Chapter 1

Two weeks after that first gangbang at Donald’s, my phone went again during breakfast. Mike was buttering his toast, humming some tune, while I sipped coffee, my pussy still tingling from the memory of those old cocks stretching me airtight.

Donald’s voice crackled through the speaker—I’d answered casually, like it was just business. ‘Anna, darling, let me introduce you to a friend of mine, I have recommended you highly. Hello Anna it’s Justin here—Donald’s old pal and one of your granddad’s business buddies from way back. We’ve got a mountain of old ledgers and contracts piling up at my place. Donald says you’re a wizard with filing; fancy popping over tomorrow for a full day? Harold, Reg, and a couple more retirees—Len and Matthew, all granddad’s crew too—will lend a hand. Pays well, and we’ll feed you lunch.’

Mike leaned in, grinning like an idiot. ‘Sounds perfect! Anna’s been acing these gigs—networking gold. Go for it, babe; I’ll handle dinner.’

I played it cool, thighs clenching under the table. ‘Love to, Justin. Full day? I’ll clear my schedule.’ Inside, I was already flooding my panties, picturing six wrinkled dicks using me like a public toilet while Mike slaved away at his job. ‘Such a supportive hubby,’ I thought, smirking as I hung up. God, I was such a lying slut, craving to be wrecked by granddad’s old friends under the guise of paperwork.

Next morning, Mike drove me over to Donald’s first, heart hammering. He answered the door with that predatory leer, pulling me inside before Mike could even suspect. ‘Change in the bedroom, you eager fuckpig—Justin’s waiting, but first, suit up like the gorgeous and sexy whore you are.’

The outfit was laid out on the bed: a tiny grey pleated mini skirt, so short it barely grazed the bottom curve of my arse cheeks, flaring out like a schoolgirl’s tease. Sheer see-through black pantyhose, seamed up the back in a bold black line that arrowed straight to my crack like a ‘fuck here’ sign—no knickers underneath, my bare and already wet pussy lips outlined through the glossy nylon. White blouse, thin and crisp, unbuttoned all the way down to let my heavy tits pop out freely, nipples already stiff against the fabric edges. Patent red high heels, four-inch spikes that locked my legs into a slutty strut, and anklets jingling on both ankles like bells for a streetwalker. The choker was the crowning top: thick black leather spelling out SLUT in shiny silver capitals, hugging my throat like a brand.

I stripped naked, rolling the pantyhose up my legs slow, the sheer material whispering over my skin, seam aligning perfectly to frame my exposed holes. Skirt zipped tight around my hips, blouse tied loosely under my tits to shove them up like offerings. Heels clicked as I spun, anklets tinkling, choker gleaming. ‘Fuck, Donald— this screams ‘office cum dump.’ My tits are spilling out, pussy visible through these hose; gonna make Justin’s friends hard before we even start ‘filing.’ I’m your complete slut, ready to be passed around like granddad’s favourite toy.’

He stepped close, fingers tracing the choker’s letters before yanking the skirt up to inspect my nylon-clad ass. ‘Damn right, bitch. No wiping that dripping cunt—drive’s gonna show you off proper.’ He groped my tits roughly, pinching nipples till I gasped, then slapped my ass hard enough to jiggle the pleats. ‘Bend over the car hood outside; tease the neighbours while I watch.’ The drive to Justin’s was pure exhibitionist hell—heaven for a whore like me.

Donald’s old car rumbled down the suburban streets, windows down, me in the passenger seat with skirt hiked to my waist, legs spread wide so the pantyhose seam split open at my crotch, bare pussy and asshole winking at every passing car. Blouse gaped fully now, tits bouncing free with each bump, nipples poking the air like beacons. Anklets chimed with my subtle thigh rubs, choker flashing in the sun. ‘Look at you, SLUT—flashing your married holes to the world. Horns honking? That’s for your sloppy cunt begging through the nylon. Mike’d shit bricks seeing his wife displayed like a drive-thru fuckdoll.’ I moaned, fingers dipping to rub my clit through the sheer hose, tearing a small hole right at my slit for easy access.

‘Yes—expose me more, Donald! I’m such a shameless slut; rub my tits while you drive, make ‘em ache for those old mouths. Every stare has me throbbing—gonna arrive soaked and ready to service Justin’s crew.’

He reached over, mauling one breast while steering one-handed, thumb flicking my nipple raw. ‘Beg for it, whore—tell me how bad you want six granddad friends breeding you all day.’ ‘Oh god, yes—wreck my holes, spank me red, cum on my face and tits till I’m glazed. I’m a total cheating pig, living for your wrinkled cocks while Mike thinks I’m organising files.’ By the time we pulled into Justin’s driveway—a sprawling house on a quiet cul-de-sac—my pantyhose crotch was ripped wide, juices slicking the seat, tits marked with his fingerprints.

Justin greeted us at the door, a silver-haired fox in his late seventies, broad-shouldered with a moustache that screamed ‘experienced pussy-eater.’ His eyes devoured my outfit, lingering on the choker. ‘Holy fuck, Don—this the married secretary slut you bragged about? Tits popping, skirt shorter than a napkin, and SLUT around her neck? Come in, Anna; meet the boys.’ The living room was packed: Harold with his burly beard, Reg—a wiry eighty-something with a wicked grin and tattoos from his Navy days—Len, plump and balding with hands like paws, Matthew tall and lean with glasses that hid hungry eyes, all in their seventies and eighties, lounging in recliners like kings awaiting tribute.

Donald shoved me forward. ‘Gentlemen, Anna—the cheating wife who’s granddad’s wet dream revived. She’s here to ‘file,’ but first, greet her properly.’