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"Ajay, there are straps in those limos. Straps like in cabs, for people to hold on to. They were above the rear seat. He pulled my right leg up, toward the strap. He slipped the rope tied to my ankle through the strap and pulled. I was bracing myself on my arms and on my other foot. It was bent as such an angle, Ajay, as I strained as my right foot was tied to the strap.

I was starting to sweat as I stared into his face. I knew what he was going to do, Ajay."

Her hand was on my leg, her nails gently teasing me. My god, I wanted her, wanted to fuck her. Take her my mind screamed, but I sat there.

"Ajay, I need to cum. Will you eat me? Please. You know I can't cum easily from you fucking me. After this weekend, maybe I will never be able to cum from you fucking me ever again."

"Why?"

"Oh, Ajay, his cock is so much bigger than yours. And his father's, well. I am sure my pussy is so stretched I won't even feel yours."

"I thought that was an old wives tale, about stretched pussy, I mean."

"All little dicked men think it is an old wives tale, Now, eat me. Come on."

She lay back on the bed, pulling me towards her. I wanted to fuck her, but she pushed me, pushed my head between her legs. She held me to her pussy. It was swollen again, swollen in need.

Her pussy is so sweet, so ripe. I love eating Madhu's pussy. I licked. I tongued and sucked. I ate Madhu's pussy like a madman. All the time my cock was throbbing in its own need.

"More, more, suck my clit. Make me cum, Mr. Malik," she screamed, holding my head to her dripping cunt. I made her cum. She came so much more easily now. It did not take nearly as long, not after Mr. Malik had broken her in. She gasped, resting.

"Oh, Ajay, that felt good. I love to cum. You know, Ajay, you eat my pussy better than anybody, even better than your boss. I just realized that. You are one pussy eating dude, Ajay."

She stretched her legs, arching her back as she yawned.

"Want to hear some more?"

"Yes," I said. My cock was ready to explode. Didn't she know that?

"Where was I? Oh, yes. There I was, watching him, spread wide and open, my dress undone. Oh, it was delicious. I wish you could be a woman, Ajay, for just one day. You could learn how good it really feels. I felt his hand on my left ankle, the one supporting me.

'Please don't,' I pleaded. But, he yanked it up. Ajay, I was swinging! As the limo moved, I was swinging! He is so strong. He pulled my leg toward the other strap. He yanked the rope.

"No,' I screamed. 'You are pulling me apart.'

'I like more flexibility in my sluts. You need to began exercise.'

God, Ajay, how can I describe it? My legs were roped to the straps. My hands were trapped between the seat cushions. My ass was in the air. My ass and my naked pussy. Oh, Ajay, it was divine! I was swinging. I was swinging and with every swing, my pussy approached Mr. Malik' face. Oh, I wanted him to lick me. When my pussy swung to his face, I wanted his mouth on me. I felt so slutty, Ajay. So absolutely slutty and helpless swinging in the limo.

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You know what he did, then? He slipped his finger in my pussy ring. This ring. The one through my punctured clit hood. Then, when I swung away from him, it pulled. Oh, it hurt and I begged him to let go. But, when the pressure lessened, shocks went through me, bolts. I knew I could cum from it. I knew I could. I wanted to, Ajay. I wanted to cum swinging there, cumming from his finger in my clit ring.

I wanted to cum so badly. My head was back, lower than my body. I could feel the blood pounding through my brain. My thighs were tight, stretched, my muscles screaming from the tension, my tendons hot and burning. I was so open. Open and available. And, I wanted to cum.

'Please, Mr. Malik. Let me cum. Let me. Please. I need it.'

I begged him to let me cum, begged so much. It felt good, Ajay. Sluts should beg once in a while. He did not say a word. As I begged and begged to cum, he said nothing. He was keeping me at the edge, the absolute edge of orgasm. It was devine, simply devine, oh God, I wish I could feel it right now!

I could not see him. I could only feel his presence, feel him sitting between my open legs, feel that one finger through my clit ring, as I swung back and forth, back and forth.

Oh, Ajay, you are so hard. Let's do something about that. Would you like to fuck your boss's slut? Would you like to put your dick in this well used cunt, so well used, Ajay? Let's do it! Then, I will tell you about the rest of my weekend."

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Madhu meets the boss' father

Madhu, my slut wife, had been telling me about her weekend with my boss, Mr. Malik. It made me so hard listening to her, she was going to let me fuck her. She was on her back on our bed, our marital bed. I didn't mind she was my boss' slut. She was much better in bed with me, too. My sex life was good now. And she was going to have the baby I could not give her. My boss was going to make her pregnant.

"Come on, Ajay. Stick that little thing in me. Fuck me, Ajay. Fuck me."

I crawled between Madhu's spread legs, those beautiful legs she'dd wrapped around my boss just hours ago as he fucked her in the limo in front of my house. Now, she wrapped those legs around me and guided me into her.

I couldn't feel any difference. She didn't feel stretched to me. Was she? Was she so stretched from his big cock that she could barely feel me in her? How did it feel to her? How?

Madhu's legs were tight around me. I could feel her tighten her pussy. Tighten. I'd hold back. She said sometimes I could make her cum when I fucked her. Sometimes. Maybe if I tried harder to hold back.

"Ummm, Ajay, fuck me. Come on, honey."

She was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat pouring off her. Feel her muscles start to tighten.

"Ajay, so close, honey. Faster, baby. No. Dammit, no. Damn you, can't you learn to hold it? Oh, God. Get down there. Make me cum with your mouth. Hurry, Ajay. I need to cum. Yes. Oh, yes. Come on, you pussy eater. Eat me. Eat me!"

Yes, I'd make her cum. Her hands held my head tightly against her pussy. I was sucking her clit, sucking and licking.

"Yes. YES!" she screamed.

She wrapped her legs around my head, crushing it, squeezing, squeezing my head as she came. I continued to lick her, continued eating her as the aftershocks floated through her. I stayed between her legs, licking at her delicious pussy, as she rested. I felt her stir, then she moved to sit up again. She patted my hand patronizingly.

"Well, Ajay, you almost made me cum with your dick. Maybe next time. It's a good thing you love to suck cum from my pussy while you eat it or you'd never make me orgasm. Do you want to hear about the rest of my weekend?"

"Yes, Madhu. I'd like that."

"Well, come sit by me." She scooted up so her back was resting on the pillows and patted the bed beside her. She yawned and stretched.

"Where was I? Remember when you were a kid, a little kid maybe five or six and you went to the playground to ride the swings? You'd kick your legs and go higher, and kick and higher. Remember? Then, you'd get way high, kicking your legs to the sky. Right at the top, your head would be so far back you were looking at the ground. Then, movement would cease for an instant and you'd feel weightless. Down you went again, swinging backwards toward the ground. Remember how good it felt?

This was ten times better. Better. My feet weren't swinging much, just the inches the straps in the limo moved, just the inches the rope would allow. But my pussy, oh, my pussy, moved back and forth, back and forth, almost weightless, Ajay. And, my head was back all the time. Oh, Ajay, the best part though was my pussy ring. His finger was through it. With each swing, the tension on the ring tightened. It'd pull. Then it'd be painful and I was afraid I would tear. Just when I thought the pain would make me scream, back I'd swing and the bolts of electricity would fire through me.

Bolts, Ajay, of pleasure, firing from my pussy all through me, making me tingle. Oh, I wanted to cum, but he wouldn't let me. Mr. Malik is a good lover, Ajay, real good. You should take lessons from him. He knows how to make a girl beg for it, especially if the girl is a slut like me.

Then he let go of the ring. He stopped touching me. He wouldn't talk. I swung there in the air, needing to cum. I was so open, so available, my pussy in his face, but he didn't touch me. 'Mr. Malik? Please, say something,' I finally asked, but he was silent. You know, Ajay, that is when I felt the sluttiest. Just hanging there, my legs spread as wide as they could go, my pussy so open and exposed and him ignoring me, letting me hang. My arms were hurting and my legs ached. I felt my excitement ease away.

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The limo slowed. When it did, he removed the ropes, letting me down. I sat for a second, my legs throbbing. I rubbed my arms to get circulation back in them.

'Slut,' he said. 'I have a date tonight. I'm leaving you here. This is a retirement home. Go to apartment 2312, which is my father's unit. Do whatever he says. You're his slut tonight. I'll pick you up at ten in the morning. Be wearing this.'

He handed me a small bag. Did I feel like a slut? Oh, Ajay, it was so delicious. It seemed Mr. Malik was making me more slutty with everything he did. I loved it. Well, I went through security. As I was looking for the apartment, several of the residents were sitting outside. As I walked by, I heard one say, 'slut'. That was me. Slut.

Can I have some water, Ajay?"

I got Madhu the glass of water. She was looking down at her shaven snatch when I returned. I saw her gently stroking the clit ring. Little goose bumps broke on her breasts and chest.

"Oh, thanks, Ajay. Well, I knocked on the door and it opened in a second. A man was standing there. He looked like Mr. Malik, but older. I guess he was seventy-five or so. His face was wrinkled like a cotton dress thrown in a pile, but he had a big smile as he looked at me up and down. Really, Ajay, I was so disappointed. I was looking forward to some action with Mr. Malik and he sends me to an old folks home. But I smiled and tried to act happy.

'I'm Muhammad Asif Malik. Call me Horse. All my friends do.' the man said.

I shook his hand, but he didn't let go, pulling me into the room and closing the door behind me. Ajay, there were three other old men sitting on the couch and a man in a wheel chair. He introduced them. Dabban, the man in the wheelchair, said he was ninety-one. I noticed a video camera in his lap and I knew they were going to photograph me. Babar was next to him. Babar was eighty-three. He was only about five four and did not weigh any more than I do. He was so scrawny. Ajay, I was afraid he might break. Then, Emran. Emran was way stooped over, with one of those humps on his backs like real old men get. He was leaning on his cane, his head up, peering at me over trifocals. Shammi was last. Shammi had a huge belly. He was wearing his house slippers.

Oh, Ajay, I was getting really down now. I wanted some fun. What fun could I have with these old men? Well, let me tell you, they had some fun planned!

Horse pointed to a straight chair, sitting about a foot away from the wall.

"Sit there, girly girl,' he said with a grin.

I sat down. Horse put a hand on each of my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the chair, so I was hanging off it. He picked up my feet and brought them back so the long high heels were hooked behind the chair legs. I could not unhook them without sliding back in the chair, so I was trapped there. That brought my knees out at an angle like this and really spread my legs. Suddenly, all five of them were looking into my shaved pussy.

'Should I take off my dress?' I asked.

Emran replied, "Leave it on, You look like more of a slut with it flopped open like that.'

Oh, Ajay, I did look like a slut, a real cheap slut, with my knees so wide and my heels locked behind the chair legs. Horse pulled me forward a little more. I was so open in front of them. Horse went into the kitchen. He came back in a minute with a fishing pole and a zucchini. Look, Ajay, my pussy is dripping just from telling you about this!"

She was dripping, too. Madhu, my little slut wife, was dripping like a faucet. She dipped her finger in her pussy and licked it clean. Then, she dipped again and offered it to me. Of course, I opened my mouth. Her pussy tasted great.

"Well, Ajay, Horse pulled some line from the pole. It was clear line. Whatyacallit?"

"Monofilament line."

"And it had a little thing on the end. He showed it to me, said it was for attaching lures. He called it a spinner. It had a catch. He clipped it onto the ring in my clit hood.

'Ole Horse done caught himself some real fish now,' Emran said.

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'Now, honey, you masturbate on this veggie here while we watch.'

The zucchini was cold, very cold. I shivered when he handed it to me. I put the cold veggie to my pussy lips, moving it around to lubricate it. Horse sat down with the fishing pole in his hand. He pulled the line tight and it tugged my ring. Oh, Ajay, I was still so horny from swinging in the limo, when he started pulling on that ring, I just about came!

'Don't touch your pretty little twat, girly girl. Just use the veggie,' Horse said to me.

It was so cold, but my pussy felt like a gaping hole. I had to have something up me. I started to squirm from the coldness. Then Horse pulled the line. He was really making me dance with that fishing pole. I started inching the zucchini up my pussy. I was so wet, Ajay. Can you see me, fucking myself on a zucchini with my clit tethered to a fishing pole while five dirty old men watch? I mean, is that world class slut or what!

Oh, Ajay, you're so hard again. Well, this time you'll have to wait!"

"I don't want to wait. I want to fuck you."

"Fuck yourself, wimp!"

"Mr. Malik'll punish you for that, Madhu."

She stared at me, a nasty, demeaning stare.

"Well, if that isn't the wimpiest, queerest sounding thing anybody ever said to me. Real masculine, Ajay. What a man! Threatening me with your boss! Like a three-year-old. Why don't you be a man, you worthless wimp? Why don't you take me! A real man would. But then a real man wouldn't let his woman be the slut of his boss, would he?"

I didn't like that. I didn't like it one bit. After all, she wanted to be his slut. She wanted Mr. Malik to fuck her and make her pregnant. I was trying to be understanding, to be loving! I was trying to make the bitch happy!

She rolled over, exposing the back of her thighs.

"See where I was whipped, Ajay. See how a real man treats a woman who belongs to him. But, you would not know anything about what a real man does, would you?"

I was so angry I thought I might hit her, so I left the room. I went into the kitchen, got a beer and went out on the patio. It was ten minutes before I heard the door open. She knelt by the chair.

"Look, Ajay. I'm sorry. Come on back inside. I'll fuck you and then I'll finish telling you about my weekend."

I followed her back to my bedroom. I was hurt and angry. She spread her legs for me, those legs she spread for Mr. Malik. "Come on, Ajay," she said softly.

"No. You get on top."

"All right."

She had a funny little smile on her face as I lay back on the bed. She swung her leg over me and eased my raging cock into her pussy. She started to move, move up and down.

What would Mr. Malik do? I thought. What would my boss do to satisfy his hot slut? His slut that was my wife. She said she liked being a slut and she was my slut, too.

Well, let her satisfy me!

Up and down. She was sweating, starting to moan. Pussy ring! I slipped my little finger through the ring in her clit hood. When she moved, it pulled. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.

"Yes," she moaned.

Fuck yourself on my cock, slut! I thought. I didn't care if I ever came, but she cared if she did. Faster, faster. The ring was pulling. She was riding my cock.

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"Now! Now! Oh. Oh. Yes, Ajay. YES! YES!"

She collapsed on me, gasping, her breathing ragged and hot on my chest, her juices dripping down my cock onto my balls. When she rolled off me, she had an expression on her face I hadn't seen in years. I think it was satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction.

From me. From me!

"Ajay, I came from you fucking me. Do you know how long it's been since I did that? And, you didn't cum at all, did you?"

"No, I didn't. Now, tell me the rest of your story."

She whispered, "Ajay. I'm exhausted. Let me go to sleep."

"Not until you finish telling me about your weekend."

"Okay. Oh, yes. I felt so slutty as they all watched me masturbate on the zucchini. I moved it in and out. It was so slick from my juices I could barely hold on to it. Horse pulled my clit ring. He must be a hell of a fisherman. His touch was perfect, tight when I needed it, light when I needed that. I felt my orgasm building. I was almost there. Almost. I started to cum. He yanked the line hard. Then, again. Again. I was cumming and I couldn't stop. I passed out and fell out of the chair."

"Madhu! Were you hurt?"

"No, but I felt very foolish. Horse detached the spinner from my clit ring. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. They put cold packs on my head and let me cool down.

Then one of them said, "Show her why they call you Horse."

Madhu shivered remembering it.

"Ajay, the old man unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Much bigger than his son's cock. Ajay, it was huge. I'd never seen anything like it. I was afraid it'd stretch my pussy until it never would be the same.

'You don't plan to fuck me with that?' I asked.

'Girly-girl, I plan to fuck you all night with this,' Horse replied."

She had a smile on her face remembering how fucking Mr. Malik' father felt. She must have enjoyed it. Her eyes closed and she fell asleep. I slapped her hard across the ass. She awakened with a start.

"Madhu, tell me what happened!"

"Oh, Ajay. It was like being fist fucked it was so big. He hit my cervix with every stroke. He was still fucking me an hour later when I passed out. They awakened me. I fucked or sucked all of them before the night was over. What really hurt was Horse fucking my ass. Oh, God, it hurt! Ajay, please. Let me sleep."

She turned away and closed her eyes.

I tried to awaken her, but she was so exhausted I couldn't. I left her there, too tired to talk from the fucking she had received over the weekend from my boss and his father.

I locked up the house for the night. As I was turning out the lights, I remembered my instructions from Mr. Malik about taking her someplace in the morning. I found the note and read it.

It was the name and address of a hospital.

I wondered what Mr. Malik' had planned for his slut.

For my wife.

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It was difficult awakening Madhu in the morning, but I did it. I carried her to the car and drove her to the hospital, checked her in and waited as the doctor came out. He told her to lie on the Gurney. Then, a nurse gave her the preoperative anesthetic.

"You can leave now," he said to me.

"What are you going to do to my wife?"

"Exactly what Mr. Malik told me to do. He'll explain it to you."

I drove to the office and reported to Mr. Malik, as he had instructed me. I couldn't find his secretary so I knocked on the door and identified myself. He told me to come in.

Mr. Malik was sitting behind his desk.

"Good morning, Ajay. What can I do for you?" His voice sounded strained.

"I was wondering what was going to happen to my wife?"

Mr. Malik let out a small groan and his head went back. He moved his hands under the desk. I saw his hips start to buck. I thought he was masturbating. Right here as I watched. He gasped as his face turned red. He gave one powerful thrust. It seemed an hour as he held that position. Then he relaxed.

I didn't know what to do. I stood there with my heart pounding. I knew I had the hardest cock I could remember.

"Good job, Sonya," he said. "Now, give Ajay one."

He slid his chair back and his secretary climbed out from under his desk. Her makeup was smeared, her lipstick spread all over her face. Her hair was in tangles. Cum dripped down her chin and her tongue snaked out to lick it away. She had a wild, sexual look in her eyes.

"Pull your pants down and have a seat, Ajay," Mr. Malik said.

I sat with my pants around my ankles. Sonya wobbled over and collapsed between my legs. She wrapped her mouth around my cock. Nobody had ever seen me have sex before. Nobody but my slut wife. Nobody but her had ever sucked my cock. But I was getting a blow job from my boss' secretary as he watched me. She sucked cock a lot better than my wife.

I couldn't hold back. I shot, filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed. She stayed between my legs and rested, too tired to stand.

"I'm sure you want to know what I'm having done to my slut," Mr. Malik said. "I'll tell you. She's having extensive plastic surgery. First, breast implants. She's a B-cup, Ajay. They'll make her a DD-cup. That's the size of Pamela Lee, if you were wondering. She's having liposuction which will remove about three to four inches off her stomach and waist. The combination of the two will make her have an hourglass figure. I don't like her nose. They'll rebuild that the way I want it.

I decided to have her pierced while she's there. I wanted her to be able to feel it, so they'll do the piercings separate from her surgery and without anesthesia. It'll be painful and she'll remember it. It'll make her feel more slutty, Ajay. Don't think I'm cruel to her. I really like Madhu. Sluts like to be treated harshly."

"Yes, sir. Where will she be pierced?"

"She'll have a small, round brad in her tongue. The brad's raised with bumps on it. It feels great when she sucks your cock. They're piercing her navel. I had some jewelry made for her."

He handed me a small jewelry box. I opened it. Inside was a charm like teenage girls wear around their neck with their names dangling from a gold chain. Except this was not a name. This said "slut."

"Finally, her pussy. Three gold rings on each side, six in total. Yes, she'll be well pierced."

"That sounds like a lot," I said.

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"It is. She'll recuperate for four weeks. During that time, you need to take good care of her for me. Make sure you do everything the doctor says so she heals properly."

I was insulted! I mean, she may be his slut, but she was still my wife. Of course, I'd take good care of her. She was my Madhu and I loved her.

"I won't see her until she's healed and ready to be used. During that month, I have some things I want you to do for me."

"Certainly, Mr. Malik. Anything you want."

What did he want? What had I just agreed to do to his slut? To my wife? My heart was pounding but, once again, I was real hard and my cock poked against my trousers.

"Sonya. Get the package."

His secretary stood, bracing herself on my thigh as she did. She gave me a sexy smile. In a moment, she returned with a box and a folder which she handed to Mr. Malik. He extracted a sheet of paper from the folder and handed it to me.

"That's a schedule of her whippings, Ajay. She needs to be whipped each day, in the evening. It's a matrix with the date down the left axis and the place where she is to be whipped across the top. The number of strokes is determined by reading the matrix. Questions?"

"Sir, to see if I'm reading this correctly? No whippings until she has been out of the hospital for two weeks. Then, for example, Tuesday she's to get three strokes across the inside of each thigh. On Thursday, one across each nipple. Is that right?"

"Yes, Ajay. You'll give her the punishment with this." He handed me a riding crop.

"The stroke should be hard enough so it's visible two hours later, but not so hard that it can be seen after twelve hours. It'll take you a while to learn how to do it. Don't be afraid to hurt her. Better too strong than too weak. Just experiment. In addition, Ajay, follow these instructions."

He handed me another piece of paper. It was a detailed plan. I was stunned when I read it. I could not believe this was going to happen to my wife, to my Madhu. It would be worse than the whipping. I guess he could read my face.

"Don't worry. She'll love it. I'll explain just to make sure you understand. Each morning before you go to work, attach her wrist restraints to the corner of your bed, to spread her arms and keep her from escaping. Her legs won't be bound. Use the heavy chain in this box to bind her wrists to the headboard. Then, with these small gold chains and clamps, attach her nipples to her wrist restraints. That way, every movement she makes will pull on her nipples. Lubricate the butt plug and stick it up her ass. Insert the vibrator and turn it to high. Finally, put the leathers around her to hold the vibrator and butt plug in place."

"And leave her that way all day?"

"Yes, Ajay. She should be left that way for at least eight hours. Now, as you can read, the first week she'll be hospitalized. The second week, use the smallest vibrator. The third week, you'll use the medium vibrator. The last week, the biggest one'll be used. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Ajay, thanks for helping me train my slut. I appreciate it. In fact, I have a little bonus for you."

"What's that, Mr. Malik?"

"I'll be out of town for a week and I don't want Sonya neglected. I want you to spend your lunch hours in here with her each day."

I glanced at Sonya. She gave me a big sexy grin.

"You may fuck her all you want, but I want her to suck your cock for at least half an hour. Keeps her in training."

I couldn't believe it. My boss, Mr. Malik, had another slut besides my wife and he wanted her to suck my cock during lunch hour! He wanted me to help him train his sluts! Me! Ajay! I was elated by the very thought of helping him.

"And I want you to spend the night with Sonya this week. She's available and Madhu will be in the hospital. There's no need for you to be alone."

Mr. Malik gave a demanding smile to Sonya. She blushed slightly and wiggled like a bitch in heat.

"I want you to whip Sonya for me, too, Ajay."

"No," Sonya said, both hands covering her ass. Her lower lip was quivering.

"Yes, Sonya, my little slut. You need a few and Ajay needs the practice. Tonight, show Ajay how to hang you by your feet. I want you to have ten across the back of your thighs tonight."

"Please, no, Mr. Malik," she whined as a tear ran down her cheek.

"Do it, Ajay," he said to me. "Feel free to fuck Sonya any time you wish. And you really should fuck her ass since I know you can't have Madhu that way. Any other questions?"

"No, sir."

He gave me a big smile and shook my hand.

"That's all. You may leave."

To be continued . . .

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Madhu submits to changes and Ajay gets laid.


I couldn't believe it! My slut wife was in the hospital on that Monday. She had surgery to change her body like Mr. Malik, my boss, wanted it. After all, she was my wife, but she was primarily his slut.

But what I really could not believe was he gave me his other slut, Sonya, his secretary, to use while he was out of town for the week. Not only could I use her, but I was helping him train her, too. I was very honored Mr. Malik was trusting me with such an important job. I had never trained a slut before. In fact, I had never fucked a woman except Madhu. Now, I was going to get Sonya, to fuck and to train.

I was very excited when I got to Sonya's apartment after work. I had the riding crop Mr. Malik gave me hidden under my coat. I knocked hard on the door.

Sonya, wearing a bathrobe, had a wild, sexy smile when she opened the door.

"Hi, Ajay. What took you so long? Come on in."

When I walked in, she kissed me long and hard. The robe fell open and she was naked underneath it.

"I want you, Ajay. I want you to fuck me," she groaned, rubbing her body against me.

She was a lot more eager than my Madhu was for me, but I thought something was funny.

"First, I need to whip you, Sonya."

"No, please, don't do it."

"Mr. Malik told me to do it."

"He will never know. We can tell him you did it. Let me fuck you, Ajay. I will fuck you so hard you will forget about the whipping."

I pushed her away.

"Sonya, Mr. Malik has entrusted me with his slut's punishment and I intend to do it just as he wants, whether the slut is Madhu or you. Now, he said for you to show me how to hang you by your feet."

"Please, no, Ajay," she said very softly.

She spread her legs for me to see her shaved pussy. She moved against me, rubbing her body on mine. Man, was I hard! But, I was going to do what Mr. Malik wanted.

"I will whip you, Sonya. Do it now or I will tell him you tried to get out of your punishment."

"All right," she answered with great disappointment.

I certainly hoped Sonya was going to show me what Mr. Malik intended for her to show me. I followed her into the bedroom. She let the robe drop to the floor. She had a very nice body, but I guessed it was not nearly as nice as Madhu was going to be after her surgery.

Sonya sat on the floor and fastened leather restraints to her wrists and ankles. She pulled them very tight. She told me what to do. I attached her wrists to her ankles. Mr. Malik had installed a pulley system in her bedroom for suspending her when he wanted to do it. I attached the rope which ran through the pulley to her ankles and pulled. Slowly, her legs rose in the air. With her arms tied to her ankles, she was bent almost double. I kept pulling.

"You are not nearly as strong as Mr. Malik," she said. "He could raise me all the way with one hand."

Maybe I was not as strong as Mr. Malik, but I was strong enough to get the job done. I kept pulling until she was off the ground and was swinging in the air.

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I was so hard! I had never been this hard. I found the crop.

"Ajay, you better gag me before you start. I don't want the neighbors to call the security officer."

I found the gag. It was a ball with a leather strap to buckle behind her head. Her eyes were wide and excited as I buckled it as tightly as it would go. I thought Sonya was looking forward to this. I remembered how much Mr. Malik' other slut, Madhu, my wife, enjoyed being whipped when she was tied over his desk.

Sonya was swinging in the air, her legs straight, her body bent since her wrists were attached to her ankles. I could see her face. I could also see her lovely legs and her shaved pussy. Her ass hole winked at me.

Nobody had said otherwise so I decided that whipping a woman was best performed when naked. I undressed. Sonya was watching me, looking like a chipmunk trying to swallow a racquet ball with that gag in her mouth. I guess that is what gave me the idea. I had played racquet ball a few times.

In racquet ball, you step into the swing and snap your wrist. I lined up behind Sonya. She started whimpering through the gag. She was swinging more, trying to get away. I pulled the crop back and swung, putting my weight behind it and popping my wrist just like in racquet ball.

Wow! The welt just seemed to appear from nowhere right where her ass meets her thighs. I could hear her scream through the gag. She was moving like crazy, pulling up and down on the rope, like a yo-yo. I saw the piss flying from her and the sweat break out. Sonya had a wild, pained look on her face.

When I pulled the crop back for the second stroke, she jerked and swung violently in the air. I waited for her to stop swinging. It took me forty minutes to give her all ten because of all her movement. I certainly hoped Mr. Malik would approve. I had landed them between her knees and the top of her ass, just like he wanted. She was so exhausted by the last two, she had quit struggling. She just sobbed, as she hung there limply.

My cock had been so hard the whole time. I thought what would Mr. Malik do? I decided he would fuck her in the ass as she hung there. So I did. I pushed my cock in her pussy a few times to lubricate it. Then, I grabbed her hips, and stuck my cock against her ass hole. I pulled on her hips.

What a feeling! Me! Ajay! Fucking a woman's ass for the first time. And, not just any woman, but one of my boss' sluts who I'd just whipped. Her ass hole was so tight. Her legs and ass were so hot against me from the whipping. I pulled her back and forth. Her ass quivered around my cock. I did not even try to hold back. I just let my balls empty themselves in her ass.

After I recovered and took her down, I lay her on the bed and removed the gag.

"Mr. Malik is going to be very angry with you, Ajay," she snapped.

"Why?" I was appalled. I wanted him to be pleased.

"You whipped me too hard. These stripes will be here a week from now. He said to make them hard enough so they would go away in twelve hours. Remember?"

"I was doing my best. He said to be too hard rather than too light."

"Well, you were way too hard!"

I was devastated. I certainly hoped the stripes disappeared before Mr. Malik got back. I was trying so hard to please him.

Tuesday and Wednesday at lunch Sonya sucked my cock in Mr. Malik office. I held off as long as I could to give her the best training possible. I looked at her stripes each night when I slept with her at her place. I did not whip her again, but I did not need to. The stripes were very obvious, particularly that first one. She told me it still hurt like hell. I could feel the welt against me when I fucked her doggy style.

Wednesday the doctor called. They were going to pierce Madhu that afternoon and he wanted me to come watch. I was so excited. I had missed my wife.

Madhu was laying in the hospital room when I stuck my head in the door. She looked tired, which surgery does to you. The sheet was pulled back so I could see her. I could see the sutures under her breasts where the implants had been inserted. Her whole middle was wrapped in bandages from the liposuction. And her poor face. She looked like she had butted heads with a rhino. Her face was black and blue with bandages across her nose.

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"Hello, Ajay," she said sweetly. "I've missed you."

"I missed you, too."

I stood by the bed, holding her hand. I was afraid to kiss her but she raised her lips to me. It felt so good to kiss her again. I was surprised how different it felt after kissing Sonya for three days. Madhu was a much better kisser even with the bandages on her nose.

"Madhu, your breasts are so big."

She laughed, snorting through the bandages around her reconstructed nose.

"Ajay, these aren't breasts. Breasts are those little things I had before. These are TITS! Big tits. Aren't they magnificent? I just love them. You know, Ajay, all sluts should have big tits like these. Go ahead. You can touch them, just be gentle."

I stroked her breast, I mean tit. It felt so firm and tight.

"Oh, that felt good. I can tell these tits are going to need a lot of TLC from now on. From the way the doctor and male attendants drool over them, I bet these tits will get all the loving they need."

"When will the doctor be here?"

"Anytime. How have you been?"

"Fine. I'm helping Mr. Malik train his other slut. I've been sleeping with her everynight since you entered the hospital."

Tears burst from her eyes.

"What do you mean? Do you have someone else?"

"No, Madhu. I'm just assisting Mr. Malik."

"But I don't want you to have sex with someone else," she sobbed. "I want you to be faithful to me."

"Madhu, you have other people. Many other people."

She got really angry at me. She sat up in bed. Fire shot from her eyes.

"That's different. I'm a slut. Sluts fuck who their man wants them to fuck. Sluts even fuck around if it is all right with their man. But you're my husband. You're suppose to be faithful. Ajay! I can't believe you cheated on me!"

"It wasn't cheating. Mr. Malik told me to do it."

"Mr. Malik told me," she said mockingly. "Do you do everything Mr. Malik says? You wimp! Well, I don't give a shit what Mr. Malik says. I'm your wife. If you have another woman, I'll leave you! Do you understand me?"

"You do everything Mr. Malik says," I answered defensively.

"That's different. He's a man, not a wimp. I'm his woman. His whorish, cock loving, hard fucking, big titted slut! I'll always do what he says. But you better not touch anyone else! I'm warning you!"

I was crushed. I couldn't believe Madhu was talking to me like that. Why she was so upset? I wasn't playing around. I was obeying Mr. Malik just like she was.

I was trying to decide what to say when the doctor and two nurses came in the room. The nurses were men and strong. They began tying my Madhu to the bed. One nurse pulled her tongue out and attached a clamp, holding the tongue tip out where he could reach it. The clamp had a bar which fit against her mouth to keep her from pulling her tongue back.

The doctor leaned over Madhu and said, "Normally, we spray a little topical anesthetic and penetrate quickly to minimize pain. But Mr. Malik wants you to feel this. So, no anesthetic and the brad goes in real slowly. Here it is."

He held up the brad for her to see. It was like a thumbtack except the top was more rounded and had small bumps all over it. He seized the end of her tongue in forceps and held it still. He put the pointed end of the brad against her tongue and pushed.

She screamed as blood shot everywhere. I fainted.

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The nurse was bending over me. There was a cold towel on my forehead. He moved me to a kneeling position with my head between my legs, so the blood would return to my brain. He got me a glass of juice. When I was stable, I stood by the bed and looked down at my Madhu. I couldn't see the piercing in her navel because they had replaced the bandages. She was still tied to the bed, wrists attached to the corners above her head, legs in a frog style with her knees spread and tied. The rings in her pussy were clearly visible.

"Hurts," she mumbled, except it sounded like "herth" with the new brad in her tongue.

She smiled shyly. I decided the best thing to do was to leave and come back tomorrow. I kissed her goodbye and left. But I didn't go back to the hospital until Saturday when it was time to take her home.

Madhu was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. She was wearing a cheap, loose dress that came to mid thigh. It has a square bodice which her tits, as she called them, overflowed. When I entered, she stood and put her arms around me. "Oh, Ajay. I was afraid you'd left me. You frightened me not coming back. Why didn't you return my phone calls? Please, Ajay, I don't want to lose you!"

"I needed to let you rest," I answered. The truth was I was thinking over what was going on in our lives. That and I spent every available moment having sex with Sonya, which I really enjoyed a lot.

"I'm sorry I was nasty to you, Ajay," she murmured in my ear. "Please forgive me, baby. Please. I love you so very much, and, you really are the perfect husband for me."

She kissed me hard and I felt the brad against my tongue. I was going to like that brad.

"You're perfect for me, Ajay. Not just any man could love a slut like me. Not just any husband would be so understanding when his slut wife fucked other men. Please, Ajay, tell me you'll stay with me and that I'm forgiven for being nasty to you."

"Of course, I forgive you. I love you."

"Oh, Ajay. That makes me so happy! Please. Take me home."

I took her home, to our house. She was glad to be in her own bed. Saturday she slept most of the day. It was Sunday morning before she felt like talking again. She was sitting up as I removed the dishes left from her breakfast in bed.

"Who was the woman you were with?" she asked, her eyes locked onto me intently.

I was afraid she was going to start another scene, but she seemed calm.

"Sonya."

"Sonya? Why she is nowhere near the woman or the slut I am. I was afraid you might have been with someone who would make you want to leave me. I'm not worried about Sonya," she said smugly.

"You don't need to worry about anyone, Madhu. I'll never leave you."

"I know that now. I really shouldn't have said anything. If Mr. Malik told you to do it, I'm glad you did. But, please, Ajay, don't go chasing women. Come to me. I'm the best fuck you could find anyway. And look at the way I look. I'm a fucker's playground now, Ajay, and you're welcome in my sandbox any time."

Madhu did look like a fucker's playground, with those huge tits and that narrow waist, which made her ass look more inviting, and with those piercings everywhere. But it was more than that. She had a look in her eye, a smile on her face, which said, "I want to be fucked now."

I thought it was strange that a woman who fucked anything was upset if her husband had another woman. I didn't need to understand. I needed Madhu to be happy with me. She seemed to be happy, happy with me, herself and Mr. Malik. I wanted to keep her that way.

"I wish we could fuck, but the doctor said I'm off limits until tomorrow. I can give you a hand job if you want. Maybe we can try out this new brad."

She had a happy smile on her face. Her Madhu smile. The one I liked so much.

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"Come on. Get your clothes off and lie down. I'll play with you."

When I lay down naked on the bed, she scooted up against me. Those huge tits rested against my chest. She started playing with my cock.

"Let me tell you about the rest of my weekend before the surgery. That's something you always enjoyed."

"I want to hear."

"Where did I leave off? Oh, I remember. That Friday night I spent with Horse and his friends. I told you why they call him Horse. Good lord, that man's well hung! Ajay, before dawn I think I had sex with every man in that retirement home who could get it up. And a few tried and could not do it, but most sure could. It was really fun, you know. Not only did I have a variety of cocks shoved up my pussy for hours on end which any slut would like, they were a bunch of nice guys. Most of those men had never fucked a slut like me. And it had been a long time since they had fucked a woman my age. There were so grateful and sweet with me.

By morning, I was exhausted. They'd fucked me a long time and I only got a couple of hours sleep. I bathed and changed into the clothes Mr. Malik left for me. It was just a top and pair of short shorts. When Mr. Malik arrived, he was peeved to see how tired I was. I guess he understood, however. He took me back to his place and let me sleep the rest of the day.

Oh, Ajay, I love how hard you are. Want to come in my hand?"

"Your mouth."

"I'll try," she said.

She lowered her mouth around my cock. I felt her tongue swishing around. The brad felt great on my cock. I could feel every bump on it. She stopped.

"Ajay, my tongue's still sore. Let me use my hand."

"No. Just play with him while you finish your story."

"Okay. About six, Mr. Malik awakened me. He led me into the shower and turned on the water. I didn't want to get my hair wet, but he had other ideas. And, you know, a good slut always does what her man wants her to do. Not that I had any choice. He shoved my head under the shower and turned off the hot water. God, it was cold! I was shivering, with goose bumps all over me. It was strange. Every place his body touched me, he was so warm compared to the cold water, it felt like I was burning from his touch.

He turned the water to a normal temperature. He lifted me up so my legs were around his waist. I just eased down, letting that big cock of his slide up me. Ajay, it's too bad you are not a woman. You're missing out on the greatest feeling in the world, having a big cock shoved up your cunt. He fucked me there like that. The water was flowing all over us. He was banging my back against the wall. Fucking me. I started to cum, Ajay. It wasn't a mind-blowing orgasm, more like floating and getting electrical shocks which made me twitch and spasm on his cock.

He leaned into me, trapping me against the wall with his cock still in me, and turned off the water. He eased out and pushed me to my knees. He stuck his cock in my mouth. I sucked him real good. Soon, he came in my mouth, the hot cum spurting against the roof. I swished it around before I swallowed. He softened there as I continued to suck him.

Do you want to cum?"

"No. But I want you to play with him a little more."

"You know, Ajay, you're learning to hold back better. I'm going to like that. Let me try sucking him again."

Madhu wrapped her lips around my cock again. It felt so good. So good. I decided to cum in her mouth. I held her head with both hands as I pumped my cock in her mouth and let myself go. I heard her slurping and swallowing as her head bobbed on my firing cock.

"That was nice, Ajay. I like swallowing your cum for a change. Sluts love cum, you know. Let me tell you more of my weekend.

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After our shower, I asked Mr. Malik what I should wear.

'Just this,' he replied.

He took a heavy steel chain from the drawer. He wrapped it twice around my neck, pulled it snug and locked it in place with a heavy padlock. The weight felt strange and about a foot of chain hung loose down my front so it dangled against my breasts.

'That's so we'll know you are a slut and will do as you are told,' he said.

'Do I wear anything else?' I asked.

'No,' Mr. Malik said. 'Tonight, some of my club members are coming over to play poker. You will service us, all of us. You'll do anything anyone wants. I also expect you to keep the snacks and the drinks coming. Sluts like cum, Madhu. From now on, you'll eat all the cum you can get. If someone cums in your pussy or ass, you'll use your fingers to trap that cum and suck it down. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mr. Malik,' I answered.

'Address all the men by their last names. I expect you to be a perfect slut with my friends, Madhu.'

'Yes, sir. You can count on me.'

Well, Ajay, there I was naked except for a chain around my neck. I was going to service the whole poker club. I felt so slutty. I felt so good!"

I could tell Madhu was excited about her weekend, about being a slut for them. She kissed me and I could taste my cum in her mouth. I didn't mind.

"Mr. Ambani was the first to arrive. He is a rancher and businessman. Mr. Malik and I were both naked. I helped Mr. Ambani undress, hanging his clothes in the closet. He gave me a big smile and pushed me to my knees right there in the hall. Mr. Malik just grinned.

I'm a slut. I knew exactly what to do. I grabbed his cock and stuck it in my mouth and started sucking. He rested his hands on my head, letting me suck him. I'm a good cock sucker, Ajay. I'll be the best ever someday if I'm not already. Mr. Ambani came in my mouth.

'Very well done, Madhu,' he said. 'I have a present for you.'

Ajay, her handed me two wine bottles. But it wasn't wine inside them. It was a white viscous liquid.

'What is this?' I asked.

'Cum. Farm animal cum. Horse, bull, ram, all mixed.'

'Cum?'

'Yes. You'll drink all of it before the night is over. I know how sluts like cum.'

He was right, Ajay. Sluts like cum. This slut loves cum. All evening when I got them drinks, I topped off my own glass with the cum Mr. Ambani brought me. My lord, Ajay, I have no idea how much cum I swallowed that night, but it was a lot. You know, that cum tasted differently than a man's cum, but it was still very good cum. I know besides all the cum the men gave me, I drank both bottles of the animal cum. Well, actually, some of it I rubbed all over my face when they told me to do it. But I drank almost all of it.

Do you want me to make you cum again, Ajay? I'll swallow all of it, I promise."

"Just play with it, and finish your story."

"I really would like some cum."

"I need to buy you a dog," I said with a laugh.

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"Ajay, that would be sweet. Maybe two dogs. Big dogs with big balls that hold a lot of cum."

Madhu laughed, but she was being serious.

"Ajay, it was a wild night. I helped every man undress after he walked in the door. I hung up his clothes. Then I blew him. I fixed them drinks and got the snacks. They started playing poker. After I got all the drinks, Mr. Malik had me kneel on the floor by him for a while. But then he ordered me under the table.

'Now, Madhu, suck my cock. When I say switch, you move to the man on your right and suck his cock until I say switch again. Understand?'

'Yes, Mr. Malik,' I said as I crawled under the table.

Well, Ajay, the idea was to keep all of them hard but not let them cum, to build up their desire. I was under that table an hour, I bet, sucking one cock, then the next. Is that slutty or what? Just sucking one cock then another. I loved it. Of course, I could identify the men by their cocks even if I didn't know what seat they were in.

Mr. Malik told me to kneel by him again. Oh, Ajay, my pussy was dripping juices from sucking all those cocks. I hadn't orgasmed and I wanted a cock in me so badly I was about to die. But I didn't say anything. A slut does not demand, Ajay. Not a good slut anyway. She waits on her man. I didn't have to wait long.

Ajay, do you like hearing these stories?"

"Yes."

"Why? Why do you like hearing about your wife fucking and sucking other men?"

If Madhu had asked me that question a few weeks ago, I don't know what I would have said. But I'd thought a lot about that. A whole lot. I guess seeing Madhu and all the joy she was having and my week with Sonya is what made it clear in my mind.

"Madhu, you're a natural born, true slut. You need to fuck and suck a lot. I would rather you be my happy wife and a slut for other men, then unhappy like you were before. And I want us to have a baby."

"But, after I'm pregnant, do you expect me to be faithful again?"

"No."

"That's good, Ajay, because you're correct. I am a natural born slut. More importantly, I love being a slut. I love sucking cocks under the table, and having big tits, and knowing a lot of different cocks are going to be rammed up my slimy slue. I loved being commanded and being tied up and being whipped. I love it, Ajay. I just absolutely love all of it."

She was smiling down at me when the doorbell rang. She jumped up and reached for her robe.

"Answer in the nude," I said.

She gave me a slutty grin and pranced out to the door. I wondered what was happening, but she returned shortly with a glass in her hand.

"You should have seen the deliveryman's face. He couldn't take his eyes off my tits as I signed the receipt."

She held up a bottle of white liquid for me to see.

"Look, Ajay. Animal cum. Mr. Ambani sent it. Wasn't that sweet of him to do? His note said I would get a quart every other day. Isn't that great? All that cum and just for me."

She poured some into her glass and took a big gulp of the cum. It left a white line above her lip which she licked off like a cat licking cream.

"All for me, unless you want some? Do you, Ajay? Do you want to share this cum? I know you like to eat your cum from my pussy."