Ashley Wants to Be a Cum Slut - Part III

Part III – Ashley wants to be a cum slut. In the third and last part of this story, Ashley gets what she wants, to be a cum slut for a group of men.

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Having placed their “slut wife” ad on a website, Jack and Ashley went on about their lives. Checking in a couple of days later, Ashley was jolted when she saw the response to the ad.

“Jack, come here and look at this. My God, we’ve got 25 responses to our ad already!”

“I’m not surprised,” said Jack. “Those pictures were awfully hot. Especially the one of you fingering yourself. If I was out there, I’d have responded to your ad in a New York minute. You’re hotter than a firecracker, Ash.”

“Let’s see what they have to say,” offered Jack, pouring them each a glass of wine. Ashley started opening the responses, one at a time. Soon it became a faceless assortment of cocks, confusing, as each had sent per Ashley’s request both a picture of the whole person and one of their equipment. She figured that the easiest way to figure out who she wanted was to print it all out as going through all this on the computer screen only confused her.

“Jack, this is fucking ridiculous. I’m sitting here looking at pictures of men, trying to decide who I want to fuck me. Am I nuts?”

“No, not really. You’re just horny, no?”

“Well, yeah, I expect I am, otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this. It just seems so…well…clinical.”

“Can you think of another way to do it?”

“No, not really.” And she commenced to start flipping through the pages she’d printed out.

“God almighty, Jack, look at this guy. Look at the size of his cock! It must be a foot long and the size of a beer can,” she said as she gazed at the picture in front of her, showing a man reclining in a chair, fully engorged cock in hand, smiling for the camera. “I could never swallow that…it’s just too big.”

“He might be a good fuck, though. You always wanted to try it with a really well endowed man, right?”
“Well, I guess…yes, but…I could never take it in my ass and I don’t think I could swallow much of it either.”

“Let’s keep looking,” Jack said, as they continued to flip through the pages. After a few minutes, Ashley had selected a half a dozen guys. They were all decent looking and all were what would be considered well hung. Jack noticed that Ashley hadn’t rejected the one she had exclaimed about previously, thinking she really was intrigued by his huge cock.

“How many do you want, Ash?” Jack inquired. “How many do you think you can handle?” 

“At one time?” she responded. “I don’t know. I’d like to have maybe three or four I think. Is that awful?”

“Ash, this is your gig. Do exactly what you want. Pick out the ones you want and we’ll write back to them.”

Ashley went through the pictures again, finally selecting 5 men. Sitting there she was amazed at herself. She was just sitting there calmly selecting men to fill her with cock in all possible ways. Even more amazing was the fact that Jack was sitting there beside her enjoying the whole thing. She had no idea he could be so liberal in his thinking. Anyone looking at them from a distance might have thought they were selecting furniture out of a catalog.

They then decided on a time and place, selecting a nice hotel downtown on a Saturday night two weeks away and sent off notes to the five guys they’d selected.

A couple of days later, checking their messages, Ashley and Jack discovered that all five had responded positively and that they would be there. Ashley had requested that they all meet in the hotel bar. Jack felt they wouldn’t have any difficulty recognizing her.

The big day having arrived, Ashley was nervous. Somehow the deliberateness of the whole thing upset her. The planning seemed to ruin the spontaneity of the whole thing. Didn’t you just kind of do these things on the spur of the moment, she asked herself. Well, usually, she answered, but then thinking about her wanting nothing but well-hung men she decided that there was really no other way to do it and to hell with it, I just need to get over this and get on with it and enjoy it. After all, I asked for it.

She and Jack were planning on having dinner out before the meeting and looking at the clock, she decided it was time to get dressed. Before that, a quick shower was in order, so going to the bathroom, she turned on the water and while it was warming, stripped off her clothes.

Entering the shower, she felt the hot water hitting her body and enjoyed the feeling and the heat and steam in the shower. Sitting down, she began to soap herself, running her soapy bath sponge over her body. The texture was slightly rough and it felt good. Slipping into a relaxed state, she began to think of what awaited her this evening. She was torn, thinking herself some kind of an awful slut; yet…she was also excited. This was something she’d fantasized about frequently ever since watching that damned porn flick, seeing that woman enjoying all those men at one time. The old chinese proverb, Be careful what you wish for, crossed her mind and she sat there in the shower, laughing at the whole situation, finally deciding that if she was actually going to do this she might as well get into it and enjoy it.

Turning the water off, she stepped out of the shower and toweled herself off. Hearing Jack in the next room, she called out, “Jack, how about a glass of wine?”

“Sure thing, Ash. I’ll get one for you.” He returned moments later with a glass of good red; she took it from him and tipped back a mouthful, savoring the fruit. Taking her glass of wine, she went into the walk-in closet, wondering what one wears for a gang bang. She didn’t recall seeing anything written about the subject she thought, laughing and having a bit more wine. Scanning the contents of her closet, she decided that the first thing was hose. Thigh-highs; no panty hose tonight. Finding a pair of black mesh hose, she sat on the bench and drew them onto her legs. She liked how they felt, hugging her flesh and emphasizing both her legs and her hips; she enjoyed how the hose just stopped at her upper thighs, exposing the upper portion of her legs and her ass completely. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was pleased, thinking she had been quite fortunate in the looks department. Good genes, she thought.