3 comments/ 8636 views/ 9 favorites Debbie's Addiction Ch. 01 By: masterofnymphoslut Debbie stepped out of her car and walked up the driveway to her Master's house. She knew he was waiting for her. She stood in front of his front door shaking, her stomach churning with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her heart was beating so fast she began to feel light-headed. Her friend had asked her several times throughout the morning if she was sure this is what she wanted. Her reply everytime was the same. "I want this so bad I can taste it!" Maybe she was crazy for meeting him like this at his house. They had met for the first time in person for lunch at a local sports bar. When he took her hand for the first time to shake it as they met, it felt like an electric shock ran through her body. His hands were big and strong. As they sat and talked getting to know each other he undressed her with his eyes, his gaze lingering on her tits. "You have nice tits!" he complimented her. "Well thank you sir!" she said almost blushing. "I plan on enjoying them! I hope you don't bruise too easily!" he said with a sinister chuckle. He knew of her propensity for bruising easily from their many talks before meeting. They had talked for months both online and on the phone. He had made up his mind at the outset he wasn't going to push her into anything. If their relationship went any further than just 'chatting', it would be her choice. "I've got just the flogger for those tits." His eyes lit up as he thought about what he was going to do to her body. "You're not going to hurt me too much are you?" Debbie asked with her own smile. The question was half teasing and half genuine concern. Master reached across the table and took her hand. "Not too much," he said smiling. Then a serious look came over his face as he squeezed her hand. "When you walk through my front door you will belong to me! Understand?" Debbie shook her head. "You leave your husband and your girls outside. The moment that door closes you become my property, my slut and my whore. I'm going to do to you whatever I damn well like, and you're going to submit to me and to everything I do to you. If you have a problem with that, then don't show up at my door." He released her hand and stood up, threw some money on the table to pay for the drinks and left. Debbie knew his address. She had known it for months. Debbie's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to rip through her chest. Now as she approached his door, her heart was pounding like it had been earlier at the sports bar. She stood in front of the door making a final adjustment on the dress she had been instructed to wear. He had specifically told her to wear an old button up dress, the color and fabric didn't matter. As she stood there she began to wonder if she was to do a strip tease for her new master. Her hand was shaking as she raised it to knock on the door. After a soft knock, the door opened with her Master standing just behind it. "Come in!" he said softly. Debbie stepped into the foyer and looked around. Master closed the door behind her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her into his body. His hands began to glide over her clothed body. He started at her tits and worked his way down her stomach to her cunt. He could feel her trembling as he touched and fondled her. "You're mine now slut! All mine! You're about to be treated like the whore that you are! Are you sure you want this you dirty little whore?" He knew from their many talks over the months that more he degraded her, the more she craved it. "Hubby can't help you! Your girls can't help you! You belong to me now slut! Are you sure this is what you want?" Everything in Debbie's mind screamed for her to run. But her legs stayed cemented to the floor. "Yes!" she gasped in a whisper. She thought about her girls, her husband, her life at home. It was safe. It was good. It was . . . She tried to block out the images that flooded her mind. She was addicted. This man she now called Master had awakened an animal within her that she didn't recognize. It was a sensual creature that stalked her in the dark recesses of her mind. An animal could no longer defend herself from. An animal that was about to devour her, and take her place. She knew the animal was about to take control of her, and her Master controlled the animal. Debbie kept her eyes closed, afraid of seeing herself for what she had become. She felt his hands roaming her body and his breath on her neck. After several minutes of his exploring her body, his hands left her. She heard him pull something out of one of his pockets. Then she felt something being pulled over her head. It was a blindfold. She gasped. Then she heard a rattling sound as Master reached for something else. He pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them together. All the while he said nothing. She stood in the foyer of his house now blindfold and cuffed. She was completely at his mercy. Her pussy was gushing so profusely she was afraid she was going to leave a puddle on the floor. She felt her juices running down her leg. Master grabbed a handful of her hair and led her to the center of what she would soon discover was the living room. Master walked around her, circling her like a wolf about to pounce on its prey. "Damn! You are a sensual creature!" His hands stroked her face and neck. He came to a halt standing in front of her. His fingertips glided over her skin as they traced the outline of her dress down the front over her shoulder blades. Debbie's body was covered in goosebumps as her master primed her body for his pleasure. "Now let's see what my slut's got!" he said as his fingers grabbed both sides of her dress and ripped it apart. The buttons from her dress went flying across the room. Debbie gasped as her dress was literally ripped in half. She hadn't expected this. Her fear jumped off the charts not knowing what was next. She knew she could trust her master. But this was something that was pushing her trust to the edge. She couldn't see what was coming next, and she couldn't do anything to stop it. Master groaned as he gazed on her body. "Mmmmm! From now on bitch, your name is Slut! Understand?" "Ooohhh, Yes Master!" Slut moaned. "Good slut! Now let's get you naked!" Slut heard something click and then realized it was master's pocket knife locking in the open position. She then felt the backside of the blade sliding over the skin of her shoulder blades. Master slid the blade down the valley between her tits and under the thin piece of cloth that held the cups of her bra together. With a slight tug he sliced the cups apart, allowing her juggs to spill out. He then used the knife to cut the rest of her dress and bra off her body. When he was finished, she stood before him naked and blindfolded with her hands cuffed behind her back. The master stepped back and admired his slut's body. Slut could not see the smile on his face. His hands reached up and fondled her tits. "I knew you had some nice juggs from the pics that you sent me. But now that I can play with them. These tits of yours are magnificent slut! They're going to bring me much pleasure. And I can't wait to fuck them!" "But before we do that, let's get your training started." Master reached for his flogger that Slut hadn't seen yet. Without saying a word he stepped back, raised his arm and brought the flogger down across her left tit. Slut jumped at the impact and squealed slightly. He then raised his hand again and brought the flogger down across her other tit. "Now tell me slut! Tell me why you're here, you dirty little whore!" As he spoke the flogger came down across her tits, right/left, right/left. "Oohh Master! I'm here to please you! I'm here to be your dirty whore! I'm here to submit to your every desire!" Master brought the flogger down across her stomach, working his way down her body to her cunt. "What are you slut?!" he almost yelled as he brought the flogger up spanking her exposed cunt. "Spread those legs slut, and tell me what you are!" he commanded her. Slut's body was trembling as Master used her like a cheap whore. Slut cried out as the flogger slapped her engorged clit. "What are you slut?" Master commanded her. "Oh master, I'm your whore! I'm your cock hungry slut! I'm your cunt here to serve you however you want!" Master continued to spank her body all over as she moaned from her abuse. Every smack of her pussy drove her closer to her first orgasm of the afternoon. Master heard the need in her voice as he played with her and drove her onward. Master finally threw the flogger on the couch and walked up to her. Slut's body was trembling with need. His left hand slid between her legs and cupped her cunt, two fingers sliding into her soaked pussy. Slut moaned with need. She was almost there. Master leaned into her and whispered in her ear. "You don't cum till you beg for permission slut and I give it! Do you understand?" he growled. "Ooooohhhhh yes master!!" Slut moaned. "Disobey me on this one and I'll show you what I can do to your ass!" Master began working her cunt with his fingers as he bent his head down and sucked one of her giant tits into his mouth. Slut's body shuddered as he pushed her further. He stood up and kissed her deeply pulling her body into his. "You like sucking cock! Don't you slut!" "Oh yes master!" Her moans were now a whimper. "PLEASE MASTER!" she gasped, "MAY I CUM?" He could hear the urgency in her voice. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "No you may not slut! You don't need it bad enough yet! I'm going to break you before this is over!" "Now where was I?" he asked jokingly. "Oh yes! Your cock sucking skills!" Master curled his fingers inside her gushing cunt and played with her as he felt her body almost buckle. "I'm thinking tomorrow I fill this room with cocks for you to suck on. What do you think?" Slut moaned and trembled even more as she thought about being used like a cheap whore to service a roomful of cocks. They had talked about that scenario many times before. And every time it just made her hornier. Master chuckled knowing how that thought excited her. "You really are a cock sucking whore." "But that's tomorrow night! Show me what a good little cock sucker you are now. Get on your knees slut and make me glad I'm your master!" Debbie dropped to her knees as ordered. Master grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back till she was facing up. He took his hardening cock in his other hand and began to slap her face from side to side with it. Debbie tried to catch it with her open mouth as it slid across her lips. Master laughed. "You really are a cock crazy slut! Mmmmm! That's it! Catch that cock you dirty slut!" Master rubbed his cock all over her face as she groaned, trying to get the head in her mouth. The more Master humiliated her the more she craved it. "Mmmmmm!" she moaned. "I love it! Give it to me! Give it to me!" she was almost begging. Master continued to rub his cock all over her face. "You want me to fuck your face with this cock? Is that what you want slut?" "Ooooohhhhhh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Gag me!" Debbie whimpered with need. The more Master dominated and humiliated her, the more she craved his control over her. Master shoved his cock in her mouth till the head of his snake was trying to force it's way down her throat. Debbie gagged, unable to pull her mouth off his cock. Master held her head tightly and began a furious fucking of her face. Debbie began making gurgling and slurping noises as her gag reflex kicked in. After a couple minutes Master ripped her blindfold off. Debbie squinted as she tried to adjust to the light, tears streaming down the sides of her face. She looked up at Master as he smiled down at her. Master pulled his cock out of her mouth. Debbie gasped for air, sucking in as much as she could with each gulp. "Too much!" he asked with a tenderness in his voice. He knew she wanted this, but was unsure if he'd gone too far. "No!" Debbie gasped. "I'm a slut! Fuck me like one!" She opened her mouth and awaited its next invasion. Master led his slut across the floor, on her knees, to a chair in the corner. He sat down and pulled her head into his groin. "Suck on these balls!" Debbie dropped her head and sucked his nut sack into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. "Oh shit! You're good slut!" Master threw his leg over the arm of the chair giving her easier access to his nut sack. He held her head in place for over twenty minutes as she demonstrated her oral skills on his sack. "Damn! I could keep you down there all day!" Master moaned. "But I need to empty those balls." Master pulled her off his balls and shoved his cock back in her mouth with a renewed intensity. His hands held her head in a vise grip, pumping it back and forth, her mouth working his cock like the hungry slut she was. There had never been a woman he had handled this roughly before. But it seemed that the harder he used her, the more aroused she became. After several minutes he felt his orgasm about to explode. He held out for as long as he could, enjoying every sensation his slut was giving him. He wanted this to last forever. His cock finally erupted in her mouth, filling her mouth and throat with his seed. Debbie choked and gagged as her Master's cock filled her mouth with his cum. "Ugh! Ugh! That's it slut! Take it!" Master grunted as his cock emptied inside her soft, warm sucking mouth. Master kept his fingers entwined in her hair as she drained him. His grip on her head softened as his orgasm subsided. Debbie continued to suck on his cock trying to drink in as much of his fluid as possible. She desperately wanted to please this man who now controlled the beast within her. Master finally lifted her head. "Let's take this to my bed. Where you belong." Debbie was almost giddy with excitement as her Master led her upstairs and into his bedroom. This was more than just sex for her now. This was her Master laying claim to his property. Then her family flashed through her mind again. 'WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!?' her brain screamed. She wasn't given anytime to think about it. Master led her to the foot of his bed and unlocked one of her cuffs. "Turn around and lay down on the bed," he commanded her. Debbie laid down with her legs hanging over the edge. Master lifted her legs and pushed them back till they were parallel with her body. "Wrap your arms around your legs." Debbie did as she was told once again, her arms now tucked behind her knees. Master then refastened the cuff on her one wrist. Her ass and cunt were now exposed to whatever he wanted to do to it. The cuffs he used on her were not some cheap pair from an adult novelty store. They were the real thing. She knew she wouldn't be getting out of this position until he released her. Master leaned over her body between her legs and smiled down at her. He had a devilish grin that made her cunt twitch every time she saw it. "Just so you'll know. I like to give pleasure more than pain. If you're a good little whore for me, this is what you'll get. If you're a bad little whore, I'll turn your ass red." Master dropped to his knees and slowly inspected her ass and cunt with his fingers. Debbie groaned as his fingers glided over her cunt and ass. "Nothing sweeter than a bitch's cunt." He dropped his head and licked the length of her crack from her ass to her clit and back down again. His tongue trailed up and down her slit driving Debbie deeper and deeper into her sexual madness. Debbie tried to push her cunt up into his mouth. She couldn't get enough of what he was doing to her. Master finally sucked her clit into his mouth, nibbling on it as the tip of his tongue stroked it. Debbie wailed with need. "OH PLEASE MAY I CUM? PLEASE!!" Master ignored her pleas, keeping his mouth locked on her clit. Her body convulsed as she began to cry with her begging. "PLEASE!! OH PLEASE!!" Master lifted his head long enough to say, "You may cum!" Debbie's orgasm started deep inside her gut and rolled up her body like a wave. Her initial scream of ecstasy slowly morphed into crying and grunting as the intensity took hold of her. She had never felt anything this intense and all consuming before. Her body convulsed and shook as she lost control of not only her bodily reaction, but her emotions as well. She was not only experiencing something she'd never thought possible, she was experiencing it with a depth of emotions she'd never felt before. This man she had given herself to was mastering her in every way. Debbie's body continued to spasm with aftershocks as Master kept his mouth locked on her clit, teasing and sucking on it. Time seemed to stand still for her as his assault on her clit continued, her body convulsing uncontrollably. The pleasure became so intense it began to take on a painful sensation. "OH PLEASE STOP!" she began to beg. Master laughed to himself as he kept up his attack. Just a few minutes before she was begging for him to not stop. Instead of stopping he decided to intensify his manipulations of her body. He slipped two fingers inside her gushing cunt as his tongue worked her clit. Debbie screamed as a new wave of euphoric pleasure swept over her. "OOOOOHHHHHH!" she wailed as her body was pushed to the limits of her endurance. How long Master played with her and drank in her sweet nectar Debbie didn't know. Was it multiple orgasms he was bringing her to? Or one long one? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that he had instilled an addiction in her. She had heard that all it took was one time with crack cocaine and the user was hooked. Master was her crack cocaine. She knew she was now enslaved to this man and whatever he wanted from her. Master finally stood up and looked down at his quivering slut. He couldn't help but smile. Tears were running down the sides of her face. Her body was glistening from perspiration. Her cunt and ass were soaked from her juices. She lay before him exposed and vulnerable, and craving more. "Have you had enough?" he said softly leaning over her. She looked up at him with an almost painful expression on her face. "No!" she gasped. "Please more! I need more!" she begged. Master laughed. "Of course you do my dirty little whore!" He stripped his clothes off, pushed his slut further up the bed and crawled up to her exposed ass. He laid his cock on her slit, then reached around her legs and grabbed her huge tits in his massive hands. He squeezed them like two huge lumps of dough, kneading them till she gasped from the pain. As he mauled her tits, he slid his cock up and down the length of her slit, making sure he hit her engorged clit with every stroke. He began to talk to her softly. "I had an idea, from our talks, that you were a horny little slut. But I must confess. You have far exceeded my wildest expectations. I guess that husband of yours doesn't know how to take care of a whore with an appetite like yours." His words stung Debbie. Yet she knew he was right. For years she had begged for her husband to take control, use her, dominate her. He always looked at her as though she was talking in some unknown language that he couldn't understand. Her cunt began to twitch as his cock slid up and down its length. "You want this cock, don't you, you dirty little whore?" Master taunted her. Debbie shook her head submissively. Her will, what little had been left of it before she got to his house, was gone. She now belonged to this man who had broken her completely. "Yes! Oh yes!" she gasped. "Tell me what you are slut!" Master demanded. "I'm a filthy dirty whore! I'm a dirty slut! Oh master, I'm just a cum slut who needs to be fucked and used like a cheap whore!" "Good girl! Now tell me who you belong to!" Master stroked his cock several more times the length of her slit pushing the head into the opening of her fuck tunnel. He felt her body tense as the head of his cock popped past the lips. Debbie's Addiction Ch. 01 "OOOOHHHHH! Master I belong to you! I'm your whore, your slut, your fucktoy." She wailed again as his cock slid slowly inside her, filling her. "OH FUCK ME MASTER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" She moaned over and over. Master began a slow steady fucking of her cunt. He knew he was going to last a nice long time. He'd just emptied himself down her throat. He was going to enjoy a long hard fuck of his slut. He knew he could take it. He wondered if she could. "Look at me!" he said with authority. Debbie's eyes flew open. There was a wild look in them. A look that no one had ever seen before, because no one had ever taken her to this extreme before. "Squeeze your pussy for me!" Debbie contracted her pelvic muscle as best she could. The walls of her cunt squeezed his cock as it slid in and out of her. Master smiled with satisfaction, enjoying her efforts to please him. "Mmmmmmm! Very nice slut! But I want you to work on those muscles. That's my pussy now. I want it responding the way I want it to. Understand?" Debbie nodded her head. "Yes sir!" she whimpered as he continued to plow her cunt. "Good girl!" Time stood still for the two lovers as Master fucked his slut with a steady rhythm. Debbie climaxed several more times. None of them as intense as the first one she'd been brought to. But each was satisfying in their own way, and further cemented her need of everything her Master could do to her and for her. During their session Master reached for his pants laying on the bed and retrieved the key for the cuffs. Unlocking her, he allowed her to rub her wrists as he held her legs up by the ankles. He finally released her ankles and allowed her legs to drop beside him spread out. He laid down on top of her. He propped himself up on his left elbow as he fondled her tits with his right hand. He looked into her eyes, his head only inches above hers. There was a tenderness in them she hadn't seen before. "Damn, you are a beautiful creature!" Debbie almost came again at his words. "You belong to me now! Do you understand?" "Yes! I understand!" "Are you sure? I'm not sure you do!" Debbie smiled. "I understand completely. I'm your whore now Master. How would you like me to serve you?" Master returned her smile. "Be back here Monday morning, bright and early. Plan on spending the entire day. We'll see just how much of a whore you are." Master dropped his head and sucked her tit in his mouth as he pounded his cock into her with a renewed intensity. Just before he felt himself about to cum he pulled out and straddled her chest. "Let's see if you know how to use those tits." Debbie took her tits in hand and wrapped them around his swelling cock. Master began a steady fucking of her tits. "Oh shit that feels good! This won't take long!" With every thrust of his cock forward Debbie licked the head. Master leaned forward and grabbed the headboard. "Oh shit! Here it comes!" His cock exploded, spitting his seed all over her face, chin, and neck. Master grunted with each thrust. Debbie squealed like a giddy school girl as he covered her face and neck with his cream. Master finally collapsed on the bed next to his slut. "You're incredible! You really are!" Debbie scooped up his jism with her fingers, then sucked them dry, relishing every drop of his seed. Master looked over and laughed. "You'll be doing that a lot on Monday." "Mmmmm! Good! I can't get enough cum!" Debbie's Addiction Ch. 02 Debbie was making breakfast for her husband and two girls when he walked downstairs with his briefcase. "Smells good!" he said as he sat down at the kitchen table. "So what are your plans for the day?" Debbie's stomach knotted up. Her pulse quickened as she tried to think of an answer. "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking of going to see a friend today. Maybe do some shopping." 'YOU LYING, CHEATING WHORE!' Her conscience screamed at her. She began to shake as she dished up her husband's breakfast. Jack, the man she now called "Master" was filling her life in a way she had never imagined. Her every waking moment was consumed with thoughts of how he treated her. No matter what he did to her, she knew she would always want more. She was losing herself, her sanity, her identity to this man that knew her like no other. She had to walk away from Master before she was lost completely. She had to. But she couldn't. The way he controlled her, dominated her, humiliated her, used her. The way he made her feel. Her body buzzed like and electrical charge was running through it whenever she was with Master. She had never felt more alive then when she was with Master and pleasing him in anyway he demanded of her. She couldn't admit it to herself, but she was addicted to this man. But it was more than just sexual for Debbie. There was a strength of personality and will within him that she found intoxicating. Master knew what he wanted, he told her, then he took it. She had longed for that from her husband since the day they'd married. He just never seemed to be able to deliver what she needed. She had hinted at it initially. When that didn't work she became more blatant in telling him what she needed. He was just a weak man. After so many years of trying, she just gave up one day. Her sexual cravings and desires lay dormant within her. Now at the age of 39 those cravings and desires had been reawakened by a man who knew how to fan them into a raging fire within her. He knew her as a woman. He understood her as a sexual creature. "Well don't wait for me for dinner this evening," her husband brought her back. "I'll be working later again this evening, and I'm not sure how late that will be." Fred started eating his breakfast as their two daughters walked into the kitchen. "I have to get going mom!" Stacy, their oldest daughter said. "Jeremy is picking me up in a few minutes." Stacy was a senior in high school. She had just turned 18 and was the spitting image of her mom. Her tits weren't as big as her mom's DD's, but they were pushing toward a solid D. One of her attributes that Jeremy enjoyed playing with whenever he got the chance. "Well sit down and eat your breakfast. Are you taking your sister with you to school?" "I don't want to ride with them!" Shelby, her 16 year old daughter yelled. "All they do is kiss and grab each other." "Shel, shut up! We do not!" "Yeah, right! I'll take the bus mom. I don't want to crowd their style." Debbie cringed as she listened to her daughters wondering what they'd think of her if they knew what she had become. "I gotta go!" Fred mumbled with a mouth full of toast as he stood up. He grabbed his briefcase and kissed Debbie on the cheek. He drove to the train station for his daily commute to the city. He pulled up to the curb in front of the station. A blonde opened the passenger door and sat down. She looked at Fred and smiled. "Drive bitch!" she said to him. "You're my bitch for the day." "Yes mistress!" Fred replied sheepishly as he lowered his head in acknowledging her. Debbie kissed her girls as they walked out the door. She watched Stacy climbed into Jeremy's car and then kiss him. She couldn't be sure but she thought she saw his hand reach out and grab one of her tits. She closed the front door, turned, and walked back into the kitchen. She opened the liquor cabinet and grabbed a bottle of wine, then poured herself a tall glass. "I'm going to need a lot of this I think," she said to no one but herself. She made her way upstairs to prepare for the day. Master had given her specific instructions on what she was to wear. She laughed a nervous laugh as she laid out her clothes. She wasn't sure why he was so specific about what to wear. She knew she was going to be naked within a matter of minutes from entering his house. Or was she? Regardless, she wanted to look her best for him. She did her hair and make-up the way he liked it. Her Auburn hair was long, just as he liked it. She was under strict orders to never cut it without permission from him first. Permission that she knew would never come. She applied her make-up a little heavier than she normally would. She topped everything off with ruby red lipstick. She looked at herself in the mirror. "You really have become a first-class slut." Then she moaned as she thought about what was in store for her. It was the unknown that both excited and terrified her. But what terrified her the most was the transformation she saw taking place within her. Did she "want" what Master was doing to her? Or did she "need" it. One she had control over. The other she didn't. Or did she? Did she have any control over anything that was being done to her. Couldn't she just say "stop" and walk away? She knew she could. But she also knew she couldn't. The more she thought about it, the clearer it became to her. She was falling down this dark hole where wants and needs became one. Where her control over everything was slowly being stripped from her. Then it struck her like a bolt of lightning. She didn't want to be in control. She wanted, no NEEDED, a man to take control of her in every way, guide her, dominate her, and even degrade her. That truth coupled with her sexual appetite that had been part of her psyche since she was a teenager now defined what she was. She looked at herself in the mirror again. "You are a slut!" she said. "And you love it, you filthy whore!" She put on her black bra, no panties. Then her garter belt and black silk stockings. She then slipped on Master's favorite dress, a dark green cocktail dress that came to just above her knees and clung to her body like a glove. She then sat down and slipped on her black platform sandals with 5" heels and ankle straps. She stood up and walked over to the closet and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the closet door. She felt sexy and desirable when she dressed for her Master. "Damn, you look good girl!" she mumbled as she smoothed the dress down her body. Debbie pulled into Master's driveway and slowly drove the length of it, trees lining each side of it. Master had renovated an old farmhouse into a beautiful, modern home with a state of the art security system. Shortly after Debbie came into his life he installed a video surveillance system in several key rooms he knew would be used regularly. His system alerted him when her car turned into the driveway. The house sat on a secluded ten acre lot that was surrounded by forest. Debbie climbed out of her car, pulled her dress down, then hobbled across the gravel driveway in her heels till she got to his concrete walkway. She climbed the steps then stood in front of the door again just like she'd done a few days before. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might jump out of her chest. Her hand was shaking as she knocked on the door. Master opened the door and stood in the doorway staring at her. Instead of inviting her in, he just stood there and undressed her with his eyes as he smiled. "What are you doing here you dirty whore?" Debbie lowered her eyes and blushed. She'd always found his degrading her both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. She questioned her own emotional stability the way she gravitated to his treatment of her. What most women would have never put up with, she embraced with enthusiasm. The more he degraded her, the wetter she got. "I'm here to please you Master." "Does your husband know how easily you spread your legs for cock, you cheating whore?" "No Master!" she groaned. His words cut her to the core. "Do your daughters know what a cock hungry slut you are?" "No Master!" Debbie was trembling as his words stung her. He had never pushed her this hard before. "What do you think they'd say if they saw you on your knees with a cock in your mouth?" He knew there was almost no limit to the depths of degradation she responded to. "I don't know." Her head was bowed in shame and her voice quivering. "Unacceptable slut! You know exactly what they'd say! Now tell me!" He with an edge to his voice. Debbie moaned. She wanted to crawl away and hide. More from herself than anyone else. Her body was betraying her real need. "They would say their mommy was a dirty slut!" she sobbed. "Step in here!" Master commanded as he stepped out of the way. Debbie stepped into the house far enough for Master to shut the door. He then stepped in front of her. "Lift your dress!" With trembling hands Debbie lifted the hem of her dress revealing her shaved pussy for Master's inspection. Master slid his hand between her legs and cupped her cunt. He pulled it back, intentionally gliding his fingers over her already throbbing clit. His palm and fingers were covered in her juices. He laughed. "What a horny cunt you are." He lifted his hand to his nose rubbing his fingers together as he did, feeling the moisture of her lubrication. He inhaled deeply. The smell of her sex was sweet to his nostrils. "Mmmmm! There's nothing quite like the smell of a bitch in heat!" He just continued to smile at her as he rubbed his fingers beneath his nose. "Pull your dress down." he said softly. Master wrapped his arms around Debbie and pulled her into his 6'2" frame. She felt like a small rag doll when his massive arms were wrapped around her. She melted into his body as he kissed her. His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass. He pulled her pelvis into his crotch. Debbie could feel the bulge in his pants against her body. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues played with each other. Master pulled away and looked down at her. "Your late slut! I told you to be here at 8:00. It's almost 8:30." "I'm sorry Master. It took me longer to get the girls off to school than I thought." "Unacceptable! I used to have a sergeant in the Marines who said, 'Excuses are like assholes. Everybody's got one and they all stink.' "Am I going to get a spanking Master?" she asked with a weak smile. "What do you think slut?" "Yes Master. I deserve one. Thank you Master." He released her. "Go get me a cup of coffee slut. There's a full pot in the kitchen. I'll be in the living room." "Yes sir!" Debbie made her way into the kitchen and filled a mug with coffee, then added the amount of sugar she knew Master liked. Making her way back into the living, she saw Master sitting in his recliner waiting for her. She handed him the mug, then stood in front of him waiting for her next instruction. Master sat, savoring his coffee and his slut. "You're a beautiful creature slut," he praised her. Debbie's stomach jumped with excitement at his compliment. She hadn't been complimented by her husband in years. It seemed as though Master knew exactly what to say and when to say it. She pleased him, and that's all that mattered to Debbie at this point. "Take the dress off and lay it over the couch slut." Debbie did exactly as she was told. "Now the bra!" Again, Debbie obeyed without hesitation. She now stood before him in only her garter, stockings and high heels. "Good girl! That will now be the uniform for the day. Full access to all three holes, and those magnificent tits of yours on display. As they should be all the time." Debbie felt like a giddy schoolgirl as a result of Master's approval. "Now on your knees slut!" Debbie dropped to her knees between his spread legs. "Take my cock out and show me what a whore you are for cock." Debbie unbuckled his pants and tugged them along with his shorts down enough to pull his hardening cock out. Her hands caressed the length of his shaft as she looked at it lovingly. This was more than just a cock to her. This was an extension of the man who owned her now. She licked it slowly, savoring his taste and smell. Master groaned in satisfaction. "Good whore!" Debbie looked up smiling. "Thank you Master!" "Use those tits slut! Those tits are going to get a lot of abuse today!" Debbie leaned forward and wrapped her tits around his now hard cock. She began a steady pumping of his cock. With each downward thrust the head of his cock poked through the top of the valley between her tits and hit her in the chin. After just a few strokes her chin was covered in Master's pre-cum juices. "So how was your weekend slut?" Master asked as though it was perfectly normal to be carrying on a conversation with the bitch who was fucking his cock with her tits. "It was good Master. I didn't do anything special. I just thought about today all weekend." Debbie kept up a nice slow pace, pleasuring his cock as best she could. "Even while you were sitting in church yesterday?" Jack asked with a laugh. He knew the more he degraded her, the more she craved it. He wasn't sure if he would ever understand her completely. He just knew he was going to push her to see just how far she would go. Debbie turned red again as the realization of the choices she'd made flashed inside her brain. She continued working his cock not saying anything. "Answer me slut!" Jack said commandingly but softly. "Yes sir! Even yesterday while I was sitting in church." Jack stroked the side of her head as she worked his cock with her tits. "I wonder what all those upstanding ladies would say if they could see you working your tits like a cheap whore? What's that committee you're on?" He chuckled. Debbie's eyes dropped in shame as she was reminded of her 'other life.' She composed herself as best she could, "The decorating committee." Jack's head rolled back as he laughed. "That's right! The decorating committee! Maybe I should send them a picture of you at the end of the day so they can see how we decorate your face and tits!" Debbie's eyes lit up. "We, sir?" Jack smiled down at his submissive slut. "I told you last week I was going to fill this room with cocks. Did you think I was joking slut?" "No sir!" Her voice quivered. Jack put his coffee mug down on the end table next to his chair, then grabbed Debbie's head with both hands. "They'll be here in a little bit. So let's get these rocks off for the first time today." Debbie released his cock from between her tits as Master pushed her back slightly. He then pulled her head down till her mouth was completely impaled on his throbbing cock. She began to gag as his cock slid into the opening to her throat. He held her in place as he felt her body tensing from the invasion of her throat. He finally pulled her head up. Debbie gasped in air. Master chuckled as he watched her. "You sure you want to keep going? One last chance to back out." He already knew her answer. She was addicted to everything he did to her. "No!" she gasped. "Don't stop!" Master shoved his cock back in her mouth and began a steady pumping. He couldn't help but smile as he watched his slut work her oral magic. She was beautiful, buxom, submissive and a real slut. What more could a man ask for in a bitch. Jack began to grunt as his orgasm worked its way from his gut. His cock exploded in her mouth, filling it with his cream. His body shook with each spasm. Debbie sucked and swallowed like the good slut she had become. Jack held her tightly savoring every luscious sensation she was giving him with her mouth and tongue. His grip on her head relaxed as his orgasm subsided. "Keep sucking! Don't stop till I tell you to slut!" Debbie continued to give his cock the devotion and love she felt for this man. Jack just laid back and enjoyed the proficiency with which she performed her duties as his slut. After about ten minutes he took her head in his hands again and pushed her back slightly. He leaned over and got within a couple inches of her face. "You please me very much! But it's time for a spanking. Do you know why?" "Yes sir. I was late. Thank you sir." Jack stood up and lifted Debbie by her hair, then led her to the backside of the couch just beside them. "Bend over the back of the couch and spread your arms across the back of the couch." Debbie did as she was told. Her ass was now exposed for the punishment she knew was coming. Jack walked over to a large cabinet in the corner and opened it to reveal an assortment of leather straps, paddles, floggers and riding crops. He looked them over trying to decide which one he should use. He finally chose a black leather paddle. Jack walked back across the floor, Debbie's ass staring at him the whole way. Standing behind her he ran his hand between her ass cheeks until he was cupping her pussy again. Debbie shuddered from his touch. She was soaked. Jack slipped a finger inside her cunt and played with her for a few seconds before rubbing her clit with the same finger. Debbie moaned with need. Then his hand was gone. SMACK! Debbie yelped from the sting of his first swat. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jack brought the paddle down on her ass without stopping, alternating between her two cheeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Tears began streaming down Debbie's face as her punishment continued. The growing sting in her ass was only matched by the throbbing in her cunt. This was the domination that Debbie had come to crave and need. While most women would have found this treatment intolerable and abusive. Debbie craved it as affirming who she was, and who she belonged to. Master could do whatever he wanted with her. She belonged to him completely. Jack stopped somewhere around the count of twenty. He never kept an accurate count. Debbie's ass was glowing red. He rubbed his hand over it lightly. He could feel the heat radiating from it. Debbie gasped through her sobs as she felt his soft touch following her spanking. He lifted her by her hair slowly, turning her around. Her mascara had run down her face from her tears. Jack led her over to the cabinet. He put the paddle back in its place and pulled a black collar out. He then put the collar on her and locked it in place. "This is for you to wear while you're here today." He kissed her tenderly as he fondled her tits. The alternating between harsh and tender from Master had Debbie on an emotional roller coaster. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her into his body tightly. His other hand continued to fondle her tit. Debbie moaned into his mouth as Master now played her body like a violin. "Who do you belong to slut?" he asked softly. "I belong to you Master." "What are you slut?" "I'm your whore Master. I want to serve you however you want Master." Jack smiled at her. "You will. Go get cleaned up. My friends will be here soon." Debbie's Addiction Ch. 03 Debbie didn't recognize the woman staring back at her in the mirror. Just a few months ago she was a proper, chaste woman, who was looked up to and respected by many women within her church and neighborhood. Her girls even thought she was a prude when it came to sex. She almost laughed as she thought about their perception of her, and what she was in reality. She was about to become the fuck toy of a group of men. How many, she had no idea. The thought both terrified and excited her. Then all of a sudden it dawned on her, what if she knew some of them? She knew Master had been hinting and talking about something like this with her. Up to this point they had just been faceless cocks in her mind. Now all of a sudden the reality of what was about to happen was taking root in her sex crazed brain. How many of these men might she know? The supermarket, the neighborhood, her girls sports teams. Her stomach cramped up. What if one of them was from her church? Jack opened the second floor bathroom door and stood in the doorway as he spoke to Debbie. "You almost ready slut?" There was a tenderness in his voice. He had never been harsh or handled her in anger at any time since they'd started their affair. But he had always been firm and dominating. The two qualities Debbie was drawn to like a moth to the flame. "You look damn good today slut!" "Thank you Master." Debbie replied. She paused. "Master, may I ask a question?" "Of course! What is it?" "How many cocks will I be servicing today sir?" Jack laughed. "Six total. I've invited five guys to our little fuckfest." Debbie's cunt twitched as she thought about being used by six men. Their hands all over her body. Their cocks filling her every hole. Their spunk filling her and covering her body. Jack anticipated her next question. "And yes! You do know one of them!" His eyes stayed fixed on her as he waited to see her reaction. What he saw told him he was pushing her further into his domination and humiliation of her. "But you'll see soon enough. Now get your ass downstairs. I have something for you." Debbie followed Master downstairs, still only wearing her garter, stockings and heels. Her tits bounced with every step she made. She followed him to the cabinet he had taken the paddle from just a few minutes before. He pulled out a small elongated box and handed it to her. She took it and opened it. It was a black felt collar with the initials JB embossed on it in what looked like stainless steel. The same metal was used around the length of it in an ornamental pattern. Finally, there was a metal loop on the end of it right next to the clasp. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry. "Thank you Master. It's beautiful!" "I'm glad you like it." He replied as he took it out of the box and prepared to put it around her neck. Debbie lifted the back of her hair as he reached around her neck with it. "Just so you'll know. The metal is platinum. Gold looked too tacky. And besides, you're more valuable to me than gold." Debbie smiled at the compliment. "Do you know what the initials stand for?" "No sir!" Debbie answered shyly, although she had a good idea. "Jack's Bitch!" Jack finished fastening the collar around her neck and then spun it. "Does that feel comfortable?" The material was so soft, Debbie could hardly tell she had it on. "Oh yes! Very comfortable! Thank you Master." "This will serve as a reminder to the guys today who you belong to." Master wouldn't give her any information about who was coming, what the parameters were for what they could do to her or how long this would last. He was going to keep her guessing and wondering every step of the way. The unknown only heightened her arousal. "I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to require you to wear it when you go home." Then his eyes lit up with that sinister look. "Maybe I'll make you wear it to church." He laughed hard. He knew in his mind he wasn't going to demand that of her. At least not yet. But the reaction he saw on his slut's face was priceless. He then reached inside the cabinet and brought out a 6' walking chain with a latch on one end and a large leather looped handle on the other. He attached the chain to her collar and led her across the room next to his chair. Next to his chair was an oversized square pillow, about 3'x3'. "This is your place when I don't have something for you to do. Understand slut?" "Yes sir!" Debbie said with a voice eager to please. Although her anxiety level was rising with each passing minute as she worried who it was that she was going to know walking through that door shortly. "Good girl!" He took the chain off her. "Go make a fresh pot of coffee. I'm guessing the guys will want some." Jack sat in his chair and watched with admiration as his bitch walked into the kitchen. "That is one fine piece of ass!" he mumbled to himself as she walked away. Debbie walked back into the living room after completing her task and knelt down on the pillow next to her Master's chair. Jack began stroking her head and hair with a gentleness she had come to crave as much as the times he spanked her. After several minutes, "Get up here!" he ordered her. Debbie stood and climbed in his lap, curling up in his arms. This had become Debbie's favorite position. She loved having his arms wrapped around her, feeling their strength, after he'd just taken her hard. They began kissing as Master's left hand explored her tits. Debbie's body was covered in goosebumps as his fingers caressed her sensitive breasts, trailing outwards till his fingertips were dancing over her nipples. He took her nipple between thumb and index finger and pinched until she gasped in his mouth. Jack played with her tits till he felt her squirming in his lap, needing more. He broke their kiss long. "Now feed me your tits." Debbie cupped her right breast and lifted it without hesitation. Jack sucked in her nipple, nibbling and sucking on it as his left hand trailed down her stomach and between her legs. Debbie spread her legs as much as her position in Master's lap would allow. His fingers played with her clit alternating between rubbing it lightly and pinching it. He could feel her orgasm approaching. Jack pulled off her tit long enough to see the glazed look on her face. She was a bitch in heat, and she was about to be pushed further than she'd ever been pushed before. "You need to cum, don't you slut?" His question was meant to taunt her. He already knew the answer. "Oooohhhh, yes sir! I do!" Debbie moaned, her voice sounding more like a small child in need than a woman overcome with sexual desire. "Well you can't! Today your role is to service the cocks I bring to you." He continued to play with her clit as he spoke. Debbie whimpered with need. "Please!" Master pulled her into his body and held her tightly. "No Little One! Soon enough! I want to keep you mindful of who you belong to." He pulled his hand from between her legs and fed his fingers to her one at a time. Debbie sucked and licked them clean of her juices. "Good girl!" Just as she finished cleaning Master's hand they both heard vehicles driving up the driveway to the house. "It sounds like our guests have arrived. Why don't you get back down on your pillow and wait like the good slut you are." Debbie crawled back down to the pillow, her pulse quickening as the sound of vehicles got closer. What had been an exciting, erotic thought before was now becoming reality. She felt like she was going to come out of her skin, the mixture of fear and excitement was so intense her stomach began to cramp up. Jack walked to the front door and opened it just as the men he'd invited stepped up onto the porch. The five he had invited were men he knew he could trust. Jack had also spelled out very clearly the rules for not only the day's festivities, but how they were to conduct themselves when they saw Debbie outside of this setting. Jack had also let them know what the consequences would be if they broke his rules. As Jack told each of them, "My bitch, my rules!" Each man had acknowledged Jack's rules. Each man had also worked with Jack long enough to know he meant what he said. None of them had any intention of breaking any of his rules. "Hey guys! Good morning!" He shook each of their hands as they walked through his front door. Brant was in his early 30's and Jack's lead electrician. Adam was in his mid 40's and Jack's number one plumbing contractor. Adam brought Tom, his helper, a young guy in his late 20's. Walt was in his mid 40's also and acted as Jack's lead carpenter. Right behind him was Ted, Walt's helper. One of the biggest black guys any of them had ever worked with. Ted was in his late 30's. All five guys stood in the foyer waiting for direction from Jack. "I hope you boys are ready for some fun. I know you all busted a gut getting that last house done on schedule, and I just wanted to show you a little appreciation." Jack led them into the living room where Debbie was still kneeling on her pillow with head bowed, not in submission, but in fear of looking up. She kept telling herself that maybe if I don't look at them, they won't recognize me. The room became silent as the six men entered it. All of them stared at the sensuous creature that was kneeling before them. Adam was the first to speak. "Jack, that is one gorgeous bitch you've got there!" "I'll second that!" Brant chimed in. "And she's got great tits too!" "Guys," Jack was going to introduce her to them. "This is Debbie. But today her name is Slut! She's here to serve us however we want!" Walt chuckled as he finally recognized her. "Well I'll be damned! If it isn't the prudish Miss Debbie!" Then he started laughing out loud. Debbie recognized the voice and instinctively looked up. Staring down at her was the man who had stared at her so many other times in church. His look in church had left her no doubts what he was thinking. Now she was to serve him as his slut for the day. Walt walked up to her and tilted her head back so she had to look up at him. "Guess I'll finally get to enjoy what you like to flaunt around in public." Jack interrupted Walt's show of force. "See that collar on my slut?" "Yeah, what about it?" Walt asked with an edge to his voice. "She's my slut!" Jack said with his own tone. Then he walked up to stand beside Walt. "Don't forget it!" Walt looked at him and nodded, acknowledging Jack's ownership of Debbie. "Now why don't you boys sit down." Jack had purposely arranged the living room so that there were two couches facing each other with about 5' between them, with two easy chairs, one at each end of couches, they too facing each other. He'd formed them into a circle for his first order of business. "Any of you boys want a cup of coffee?" Brant was the first to speak up and acknowledge that he did, which led to all five wanting a cup. Of the five, Brant was the natural leader, and Jack knew it. Jack sat down in his chair next to Debbie. "See what each wants in his coffee slut and go get them," he ordered her. "Yes sir!" Debbie replied softly. Her humiliation was greater than anything she imagined. Her cunt was dripping. She stood and walked into the kitchen, every man watching every step she took. Her tits bounced and ass swayed with each step. "Damn Jack! That slut of yours has nice set of tits!" Ted grumbled. "I can't wait to feel that white meat wrapped around my black cock." Jack smiled. "In time! She's a natural slut. She knows how to use those tits of hers. That's for sure." He paused. "Now, one order of business. How many of you boys are expecting to use my slut's oral skills? In other words, a blow job?" They all chimed in at once that they were. "Fair enough! Then before any of you get her pussy, you all have to eat it. I think that's only fair. You want head, you give head." Jack hadn't said anything to Debbie prior to this about her being pleasured in anyway. But he knew his slut. He knew what this would do to her. He knew that after she'd been eaten out by five guys her body and mind would belong to him completely. If she was really addicted to his domination of her, this would seal it. This part wasn't about the guys. This part was about his slut. Debbie walked back in several minutes later with six mugs of coffee on a tray, each prepared exactly as was ordered. She leaned down in front of each man, her tits hanging for his inspection, and handed him his mug. When she was finished she returned to her pillow next to Master and knelt down. Master reattached the chain to her collar, then held it up. "I think we'll do this according to age. Since you older guys will take longer to recover." That got a good laugh from most of them and a grumble from Tom who would be last. Master stood up to lead Slut across the floor to Adam who was sitting opposite him. This was by far the most humiliation Master had inflicted on her thus far. As she crawled across the floor, her tits swayed and the men's verbal abuse began. "You got yourself a real whore there Jack!" Walt said excitedly. "How much you want for her?" "Not for sale! Besides, you don't have enough money for this slut!" Ted reached out and smacked her ass as she crawled past him. "You're going to know you've been fucked after I shove my cock up your ass slut!" Debbie's cunt was gushing like a broken faucet that couldn't be shut off. The more they humiliated her, the hornier she got. 'What is wrong with me?' she asked herself. 'Damn I love it so much! I am a dirty slut!' Jack stopped in front of Adam and handed him the chain. "Enjoy!" Adam took the chain and lifted it forcing Slut's head up as he reached down with his other hand and grabbed one of her tits. "Take that cock out and let's see what kind of a cock sucking slut you are." Debbie saw the lust in his eyes as he stared at her. The grin on his face widened as she unbuckled his pants. He lifted his hips just enough for her to slide his pants and shorts down his legs. His semi-hard cock flopped out as his shorts cleared it. Debbie pulled his pants down to his ankles. Adam yanked the chain and pulled her head into his crotch. Debbie breathed in the musky odor of his manhood as he held her head over his cock. There was something she found intoxicating about the smell of a man's body. "Show me what you got slut?" Adam taunted her. "Jack was bragging on what a cock sucking whore you are. Let's see if he was bullshitting me." Debbie didn't want to disappoint her Master. She wrapped her small hands around his hardening shaft as she dipped her head and sucked in one of his nuts. She used her tongue to tease his nut sack as her lips and teeth racked over it. All while her hands stroked up and down the length of his shaft. "OH SHIT JACK!" Adam moaned his approval as he looked across the room at him. "This whore of yours really knows how to use her fuck hole." Adam's voicing his approval of Debbie's oral skills got the rest of the guys even more excited, and the catcalls began. "Come on man! Fuck the whore's face and get it over with! I wanna gag that slut!" "Me too man! I got a load I'm gonna fill the whore's gut with!" "Not me! I'm going to blow my load all over her face after I fuck those big fucking cow tits!" Debbie felt her cunt throbbing as her juices ran down her legs. The more the men talked about her like a cheap whore, the more turned on she became. She had never been so humiliated and yet so turned on at the same time. Her two girls flashed through her mind as Adam grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. She gagged as the head slid into the opening of her throat. Adam held her in place as her body wretched and convulsed. He then pulled her head off allowing her to gulp in air. Tears were streaming down her face as Adam pulled her head back to look up at him. The look on his face both frightened and excited Debbie. "Time for a good face fucking you little cum slut!" He shoved her head back down on his cock and began a brutal face fucking. The room was filled with the noise of Debbie gagging and gurgling as Adam fucked her mouth with a fury. Finally, after several minutes his cock erupted in her mouth filling it with his salty jism. Adam grunted his approval with every spasm. Debbie did her best to swallow all that was pumped into her mouth, but found it difficult with the head of his cock pushing against the back of her throat. A slimy string of his jism mixed with her own spit ran out of her mouth, down her chin and onto the floor. Adam held her head in place until he'd finished emptying himself. Debbie choked down as much of his seed as his cock allowed her to swallow. She came up gasping for air as soon as her head was released. He was just about to hand the chain to Walt, whose turn was next, when he noticed the puddle on the floor between his legs. "Clean that mess up you cum slut! I don't want Jack's rug ruined because of you." Debbie reached down with her fingers to scoop up what hadn't soaked in already. "Uh-uh!" Adam chuckled. He started pushing her head down. "Get down there and lick it clean." Debbie's humiliation continued as she lowered herself and began licking her Master's rug clean. The room was filled with the laughter of the men as she fulfilled her task as a cheap slut. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' her brain kept screaming. 'No matter how much I'm humiliated, I can't get enough.' She began to loathe herself for what she had become. And yet, she couldn't wait to see how she would be used next, and how they would humiliate her. Adam handed the chain to Walt as he looked at Jack. "How much you want for this bitch?" Jack just shook his head. "I told you she's mine and she's not for sale!" "Come one Jack!" Adam argued with him as Debbie crawled across the floor and knelt between Walt's legs. "Every bitch has a price tag on them. Name your price. I'd even let you come visit her," he added laughing. "No! Discussion over! She's not for sale! Not now! Not ever! Now enjoy the day!" Jack made up his mind at that point he wasn't inviting any of these guys back again. This would be a one time experience for both of them, and the video he was recording of it would be his trump card to make sure it stayed that way. He trusted these guys. But he also knew what a good woman could do to the sanest of men. And Debbie wasn't just a good woman, she was an incredible slut. The more he thought about how good she was the more he got turned on again. Walt pulled her chain till her face was right in front of his stomach. He had developed a slight beer belly over the last few years. Debbie had seen him numerous times at church, and every time she had been repulsed by the way he looked at her. Now she knelt before him naked, except for her stockings and heels. Her cunt twitched and stomach churned as she looked up into his eyes as he leered at her with pure lust in them. "Well if it isn't the proper Miss Debbie, or should I say Miss Slut. The bitch who likes to flaunt her tits!" Debbie had no idea what he was talking about. She'd always tried to dress conservatively when she went to church. "I always wondered what these cow tits looked like! The way you strut around like some snooty bitch! Now these tits are mine!" Walt reached down with both hands and took her nipples between his thumb and index finger. He began to slowly pinch them, increasing the pressure slowly. "Now I learn that little Miss Slut is a dirty little whore!" Debbie winced as the pain increased in her tits. She could feel her juices trickling down her legs. "Is that what you are bitch? Are you a dirty little whore?" "Aaaahhhh!" she cried out as her nipples were brutalized. "Yes! Yes! I'm a dirty little whore!" she gasped. "What else are you whore?" Walt asked as he rolled her nipples in his fingers. Debbie's Addiction Ch. 03 "Oooohhhh!" she was almost wailing now. "I'm a cum slut! A fucking pig!" Tom got up from his seat and walked over to Debbie, bent over and ran his hand between her legs from behind. Debbie moaned at his touch as his fingers ran over her engorged clit. He pulled his hand out from between her legs and held it up for all to see. It was soaked with her juices. "Damn Jack! This bitch of yours is one wild slut! She's soaked!" Jack just smiled. He had known for weeks that this was something Debbie would eat up like the true slut she was. The harder he'd pushed her the more she craved it. The day was turning out far better than he'd imagined it would. Walt released her tits. "Alright you filthy whore! Suck my cock! Maybe I'll give you $10 if you do a good job. That's about all a cheap whore like you is worth!" Debbie unbuckled his pants and pulled them down the way she did with Adam. She realized they were going to make her do everything as part of her humiliation. Before she had a chance to position herself Walt grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her face into his cock. Debbie's nostrils were filled with the odor of his body. She wondered how long it had been since he'd showered. Knowing what was expected of her she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out and licked the length of his shaft, knowing she was about to get another face fucking. Walt guided her head up and down as she licked and sucked the length of his shaft. "I wonder what the ladies of the church would think if they saw Miss Slut sucking cock like the dirty whore she is!" Walt laughed as he pictured some of their reactions in his head. He pulled her head to the top of his cock and shoved her mouth down the length of it. Again, Debbie gagged slightly as the head of his shaft hit the back of her throat. But she was beginning to adjust to the treatment her mouth and throat were getting. Walt commenced his own furious fucking of her mouth and throat. Once again the room was filled with Debbie's slurping and gagging as her mouth was fucked by a man she had always loathed. What was her life going to be like after this she kept asking herself. Her jaw was getting sore from being stretched and used so roughly. And the day was just beginning. Walt's face fucking went on unrelentingly and without mercy. She could tell he was holding off for as long as possible. Finally, she heard him grunt and felt his cock swell. His fingers wrapped themselves in her hair as he grabbed her head with both hands. "OOOHHH! FUCK!" Walt grunted loudly. His body shook, then his cock erupted in her mouth. He filled her mouth with his spunk as Debbie obediently swallowed every drop of his cream. She realized at that moment she was becoming cock hungry cum slut. She was quickly developing a taste for male cream. She loved its texture, its pungent smell and its salty flavor. Walt grunted with each ejaculation. His hands released her head and fell to his sides. Walt sat there panting as he tried to calm his breathing. Without realizing it Debbie continued to suck on his cock, draining it of every drop she could get. The guys watched in amazement as she sucked and licked his cock, even as it began to soften. Ted just shook his head amazed at what he was watching. "Jack! You've got one helluva slut here! I can see why you don't want to let her go. A quality slut like this is hard to come by." He leaned over and held out his hand for the chain from Walt. Walt handed him the chain as he grabbed Debbie by the chin. "I'm not done with you yet slut." Ted pulled on the chain, directing Debbie between his legs just like the first two had. He smiled down at her. "You ever been fucked by a black cock before bitch?" he asked in his deep voice. Just the sound of his voice made Debbie's stomach jump and cunt twitch. "No sir!" her voice sounded more like a little girl's than a woman's. Debbie knelt there trembling. "You know what to do slut! What are you waiting for?" Debbie took down his pants as she'd done twice before. Ted's cock sprang from his shorts as they were pulled down. Debbie stared momentarily at his massive manhood. It wasn't the biggest cock she'd ever seen. But it was a good 8" of thick black male meat. What amazed Debbie more was the size of his nutsack. It looked like a softball hanging between his legs. Ted grinned when he saw the look on her face as she stared at his cock and balls. "Get to work slut! From what I've seen so far, you know what to do. I like having my balls sucked on. So start sucking you dirty whore." He grumbled as he pulled on her chain. Debbie took his balls and shaft in her hands and stroked them gently. She lifted his nutsack and sucked one of his balls into her mouth, using her tongue to tease it. She then moved over to the other nut. She was rewarded with a groan of satisfaction from Ted as he lay his head back. "Mmmmmm! Damn Jack! You do have one good fucking whore here! I can see why you won't let her go! Hell, I'd question your sanity if you let her go!" He looked down and jerked her chain, like he would a dog he was walking. "OK slut! Suck on that cock for awhile!" Debbie started working his cock, licking the length of it, fearful of what it was going to be like if he tried to shove his full manhood inside her mouth. She didn't have long to wonder. Ted grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved his cock in her mouth until his balls hit her chin. Debbie felt her stomach convulse as her body naturally wanted to spit out the object that had just invaded her throat. Ted held her there momentarily, then pulled her head off his cock. Debbie coughed and choked as her lungs gulped in as much air as they could. "Spit on that cock slut!" Debbie spit all the saliva her body had coughed up onto his shaft and rubbed it in with her hands. Ted then shoved her head back down on his cock again and repeated the process. After the sixth repetition Debbie's phlegm covered his cock and was running down his balls. "Now let's see if this whore of yours knows how to use those cow tits of hers." Ted said to Jack, while staring down at Debbie. "Go on slut! Show me what you can do with those funbags!" Still coughing from the assault on her throat, Debbie leaned forward, took his soaked cock in the valley between her tits, then squeezed them together. She began a steady humping up and down as she held his cock firmly in place between her tits. "OH FUCK YEAH!" Ted moaned his approval. "Nothing I enjoy more than watching a white slut work my cock with her tits!" He grinned down at her. "You know what they say slut? Once you've had black, there's no going back." The other guys laughed and voiced their opinion of his overly inflated ego. "You're full of shit too!" Jack laughed. Ted grinned at him. "Yeah I am! I'm also getting a great tit fuck from your bitch!" He turned his gaze on Debbie. "I can't wait to feel what her ass feels like wrapped around my cock. A nice tight white ass." The sloshing sound of Ted's cock being pumped between Debbie's tits was the only sound heard as the group watched in silence as she performed like the slut she'd become. "Spit on that cock slut! Need some more lube!" Ted ordered her. Ted lasted the longest of the first three. He held off intentionally enjoying every second of this white slut's use of her tits for his pleasure. Debbie knew he was close when he started to grunt with each thrust of her tits. She squeezed them a little tighter as she milked his seed. Then without warning, "OH FUCK BITCH!" Ted yelled. His cock began spitting his milk all over Debbie's neck and tits. His first shot hit the bottom of her chin and ran down her neck. His second shot covered her neck. The rest covered her tits. Debbie now looked the part of what she knew she had become, a cum slut. Ted wouldn't release her until she'd milked every drop of his seed from his body. Debbie continued using her tits the way she knew was expected. When Ted finally released her, she sat back on her legs and began scooping up his spunk from her neck and tits and feeding it into her mouth. Brant and Tom each took their turn with her, filling her mouth with their cocks then cum, as they face fucked her with the same intensity as the first two guys. When Tom was finished he handed her chain back to Jack who led to back to the middle of the room, where he left her kneeling. He returned to his seat and sat down to admire his slut. Thus far it was only her mouth and tits that had been well used. Her cunt and ass were about to become the focal point of their assault. "I hope you boys have enjoyed yourselves thus far!" "Hell yeah!" Brant replied. "Jack, that slut of yours is worth millions!" Jack nodded at Brant's compliment. "Did you hear that slut?" he asked Debbie. "What do you say slut?" "Thank you sir!" Debbie replied without looking up. "Good slut! Now gentlemen, let's take this downstairs to continue our fun!"