. You’re going to blow us all. On your knees.” Megan wasn’t very thrilled about blowing off everyone, but she really did love to suck cock, so what the hell. Still didn’t make her a slut. A cocksucker, maybe, but not a slut.

She giggled in her best bimbo style as she rushed over to Roger. She still couldn’t believe she had to talk like a bimbo. It was entirely beneath her. She’d made over 1500 on her SAT’s for chrissakes.

She dropped to her knees in front of Roger and unzipped his fly. She pulled out his cock, and she was pleased with herself to note that he was already hard, just from staring at her and controlling her for the past while.

“Ohmigod!” She squealed in delight. She’d never seen anyone with over a nine-inch cock before. She had no idea how she was going to fit that down her throat.

“You have, like, such a sweety-pie, piece of meat, my cuddle wuddles!” Megan said. She leaned forward and started nibbling on the tip.

“Now, don’t tease me, bitch. Start taking it down.” She frowned at the insult. She loved the guy but it wasn’t nice to call her a bitch.

“Now, don’t be frowning, bitch. Open that mouth.” She did, before she could even think about it.

“Everytime you hear someone call you a nasty name, it makes you horny as hell.” Pause. “Bitch.”

“Mmmm.” She hummed over his cock. She started flicking her tongue all up and down the shaft and salivating on the head, sliding it in and out of her mouth. The fact that his member was as black as the rest of his skin thrilled her to no end.

“Megan, you always wanted to suck black cock. Be sure to tell Heath that, next time you see him.” And she had! She’d always wanted black cock. There was something about the heft, the girth. She ran his cock down her mouth repeatedly. She tried to get it down her throat, but she just couldn’t get over the gag reflex. She was taking in less than half of his beautiful, delicious cock.

“C’mon man, we don’t want to just watch this shit. We want some action too!” The latino said.

“Oh, hell, alright. Megan, put those hands to work. Take a cock in each hand and give them a handjob.”

Before she knew it, there were two more cocks whipped out next to her and she grabbed one in each hand and started stroking. She stopped sucking Roger’s.

“Honey? I need to like, wet theirs down a bit, so I can like, you know? Whack them off, like you want me too, ‘kay, honey?”

Roger had just gotten into the rhythm and was working towards an orgasm, but he amazingly, just breathed deeply. “Okay. Okay. Go ahead.”

She started first on the latino guy. She took his cock nearly entirely into her mouth and slobbered it with saliva.

“Ohmigod! I can’t believe I have this fine ass bitch sucking my dick!” he said.

Megan got just a little bit hornier. “Mmmm.” She hummed on his dick.

“Aggh! That’s enough to make me cum right there!”

Megan took her mouth off of his prick and started using her hand. Then she repeated the process with Jawon.

Megan started back to work on Roger. “Megan…” breath, breath, “ you love the taste of cum.” Deep gasping breath, deep gasping breath. “You don’t want to miss a drop.”

He grabbed the back of her head and started ramming her mouth down on his cock. She started gagging on his cock, and that seemed to make it quiver in her mouth. Finally, he shot his load down he throat, and she savored it, her eyes closing, as if tasting sweet nectar.

Realizing she’d slowed down on her handjobs as she licked the last bits of cum off the tip of Roger’s beautiful cock, she started picking up the pace. It had only been about a minute or so, and the latino started to cum. It was pretty obvious, since he started shouting, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Megan naturally jumped in front of him, sliding his cock easily into her mouth and finished him off with only a stroke or two into her mouth. His cum tasted salty, and beer ridden, though it too was as sweet as honey.

She hadn’t gotten as far on Jawon. She had to spend several minutes sucking on this stranger’s prick before he finally grabbed her head, imitating Roger and rammed his cock down her throat. She heard the white guy and the latino guy talking about her ass and how her tits were jiggling around.

Finally, he finished cumming and Megan licked the tip of his cock as he shook his head. “What a fucking slut! Look at her lick my dick like it was a lollipop. I ain’t never seen a chick so hot to suck some dude’s cock.”

All this talk only made Megan hornier. “I mean, look at her pussy? She’s fucking dripping on the floor.” Megan blushed as she realized her juices were streaming out of her pussy.

“Hey, where’s my blowjob?” the white guy said.

“No time for that, I want this bitch on the kitchen table.” Roger said. “Get me hard again, bitch.”

Megan stood up, and rubbed her body against Roger. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, and wrapped a leg around his waist. She grabbed his prick with her hand and started tickling underneath the head to get him hard again.

“Like, how’s that, my hunk of a man?” She asked, whispering in his ear.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” He picked her up, her legs around his waist, grabbing her by her ass cheeks and set her on the table. He quickly unfastened his belt, the buttons on his jeans and dropped them to free some room to fuck Megan. He picked her up again and then pointed his cock at her sopping wet pussy.

“Ohhh, baby!” she said. She looked down, realizing she’d never had a cock like this before – except for the dildo. The day before. It seemed ages ago.

His cock throbbed in anticipation of getting into her pussy. “Damn, I love fucking white chicks.” He said as he drove it into her.

She shrieked. She just wasn’t used to a dick that big being inside of her. She felt impaled on the damn thing. “OMIGFUCKINGOD!” she yelled. She was worried that the neighbors might hear.

After several strokes, she started to stretch to accommodate it, and finally her whole body started to feel every ridge and vein on his cock. She didn’t even realize someone had climbed on top of her before she felt the white guy’s cock tapping her already open lips. She looked down.

“Mmmm. Another cock to suck.”

“Yeah, bitch, but just to get me wet. I’m fucking those tities.” He said from his position where he straddled her.

“Good, cuz I’m gonna get another blowjob.” Jawon said.

“Fine, I’ll just take pictures then.” The latino said. He sounded a little left out.

In the middle of all this, as they changed her around on the table, so that only the 3’ft narrow part lay underneath her, she had no idea how she was going to explain to Heath how she could love him and Roger at the same time. Nor, how, while he was returning from a business trip, she’d done a three-way with some strangers. She was so dead.

But then, Roger was grabbing her ass with those strong hands of his, the white guy was titty-fucking her, squeezing his cock underneath the chain that held the sign, attached at both ends to the nipple rings. Jawon had bent her head down off the edge of the table and he was getting a straight shot down her throat, as she simply opened her mouth for him to fuck. His balls kept slapping against her nose. She’d never given head like this before, and Jawon seemed to be getting off on it. He grabbed her shoulders to get better leverage.

And then Cindy walked in.

The flash of the camera never stopped as the three men fucking Megan were far too close to orgasm again to stop fucking the hell out of her.

The embarrassment of Cindy seeing her like this sent an electric shock of pleasure through Megan’s body. She felt her white, untanned skin go a shocking shade of pink.

“Mmmm. Mmmm.” She grunted against Jawon’s cock, the white guy’s man-handling of her tits squeezed together against his cock and of course, the total pounding her pussy was taking from her lover.

“UNGGGH. UNNNGGGH!” She screamed through Jawon’s cock.

“Megan, what the hell is going on here?” Cindy cursing?

And then the crashing thunder of orgasm rocked the kitchen, while the pop-pop of flashing took place. Jawon screamed as he shot another load down Megan’s throat. Nearly simultaneously, the white guy started shooting come across her face, chin, neck and breasts.

“Get the hell out of my house! All of you! Who are you people? I’m calling the cops! Roger, get OUT!”

And then Roger picked up Meg’s hips as he started really driving into her pussy, his cock bashing against her cervix. Megan had already cum several times and her pussy was streaming juices all over the table. Her ass slid along the top.

Jawon finally pulled his cock from Megan’s throat and she took several gasping breaths, finally able to breathe. She hadn’t realized she’d had to time her inhalations through her nose from when Jawon’s scrotum wasn’t resting on it.

The white guy finally slid off the top of her as Megan peripherally heard Cindy pick up the telephone. Roger picked her up completely off the table then, and literally started ramming her against his cock, instead of the ramming his cock inside of her. Her entire body shook as she grabbed his muscle-ripped arms and she thrilled to feel the sheer power of the man. Her entire world was his cock in her pussy as she clenched back and forth on it.

“That’s right bitch, squeeze it. Oh yeah.. OMIGOD.. OMIGOD.. my GOD you have a sweet pussy!”

Cindy in the background. “Yessir. I have some strange men in my house. They came with my ex-husband. Yessir.”

“YES! OMIGOD.. I LIKE, TOTALLY LOVE YOUR COCK! OH YES! Shoot that sweet cum into my HOT PUSSY, you beautiful MAN!”

Roger shuttered uncontrollably as he came into Megan’s pussy. Even after having just cum, it seemed a torrent. Megan felt wave after wave of orgasm. She shivered against it, as spasms worked themselves up and down her legs, back, arms and stomach.

“Well, I hope you’re happy now. The cops are on their way. They’ll be here in a few minutes.” Cindy said. She stared accusingly at Megan. Megan didn’t know how to tell her that she was in love with her ex-husband.

“Cindy, you have to understand. The party yesterday? Remember?”

“Yeah, I remember. I remember, MEGAN.” She saw the sign between her breasts. “You are a total slut. Now if you don’t get out of my house this instant, the cops will be here! You can explain your breaking and entering to them!”

Megan realized she was a total slut. In every way possible. What would a slut do?

Jawon and the latino were already at the door, the white guy quickly following. Roger had grabbed a towel and was wiping up the residual and then buckling his pants.

Megan realized a slut would simply grab her clothes, not even bother to put them on, and then go home. At least a slut would shower. She still head jizm on her face.

But before she left, a total slut would prove it to Cindy. She stopped right in front of her. “You’re right! Cindy. I AM a total slut.” And then she made a point of licking her lips slowly, where the cum still lay. “MMMM. See, how do you like that?”

She felt her own juices mixed with cum still dripping from her pussy. She was a total slut. She dipped her finger in her pussy and then brought it to her mouth, licking it and sucking on it like it was Hershey’s chocolate syrup.

“God, Megan, you are the biggest slut ever seen. Get out.”

Megan tried hard to think of what the biggest slut ever seen would do. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together in front of Cindy, making sure the nipple rings pointed right at her. Then she mimed them talking. “Like, bye-bye, Cindy the Prim and Proper. Like, at least us sluts, get to have a little fun!”

Roger moved past her out the door. Megan felt her own legs carrying her out the door, while she was taunting her friend, still carrying most of her garments. She had no idea where her bra, g-string, shoes and hose were.

By the time she’d turned around, Roger was back in his car, speeding away, just as a cop car was rounding the corner. She realized she was stark naked, cum spattered and holding what few shreds of clothes she had clutched tightly to her chest. Her crotch was bare.

“Oh shit.” She hoped she evaded notice and ran the two houses down to go around the side of her own townhouse. She peered around the corner, and thankfully, the cop was only walking up Cindy’s walkway.

But then, Megan realized she’d left her purse there as well. She had no keys to her own house. She scrambled as fast as she could and put the top and skirt of the outfit on. She wiped the rest of the cum off before it dried, licking her fingers.

The biggest slut ever seen wouldn’t mind walking just as she was, right up to the cop and seeing if the a man in uniform wouldn’t mind a little action. He was a little pudgy, and balding, but what the hell? It’s not like she had anything better to do.

Strolling audaciously up to the policeman, she said, “Sir.” The cop stopped for a moment, taking in the sight of Megan. She was disheveled, smelled of sex, and had two scraps of clothing on. No shoes, no bra, lots of skin.

“Yes, miss?”

“Don’t listen to her, officer. That’s the slut I was telling you about who was in my house, fucking my ex-husband.”

“Is that true, ma’am?”

“Well, I.. I mean…” Megan battered her eyes, licked her lips, and pointed one of her toes into the dirt. She made every effort to look coy.

“Oh cut it out, Megan. Just because you are good looking doesn’t mean you can get away with everything. And then you fu… you screwed my husband! I thought we were friends.”

“We are friends, Cindy!”

“So why were you on the table? It looked like a porno in here.”

“I .. I don’t know what you’re talking about, Cindy.” Megan answered lamely.

“Oh, that’s ridiculous. Megan, be honest. You know what you did in here. Tell the policeman.”

Cindy obviously hadn’t realized or connected that saying Megan and following it with a command worked to force Megan to do anything. Yet, she had an annoying habit of using Megan’s name all the time anyway.

And Megan realized that she had to be honest in each and every situation. All the time.

“Well, officer, I like, fell in love, you know with, like Roger, Cindy’s husband.” Gasp from Cindy. “And he had like, three friends with him, and they wanted to be, you know, serviced? So, I like took care of them. I sucked their, like, cocks and stuff? And then they like, threw me totally on the kitchen table, and like, whoah – totally fucked my brains out!.” She shook her blond hair for effect. The fact her breasts jiggled happily didn’t bother her in the least.

Megan could see the effect her words were having on the policeman. He stretched his collar, and wiped his brow. He shifted his legs uncomfortably. Megan, slut that she was, decided to ram that point home.

She put her wrists on top of each other and gave her best innocent look. “Are you going to cuff me and punish me, officer?” She pouted one of her lips and put an almost hopeful sound to her voice.

The policeman cleared his throat. “I.. uh. I .. may have to –“

“Oh wait just a minute. She was in my house with my ex-husband! You mean, you’re tempted by this slut as well?” Cindy stomped her foot.

“I, I mean, ma’am, I, uh.. “ The cop stammered while Cindy reached behind the door and grabbed Megan’s purse.

“Fine!” She threw the purse at Megan. “Megan, some friend you are. Just go fuck the cop’s brains out while you’re at it, you slut. Streak through the neighborhood, I don’t care!”

While Cindy was ranting, Megan started tugging at her clothes, and reaching for the cop’s hand. The cop, semi-unwillingly, let himself be pulled towards Megan’s house. She had her keys now, and she was going to fuck this cop like she’d fucked no one else before.

“You have got to be kidding me, Megan! Right in front of me, you’re going to pull the cop I called, right to your house? I don’t believe this!”

“I’m sorry, Cindy, but I like, totally, NEED to screw this guy now.”

She thought maybe she shouldn’t have said that. She knew quickly where this line of questioning was going to go.

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”

Megan had two honest answers. One was that she was a slut, the biggest ever seen. Or, because Cindy had told her to. One was hard to admit, particularly in front of this cop who she desperately wanted to screw. The other would give Cindy a lot of control over her. Well, a huge slut doesn’t mind being controlled. But they definitely do not like having a possible screw taken away. If she admitted she was a slut, the cop would walk.

“Because you told me to.”

The cop was just watching this exchange with growing lust and amusement.

“I see.” Cindy said, still angry. “So, if I told you to rip off your clothes right now, you would.”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Megan said. She continued to tug on the cop’s hand, and walking towards her house. Cindy stopped talking a moment while thinking about what Megan was saying. Cindy followed them as they walked.

“Officer, is it okay to actually get screwed while on duty?” Cindy asked.

“Well, no. But I went off duty about fifteen minutes ago. I was just stopping by here as a favor to the person who actually got the call.” He smiled sweetly at Cindy. Megan noted no ring on his finger either.

Megan approached the door to her house and started fumbling with her keys. She got the key in the doorlock.

“Okay, Megan, rip off your clothes. Let’s see if you’ll do it.”

Right in front of her own door, Megan literally tore off the skirt and shirt she had been wearing. Pausing only a flash, she grabbed the cop’s hand and dragged him inside, both Cindy and he gaping open-mouthed at her nudity.

Megan then pushed the door shut, just leaving her clothes, as well as Cindy, outside. She heard through the door, “I can’t believe she just did that. She’s the most brazen hussy I’ve ever seen. What has happened to her?”

In the meantime, Megan had already started working the policeman’s belt, pants, and he started working on his shoes and shirt himself.

Over the course of the next several minutes, the cop was stripped, had dropped Megan to the floor and then handcuffed her hands together. As he started going down on her, Megan said, “Oh, I like that! How long are you going to keep me handcuffed?”

“As long as you like!” he said.

How long does a huge slut like being handcuffed? As long as the person handcuffing wants her to be!

“Do you have a gag around here? A blindfold? Those can be fun?” The cop was talking as he was eating out her pussy and the tingly sensation caused her to cum almost immediately. The biggest slut ever seen cums over almost anything.

“Mmmhmm.” After he finished eating her, she jumped up, still handcuffed, and ran upstairs. She pulled out the ballgag and the blindfold. She was thrilled as she ran back down the stairs and saw the cop staring at her - her pierced nipples, blond hair, huge bouncing breasts, sign that says, ‘Slut Extraordinaire’, shapely legs – all taken in by hungry eyes.

“You are pretty fucking hot. Where’s your husband?”

“Oh, he’s on a business trip.” She said.

“Good.” He strapped the ball gag on her. Then he took a plant down from its hook in the ceiling and raised her hands over her head. “You probably didn’t know this, but I’m a bondage fetishist.”

Uh oh. She thought.

He slid the blindfold over her head, covering up her eyes. He flicked the little sign between her breasts. “I like this. Very nice.”

But she still had to fuck his brains out. She moved her body forward and rubbed up against the cop. He grabbed her and turned her around, bending her over at the waist. He grabbed her hips and jabbed his prick into her pussy.

His cock was raging hard and, being the world’s biggest slut, her pussy was already sopping wet. “Oh yeah..Oh yeah. Nice pussy. Kind of loose right now though.”

And then before she could even think about his comment, he’d slipped out of her cunt and rammed his now wet cock into her ass. She didn’t exactly hate anal sex, she’d had it a few times with Heath, but it’d been gentle and slow. Of course, as the world’s biggest slut, she rammed back against the cop’s stomach, jamming his cock into her ass, wallowing in the humiliation of being blindfolded, hand-cuffed, gagged and anally fucked. She screamed, again and again against her gag in orgasm, even before the cop came in her ass.

She wanted to thank him, she wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but the gag obviously precluded any of that. The only thing she heard was his heavy breathing, after grunting his seed into her. That and her own muffled moans.

He laid her gently on the carpet, while she heard him getting dressed again. “I told you I was into bondage a little bit.” She could hear his grin and chuckle. “But, I need to get back on duty. Was really only a lunch break. I’ll be back a little later.”

She heard a little fumbling around for a few minutes as she caught her breath and enjoyed the after sex glow.

“Here, let’s help you up, little lady!” he said. He helped her up to a standing position and amazingly, she was still horny. She rubbed up against the cop, enjoying the feel of his uniform against her smooth skin.

“Oh, you little horny temptress! We’ll have to save that for later. I can’t believe how horny you are! You’re driving me nuts. I think I know a way to cool you off for a few hours.”

She felt her arms raised over her head, still wearing the handcuffs, mask and gag. Then, she was stretched out on tip-toe and she felt the cops hands released from her wrists.

Wait a minute, she thought. What the.. he’s tied me up! I can’t stay here like this! She thought.

“Now, Megan, the next time that door opens, you’re going to be hot and heavy to go another round. You’re a little animal, I swear.”

No no. Please. Not like this.

“Okay, I’ll just have to leave the door unlocked, since I don’t have a key. You hang tight now. Don’t go nowhere” He laughed to himself as he eased the door shut.

Omigod. What has happened to me. I’m so friggin’ horny. With all that went on last night, I’m not even sure when my husband is coming home.

She did feel - outside of a sore dripping pussy, slightly abused ass and the cut of handcuffs on her wrists – exactly as she did when she was hypnotized in Kelly’s basement. Hands stretched over head, standing on tip-toes, twirling around in a circle.

She stood there for hours; she started to get hungry. She was fortunate for not having eaten that day, so she didn’t have any needed trips to the bathroom.

After an interminable amount of time, she heard the doorknob shake. Her arms were sore, she’d long since lost the feeling in her hands. She wasn’t sure what she would do when the door opened. If it were her husband, she’d have to tell him that Roger was her new lover. She had to be completely honest. Of course, if it were Heath, she’d love to fuck the hell out of him as well – she was the biggest slut ever seen! And boy, the stories she could tell him.

She didn’t think he’d take to well to knowing that she was in love with Roger though. She could still feel the sticky jizm between her legs.

The door opened. She was so horny! She wanted to FUCK so badly! And she started making yipping noses like a puppy. That’s right, she’s a little animal, according to the cop. She started moving around on her hook, her legs twitching, the juices starting to slide down her leg again. She could smell her own musky, sweet scent and she wanted to tweak her nipples.

She couldn’t recognize the voice before it stopped.

“What the-“