Executive's Slut Ch. 06

CHAPTER 6: THE TRAINING

The transition from my home to the Baldwin's home took almost no time, at all. He must have been supremely confident about my response to their proposal and that I would defer to his taking control because he had everything coordinated to happen. He had a realtor and an estate liquidator ready. The realtor would even contract to have certain items in the house updated to maximize the sale. The liquidator would sell or donate anything left in the house and garage. Mr. Baldwin sat me down in his home office to explain everything, even the importance of where and how to donate items for tax benefits. As their employee, I would have taxable income, not to mention bonuses, which he said might come into play later. I had no idea what bonuses might entail but I continued to nod and agree with him. My trust in him was absolute. My confidence and acceptance of him taking control were complete.

Mrs. Baldwin also took charge immediately by establishing some rules and routines. She controlled my outfits to be worn around the house and my responsibilities in it. I would rise in the morning early to make coffee and prepare breakfast. I would be naked during this time until Mr. Baldwin left for work or until told to dress for the day on the weekends. Mrs. Baldwin would lay out my outfit for the day. It always included high heels. The rest might be thigh-highs only, or with a self-bra. It might be a sheer little white skirt that didn't cover my entire butt or a sheer white apron that hid nothing. She became very creative. But I was always exposed. When her friends came over, I was no longer another friend who they had fun with but now a servant they groped and probed. And, I welcomed it.

It was a new world, a new life that revolved around arousal. But what I was getting used to was only the beginning.

I served the two of them in the dining room. It was a meal I had tried for the first time and it had turned out perfectly. The dining room was set semi-formally. The table was without leaves making it an oval but not the length it could be. The spare chairs lined the wall. They were seated at the ends, the serving plates and three candles in the center. There was a routine for this, too. I would eat with them but only after serving them from each dish. There was always more if they wanted it, but I was careful to cook meals not only balanced but to a specific caloric level by serving size. If they went over, it was their choice by taking seconds. Once I served them and poured the wine, I could sit on the side between them. I was very careful to take serving sizes. Despite an increase in working out, my attention to my body drove a need to stay trim and firm. The other evening meal routine for home was our dress. Mr. Baldwin remained in his business suit until after dinner. Mrs. Baldwin changed into a dress while I finished with preparation before he returned. My dress? It was very specific and defined for me by Mrs. Baldwin. After serving them a drink after his arrival home, I would rush up to my room to change. Sometimes it would be a baby-doll, sometimes a floor-length negligee that gaped when I moved. Always it included thigh-high stockings and high heels. Sometimes, like this night, it was the thigh-high stockings, heels, and a shelf-bra that left my nipples exposed. Despite the occasional shelf-bras, panties and thongs were rarely included. They enjoyed fingering my pussy and pinching my nipples so easy access dictated the outfits I wore.

Dinner was finished and I began to rise to clear the table when Mr. Baldwin stopped me. "Karen, we need to talk." He sounded nervous. Is something wrong, I wondered? I glanced at Mrs. Baldwin and received a wink. I returned my attention back to him. "You've been amazing, Karen. Considering what your experience was before we started, you've been very open and eager. Abby and I are pleased. There is only one thing that could make us happier."

"Anything, sir." My response was overflowing with eagerness to fully please them.

He smiled. "We know that about you, dear. You are always very eager to please us. And, for the most part, you do." I squeezed my eyebrows together with a concerned look. Most part? "Sex... you've progressed well." My inexperience. Catching up with me? "Remember when we talked before? Way back when? It was your inexperience... your lack of exposure to a wide variety of sex... that was immediately identified, even by you." I nodded. I have experienced more, though, since then. Even women. Even Sarah on my own. He glanced at his wife and must have received the signal he wanted to continue. Despite his controlling, dominant nature, it seemed they were a well-suited pair when it came to the house and their private life and I was a part of both. "Remember the group we belong to?"

"Of course, sir. Mrs. Baldwin's friends are from there."

He chuckled, "Yes, a horny group. Well, you have been the topic of much discussion there because of those women. The entire group has become quite excited to... well... have you. And, as excited as we might be to share you with them, we are also concerned for you. A new person into the group, especially a sexy woman, draws a lot of attention and interest."

I cocked my head, "Sir?"

Mrs. Baldwin jumped in. "Usually the group is more like a swapping event. A woman would have one, maybe two partners. Everyone has been told you are a slut... our submissive slut. They would expect more from you."

Back to Mr. Baldwin, "When you submitted, you committed to our wishes, to learn all you could to please us and anyone we chose to share you with."

"Yes, sir. I meant it and still do. My greatest desire is to please you in every way. Anything, sir. Whatever I need to do or learn to be the slut you want, I'll do it. Even now, my body is reacting as it always does when I think about some way that might please either of you more. What is it I need to do?"

"We have found someone who will assist you... actually train you to be a better slutty submissive. You will spend three days with him. You will be used as you have never been used. What you have experienced with us will seem like nothing. But he assures us a woman could be a whore at the end of it." I look questioningly at both of them. "We don't want a whore or a slave, dear. We want you but a version of you that is more of a consummate slut."

Mrs. Baldwin touched my arm, "You have already evolved so much, Karen. Are you still okay with going further? For us?"

I smiled, nervously, at both of them. The truth was, as nervous as I felt about what they were telling me, my body was responding to it. It was clear this was what they wanted; this would make them happy; this fits into their future plans for me. It excited me to think of pleasing them, satisfying them. The unknown was also exciting. Intimidating, but exciting. "Of course, I am willing!"

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I was covered in only a thin satin robe tied at the waist. My erect nipples pressed at the material and clearly identified my body's arousal. This was the day my training would begin. Three days in the home of another man. Three days when I am expected to respond to this other man's every command. Three days of... whatever it was that would turn me into a better or real slut, a whore if they wanted it. At least I knew the Baldwin's didn't want a whore or slave, merely a submissive that could act like one. I sat in the back of the car. They sat in front as we traversed the city. I was nervous as we entered a part of the city that was more run down than I had seen in a long time. Did he actually take women and turn them into whores? Or, was it just bravado, ego, macho-talk?

When Mr. Baldwin pulled into a driveway, his fancy, expensive sedan was clearly out of place in the neighborhood. The house was a ranch style like many in the neighborhood, probably all constructed during one of the suburban expansions of the city many decades ago when this would have been the suburbs but was now just part of the city. The house didn't appear to be run down, but the yard lacked care. A closer look showed some trim on the house with peeling paint. The Baldwins lived in an exclusive, rich, gated community. My old neighborhood was certainly mixed, lower middle income but well cared for. This was something less.

When the car stopped in the driveway, they both turned and looked at me. Mrs. Baldwin might have had a touch of concern seeping through but she quickly covered it. I didn't give them a chance to express a crack in their resolve.

"I will make you proud, sir, ma'am."

I then opened the door and moved directly to the front door. It was opened as I approached. It was early morning. Late afternoon on the third day, they would return for me. In between, I was to follow this man's direction as if he were Mr. Baldwin. I had no clothes. He told the Baldwins I wouldn't need any. The man who stepped out onto the cracked stoop, the man I was spending the next three days with without clothes, was the biggest black man I had ever been close to. Not fat. Just big, well over six feet, and strong looking. He could have played football and might have. He looked to be in his 40's. A little older than me. My heels clicked on the hard concrete of the sidewalk as I stepped up the two steps to stand facing him. I was told to give him my full attention so I didn't dare look back at the car.

The big man looked down at me with a smile that seemed to be saying a lot. I just wasn't sure I wanted to know all of what it was saying. "Are you sure about this, woman?" He wasn't even going to use my name? I nodded. "The next three days you are mine. You will merely be a cunt, a bitch, a whore, a slut. Those will also be your only names." I held his eyes and nodded. "Okay, then... let's take a look..." His hands moved to the tie at my waist. What, here? Outside? My mind screamed it but I released nothing. I was sure my eyes and face reflected the panic, though. He merely chuckled. He opened the robe wide and appraised my body, then slid it off my shoulders and slung it over his shoulder. I stood naked on the front stoop at 8:00 AM. His hands grasped my breasts and called them tits. His hand went down the front of my body and I opened my legs. His finger slipped along my pussy, found my hole, and his thick finger thrust inside. He smiled when he brought it out with juice covering it. He sucked the juice off and smiled, again. He opened the front door and went inside. I followed. I didn't look back. My focus was now this man. Three days. This man.

He held the door for me to enter, then closed it behind me. Naked in a strange man's house. The small entry opened into a living room that had all the appearance of a family room with a very large flat-screen TV on the wall and masculine furniture. A small dining room was visible at the back of the house with the kitchen to the side of it. A hallway led to the right where bedrooms presumably were located. I had no more time to take that much information in when I felt his large hand press into my back between my shoulder blades. I found myself pressed over the back of a faux-leather couch. His hand slid to my lower back, holding me against the back of the couch. He kicked with his boots at my feet. I spread them wide, heard him undoing his belt, zipper, and lowering his pants. That was my first penetration by him.

One hand pulled my butt cheek to the side as his cock pressed between my legs. "A good slut doesn't need preparation. I know you're wet. That's good because it's what I expect. In this house, wet or not you'll be fucked." Good to meet you, too. My name is Karen. Clearly, nothing was going to be polite or considerate here. Push that out of my mind. He had one thing only in mind and I needed to catch up.

The cock, which I hadn't even seen, pressed along my slit and abruptly sank deep into my pussy due to the pressure he applied. It was large and a cried out. He laughed. "You'll get used to big cocks, slut. Or, should I say, wanna-be-slut?" It was big. Much bigger than Mr. Baldwin and I thought his was big. This was stretched me wide. Every inch of it stretched me. My opening and every bit of my vagina inside. I never felt this full of cock. No... I felt full when Mr. Baldwin first fucked me... but this... my god! I thought he was deep inside me but he kept thrusting deeper. What does he have? A pole for a cock? His cock hit the top of my vagina, rammed against my cervix, and continued to press. More of it went in. He was opening me on the first fuck. He was pressing his cock deeper and deeper, butting it against the top of my vagina and somehow moving deeper. I orgasmed. He hadn't even started really fucking me and I was already orgasming.

He was strong and rough, not caring like Mr. Baldwin. There was something almost primal in the way he fucked me like he was in the act of owning me through his cock. I was surprised by my reaction and equally surprised that another orgasm was rising within me as he fucked into me with absolutely no regard for me. This was a fucking in which I was truly being used. I had the sense of being used by Mr. Baldwin on occasion, but this was at a completely different level. My own orgasm, I became convinced, was inconsequential to his action. It was dominating.

When he came... finally... his cum was voluminous. Spurt after spurt from his twitching, jerking, swollen cock head jammed deep inside me, jammed against the top of my vagina. My second orgasm was right there... right at the peak and it would take only a few more thrusts... he pulled out. I gasped and moaned in frustration. My body sagged completely onto the sofa's back. I felt so empty and... robbed. My pussy was empty, gaping, needing. I could feel the muscles flexing around nothing... empty.

Then, he barked. "Clean."

He pulled me from the sofa, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. It sounded like a command given to a dog. A single sound to elicit a complying response. His long black cock bobbed in front of me. And thicker than any I had seen. Of course, that was a short list. It glistened with our juices and a small amount of cum formed at the hole in his cock. What remained inside. I opened my mouth and took the head inside and sucked what I could that might remain. It wasn't lost on me how I responded to the simple command. Crazily, it sent a chill through my body and mind. I was that close to another release and it was denied me but I was obediently attending to the cock that unceremoniously had fucked me moments after arriving and without even introduction. My God, what was going to happen in the next three days?

He stood with his jeans hanging at his thighs as I tended to his cock. My own need slowly, frustratingly ebbing with the realization of the moment.

His words seemed to rumble out of him from somewhere deep in his wide chest. "I don't know what you are used to but forget it, whatever it was. I understand you are submissive and you have given yourself to be a slut to that white couple. If you think you were a slut to them, you weren't. You might have made yourself available to them, but you weren't a slut. But you will be. That's why you are here. Three days isn't a long time but we'll make do with it. If a real slut is in you, we'll find it and let it out. Your only responsibility over the next three days is to follow directions and open yourself to what you experience. Can you do that?" Without taking my mouth away from his massive cock, I nodded. "If you can't, we might as well stop now. I can call them back and we'll all be disappointed but we won't have wasted our time. So... continue or stop?"

I left the cock head between my lips and mumbled, "Continue."

He chuckled. "Good. I like a challenge. Here's the thing, slut-to-be... it's simple, you just have to get used to the idea, let your body and mind get used to it so it's a natural response. A slut worships cock. It's that simple. Oh, sure, a slut worships pussy, too, but we'll get to that later. Once cock becomes your temple, pussy just follows. As a submissive, you respond to the direction of a person... that couple in your case. But, as a slut, think of a cock as your master. Not the man attached to the cock but the cock. The cock, small or large, hard or soft is your master. You worship it, your singular desire is to please it, to make it spurt its juice into your mouth, in your cunt, in your ass, or on you. That is what a slut is for... all a slut is good for... all a slut wants." My tongue was licking the entire length of his cock even as it began softening in my hands. "Do you understand, slut-to-be?"

"Yes, sir!"

He chuckled and pulled back. Pulling his jeans back up, "Good, we'll see. There might be a real slut inside you, after all." With his pants in place, I tentatively stood up. One of my shoes had fallen off during the fucking. I looked down for it. "You will be naked this entire time. Your heels are to be worn at all times." I nodded. "When you aren't being fucked or busy sucking cock or pussy, you will cook and clean and practice."

"Practice, sir?"

He pointed to the coffee table. It had been right there but the abruptness of being pushed against the sofa and roughly fucked from behind made everything else invisible. There on the coffee table was an array of dildos, plugs, and vibrators. Several had suction cups attached to the bases.

"Have you done anal?" I shook my head. I tried to imagine his big cock in my ass and I shivered. It wasn't a shiver of excitement. "You will. A slut uses all her holes and she is in heaven when she can use them all at the same time when she has multiple cocks to please and worship." Another shiver went through me. What did I think a slut was? I had no idea. I thought I was being a slut by making myself available to Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin. This is so much more. I promised I would be their slut, to obey, to learn what it meant. I won't disappoint them! I will please them. I have to. And, I'll show this man! I'll show him I will be a slut! It was as if he could read me. "We'll see." He considered me, then looked at the table. "You did well with my cock. I'll give you that. You only whimpered a little when I thrust it into you. A virgin ass, though. I have some dishes that need washing. First, put that small plug in your ass. There is lube on the table, too." I moved to the table. As I squeezed some lube onto the plug and smoothed it over the shape, he added, "Don't be waiting for me to direct you. If you aren't being filled with cock, think about how you should practice. Practice means getting your holes used to being filled. We'll talk about taking cock into your throat, too. The best sluts will deepthroat a cock." I shivered stronger.

When I came out of the kitchen, I found him naked sitting in front of the large TV. His cock, even soft, was long. His legs were slightly parted as he slumped on the sofa. His cock hanging between his thighs. He didn't look up at me. He didn't say anything. I stood for only a moment before I knew what I should be doing. I moved to him and opened his knees as I knelt between them. My hands gently lifted his flaccid cock. Worship. The new concept reverberated in my mind. I kissed the head, lifted the cock, and licked the length. A drop of pre-cum had already formed and I flicked it off with the tip of my tongue, taking it into my mouth. I felt it firming in my fingers as I continued to lick and kiss its length until I took the head into my mouth and my efforts became more urgent.

Worship. I sucked diligently. His cock was hard in my mouth, he raised me up, turned me around, and grasped onto the plug in my ass. I groaned and grunted as he tugged on it. My inexperienced asshole was clamped onto the plug despite it being an unwelcome intrusion. Slowly, painfully, despite being the smallest on the table, my ass stretched until the plug seemed to pop out. He pulled me back and my legs bumped into his knees. I opened my legs around him as he pulled me back further causing me to shuffle back along his legs until I was hovering above his cock.