4 - The Young Wife 

      "Who was that, baby?" Carol asked, noticing the concerned look
on her husband's face.

	"Jim," Art said, slowly hanging up the phone.

	"What'd he want?"

      Pausing, the look of worry evident on his face, Art struggled
to find a way to explain the situation to Carol.  "It seems we have
an important group of potential customers coming to town," he began.
"It's a German group.  Jim says they could spend millions with us if
we treat them right."

      "Damn, that's great, darling," Carol grinned, stretching, her
new breasts full and lush as they pressed against the thin material
of her almost transparent white tube top.

      "Yeah, maybe.  It seems everything depends on whether or not
we can satisfy them.  Jim wants me to work on this with him, and to
share in the commission if we land the deal.  There's only one
problem...."

      "Baby, that's fantastic.  What's the problem?" Carol asked,
excited.  A big commission check could provide her with the money
she needed to have her breasts made even larger.

      "You, baby.  You're the problem.  Or maybe the solution.  God
damn that fucking Jim anyway," Jim scowled, clearly irritated.

      "ME?  How can I have anything to do with selling equipment to
a bunch of Germans?" Carol asked, confused.

      "According to Jim, these fucking bastards are the kinkiest
group of perverts he's ever known.  They've let it be known they
want him to fix them up with a couple of women.  A couple of very
NASTY women... women who will do anything, and I mean anything,
baby.  He just called to ask if you'd be interested in earning some
money by acting as one of the two sluts he needs to satisfy them."

      "ME?  Jesus... that's fucking nervy, don't you think?" Carol
said, angry with Jim's boss for even thinking she'd do something
like that with a group of strangers.  But then she recalled her
husband's last words to Jim the evening all of them had fucked her.
Hadn't he told Jim he could fuck Carol any time he wanted?  And
hadn't she performed eagerly as a group fuck for all the men that
night?  Why wouldn't he assume Carol might be interested in whoring
herself for her husband's firm, especially if a nice fat commission
check was involved.  In fact, why wouldn't she indeed?  Suddenly
smiling, Carol said, "I'll do it, darling.  I want to do it.  It
might be fun.  In fact, I know it would, and you'd love to watch me
do it, too, wouldn't you, baby.  You'd love watching your slut wife
fucking a group of horny, perverted foreigners.  Wouldn't you.
Admit it, darling.  You love our new life style as much as I do.
Maybe more."

      "God help me, darling, but you're right.  I do.  I just hate
having to ask you to do it for us, but would you?  They'll be a lot
rougher crowd than the men were last time.  And much more perverted.
Jim said they will insist on... well...."

      "WHAT?" Carol asked, excited, bouncing up and down on the bed
on her knees, her tits flopping and jiggling like huge bowls of
jello.  "Tell me, you bastard.  What would they make me do?  TELL
ME?"

      "Well... Jim says they're... they're into... pissing.
Something he called golden showers.  I... I can't ask you to do
that, Carol.  Unless...."

      "Unless what, baby?  Unless I want to do it?  Unless I want to
keep trying new and exciting things?  Is that what you were going to
say?"

      "Yes," Jim blushed, feeling his cock hardening, feeling his
excitement at the idea of seeing his wife lying on her back being
showered by a group of cocks, their piss splashing down onto her
naked body while shy lay there masturbating for them.

      "I said I'll do it, darling.  And I will.  I want to do it.
It sounds deliciously wicked.  But who's the other woman?"

	"You'll never believe this," Art said, "but it's Betty."

      On the afternoon of the big orgy, Carol dressed as slutty as
possible.  She began with her underwear, selecting a pair of string
bikini panties, in lavender, a little wispy satin triangle held
together at the waist with black lace, so tiny her cunt lips were
exposed around the edges of the panties.  She wore an equally skimpy
black lace trimmed bra and suspenders, with lavender stockings
stretched over her beautiful legs nearly up to her thighs.  Her
skirt was a micro-mini black stretch lycra, so short it exposed her
bare white flesh above her stockings, and the lavender top she
selected was totally transparent, clearly revealing her huge tits
beneath it.  As a final touch of blatant sexuality, Carol wore
lavender lipstick and four inch tall spike heel black patent leather
shoes.

      "How do I look, darling/" she asked, walking into the living
room where Art was waiting for her.

      "Like a fucking slut, Carol.  You look like a sleazy whore."
Then, grinning proudly, he added, "I love it.  Let's go get Betty
and get this show on the road."

      After joining their neighbors near the pool where all eyes
were focused on Carol and an equally slutty looking Betty, Art and
Bill escorted their wives to the car for the ride downtown.  A short
drive later, they were getting out of the car in front of one of the
city's largest downtown hotels, the Hyatt Regency.   Leaving the car
to be valet parked, the four walked toward the elevators through the
huge atrium lobby where everyone again stopped whatever they were
doing to stare at the two enormously hung slutty looking women.

      "Did you see the way everyone stared at us?" Carol giggled.
"Like we really were whores.  God it makes my pussy wet to be out in
public dressed like this," she sighed, cupping her cunt with her
fingers, rubbing it, feeling how wet she indeed already was.

      "Darling, you are whores," Art said, his cock quivering as he
realized what his slutty wife would soon be doing with the German
men.

      "And I love it, baby.  I fucking LOVE it!" Carol grinned, just
as the lift came slowly to a stop on the 24th floor.

      "This is it, girls," Art said.  "Jim said to go to suite 2400.
It's a corner suite, and is apparently quite fancy."

      Walking down the hall to the door at the end of the long
corridor, Carol held Betty's hand, squeezing it.  "Can you believe
how much you've changed my life, Betty?  I was so innocent before I
met you guys.  And now here I am, a whore.  A real whore.  God this
is so fucking hot," she moaned, waiting as Art knocked softly on the
door.

      "Art!  Come in, come in.  Let me introduce you and your
friends to our guests," Jim said, as the group walked into the
enormous room.  It was surrounded by glass walls on three sides, and
on the floor, in the center of the room was a huge mattress, lying
on the floor, covered with a rubber sheet and a couple of pillows.
Carol looked at the mattress and felt a fluttering rush though her
stomach and pussy.  That was where they would do it to her, she
realized.  That was where they would fuck her, and come on her...
and piss on her.

      "Carol you're looking especially slutty tonight," Jim smirked,
staring at Carol's visible tits.

      "Only because I want to act like a slut tonight, Jim.  Is that
a problem?"

      "No.  Not at all.  Gentlemen, this beautiful young slut is the
wife of my colleague here.  This is Art, and this is Carol.  Her
friend is Betty, whom some of you already know, thanks to
yesterday's festivities in this very room.  This is her husband, who
I understand shares our enjoyment of unusual sex."

      "Hi fellas," Betty smiled, waving happily.  "Ready for a good
time again?"

      "Ja!" Hans, one of the Germans said.  He was tall and very
good looking, with blond hair and the sexiest blue eyes Carol had
ever seen.  If this was one of the men who was going to use her
tonight, she couldn't wait to get started.  "I'm Hans," he grinned
to Carol, staring at her tits.  

      "Well Hans, why don't we get a little better acquainted,"
Carol said, walking closer to the tall German, putting her arms
around his waist, hugging him.  "Kiss me, Hans," she said, reaching
her lips up toward his, feeling him leaning down to her, his lips
grazing against hers.  Then their mouths were opening, and they were
kissing, a deep, sexy French kiss.  Carol felt her nipples
hardening, and her pussy growing wet.  Suddenly she tasted a
mouthful of spit.  Hans had spit into her mouth.  Moaning, Carol let
the spit drizzle out of her mouth and down over her chin, feeling
nasty, slutty, but wanting more, oh so much more.

      "You're bad," she grinned, pulling away from Hans, slowly
wiping the drizzling spit off her chin with her finger.  Then,
making sure the men around her were watching, she slowly began
sucking the spit off her fingers, licking them, then sucking them
like a cock, moving her fingers in and out of her mouth slowly,
fucking her mouth with her fingers.

      Hans grinned at her, his obvious excitement showing in the
rising bulge in his trousers.  "And you, too, ja?" he grinned
knowingly.  "You too are bad, I think."

      "Yes.  I am," Carol answered, staring into his deep blue eyes.
"Very bad.  Are you going to treat me that way, Hans?"

      "Hmm, ja.  No doubt," he answered, reaching out to Carol,
beginning to unbutton her blouse.

      "No, not yet, please.  Leave it on.  I... I want to feel
your... your piss on me while I'm still wearing my blouse," Carol
said, blushing at her boldness, but unable to avoid the hungry
craving in her cunt signaling for her to be as nasty as possible.

	"Soooo.  You like piss games, Carol?" Hans smirked.

      "I... I've never done any.  But... I... I think I'd love it,"
Carol heard herself admitting.

      "Then let us see, ja?" Hans grinned.  "Lie down.  On the
mattress."

      "Come on, Betty.  Join me," Carol said, quickly stepping out
of her skirt, lying on the mattress on the floor still dressed in
her blouse and underwear.

      "No, baby.  This one's just for you.  Go ahead.  I want to
watch," Betty encouraged.

      Shaking with desire, Carol turned to Art to gauge his
reaction.  Surprised, but pleased, Carol noticed that her husband
had unzipped his pants and had taken out his cock.  He was slowly
masturbating as he watched his young wife kneel down to the
mattress, then lie down on it .

	"Are you okay with this, darling?" Carol asked.

      "Of course, baby.  I brought you here for this, didn't I?" Art
said, his voice husky, low, heavy with lust.

      Carol began masturbating as well, spreading her legs apart for
the men, showing them her crotchless panties as she felt the
bubbling of her first orgasm beginning to grow in her pussy.

      "Do it you guys.  Shower me.  Piss all over me.  I want it.
Please.  Treat me like a slut, like a horny, fucking cum and piss
slut.  Piss on me.  Do it.  Please.  DO IT, GOD DAMN IT!" Carol
screamed, her fingers flying over her clit, feeling it swelling
beneath her masturbating fingers, feeling the lips of her pussy
growing puffy, feeling the wetness seeping from it as she
finger-fucked herself.

      Suddenly the showers began.  All the men were standing around
her now, their cocks out, aimed at Carol.  Hans was the first.
Grinning sadistically, Carol felt his piss raining down on her as he
stood there, still dressed in his suit, white shirt and tie,
immaculately attired, which seemed to somehow deepen the perversion
for Carol all the more.  Then another man was pissing on her, and
then another, and another, all of them still so formally attired,
using her, pissing on her, as though she were merely some kind of
trough in a men's room.  She was their toilet, a piss slut,
something to be used any way these perverted men pleased.   As the
hot steaming pee drenched her, soaking her blouse and sexy
underwear, Carol screamed loudly, the sudden explosive power of her
orgasm slamming into her, causing her body to suddenly buck up off
the mattress, then slam back down to the ground again.  The violence
of her orgasm caused the men to laugh and murmur among themselves
over how hot! thi s young girl was, prompting Jim to encourage them
to go further.

      "Come on her.  Jack off on her face," Jim said, showing the
men what he wanted them to do by rapidly jerking on his own cock,
aimed at Carol's face.

      "Ohhhh Godddddd!" Carol moaned, slowly drifting back to earth
from her first orgasm of the day.  "Do it.  Shoot cum all over me,
too," She groaned, licking the piss from her lips, tasting the
salty, warm acrid flavor of their piss, wanting now to taste their
cum as well.

      "Oh yaaaaa," one of the men cried out, leaning down, aiming
his cock at Carol's face.  Suddenly a huge spurt of cum shot out the
end of his dick and splattered all over Carol's lips.  Quickly she
opened her mouth and turned her face toward the man, as another hot
gob of cum splashed down onto her face, and into her mouth.

      "Oh yesssss, do it, shoot it all over me," Carol moaned,
ripping open her piss soaked blouse, tearing loose one of the
buttons as the blouse gapped open, revealing her bra encased huge
tits.  Cum was raining down on her from everywhere now... landing on
her cheeks, her forehead, in her hair, on her neck and tits.  Carol
was on fire, moaning, coming again, still masturbating, as another
powerful orgasm slammed into her.  Then she began rubbing the hot
cum and piss everywhere, reaching inside her bra to pull out her
naked tits, rubbing the cum over her nipples.  More cum splashed
down onto her body, and then someone was pissing on her again.  

	"IN MY MOUTH!" she screamed.  "MAKE ME DRINK IT!!!"

      The man leaned down so his cock lay across her cum-coated
lips, then watched with pleasure as Carol wrapped her lips about the
pissing cock, sucking on it as though it was some kind of giant
straw, drinking the piss, swallowing it, choking on it, coughing,
sitting up quickly, spitting the pissing dick out of her mouth as
she gagged, the man backing away now, afraid she might get sick on
him.  Carol's eyes filled with tears, but she grinned at the man,
then reached out and grasped his still pissing cock, pulling it to
her mouth where once again she began drinking the piss from the end
of it.

      Men were taking off their clothes now, playing with their
dicks, trying to get them hard again, and succeeding.  Carol lay
back down again after the man she was sucking finally stopped
pissing.  One of the Germans crawled between her legs, then roughly
pushed his cock up inside her wet cunt as far as it would go.

      "AHHHHH!" Carol screamed, spreading her legs, trying to bury
herself as deeply as possible in the mattress to escape the huge
punishing cock.

      The man slapped her face, and Carol giggled, a demonic sound,
as the man slapped her again.  Carol spit on him, on his face, and
he hit her again, then reached down and pinched her nipples so hard
Carol cried out in pain.  

      "FUCK ME!" she screamed, and the man responded, pumping his
cock in and out of her wet cunt as fast and as hard as he could,
suddenly lunging forward, driving his dick inside Carol's cunt as
deeply as possible, where it erupted, spewing blasts of hot sperm
inside Carol's cunt.

      "Oh YESSSSSSS!" Carol screamed, wrapping her legs around the
man's waist as he continued to spurt cum inside her pussy.  She was
coming again, her fingers rubbing her swollen clit as the man
continued filling her with his cum.  And then he was pulling out,
leaving her feeling empty, deserted, but only momentarily, only
until the next man could crawl between her legs to fuck her.

      One after the other, the men fucked her.  Some came inside her
pussy, some chose to roll her over and fuck her in the ass, while
still others fucked her mouth, drenching her with cum.  By the end
of the evening, Carol had been fucked so many times she could hardly
climb up from the mattress.

      "Still love your slutty wife, baby?" Carol asked Art.
Throughout her long gang-bang Art had remained on the sidelines with
Betty, the two of them fucking from time to time as they watched the
men using Carol.  

      "You know I do, baby," Art said, watching as Carol began
dressing.  Still covered in slimy cum and sticky piss, Carol pulled
on her skirt, then attempted to rebutton the torn blouse.

      "Thank you, Carol," Jim said quietly.  "My customers are most
pleased by your performance.  I'll talk to you on Monday about your
share of the deal I believe we just landed, Art.  You've got some
wife here.  Take good care of her.  We'll want to be using her again
like this, I'm sure."

	"I've become the company whore, huh, Jim?" Carol grinned.

      "Is that a problem, Carol?" Jim ask, looking slightly
irritated.

      "Problem?  Fuck no.  I love it.  And if it can help Art earn
more money, I'll do it whenever you want me.  But I'm not doing it
for free, so make sure Art's bonus is substantial.  We want our full
share, Jim.  After that, I'll be all yours.  I'll do anything you
want, with anyone you want.  And I do mean anything," Carol grinned,
scooping  a gob of cum from her chin, then sucking it from her
fingers.

      "You really get off on this pretending to be a whore stuff,
don't you, Carol," Jim grinned.

      "You damn right I do, Jim.  But get one thing straight.  I'm
not pretending.  I am a whore.  And I expect to be a very well-paid
whore as well.  Don't disappoint us," Carol smiled sweetly.  "Unless
you never want to use me again."

      "Agreed, sweetie," Jim smiled.  "Well, Art, it looks like your
little woman here has just earned you that promotion we talked
about.  Congratulations, Mr. Vice President.  You are now our VP for
Public Affairs."

            Carol tried unsuccessfully to clean up a little in the
suite bathroom before leaving, but her hair was still a sticky mess,
and her piss-soaked blouse smelled of stale, wet urine as the four
of them rode down together in the elevator.  Each time the lift
stopped and other passengers got in, their eyes widened as they
observed Carol's appearance.  Finally, Carol had had enough.

      "Yes, it's cum and piss.  We just had a fantastic fucking
orgy, and I bet I blew at least a dozen guys up there.  Anybody got
a problem with that?" she challenged.

      "Yeah.  I do," a huge black man said, turning toward Carol.
"Here's my problem," he continued, showing Carol the lump in his
pants.  

      Grinning, Carol reached over and touched the man's cock.  "If
you've got guts enough to take it out right here, I think I know how
I can fix your problem for you," Carol smirked.

      "You got it, cunt," the black said, unzipping his pants,
tugging on his huge fire hose cock.  Immediately Carol dropped to
her knees in front of the other shocked occupants of the elevator.
Art reached out and flipped the emergency brake switch, and the
elevator came to a sudden stop between floors.

	"OH!" someone gasped.

      "What happened!" an elderly blue-haired woman asked,
frightened.

      "I just thought you all wouldn't mind if I stopped the car for
a moment," Art said.  

      Carol groaned as she took the huge black cock in her mouth,
sucking on it, tasting the salty, slightly pissy taste of the thick
purple crown of smooth flesh.  Opening her mouth wider, Carol took
more of the black cock into her throat, sucking the man as the other
stunned couples watched.

	"That... that's disgusting," the blue haired woman gasped.

      "I think it looks pretty hot," a blonde said.  "Dont you,
baby?" she asked her husband.

      "Knowing how much you like cock I expect you're just jealous
it isn't you," her husband laughed. 

      "If she doesn't discriminate, she can have this," Bill
grinned, holding the material of his pants tightly over the shape of
his cock, letting the couple see how hard he was.

      "Can I baby?" the blonde asked her husband.  "This would be so
fucking cool... to suck off a stranger in an elevator with half the
hotel watching."  Art noticed that the glass wall of the elevator
was indeed facing the atrium lobby, and that a group of people had
gathered down below, and was staring up at them.  Carol and the
black man were clearly visible, and now so was Bill and the blonde
as he unzipped his trousers and took out his cock.

      "Hmm, nice," the blonde cooed, taking Bill's cock inside her
mouth, sucking on it as below them a group of men began to whistle
and applaud.  Art guessed they were within just a few floors from
the lobby, so their activities could easily be seen by everyone.

      "Ah, guys.  I think you better hurry up.  Someone is probably
about to call a cop on us," he warned.

      "I... I'm fucking... through... right... NOWWWWWW!" the black
gurgled, pulling his cock from Carol's mouth, spewing huge gobs of
cum all over her face.

      "I... I believe I may be sick, Harold," the blue hair gasped,
turning away from Carol, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.

      "Just ignore them, Harriet," the man said, his eyes cloudly
with lust as he continued to stare at the spurting cock as it
unloaded gobs of cum all over the beautiful young woman's face.  Oh
how he would have loved to have been able to be the one doing it to
her, he mused, realizing it would never happen.  Still... she did
seem totally approachable, he concluded.  Quickly reaching into his
side suit pocket, he withdrew a business card and handed it to Art,
mouthing the words, "Call me" silently so his wife wouldn't realize
what he'd done.  Perhaps he could engage the young woman himself, or
perhaps she would at least be willing to sell him her panties.  God
how he'd love to sniff the damp, fragrant  panties of a young woman
like this one.

      Grinning knowingly, Art took the card and put it in his
pocket, wondering how his wife had so quickly descended into the
comfortable role of a whore, yet pleased by the prospects of what
lay ahead of each of them....