Once a Slut

By Phebe Bodelle

When Phil arrives home from work to find the milkman’s cock down his naked wife’s throat he goes mad.
“You fucking little whore.” He shouted. “We’ve only been married six months and here you are doing the fucking milkman.”
He immediately embarks on a regime of punishment and humiliation not realising that it does not have the effect he expected. Join Phil and Maggie as they travel on an unexpected journey into the murkier depths of sexual experience.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Nov 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301611805

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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Once a Slut

by

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Copyright 2018 Phebe Bodelle

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

My Very Rude Awakening (Bonus)

Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter or so I Thought

Chapter 2 – The Next day

Chapter 1

Maggie was kneeling naked on the floor of the living room with the milkman grasping her hair with both hands, his cock fucking her mouth with long deep strokes.

You’ve got a lovely gob Maggie. He said his eyes closed in ecstasy. This had been the usual Friday routine for the last three months. He’d take two pound off the milk bill for a blow job even though Maggie was well off. She had no need financially at least, to succumb to the milky’s cock, she just enjoyed doing it. He had started the ball rolling.

I can knock a bit off the account Maggie for a favour or two. The milky had asked those many weeks before.

She eyed him up and down. What you thinking of? She had asked.

What about a hand job for a quid knocked off? He said.

Make it two quid and I’ll give you a blow job.

He had thought about it for all of a second. Can I come in then?

That first time she had been fully dressed and had simply unzipped him, took out his cock and started to suck. Now she always waited for him in her dressing gown so she could quickly strip off when he arrived. He’d give her tits a bit of a mauling to get his prick erect and then she’d kneel down to do the business.

On this particular day the milky had just started to shoot his load down her throat when her husband walked in on them. What the fuck is going on here? Phil bellowed.

Now Phil Edwards was a rough diamond, a bit of a crook, a hard man. He grabbed the milkman by the hair and dragged him to the front door throwing him onto the pathway. If I see you around here again I’ll break your fucking neck. Got it?

The milky nodded, stood up and ran to his milk float, fumbling with his flies as he went. Phil slammed the front door and returned to the living room, just as Maggie pulled her dressing gown closed.

You fucking little whore. He shouted. We’ve only been married six months and here you are doing the fucking milkman. How long’s this been going on?

I was just trying to save a few bob and this was the first time I promise you.

You stupid fucking lying cow, I give you more than enough to cover all the housekeeping, plus more, a statement which was the absolute truth. Take that dressing gown off.

Take it off?

You heard, get the fucker off.

With that he began to unbuckle his leather belt.

You need a lesson my girl, one you won’t forget in a hurry.

Maggie was dumb struck; nobody had ever hit her before, not even her dad, the fear showed on her face.

Don’t make me tell you again, whore.

She slipped the dressing gown off and let it fall to the floor. She stood naked before her husband her arms folded across her chest.

Right bend over that chair.

Phil you’re frightening me. She had never seen him so angry.

Get over that fucking chair before I knock you over the fucking thing.

She bent over, her arse sticking up in the air, vulnerable. Phil lashed the belt down immediately producing a red welt on her arse cheeks. Maggie felt the tears spring to her eyes as the pain hit her. He lashed again, the pain was more intense, a third lash and the burning felt deep inside her. With the fourth lash a strange thing happened, the pain seemed to subside and she got that strange tingle in her groin that was the precursor to a climax, the fifth and sixth lash despite the pain only intensified the feeling. Her husband stopped the beating.

Let that be a lesson to you my girl, don’t you ever fuck about on me again.

She stood up slowly and with tears streaming down her cheeks turned to look at him defiantly. His hands were all over my tits as well.

Phil screwed up his face. You fucking slag. He grabbed her by the hair and threw the woman onto the sofa. She glared up at him as he lifted his arm to bring down the belt once more. It landed across both her tits. The searing pain caused a sob to come from her mouth.

You cunt. She screamed at him.

Once again the belt came down, this time right across her left nipple. The pain was agony but that feeling in her crotch grew more. Another lash across her chest and the feeling in her crotch overrode the pain, she knew she was likely to climax if it carried on. Yet again the belt came down and she was close to exploding in ecstasy. Her fanny throbbed as wave after wave of pleasure and pain flooded through her. Phil brought the belt down one last time not comprehending what Maggie was experiencing.

Now stand up and bend over the back of that chair.

Maggie did as she was told as Phil undid the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down along with his underpants. Through the mist of tears Maggie was surprised to see her husband had a full erection. He pulled her legs roughly apart and forced his cock into her. He fucked her with no thought for her, just ramming his prick in and out for his own gratification. He began to grunt as he climaxed matched only by the squeals of delight from Maggie as his prick put her over the edge and her orgasm broke in a flood of pleasure. She covered her pleasure easily, the sobbing never stopped and her face was a mess with her mascara running down both her cheeks.

He stood back from the sofa. Right you cow, I’m back off to work. Fucking get yourself cleaned up you look a right mess. I’ll be home at five and fucking behave yourself in the meantime you slag.

He left the room and Maggie listened as the front door slammed. She lay there naked on the sofa trying to understand what had just happened. She picked up her