0 comments/ 10490 views/ 3 favorites The Girl with the Whore Tattoo Pt. 01 By: Cassiel13 It'd been a few days since you'd gotten your tattoo, but the mild pain in your lower back reminded you of its presence. The fellow who inked it onto your body was a spindly and a bit sleazy, but he had been quite skilled. Surprisingly the thin man took very little convincing to ink the words "PUBLIC WHORE" into your flesh, and didn't ask any questions about the location or word choice. Your Master had been quite exacting in where those words went, and both sat just above your backside. Each one was high enough that pants didn't cover it, but low enough that a tanktop would show it off. And, in fact, that was just what you were doing. Both words were plainly visible to anyone looking as you headed toward your car. Neither your shoulderless purple tanktop nor hip-hugging jean miniskirt covered them in the slightest, and you were absolutely certain that everyone you passed got a good look of your new identity. The purple choker with a heart name tag, and the word "Slut" engraved upon it, stood in for your pretty little shock collar that had to remain at home during day trips. Of course, you'd been forbidden to wear panties by your owner since they simply got in his way when he was horny, and you obeyed that rule even on outings. The heat emanating from your cheeks spoke volumes as to your embarrassment, and that heat grew each time your heels clicked against the pavement. Oddly that heat was accompanied by two other warm feelings. Your tattoo had been gradually warming up since this morning. What originally felt like a warm towel pressed against your back had grown into the stinging heat of a fresh scratch. The last heat was the tingling of faint arousal that had settled into your belly. Perhaps it was the rush of being tattooed, the love shown to your rear by your Master the night before, or maybe you simply enjoyed the risk of not bothering with panties on public outings. Regardless of the cause that tinge of arousal had become a constant companion since getting your tattoo. However, today was different, and perhaps the kiss of your Master's paddle had shaken something loose. What was formerly a warmth had grown into a raging inferno as the day dragged on and your tattoo heated up. Every person that passed, every set of eyes that played across your skin, and every whisper seemed to excite you in a new and odd way. It's frankly amazing that no one noticed the plain smell of arousal coming from your uncovered pussy. It didn't take long for your attention to be focused almost exclusively on getting home, getting to your Master, stripping down, slipping on your collar, and being treated like the eager slut you were. Of course, those thoughts intensified as you found your car. Unfortunately, you also found someone waiting at it. The tall fellow-a tourist based on the crumpled map in his hands and the lost look on his face-glances around the street looking for something. Perhaps his vehicle? Or maybe a taxi? Either way, his presence was mostly an annoyance. You reach for your keys while putting on a practiced face of indifference, and seem set to ignore him and get in your vehicle. "Excuse me", he says in a harsher tone than one expects from a tourist, "miss. Can you help me? I'm looking for St. Finn Barre's Cathedral." You shake your head and open your mouth to mutter an apology, but then your eyes meet his. You don't quite understand what happens next as a burning heat flushes through your lower body, and instead of apologizing you say something totally insane. "Y-Ya. I'll help you, but only if you cum in my pussy." What did you just say? Both you and the tourist seem stunned by the words coming out of your mouth, but he recovers his composure first and laughs. The heat of your tattoo feels like a brand pressed against your flesh, but rather than pain it only brings a delirious sensation of desire. He opens his mouth to say something, but you reach out and grab his wrist. "You're serious then, aren't you?" The man's words flip a switch in your head, and you find yourself mindlessly nodding along. The words tumble out of your mouth without ever entering into your brain. "A shag and a creampie and I'm all yours." Yet those words seem so odd and alien, yet they still come. You keep speaking even as you try to wrestle control of your mouth away from whatever insane thread of reasoning took it over. "Come on. We'll find someplace private. Just fuck me and fill me up." You turn to lead the man-whose confusion has firmly been replaced by a look of lust-to an alleyway nearby. The scent of your practically drooling pussy grew so strong that you're certain he could smell it. It'd be embarrassing to be so close to another person, smelling like a bitch in heat, if he wasn't plainly interested. The two of you find yourself in an alley between what smelled like a coffee shop and what looked like an office building. Neither homeless nor pedestrians were visible, and the heat pressing against your back told you this was good enough. Immediately you turn to your soon-to-be lover, look down, and see that he's plainly aroused through the bulge in his dress pants. Your tongue flicks out and runs across your lips, and you reach down to unzip his pants. An erect penis, covered in the thin cloth of his underwear, sticks out from the hole of his zipper. It doesn't take much to expose his cock completely, and soon you're staring down the erect and circumcised dick of a total stranger. Your face flushes completely as the rational part of your brain considers what you're going to do, while the rest of your brain turns your body around. You face the wall, place your hands against it, and perk up your backside like some animal in heat. You were horny, and the details didn't matter, but certainly he'd put on a condom first, right? You quickly realize you only have a few moments of rationality left to contemplate the future, and briefly a desire to refuse surfaces in your mind. You were about to fuck a complete stranger, and you even asked him to cum inside. You open your mouth to refuse, but then his finger runs along your tattoo. Any attempt in your mind to refuse instead comes out as a whimpering begging at his touch. "A whore, huh?" His hands move to your sides and you find yourself held in place firmly. It was far too late to refuse now, even if you had any desire to do so. He takes a moment to press the head of his cock against your pussy, splits your moist lips easily, and in one fluid motion thrusts forward hard enough to hilt himself inside you. The motion jam his hard zipper into your soft flesh, and the pain of having hard metal biting into your lips mixes with the pleasure of having your depths forcibly pried open by his thick invader. A deep sultry moan escapes your lips as the heat in your pussy abates due to the presence of the stranger's dick. The throaty moan elicits some surprise from your lover, and he tries to pull out. Immediately you shift your weight and press your rear against him, recapturing some of his dick that escaped and simultaneously telling him to continue. The stranger picks up on your cue, and begins thrusting into your eager pussy in earnest. Each vigorous thrust slaps his crotch against your ass, digs his cock deep into your depths, and jabs the hard metal of his zipper against your lips simultaneously. The pleasure and pain sandwich causes your pussy to tighten around his cock and moan again. He settles into a strong rhythm, varying it up with long and short thrusts, and soon every movement of his veiny throbbing monster is just pure bliss. Whether you were his first Irish whore or not: It quickly becomes obvious that he's enjoying himself immensely. You can vaguely hear his panting at the edges of your consciousness as the heat nestled deep within your pussy spreads throughout your body. Soon it crashes into your head like a pink tidal wave of pleasure, and you become vaguely aware of him speeding up. Instinctively you realize he's getting close to orgasm, and your pussy tightens as if to trap him inside. The tiny fraction of reason left in you shouts out that a strange man is about to cum in your pussy, and it briefly considers the ramifications. What if you were to get knocked up here, in a dirty alleyway, getting shagged by some strange man? But that doesn't last long as an explosion of pleasure blows it away, and you feel the man's cock bury itself deep into your pussy. Your orgasm tightens your muscles around his dick, and you're rewarded with a white hot dose of semen. The feeling of warm cum being squirted into you sends electricity down your spine, and a deep sigh escapes you. His hips jerk slightly as he pumps wave after wave of thick cum into you, and your pussy drinks up every drop he squirts out. After a few moments of peace he pulls out of you, and you immediately feel some of his cum leak out of your body. You slowly rise to a standing position as the heat in your pussy subsides, apparently sated by the cum squirted into it. "O-Oh. Thank you for that. I... I needed it." Your words come out in ragged breaths, and you slowly give him directions to the Cathedral as his warm seed starts leaking out of you. The heat on your back starts rising once more as the sticky warmth of his cum starts to flow down your thigh. It looks like you'll need to feed again soon. The Girl with the Whore Tattoo Pt. 02 With the heat on your back and in your gut subsiding you're left with a sense of rationality once more. The thick load shot deep inside you has started to mix with your own juices, and the cocktail is quickly seeking a way out. Cleaning up before going home would be the best plan, but as you head out of the alley you quickly realize one fatal flaw with your plan. A glob of cum and lube cocktail drips from your freshly fucked pussy and rolls down your thigh. The droplet leaves a sticky streak down your leg, and a shameful blush spreads across your face. Any place that would let you clean up would also see that you'd just been creampied. You think back to the strange way you acted around that tourist, and the heat in your back and belly intensifies. Well, showing people that you're a slut isn't so bad, right? You stumble out of the alley like a drunk, and start wandering down the street past your car hunting for a place to clean up. It'd be just plain disrespectful to show up at your Master's place with another man's cum in you, and so you'll bear the shame if it means showing up with a clean pussy for Master to play with. It takes some time to find a pub that's open and might allow for non-customers to use the restroom. The pub's fairly clean, and only populated by the bartender and a burly fellow who looks down on his luck. Both of them look to you when you enter, and after several seconds of silence it becomes obvious that they're staring. "C-Can I use the restroom?" A quick point of the finger and a nod of them head is all the response you get, and you head over while leaving a visible trail of liquid behind you. Once inside the restroom you quickly discover that you aren't alone: A tall and thin redheaded woman stares at one of the mirrors while applying charcoal black lipstick. She looks vaguely familiar, as if you'd seen her before in a dream or nightmare, but a name doesn't leap forward to assign itself to her face. She smacks her black lips together, puts away her make-up, then turns to face you. She's boldly wearing a practically skintight white cocktail dress so sheer you could see her underwear-if she were wearing any. A pair of heels matching her dress's color, and an odd looking red-and-black choker that seems just slightly too small for her, finish our her ensemble. Looking at the choker excites some animal part of your brain, and you feel a sting of heat from your back once more. How can she even breathe in that thing? Her D-cup bust is plainly larger than your own, but her waistline and hips give her a slimmer figure than your own. Her face and tanned skin sell her as a foreigner, but where precisely is hard to place. She has mixes of Arabian,German, Greek, and Persian that look like those composite images of people on the internet. Her body seems to carry very little fat aside from her bulging chest, and even less muscle is visible on her frame. An oddly competitive thought pops into your mind, and you immediately brush her off as someone your Master would not be interested in. Content in your meagre victory you find that she's been evaluating you as well, but not nearly in the same way. Her oddly dark eyes seem to strip you bare, and she stares at you like a shopper judging a choice cut of meat. There's plainly no illusion of you as a person in her mind, but rather she's already decided what you are: A meal. A dark smile spreads across her lips, and for some reason your tattoo starts to burn. Not the pleasurable warmth it had when that tourist fucked you, but a stinging pain that causes you to yelp and drop to your knees. Some rational part of your brain says someone had to have stuck you with something, but trying to move your hands to your back proves impossible. You look up at the woman from your position on your knees, and the pain in your back instantly disappears as the warmth from before returns. "On your knees already? Ha. I suppose it fits you. You certainly look happier like that." You can't recall smiling, but the thought of being on your knees in front of her makes you happy. It feels correct. Perhaps she's right. Perhaps you do belong on your knees rather than standing like a real person. That thought heats up your face and your belly, but not as much as her movement. She steps toward you in the familiar click-clack of shoes, and instinctively your gaze goes down to her shoes. It'd be impolite to look her in the eyes. Both of her heels are immaculately white and quite tall, and you briefly consider the dexterity necessary to walk so confidently in those. Wait, why did you think about being polite to this person? She stops in front of you, and seems to admire you in silence for a moment. "Rough, but you know your place." She reaches down to grab your chin, and pulls your vision upward. Eventually she stops your head as you're staring at the hem of her cocktail dress, and you understand what she wants from you. But acting without being told would be disrespectful. "Give me a kiss, pet." You lean forward without a word or even a second thought, slipping your head under her dress and craning your neck to see what she's hiding beneath it. It's not surprising in the slightest that she's forgone panties, and you're staring into her moist pussy like she's a goddess given flesh. You lean forward and awkwardly kiss her. A shiver runs up your spine as the familiar salty bitter taste of semen greets your tongue. You briefly consider what she was just doing before, but she reaches around to the back of your head and pulls you upward toward her. Your lips press against her own. "Eat me, pet. Clean it all up like a good girl." Your tongue slides out and spreads her open tentatively. The oddly sweet, almost fruit-like, taste of her pussy sends another shiver down your spine. You lean forward and dig your tongue into her depths, blushing intensely as the thought of being her toy, her tool, to use fills your head. You quickly become certain she was busy before when your tongue starts finding globs of sticky bitterness her previous lover left inside her. You pull them free, suckling softly to pull them into your own mouth, and swallow them without a second thought. A glob of cum drips out of your own pussy, and a deep but thoroughly enjoyable sense of shame fills you. Here you were kneeling down in front of a stranger you'd just met, eating her out with little more than a few words shared between you, and drinking the cum another stranger had squirted into her without protest. And what's worse: You were enjoying it. You weren't even a sex toy to her. Just something to clean her pussy out. You had somehow become less than the whore you'd been for that tourist, and devolved into nothing but a tool. After several minutes of kissing, suckling, and licking her pussy the woman relaxes and allows you to pull away. She forces you to tilt your head back until you have to look her in the eye. "You're a good pet, and an excellent pussy-cleaner. I would love to keep you, but something tells me someone else claimed you." Being praised for such shamelessness reminds you of your Master, but the woman takes no head of it. She steps away, then motions for you to stand. You do so without thought, and simply watch her hypnotic style of movement. The sway of her hips, her confident stride, and the way her chest jiggles makes it impossible to look away. Certainly she couldn't be showing off for you, but perhaps she simply moved in that eye-catching way out of reflex? Rather than leave she straightens her dress, turns around to look at you, and motions for you to follow. "Come on pet. My friends need a whore to help them, and you're just the kind of meat they'd love to fuck." Your body flushes with equal parts excitement, shame, and joy. You couldn't possibly do that. You'd only come in to clean up, but now she was wanting you to fuck who knows how many people? But those thoughts are blown away when she narrows her eyes and gives you a cross look. The heat of your tattoo stings once more, and your body moves to follow her despite the protests from the tiny bit of rationality left in you. She stops you at the door, then points to a nearby sink. "Leave your clothes there. You won't need them." "B-but I've-" A firm hand grasps your chin, and you stop speaking immediately. The woman glares at you, but doesn't strike you. All the same, her angry gaze feels like a blow to the gut. "Strip, whore." You find yourself shrugging off your top quickly, exposing your breasts to the world, without any further protest. Your skirt goes with it, but you keep your choker on. That was your collar when you were in public, and no one could remove it except your Master. Oddly, the woman makes no comment on your choice to leave it on. But she does reach up and pinches one of your bare nipples. A sharp tinge of pain shoots through you as she twists her fingers. "Unpierced?" She pulls on the nipple captured between her finger and thumb. "Surprising. Perhaps he's keeping it in his pocket as a reward." She finally lets go of your sore flesh and addresses you directly. "Tell your Master when you see him that were you were disrespectful and refused to be an obedient cumdump. I'm sure he'll be quite happy to hear that." With that said the woman walks out of the bathroom, and you follow without a word. You find yourself in front of the bar, naked as the day you were born, except for the cloth collar trapping your neck. The two men there stare, dumbstruck, at you and don't seem to notice the tall stately woman at your side. A disgraceful sense of pride comes from that minor reaction, but they notice her as soon as she coughs. "Gentlemen. I know you're having troubles at home. So, I've provided you with this nubile young whore to be your cumdump for the evening." A sharp slap on the ass from the woman elicits a yelp from you, and she unceremoniously pushes you forward. "Please, do what you will to her, as long as she isn't hurt. She won't try to stop you, will you slut?" No thought goes into your response, and you reflexively deny it. "N-No. I-I won't stop you." "What a good girl. So, be a good little whore and tell them what you want." "F-fuck me. P-Please. My pussy, my ass, my mouth: Please fuck me wherever you'd like!" You speak without thinking, and your body practically turns pink as you blush from the words coming out of your mouth. Yet you wouldn't deny them, even in the private chamber of your own mind. The two men look confused, glancing at one another as if this were a trick or some kind of hallucination, but the woman simply slaps your ass once more. The loud crack of her hand across your flesh, your pained yelp, and the shameful look of enjoyment that spread across your face is all the convincing they needed. Both men strip off their clothes as they approach you, and the woman guides you over to a smaller table. She instructs you to lay across it, and soon you're on your belly staring at the men as they approach. One's already hard, and seems larger than that tourist from this morning. Your tongue darts out to licks your lips, and he seems to notice. In moments you're staring down his veiny erection, and without ceremony you part your lips and swallow him. His long cock fills your mouth quickly, but your position doesn't allow him into your throat. So instead you settle for softly suckling on his shaft and occasionally licking his knob, sometimes turning your head and letting him see your cheek bulge as you try to get him deeper into you. You start getting lost in servicing and worshiping the cock in front of you, but the other man quickly reminds you that you have more than one dick to take care of when he grips your hips. You wiggle your hips as little as you can, and the other fellow presses the tip of his member against your pussy. The cum dripping out of you from before, combined with the session with that woman in the bathroom, left you wetter than you had been after your paddling this morning. So your second lover easily spreads your pussy as he spears you with his cock. His sudden intrusion sends a shiver up your spine, and you moan around the dick in your mouth. The owner of the cock in your mouth thrusts upward, but all he succeeds in doing is blocking your air rather than getting into your throat. But the fear of not being able to breathe brings its own joy. You wiggle once more, trying to get the men impaling you on both ends to start moving, and they quickly oblige. Both thrust as deep into you as your spitroasted position allows, your pussy and mouth being abused simultaneously as the two strangers eagerly use your body for their own pleasure. Each thrust into your mouth cuts off your air supply for a few seconds, while each thrust into your pussy destroys more and more of your rationality. Thrice in one day you were getting slammed, used, and abused by total strangers. Your new lover's eager thrusting into your pussy picks up the pace, and you tighten up around him in reflex. A throaty moan escapes your throat, but it's cut off by more cock being fed to you. Thrusts from both men get faster and faster, and you can barely hear their breath coming in faster huffs over your pounding heartbeat. What little rationality left in you said to struggle. Both of them were getting close to orgasm, and this would be the second time today you'd be getting a creampie from a stranger. But even as you thought to to get away your body wiggled closer, and you rise your bottom toward him. The heat in you couldn't be sated so easily with a mere fucking. His cock throbs, and you try to perk your rear up so he can't escape. He thrusts into your pussy, and you squeeze him tightly. You want him to cum in you. You crave it. No, you need it. Your pussy was made to get fucked and filled with cum! The world explodes into starbursts of color as a sudden and powerful orgasm blows away what little rationality was left to argue against your acceptance of being a good little whore. Both your lovers oblige your unspoken request. The man using your pussy thrusts in deeply, and begins unloading his seed into you. The thick spurts of cum and sheer volume make it obvious that he hasn't been jerking it or getting laid recently. The cock in your mouth trembles, then sprays its thick man juice onto your tongue. Its owner moans and twitches, and you seal your lips around his shaft to catch everything he's got to give you. A few seconds pass, and you're stuck in the blissful feeling of having both mouth and pussy filled with delicious spunk. Both men eventually pull away, and you give a parting lick to the man you sucked off. You groggily look around, but the woman is gone. Both men are busy picking up what clothes they discarded, and you're left feeling quite happy and full. The woman's words ring through your head as you consider what to do next. You'd have to clean out the extra thick load occupying your pussy, and then tell Master that you tried to argue with someone. Oh boy, Master will definitely not like that. Not one bit.