The Cum Whore Diaries - C.J. McNally ©2011-2012 All Rights Reserved
Cover designs by Cg Brumby
Raw Images obtained through Big Stock Photography
Stories of extreme carnal wanting and insatiable appetites.
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Warning:
This book is for the use of adults only. You must be 18 to view the contents. It contains strong sex scenes, coarse language and adult themes.
Author’s Note
Thank you for your purchase of “The Cum Whore Diaries.” I hope you enjoy reading these steamy erotic tales of passion, love and unbridled lust.
The stories contained within this book are works of fiction for the purpose of entertainment only. Any resemblances to people or places are purely coincidental.
I had a lot of fun putting this book together, so I hope you have as much fun reading it.
I also wish to thank my graphic artist for her time and effort.
To my husband, (who does not know I write erotica) thank you for supporting my endeavours in life and for loving me in your own unique special way. xx
I thank the muses for their inspiration and pray they continue to drive my imagination.
Enjoy!
CJ
Shaming of the Prude
© C.J. McNally 2011-2012
James Baxter called his friend to confirm their rendezvous for later that evening. ‘Still on for tonight?’
‘Yeah, can’t wait.’ Marcus breathed his enthusiastic reply into the phone. ‘I’ll see you there.’
‘All right, Marcus. Don’t forget to bring – well, you know, just don’t forget this time.’ James hung up the phone when his wife walked into the room.
‘Who were you talking to darling?’ Kate asked. She set the fresh flower arrangement down on the dining room table and began to hum her favourite concerto. Kate loved the orchid bouquets James bought her. She gave them extra special care as she pinched the messy pollen buds from their delicate centres.
‘I’m so sorry, it was a client. I’ll be working late again tonight. This account is going to be worth every penny I’ve invested.’
Kate left the flower arrangement to get comfortable on her husband’s lap. ‘I hope so, you’re never home much and I’m getting bored.’ Kate pouted her lower lip in the hope she might inspire him to stay a little longer. She grew rather lonely couped up in this stone cold empty palace he built for her on Charlton parade. What she once hoped would be their love nest had become a fortress of empty promises.
‘Don’t worry. If I didn’t work these hours, I wouldn’t be able to keep you.’ He smiled to try and reassure her. ‘I’ll be home before you miss me.’
Kate’s intuition set off her suspicious alarm. Did James have another woman he played behind her back? James had missed her birthday and then their wedding anniversary before his recent announcement at dinner that he’d also be ‘working’ on his birthday. If her marriage were in break down mode, the addition of a secret lover should not have come as a surprise to her either.
‘All right,’ Kate whined. ‘But you’ll miss out on dinner again. I made your favourite, pot roast.’ She tried to look disappointed in the hope she might trigger a spark of conscience in him, but her acting ability left much to be desired.
‘I’m sorry. My hands are tied sweetheart.’ He glanced over her shoulder at the clock. ‘Hat! I’ve got to go. I’m going to be late.’ James gave a platonic kiss to her forehead and plopped her down on the lounge.
Rejected and disappointed with the man she married, Kate forced herself out of pride, not to cry.
James grabbed his coat and gym bag from the closet by the front door.
‘Where are you going with your gym bag?’
‘I want to get a work out in before the meeting. See you later tonight.’ He threw her a kiss from the front door and left.
Kate grew up a shrewd young woman and knew when someone tried to cover up a lie. She decided not to take ‘no’ for an answer and followed him. With a watchful eye on him from the window, Kate pulled on her cardigan.
James hailed a cab and she quickly ran out the front door to grab the next one. She instructed the driver of her cab to follow his – at a safe distance.
The first cab pulled up outside a posh hotel and all her prickly suspicions were screaming at her that she had been right.. “He is cheating on me,” she thought, thrusting twenty dollars into the driver’s scrawny hand.
‘Keep the change,’ she said, and got out of the vehicle. She couldn’t believe her husband’s brash attempt to cheat on her in broad daylight. Curiosity got the better of her. She wanted to meet the other woman and give the “harlot” a piece of her mind. Kate marched into the hotel. If she had to knock on every single door in the place to find him, she would. She caught a glimpse of James slip into the elevator. She waited to see which floor the contraption would take him too. Her stomach churned with a mixture of emotions. The lift stopped three times; first on level six then again on level seven and eight. She would have to try all three levels if she were to catch her cheating husband red handed.
James didn’t think his betrayal through well enough for her to miss the smell of his designer men’s fragrance. The scent of his David Beckham Instinct cologne still hung in the air as she stepped inside the elevator.
“Stupid idiot,” thought Kate. She knew how to find him. Her plan had been so simple – follow her nose. She got out at level six to have a look around. The empty floor held no trace of his cologne. She tried level seven – again, no trace of his cologne. ‘It has to be eight,’ she whispered. By now, Kate’s palms began to sweat and nerves had over powered her sense of anger.
His scent grew strong on this floor.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and started to knock on every door. No-one in their right mind would open the door to their hotel room unless they expected a room service delivery or a housekeeping call. Posing as the latter, and after five quiet rooms with no reply, came across a room that had a fair amount of noise coming from within. She knocked. ‘Housekeeping!’ Kate loudly said, almost on the verge of a shout. Loud bawdy male cheers came from the inside along with a loud thumping music beat.
The door swung wide open. The hypnotic and energetic, techno-percussion rhythm of Safri Duo, assaulted Kate’s ears as she set eyes upon an unfamiliar face.
‘We’ll need more towels,’ slurred the semi naked man in his mid-thirties. The smell of stale beer on his breath mingled with the stench of his sweaty body made her want to heave. The heated breeze that came from the room reeked of sex and cigar smoke.
‘I’m sorry,’ Kate slowly backed away from the door. ‘I have the wrong room.’
‘Who is it, Charlie?’ A familiar voice roared from the noisy dim-lit room.
‘Housekeeping!’ The man addressed as Charlie hollered back.
‘Send her in here.’ Cheered another unfamiliar male voice.
Their laughter sent a chill up Kate’s spine and her instinct told her to run. But that voice; that voice sounded so like James! She had come this far and had to know for sure.
‘I’m Charlie, shhweedharrt,’ slurred the drunken man at the door, and reached out to grab the lapel of Kate’s coat. ‘Come inside for a bit.’ He yanked her inside the room, trapping her in the foggy darkness.
Kate lost her balance and fell against Charlie’s sweaty chest. Through the constant pound of the drum beat, she heard soft moans – moans that sounded like someone having sex! She pushed Charlie away, and let him crash to the floor as she blindly groped around looking for the light switch.
‘You little bitch!’ Charlie yelled.
‘What is it, Charlie? Housekeeping too much skirt for you?’ Laughed the man who sounded like her James.
‘James?’ Kate called out into the gloom. ‘Is that you?’
‘Kate?’
Kate’s first reaction of joy and relief quickly gave way to rage.
‘You son of a bitch! Where are you?’ She cursed at him still trying to feel her way around the rancid room. Her eyes stung from the tobacco smoke and could not adjust to the gloom.
James could see her. He got up from his chair and turned on a lampshade that was covered with a red scarf to give the room an erotic feel. His wife hurled herself at him pounding his naked chest with clenched fists. James grabbed her arms and held her tight against his half naked body.
She glanced at the bed where the sounds of a couple having sex were coming from and found his friend Marcus buried balls deep inside a woman she had never seen before.
‘Hold on just a minute.’ James managed to hold her still. ‘How did you find me here?’
‘No wives allowed in the gentleman’s club, James. That’s our only rule.’ A fourth man, whose voice came across calm and controlled from the shadows. ‘Unless, you want to put the prude through the humiliating initiation our group demands of playmates.’
‘Don’t worry, Chad. I’ll deal with her.’ James replied and whisked Kate into the bathroom. He locked the door behind them and turned on the lights. ‘What the hell were you thinking?’ James grabbed Kate by the shoulders and shook her.
‘I…I…’ Kate had gone into shock; momentarily stuttering like an imbecilic simpleton before her fighting anger once again boiled to the surface. Her fiery, slightly dishevelled red hair hung about her face in loose curls. ‘Ooh, you animal!’ Kate let her hand fly up and slap him across his cheek bone.
Mealy mouthed, his demure little wife never displayed as much spunk and fire at home the way she did at that very moment. The welcomed change turned him on. With her hair all a mess and anger blazing in her green eyes, he grabbed her and kissed her.
Kate struggled and tried to fight him off, but he overpowered her.
His hands quickly stripped her of her cardigan and tore her blouse apart. ‘You shouldn’t have done that, now I’m crazy for you.’ James breathed hotly in her ear as he sat her up on the vanity unit.
Kate tried to slap his roaming hands away from exploring her naked chest. His strong hands cupped her breast causing a feverish rush to spread throughout her entire body.
‘James,’ Kate panted. They hadn’t made love in a long time, but her body instinctively remembered the last time he touched her. She ached to feel his tender touch again, but here in the bathroom of a five star hotel, with a room full of drunken lewd men outside didn’t seem like the right place to do this. The roughness of his hands heightened her senses and she wanted to give in. “Don’t enjoy it,” the betraying voice inside her head warned her. “You’ll be a whore if you do.” Kate couldn’t think straight; torn between propriety and lust. ‘Oh, James….’ She moaned as his lips nibbled at her erect nipple freed from a barrier of lace.
Forcing her legs wide a part, James pulled her against his body. His engorged member probed, pushed, and searched for a way past her soaked panties. He placed his hands firmly in the small of her back and forced her arse closer to his cum stained shorts.
Sexual deprivation caused Kate’s body to betray her; she desperately wanted her husband.
‘Tell me, I want to hear you say it,’ his breath scorched the side of her neck as his lips nibbled and pecked their way toward her earlobe. ‘I want you to tell me how bad you want me inside you.’
Kate gasped at the lewd remark. He had never said anything as dirty as that to her. It tuned her on, before her harsh inner-voice cut through the foggy haze clouding her better judgment. “Whore, filth, muck!” The critical voice shouted at her, and she made one last ditch effort to resist him. ‘Stop, James!’ Kate breathed heavily. Every fibre of her quivering body screamed yes, but her level head and harsh sense of reason compelled her not to let him have his way. She had to hold onto her anger and self-control.
Not entirely convinced by her feeble attempt to stop enjoying herself, James decided that she needed a lesson or two in the joys of sex. He wanted her to throw caution to the wind, to show her how great it could be. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she needed the release as much as he did.
‘Come on sweet-pea, you don’t really mean that,’ he softly cooed. ‘You want this as much as I do.’ James’ lips kissed the side of her neck and whispered his chilling threat in her ear. ‘If you won’t let me give it to you, I’ll share you around my mates in the other room.’ His hand darted between her legs and his fingers yanked her soaked panties to the side. ‘I’m sure Marcus, Chad and Charlie would love to fuck your perfect, prim and proper pussy.’
Kate took a sharp breath in as James’ fingers stroked her lightly haired and very slick cunt. ‘P…p…please….’ She stuttered before a throaty moan escaped her lips.
‘That’s what I wanted to hear,’ he said and kept on teasing her twat till her moans came one after another.
‘Ooh… Mmmm!’ Kate bit her lower lip to resist the urge to enjoy his pleasurable touch.
‘That’s the way,’ he cooed in her ear. ‘Enjoy this finger fuck like a good little whore.’ He meant every word to sting and humiliated her.
She didn’t miss the contempt in his voice and realised he would force her to experience things she had never experienced with him or any other man before if she stayed. Compared to the loose, foul mouthed harlot on the bed in the other room, Kate’s experience with sex had only ever been with her husband. She had allowed herself to engage in the act a dozen times in six months, but believed the sole purpose for sex meant making children. A woman had no business enjoying sex – such wanton delights were reserved for whores, sluts and other ungodly women without morals. Now, she couldn’t help herself. All the excitement of his urgency and the danger mixed with her boiling anger caused her body to respond in ways that made her feel dirty. Her snatch twitched at the manual stimulation his hand provided.
James’ ruthless probing fingers stretched her delicate flower to the point where he brushed his thumb over her throbbing clit to make her cum – hard.
‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’ Kate groaned and grabbed a hold of the vanity with both hands. ‘James!’ She cried out, chanting his name loud enough so that the other men in the room could hear her first real orgasm.
Leaving Kate’s legs spread wide, balancing precariously on the vanity and panting breathlessly, James pulled down his shorts. He helped her sit up and yanked the remains of her torn blouse off along with her bra and skirt.
Kate clung to him wearing only her soaked knickers. Her mind still swam from the dizzy release of orgasmic energy.
‘You want more of that, don’t you?’ He whispered as he unfastened her tight bun.
Her hair fell in loose curls about her shoulders as she tried to gather her senses.
James ran his fingers through her red tresses fluffing them up to add a little soft volume to her delicate features. ‘You’re a really sexy woman, Kate.’ He tenderly took her head in his hands and kissed her. ‘I want you to know that.’
‘Why do you tell me this now?’ She sighed in anguish. She felt used, betrayed and above all else, angry with herself.
‘Shhh…The others are waiting.’ He placed his fingertips to her lips.
She could smell the lingering scent of her sweet, drying fluids on his digits. Her self-loathing at that point could only be matched by the hatred she felt toward him for cheating.
He dragged her by the hand out the door where the two of them were met with loud bawdy cheers, cat calls and wolf whistles.
Kate tried to hold onto her dignity as the naked harlot, stepped forward to grope her body.
The men cheered when the slut placed her hand down Kate’s panties and loudly made an announcement. ‘She’s nice and wet for your boys…’
Anger and rage made Kate lash out and she slapped the whore across the face. ‘How dare you touch me!’
James’ cock twitched. He loved seeing Kate give into her anger. It turned him on. He grappled his mighty fuck rod in hand and stroked his beloved pet, while watching the whore’s large breasts sway from the force of the impact.
‘Why don’t you do the honours, James? After all, she is your wife, even if she is rather prudish.’ Chad said. He eyed Kate’s petite body with keen interest from the other side of the room.
‘She won’t be such a prude after we’re through shaming her,’ laughed Charlie.
Marcus stepped closer to Kate and pushed the other whore aside. He stood behind the new addition and after gently dragging her mass of red hair to one side, lightly kissed her shoulder. His semi hard cock brushed against the side of Kate’s leg and she shivered in disgust.
Kate looked over at James who was diligently stroking his beast, enjoying the show. Marcus’ hands caressed the sides of her body before pushing their way under her hands. Kate swallowed hard as the strange man’s hands cupped her bare breasts. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples and she froze with fear. Not from a fear of sex, but from the fear she was enjoying it. “Don’t enjoy it and it won’t be a sin, don’t enjoy it and it won’t be a sin.” She kept trying to tell herself, but the sensation of his cock pressed up against her arse and his sweaty body at her back made her a little weak in the knees.
‘I do believe your wife is enjoying this, James.’ Marcus glanced over at his mate and grinned.
On the verge of blowing his load, James couldn’t give a damn, but managed to acknowledge he heard Marcus with a slight nod. His hand kept pumping to bring him to orgasm.
Marcus placed his head on Kate’s shoulder and whispered in her ear. ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out. Like the little whore you really are.’ He flicked out his long tongue and licked the side of her neck.
‘How dare you!’ Kate spun around to slap him.
The sexually experienced brawny man had plenty of experience handling spitfires like Kate. Too quick for her, he grabbed a hold of one arm followed by the other. His dark eyes and low Afrikaans growl made him a force to be reckoned with.
In her dimly lit surroundings, Kate couldn’t see where Charlie or Chad had gone, but she could hear the bed squeaking and realised one of them must have been fucking the slut.
‘Now that’s no way to treat your host little missy.’ Marcus held her close and spun her around to face her husband, who was still stroking his hard beefy fuck stick. ‘Where do you want little wifey here to take your load, brother?’ A wolfish grin spread wide across Marcus’ face right before he dug his knee in the back of hers.
Falling to her knees, Kate landed right in front of James, face to face with his manhood.
Marcus grabbed a fistful of her fiery red hair and forced her face to make contact with James’ groin.
‘No!’ Kate squealed and gripped her husband’s muscular thighs for support. ‘Please, don’t do this to me. It’s so degrading,’ she sobbed, but her plea only drew the crowd to laughter.
Tormenting her with his evil laugh, Marcus knelt beside her and grabbed a hold of her cheeks to force her mouth open.
‘You ever sucked a cock before?’ Marcus growled low in her ear.
Mascara stained tears began to roll from her eyes as she shook her head. The tainted, humiliating stream splashed down on her chest to drip off the tip of her plump, pale-pink nipples.
‘Has she, James?’ Marcus asked his red faced friend who simply grunted in response.
‘No.’
Clawing at his hands, Kate managed to get a slap in right across Marcus’ face. She had to try anything to get free of his ruthless grip.
Marcus didn’t even flinch. He kissed the side of her neck and whispered so only she could hear. ‘If you don’t do this for your husband now, I’ll do much worse to you later when I’m fucking that hot body of yours.’
Kate shot him a defiant look. Her green eyes blazed with hatred and she dug her fingernails into his arm. Her cheeks hurt and she couldn’t speak. All Kate could do was nod in agreement.
He crawled behind Kate to firmly restrain her. ‘She’s ready for you; waiting to suck your cock for the first time.’
James stepped forward with a gleam in his eye. He wanted to shower her face in cum the first time they fooled around, but her prudish morals made her abstain from giving oral pleasures. If this initiation were the only time he’d ever get her to latch onto his fuck rod, then he’d take it. James viewed Marcus at that moment like a god who could grant any wish. He glanced down at his wife’s repulsed expression and introduced the head of his cock to her lips.
The smell of his sweat mixed with his sexual fluids thrust under her nose almost made Kate heave. She looked up at him with a pleading expression as he shoved his cock in and out of her mouth. Tasting his meat for the first time made her feel like a dirty cum whore. Such salty fishy flavours, in her opinion, were best reserved for the seafood buffet. Without warning, a fountain of spunk shot from James’ gland. Landing in her mouth and on her face, the globs of thick cum dripped down onto her bare chest. She coughed and spluttered, vomiting at his feet. The repulsion of what he did to her fuelled her hatred. Screaming in anger and violently shaking her head to try and dislodge the globs of creamy slime from her face and eyes, her face smacked against James’ semi erect cock. The blinding move gave her another face full of his baby juice. Swallowing the mouthful of cum tainted saliva made her stomach churn. Taking a gulp of air, she let out another loud scream.
James cupped her mouth with his hand and Chad threw him something to gag her with. He knelt in front of her and strapped her mouth with Chad’s leather neck tie.
She poked her tongue out so the gag couldn’t get a proper hold.
‘It’s not working.’ James yelled at Chad, and then Charlie threw him an evil device the hired whore passed him. He never used one of these before; even though he watched Chad strap it around Charlie’s head the first time Marcus arse-fucked Charlie.
‘Give it here,’ Marcus demanded and grabbed the device from James. He shoved the slightly larger than a golf-ball shaped sphere in Kate’s mouth and strapped it to her head like a muzzle. That stopped the scream leaving her mouth and Marcus clapped James with a high five.
Kate’s anger began to give way to despair. Whenever one of vile participants for this feral excuse of a gentleman’s club looked or attempted to touch her, she shot them a stare loaded with malice. Marcus bore the full brunt of her hostile green eyes when he used the leather necktie to bind her wrists. In the corner of the dim lit room, she knelt in a humiliating pool of cum listening to the wails and cries of ecstasy coming from the couple fornicating on the bed.
James drained the remains of the bottle of scotch that Charlie had put aside to fuck the whore. He screwed up his face at the smooth burning sensation hitting the back of his throat before he swallowed. His mates had watched him fuck whores before for their weekly gang bang session. The last time Marcus forgot to book a hooker, they all took turns on Charlie’s ass. Having Kate here was an opportunity he didn’t want to pass up. He hoped subjecting her to the debased and very basic form of carnal force would get her to loosen up. With the help of the lads, he would strip her demure, godly exterior to open the way for the passion and fire lurking behind her eyes. He yearned to unleash that part of her; the wild sexual animal deep within. In a very hot and perverted way, Kate’s pitiful cum smeared face and matted red hair made her look sexy. He took a tissue and wiped the drying cum from her eyes.
With a defeated sigh from behind the gag ball, Kate shuddered at his touch. It was then she realised the man she used to love had vanished. How could this cruel monster claim to have ever loved her? She wasn’t buying his token display of kindness and pulled away from him.
James grabbed a hold of her and hauled her to her feet. He carried her over to the other side of the bed and gently lay her down. He hoped after tonight their marriage would only get stronger. If she gave him the proper sexual attention he craved, he would withdraw from the gentleman’s club. But if after tonight, Kate chose to walk out of his life for good, he had the club to fall back on and the comradeship of his mates.
Marcus whispered something in James’ ear and then disappeared. Chad clapped and wolf whistled as James crouched over her.