Straight Female / 25
Change Of Plans
My husband was an only child. His parents were killed in an auto accident when he was 22. He inherited a large amount of money and invested well. At 32, he was basically retired and ready to start a family. I was 22 at the time. I was orphaned as a child and raised in several foster situations. When I developed D -cups and a woman's ass on my 5'1" otherwise thin frame, I had to fight off the advances of my foster father until I left at age 18 for subsidized housing. I met Sven, my future hubby, waiting tables to survive.
Sven took me out to nice places and wooed me. We talked about the future with a big family. I was ready to put my ample tits to work nursing his children. We married. We had copious sex, but alas no children. After many tests, I was the problem. I offered him a no-contest divorce, but he devised a new plan for my body. He wanted me to become a full-on slut for him. He wanted me to give in to any sexual situation that he could imagine, without hesitation. I agreed.
Sven gave away most of my wardrobe. He bought me very skimpy and super sexy clothes. Some could be worn in public, many could not. He like to see me in dresses with see-thru tops and bottoms that showed my ass cheeks without bending over. I wore them around the house to entice him into giving me sex. Then he wanted more. He would take me out late at night in the car wearing one of these slut outfits. He love to play with my body in the car. Sometimes, he made me get out and walk the street in a seedy part of town. Then he would take me to a cheap hotel like a cheap hooker and fuck me with the curtains open. Slowly, he was turning me into a slut.
After a close call with a cop when I was posing as a street walker, he discovered a place where I could dress like a slut without fear: adult porn shops. There, he could show off his slut without worrying about the cops. As a full slut, I enjoyed the exposure in the open shop. My pussy was dripping and hoping for his attention. However, we hesitated in the bright lights.
Then we discovered the first of many dark hallways where the viewing booths were. He pulled me to him, kissed me, and fingered me. I came and moaned like a whore while men were watching. He reached behind me and pulled my stretchy dress over my ass to show them his slut. When I asked him to fuck me, I was ready to be bent over in the dark hall in front of everyone. He pulled me into a booth, locked the door, bent me over, and fucked me while some watched thru what I later learned was a gloryhole. This is how I became a booth version of a public slut. I love this lifestyle and hope to continue as Sven's slut.
Sven took me out to nice places and wooed me. We talked about the future with a big family. I was ready to put my ample tits to work nursing his children. We married. We had copious sex, but alas no children. After many tests, I was the problem. I offered him a no-contest divorce, but he devised a new plan for my body. He wanted me to become a full-on slut for him. He wanted me to give in to any sexual situation that he could imagine, without hesitation. I agreed.
Sven gave away most of my wardrobe. He bought me very skimpy and super sexy clothes. Some could be worn in public, many could not. He like to see me in dresses with see-thru tops and bottoms that showed my ass cheeks without bending over. I wore them around the house to entice him into giving me sex. Then he wanted more. He would take me out late at night in the car wearing one of these slut outfits. He love to play with my body in the car. Sometimes, he made me get out and walk the street in a seedy part of town. Then he would take me to a cheap hotel like a cheap hooker and fuck me with the curtains open. Slowly, he was turning me into a slut.
After a close call with a cop when I was posing as a street walker, he discovered a place where I could dress like a slut without fear: adult porn shops. There, he could show off his slut without worrying about the cops. As a full slut, I enjoyed the exposure in the open shop. My pussy was dripping and hoping for his attention. However, we hesitated in the bright lights.
Then we discovered the first of many dark hallways where the viewing booths were. He pulled me to him, kissed me, and fingered me. I came and moaned like a whore while men were watching. He reached behind me and pulled my stretchy dress over my ass to show them his slut. When I asked him to fuck me, I was ready to be bent over in the dark hall in front of everyone. He pulled me into a booth, locked the door, bent me over, and fucked me while some watched thru what I later learned was a gloryhole. This is how I became a booth version of a public slut. I love this lifestyle and hope to continue as Sven's slut.
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