Return of the Slut

Authors note

I am re-publishing this series under a different name.

It was inspired by a lady I met here on Literotica, she contacted me after reading my series 'The Making of a Slut' saying that she too is called Caroline and is a slut. She asked me to write some stories about her and her family. This series is therefore, completely, inspired by her but mostly just fantasy.

All persons in this series are over 18.

I hope you enjoy the series, however, if you are averse to rough sex please don't read on!

Please let me know what you think by sending feedback and by (hopefully) giving the stories a good mark.

Thank you

Jim

Charity begins.

Caroline had volunteered at the Oxfam bookshop in Catherine Street for just over a year. She loved the work, she got to read lots of books, meet lots of people and felt like she was giving back.

One of her regular customers asked her one day, have you ever thought of helping the homeless? They are an ever-increasing issue and they need help. Caroline though about this and Googled 'homeless charities St Albans' and several options came up. She studied them all and eventually plumped for Centre 33.

Their main aim was to help these people by being somewhere warm and dry to meet, offering hot food and drinks, and by providing toiletries and shower facilities. She filled in the online application form and, almost immediately, forgot about it.

Several weeks later she got an email inviting her to an induction to see if she would like to help. There was the option for mornings, or nights.

The morning shift provided a hot breakfast between 10.30-12 Monday to Friday at their Spicer Street location. The evening shift provided a hot evening meal from the Salvation Army at the Citadel (16-18 Victoria Street) Sunday to Thursday between 730 and 8:00 pm.

Caroline decided that she could do morning shifts and still not affect the girls or Stuart.

She reported for duty for her first shift. She had thought about what to wear and settled on her daughter's leggings and a t-shirt.

Her first shift was strange, the customers were all quite 'spiky' and didn't show their appreciation. The men seemed to be fixated on staring at het tits and the women all looked at her with contempt. Overall, Caroline felt most uncomfortable. She decided that she would give the setup one more chance and went back the next morrning. But sadly, she realised that the work wasn't for her.

The next time she saw me for a very satisfying pain and fuck session she told me about her abortive time at Centre 33.

I decided that this offered an opportunity too good to be true. I visited the Centre 33 and spoke to many of the people there. They all remembered Caroline and they all felt that she was a supercilious, condescending bitch to them. I asked the men I spoke to if they would like to 'bring her down a peg or two', they were all very keen.

I arranged for them all to come to my house at 10am on Saturday, there were 11 of them. I also asked Caroline and Stuart to come and see me Saturday morning at about 10:00.

The homeless guys arrived and I gave them a briefing and took them down to my play room. I told them that they were going to get the opportunity to hurt the slut and pointed out the various options in the room. After discussion they agreed that they wanted Caroline chained to the ceiling and floor in a vulnerable 'star fish'.

I told them that Carolines husband was a cuckold who loved watching her get punished and fucked. The assembled men were all very excited.

I told them to wait and that I would be back with Caroline and her husband soon and went back upstairs.

I had only just sat down when the bell rang. I went to the door and, as expected, Stuart and Caroline were standing on my door step. I invited them in and sat them down with a coffee.

Stuart, I said, there is a group of men downstairs that want to punish and rape your wife. Are you sure that you want to go through with this? Stuart looked me in the eye and nodded.

Caroline, is this what you want? She looked at me, reached out and held Stuart's hand and nodded.

OK, I said, before we start, I think the bush needs to go. We need that cunt to be super sensitive. I took them both to my bedroom and told Caroline to get her cunt out. She pulled up her dress, she was wearing stockings but no knickers, exposing her hairy snatch. She pulled the dress off over her head and jumped on the bed.

I reached over to the bedside side cabinet where I had previously stashed my waxing kit. On the top of the cabinet was a wax warmer preheating the wax.

I got out my hair clippers and trimmed her pubes leaving about 1/4 inch of growth. I then cleaned her pubic area with Pre-Hon Pre-Epilation Cleanser. I got my wooden spatula and I started with her inner thighs and started to work in and back. Each smear was about an inch wide and three inches long.

I waited for about 30 seconds to harden a bit; I could hear a tapping noise when I hit it with my fingernail. It was time to rip! As I pulled Caroline screamed and the whimpered. I told her, I think it was Carl Jung who said, "There is no coming to consciousness without pain," today this is just the start of your pain.

I continued to strip her hairy snatch, having to stop frequently to dry her drooling slit. I finished off by Tweezering the few stray hairs. By the time I had finished her cunt and arse were completely hair free and dripping. I finished off removing the small pieces of wax stuck in her crevices using GiGi's Wax Off Wax Remover lotion on a cotton ball. Finally, I coated the whole area with baby oil. Though I say it myself it was a masterpiece, softer and smoother than a baby's bottom.

Once her cunt was sorted, I got her to put her dress and knickers back on and told her and Stuart to follow me to the basement. As we entered you could feel the resentment pouring off the men.

Stuart, I said, please take that seat next to the bed, which he duly did.

Caroline, strip off your dress, bra and knickers and give them to your husband. She handed him the items and he felt sure that he recognized that the pink thong and bra belonged to his younger daughter.

Once she was naked, except for her suspender belt, stockings and shoes I led her to the center of the room. I tied her wrists to the chains hanging from the ceiling, making her look like a giant 'Y'. I then kicked her legs apart and tied her ankles to hooks in the floor making her look like a giant 'X'.

I turned to the homeless men and said, gentlemen, you may now pay back Caroline for making you feel sub-human. You may use your hands and belts on her tits and arse. You may also spank her cunt.

The excitement in the room was palpable, I could see that the top of Caroline's thighs, above her stocking tops, were already glistening with the cunt juice leaking from her over excited pussy. The men keen just to make the haughty whore suffer.

They surrounded her, slapping her huge tits, her arse, her face and her cunt. Caroline was loving it. Stuart yelled from his seat, harder! Hurt her bad.

Encouraged the men re-doubled their efforts, taking off their belts and using them on her cunt and tits. She screamed in pain and ecstasy.

The floor beneath her was wetter than a monsoon pavement as her cunt constantly dripped with arousal. The room filled with the scent of an overheated slut.

One of the men, I would guess that he was in his 70's, was especially taken with her tits. Holding them by the nipples and shaking them like a dog shakes its toy.

After she had received a good thrashing I uncuffed her and laid her on the bed next to her husband. He reached over and gripped her hand.

Ok boys, I said, fuck the slut however you want.

Oh dear God, I feel like my cunt is on fire, I need cock, ram them in me, please, I need it, don't mess about, Caroline begged.

Within seconds she had one cock deep in her mouth. A second tramp got between her wide spread legs, his cock slipped and slithered between her soaking lips. Put the fucking thing IN, she virtually screamed. Seeing her predicament Stuart leaned over, grabbed the illusive cock and lined it up with his wife's fuck sheath allowing the unknown, tramp to ram deep inside her.

Oh God, his is so fucking sordid and squalid, she gasped, but God help me, it's so fucking exciting too. Fuck me, do it, just do it, hard and fast. Make me feel like a whore.

A third tramp straddled her stomach and started spitting on her tits. Once he was satisfied they were sufficiently lubricated he pushed the bruised orbs together and started fucking them wildly.

The whole time the tramps kept up a commentary, telling her she was a dirty cock loving slut, worse than a cheap whore, a dirty, pathetic, desperate, tart who needed a daily fix of hard prick filling her cunt. With every insult she got more and more excited until she could hardly breathe.

All three men came virtually simultaneously and as the release of the cock between her tits shot rope and fer rope of spunk across her face and hair it sparked her own orgasm. The next 3 tramps took up station, fucking the depraved woman and once they had cum they were replaced by 3 more.

As the 3rd lot of depleted men got off the orgasming slut her husband said, slap her some more, get her warmed up for the next shift!

They grinned at each other and turned to slap her face, her tits and her drooling cunt. Her orgasm went to another level.

The other 2 tramps approached the bed, on your hands and knees whore, the younger of the two demanded. Whores like you only deserve to be fucked like an animal.

Once Caroline was in position the younger tramp slammed his cock up her cunt and started spanking her arse. In the meantime, his mate jammed his cock deep in her mouth making her gag, yelling, choke on that slut.

God this whore is a horny slut, the younger man said, as he and his friend exchanged 'high five's' over her back. He turned to Stuart and said, your wife has a nice tight cunt and we are all loving using her.

The rest of the group were gathered round watching intently. They loved telling Stuart what a dirty whore his wife was, finding it hard to believe that he could sit and watch while his wife was being used as their cum dump and he simply held her hand.

Harder, Caroline demanded, fuck me harder, spank me harder.

The man that had been playing with her tits like a dog toy earlier stepped forward from the crowd and alternatively yanked on her nipples and spanked her swinging tits.

Stuart noticed that all the men watching were now sporting healthy erections and were wanking them slowly.

The man in her mouth pulled out, his friend pulled her hair so that her back was arched and her face looking straight at the throbbing know that she had just been orally servicing. It erupted, spraying spunk all over her face and hair. At the same time the younger guy roared and he filled her guts with his load.

Roll over slut, he demanded. She lay on her back and one by one the tramps sprayed her body with their spunk.

Stuart stood up and stripped off after carefully placing her skirt and underwear on the chair he had been sitting on and then placed his clothes on top of them. He lay on his back on the bed with his throbbing cock pointing at the ceiling. His foreskin was full ani it was dripping with per-cum Please? He said to his cum glazed wife.

She smiled at him as she threw her drenched, stocking clad, leg over him. She reached between her legs and ran the head of his cock up and down her drooling slit.

You know the rules Stuart, you only get a fuck if you tell me how much you have loved watching your wife being used.

You know I love it sweetheart; I love watching you being fucked and beaten. I love getting 'sloppy seconds', I love what a dirty whore you are for cock I love that so much spunk is pouring off your whore body onto me. I love watching other men's cream pies oozing out of your fuck holes

With a satisfied smile Caroline sank down onto his needy cock, letting him slide into her cunt which was full of tramp spunk.

Her hair was matted with spunk, spunk was dripping off her face and onto Stuart. Her tits were sore and bruised and were dripping spunk onto her husband. His cock was wedged deep in her sperm filled slut cunt and he had just told her how much he loved watching her fuck other men.

Caroline was in heaven!