Horny nymphos: 3> The lady is a (nympho) slut
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: To realise her nympho cravings, Stella Hargrove's usual practice was that of taking a train ride to a remote area, somewhere, and having wild sex with a group of men. On this occasion, however, a group of four workmen were retiling the roof.

Having completed the morning's housework of the 6-bedroom palatial home that my husband, Charles, had inherited from his parents, I made my way downstairs. No sooner had I reached the half way turn around point, than I stopped, peered out of the open window and asked if the workmen would like some tea.

Because of its age, the roof needed to be retiled and so my husband had called in a group of four professionals to carry out the work. I have to say, by the time they had finished they proved themselves to be quite professional, and in more ways than expected.

Robert, the one in charge, was the first of them to acknowledge me as I was stood there; my red blouse fully unbuttoned to reveal a navy blue lacy bra, one that just about covered the hard nipples of my 38C tits.

It was Wednesday. On Monday, the morning of their arrival, I'd awoken with one of the ‘nympho urges', as my therapist calls them, that descend upon me from time to time. Unbeknownst to my husband, who I truly love, I find myself having to satisfy these cravings. When that happens, I take a train ride to a remote town some five miles from where we live. Once there, I'll pick up a group of men and have wild, debauched, even rough sex with them to satisfy my lust and cravings.

Of course, I pass my excursions off to Charles as shopping trips and return home with a new, generally sexy, outfit; he will, of course, want to make love to me, which is quite sobering as the calm after the day's storm of having been gang fucked by four ruffians and seemingly made to take each one's cock up my tight little ass.

Obviously, what with the roof being retiled, I couldn't just simply leave them in order to satisfy my nympho lust. Consequently, my needs and cravings had been gnawing at my insides, thereafter, so that, come the Wednesday morning, when I awoke and in desperate need of being satisfied, I had decided to be overtly flirtatious with the workmen.

"Sure, Mrs Hargrove, that'll be fine," replied Robert, who acknowledged my bravado with a quite cheeky grin, before alerting Andy and the other two, Dave and Glen, to my scanty attire.

"Morning, Mrs Hargrove. You look chipper," observed Andy, while the other pair simply smiled their approval.

"Two lumps, as usual," I said provocatively, pushing my upper body and tits forward as I did, and as if offering them as sweeteners, something I somewhat certainly was, though not for the men's tea.

Being as undeniably horny for cock as I was, I also had on the quite slutty short shiny leather skirt I wear whenever I go on one of my nympho escapades. What makes the skirt all the more alluring is, in addition to it displaying the lacy tops of my hold ups it has a split all the way up the right side to a three inch thick waistband. That, of course, makes wearing panties impractical, and so I wore a thong, a navy blue one, as usual.

I tend to fixate on pubs to find my prey. I'll then encourage them to let me play a game of pool with them; undeniably easy when you consider how provocatively I'm dressed. Whenever I subsequently bend over the table, whether it be to size up the options or take my shot, the position of the slit causes the front to fall open, thereby giving those stood that side of me a glimpse of my naked thighs and black thong, which is generally quite moist by that time.

Of course, and as the game progresses, buoyed by my slutty attire and glimpses of my thighs and thong, I'll feel the odd welcome and wandering humid hand between my outstretched thighs or even on my ass; my ignorance of such brashness a clear indication of what I'm looking for.

On a recent occasion, a quite bold guy, one dressed in biker's leathers, even chanced a couple of fingers in my wet pussy. Having received no discouragement from me, he then ventured them to my tight little asshole.

At that point, intentionally or not, I fouled the black ball and presently departed with them to some waste ground. There, and as usual, I let the men use my body as a fuck toy, the only remedy for my nympho cravings. Finished with me, I generally find myself splattered in the men's cum, which I smear over my satiated body as I thank them, before getting dressed and making my way back to town. Having bought some new clothes, I then head to the train station and home.

‘Would Robert and the others be so bold, or simply take me flaunting myself as me being a tease,' I wondered, as I made my way downstairs and then to the kitchen.

"Oh, here you are," I exclaimed, tray in hand to take the four mugs of tea out to them, only for Robert and the others to have made their way down the ladder and to the kitchen via the back door, which I'd left unlocked.

"Nice sunny day," proclaimed Andy, no doubt assuming I intended a spot of sunbathing, considering my open blouse.

"Yes, nothing like the sun to get the hormones racing," I rejoined, thereby quashing his conclusion of my intentions, which were quite a long way away from my lounging on the patio.

"Mr Hargrove at work, then," averred Dave, he, no doubt, having some idea as to why I was as good as flaunting myself.

"He generally gets home from work around 6pm," I informed them, plenty of time to take advantage of my body and what I was clearly offering them.

Getting little more notice from any of the others, I momentarily went to the lounge, hoping that Dave, if he'd realised my intentions, would enlighten his workmates as to my slutty needs.

"That's quite a racy skirt...!" exclaimed Robert, on my return.

"Almost risqué, Mrs Hargrove," intoned Glen, who, having finished his tea, put the mug back on the tray.

"While my husband's not around, you can call me Stella," I crooned.

"Do any of you fit men play snooker, only we've got a table in the library?" I next appealed to them.

"Doesn't your husband satisfy your needs in that department," rejoined Andy, and with both a cheeky grin as well as a tone and inference.

"Charles takes care of me in most departments, just the odd one or two cravings I get from time to time. So, if you've all finished your tea, what say we take care of a couple? Follow me, when you're ready," I said, as I waited for the other three to quickly gulp down the remains of the beverage.

"I'm okay with pool, quite, in fact. I've watched some snooker on TV..." I elucidated, as I had them follow me out of the kitchen and along a hallway to where the library was situated, "...just never actually played the game myself," I informed them, before opening the door to the room and leading my prey inside.

"Don't feel a need to go easy with me," I crooned, intimating I liked it rough. "Give me some pointers [their cocks] and I'll definitely be okay," I lilted seductively.

"You may want to do up your blouse, first, Stella," Robert pointed out.

"Or take it off, that would be better," inferred Andy, while he chalked the cue he'd taken from the rack; Dave organising the red balls while Glen spotted the six coloured ones, and I removed my blouse.

"It's similar to pool, Stella," Robert began. "You use the white ball to strike and hopefully pot a red one...!" Of course, I knew all that, but I was hoping for some exchange of innuendos with them.

"It's the ‘angles' and ‘positions' I think I'll have the most problem with," I said. "Maybe you can show me some—new ones," I hinted, "be my partner," I appealed to him, and he agreed.

When it came to my go (Andy, Dave and Glen alternating shots as a mixed pair of sorts), Andy, it was, who suggested I try what, on the face of it, was a potable shot. One that meant I'd have to lean someway over the table, something I was more than happy and content to do; preferably with one of their cocks up my horny pussy or tight asshole.

"Watch you don't catch the blue ball with your shapely tits, though," Glen was quick to exclaim.

"You noticed, then," I intoned, and with a smile.

"It's hard not to, Mrs Hargrove, sorry, Stella," Dave excused himself.

"No need to apologise...for either," I assured him, as I drew up my back.

Although, yes, I'd intentionally arched my spine, it certainly wasn't to foul the blue ball, as it was too early in the game for that. Instead, I'd gotten the noticeable, planned reaction from them.

"Possibly move your feet further apart," Robert, stood behind me, suggested, his hand resting on the small of my back, no doubt as a test of my inviting intentions.

What with the trio stood at the far end of the table, only Robert would have noticed the front of my skirt fall forward and what lay behind its cover, though I dare say they all had quite vivid, even lurid imaginations of what my pussy looked like; the mound quite puffy and covered in a light sheen of my escaping moist cunt juices as, indeed, it was.

"Slowly draw the cue back," Robert schooled me, his hand quite warm, even sensuous, as it rested on the naked base of my spine. So much so, that my body reacted to his touch by emitting a pleasurable frisson as I hit the white ball. That, ultimately, caused the red ball to swerve past the far right pocket and bounce off the end cushion.

"Oh, that's unlucky, Stella," empathised Glen, who immediately, having sized up his shot, potted the ball I had just missed.

When next it was my turn, they were each one, to a man, conveniently stood to the side of where the slit in my skirt was ¬- Robert having no doubt brought it to their attention.

Considering they were helping me, and in more ways than one, there was little point in keeping a score; especially since Glen was the only one to have so far potted a red ball, which he then followed up with the black one before failing to pot the next available red.

"You're doing alright, Stella," Dave heaped on the praise, as I leant over the table and in turn gave them a glimpse at what only my playing partner had thus far noticed.

Again, Robert came to my assistance, his hand once more resting on the small of my back as I followed his direction. By that time, the alcohol induced men I pick up in bars would be well into feeling me up; my thighs to begin with. Then, and being more bolder, fingers would draw my thong to one side, that way making me fully accessible to their lurid attentions.

The workmen, on the other hand, were more cautious, I realised, as I cracked the white ball against the red, as per Robert's instruction. It didn't go down a pocket; indeed, there was little chance of that. It did, though, move another red ball away from the middle left pocket.

"There you go, Stella, now, Dave will have to try something else," exclaimed Robert. ‘I wish you, you all would try something else,' my horny thoughts responded.

When it came to my third go, I decided to help things along. Rather than ask for or take advice and direction, I moved around the table, which I leant over as I considered my possibilities. In doing so, I breathed in. That caused my tits to draw away from the cups of my bra and hopefully be noticed by the workmen ogling me across the table.

In some respects, that did it, as, recalling my remark in the kitchen, Andy ventured: "What was the other thing you wanted our help with, Stella," he, nudging Glen at the end.

"Well, guys, my engine needs regular servicing, usually by a group of fit men much like yourselves," I cooed, having stood up.

"Horny fucking slut," I just about managed to hear Andy exclaim under his breath.

Although I took his remark as a compliment, I nevertheless, all the same, pressed him to repeat what he had said.

"Not that shot, that's what I said, to myself," he was quick to answer.

"Are you sure it was ‘shot'. It sounded rather like something else," I intoned.

"Don't worry about, Andy," Robert sought to excuse him. "He's always mumbling his thoughts aloud."

"Okay. Well, if it's not going to conflict with your team-mates, why don't you show me the ‘right shot' I'm in need of?"

"Yeah, okay, then," he intoned nonchalantly, before turning to Dave and handing him his cue. From the looks on the faces of Glen and he, I got the feeling that Dave had also made a lurid gesture to them with his hand.

Having pointed out a different ball, one that was easy to hit, Andy took up a position behind and to the left of me. When I leant down, my left buttock immediately nudged against and felt the presence of his hard-on.

"How's it going, Andy?" Robert was quick to enquire, and with a cheeky knowing grin.

"Okay. Stella's got ‘good position' for me, haven't you," Andy chimed, just before he leant over me, his cock nudging against my ass all the more when he did.

"You know what I said, Mrs Hargrove, and you are," he spoke into my left ear; whereupon, I felt his right hand smooth over my right ass cheek and the length of his cock ease between my curple.

Crack, went the balls as they both collided. When they did, I felt Andy's hand sweep along the curve of my buttock, glide down my thigh and then disappear underneath my skirt. ‘Fuck me,' I exhaled, before his fingers had even touched my moist humid pussy.

"They didn't hear you, Stella, you'll have to say it louder, let them know what you want, you horny slut," Andy imposed himself on me, all the while slowly gyrating his cock and teasing my needful cunt with his fingers.

"I want you to fuck me. I want your cocks inside me," I uttered a murmured plea.

"Mr Hargrove, not satisfying you, is that it," exclaimed the other cheeky one among the four of them.

"What! No. I just get extra horny sometimes," I excused my needful behaviour.

"Right, so, Charles not enough for you, then," Dave added his twopence worth, as he began to undo his overall.

"My husband's alright. It just takes a lot of cock to satisfy me, is all. Show me yours," I appealed to them, Andy's fingers doing their best to fuck me to a climax, which was somewhat wasted on his part.

Although I like being touched in that way, what woman wouldn't, I just don't get off from it. I need to be used and fucked at the same time. Being treated rough helps; in fact, anything non-romantic. No kissing, and definitely no eating my pussy. Just long thick hard cock, pounding and pounding my slutty body; mouth, cunt, ass.

"Eng, please, Andy, let me have your cock," I appealed.

"Emn, you'll get my cock, alright, you horny fucking slut. And that's what you are, Mrs Hargrove, a fuck slut. Clear the table, guys, that's what she brought us in here for, right," Andy instructed them.

"You want to get fucked on the table, lady. Well, that's what you're gonna get," he impressed upon me, before moving back and likewise stripping off his overall as well.

They were all quite generous specimens. Never before had I had the pleasure of such proportioned cocks. They generally tended to be a mix of long and thick, long and slim, medium all round or moderate and thick. Robert and his crew were both long and adequately thick, which was more than perfect for me, especially my nice tight ass. First, though, and led on the table as I was, the back of my upper neck part hung over the baulk end of the table, it was clear that Andy intended to fuck my mouth and I dare say my throat.

I've got no qualms about erotic videos of which we have about twenty. One of them, ‘Insatiable', starring Marilyn Chambers, features a scene very much like Andy had me. Oddly enough, the guy who fucked her, her throat also, on her father's snooker table was the family's young workman.

"There you go, get that down you," Andy urged, as he slid his long meaty prick between my open lips. Not giving me the chance to lick the head and shaft beforehand.

When I went to move my hands to stroke his warm firm length and rest the other on him, they were quickly drawn away and filled with a warm pair of erections, ones I was more than content to stroke.

Having the fourth one climbed on to the table and started on my pussy, I managed to draw myself back from Andy's weapon and directed him to diddle my asshole with his intrusive fingers.

"Looks like the horny slut takes it up the ass," exclaimed Andy.

"You prefer that to your pussy, then," intoned Dave, having he slid two fingers up my back passage.

"Hurmngh," I mumbled a reply, what with my mouth and then my throat being once again filled with cock after quite some while.

"Here you go, Stella," cheered Andy, moments before withdrawing his cock and spunking his load over me. It was warm and sticky on my face, chin, neck, and rise of my tits.

As he left, the one in my right hand released my grip; evidently to mouth fuck me next. Before that, though, I stole the time to smear Andy's cum over my body.

The change around saw Robert fuck my mouth next while Dave's fingers were replaced by three of those of another so that my cum sticky hand could be filled with his cock.

On and on, I sucked and stroked the trio of cocks while my ass got firmly reamed. Robert faired better than Andy at holding off before eventually shooting his load into my open mouth. Quite tasty it was too.

I was then helped down from the table, only to be pushed on to my knees. Dave and Glen, definitely meant business, having the former bunched up my blonde hair and, again with my hands not on him, jabbed his cock into my mouth some several times before directing me to take Glen's dick the same.

"Gluh," I vociferated, as my throat was subsequently fucked by them, back and forth, from one long slick cock to the other. Because of that, saliva dripped from my chin and soon broke off to fall on my tits.

"Smear that over them," jollied Andy, which I found myself consciously complying with.

"Try sucking both, Stella," intoned Robert. At first, I thought he was joking, however, my inner slut found his suggestion quite appealing.

"Let me use my hands, guys," I appealed.

"Shall we," teased Andy, looking to his accomplice in the matter of them both fucking my mouth.

"Just the one. You can work the other one with it," rejoined Glen, agreeably.

Moments later, knelt before them like a submissive slave, far from the lady and wife of the husband who'd hired them, I had the upper portion and head of Dave's cock in my mouth and resting against the left side of my lips. Drawing Glen's shiny purple glans closer, I at first fumbled to get his dick in between the narrow opening of my lips. It was tight, but I managed it nonetheless. ‘Just don't expect me to try this with my ass,' I found my mind saying, as I drew more of it into me until I had what my tongue felt was an equal proportion of both.

‘Now what!' my mind exclaimed, only to feel hands on my blonde tresses motion me forward a bit and then draw me back. Not all the way out but just to the rim of the two workmen's helmets.

Satisfied with my slutty performance, Glen withdrew his specimen, which was liberally covered with the saliva that had built up. It was then left to Dave to once more fuck my mouth and with enough alacrity to make him cum; his warm jism erupting fountain-like from his cock and splashing over my hair, face and tits.

During all that Glen had been stroking his cock, enough that, just as I received Dave's final short flurry, I felt a large warm splash on my right cheek, which subsequently dripped on to my shoulders.

"Emn, you covered me in your lovely delicious cum," I lauded, only to have my mouth once more filled. This time, though, as a means to get them hard enough to actually fuck my horny body, which was what I was in need of.

"Let's have you back on the table...hands and knees," Robert instructed.

Knelt, as I was, in the doggy position, I had Andy before me, his cock ready to fill my mouth. Behind me, and with his hand no doubt around his cock and three fingers up my ass, was knelt Robert.

"What d'you want, lady?" urged Andy, his cockhead, centimetres from my mouth and waving about teasingly.

"I want your cocks in me. I want your lovely long cocks in my mouth and cunt, then my slutty ass. Fill me up with cock," I rejoined.

"Hurmngh," I murmured, as I got my wish, in this case being spit fucked like a piece of meat on a long bar; their cocks going in and out, back and forth, my body being the warm yet pleasured replacement. I even felt welcome fingers up my ass, rotate enough, that the cock fucking my pussy brushed against the fingertips that were lightly pressing down.

"More! Fuck me, more," I exclaimed, when Andy gave way to Dave and then that of Glen.

Thankfully, there was no such change over of the cock reaming my tight receptive cunt. That would have interrupted the slowly simmering climax that was burning deep inside my nympho body. Even when Andy slid underneath me, a suggestion that I would be getting a cock where Robert had his fingers while Andy fuck filled my pussy, I was mercilessly pounded by the others all the same.

"What...Oh fuck, yes, please, do it, do it to me," I urged, having felt the crown of Andy's cock search out an opening in my already cock filled cunt.

"Don't go doing this with my ass, okay!" I did my best to insist upon them, as I rocked back on the fine pair of warm erections that were firmly inside me.

"Whoa! Slow down, Stella," one of the others, not Andy, appealed to me.

"God, you're horny," Andy, the one who'd made the almost quiet remark, exclaimed.

"You think! Why else am I letting you fuck me like this," I intoned, only to feel a sudden sharp pleasured sensation.

What with Andy having a hold of either side of my waist, it wasn't easy for me to move back and forth on them and as forceful as I had been. Like that, almost still and sedate, Robert was able to glide his cock into me, just as the one below his was drawn out of me.

"Oh fuck, oh God, fuck, what are you doing," I murmured a pleasured response.

"Would you believe we're fucking you, lady, that is what you want," rejoined Andy; this time with a contented smile rather than his previous grins.

"You are, you most certainly fucking are. I'm gonna cum, though, I just know I'm gonna...!" Anything else I had a mind to say, curtailed by me moving to suck down on Glen's cockstick.

Once I had climaxed, orgasmed, only then did Robert withdraw himself, and from both holes, and leave me. I was on fire. I needed to be fucked. Any which way the wanted to do me, was fine by me.

"You like two cocks in your cunt, Stella, gets you off does it," uttered Andy, as I was relieved of his cum slick erection and helped into a more kneeling position.

I then watched as Glen lay opposite him and in a scissors position, the undersides of their cocks touching as they held them aloft and vertical.

I needed no invitation as to what was next, what was expected of me. My already wet cunt got wetter at the thought and realisation of being possessed by all four long thick cocks, each one fucking itself into my horny body.

My otherwise tight pussy had been perfectly reamed for me to fuck myself up and down them, leaving my mouth and ass open and available for Robert and Dave to do as they wished and I most definitely wanted.

Rather than let me get over and on top of the long thick cock, as it subsequently was, the other pair suspended me over the turgid heads, thereby allowing me to grasp them, and with both hands, one not being enough, and direct them to my wet and hungry opening.

"Enurgh," I moaned my pleasure, and that from just the warm puffy glans brushing against my moist cunt lips, which I couldn't help but tease them against.

"Emn, oh yes, please, a bit at a time. Let me, let me savour...oh—fuck—yes," I languidly sighed, my pussy opening and almost sucking the super thick cock that was below me, inside.

Robert and Dave teasingly held me still when I wanted more. Realising this or not, I then felt the cocks below me flex themselves upwards. Slowly to begin with, then with a bit more motion and rhythm.

"More, let me have more of you," I urged and pleaded of them.

"Yes, that's it, like that, just fucking like that. Fuck me, fuck me, oh god, I'm gonna cum, I just know I'm gonna...!"

I was a few more inches lower. Their actions, fucking themselves into me, had set off another chain reaction inside me. I have never stroked myself off for my husband, nor any of the men I have picked up for wild sex, however, and with my hands unencumbered, I was unable to stop myself strumming my hard needy clit as I got fucked by a long thick dick, although motioned down and up it as well, I was.

"Oh Christ, emng, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cried out as I came.

Only then, having I done so, was I lowered on to the warm hard erections that quickly filled up my quavering body. Not on my knees, mind, but with my feet either side of them.

Andy was quick to once more hold me and this time balance my upper body, even directing me as where to place my hands on him as the two cocks once more slid effortlessly in and out, back and forth of my creaming sex.

In the position they had me in, I was very much like a frog: my knees bent and pointing forwards while my hands on Andy's chest allowed me the purchase to fuck myself up and down the combined thick long cock I found myself impaled upon.

Eventually, and wanting my ass, as I too wanted them to, I was helped into a more natural kneeling position, one that offered my tight little asshole to their welcome intrusion. With Andy still holding my body, I extended my hands behind me, grasped the flesh of my ass cheeks, and, part digging my nails into my buttocks, drew myself open and inviting to whichever one was the first to shove his length up my backside; but not before I'd been encouraged to appeal to them.

"Tell us how much you like a cock up your ass, Stella," impelled Andy, his hands having since moved to my tits, which, even then, he was mauling with his rough workmanlike hands.

"Please, one of you, put your cock in my ass," I appealed to Robert and Dave, who were still stood either side of me.

"Oh fuck," I shrieked, as those below and inside me were again flexed up, an indication I needed to try harder.

"I want a cock in my ass. I want to be fucked in my ass, please."

"What's with the please. Just say what it is you want, you'll get it, Stella, don't you worry," Glen, laid behind me, rejoined.

"Fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass, stick your long fucking cock in me," I exclaimed, and flexed my ass cheeks encouragingly back as I did so.

"Holly shit!" I cried, as Robert's cock was cleaved into my tight opening. No nicety about it either, he just drilled it in and out of my tight asshole with short back and forth jerks.

"Yeah, come here, Dave, I want to suck your cock," I enjoined, only for him to teasingly hold it back and subsequently move it back when I went to lunge for it.

"Tell Robert what you want. Tell him...tell him how much a dirty slut like you, Mrs Hargrove, likes having a long cock up her ass," instructed Andy, having broken off from sucking my hard right nipple.

They were certainly different to the four men who'd introduced themselves to me just three mornings ago. Charming and polite they very much were, then. However, and with encouragement from me, they were sexual animals. The type I thrive on whenever I get one of my nympho urges.

"Ream my tight fucking ass. Shove your cock up my ass. Split me in two with your lovely long cock. Robert. More, do it, do me. Yes, oh god, yes, I like it, I like it, fuck my ass. Huh, huh, huh. Fuck my ass," I cried, sighed, gasped and urged, as my climax welled up inside my horny slutty body.

"Urmngh," I again found myself vociferating, when, having Dave finally given me his cock to suck, I fucked myself on them.

"How much of a dirty slut do you think Stella is," Andy presently exclaimed, just before Robert and Dave changed places.

"Lick your ass from my dick, Stella. Go on," he enjoined.

Of course, I've done this, ATM as it's known, with the others I've been gang fucked by; what slut hasn't. As for the taste, the combination of my cunt juices tempered those from my ass, thereby making it a pleasant yet heady sex cocktail as I licked myself from first the turgid head of Robert's cock and then his long sticky shaft, all while Dave fucked and pumped his long cock up my well-fucked and open asshole.

When it came to Andy's and Glen's turn, they helped me down from the table. I was then instructed to turn around and bend over the green baize. ‘Feet further apart,' I was subsequently directed, while hands from one of the others pulled my ass cheeks back; more than I realised I could and had.

"What the! Oh fuck, engh, yes," I shrieked, cried and sighed, when I felt what had to be the butt end of a snooker cue where Dave's cock had just been; my tight ass.

It was different, I'll give them, whoever it was, Andy, no doubt, that. What made it all the more obscene, specifically on my part, was, I couldn't stop myself from flexing back at the cold piece of round ended wood that was pressed against my anus.

"The slut likes that, don't you, Stella," rejoiced Andy, in response to my acceptance of such debased debauchery.

"Oh fuck, yes, I like it, I like it," I intoned fervently.

"Let me have one of your cocks, now. Come on. Don't you want to fuck my tight open fucking asshole," I appealed, this time mindful to not add please.

No sooner had the cue been taken away than I heard a gob of spittle be released and then immediately felt it land on my exposed asshole.

"Your ass is gonna get reamed, slut, split in two, you said."

"That was just talk, surely...!" Then, "Oh God! Fuck—ME!" I cried out, with some alarm, as Andy thrust his long firm cock straight up my asshole, lifting me momentarily with its presence before motioning himself back, enough that my feet were once more settled.

"How's that, you liked that, Stella," he crooned beside my ear, Andy once more craned over me as he fucked my ass with slow decisive in and out thrusts of the first several inches.

"Yes. I like it, I like it. Fuck my ass, huh," I again urged and gasped, as he thrust his cock at me.

"Keep fucking my ass. Yes, that's it, more, drill me, rail me, own my ass," I whimpered at the end, as I gave myself to the lustful climax building up a storm inside me.

"I'm gonna cum, make me cum on your cock, fucking my ass, my tight open fucking ass...!" My encouragements turned to mumbled moans as my orgasm took me over, cascading through my body like an unstoppable torrent to finally explode and settle in my head - still, Andy kept plugging away.

"Hurry up with the horny slut," Robert minded Andy, they were, after all, being paid to re-tile the roof and not, as pleasurable as it certainly was, to fuck me.

Once Glen had his allowed poke in my pussy and ass, Robert instructed me to get back on the table. He then manoeuvred me into what was a strange position. On my back, legs drawn up and over me so that my knees were level with my shoulders but not touching the baize and slightly bent. He also had me draw my arms up and back so that they were inside that of my legs, the elbows bent and the palms resting on the green cloth beyond my head. Like that, I was offering my ass or cunt to them.

"Ordinarily, Stella, this is called ‘the piledriver', however, it's usually done with your lower back resting against the backrest or front of a sofa. It's okay, we'll go easy in that respect," Robert assured me. Hearing that, my mind responded: ‘Don't, not on my account.'

"Oh fuck, that's long," I exclaimed. In this position I was very much open to them, I realised, more than I had been so far. I mean, their cock's couldn't have suddenly grown, become longer, and yet that was just how it felt as Robert fucked his weapon into first my swollen pussy (I could actually see the puffyness of my sex and labia, along with that of his lengthy erection) and then my tight open ass.

When he presently came, Robert withdrew himself from me. Instinctively, I opened my mouth in readiness to catch his warm creamy cum, however, he momentarily disappointed me by spunking his load over my pussy. I say momentary, as it subsequently ran down the curve of my cunt lips and then dripped down towards and into my quickly opening mouth; I mean real open. He even nudged forward that which was too high up with the glans of his deflated cock, before finally offering it to me to suck out the dregs of his warm cum. Not knelt beside me, though, but over me; my elbows swaying outwards, to give him room while I raised my head to meet his delectable specimen.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you," Robert intoned confidently, as I smiled up at him.

"Yes," was all I could muster, by way of a reply, as I awaited the next one to likewise fuck me the same.

Many minutes later, having Andy, Glen and Dave fucked my horny body and had their delicious creamy warm cum splash into my mouth and on my lips, from where I licked it up, I was adequately satiated; my nympho lust once more dormant until the next time.

That evening, when Charles was making love to me, he not being one to fuck his wife's tight ass, I found myself returning to the events of that day.

"You're quite...responsive, Stella," he voiced his realisation, as I urged him, my hands on his buttocks, to fuck me good and hard.

That hadn't happened before, and so I quickly put it down to the closeness of what had pleasurably transpired as I continued to fuck my husband's cock deep into my pussy and continued to do so even after he had filled me up with his boiling cum.

The following morning, Thursday, I was back to normal; Stella Hargrove, lady and wife of a loving husband. ‘Would Robert and the others see me as that,' I wondered, as I slipped out of bed and took a shower. Having finished and dried myself, I put on some proper, respectful clothes.

"Morning, Robert, lads," I intoned, cordially, as I stopped at the turnaround and regarded them from the window before going to make breakfast for myself.

When I later took a tray with four mugs of tea on it out to them, their demeanour was most respectful. "Thank-you, Mrs Hargrove," exclaimed Robert, from on high.

Come the following Thursday, though, and with the work almost finished as agreed. I found myself giving into my needs and temptation; serious temptation and obscene debauchery.

Going downstairs, a robe over my nakedness, I had breakfast as usual. Once I'd finished, I returned to my bedroom and put on a full set of black lingerie: a short basque, one without bra cups, lace top stockings and a black g-string along with a pair of black slingbacks with a six-inch heel. My pussy was creaming as I put them on. I did, though, resist patting the front of my g-string.

Going to the window, I called to them, "Morning, guys. Who wants to put a length up me first," I simply said, before beckoning them to join me with a crooked finger and lustful smile.

Returning to the landing, I peered over the banisters, watching for and at them as they made their way, lead by Robert, up the stairs.

Moments before they reached the landing, I continued to where my bedroom was and tarried outside the open door. I wanted them to have me in my marital bed, the one where dear, loving Charles makes love to his sedate wife, oblivious to the fact that she's occasionally a nympho slut, a bitch on heat, which was how I intended to present myself to them; on all fours, one at a time fucking me while I gazed at those waiting to next defile my body and they looked at me as I did so.

"Get undressed," I enjoined, even though Robert and Andy were part way there.

"No, not all of you, not this time," I halted them, and then summoned Robert to me.

"You can wait your turn; stroke your cocks while you imagine what you'd like to do to my horny slutty body while Robert fucks me. This is where Charles, my husband makes love to his wife, Mrs Hargrove, only she's somewhere else," I told them.

"Robert's got his cock up my cunt," I intoned. "Soon, hopefully, my tight ass. You all rather enjoyed putting a length up there, didn't you," I intoned, as I watched their hands pump up and down the hard shafts that awaited me. Desired me. Needed me.

"Oh fuck, emn, more, fuck me with your lovely long cock, Robert, show your workmates what a dirty slut I am, letting you fuck me in my marital bed," I urged him on.

"Fuck, yes, that's it. More, fuck me. I'm gonna cum," I announced. I wasn't, no chance of that just yet, but there was something mildly happening inside me, I noticed as he flexed his hips and drove his long firm cock deep inside my twat.

"Now my ass, you know how you like my tight ass. That's where I want your cock now, Robert, deep inside my tight fucking asshole," I insisted upon him.

"Jesus, lady...!"

"She's not here, it's just me, Stella, your personal fuck toy. Now, stick your cock...Oh yes, that's it, that's it, right fucking there," I uttered a joyous murmur, as his cock slid purposefully up my backside.

"I was going to say you're bloody horny, a complete change to last week and since."

"Yeah, well, I get like this from time to time. That doesn't concern you. You just keep fucking my tight ass until you cum. Cum your load over my ass, that way I can gather it up in my fingers and then lick it off them. I dare say you'll enjoy seeing me do that," I exclaimed; directing my words at Andy and the waiting other two of them.

"I think I'll have Glen next," I crooned, as I gathered up Robert's warm sticky spunk with my fingers and then licked them clean; after that, I smeared the remainder down to my ass and urged it inside. I also forewent sucking his cock afterwards. Instead, I directed him to squeeze out the remainder.

Once they'd all had me, the others looking on as I got fucked and used as their plaything, I told them to leave and return to finish off their work.

‘Was I cold towards them? Was it I who'd used them? Who knew,' my mind fathomed, as I searched for a comprehensible answer, laid there, on my front, and with a cocktail of the men's sticky spunk drying on my back. The nympho in me was of the mind not to have a shower, to leave it there for Charles to possibly notice what a complete and unashamed slut whore his wife had it in herself to occasionally be.

‘Maybe next time,' I considered, minxily, as my body, mind and demeanour began to return to a normal state.

Not long after, I was naked in the bathroom, the clothes I'd worn while I let them defile my body placed in the hamper for washing. Presently under the warm spray of the refreshing shower, I dithered as I sponged where the men had cum, where they'd even put their lovely long hard cocks. ‘Surely I wasn't considering what my mind was now thinking...!'