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Cathy's Sick Desire

By: almostdead



Obeying nasty Hairy Harry

"Shit...of all times for the damn kitchen sink to get backed up," she shouted out loud. She had to get to work. It was Friday and the end of the month reports had to be turned in, or her ass was grass. She quickly called a few plumbing companies, but none of them could by before the middle of next week. That just wouldn't do, as the garbage in her sink was already starting to reek horribly.

One of the companies was kind enough to give her a phone number for a small independent plumber who might be able to help her out. When the man answered his phone after eight rings, with a harsh, "Yeah." His voice sounded old, was gravelly and panting heavily. Apparently he had been working hard at something and she hoped that he wasn't going to be tied up all day. She quickly explained her dilemma, and told him the general area in which she lived.

He responded gruffly saying, "Well, here's the way it is. I'm in the middle of a big fucking job right now and I ain't going to be though until late this afternoon. Where you live is way the fuck on the other side of town, so I'm going to have to drive through Friday rush hour traffic just to get there. I might make it by four O'clock, but it could as late as seven. If that's OK, say so now, otherwise you can call somebody else."

His harshness and foul language was rather off putting for her, but she knew that she'd never find anyone else now, so she agreed. It didn't really matter if he was crude. He just needed to be a good plumber.

He coughed, cleared his raspy throat and said, "Oh and one more thing bitch, I'll want a cold beer waiting for me when I get there."

Her feminist instincts kicked in immediately, as she shot back, "I beg your pardon; did you just call me a bitch? Furthermore, I have no intention of helping you to get drunk before you work for me. I simply can not believe..."

He cut her off, "Hey what the fuck is it with you bitches. Do you want me to fix your fucking sink or not. Look lady, I'm hot, dirty and still have a lot to do here, before I even think about getting over to your place. I ain't in no mood to take any shit from the likes of you, so quit being a fucking cunt. I might be foul mouthed and a damn chauvinist, but my prices are fair and I'll do a good job. I take pride in my work, even as nasty as the job is. The reason I work alone is because I don't have to take shit from anybody.

"Now if you still want me to help you out before the weekend, there's three things you've gotta say to me. First thing is, 'Please come all the way over to my fucking house and help me out of this bad fucking situation'. Second thing is, 'I'll have a fucking ice cold beer waiting for you'. And the third thing is, 'You can call me a fucking bitch or a fucking cunt, as long as you fix my fucking sink'. If you don't say those three things word for fucking word, I ain't coming."

For a few brief moments she sat there in shock, at hearing the ridiculous demand he had made of her. Her first words to him were, "You've got some nerve. I'm certainly not going to say any such thing. Furthermore, I am going to report you to the Better Business Bureau."

Instead of the apologetic reaction, which she had hoped for, all she heard was his laughter. As his chiding guffaws faded away, he told her, "Listen bitch, you obviously haven't called the BBB, because if you had, you'd know that I have a string of complaints against me for bad temper and bad language. But you won't find one damn complaint about my work. So before I leave you high and dry, to deal with your problem, I'll give you one more fucking chance. Either you say those three little phrases, or I'm hanging up on you, cunt."

Again he had shocked her, with his vile cursing and arrogant attitude. He really didn't care. She struggled with the idea of an appropriate come back, but she was so stymied by his confident air that she was left bereft of anything clever to say. As the seconds quickly ticked away, she knew that he would do as he said and she'd be stuck all weekend, with the wretched smell of the decaying mess in her sink.

Before she could calm herself enough to say anything, he shouted, "Good by you fucking piece of shit!"

In a panic she screamed back, "No, no, no, please don't go. I need this taken care of."

There was silence on the line, and after ten seconds, she thought he had disconnected. Finally, just to assure her self that he was no longer there, she asked, "Hello, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here bitch. I'm patiently fucking waiting for you to say what I told you to fucking say."

She was both relieved and frustrated. He was still there and would come to unclog her sink, but his attitude hadn't changed, so the only way to appease him would be to tell him what he wanted to hear.

In a very hostile tone she repeated roughly what he had requested, including insertion of the word 'Fucking', at the designated locations. She rarely cursed, and never used such filthy terms when she did, but in her anger, it didn't bother her at all.

Again there was silence on the line. Now it was she who waited for a response. Finally, in a slightly more civil voice, he said, "That's better. See, if you'd just been a little quicker about it, we could have avoided this unpleasantness. I'll try to get there by four O'clock. And just because I made nice, doesn't mean I'm not going to call you a cunt to your face, so get used to it.

"Now, how about giving me a fucking clue what your name and address is, so I don't have drive all around your fucking neighborhood screaming for you to come out and make yourself known to me."

"She tried not to laugh at his comment, and did manage to stifle a chuckle. "My name is Cathy, with a 'C', Cummings."

He cut her off with his burst of laughing. "Oh this is just too good to be true. Are you fucking putting me on? Cathy with a 'C', like in cunt, and then Cummings, for Christ sake. Holy shit, wait till I tell the guys about your name."

She could feel the heat of her anger, as her face flushed, or was it embarrassment. She bit her tongue and went on, "I live at 2549 Piney Grove Rd. Do you think you can find it all right?"

His gruff attitude returned, "Jesus bitch, of course I can find it. I've done work in that neighborhood before"

She let out a sigh of relief, as much for his assurance, as the end of this arduous phone call about to end. She told him, "I'll try to be here by four, if I'm not going to make it, I'll call you."

He exploded, "You fucking cunt! You stupid fucking cunt! You will be there by four but I might not be there by six. If I get there and you don't open that fucking door, with an ice cold beer in your stupid fucking hand, I'm gone. I don't make idle threats, bitch. You fucking be there. Now say so and I mean just like you know I want to hear you say it, cunt."

To her own amazement, she volunteered, "I will fucking be here no later than four O'clock and I'll have a fucking ice cold beer in my hand for you."

He then insisted, "Because you've made this whole fucking thing worse than pulling teeth, I want to be sure that you understand something. When you hand me that beer, you better be dressed in something that makes you look good. I have already had a bitch of a day and you've only made it worse, so at least try to please me by dressing in something a little sexy. A hard working man appreciates that. And I'll expect you to tell me, 'This cunt is glad that you could get here for me.' Don't go getting crazy ideas about me raping you or something like that. I get plenty of pussy, I don't gotta go forcing any of you bitches to lay down for me. It'll just put me in a better mood, if I get to see a pretty lady looking kinda hot." Then he hung up, before she could respond.

She was very tempted to call him back and tell him to stick it up his arrogant ass. But if she did that, she'd be smelling garbage all the way into next week. Oh well, she thought, she could put up with an hour of crude talk and leering from him, as long as he fixed the sink.

A few minutes later, she was still angered by his attitude toward her. So it was a rather big surprise, when she noticed a wet spot on her panties, as she dressed for work. Cathy hadn't had any sexual thoughts, while talking to him. Why would she, he was a crude pig of a man and she would be much happier to see him go than to have him here. As long as he fixed the damn sink, she told herself.

Throughout the day, her thoughts went to her conversation with the plumber. He had really managed to get under her skin. She had never known anyone to take such vulgar liberties when talking with a lady. He really had some nerve. Yet, she found herself wondering what he looked like. Was he tall? She was very tall for a woman, almost 5' 10". 

It had made for a difficult time in college, because she was taller than most of the boys she wanted to go out with, and they never asked her out anyway. She wasn't aggressive at all, so she never tried to catch any of the hot looking guys that drew her rare interest. Oh she had gone out from time to time, but usually with guys much shorter and all they wanted was a one night stand. Cathy had been sexually active in college; to the tune of three different young men. All of whom were woefully ineffective at arousing her. She had never experienced an orgasm with another person. Oh she had experienced the joy sexual release, but always due to the manipulation of her own fingers.

She felt that she was pretty enough, but far from a raging beauty. She had an average face, but she felt that her nose was to long. Her breasts were a nice 34 C-cup, with perky nipples, and mounted on her slender frame, seemed quite prominent. At that height, she had long legs, which she felt a bit awkward about, and her butt was very tight at one time. 

She was 34 years old now and not big on exercising, which explained her twenty extra pounds. Still, she drew the occasional glances. She'd never had a serious relationship. She attributed that to her naturally submissive personality. She just didn't know how to send the right signals to a guy, when she was interested.

She worked quick and hard, skipping lunch, in order to finish the necessary reports. When she dropped them off at the boss's office she let him know that she had a plumber coming to fix her backed up sink, and had to be there to let him in, so she had to leave early. He gave her a thumb up and she was out on the road quickly.

Cathy arrived home at three fifty, with a fresh six pack of Bud. She didn't drink beer, but when she did, it was always a light beer. She figured that this guy, what ever his name was, struck her as a Bud man. It seemed to fit his crude persona.

The house smelled horrible. The order of decaying garbage filled her nostrils and instantly made her stomach a bit queasy. The aroma reinforced her desperation to have the sink drain taken care of. She opened all of the windows, in spite of the heat, just to air out the house.

She grabbed a quick shower, as thoughts of the vile man hopefully on his way to her house, ran through her mind. It occurred to her that thoughts of him had dominated her thinking the entire day. She had been doing her job by rote, as her brain kept repeating the conversation they had had; and for some reason, his potty mouth had kept her loins moist the whole damn day. How bizarre, she thought, that such a disgusting guy should affect her like that.

However, it did make her realize that she hadn't masturbated in a few weeks. That was her usual sexual outlet, and apparently her lack of attention to her needs, had caused an undue response, stimulated by this brusque character. She was very tempted to take care of the problem right then, but the plumber would probably show up, at just that moment. No, she thought; she'd wait until the son of a bitch leaves. Then she could get naked and really enjoy herself, by the gentle stroking of her fingers through the trimmed fur of her sex. What a great way to start the weekend.

It had infuriated her, when he insisted that she wear something sexy. Nonetheless, she decided to wear stockings and heels, a mid-thigh length beige skirt and a yellow blouse over a thin white summer bra. If that wasn't sexy enough for him then the hell with him.

As the time passed to five O'clock, she was getting impatient. He had said that he would probably be later, but she didn't like to be kept waiting by the foul mouthed stranger.

At five forty five, the doorbell chimed, while she was watching the early news on TV. She almost forgot to get his beer, but caught herself and quickly ran to the kitchen to get one for him. While the house had aired rather well, the kitchen still carried the wreaking order that had greeted her when she first got home. It was just another reminder of her delicate situation.

She quickly made her way to the door, opened it and faced a potbellied old fellow of fifty or so. He was bald on top, wearing dirty khaki pants, which drooped low on his hips, as they were being pushed down by his huge belly. He wore a green short sleeve shirt, also filthy which had a name patch sewn above the pocket that said Harry. The shirt was hanging outside of his belt and she thought she could almost see the hairy bulge of his stomach below the end of the fraying material. All of that aside, the two most prominent things about him were the fact that he was very short, probably around 5' 5"; and he stunk of sweat.

He stood there glaring at her, finally saying, "Well cunt, are you going to say the magic words, or should I go home now?"

Hell, she'd done everything he asked, except she forgot what she was supposed to say. Then she remembered. Damn it, she really didn't want to go this route, but needs dictated that she better keep him happy.

Reluctantly she said, "This cunt is happy that you have come to help me. I've got this cold beer for you." Then she stepped aside to let him in.

Walked into her home, as though he owned, grabbing the beer as he passed by her and popping open the top. He took a huge swig, belched and said, "Ok bitch, where's the fucking problem?"

Cathy escorted him into the kitchen. He took a look at the filth in the sink and said, I think it's going to be something simple, but you never really know with this things until you do a little digging. Pull up a chair, while I go back out to the truck and get some stuff."

She shook her head as he went back out. All damn day, she had let this little man irritate her and he was just a fat old blowhard.

When he came back in, she said, "I'll be out here watching the TV. Help yourself to another beer in the fridge if you need it."

He objected, "Oh no you don't, bitch. You're going to sit your ass down and talk to me, while I clear this up. Don't be such a fucking cunt."

He had angered her again, so she shot back, "Must you always use such nasty language?" She struck a pose, by standing with her hands on her hips and her face projecting out at him, as if to menace him.

Instead of getting mad at her, he just stared at her. Actually, he leered at her, shamelessly looking her up and down, in the way that some men do when undressing a woman with their eyes. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and she knew that he knew it.

He got down on his knees and opened the cabinet beneath the sink, as he said, "You know something bitch; I asked you to wear something a little sexy and that's the best you could fucking do? If you think that's sexy then it ain't no wonder that you live alone. I bet you haven't had a date in five years, and it's kind of a shame, 'cause you really ain't bad looking piece of ass."

He went from one shocking statement to another. She was about to explode again, yet she was able to restrain her temper. It would serve no useful purpose to be dragged into an argument with him. However, she did comment angrily, "That's uncalled for, Mr...whatever your name is."

He was reaching under the sink and looking back up at her, as he began to use a wrench to loosen the pipe fitting. He kept glaring at her legs and finally said, "Call me Harry. You got great legs Cathy, they go all the up to your sweet ass. It's hot; why in the hell are you wearing panty hose. Christ, you should be bare assed naked under that skirt. You are one tightly wound cunt. Why don't you go take that shit off, and lose the bra too, while you at it."

With righteous indignation she blurted out, "You just do the job, Harry. I'm not here to put on a show for you."

He sat up and shot her an angry glare. "You really are an uptight cunt. Lose the fucking attitude, bitch, or I'm out of here. Cunts like you always act so damn hoity-toity. You like to be ogled more than most woman do, because you're so fucking insecure about your appearance and worried about whether or not somebody's going to like you. Jesus Christ, bitch, get a clue. I'm a man. I like to look at women. You're a woman. You're supposed to enjoy the attention a guy gives you."

Although his anger was unjustified, she was somewhat taken back by his rather accurate observation of her. She had always been quite unnerved, when men gazed at her. Most women seemed to handle it with aplomb, but she was always flustered and insecure about it.

She quietly responded, "I'm just not comfortable about it, that's all."

He still hadn't returned to repairing her sink. "Well you know what, cunt. Now is as good a time as any, to get over it. Now do what I told to do. Get those damned pantyhose and panties off and get out of that bra. Then I'll get back to work. We'll talk some more and you'll start to feel better about yourself." With that, he folded his arms across his chest, thereby declaring his stubborn refusal to continue working.

For some strange reason, she wasn't afraid of him. She was afraid of exposing herself to anyone. She looked at him with pleading eyes, but said nothing.

He gave her a small smile; witch actually put her a little at ease. Then he softly, but firmly said, "Go! Do as your told bitch."

In a bit of a fog, she went to the bed room and began to remove her stockings and panties. She told herself the whole time that she wasn't going to do any such thing; but she did. After removing her bra and slipping back into her blouse, she left two more buttons undone, and then returned to the kitchen. She felt naked, as her nude loins and bouncing breasts made her aware of her vulnerability. But that wasn't all that she felt. Cathy was getting aroused as she felt the cool air on the lips of her wet pussy.

She stopped just before the entrance to the kitchen. She had second thoughts about this. It was crazy. What in the hell was thinking.

Before she could turn around, she heard Harry call out, "Don't chicken out now bitch. You're about to make a little fucking progress. Get in here and let me see you; and yes, I'm going to ogle you. You'll love it."

Cathy took a deep breath and went into the kitchen. She was about to take a seat, when he told her, "Don't sit yet. I want to look at you." He brazenly leered at her breasts and then down to her legs and back up. She felt her nipples harden and her face flushed with humiliation. She wanted to run back out of the kitchen. At the very least she wanted cover her breasts. But she stood there as Harry took his time in glaring at her.

Finally, he broke the silence by saying, "You got really nice tits, bitch. I could see the nipples, when you were wearing the bra, but they look even better now. You know, a man like loves to see a woman's nipples through her blouse. I mean the darkness of them and the size and everything. It's a real turn on."

Without warning, he dove under the sink and began working again. Only this time, he kept on talking. Cathy sat and listened. "I betcha got a wet pussy right about now, don't you? You ain't never done anything this before have you? But it turns you on doesn't it...Cunt." He put extra emphasis n the word and never stopped to hear if she would answer his, apparently, rhetorical questions.


Cathy's Sick Desire Ch. 02



This is a very sick and nasty story that involves some really gross stuff. So if you've got a weak stomach, maybe you should skip this one. 

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"Well I'm just guy to help you out, cunt. This is truly your lucky fucking day."

He let go of her hair and gripped her left nipple in his strong stubby fingers. It hurt, but she didn't mind. The pain washed through her, helping to cleanse the old Cathy from her system. She followed along like a dog on a leash, as he drug her back to the living room and threw her on the floor. Cathy rolled over onto her chest, raised her hips off of the carpet, and then reached behind her with both hands, pulled her pussy open and huskily begged, "Fuck me Harry. Fuck me dirty, nasty and hard. I need that cock in my pussy right this fucking second."

He laughed evilly, as he lowered himself between her wide spread legs. Then he put a few good hard smacks on her ass. Cathy growled with lust at the sensation of the minor pain it caused her.

She challenged him, "Are going to play games or fuck me?"

He grabbed the mound of her pussy and mauled it brutally, and then warned, "You better watch what you say cunt, or I'll tear you apart." He loosened his grasp, but maintained a firm hold on her throbbing snatch. "You're really into this now, aren't you, cunt. All I had to do was open the door and you walked through it into a world that has been waiting for you your entire life. Do really want me to show you more, because if you do, it won't be just for tonight. You've got to agree to do what I say for the whole fucking weekend. Then you'll be on your own. What do you say, cunt. Do you still want to play?"

Cathy was so worked up and needed to cum so badly that it took a moment for her to understand him and provide an answer. She didn't give it any thought. She knew that she didn't really need to. She needed to experience the whole wide range of kinky sex that he was offering her, so there could be only one answer.

"Yes! Yes I want to see more, and yes I'll do the entire weekend." 

Cathy looked back over her shoulder at him and sneered, "Now fuck this dirty slut for everything your worth."

He smacked her one more time on the ass with his left hand, while guiding his cock into her aching pussy with the other. His powerful lunge went in half the length of his shaft. He drew back a little and drove forward into her sopping wet hole, burying it to the hilt.

"Oh God Harry, that's so good. Fuck me hard, baby. Nobody's ever fucked me really hard. Use me like a nasty fucking whore."

Harry pistoned in and out like a fucking machine. With every stroke, he drove her forward, as his pelvis slapped into her butt cheeks. The motion caused her to crawl across the floor a few inches, with each slap of his flesh against hers. She was wound up tightly by then and soon found herself with her head resting on the ottoman, as he began the final assault.

Without thought, Cathy began pulling on her nipples and crying with the joy of her new found pleasure. She literally had tears streaming down her face; not from pain, but from pure joy. Her lust was a soaring rocket, climbing high into the sky and was about to explode.

In a low, passion laden voice, she growled in dirty pleasure, "Oh dear God, I'm going to cum. Now baby, fuck it hard now. Ram that fucking cock into my nasty cunt."

Harry didn't disappoint her. He reached around her and fingered her clit, sending her to heights she had never achieved in her entire life. She screamed with uninhibited joy, as the rushing winds of ecstasy blasted over her. Never had she dreamed that her cunt was capable of delivering such a massive amount of pleasure. She slipped off of the ottoman and would have fallen to the floor, if Harry hadn't held her up, as he finished dumping his load into her swollen pussy. Then they each collapsed onto the floor.

They both lay there sucking air into their depleted lungs. Slowly, Cathy regained some sense of time and place. As she pondered what she had done, she was ashamed, yet felt a strange relief, as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She knew that she should feel horrible about the sick acts that she had performed. But she couldn't deny the extreme pleasure she had received in the process. And finally she knew that there was no going back to the timid soul she had been, before the disgusting plumber had shown her a different world.

Harry rolled around, until his crotch was at her face. "Clean me off, cunt. Get a good taste of your own pussy juice on my dick."

Cathy was no longer at the high level of arousal, which had led her to do the perverted things she had done. But she knew Harry wouldn't take no for an answer, so she leaned in toward his flaccid cock and took it into her mouth. The slimy goo, which coated his shaft, tasted musky and yet she wasn't repulsed by it or the act of cleaning him. In fact, she was more curious about the flavor she found there. She had never tasted her own pussy before; she realized that it wasn't bad, just different than anything her tongue had ever experienced.

Harry plopped his cock out of her mouth, sat on the sofa and told her, "Get me a beer, cunt."

She gazed at him, as she got up to accommodate him. She still thought he was a disgusting old pig and certainly wouldn't want to be seen with him. But she couldn't deny that he had forced her to find her natural passion; even though it was a bizarre, sick lust that frightened her.

When she came back with two beers, he took the offered brew and drank half of it in one gulp. Cathy took a few sips of hers, just to rinse out her mouth.

Her own body odor was repulsive and she felt a strong urge to take a shower. She offered Harry the option of using the bath, before her. "Hell no, bitch. We're gonna finish these beers, and then we're gonna meet some buddies of mine for dinner. Then you're going to get a chance to discover a little bit more about yourself."

She was about to object, but he cut her off, before she could speak. "Listen to me, cunt. I don't give a shit. I can leave right now and have my choice of a dozen different bitches within the hour. So if you ain't got the brains to see that you got special dirty needs that only a guy like me can give you; well then, the hell with you. I'll just go."

Silence was the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room, as she tried to get a handle on her feelings and fears. Yes, that was it...her fears. Cathy gave him a pleading look and admitted, "I'm afraid Harry. I'm afraid of you. I'm afraid of your friends. But, most of all, I'm afraid of what I'll do and that I'll like it."

He actually gave her a nice smile and said, "Now see there, that's progress. Being honest about all of this is how you'll learn to deal with it all. But you're making one big mistake. You're confusing like and need; they're different. There's a lot of stuff you ain't gonna like, but you'll soon find out that you need it. In fact, the slut in you is loose now and you can't run away from her. She's like a hungry tiger and the beast needs to be fed."

In spite of his gross physical appearance and vulgar way of putting things, Harry had a way of touching emotional strings within her that she didn't know she had. And he played those strings quite well. Cathy realized that she needed him to show her the chords of her sexual instrument, and she wanted him to play them with wild abandon.

"OK Harry. What do I do?"

"Let's go check out your closet and see if we can find something appropriate for the evening."

He told her that undergarments wouldn't be needed. After rummaging through her clothes, Harry picked out a short skirt, which she hadn't worn in a few years. It fell to the halfway point, between her crotch and knees. The design was meant to be loose fitting, but due to her slight weight gain, it fit very tightly at the waist. She felt trepidation at the blouse he had selected. It was a sheer purple button front affair and left little to the imagination. High heels, of course, were an essential element to the look he was going for.

Once dressed, Cathy felt more nude than clothed. Yet the heat emanating from her loins was proof of her sick and imperfect nature. Her face flushed, as they left her house. She felt as though her neighbors were all looking at her, even though she saw no one else on the street. They took her car. Harry drove and assured her that they wouldn't be seen by anyone that she knew where they were going.

Twenty miles from her house, they drove through a suburban area that was old and somewhat run down. No doubt this was Harry's world. He pulled up behind a beat up little restaurant, and they entered through a back entrance. He paused, looked around, and then yelled out at two men sitting at the table closest to them, at the back end of the place.

The men in question were just as sweaty and dirty as Harry, but they were a good bit younger and much slimmer. In fact they were down right skinny. One had not shaved for a few days and the other one had a full beard that looked like a rats nest. The T-shirts they each wore were filthy, as their sweat had made them dust magnets. Everywhere the sweat had collected, dirt had attached itself to the shirts, in large quantities.

As she and Harry approached them, one of them said to the other, "Shit, he's gone and found himself another fucking slut." Then to Harry, he asked, "Harry...man, where do find these nasty whores?"

Harry proudly grinned and responded, "Damn Tom, the fucking cunts find me. Go figure...I can't."

To be talked about so crudely, and as though she wasn't there was humiliating. The obvious assumption from these men was that she was a dirty tramp. A woman who was accustomed to being around the type of men, who thought of women as nothing more than a hot hole to fuck, and who would easily spread her legs at the slightest suggestion. 

Harry made no effort to protect her honor. Why should he, she thought, after all, I'm here to be used, just like the kind of slut they think I am. Cathy's stomach growled with arousal and she could feel her pussy lubricating, at the thought of being used by these filthy, vile looking young men.

Harry's hand had moved to her ass and liberally massaged it, deliberately doing so in plane sight of his two friends. While Cathy felt ashamed and was tempted to bat his hand away, she made no effort to prevent his blatant fondling of her. She knew that he was sending a message to his buddies...You can do anything with her and she will like it. Her stomach knotted a bit more as the fire in her pussy grew at her acceptance of the public humiliation.

He swatted her rear end and ordered her to, "Sit between my friends here, cunt. The guy with the beard is Tom and the one who needs a shave is Nick. Together we're Tom, Nick and Harry, get it?" All three of them laughed, as though it was the best joke of the year.

Tom got up to allow her to squeeze in between him and Nick. The strong odor of human sweat and grim filled her nostrils, as she wedged in to her seat, and she felt her sick passion rev up another notch.

Harry sat across from them and encouraged them to get acquainted. "Hey guys, feel free to freely feel." He chuckled at his stupid attempt at humor. "Alright, cunt, here's where you get to have a new experience. Nobody can see into this back booth, so go ahead and unbutton your blouse all the way down. Hell that thin thing wasn't really hiding anything anyway. Invite my friends to have fun with your tits and be sure to tell them how you like it."

There it was. He had made clear, beyond any doubt, that she was a slut for the taking, which was humiliating enough by itself. But then he had laid the responsibility of completing her self abasement on her own shoulders. It would leave no question, but that she was a nasty cunt, as he had implied.

The heat of her blushing face radiated from her, as she undid the buttons and pulled her blouse open wide, tucked it behind her and fully exposed her breasts to the men on either side of her. Cathy spoke quietly, in a husky, lust laden voice and said "Help your selves to my tits, and don't worry about being nice to me. Just treat me like a dirty whore."

As their rough, callused hands ran over her naked breasts, Nick said, "Damn Harry, you train these bitches really good."

Harry played up to the man by replying, "Shit, she ain't been trained at all. I just meet the cunt a few hours ago. She just a natural fucking slut, only she didn't know it. You guys know what a nice fucking guy I am. I'm just trying to help her find out what she really is."

Tom began to twist her nipple hard and she winced, while stifling a groan. She didn't want to draw any attention to the back booth. He grinned and asked, "What's with the pained look, bitch. I thought that you like this sort shit."

She was beginning to understand what Harry had told her earlier and answered, "I don't like it at all, but I need to be used like a cheap piece of shit."

Tom gave her an evil grin, as he applied even more pressure on her tortured little nub. She fought down a strong urge to cry out, as she endured his brutal treatment. Nick had been listening and began to do the same to Cathy's other delicate nipple, digging his thumb into her breast and chuckling with delight.

Harry told her, "Get your skirt up, bitch. Let 'em get their hands on your cunt. You know you'll fucking love it."

Cathy awkwardly raised her skirt, exposing her recently fucked pussy. Harry's cum had leaked out and left a dried streak down her thigh. The continual degrading of her fed the flames of her twisted lust and raised her to the next level.

Harry must have recognized it for what it was, because he told the others, "Look at her guys; she's hot as a firecracker. Ain't I right, cunt? Tell 'em how you're feeling right now. Don't hold back nothin', bitch. Say it just like it is."

The environment wasn't what one thought of, as being conducive to sexual enhancement. Yet Harry was right; she was overwhelmed with lust. As Tom continued to maul her breast, Nick began to stroke the throbbing mound of her pussy. Her hips raised, somewhat, to meet his gripping hand and probing fingers..

In a loud whisper she confessed, "Yes, it's true. I'm hot as hell. Being used like some cheap, dirty slut really turns me on. I don't know why, but it does. I hate that it excites me so, but I know now that I need it and need it very badly."

Her self abasing revelation opened wide the door to her lust, sending a no holds barred signal to the men who were enjoying the delights of her body. Nick drove three and then four fingers into her pussy, drawing a loud sigh from her. She was basically nude, in a public restaurant, with her breasts and pussy bared to them, as she maneuvered her body to make it more accessible to their cruelly groping hands.

Harry smugly told his friends, "What'd I tell you guys. She's a prime piece of slut meat." Then to her he ordered, "OK, cunt, these men ain't got all night to fuck around with you. They have families to get home to. Get under the fucking table and start cleaning cock, and be sure to swallow, bitch."

Cathy looked down at Tom's hand, as it pulled harshly on her nipple and only then, did she notice the wedding ring on his finger. Nick too, sported a gold band on the finger of his left hand. She never thought in her entire life that she would be a woman who had anything to do with a married man. Yet here she was, about to perform a nasty and adulterous act for two wedded men. Somehow, it made the nastiness even sweeter.

Harry pulled the table toward him a little bit, giving her more room to fit below. She twisted in her seat, as she slid down beneath the table. Tom never let go of her nipple, so her movement caused her sharp pain there and drew an involuntary, yet quiet yelp from her. 

He said, "Me first slut. I'm runnin' late already." With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and drew out his pecker. As it came into sight, the stench of his sweaty crotch was nearly overwhelming. And yet, while she found it a vile aroma, Cathy no longer tried to deny the fire in her loins that such filth generated. She pressed her face into the disgusting hairy mess, savoring the dirtiness of her act, and then began to lick the head of his growing prick.

The slender man taunted her, "That's it baby, clean up old Tom, so he can shoot a nice blob of jizz down your dirty fucking throat." The vulgarity was all part of the package that sent her passion into overdrive. She used her hand to pull his average sized balls farther out of his trousers and surrounded them with her lips. A day's worth of sweaty scum had collected there and she shuddered with self loathing, as her tongue delighted in the vile flavor. 

Tom was getting impatient. He pulled her hair, to get her off of his scrotum and slapped her. "Damn it, bitch. You heard what Harry said. I'm in a hurry, so finish me up, cunt."

Cathy had wanted to enjoy the blowjob that she was giving, but Tom didn't care about her. He was just using her mouth as an instrument of masturbation. He guided her face back to his crotch and plunged his dick all the way to the back of her throat, which was all that he had. She began sucking it hard, as he held her head and thrust himself in and out of her mouth. Cathy never felt him build up to it; he just came. A few globs of cum poured into her mouth, which she swallowed easily, as there really wasn't that much of it.

Tom yanked his cock from her mouth, tucked himself away and said his good bye to Harry and Nick, while ignoring the woman who had serviced his filthy prick. Just like that, he was gone. It had been less than five minutes since she walked into the restaurant with Harry.

Nick wasted no time in pursuit of his needs. He told Cathy, "Get you fucking, cocksucking ass over here, bitch." 

As she shifted on her knees to his position, he unbuckled his pants and dropped them, along with his dirty underwear, down to his ankles. Again the smell of dirt and musky sweat wafted to her nostrils and held her at the high level of arousal that she had risen to, while sucking on Tom's shaft.

Nick was much harsher with her than his friend had been. He smacked her face a few times, while he made clear that he wasn't in quite so much of a hurry as Tom. He slid his scrawny ass to the edge of the seat, until it hung over the rim, and then demanded, "Start with my ass, bitch. Lick it good, and then move to my nuts. I been workin' in a hot house all day putting up sheet rock, so you got yourself a nice layer of sweat to lick off."

He used his hands to spread the cheeks of his buttocks and ordered, "Get to it, slut."

The air beneath the table wasn't circulating very well. The scent emanating from his body was thick, cloying and hanging in the atmosphere beneath the table. As Cathy moved her face between his legs, she tried to envision what it must look like if anyone saw her down there. The very thought of being seen doing this nearly sent her into orbit. She no longer attempted ask herself why she was like this...she just was.

She had to push her face up and into the putrid flesh of his rear end, snaking out her tongue, as she went. Nick might have been skinny as a rail, but he was quite muscular, although lean. The cheeks of his ass guided her to the stinky brown anus. Cathy was shaking with lust, as she thrust her tongue against it, and then began licking the collection of sweat and another flavor. She could taste the aftermath of a recent bowel movement. She was licking shit off of Nick's dirty asshole.

Cathy began to come. She didn't realize that she had been stroking her pussy with a free hand, so it was with lusty surprise that she exploded, as she used her other hand to pull Nick's hips down further and drive her tongue completely into his filthy bowels.




Cathy's Sick Desire Ch. 02



The whole time she came, she heard Harry and Nick chuckling at her sick and twisted performance. Their laughter, at her degrading act was a compelling addition to her climax, prolonging it and making it all the more demeaning, yet satisfying.

Nick waited a few moments then slapped her and said, "All right cunt, you've had yours, now get me mine."

Cathy was no longer at the heightened state of arousal she had been, and so didn't have the emotional drive to complete the vile demands of this total stranger. Yet, she knew that she must fulfill his needs, before she could get up off of her knees.

She licked his ass a few more times, and then shifted to his nasty scrotum, which was covered with a thin patch of hair and sweat covered wrinkle skin. The horrible aroma was practically unnoticed by her, as she gently took a ball at a time into her mouth and cleaned it with her lips and tongue. While Cathy worked on Nick's crotch, he gave Harry a run down of her talent, explaining in gross detail each act and how good he must taste to her. He said, "Because otherwise, she just would quit sucking on my nuts."

Nick grabbed a handful of her hair and guided her to his stiff prick saying, "Time to quit sucking my balls and time to suck out what's in 'em." His pleased laughter, at his own cleverness, was a less than subtle clue to his immaturity and proud chauvinism.

There was a time when Cathy would have objected strongly, at his ridiculous comment, but not now. Now she was a dirty slut, on her knees sucking his cock and accepting her behavior, as something that she needed...something that she was.

Unlike Tom, Nick's cock was longer and able to bang into the back of her throat, but that wasn't enough for him. He forced his cock past her tonsils, gagging her and telling her, "Now that's how a good cocksucking whore should eat cock. Take it all the way down, you fucking cunt. God damn, you're one nasty piece of work. Suck it slut, suck it hard and I'll give you a taste of the sweetest load of cum you ever ate."

Having just cum, Cathy was shocked at how aroused she still was, no doubt due to his verbal abuse of her, as well as his throat rape. Yet, she had been over used today and therefore knew that it was too soon since her last climax, for her to generate another. Still, she felt exhilaration from her willful and wanton vile slutiness. There was no question now, as to her true nature, and Cathy was anxious to explore the new world that was opening up to her.

Nick's increased heavy breathing was the signal that he was about to cum. She cupped his balls in her hand and squeezed a bit. Her timing was perfect. He began to shoot huge spurts of thick goo into her mouth, which she quickly swallowed, not wanting to miss a drop. She continued to suck on his softening prick, as he subjected her to the last thrusts of his hips into her face.

When his cock slipped from her soft lips, a woman's voice frightened her. "God damn it Harry, I told you the last time you were here, if you're going keep bringing your sluts in here to entertain your buddies, you guys are going to have to keep the noise down. I could lose my business license over some whore sucking cocks in here, even if it is under a table and for free."

Cathy looked to her right and saw a woman's chubby feet, stuffed into an old over used pair of flats. Her skirt hung down to her cubby ankles and she wore no hose or socks. Cathy was too humiliated to get off of the floor. At least if she stayed down here, she thought, the woman won't know who I am or what I look like.

Harry answered the woman's complaint, "Hey, the slut's just doing what a slut does, Wanda. I can't help it if Tom and Nick get a little loud when they shoot off in the bitch's mouth."

There it was again; that constant lack of any respect for her or her feelings. On the other hand, why should he show her the respect due a decent lady? She truly was a slut, just as he had said. And he had said it without the slightest hesitation or thought; as though it were a given fact that she was less than honorable...she was scum. Her pussy was getting wet again.

The woman, Wanda apparently, got huffy and pointed out, "You know what the deal is here Harry. If you're going to bring in sluts, than I gotta get mine. So tell your whore to get out here and service the owner of this fine eating establishment."

Harry gave a light tug on Cathy's hair and said, "Alright, cunt, sit up and face the music. It's time to expand your experience, with a pleasant little diversion to the other side of the fence."

As she got back onto the cheap padded bench seat, Cathy pulled her blouse closed and her skirt down. She cast a mortified glance at Wanda. The woman was about fifty and probably had never taken very good care of herself. She was badly overweight, not just pleasingly plump. 

Working in a kitchen all day had left her clothes covered with the remnants of every meal she had prepared. Her huge sagging breasts had managed to capture the bulk of the grease and grime, as plainly displayed by the collection of stains, which emphasized her large tits and, in particular, her nipples. Her underarm sweat had made a large, dark indelible mark beneath each armpit. Her face showed the damage of acne from her youth and evidently it had been severe. She simply was the most disgusting woman Cathy had ever seen.

The woman looked Cathy over like a fox, in anticipation of eating the young chicken it had trapped in the hen house. Then, ignoring Cathy, she turned to Harry and said, "Well shithead, are you going to tell her what to do, or am I going to kick you two out of here?"

Harry's back got a little straighter, indicating his exception to her attitude. "God damn it, Wanda, you ain't got no call to be so pissed off. Just chill the fuck out." To Cathy he said, "Cunt, go with Wanda. Suck her pussy and do a good job of it. I know you ain't going to like it, but I betcha fifty bucks a slut like you'll get off on it."

Cathy looked at Harry with pleading eyes to no avail. Wanda wasted no time on her concerns, as she grabbed Cathy's wrist and pulled her out from the behind the table. "Come on bitch, I ain't got all fucking night. I got to get back to the kitchen."

With great reluctance, but in complete acquiescence, Cathy allowed herself to be dragged down the narrow hall, where the bathrooms were located. The women's room was a tiny, one person affair and smelled as though it hadn't been cleaned in a month. After locking the door, Wanda pushed her skirt to the floor and stepped out of it, as she sat on the toilet and began to pee.

Cathy was not so shocked by the woman's casual attitude toward her own nudity, as she was at the appearance of Wanda's fat thighs, which met at a forest of the fullest, thickest bunch of graying pubic hair she had ever seen. Cathy knew that she was expected to shove her face into that intimidating pile of fur and she was revolted at the prospect. Yet, her stomach growled with dirty desire.

College had provided Cathy with her one experience, with another woman. It was more out curiosity for both of them than any strong sexual attraction. She didn't regret doing it; it just didn't turn her on very much.

As Wanda finished pissing, she whipped off her blouse, revealing heavy sagging breasts, which bore several stretch marks and the occasional pimple. Cathy saw the long hair growing under the woman's arms, which lent further proof that the woman really was a pig.

Wanda crooked a finger at her, indicating that Cathy should get closer. "Come here sweetie, I've got a treat for you. I know how Harry teaches his bitches, so how about a quick cleaning of my armpits, before you chow down on my pussy?" She raised her arms, fully exposing the gross sweaty fur of her under arms. "Come on now, God damn it. Don't make me get mean, you stupid fucking cunt. Get on your knees and I'll bring 'em down to your delicate little mouth."

Cathy was about to wretch, as she dropped to her knees, before this demanding fat beast. Wanda grabbed her behind the head and pulled her to an armpit. Cathy inhaled the aroma of a day's worth of labor, which had accumulated in the woman's nasty under arm fur. The powerful odor began to work on her twisted need for degradation, which was at the core of Cathy's soul.

Her tongue reached out and ran from the base of Wanda's furry pit to the top edge of the thick forest, and then back to the center. Cathy was lost...Her desire for the vile flavors of this pigs body had taken over from her consciousness and turned her into a groveling scum loving slut. She buried her face into the armpit, licked and sucked until the vile taste had disappeared, and moved to the other side.

Wanda laughed at her rapid change of heart. Cathy's pussy was dripping wet, as Wanda said, "Holy shit, bitch, you really are a nasty one, aren't you? You're just drinking my sweat. How about cleaning up under my tits? I always collect a lot of nasty shit there. You're going to love it, slut."

Cathy needed no more prodding now. Once the second armpit had been reduced to a flavorless pile of hair, she moved her face to Wanda's disgusting pimply chest. She lifted one massive sweaty tit and began licking the liquid, which lay in abundance beneath the woman's fat boob.

The ringing in Cathy's ears was a new thing for her. It finally registered with her that her passion had her hearing things that didn't exist. It was as though her lust was a separate entity and was trying to communicate with her. Well, thought Cathy, message received. I'm a disgusting scum loving whore, and I can't go back now. Furthermore, she didn't want to go back to what she had been. She wasn't about to give up the beautiful ecstasy she had experienced, since Harry walked into her life and shown her what she had been missing.

As Cathy finished cleaning under Wanda's other huge breast, Wanda said, "Ok cunt, it's time to go for the gold." 

Wanda spread her legs and scooted closer to the edge of the toilet seat. When Cathy's face began to push close to the wonderful smelly mess that was Wanda's cunt, she cast a quick glance into the toilet bowl. She saw it was filled with yellow piss and a rather large turd floating in it. The stench of the toilet was actually overwhelmed by the vile reek of Wanda's pussy.

Cathy placed her face at the outermost follicles of hair and took a few deep breaths. The incredibly strong scent of dirty, musky cunt and piss was amazing and she could wait no longer, as she plunged her face into the thick putrid mess of fur. Wanda laughed at her obvious shift in desire and delighted in taunting her. "That's it, slut. Just be yourself."

She opened her mouth and thrust her tongue out, seeking the entrance to the fat bitch's pussy, as her lips were assaulted by the nasty gray hairs. She really had to press hard, in order to get her face close enough to find her goal. But, with great effort, she was victorious, as her tongue discovered the filthy wet lips of Wanda's wanton cunt. Cathy moaned with blatant arousal, as the full horrible flavor of decay invaded her senses. Her tongue slipped easily into Wanda's boiling pussy and was rewarded with the taste of another woman's juices for only the second time in her life.

Once inside of Wanda's gapping cunt, she found a clean slimy fluid, which flowed over her taste buds. She sucked as hard as she could, in an effort to get all of it, least it go to waste. But it just kept flooding her mouth. The fat pig wouldn't stop producing the wonderful greasy slime that had Cathy on the edge of a huge climax. But, she knew better than to succumb to her lust just yet.

She withdrew her tongue and put it to use on the delightfully stiff clitoris of the woman, who now was thrusting her hips brutally at Cathy's mouth. Wanda was moaning loudly and uttering vile curses, which were coming from her so rapidly that Cathy couldn't understand them. Then, capturing Cathy's head in her dirty fingers, Wanda ground her clit against Cathy's tongue, drawing blood, as she abused the younger woman's face and exploded with demented joy. A flood of musky fluid filled Cathy's mouth and ran down her blouse, soaking it to the skin.

With Wanda's climax on the wane, Cathy was free to pursue her own nasty bliss. As she began to rapidly finger her own clit, Wanda let out a huge smelly fart. Cathy's face was still in the woman's crotch, so she received the full benefit of the obnoxious gas, which sent her into a crazy spinning world of twisted pleasure, and then it all went blank.

When Cathy recovered consciousness, Wanda was dressed and actually washing her hands. She kicked Cathy in the side and said, "There ain't no sleeping in here, cunt. Other people have to piss and shit. By the way, I noticed you got your nut pretty good, babe. If you ever want a free meal or few drinks, come on by. Of course, you know what I'll expect."

As Cathy rose to her feet, she responded, "I don't know Wanda, this is all knew to me."

Wanda gave her a surprisingly kind smile and said, "It's OK, honey. You're a natural."

Wanda left for the kitchen. Cathy checked herself in the mirror and was disgusted at the image that starred back at her. Her hair was a mess. Her makeup was all over her face and her blouse was drenched with the goo that had exploded out of Wanda's pussy. She cleaned up as best she could, but there was no way to hide the vast area of wetness on the front of her sheer, and now ruined blouse.

When she sat down across from Harry, he didn't say a word about the blouse. He looked at her, with a knowing grin that said, 'I know that you're beginning to find yourself. I know that you know you're a dirty, nasty, scum sucking cunt.'

He stood up and announced, "Come on, bitch. I've got a very special place that you're going to love."

The way he said it sent shivers down her spine.

End maybe

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This is a pretty gross story. If you want more, you'll have to request it. Otherwise I'll let it die right here. If I go on, Cathy's only going to get more sick stuff thrown her way.

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Cathy's Sick Desire Ch. 03



For first time readers of this story, BE WARNED, it's nasty. If you can't handle a sick twisted woman in heat, then find something more vanilla. 

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As they walked out the back door of the restaurant, Cathy asked Harry, "Where are we off to now?"

He guided Cathy to her car, by placing his hand on her ass and answered her, "Oh I think I'll let it be a surprise, cunt."

She knew that she looked like hell, so she said, "I look terrible, Harry. If you don't want me to embarrass you, then we better stop somewhere so I can clean up a bit."

As he shoved her into the car, he told her, "No need for that, bitch. You're going to fit right in. Now shut up and trust me, we don't have far to go."

When he put the car in gear, he asked Cathy, "How many times have you cum today?"

She hadn't had time to give it any thought, but it was several times, that was for sure. "I think maybe six or seven, certainly more than I've ever had before. Now that I think about it, it's amazing. I never would have believed that any woman could have that many orgasms, and certainly not me."

Harry smiled and, in a matter of fact tone, said, "Only a true slut could do that. Before the night is over, you'll more than double that number."

At first she thought he was joking, yet he had spoken it so believably that she began to fear what it would take for her to go that far. Then she worried about what kind of condition she would be in, after experiencing so many climaxes.

Cathy had been so deep in thought she didn't realize that Harry had pulled into the back of another business. He told her to get out, and she asked, "What's this place?"

He chuckled and told her, "Just show a little patience and you'll see for yourself."

They entered through a back door, which evidently was Harry's mode of egress to several establishments in this area. As she walked down a long, dimly lit hall, she became even more fearful. At the end, he pushed through a curtain and she found herself standing in an adult toy store. Actually, that was too kind of a term for the sleazy, smelly store. 

There was a smuttiness about it that turned her stomach. As she looked around, she saw all sorts of sex toys, from handcuffs to full-sized inflated dolls, with open mouths and pussys, just waiting for those who couldn't afford a cheap hooker to use for their sexual release. Some of the shelves hadn't been dusted since Clinton was president, and the floor was filthy. This was definitely Harry's kind of place.

Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her to the front of the store saying, "There's somebody you gotta meet."

As they approached the front counter, she was aware of a few men in the store, looking over adult books, all of which had a kinky picture on the cover. Two guys were checking out the nipple clamps and whips, but they all stopped and stared at Cathy, as she was reluctantly dragged up front and presented to the clerk.

Harry started out, "Hey Jimmie, I want you to meet Cathy. She's one of my cunts," he said no more.

The middle aged man was short and skinny, somewhat like Harry's two buddies, Tom and Nick. He was completely bald, his face looked like it had been stabbed a few hundred times, with an ice pick, he was missing a few teeth and part of one ear was gone. This was not the man one brought home to meet mother.

Jimmie looked her over, before saying, "Damn Harry, she looks like she's been fucking all night. This ain't some hooker you picked up is it?"

Harry seemed insulted by the man's comment. "Hell no, she ain't no prostitute. She's just a whore who needs a lot of action. I saw your safe sign, so I thought I'd bring her by and see what kind of thrills we could dig up for the cunt."

Jimmie looked back at Cathy and asked, "What's that huge stain on her blouse?"

She was being talked about, as though she wasn't there, as though she was just a thing, not a human being. She was mortified at his question, as the truth of it was even more humiliating. 

Harry gazed at the front of her blouse and said, "I ain't sure what that is, but she did spend some time alone with Wanda." To Cathy he commanded, "OK cunt, tell us what the hell happened to your shirt."

She was desperate to avoid revealing the vulgar fact of her performance on her knees between the oafish woman's fat thighs. Yet she knew that Harry wasn't about to pass up a chance for her to debase herself. She took a breath and gave the short brief version. "I was performing oral sex on her and she squirted this on me."

Harry cast her a disgusted look. "Come on cunt, you can do better than that. Give us some details, cunt."

Cathy looked down at the floor, and then began the explanation of everything, just as it happened. "Wanda stripped naked and sat on the toilet. After she pissed and shit, she had me crawl to her and lick beneath her hairy armpits. They were all stinky and covered with sweat. She had me clean under her saggy old tits, which had their own special flavor." Cathy was becoming aroused, as she related the vile scene she participated in, with depraved woman.

"Then she shoved my face into her filthy crotch and told me to lick her asshole. I did and I loved it." She was really getting worked up now. "I could taste the fresh crap on her ass, but I cleaned it up really good. She moved my head to her crotch and said for me to eat some pussy. Wanda's cunt was as nasty as the rest of her. I licked and sucked, stuck my tongue way up into her pussy, and when she was close to cumming, I sucked on her fat clit. That's when she unloaded a huge blast of cunt juice all over my blouse, and it was strong and musky flavored. Then I couldn't help myself, I came too."

By then, Jimmie had pulled out his cock and was stroking it. It seems that her more detailed story had brought forth his need for satisfaction. Harry looked at her, as though asking a question, but he didn't say a word; he just looked back at Jimmie. She understood Harry's intent for her.

Cathy walked around the counter and went to her knees, and then asked Jimmie, "Rather than whacking off, wouldn't you prefer to ram that cock down my throat and fuck my face?"

He grunted and placed a hand behind her head, guiding her lips to his throbbing prick. She accepted his shaft, as it slid over her tongue and she closed her warm mouth around its girth. Jimmie moaned and began pushing in and out, as she sucked and massaged his cock with her lips. "Suck it hard, you fucking slut. This ain't gonna take long."

The ruthless abuse of her face was intoxicating to her and Cathy felt her pussy rapidly moisten. But before she could really get into it, Jimmie blew his fuse early, filling her mouth with a small load of cum, which she easily swallowed. He groaned and laughed at the same time, as pulled her mouth down to his balls one last thrust.

Harry yawned, as though bored and said, "Be sure to let everyone know where she'll be." Now what the hell did that mean, she wondered.

As Jimmie tucked his limp prick back into his trousers, he said, "OK Harry, take her to the rear and be sure to get her into booth thirteen." She had no idea what he was talking about, but didn't object, as Harry pulled her along toward the back of the store.

They passed through a dirty old curtain and she found herself going down a row of doors, each one numbered. As Cathy walked with Harry, she heard the sounds of porn movies and realized that this was one of those seedy places where men went to view short scenes of dirty films. Although she had never told anyone, she had been curious for a long time about these places. Well, she thought, here's my chance.

At door number thirteen, they stopped and Harry took a key out of his pocket. That made her notice the other doors didn't have locks on them, only this one. As he turned the key, he looked at her and said, "You're going to love this. It's just the right kind of new fun for you to expand your horizons." His vulgar laugh sent a shudder down her spine, yet it also sent a tingle to her loins.

Once inside, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the dim red light in the low ceiling. As her vision improved, she saw a large screen TV, behind a Plexiglas shield. It had stains on the bottom portion and Cathy knew that men had masturbated here and left their seed flowing down the screen cover. It was the most sleazy, nasty little room she had ever seen, and she knew that she was going to get off on whatever happened to her in this wretched environment.

There was a built in bench to sit on across from the TV. He sat down and told her, "Get your clothes off, cunt. It's show time."

Quickly removing her filthy blouse and skirt and handing them to Harry, she stood before him nude save for her high heels. Harry began smiling, while starring at her. She had no idea what he was waiting for and was rather hoping that he would start a sex tape, so that she could see a few nasty scenes before he used her.

Harry never said a word. After two minutes, he smiled and pointed to the wall on her left. For a brief moment, she didn't know what she was supposed to see, but then her eyes found the object of his aim. There, protruding through a hole in the wall was an erect penis. Harry stood, folded her clothes and placed them on the dirty floor in front of the hole.

"There you go, cunt. You've got a nice soft pad for your knees and a nice hard cock to suck."

Cathy was aware of such places. There were called glory holes, but she had thought that they were for gays. It was a reminder of her abysmal ignorance regarding these matters, as she sunk to her knees and got her first close up of a wall with a cock growing out of it.

The owner of the deflating prick was apparently white and of average size. Through the wall he said, "Come on bitch, suck it. Quit fucking around, you damned whore."

She extended her fingers to his shaft and massaged it back to its full length. She told him, "Just you hang on buddy, I'm going to suck every bit of cum from your balls and swallow every damn drop of it." His vulgar, demanding command had triggered her own vile need to debase herself.

Cathy teased the head of his manhood, with her tongue, and then licked the underside of his helmet, eliciting a deep moan from the other side of the wall. He drew his prick back a little and tried to drive it into her mouth, banging the wall with his torso, as he did. She placed her lips around the head of his cock and slowly glided down the length of it, until her nose touched the wall. She swallowed a few times, which further stroked the underside of his pulsing cock.

It took only three minutes for the man to begin cursing and groaning, as he dumped a rather substantial load into her mouth. "Drink it, you dirty old whore."

She swallowed every bit of it and after she let his limp prick slide from her lips she told him, "I'm a dirty whore, but I'm not old."

Harry loudly said, "NEXT!" He pointed to the opposite wall, where another male shaft came through a larger hole, allowing his cock and balls to be available for her services.

This guy's dick was a bit larger and much thicker. She quickly shifted to that wall, taking her folded clothes with her and placing them on the dirty tile floor. They didn't provide much comfort, but were just soft enough to kneel on; and that's all she needed to let her focus on the nasty pleasure of strange cocks shooting off in her mouth.

She started out by licking his balls and was pleasantly rewarded with the taste of musky sweat. The guy wasn't a talker, which disappointed her. She enjoyed the derisive insults that were hurled at her, as she gave her mouth to dirty men. Cathy realized that she was submitting her lips, tongue and throat, not to him, but to her own vulgar lust. In a way, she was using him just as much as he was using her.

When the man's scrotum was pristine, she moved to the base of his shaft and began the cleansing process, slowly working her way up to the top of his long prick. Once she reached the head, she saw the tell tale signs of his pre-cum and hungrily licked it off, and then drove her mouth down the length of his cock, The man's loud moan, wasn't as good as him calling her a whore, but it was acceptable praise for her rapidly growing talent at sucking cock.

His moans came more quickly, as she slid her sucking lips up and down his hard prick. She knew he was close, so she fondled his sensitive testicles and gave them a little squeeze when he began to cum. She was rewarded with a rather large burst of slimy goo, some of which she could not contain, as it ran down her chin and onto her breasts. 

The vile scene from this play, in which Cathy acted the filthy slut on her knees, was a powerful image in her mind. So, it was with a slight brush of her fingers upon her throbbing clit that she exploded through another mind bending orgasm. As her climax concluded, she used her other hand to smear the remains of the man's cum around on her face. She felt so completely vile and dirty. She reveled in the sheer depravity of her act.

When she looked at Harry, he merely pointed back to the other wall and said, "Suck." Another erect penis was looking at her, with the one big eye already leaking man juice from the tip of its angry head.

She didn't think to bring her clothes to pad her knees this time. She crawled on all fours, like a bitch in heat, anxious to give her services to the next dog with a stiff cock.

With her fist wrapped around this one, she began to slobber all around the head of it, taking pleasure in the loud, lewd sounds she made in the process. "Oh you hot fucking slut. Don't tease me, you nasty bitch, just suck and swallow."

She was glad to accommodate him, driving her mouth down the length of his cock, until she hit the wall, and then gagging herself, as his manhood stroked her tonsils. She did this several times and she knew from his filthy epithets that he was close. The man loosed a loud cry and delivered forth a deluge of filthy cum. She pulled away, after the first burst of jizz filled her sucking maw, allowing the rest of his seed to expend itself on her face. Cathy had risen to a level of lustful decadence which she had never experienced. She luxuriated in the beautiful vileness of her act and shuddered with renewed pleasure, as the stranger's cum dripped from her face and decorated her breasts.

She looked at Harry and he softly told her, "Now my sweet little piece of shit, you're really beginning to understand the power of your own sick lust. Enjoy yourself for a while. I have to have a chat with Jimmie."

As he left, she heard him lock the door. That frightened her, but only for a brief moment. Cathy realized that she was safer with it securely locked. She turned to the opposite wall and saw another hard penis waiting for her. This one was very large and very black. Her stomach knotted and growled with the knowledge that her first black cock was about to invade her mouth and gag her with its enormous length. She attacked it with gusto. She came hard way before he did, but he didn't care, as long as she got him off.

Cathy lost all track of time and space. She went back and forth, from one wall to the other, sucking and endless supply of cocks. She had no idea how many men had used her mouth. Just that phrase, in her mind, caused her pussy to quiver. She also didn't know how many times she had cum tonight. If she counted her house, the restaurant and here, it must be near a dozen. She wondered if that was some kind of world record.

It took her a few minutes to realize that there were no more wonderful cocks for her to suck. The walls were empty and she felt disappointment at the thought that she could actually have enjoyed a few extra blasts of protein rich liquid from nasty, horny men.

The key in the door lock drew her attention. Harry walked in and told her, "Pick up your clothes and follow me, but don't wipe off your face or tits."

Cathy hadn't even thought of what she must look like, with perhaps dozens of men's creamy fluid drenching her body, she had to look like a real sicko slut. She closed her eyes and tried to envision what others might see and was sorely tempted to diddle her clit one more time, as her mind responded to the mental image with another surge of passion. But she managed to keep her hands off of her pussy, as Harry seemed to be in a hurry. So she grabbed her filthy clothes and followed him out of her new favorite room.

They went to the end of the dark passageway and through an unmarked door. Cathy found herself standing before eight men in various stages of undress. Some had their pants down to their ankles, some had removed their pants and a few just had their dicks poking out through their zippers. All of them were fondling their cocks.

Harry smacked her hard on the ass and ordered her to, "Get on your knees, slut. It's still feeding time at the zoo." 

Cathy knew what was expected of her. Indeed, she thrilled at the prospect of seeing the whole body of the man she was sucking. And performing before a group of men who were waiting to plunge their cocks past her sore lips raised her lust back to the high level it had been just a short time ago. She hoped that she would be fucked as well; preferably at the same time she was giving a blow job. It had been a secret desire of hers for a long time.

Cathy didn't disappoint them and neither was she disappointed. The nearest man grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his crotch saying, "Come on, you fucking whore, eat cock." He didn't wait for a response from her; he slapped her hard, causing her to yelp. When she did, he thrust his stiff prick into her mouth and didn't stop pushing it into her mouth, until it hit the back of her throat.

It was a bit more brutal than she was ready for, but she knew that in a few brief moments she would love it. To her delight, another guy knelt behind her and began smacking her ass. She knew then that he intended to plow her sopping wet pussy and she wiggled her butt, as best she could, to entice him to use her hungry hole. Without warning, he plunged his cock into her. He marveled at the fact that his prick went completely in, telling the others, "Hey fellas, this bitch is so fucking turned on that my dick didn't feel no resistance at all. What a nasty slut."

Cathy wanted to thank him for the compliment, but with a stiff cock plundering her sucking maw it was out of the question. The man in her pussy wouldn't cum for a minute or so, but she had no control of her body now. She came hard as she reveled in the totally obscene picture she must have made for the others. Over and over, she thought to herself, 'I'm a slut, I'm a slut, I'm a slut.'

The men used her aching throat and pussy, dumping load upon load into her mouth and cunt. She was vaguely aware that some men, having used her once already, were jerking off and shooting their reduced loads on her back and in her hair, although much of it landed on the filthy floor.

Cathy came...oh yes, she came...several more times. She had a fleeting wonder if she could qualify for the Guinness Book of Records. Her depravity had reached such a level that it washed all decency from her being. She knew that she could never go back to being the insipid little wall flower that she had been for her entire life. A new Cathy was born in this room and she was a filthy cock loving piece of shit whore. Furthermore, she didn't want to go back; not after the extreme pleasures she had discovered this evening.

The endless line of cocks had reached an end; yet Cathy, on all fours, swayed back and forth in a trance like state, expecting more penises to ravage her mouth and cunt. Finally Harry's voice brought her back. "You stupid fucking whore, you wasted some of the guys jizz. Now put your face down to the floor and lick it all up, while I fuck your ass."




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He took a small tube of lube from his pocket and greased up the brown sphincter of her derriere and put a bit more on his cock. Cathy had never had anal sex, and had always been terrified at the though of some man splitting her butt wide open. Harry showed surprising gentleness, as he slowly pushed his cock head past the entrance of her nether region. He stopped and held in place, allowing her rosebud to stretch a bit, and then he gradually slid completely into her ass.

Once he had bottomed out, the remaining men cheered and made numerous vulgar comments. Cathy was amazed that her rear end could accommodate the intrusion. But what really surprised her was how alive she felt, as the other men observed the taking of her sweet ass. A few of them began to masturbate again, aiming their stiff pricks at her face.

Harry smacked her butt cheeks and said, "Get with the program, cunt. Start cleaning the floor like the dirty whore you know you are."

Cathy bent low and pursed her lips, as she suctioned the cum from the filthy floor, pulling in as much dirt and dust, as she did slimy cold goo. As men loosed their loads on her and the floor, she awkwardly maneuvered to get the loads. It was difficult to shift around, as Harry began to really get into the plundering of her last virgin hole.

She didn't think that she could possibly cum again, but as Harry began to make his final drives deep into her bowels, she felt the rapid build up of another big one. It hit Cathy so fast she never realized she was that aroused. Yet she came, screaming, as Harry came with her while spanking her ass for all he was worth.

Harry damned near fell over, as he removed his deflated cock from her ass. He smacked her one last time and said, "Clean me up, cunt."

She wasn't offended or turned off. She wasn't turned on either. She was what she was now, and she found it easy to take his soiled prick in her mouth. The taste of her own ass on his limp piece of man meat was not revolting to her. It was just the price she had to pay for the pure sick joy she had experienced the past several hours.

Once he was satisfied that she had cleaned him well enough he said, "You did good, bitch. Come on, let me get you home. I'm tired, so I'll sleep at your place and leave in the morning."

When she attempted to stand, she had to reach out and grab Harry's offered hand to avoid falling. That's when she discovered just how sore she was. Her jaw was on fire and she felt every muscle in her body, as the tissues burned sharply with each movement. Cathy went to put on her blouse and skirt and found that they were both covered in cum, some of it already dried, making it stiff and uncomfortable.

As they walked out to the main part of the store, Jimmie approached her and said, "Hey look, bitch, you're welcome back anytime you want. But you gotta know the secret sign. Here, come look at the lights blinking in the window. See the colored lights around the frame. Well when the blue one, in the corner is out, it's safe to come in and do your thing. If the blue one is on, that means the vice cops are here, checking me out. Oh, and when you're in a booth, you got to watch for a blue light that I turn on when they walk in the store. So don't fuck up and get us both in trouble, cause I don't want to lose my license."

She answered, "OK," keeping the use of her aching jaw to a minimum.

Harry drove and Cathy slept all the way to her house. Harry poured her into bed, without a shower or any sort of clean up. She was aware of him falling into the bed next to her and could care less. She didn't dream, she was in zombie sleep. But in the morning, Cathy would realize the full ramification of her acts.

End of chapter three

Thanks for the feedback. I've had a few good suggestions for the next chapter, which should be another twisted sex romp for re-born Cathy.



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What kind of sick bastard are you for reading this crap? Thank you!

Chapter four

Cathy slowly woke in the late morning to the whistling of Harry coming from the bath room. She rolled over and tried to get back to sleep, but she just couldn't. With every little movement, she felt her aching muscles crying out for relief.

She called out to him, "Harry, would you please look in the medicine chest and get me some aspirin and a glass of water?"

He came sauntering into her bedroom, totally nude, wet, obviously just showered and said, "Hey, I ain't your fucking servant. Get it yourself. Anyway, moving around will help you feel better."

She was still tired, as she gazed at the man who had reached into her brain and made her aware of her most secret, nasty desires. He stood there in all of his naked glory, a man in his fifties, a huge pot belly, which folded over itself to create a roof for his crotch. His body was covered with black and gray hair to the extent that he looked like an old bear. Harry's filthy comments and over all vulgar way of addressing her had opened up a side of her that she didn't know existed. Cathy never would have guessed that she could be turned on by the vile things he had exposed her to the previous night.

She remembered licking his smelly armpits and belly, before taking his sweaty, stinking cock into her mouth and sucking him off, until he blew a load of cum down her throat. As she tried to envision what she had looked like when was she groveling at his feet, Cathy felt a stirring in her loins. 

Dear God, she thought, it's true. I'm attracted to the grossest sexual behavior. I'm a closet slut and didn't know I had it in me. Still, she had to admit that she had never experienced such incredible pleasure in her entire life. She may have cum more than a dozen times last night; she had lost count. And how many cocks had she sucked on, and how much cum had she swallowed? She vaguely remembered crawling on her belly, as she sucked up the drops of white, creamy goo that men had shot on the floor. It further jogged her sex machine, when they laughed at her and called her names like whore, slut and pig, as Harry plowed into her asshole. 

Harry was nearly dressed, when he shouted at her, "Hey cunt, stop playing with yourself. Why don't you get a shower? You'll feel better."

Cathy was embarrassed, because she didn't realized that she had begun to massage her wet pussy. She looked at him and asked, "Would you like me to lick your asshole and blow you?"

He shot back, "Naw, I gotta job lined up and it's good money; so I ain't gonna turn it down.

"You need to slow down kid, or you'll wear that thing out. Get cleaned up, and then get something to eat. It'll help to clear your head. Why don't you go through your clothes and find a few outfits that make you look like the slut you are. Then go hunting for some fun."

She gave him a pleading look, "But I thought that you were going to be here today, to help guide me."

He laughed. "You fucking cunts are all alike. Once I show you the door to a different world, you expect me to hold your damn hand, while some body fucks you. Listen kid, you did good last night. You found a new you. And you don't need me anymore, not after the show you put on."

Now she was troubled. "But I really don't know what to do."

His short temper flared, "God damn it, I introduced you to Wanda, I showed you Jimmie's adult store. Those are great places to find the kind of kink you're looking for. I gotta go sweet cheeks." He leaned over to her and kissed her on the forehead like a father, while his finger grabbed her pussy, and then he rammed three of his stubby digits into her. Her sharp intake of breath, as she arched her hips up to his probing hand, gave proof to the existence of the new, dirty Cathy. 

Harry removed his fingers, wiped them on her stomach and waved good bye. "Aw shit!" she cried out. He was gone in a flash and she was now horny as hell. And in the absence of potential relief, her mind became aware of another problem. She was really feeling just how sore she was from last nights activities. Maybe a warm bath was called for.

As the hot sudsy water eased the considerable discomfort of her strained muscles and joints, Cathy tried to focus her thoughts on minor problems she was having at work and projects she had been putting off at home; but it was to no avail. Her sore jaw was a reminder of the many cocks which had plundered her face, and her sore elbows and knees were a reminder of the time she had spent sucking and fucking like an animal. Those thoughts always reminded her of her most humiliating and thrilling performance, when she groveled on her belly and licked the cum of strangers off of the floor. That mental image caused instant lust to throb in her loins.

Her fingers worked their way down to her wanton, hungry mound and began gently caressing the lips of her pussy. Her desire took over her thoughts and she imagined herself crawling on all fours as men jeered and cursed at her, as she sucked the scum from their balls, while sucking their cocks. It didn't take long for her to achieve an orgasm, yet the flavorless pleasure of doing it alone left her wanting far more than she could accomplish by herself.

She began to cry, as the realization set in that only by totally immersing herself in some crazy twisted scene, in front of and through the abuse of others, could she reach the heights of sexual bliss. She needed the same degree of stimulation, which she had attained the night before.

It was with depressing honesty that she uttered out loud, "Dear God, I'm a born slut. I was meant to be a woman who grovels before men and enjoys servicing their cocks with my mouth and cunt."

Cathy lazed in the tub for over an hour. The warmth and cleansing of the bath had rejuvenated her. As she dried herself off, she decided to do a bit of house work, and then she would go looking for trouble.

An hour of dusting and vacuuming took her to just after Twelve Noon, when she realized she hadn't had a thing to eat. Good, she thought, this works out quite well. I'll put on something slutty and go have lunch at Wanda's restaurant.

It was a very hot day, so she could get away with some light clothing. She chose a short tan skirt, about mid-thigh and a thin white blouse. She tried the blouse with and without a bra. Her nipples were easily seen through the material, so Cathy opted to leave the bra at home and go for the total slut look. She applied dark eyeliner, above and below her eyelids, dark eye shadow, a little rouge to highlight her cheeks and a very garish red lipstick. When she took a final gaze in the mirror, she didn't see the lady who worked at a boring job five days a week. The woman who was staring back at her was a cheap looking slut. Perfect!

Wanda's was on the other side of town, so it took her forty minutes to get there. It was a terrible part of town, in an industrial area and served hardworking men and women who sweated for a living. She parked in back, as Harry had done the day before, and entered through the back entrance. As she walked down the hall, she noticed that the door to Wanda's office was closed, so she went on into the restaurant. It was Saturday and the normal lunch crush was absent, yet most of the booths were full. She took a small table in the middle and plopped down, as she picked up the dirty old menu from between the salt and pepper shakers. It was stuck together with some glop, left over from breakfast, but she ignored that and selected a grilled cheese sandwich, as being unlikely to kill her.

The badly overweight Wanda came waddling over to her and said, "Well, well, well, look what the fucking cat drug in. You look like you're all spruced up and ready for some more fun." Then she leaned in close and whispered, "You got a hankerin to lick my armpits again and to suck on my clit?"

Cathy gazed at the vulgar woman with revulsion, and yet she couldn't deny that it was the vileness of this nasty beast that turned her on. The memory of cleaning those smelly hairy armpits sent a strong message to her pussy, which began lubricating, as she caught a whiff of the foul woman's scent.

She licked her lips and smiled at Wanda quietly saying, "I could get into that again, but I think I'll need more this time. Can you help me out there?" Cathy was hoping that Wanda could provide a few hard working men who wanted to dump a load of cum down her throat or in her pussy.

Wanda gave her a nasty lustful grin and told her, "Wow, this is your lucky fucking day. You see, on Saturday's, I have a few friends come over to play poker. They're in my office right now just waiting for me to finish with lunch and then we'll play. But I know these chicks would enjoy some entertainment, while we try and take each other's money. Come on back and I'll introduce you."

Cathy was a little disappointed that there were no men offered. However, she knew that she could get into a scene with woman too, so she tilted her head and said, "I like the way you think, but I want to eat first. I'm starving, and want a grilled cheese sandwich."

Wanda ran her greasy hand through Cathy's hair, firmly gripping the back of her neck. "Sweet cheeks, you just come with me into the kitchen. I'll have my cook get you the best damn grilled cheese you ever ate."

The cook was an older guy about sixty and skinny as a rail. His face was so full of wrinkles that he looked a bit like one of those Chinese Sharpei dogs. His T-shirt was covered with stains from damned near everything served in the place, and it may not have been the first day he had worn it, without a good cleaning.

"This here is Charlie. He don't look like much, but he's the best damn short order cook in town." As Cathy nodded to him, without speaking, Wanda told him, "This is...well shit, I don't know your fuckin name. Oh what the hell. Charlie this is Sluty-Whaty and she needs a grilled cheese sandwich."

Wanda then took the liberty of caressing one of Cathy's breasts and told her, "Now if you really want to get your mouth on that sandwich, I think you'll find that old Charlie will do a better job of it, if you get your cocksucking mouth on his prick first. After he dumps a load down your throat, he'll be up to the task of cooking for you. Get on your knees and open up. Charlie, why don't you show Slutty-Whaty to Mister Winky?"

The cute little nick names didn't do anything for Cathy, but the casualness of the humiliating comments reinvigorated her lust. As she smiled at the old man and slowly went down on her knees, he yanked down his zipper and showing no underwear, pulled out his flaccid penis. It seemed to be a nice, average sized cock, and as Cathy moved her face in close, she could smell his body odor. He may have had a shower in the last day or so, but she doubted it.

It was the foul aroma that racked her up a notch, as she took his cock in hand and guided it to her open mouth. She slid her tongue down the underside of his prick and tasted the vile accumulation of sweat and God only knew what else. Yet, she recognized the arousing effect it had him, as she massaged the man's growing shaft with her tongue and lips. He began thrusting at her and placed his hand behind her head, pulling her down onto his cock and choking her. The involuntary gagging noise was a turn on for the guy; that was obvious.

"That's the way to do it bitch. Suck my cock. You're good at this and I can tell you like to eat a man's meat. Well just you keep it up and I'm going to give you an appetizer, while I make your sandwich."

She was getting pretty hot herself, as she drove her face up and down the length of his fully erect prick. Wanda was laughing behind her and observed, "You really can't help yourself, can you, slut? You just got to get a mouthful something. Hurry up Charlie, she ain't the only customer you to cook for."

Charlie didn't need any encouragement. He was driving into her mouth quite rapidly then, when he announced, "Here it comes, you fucking whore. Swallow every fucking bit of it."

Cathy didn't need to be told, but she knew that he took delight in verbally abusing her, which was fine with her. She had used her right hand to lift her short skirt then started to probe her wet pussy. She just wished that she could get off right then, but she knew it wasn't going to happen. He was way ahead of her and Wanda wanted her to hurry up and get to the poker party.

Charlie's grunts of quickly taken pleasure announced the arrival of a small load of scummy slick cum, which oozed out of his old cock and deposited itself in her mouth. She had hoped that he would shoot a good sized load for her to appreciate, but an old fart like him just couldn't manufacture a big load. She was disappointed, yet she didn't blame Charlie. He enjoyed himself and had done the best that he could.

Wanda pulled her to her feet by the hair and said, "Good work! Now eat, and then we can have some real fun."

To her great surprise, when she turned back to Charlie, he was holding out a plate with a perfect looking Grilled cheese sandwich on it. Now, normally that wouldn't be a big deal, but he had managed to prepare it, using one hand, while the other was pulling her head down on his cock.

She thanked him and began eating right away. It may have been due to her extreme hunger, but as grilled cheese sandwiches went, it was fabulous. She complimented him, "Damn this is really good."

Wanda responded, "Didn't I tell ya he's the best damn short order cook in town. And I use the best cheese and butter for it too. I wouldn't last two weeks in this place if I served these hard workin guys a pile of shit every day. Now finish that up, and then I've got some fur pie for you to munch on."

Things were slowing down in the restaurant, so Wanda told Charlie to handle it, and then told Cathy, "OK slut, let's go on back to my office and I'll introduce my friends to you."

Wanda led the way, as Cathy followed and gazed at Wanda's fat ass. She remembered having to pull hard to separate that ass, so that she could get her tongue all the way inside and taste the filth that awaited her. She felt her cunt twitch at the thought of performing that same act in front of Wanda's friends. It struck her that here was something else that definitely turned her on, public, or least semi-public humiliation.

Wanda stopped at the door and turned to her saying, "Now listen sweet cheeks, these are good friends of mine. You know what I expect from you don't you? I don't want to be embarrassed just because you decide you don't like the way somebody looks or smells. Once I tell 'em you're the kind of bitch that likes it dirty and nasty, they'll want a piece of you. So, are you OK with that? Are you going to go through with all the same kind shit we did before?"

Cathy didn't hesitate. "I want to remind you that this is all knew to me. I mean, being used like a cheap slut and everything. But, thanks to sweet old Harry, I've discovered that I really get off on it. If I wasn't looking for some action, I wouldn't have come back here. Now, do you want me to strip out here, so I can go in naked?" She started to unbutton her blouse.

Wanda shook her head, "No! Some of the guys out there in the restaurant can still see you. If you go pullin' off your clothes out here, they're gonna want a piece of you; and I ain't runnin' no whore house. Just wait 'til I get ya in the office. I got an idea for how you can strip, once we're in there."

"OK!"

Wanda opened the door and walked through in front of Cathy. There were three women sitting at a round table, across from a small desk. Two of them were pretty badly overweight, even more so than Wanda. But the third woman was skinny as a rail. There was something about her that grabbed Cathy the moment the woman caught sight of her. It was the way the woman gazed at her. There was hungriness in her eyes, like a tigress on the prowl for food, and Cathy was just the meat she needed.

Wanda wasted know time with pleasantries. "Hey gals, this here is a horny little slut. I call her Slutty-Whaty 'cause I can't remember her name. Anyway, she was here yesterday and showed me just how nasty she likes it. She really is a dirty little whore, from the other side of town. I guess she just enjoys getting off by servicing the hard workin' folks on our side of town. She licks sweaty armpits and assholes and, of course, she loves to eat pussy; don't you, you nasty slut?"

As a wave of arousal washed over her, Cathy nodded, her face turned beet red and she said, "Yes, I've just recently found that out about myself."

They all chuckled at her admission and obvious embarrassment. Wanda pointed at a gray haired plumper, with a face shot through with broken veins and introduced her as Sally. The woman raised her hand and waved, without speaking, and then she reached for her glass, which contained am amber liquid; scotch or bourbon Cathy presumed.

The next female (Cathy would never consider her to be a lady) was another big one, named Phil. A bit younger than Sally, and glassy eyed, no doubt from the several empty beer bottles in front of her. She had mousy brown hair, with a few gray strands mixed in. Her breasts were enormous and the woman's bra barely contained the mountain of flesh, which protruded up and out the top of her undersized blouse. Phil said, "Well ain't this a nice surprise. Welcome to the party, slut girl." Again chuckles all around.

Then Wanda poked her finger at the slender woman, with the dangerous eyes. "That's Cherry, but there ain't nothing cherry about her."

The woman, Cherry stood and offered her hand, asking in a demanding way, "What's your name, bitch?" There was something very intimidating, but also thrilling about the way Cherry seemed to take over the room.

Being somewhat taken back by Cherry's dominant presence she accepted the woman's hand and stammered, "C-Cathy."

They stood there, shaking hands as they looked each other up and down. Cathy's nipples hardened and her pussy became wetter by the moment. She took in the image of this very slender woman. She was svelte really. There was a controlled grace in that thin wispy body. She was much younger than the others and she seemed out of place here, to Cathy's way of thinking. 

Cherry had shoulder length black hair, but well taken care of. The woman obviously didn't use a beauty salon to style her hair, yet it was clean and brushed out, with a hint of natural curliness to it. She wore a black cotton blouse, which was thin and well worn. Her nipples poked through the material, revealing a lack of brassiere, which wasn't needed, as she had no discernable breasts what so ever. The jeans she wore were the stretch type of false denim that hugged her tiny ass and slender thighs like a second skin. Cathy could even see the folds of her pussy being split by the snug fitting pants. The stiletto high heels Cherry wore were black, well worn, scuffed, but recently polished.

It was Cherry's eyes that drew Cathy's attention. They were very dark, almost black and set deeply beneath a thick, heavy uni-brow. Cathy had heard of such peculiarities before, but this was the first time she had ever seen anyone with the strange physical trait. Most people would have plucked the middle part to create two well defined eye brows, but Cherry had done nothing of the sort. Her hair came down close to her facial features and thinned out, but there was a fine fur that Cathy could detect all over the woman's face. Cherry's mustache was dark and she obviously made no effort to trim that either.

Lost in her reverie, Cathy was brought back to reality, when Cherry squeezed her hand extra hard, sending a little pain up her arm. "So little slut, have you finished looking me over?"

Although Cherry and she were probably around the same age and Cathy was significantly taller, she felt like a little girl in the hand of and adult. She mumbled out, "Yes ma'am."




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The others laughed loudly at her submissive response. Cherry yanked on her hand, pulling her in closer and asked, "Well are you ready to get started, slut?"

Still mesmerized by the woman's dominant personality, she replied, "Yes ma'am."

Cherry's face took on an evil grin and without warning, Cherry drove a knee brutally into Cathy's crotch. The pain went deeply into her loins and caused her to double over, as she let out a loud groan of anguish at the unexpected assault. Cherry's hand had never let go and it was the only reason Cathy was able to maintain her balance.

"Stand up, slut. I'm just getting started."

As Cathy rose, she tried to distance herself from Cherry, but she was limited to the length of her arm, as Cherry hadn't let go of her hand. She pleaded to the slender, scary woman, "Please Cherry, I'm not into pain."

Cherry smiled in a condescending way and sweetly asked, "But you are a filthy slut, aren't you?"

At this point Cathy just wanted to please the woman. "Yes Ma'am"

Again, Cherry squeezed her hand cruelly. "I think you can be more specific than that. Tell us all what kind of a slut you are and what you're going to do to pleasure us all."

Cathy froze momentarily, but quickly collected herself and said, "I'm a dirty slut, the nastiest slut you've ever seen. I want to lick and suck all of you, all over. I will lick you your armpits and your asses and your cunts. I'll lick the sweat from beneath your tits. I'll clean your feet and suck your toes."

Cherry still had her hand and therefore, she still had control of Cathy. "Do you drink warm, yellow piss, Cathy? Are you that kind of slut? And will you grovel at our feet and beg for us to sit on you face, so that you can eat our pussies?"

Cathy was more into men and cocks and cum, But the nasty mental image of her lying on her back, as one of these fat pigs squatted over her face, sent a jolt of lust straight to Cathy's wet snatch. This was closer to what she'd wanted when she started out this afternoon.

She announced, "Yes, I'll do that, if that's what you want. I don't really get off on drinking pee, but I'll do it to please you. Just don't hurt me."

Cherry grinned with delight, as she had gotten from Cathy what she wanted, obedience. She said, "Well then Cathy dear, take off your clothes and let's see if you're good enough for us."

Her blouse and skirt were quickly shed, and she stood before them, nude but for high heels. Cathy's 5' 10" height made her much taller than any of the other women, and with heels she towered over them. But her desire to be used and degraded, caused her to feel small and at the whim of the older women.

She was standing nearest to Sally, who ran a hand up between her thighs and fondled her pussy, as though she had done it many times before. Her chubby fingers found a wet cunt, which easily opened to the invasion of two fat digits, while a thumb massaged her clit.

Sally announced, "Jesus, her pussy's a lake. My fingers are covered in greasy honey." Without warning, Sally pulled her fingers out, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Cathy, and satisfied giggles from the others. Then Sally cruelly drove a wet finger into Cathy butt hole. Cathy let out a loud, "AAAHHH SHIT!"

"Her asshole is tight is as a tick." All four of the women laughed at her misfortune. Yet she couldn't deny her body's reaction to the assault on her posterior. She made no effort to escape from Sally's finger, as it slid in and out of her rectum. In fact she began to move onto it with her hips, as she closed her eyes and relished the humiliating treatment.

When Wanda spoke, Cathy opened her eyes to see her standing nude in front of her. The smelly restaurant owner lifted one arm and commanded, "Clean my pits, bitch."

Cathy moaned and leaned forward, as Wanda's fat, sweaty body slid up against her own. Cathy took a few deep breaths, in order to capture the vile aroma of the disgusting, hairy armpit in front of her. The odor sent a shudder of lust through her body, reminding her that the new Cathy was meant for this. Then she opened her mouth wide and snaked out her tongue and began licking the gooey, matted hair growing from the cave of Wanda's arm. The horrible flavor was as she remembered, vile and disgusting. The woman's sweat was cloying and reeked of decay.

All this time, Sally had continued to finger fuck Cathy's asshole, but the lube had run out, so it was becoming painful. Sally asked her, "Is that dry ass starting to be too much for you deary?"

Cathy pulled back to answer, "Yes Ma'am." As she spoke, Wanda shifted and presented Cathy with her other nasty, hairy 'pit' to cleanse. Again Cathy moaned with vile delight, as she set about the task of sucking the juice from Wanda's pores.

Cherry moved around behind her and began swatting her ass, not to hard, just enough to inspire her lust to a higher level. When Wanda lifted her saggy tits and ordered her to, "Lick the sweat from my tits. Show my friends what a sick piece of shit you really are."

Her tongue never left Wanda's flesh, as it worked its way around to the woman's chest and found, to Cathy's lustful joy, mouthfuls of stinking goo lingering beneath the huge tits, waiting to be consumed by her. She had lost herself to her senses of smell, and taste, as she constantly moaned, while performing her duty. Cherry had shifted her attention to Cathy's breasts, mauling them with her small hands and occasionally twisting her nipples with those thin fingers.

Phil had joined in, by reaching around Wanda and grabbing at Cathy's pussy, which was a flood of liquid by then. Phil easily moistened her fingers, and then began rubbing Cathy's clit. Within seconds, Cathy was in the throws of her first climax of the afternoon. The women, who had been using her, were somewhat surprised and reluctant to cease their assault, until Cherry barked out, "That's enough for now girls. Let's give her a few moments to recover, and then we can get down to some serious shit. I can tell this one's going to need a lot of action," then to Cathy, "Aren't you, my dirty little slut?"

Cathy gazed into those dark eyes and answered with a challenge, "You have no idea how right you are."

Sally barked out, "Recover hell! I want this slut on her knees and between my thighs, sucking on my pussy"

Cathy slowly went to all fours and crawled to a place in front of Sally, as the large older woman, hunched down in her chair and spread her legs, exposing a pussy that was thin and covered with gray hair. As Cathy moved her face in close to Sally's crotch, she could easily smell the odor wafting from the foul, unwashed snatch. Sally placed a hand on Cathy's head and guided it to the pile of gray fuzz at the vortex of her thighs.

Phil spoke up then. "Eat that pussy, you nasty little slut. That's what you came for, so get in there and munch on old Sally's cunt." Phil emphasized her point with a loud smack on Cathy behind. The blow to her ass combined with the vulgar verbal abuse sent a jolt of lust straight to Cathy's pussy, as she unloosed a moan of obvious arousal. The other women chuckled at her debasement, which made for further heightening of her sexual bliss.

Cathy's tongue went out, searching for the entrance to Sally's pussy, and encountered the gray steel wool the covered the surrounding area. She pushed through that and finally felt the stinking, wet hole, which was leaking cunt goo. Cathy slurped at the liquid and tasted the musky goodness of Sally's sex. Her mouth worked as a plunger, pushing and sucking, as her tongue sought out the depths of the gross old woman's dark cavern.

Sally started pulling on Cathy's hair and cried out, "My clit, you stupid fucking whore. Suck my clit."

Withdrawing her tongue and capturing the bloated little nubbin of lust, Cathy began sucking and licking Sally's clit. To Cathy's surprise, Sally was able to raise her hips and thrust them at Cathy's face, as she screamed out, "Oh fuck yes! Oh fuck. Suck it, you sweet little piece of shit. Suck it hard now; I'm so fucking close. Oh you dirty, nasty little whore."

Cathy wanted to finger her own pussy, but Sally was bucking so hard that she needed to keep both hands on the floor, just to keep from being tossed away. When Sally exploded, she loosed a squirt of juice into Cathy's mouth that didn't taste quite like the lubrication she been devouring. She had heard of women that did this, but had never experienced it herself. It was just one more thing that she realized was a turn on for her. She loved it.

She was going to tell the other's, but before she had a chance to catch her breath, Wanda grabbed a handful of Cathy's hair and said, "I ain't waitin, bitch. I want to get off right now. Do me right and I won't charge you for the grilled cheese sandwich."

What a strange thing to say, thought Cathy, as Wanda sat on the edge of the table and laid back, with her legs spread wide and held high in place with both hands. "You can start by cleanin' my ass hole, and then I want to piss, before I cum. Now get to work."

Having been through this yesterday, Cathy knew just how to go about it. She used her hands to ply apart the fleshy butt to expose the nasty brown sphincter of Wanda's ass. She started licking around the hole and finally, moistening the entrance with her saliva, plunged her tongue into the vile pit of the disgusting restaurateur.

"Holy fucking shit. You've improved overnight, slut. You've got some real talent at being a dirty little whore. Taste my shit baby. Tell the girls what it's like."

Cathy was fired up pretty good, as she backed away long enough to say to the other's, "I can taste the dirty foul shit in Wanda's ass hole; and it's terrible and wonderful at the same time...I want more." She dove back between the fat, bulging cheeks of the woman's derriere, again stroking her tongue in and out of the tight little hole.

After a minute or so, Wanda loudly announced, "I gotta pee."

Cathy quickly moved her face to the center of Wanda's crotch, covering her pussy with her mouth. Wanda let loose just before she was able to completely position herself and that resulted in a face full of warm, salty piss, which burned her eyes. Cathy shut her eyes tightly as she slurped down most of Wanda's bladder juice. There was just too much of it and it was shooting out too quickly to catch it all. The overflow shot out of Cathy's nose and around her lips, running down her chest, over her breasts and onto the floor.

The other women laughed like hell at Cathy's humble attempt to catch it all, and a few comments went out about her needing more practice. Cathy felt both humiliated and excited by her actions, as well as the rough and nasty comments about her disgusting behavior. Still, she had work to do.

She began lapping at Wanda's pussy, licking the length of it, and then driving her tongue deeply into the greasy hole that passed for her pussy. Wanda was panting loudly and ordered, "Clit, slut. Suck my clit NOW."

Cathy sucked the fat blob of meat that was Wanda's most sensitive spot. After a minute of licking and sucking, Wanda began to buck violently and screamed out, "Oh yeah, that's it you fucking hot little pig. That's perfect, NOW, cunt, NOW!" Wanda grasped Cathy's head and was using it like a fuck toy, as she ground her loins into Cathy's pulverized face, nearly suffocating her, while the climax took Wanda to her nasty finish.

Wanda pushed Cathy back and she landed on her butt on the floor. She had been degraded and humiliated yet those two factors had left her burning hot with no immediate relief in sight. As she looked at the other two women, she saw that Phil had stripped completely, but Cherry was still fully dressed, which, under the circumstances, seemed strange.

Phil's bloated body began to move in her direction. The woman's breasts had to be the largest she had ever seen. They were fat, ridiculously pendulous and covered with stretch marks, yet Cathy felt a desire to lift them and suck on her broad nipples, which hung down below the woman's belly button.

Cathy's interest in those huge dangling orbs didn't go unnoticed. Phil asked, "You like my big tits don't you, my dirty little slut?"

Nodding her head, as she responded, "Uh huh."

Phil smiled at her as a mother would to her child. "Come here sweetie. I want you to nurse at mommies big boobs."

Like an obedient robot, Cathy crawled to Phil, who sat down on a chair and leaned over, allowing her enormous breasts to swing below the level of the chair seat. Cathy reached out and gently caressed them. She knew that they were heavy, but when she hefted them, she found that they were almost more than she could handle. Part of the problem was that, although they were heavy, they were also incredibly soft and flexible, like bags full of water. Cathy simply couldn't contain them in her hands. The heavy flesh would ooze out between her fingers, or off to the side of her hands. Phil's fat tits seemed to be everywhere.

Phil reached out a hand and stroked her face saying, "It's alright sweetie, everybody has trouble handling my monsters. Now go ahead and suck on my nipples, I love that; but you've got to suck hard to give me the right kind of fun."

The woman lifted her left breast out toward Cathy who quickly capture a bloated nipple with her lips and just as quickly had it pop right back out. Phil slapped her, not hard, but enough to smart a little. "You've got to start sucking just as soon as your lips hit it, baby, or else the thing will slip out."

Using the guidance from Phil, Cathy again latched onto the offered nipple and began sucking immediately. She had to put her face at an awkward angle to maintain a good suction, but she was able to pull a good portion of tit flesh into her mouth. She found herself suckling on the fat slobs tit like a little baby. 

To her great surprise, her mouth began to fill with a bland fluid. For a brief moment Cathy feared that it was blood; but then she realized that it was just mother's milk. Phil's breasts were not just fat, due to her seriously overweight condition. She was carrying around a pair of cow udders that produced baby food.

At first much of the pale white liquid fell from Cathy's lips and onto the floor. That's when Cherry gave her two quick swats on her ass and said, "Hey slut, Phil doesn't like to have her milk wasted. Drink it all, bitch. It's good for you."

Cathy made more of an effort to swallow all of the fluid that Phil's huge tit unloaded. Without warning, Phil yanked her boob out of Cathy's mouth and offered the other to her. She knew what was expected of her, so she took the other nipple into her mouth, suckled like a baby and was soon drinking another flow of the bland infant food.

A few minutes had gone by, when Phil pushed Cathy's sucking maw away from her massive tit and said, "I'm ready for some pussy action, slut. Lay on down on your back."

Cathy had just barely laid down, when Phil virtually jump over her, scarring the hell out of Cathy, as she plopped a foot down on either side of Cathy's chest. Phil then knelt down, lowering her hairy cunt to Cathy's uplifted face. There was a legitimate fear on Cathy's part that Phil would smother her to death. But the fat slob had enough common sense to move her knees wide, which allowed Cathy's face to fit up close to her pussy and still leave a little breathing room.

Once again, Cathy was given a new pussy to smell and taste. Phil's natural scent was different from Wanda's or Sally's; yet it had a similar cloying nastiness to it that turned her on. She also felt further arousal, as she traversed her tongue through the forest of Phil's thick, sweaty fur. She worked her tongue up into the wet crevice of the odiferous slit and sucked at the fluid that poured into her mouth. It wasn't lubrication. Phil was taking a piss, and she announced it to the other women. Cathy's exhilarating shame was all the more their delight.

"Suck harder, my little piss drinker. You really are a sick piece of shit aren't you?"

Cathy wasn't in a position to answer, but she knew and so did the others what the answer was. She was a twisted cunt and she couldn't help but love it. The degrading way they treated her was exactly what she was seeking, when she left the house that afternoon. A fleeting thought struck her that she would have preferred the abasement before men, with fat long cocks and lots of cum; but this was pretty good too.

Phil was rocking back and forth, yet being careful not sit down on Cathy's face. Thank God for that, Cathy thought. She felt hands on her legs, pulling them apart, as Phil said, "Work on my clit, little whore."

Shifting her head slightly, as Phil moved her hips a bit, provided Cathy with easy access to the long hunk of muscle, which was Phil's clitoris. Just as she pulled it past her lips, she heard Cherry's voice. "It's time for a new experience, slut. You just keep on sucking." That was easily done on her part.

Without warning, Cathy felt a sudden sharp sting on her exposed pussy, and then another and another. Cherry was spanking her cunt and she was helpless to stop, as her legs were help by Wanda and Sally, with Phil's massive girth to hold her torso prisoner.

Cathy pulled her face away and pleaded, "Please stop! I told you I'm not into pain."

Cherry laughed and shot back, "It doesn't stop until you get Phil what she needs." That was followed by more harsh smacks on her pussy. Cathy tried to twist her hips, but with the three heavy weights holding her down, it was impossible. So she went back to sucking on Phil clit and did so with a vengeance.

As she sucked, Cherry maintained a steady but tolerable series of blows on her pussy, which to Cathy's surprise, was getting quite wet. Cherry added to the physical abuse by casting insults at her that further enhanced her arousal. "You hate to admit it to yourself, but you're a real life piece of shit slut, Cathy. You love it when you're dredged through the most disgusting scenes of debauchery, don't you. You truly are a filthy little whore. And as for my spanking your pussy, I can see that it's leaking quite a bit of juice now. You simply can't help yourself, my dear. You are a bottom feeder, and you love it."

Phil was going through the joy of a huge climax and mumbling vile expletives at her, yet it was Cherry's words that she latched onto. She knew that the woman had her number, and that she was correct in her assessment of Cathy's sick twisted needs. Furthermore, Cathy couldn't deny the need of her own pussy, as she did the best that she could to raise her loins up to Cherry's abusing hand. The woman knew how to read her, that was obvious. Cherry saw that Cathy was near to another big 'O' and lightened the severity of her strikes, while speeding them up, much to Cathy's enjoyment.

Thankfully, Phil removed her bulk from above Cathy's head, allowing her breath better, and then spit in her face. Cathy exploded, as the final insult to her person in front of the laughing deriding women, coupled with the beautiful stinging in her cunt, sent her into another world. Her hips were free to buck then, and she thrust them up to the cruel hand of Cherry. At the sight of Cathy's ultimate bliss, Cherry slowed her swats down, but applied them harder, which served to extend Cathy's aguish and joy.

Cathy lay on the floor, recuperating from a very satisfying orgasm, while three of the four women sat around the table drinking and commenting about what a deliciously dirty slut she was. Cherry was the exception. She hovered over Cathy, starring at her like a cat watching a mouse, before it pounced on its weak prey. At first this didn't bother Cathy at all. But as she regained some strength, she realized that Cherry would be expecting some form of satisfaction and Cathy knew there would be a knew twist to her adventures.




Cathy's Sick Desire Ch. 04



The three recently pleasured women wrapped up there vulgar comments and went silent, as they looked to Cherry to see what she would do. She kicked Cathy's shoulder, not hard, but enough to garner her full attention. With an evil smile she announced, "My turn, cunt."

Cherry began to disrobe. She removed her heels first then her blouse, revealing the extremely small breasts, which Cathy had anticipated, and then the spandex jeans. What stood above Cathy barely seemed human. Cherry was covered in a fine dark fur. It covered her chest, surrounding her dark black nipples, ran down her belly in a line across the belly button and joined the massive dark triangle of hair at the svelte woman's pussy. From there it covered her legs all the way down to her toes. The woman looked a little bit like a cat.

With supreme confidence Cherry said, "I'm so glad that you like to lick a woman's armpits. To me that means you're not averse to hair; and as you can see I have an abundance of that for you to play with."

Cherry walked around Cathy, as though sizing her up for the kill. That she was rather intimidating was an understatement. She went on, "I'm not into having my armpits licked, but I enjoy some other parts of me to have the attention of a willing slut like you."

She stopped pacing at Cathy's head and starred down into Cathy's eyes. Cathy was mesmerized and remained frozen in position, as Cherry spat upon her. It wasn't a hefty shot of spit. Cherry allowed a large slow moving blob of saliva to swing down onto her face. It was so degrading and made further so by the chuckles and taunts of the other women who reminded her that she was a sick, twisted whore.

As Cherry's spit rolled off of Cathy's cheek, Cherry went to her knees and placed her chest just above Cathy's face. "Lick the hair of my chest between my tits, and then suck on my nipples."

Cathy had just finished a good orgasm, so it came as a surprise that she felt the strong stirring of sexual desire building again so soon. She gladly wrapped her arms around the furry back of this dominant woman and raised her face to her chest. She snaked out her tongue and began licking at the soft, fine dark fur that graced Cherry's body. 

Cathy's lust was obvious, as she began breathing deeply, while devouring the sweet taste of Cherry's torso, which came as a surprise, as well. Cherry just didn't fit in to this group of girls. She was articulate and clean. It could be that she was accepted by them, in spite of her hairy body. Cathy could understand the need to find people who wouldn't reject her for such an unusual physical trait. And being somewhat more intelligent would give her an edge in the pecking order of the group.

Cathy's analysis ended as quickly as it started, when Cherry shifted her chest and offered a nipple to Cathy's hungry mouth. She traced a circle around the hard little nip with the tip of her tongue and found that she loved the feel of the fine tickling hairs on her oral digit. Cherry showed her appreciation of Cathy's effort by moaning and said, "Very nice. Now suck, slut." Cathy applied a gentle sucking pressure to the delicate nubbin and Cherry blurted out, "Suck harder, you stupid fucking whore." When Cathy did, Cherry said, "Better!"

Cherry controlled her efforts telling her when to move, when to lick and suck and how hard. As Cathy was paying homage to Cherry's other tit, the cat like woman, began tweaking, and then twisting Cathy's delicate nipples. Finally it became more than Cathy could bear, so she told Cherry that it was enough.

Cherry gave her nipples a vicious twist saying, "I'll decide when it's enough, got it?"

"Yes ma'am." If agreeing with Cherry and suffering a little while longer would bring an end to the abuse then Cathy would go along.

Cherry kept up the cruel treatment for another minute or so. Then she abruptly stopped, spun around and presented her thick furred pussy to Cathy's face. When Cathy attempted to raise her head to service Cherry's cunt, the controlling woman pushed it back down. "Drink first and don't you spill a single drop."

Cherry reached down with both hands and pulled open the lips of her pussy. She spread it wide revealing a black skinned cunt rim, with a lovely contrasting dark pink inner flesh. "Put your lips over my pee hole." Cathy did as she was ordered and quickly tasted the first spurts of urine from the hot hairy cunt. 

Try as she did, a little pee escaped her lips, but she caught most of it. Just like everything else about Cherry, her piss tasted different than the other women. Maybe it was due to the fact that the others drank more or washed less...well actually a lot less. But regardless, the flavor of her waste fluid wasn't bad, when compared to the vile dark yellow liquid that the others produced and dumped down Cathy's throat.

When Cherry was through, she backed away and looked down at Cathy saying, "OK, you did good. But you got some on my cunt hair, so now you can lick it off." Cherry spun around, facing Cathy's feet, placing her knees on either side of Cathy's head and lowered her loins to Cathy's face.

She began licking the thick, yet fine fur of the dominant woman's pussy, cleansing it of the last vestige of pee. Wanda said, "Cherry, you sure know how to make that slut work for you. How in the hell can you hold off from jammin' your cunt right down on her mouth."

Cherry threw her head back, while proudly smiling at the compliment and responded, "I just know what I want and I expect to get it. And I still have a few more surprises for our little slut."

Cathy felt dread at Cherry's comment. Facing to Cathy's feet meant that Cherry had easy access to Cathy's pussy, which she proceeded to swat with the tip of her fingers. The whip like action sent sharp stinging waves of minor pain through her loins; and while painful, they did raise her lust level a notch or two.

Cherry stopped spanking. She sat up then squatted, placing her hairy ass just above Cathy's face and said, "Here's a lovely brown present for you, my slut."

Her eyes gazed at Cherry's scrawny buttocks and saw the little puckered sphincter pulse once or twice, before it opened and a small brown turd began to make its appearance. Cherry was going to shit on Cathy's face. She was shocked and wanted to pull away, yet she was locked into position by nothing more than the power of her own lust, and the realization of the vile filthy act that she knew was about to occur.

The first little log was pinched off by the tight muscles of Cherry's ass and fell against Cathy's face then onto the floor. Cherry said, "Get it and eat it. You like sick shit, so you may as well eat some." 

The other's laughed and Cathy's pussy shuddered with the lust burning through her body. That it was so horribly perverse didn't matter. She was drawn to the moment, as she felt around her face, trailing her fingers across the floor until her hand came into contact with the small lump of crap. She put it under her nose and inhaled deeply. The powerful odor of filth and decay sent a wave of bliss straight to her pussy. She licked it, while holding it and savored the power of the horrible flavor and the act of doing so in front of an audience.

The women were talking endlessly now and all comments were about her and what a filthy pig she was. She barely heard them, as she placed the turd into her mouth and mashed the brown lump against the roof of her mouth, releasing more of the vile substance covering her tongue and tasting a myriad of wretched flavors. Cathy had entered a different realm, one not of this earth. Her whole world was Cherry, Cherry's ass and what came out of it.

Cherry asked her, "Are you ready for more?"

In a husky voice Cathy uttered, "Yes, please."

Cherry ignored her mouth for a moment and began to massage Cathy's pussy. It was sloppy wet with the lubricant that Cathy so prodigiously manufactured. Cherry spread the greasy liquid all around her shaved cunt and then inserted two fingers into Cathy's open cavern. Cathy humped the woman's hand, thrusting her hips up to meet the drilling fingers.

Cherry pulled them back out and said, "If you want more action, you're going to have to beg for more shit; and I mean beg to eat it, bitch. Beg in the nastiest way that you can."

Without giving it a second thought, Cathy shouted, "Please ma'am, please may I have more shit to eat. I love being a sick shit eating whore and your shit is so wonderful. I want you to shit in my mouth." Out of control and fully committed to the act, Cathy drove her face up against Cherry's skinny tight ass and thrust her tongue up into the woman's brown hole.

Her action caught Cherry off guard and she cried out, "Oh God damn! The filthy slut rammed her tongue in my ass. Well baby, if you're that hungry then I'll feed you and fuck your cunt for you. Come on Whore, suck shit from my asshole."

Cathy was nearly overcome with lust at the vile words going back and forth between them. With her mouth over Cherry's butt hole, she sucked hard. A large lump of crap filled her mouth and it was followed by a softer, creamier line of brown mush, which oozed around her lips and onto her face. The taste and smell of it all had Cathy at the brink of a huge climax. But what sent her over the edge was the insertion Cherry's whole hand into her hungry pussy.

Cathy chewed disgusting shit and came at the same time, as Cherry drove her small hand into her exploding cunt. Cherry mashed her butt down on Cathy's face, smearing the vile waste all around her nose, eyes, lips and cheeks. Cathy was lost in another world, as her orgasm erupted over and over. Multiple orgasms were new to her and the realization that she was in the midst of one was an additional enhancement to her seemingly endless joy.

The room and Cathy went black. She didn't know how long she was out, but when she awoke, she was still on the floor, with a face full of disgusting brown shit. She heard the sounds of fucking and rolled over see what was going on. She was shocked to see Wanda fucking Cherry in the ass, with an enormous strap on dildo.

Cherry was crying. Tears were pouring down her face, as Wanda drove the thick silicon prick into her gurgling pussy. "Oh baby that hurts so good. Fuck me hard my sweet. Fuck your little kitty." She was on the verge of a big one, and when it hit, Cherry cried out in loud moans and strange sounds, but not words.

When she had finished her joy, Wanda withdrew and unstrapped the big false cock. She then threw it at Cathy and said, "Eat the shit off of this thing. Then clean yourself up in the bathroom and get the hell out of here. We're going to play some cards."

Cathy was no longer aroused and certainly not in the mood to taste anymore of the filthy substance. Apparently her feelings were written on her face. Cherry grabbed her hair and spit in her face saying, "Do as my baby tells you to, you sick fucking piece of shit."

She was shocked at the sudden surge of threatening violence as well as the realization that Wanda, of all people, was the lover of Cherry. What a weird bunch of cunts, she thought. The silence hanging in the room and the stares of the four other women, reminded her of her vulnerable position. Strange as it seemed, Cathy realized that she was the oddball in the room.

She very reluctantly licked the dildo, which was covered with the mess from Cherry's dirty ass. This was the most degrading part of her afternoon, because there was no sexual joy left in her. Once she had it fairly clean, she went to the bathroom and took her time washing her face and rinsing her mouth out several times. She made a mental note to get some travel sized bottles of mouth wash and to always carry them in her purse. It also occurred to her that she should make a list of emergency supplies to carry or have near by, like in her car. Things like, wet wipes, condoms, toothbrush and definitely extra clean clothes.

It was late-afternoon when she pulled out from Wanda's restaurant and headed home. She was tired and wanted a nap, but she knew that she would be on the prowl later tonight, just something quick and short. Not Jimmie's porn shop, but something. Then she saw something in an ally and realized that it was some old homeless guy. Now there's an interesting possibility.

End of Chapter Four

I got one more chapter in this story. If you have any ideas for me, let me know.

Methuselah



Cathy's Sick Desire Ch. 05



Thanks for the comments and feedback. There were some good ideas. This chapter wraps up Cathy's tale. I got a few ideas for some other stuff, so keep checking in on me.

Chapter five

Another long hot bath and a nice nap had somewhat restored Cathy to a near normal condition. Although she doubted that she could ever feel normal again. In fact, she didn't want to. She had never known such incredible ecstasy in her life. She loved being used and realized that she could never go back to what she had been, just a few days ago.

As she lounged in nothing more than a pair of dark pantyhose, she enjoyed the feel of the nylons rubbing together on her legs. Using scissors, she had cut a hole in the crotch, leaving her pussy exposed. Although she was alone and at home, she still took a perverted pleasure in being so lewd. Now there was a word that she embraced...lewd. It fit the new Cathy.

As she ate a salad and a Weight Watcher's frozen dinner, she fondly remembered her afternoon at Wanda's. The power of her climaxes continued to amaze her. That she could have so many, in so short a period of time, was beyond belief. And to have experienced her first ever multiple orgasm, as she ate a mouthful of a strange woman's excrement was frightening. She didn't want to come down with some exotic disease. She knew that a variety of serious ailments could attack her, as a result of her lack of caution. Human feces were rife with potentially fatal organisms.

Still, the very memory of her outrageous behavior, was prodding the flames of her desire. Cherry's vile shit had tasted horrible; yet the act of eating it in front of others had taken her to another round of extraordinary pleasure.

'Damn,' she thought, 'I'm horny again.'

Cathy began to try and think of some new disgusting thrill for her to experience. She knew that she couldn't handle another all nighter, with untold numbers of men. But she did need some hot action. Then she recalled the homeless man she had seen, as she drove away from Wanda's place. HMMMMM.

She didn't feel like driving all the way across town, for just one old bum. However, there was a section of downtown that was only twenty minutes away and offered far more gentlemen of the non-resident types who could fill her needs. It was called The Union Mission and it was there that the homeless were given food, a chance to clean up and a place to sleep for one night. They wouldn't allow anyone to stay for more than one night a week, because there were so many of them. However, the surrounding area was rife with the men who stayed nearby for the food supplied from the mission's kitchen.

There were women too, of course, but mostly men. The neighborhood was badly run down and several surrounding buildings were old and empty. She had driven by there a few times, but usually tried to avoid that part of town. On those rare occasions, she noticed men sleeping in alleys or going through dumpsters, looking for God knew what. Now she recalled how vile and filthy looking they were and it woke her desire, as the disgusting possibilities ran through her mind.

She knew that she would end up there tonight. But first she would prepare a travel pack to take with her. In a small sport bag, she threw in antibiotic ointment and band aids, a few dozen condoms, a couple of small travel sized bottles of mouth wash, toothpaste and toothbrush, two hand towels, some strawberry flavored lubricant, an extra pair of blue jeans, a heavy T-shirt, and just for the hell of it a black vibrating dildo. She would need to stop at a drug store and pick up a bunch of individual packets of wet wipes. Those were not for the bums to use before they fucked her; they would be for her, after she had been defiled, hopefully repeatedly. She wanted the dirty men to remain so, as they used her.

She found an old skirt and blouse. They didn't match very well, but then the men she was going after wouldn't give a damn. She slipped on a pair of three inch heels. She'd worn them for a few years and had every intention of throwing them away, but just hadn't got around to it. She was anticipating having her clothing torn and left behind; that's why she was taking a change of clothes with her.

Thoughts and mental images of the acts that she was going to commit sent shivers of lust down her spine and she was sorely tempted to fondle her naked pussy. But she maintained some self control, knowing that to climax now would be a waste, when truly awesome lust was just an hour away.

She headed down town, stopping at a drug store to pick up a small package of wet wipes. While there, she also bought some Ibuprofen, two bottles of water and a squeeze bottle of douche, she was pretty sure that she would be glad to have brought some along.

Soon she was driving around in a nasty part of the down town area. It was after eight o'clock, the street lights were on and the homeless had already found there resting places for the evening. She parked her car, in a nearby, protected garage took her sport bag and headed for a spot two blocks away, where she had spotted some likely candidates.

She came upon the first guy and he was right where she had seen him as she drove past. He was curled up next to a dumpster. He was white, not that it mattered to her, and was wearing jeans and a couple of overcoats. It was a warm evening and Cathy thought that he must be burning up, but he didn't want to lose any of his prize possessions, so he wore them. As she got close to him, she saw he was filthy and clutching a pint bottle of wine. She read the label, 'Thunderbird.'

Cathy bent over to him and shook his shoulder. At first she didn't get a response, so she kept tugging on him, until he opened his eyes and stared blearily at her and asked, "What the fuck do you want?"

She didn't hesitate, "I need to get fucked and I picked you to do the job."

He gave her an angry look and told her, "Leave me the hell alone, bitch. It ain't right to tease the homeless."

"I'm dead serious mister. I want you to fuck me."

He looked up at her, a little more cognizant of her presence and what she was saying. "What are you, some kind of crazy bitch. Go away."

He was drunk; she could see that. Yet his eyes did give her the once over, which indicated to her that he had some visceral reaction to the possibility of actually having sex with the strange woman.

She took his arm and began trying to lift him, as she ordered him, "Come on now, lets get on the other side of the dumpster, so we won't be bothered."

She never got him to stand completely, but he did manage to squat walk his way to the blind side of the large waste container. She leaned him against the wall and went to her knees before him and proceeded to unbuckle his trousers and yank on his zipper. As she did so, she smelled the foul order of alcohol, sweat and decay. He was putrid and she was becoming aroused.

Beneath his jeans was a pair of sweat pants, which had a tear in the front that allowed him to pee, without dropping his trousers. She fished around inside his filthy underwear and found his cock. It was slimy with sweat and accumulated scum. She caught a whiff of the rot from his loins and felt her pussy twitch, as her lubrication began leaking from her cunt.

She saw that the man had an average sized penis, but it wasn't responding very well to her manipulation of it. She thought, well perhaps he'll come around, once I start sucking on his prick.

Cathy realized that in his condition, he would not appreciate the subtle nuances of a really fine blow job. So she didn't bother with little things, such as kissing the head of his shaft, or nibbling up and down its length; she just took it past her lips and began sliding her mouth down to the base.

His prick began to show some life and he moaned once, so maybe her efforts weren't a waste of time. The sweat covered piece of meat in her mouth was filthy and vile, which sent shudders of sick lust coursing through her gut and ending in her cunt. At the base of his cock, she detected a few small chunks of goo; probably an accumulation of sweat and dirt. As she took one tiny piece into her mouth and squished it with her tongue against the man's penis, Cathy savored the disgusting flavor of the cheese like substance she had discovered.

His shaft was hard and he was groaning as her sucking and fondling of his balls had produced the results that she had hoped for. She began massaging her pussy with one hand, as she pulled on his pants, finally getting them down to his ankles. She ran a hand between his legs and felt around for his butt hole. He didn't object, when she slowly pushed a finger into the brown, slippery mud of his colon.

He had come around enough, by then, to place his hands behind her head and kept drawing her face down on his nasty cock. She was at that point, where she needed to get fucked. She pulled away from him, causing him to loudly complain, "Hey, what the fuck?"

She rolled around onto her hands and knees, pulled up her skirt to her waist, exposing her pussy through the hole in her pantyhose and told him, "Fuck me. Put that cock in my cunt and fuck me for all you're worth."



The guy got down on his knees behind her, as he said, "Well alright." Then he fumbled around her backside, as he tried to guide his prick to the entrance of her pussy. She needed him to fuck her right then and he couldn't even find her wide open hole. So Cathy reached between her legs, grasped his cock in her own hand and brought it to her hungry cunt. Even then, she had to lunge back at him, to effect penetration. 

Once inside of her, his animal instincts took over. He began gliding in and out, but lacked any sort of technique, which might have made it more arousing for her. Still, it felt good to have a man's shaft pounding into her, yet she craved for something more, something dirty and nasty. 

She reached back between her legs again and grabbed his balls, gathering as much filth on her hand as she could, and then brought it to her lips. The sickening decay of him was a heady aroma, which enflamed her passion and brought her closer to the edge. But it was when she began sucking the vile substance from her fingers that she went crashing over the boundary, crying out her sick bliss, as the waves of degrading lust swept through her.

The smelly homeless guy just kept right on driving his cock into her pussy, as though she was an inflatable doll. She tolerated his efforts, until finally he shot his load into her indifferent pussy. That's when it occurred to her that she had forgotten to have him put on a condom. Well shit, that wasn't good. She couldn't afford to make that kind of mistake, if she wanted to remain disease free, which she most certainly did.

Apparently at some point in his life, the guy had been a gentleman. As he pulled out of her dripping hole he said, "Thanks lady," and then he pulled her skirt back down over her naked ass. After pulling up his trousers, he went right back around the dumpster and lay down where she had found him, as though she had never been there.

While Cathy had managed to get off, it had been rather unsatisfying for her. Oh the filth and dirt on the man had been a turn on, but his complete lack of sobriety had badly hampered his ability to make it good for her. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. The trouble was, this had really wet her appetite and she wanted some more action.

She was about to leave the alley, when she heard a door open on the side of an abandoned building. Out came another homeless person, carrying a bag of empty beer and soda cans, on his way to turn them in for money, no doubt. She watched him as he wobbled down the alley away from her.

Her curiosity got the best of her, so she decided to see what was on the other side of the door. It was very dim inside and she just stood there for a moment to let her eyes adjust to it. She saw evidence of on going life by the recently discarded trash, mostly hamburger wrappers and drink cups. There was a trail of the garbage leading to a stairway, so she followed the trail.

On the second floor, she was amazed to see what amounted to a dormitory of homeless people. There were large cardboard boxes and old blankets put up as small rooms, in which they spent their sleeping lives away. A few men were walking around, and by their movements, she determined that they were probably sober.

That some of them were alert was made obvious, as two of them came up to her, when they noticed her presence. One of them asked, "What are you doing here?" The next one told her, "You shouldn't be here lady. It might not be safe for you here and no body's got any money to spend on a whore anyway."

She had to admit to herself that the possibility of harm was something that frightened her. But if rape was all that she had to worry about then she was safe. No one would have to force her to do anything. She would gladly perform any bizarre, kinky act that they wanted.

Cathy proudly stood tall and announced loudly, as there were others who now began to pay attention to the intruder, "I'm a whore alright, but not the kind of slut that does it for money. I want to get fucked by you guys because I like it."

A third man approached her and said, "Look ma'am, we don't need some Do-Gooder trying to save the world, one homeless person at a time. Just leave us alone."

Her surprise at the difficulty of seducing these guys had set her back a little. She had thought that they would jump at the chance to fuck a clean woman who was looking for pleasure with them. But they were quite suspicious of her motives. Cathy guessed that life on the street could quickly teach them about the ways that people took advantage of the downtrodden. She had to make her sincerity believable.

She dropped her sportbag and quickly shucked off her blouse and skirt, standing before them in hose and heels. Placing a hand on each hip, she loudly asked, "Is there anybody here who would please fuck the shit out of me. And I need more than one or two guys. I want as many cocks as I can get."

One of the men asked, "What kind of sick fuck are you?"

She told him, "I'm the kind of sick fucking whore that gets off on all of the dirty, nasty, smelly kind of men who live here."

He went up to her and wrapped a hand around one breast and caressed it rather harshly. She didn't back away, as he put his other hand on her pussy, inserting a finger into her wet tunnel. She had an audience by then and the degrading way in which the man used her in front of them, was a huge turn on for her. She loved to be put on display like this.

Cathy's lust was on the rise and she wanted more. She felt that these men were still somewhat reluctant to really take her as she needed. So she told the man holding her tit, "Spit on me. Use me like the dirty slut I am."

He laughed and launched a large blob of goo onto her face. She felt her passion jumping by leaps and bounds, as the filthy slime ran down her cheek. She went to her knees and said, "Please allow me to suck your cock," and opened her mouth wide, while sticking out her tongue.

He laughed again and spit another blob at her, landing it in her mouth. She swallowed it, looked back up at him, with open mouth and asked, "May I have some more?"

The man ignored her request, but he did begin undoing his pants, dropping them around his ankles. As he did so, others came in close and spit on her. She extended her arms out to her side, while blobs of saliva rolled down her cheeks and hit her breasts. With each vile assault, her lust grew like a geared mechanism, which ratcheted up one notch each time she felt the landing of another slimy dollop.

With his cock now out, the man before her took her face in his hands and pulled her toward the sweaty piece of hard male meat between his legs. Cathy was in her element now and she opened her mouth wide to receive him. His aroma was perfect. He had probably not bathed in weeks, so the vile smell of decaying dirt and sweat was strong and sent her lust up a few more notches.

She loved the taste of him and the feel of his shaft, as he plunged it selfishly into her sucking maw. Others began to gather around them and Cathy was further exhilarated at the knowledge of her public display of lust. A few men were masturbating and those moved in close as they aimed their cocks at her head.

The cock in her mouth jerked, and then loosed a torrent of thick cum across her tongue. She didn't even try to swallow it all. Using her tongue, she swirled the slimy fluid around her mouth and thrilled to the wretched taste of his load. One of the masturbating pair dumped a shot of creamy white sperm onto her face and in her hair. The second man shot his wad onto her breasts, laughing at her as he did so. 

People were talking about her now. "This fucking whore is ready for some serious action." And another said, "What a nasty cocksucking slut." The epithets went on, as another cock appeared at her mouth and a pair of hands held her head tight, as it slid into her mouth. This one was much cleaner, which was somewhat disappointing, but the vulgar comments being thrown at her, helped to maintain her high level of desire.

Soon, he had left her with a mouthful of thin, watery cum. Each man seemed to have a different type of cum, and each one tasted a little different. She relished them all.

She reached into her bag and took out a handful of condoms. Cathy lay down on a old tarpaulin, spread her legs, held the condoms over her head and said, "Somebody please fuck this whore."

Guys were pushing and shoving to get her. "No one fucks me without a rubber. But after you screw me, I want to clean your cock and suck the cum from the condom."

Somebody spit on her and said, "You fucking love it nasty don't you slut?"

She looked up at him and answered, "Yes, I do. I love to be fucked and covered with cum and spit and anything else you can think of. I'll do almost anything you want, just fill my cunt with some hard cock."

Cathy wasn't into the numbers, although there were at least a dozen men who used her pussy or her mouth and, in some cases, both. She climaxed several times, screaming and begging for the vilest of treatment.

She would pile up the used condoms, loosely tying the ends to save the cum inside. After a few men had taken their pleasure in her, she took joy in shocking them, by untying each one and sucking the cum from within, until she had turned it inside out and cleaned it all off.

A few men told her that they wanted to fuck her in the ass. She gladly accommodated them by getting on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass and shouting to them, "Fuck my asshole. Ram your cock into my shit." As one man plowed into her dirt hole, another would present his prick at her face. She quickly took it into her sucking maw; thereby pumping up her lust to near orgasmic levels again.

She was spat upon throughout the filthy orgy of twisted passion. At one point, as she was sucking and being fucked in the ass, someone began peeing on her back. She came quite hard that time.

Eventually, she was no longer sucking, or being fucked. Yet men still took demented joy in spitting and peeing on her. She was tired, but not worn out. She let them do as they wished and knew that she would think back to this time in fond remembrance of just how filthy and vile she acted.

One of the guys helped a drunk over to her and told her, "Here, suck my buddies cock, and then fuck him, slut."

She grinned and replied, "Of course I will. Come here, baby."

The drunk was dirty beyond belief; she doubted that he had bathed for a very long time. And the beauty of it was that he smelled like it. At some point, he had peed in his pants, although it was dry now. Yet the stink was unmistakable. It was pungent and strong in her nostrils, as she opened his zipper and fumbled inside for his cock. The rancid piece of meat that she withdrew was a slim prick, which was covered with dirt and reeked of decaying sweat and God only knew what else. Her pussy twitched at the very thought of taking it into her sore mouth; yet she didn't hesitate to do so.




Cathy's Sick Desire Ch. 05



He groaned at the feel of her lips, as they wrapped around his limp dick. The filth was so crusted on him, that her saliva didn't dissolve it; so she just let her mouth glide over it, being careful not to scrape off the skin of her lips. Finally, small bits of garbage began to break loose in her mouth and her desire built up rapidly, as someone spit on her again.

She was now coated with a variety of substances. Spit, pee and cum were everywhere on her and around her on the stiff, dirty tarp that was her bed. She could no longer tell the difference between a stranger's scent and her own. The audience had died down, but there were still eight or nine men watching the show.

The drunk's prick had finally managed to attain a state of erection. Cathy felt that if she was going to have the pleasure of his cock, she had best get it into her now. She lay down on her back, with her legs spread wide and her knees up. She pulled the guy down on top of her, guiding him every inch of the way. He damned near fell on her, but his friend provided some support, which placed him at the entrance of Cathy's now filthy cunt, which was oozing pussy juice.

She had to struggle with the guy's penis to get the condom on and once it was in place, she managed to get his cock inside of her, before it disappeared. She was doing all of the pumping at first. Her efforts were rewarded, as his drunken lust began to carry him in the right direction. He was pumping into her, while he huffed and puffed to keep air in his weak lungs.

She was finally getting to enjoy the event. His breath was horrible and spittle dripped out the side of his lips. She leaned up and kissed him, delighting in the vile act, as she tasted the smoky flavor of his saliva. Then he started to heave. Cathy thought that he was cumming; but she was mistaken. He began vomiting on her breasts and splashes of the acid filled goo hit her face. The act both shocked her, and then sent her toward the top of another explosion.

The aroma of the sickening waste should have made her sick herself. Yet it merely added to the intensity of the experience for her. He wasn't a quitter, she had to admit. He kept pumping and huffing, as he strove to get off in her drenched pussy.

It was with great frustration that Cathy realized he was going to finish before her and that he certainly didn't have the staying power to continue until she came. He began grunting loudly, when he blew his nuts into the condom on his nasty cock. Without warning he threw up again, this time right in Cathy's face. The man had taken in a lot of cheap booze and some sort of sandwich, which now covered her face, running into her mouth and nostrils.

It was the ultimate degrading act for her, and it was just the thing to launch her into orbit. She bucked and screamed, as her hips thrust up to drive his rapidly deflating cock into her. Cathy's huge climax came as surprise to her. Not the fact that she came, but the fact that she had cum so big. She never would have guessed that she had one that large left in her.

The man rolled off of her, without saying a word, and then crawled away from her to avoid getting any of his own vomit on his person. She, on the other hand, rolled around in the vomitus mass and reveled in the filth which covered her. Two men decided to help her clean up, by peeing on her and washing away the wretched mess of the drunk's stomach contents. She thought of it as a nice gesture.

Cathy lay there for several minutes, finally realizing that there was no else to screw. She wasn't disappointed, just weary. She looked around and found her bag. It occurred to her that it could have easily been stolen, yet the men had left it alone. She removed the badly torn pantyhose and took out the small box of handy wipes to begin cleaning herself off. By the time she felt semi-clean, most of the wipes were gone. She slipped on her spare clothes, gave a glance around to see if her skirt and blouse were still there, but they were gone. No big loss.

On the drive home, she noticed that she still reeked of cum and pee and especially vomit. She was looking forward to a hot shower, and then to bed. She knew that she'd sleep well tonight.

Cathy had no idea what her life would be like from now on, but she knew there was no turning back. She had experienced too many powerful sexual events to go back to being the boring woman she had been, just a few days ago. She needed to find a new job; one that would give her the freedom to be the...slut that she was meant to be.



She would start looking tomorrow.

Upon arriving back at her house, Cathy stripped and took a long hot shower. She would have preferred a bath, but she was afraid that she'd fall asleep in the tub. After drying off, still nude, she poured a glass of wine and checked her phone messages. There was only one. It was Harry. He said that he had some important thing that he wanted to tell her about and that she should call right away.

She thought of putting it off until tomorrow, but on second thought, she dialed his number. Harry was so excited that she had called. When she started to tell him about her latest adventure, he cut her off.

He said, "Listen kid, there is a very short window of opportunity here. You remember Jimmie, the guy who owns the sex shop? Well, he's in deep shit with the cops and needs some money to pay his attorney, not that it'll do him any good. He said so himself."

Cathy's brain alarm went off, thinking that Harry was trying to scam her out of some money. She told him, "Harry there's no way that I'm going to give you or that stupid asshole Jimmie any money."

In exasperation, he said, "Will you just listen to me? Jimmie got busted for possession of cocaine, a little over half a kilo. It's his second offense and he's looking at ten to twenty years in prison. He wants me to buy his adult store and he's willing to let it go at a very good price if he can just make a quick sale. So I told him that I would buy it. The problem is he wants at least seventy five thousand. I can only come up with sixty grand.

"I'm still gonna keep working in the plumbing business. So, I'll need a partner to run the place with me. Here's my offer for you. I'll put up sixty thou, but I'll need you to put up the other fifteen Gs. I'll agree to make you a fifty-fifty partner and you can make payments to me for the rest of your half. It's a legit deal and your welcome to have an attorney check it out, but we've got to move quickly, before the law seizes his assets.

"He's desperate, kid and the price is way below what it's worth. With the right kind of management, it could return twice what he's been making. Jimmie is a shithead idiot and he never really paid serious attention to the store." Harry was whining and sounded as though he was about to break into tears.

"Harry, what in the hell am I going to do with a porno shop?"

"Quit your job and run it for us, babe. It's got to be way more than you're making now. If you don't want to buy in then at least lend me the money. We'll go through your lawyer and I'll pay you back twice the amount in the first three months, that's thirty grand. You ain't gonna find a better short term investment than that."

Cathy needed to think about it. She had more than enough in her savings account, but she wasn't going to tell him that right now. So she told him, "Alright Harry, I'm interested. Let me think it over and I'll call you in the morning. That's all I'll commit to tonight."

After a long pause he said, "Ok kid, fair enough. We got maybe two days. Line up an attorney, and do whatever you got to do to get the money in a hurry. Make a damn decision and call me one way or the other in the morning."

"I will, Harry. I promise."

They said their good byes and hung up. Then Cathy's brain went to work.

She had already come to the conclusion that she couldn't continue her life the way it had been going. Once she had her nasty needs made clear to her, she couldn't return to a vanilla life style. She needed her sex often and dirty. She knew that she would go on being a smut slut. So actually, being a part owner of a sex shop would provide her with untold opportunities for fun. And if it didn't work out then she would do something else, but she absolutely would not go back to being the company wallflower.

Cathy realized something else. Once free of a conventional, conservative life style, she felt free to make decisions quicker, based on her gut feelings. She felt better about the vile nasty whore that she had been for the last three days than she did about the boring sexually retarded wimp that she had been most of her life.

She picked up the phone and called Harry back. When he answered she said, "It's the slut calling. I'm in. I'll kick in the fifteen thousand and I'll put up a few thousand more to fix the place up a little. I'll quit my job tomorrow, so we can hit the ground running."

He laughed and said, "Damn bitch, where did you hide the shy cunt I met a few days ago?" They both chuckled before he went on. "I'll get together with you for lunch at your place. How does that sound?"

"That's perfect. Oh, and don't you dare wash. I'm looking forward to licking that hairy body of yours and I want to taste a lot of sweat. Then I'm going to eat your asshole. After that, you can fuck my shithole, and then I'll clean your cock for you."

Harry moaned, as she told him of her vulgar desires. He quipped, "You know something cunt; I think that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

One month later, Cathy was in booth thirteen, on her knees and sucking a long black cock through a glory hole. It was the fifth one she had swallowed that night. This was just the warm up. In a few hours, she was going to be the object of a gangbang in the private room, which was quite a bit nicer now, after she had spent four thousand dollars to make it more comfortable.

She and Harry made great partners. He was ignorant of many things, but he was honest and hard working. They had sex together about twice a month. He still had a stable of wanton sluts who were anxious for his kind of bizarre action. Whenever they got together, they shared tales of their debauchery.

As she took a huge load of cum down her throat, she thought, 'I've never been happier in my life.'

End of Cathy's sick desire

Methuselah



Cathy's Sick Desire



He went on, "What you've got to realize is that you're one of them cunts who need it nasty and rough. I know that sounds like bullshit, but it's true. I fuck a lot of broads who love it that way, so I know what I'm talking about."

There was a loud whoosh, as he removed the trap under the sink, and a bunch of foul smelling garbage hit the pail that he had placed under the pipe fitting. He came back up, holding the pail and said, "Here, I got a surprise for you, Cathy. Put this bucket next to you, on the table."

She made a face, as he placed it there; the rotten aroma was vile and strong. She complained, "Oh my god that's horrible Harry." She stopped just short of saying, 'and you smell horrible too', which was certainly true. He probably bathed every day, but it was late in the day and his body order was terrible.

"I gotta go back out to the truck for something. Here's what you're going to do. Pull up you skirt and start fucking yourself, while you smell that bucket of shit. You're gonna be real shocked at how much of a turn on it can be for you. Don't question it. Just DO IT," and he was gone.

Strangely she had been a bit turned all day and even more so now. How bizarre was this that she could be aroused, in the presence of this potbellied, bald, vulgar little man. He was out of the house now and his words lingered in her brain. Fuck yourself, he had said. She lifted her skirt up to her waist, exposing her loins and sat back down, with her legs spread wide. Just doing that had doubled her arousal. Her nude, wet pussy was there waiting to be stroked and fondled.

Cathy started by lightly grazing her fingers from her knees to the light brown fur of her cunt. Yes it's a cunt, just like me she thought, as she played her fingers around the outside of her tender pussy. The disgusting aroma emanating from the bucket, was powerful and but somehow added to the potency of her excitement. She breathed in deeply, and was revolted by the wretched order, yet moved to a higher level by the deliberate act on her part.

She began digging two of her fingers deeply into her cunt, and then pulling them back out to moisten her delicate clitoris. She was close now and in bad need of a release.

"Now that's more like it, cunt. Let it all hang out."

Cathy hadn't heard him return. She bent over quickly to hide her naked loins from him. She was mortified. What in hell had gotten into her? She was about to pull her skirt down, when he said firmly, "Don't you dare stop now, bitch. You were doing good. Just keep on smelling the bucket and finish playing with your cunt. I've seen it all baby, so don't hold back on my account."

She looked up at him and pleaded, "I just can't."

He put his face four inches from hers and angrily said, "You stupid fucking cunt, I'm doing you a favor, by helping you to find the real you. Now do what the fuck I tell you to. Spread your legs wide and give me a good look at your pussy."

Seemingly, of its own accord, her throbbing mound opened to his gaze and she lifted off of the seat a little bit, to give him a full view. She burned with shame and kept her eyes tightly closed, while breathing deeply and noting the horrible but now exciting stink of the slop bucket.

He derided her, "Look at you, bitch. You're showing a total stranger your cunt, and sniffing a pail of garbage, so that you can get a nut. You really are a piece of shit."

Instead of being anger, she began to cry in shame. Cathy felt extreme humiliation, yet the tremendous throbbing in her pussy was only getting worse.

He made it worse. "Tell me how badly you need to cum. Tell me what a horny slut you are. SAY IT."

She certainly needed to cum, but when he called her a slut, her pussy spasmed. She desperately wanted to touch herself again, but she was frozen in time and space, unable to move or speak.

"This is your last chance, cunt. If I leave now, you'll never have the courage to let me help you to resolve the doubts about your self. And more importantly, to help you find sexual acceptance of you true nature. Now tell me that you need to cum and that you're a slut. Then beg me to get you off."

Mentally she broke through to a new level. She was able to say, I do need to cum very badly. But I'm not a slut."

He chuckled evilly. "Open your fucking eyes, bitch."

Cathy hadn't been aware that they had been closed. She looked at Harry and saw his face not a foot away from her own. He was staring down between her legs and breathing hard. He was sweating more now, than when he arrived. And when she looked at his crotch, she saw his erection plainly pushing his trousers into a tent. She felt cheap and dirty and more aroused than she could ever remember. 

His eyes were burning into her loins and her very soul. She was more than just baring her pussy to him. She felt that he was gazing into her soul and seeing something she never knew was there. It was terrifying, and exciting at the same time.

He broke the silence, by saying rather matter of fact, "Oh you're a slut alright. Why else would you be sitting there, with your legs spread like some dirty whore, so I could look at your cunt. You need to be treated like a whore. You need me to use you like a slut. Now, tell me what a filthy slut you are."

Her faced flushed with his assault. She almost whispered the words, "I'm a filthy slut. I need you to help me, Harry." She reached out and gripped his powerful forearm and said, "I don't know why I'm like this, but you seem to bring something out of me that I didn't know existed."

With her other hand, she had been unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it open, looked into his confident eyes and tugged his dirty hand to her breast saying, "Use me like a slut."

His callused hand felt rough against the soft skin of her bosom. Yet as it harshly gripped her tender breast, she felt a jolt of pleasure charge through her body. He squeezed and twisted the entire tit in his hand, and then did the same to the other firm orb.

With his other hand, he began to harshly fondle her pussy, gripping and twisting the delicate flesh, as he was doing to her breasts. It was painful, yet more exhilarating than any experience she had ever felt. Cathy gave herself to his manipulations, glad that he was taking charge of her. She was especially aroused by the cruel intrusion into her burning tunnel. She was well aware of the lewd fashion in which she leaned back and thrust her hungry pussy out to his brutally groping finger. She truly was acting like a slut and it made her all the more excited.

He stopped. Cathy had been so into it, and getting so close to the biggest cum of life and he stopped. "Oh God Harry, please don't stop."

He glared down at her and said with disgust, "You're not just slut, you're a selfish slut. What about me, bitch? I want to get off too. What will you do for me, cunt."

Without hesitation she said, "I'll do anything, Harry. I'll do whatever you want."

He pulled off his shirt, revealing a body so covered in hair that one might mistake him for a wild animal. He pulled her to her feet, slid her blouse off of her shoulder and tugged her skirt over her head. She now stood completely nude before him, towering above him by five inches. He didn't seem to notice or care about his height or hers.

He placed both of his hands on her shoulders and said, "I want you to lick my nipples."

She was pleased to accommodate him, or so she thought. She bent over to kiss his breast, and was overwhelmed by his body order. Then she realized that he had a days worth of sweat on his smelly fat body and that his chest was covered in thick black and gray hair. He still had his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to his left nipple. It was surrounded by hair and wreaked of sweat and unknown filth. She thought that she would retch.

He spoke softly to her. "You're just beginning to learn what a strange and twisted cunt you really are. Inhale the fine aroma of a working man. Let it arouse you like the slop did. That's the kind of bitch you are, my dear. Now lick and taste the sweat of my hard work."

Cathy found his voice almost hypnotizing and his foul stench drove her pussy to a heightened state. It was vile and disgusting, yet she had never felt more alive. Cathy realized that she was being liberated from a bondage of conventional thought and feelings, which had held her captive to a civilized world. Yet, here in the dirty, vile world of this sordid vulgar man, she had found sexual adventure, the likes of which she had never imagined.

She snaked out her tongue and savored the rank flavor of Harry's sweat, which clung to his nipple. Some of the hairs came loose and caught in her teeth, yet she craved more. She began to lick her way to his other nipple, leaving a trial of her wet saliva to mix with the product of his open pores.

She became voracious, as she ran her tongue all over his chest, cleansing him, and driving her self to a state of incredible bliss.

He lifted an arm and said two words, "Arm pit."

Cathy didn't give it a second thought. Her lips and tongue moved to the thick cloying fur of his underarm. The smell would have knocked her down thirty minutes ago, and now she sucked on the fleshy area with a zeal she wouldn't have believed back then. His hands moved to her breasts and began mauling them cruelly. She reveled in the abuse, as he leaned back and gave herself to his powerful hands.

"On your knees, bitch!"

She went down to her knees, knowing what would be expected her now, and wanting it. He undid his belt, but she took over and opened his pants, and then tugging them down his stubby legs, along with his shorts. The graying hair, which covered his potbelly, was matted to skin, from a day's hard labor. She leaned forward and tongued his filthy belly button, driving it in and around, as she again savored the vile flavor of the plumber.

Cathy pulled back to look at his cock. It was quite hard and nicely sized, about seven inches and with a rather large girth. She gripped it in her hand and felt the liquid sweat and sniffed the raw pungent order of his filthy crotch. She involuntarily squeezed her thighs together and nearly came. She froze for a moment to regain some control.

Harry grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, to look into her eyes. She knew that he could easily see the glaze of lust in them and that he had been right all along. She was a slut of the worst order. She needed sex to be dirty, nasty, vulgar and abusive. She was ready now to succumb to the calling of her soul.

He pursed his lips and spit into her face. "What do you say now, cunt?"

Cathy shuddered with pleasure at the vile assault. "You were right Harry. I'm a cunt, and a slut and I like it just as nasty as you can make it. I'll do anything you want."

"Do you really think that you understand how it's going to be? I can help you find out if you beg me to. But first open your mouth; I've got another load for you."

She tilted her head back even more, opening her mouth as wide as she could go. He hovered above her, while allowing a large dollop of slimy, mucus laden saliva to slowly dangle down into her waiting tongue. Cathy moaned with sensual bliss at the reception of his disgusting gift. 

She swirled it around in her mouth before swallowing, and then said, "I'm not sure exactly what going to happen, but I know that you could show me. So, I'm placing myself in your hands."

He smacked her face lightly, once on each cheek and said, "Clean my cock and balls before you blow me."

Cathy rubbed her face all over with his cock and balls. Then she began the task of cleansing him. The filth that collected throughout the day on his scrotum was coalescing into small pockets of gray scum. She shuddered at the utter vileness of what she was doing and had a small orgasm by squeezing her thighs together. She hadn't meant to cum that way earlier, but she wasn't worried about it now. She knew that she was into something powerful and that it would take her to a higher plain, making it possible to cum again and probably again after that.

She reveled in the dirty pleasure she got from the act of licking the scum from his cock. And when she dropped her mouth over his cock, she did it with wild abandon. She had only sucked off one cock in her life and she knew that she had done a really bad job of it. Yet, this time, she felt confident due to her determination to let go and just do it by instinct. As her lips slid the length of his shaft, her head pushed against his protruding belly. It merely made the act of sucking his cock that much more dirty and exciting.

She was free to be a nasty whore with this man. He had seen it in her and when viewing her as a disgusting pig, he found her to be a turn on. He wanted her to be the filthy fucking slut that had been hiding away for all of these years.

Cathy wrapped her arms around his ass and fondled the surprisingly firm butt. She pulled his hips toward her, driving his stiff prick deep into her mouth, until it banged into her tonsils. His groan of delight was matched by her own.

He asked, "Are you ready to be the total nasty slut that you were meant to be? Are you ready to try and take my cock all the way down, like a good whore?"

She pulled off of his smelly wood like shaft, looked up at the face hovering just above his fat, hairy belly; glared at him, eyes heavy laden with burning lust. In a low raspy voice she answered, "I'm already a nasty slut and yes, force your dirty cock down my throat. Fuck my face, baby."

He slapped her harshly and said, "You really do love it this way don't you, cunt?" She nodded in response to his question. He smacked a few more times, and then commanded her to, "Call me sir, you fucking piece of shit. Now open wide, because daddy's going gag the hell out of his little whore."

She already knew that his vulgar insults were a huge turn on for her, but when he referred to himself as daddy, she was over whelmed with humiliation and raw lust. She took his slaps with ease, the stings to her lovely cheeks, left them burning and furthered her passion. She huskily uttered, "Yes sir. Please use me like a piece of shit whore, Daddy. I want you to be my Daddy and I'm your little whore."

She threw back her head and opened her mouth wide to await the invasion of her throat. Harry laughed at comments. "So you've got a daddy fetish. Well that's fine by me, bitch. Daddy's gonna ram his meat so far down you dirty little whore's throat that it's going to come out of your ass. Now take Daddy's cock."

He thrust forward until his hard stiff prick hit the back of her throat. He put one meaty hand behind her head and pulled forward, impaling her esophagus and sending shards of pain through her throat and body. "Suffer bitch, this is what whore's do. You're going to learn to love it. The pain goes away quickly and is replaced by the sheer joy of performing another dirty act. This is what you were meant to be; three fucking hot wet holes to be used for the pleasure of man."

He pulled back and paused to let her breathe, and then thrust forward again, only slower this time. She moved slightly to get the right angle in her throat to accommodate his plunging prick. It hurt a little bit, but was much better than before. After another pause, she pushed her face down on his shaft, and eased the hard dick past her tonsils. She felt pride at having done it on her own, and concentrated on trying to make his pleasure as good as it could be. She noticed how he moaned loudly, when she gagged. It must feel great to him to have her throat convulse around his throbbing manhood. So she deliberately made gagging sounds each time she drove the meat down her throat.

Whenever she reached bottom, his smelly pubic hair rammed into her lips and nose, roughly abrading them like steel wool. The wretched order was intoxicating, and she took pleasure in rubbing her face across the coarse hair each time she visited the base of his hard cock.

"That's it, bitch. Let it all hang out now. You're a dirty whore alright. You fucking love it." He chuckled with evil delight at her self debasement. "I give you permission to play with your cunt. Go ahead slut, enjoy yourself."

Cathy steadied herself with her off hand against his thigh and quickly dropped her other hand to her burning pussy. As she massaged the entire mound of her cunt, he withdrew from her throat fucking and told her, "Now suck me off, slut. And when I cum, you better swallow every fucking drop," and then he gave her a few sharp slaps, before placing the head of his cock upon her lips.

Opening her mouth just wide enough to take in his dick, she sucked hard, as she slowly dropped her face onto the hard muscled penis. She continued to glide her lips up and down his erect shaft, as she inserted two fingers and then a third into the raging fire at the vortex of her being. She was getting close, but Harry was ahead of her. Apparently, she was a better cocksucker than she thought. He grunted loudly and Cathy could feel the shudder of his loins on her tongue.

Temporarily she stopped her pursuit of her own pleasure and focused on pleasing Harry. She gently stroked his balls, face fucking herself more rapidly and banging the back of her throat against the head of the vulgar man's cock. She wanted to do something really dirty and nasty for him. So, in a quick creative moment, she moved a hand to his buttocks and forced a finger into his asshole.

That it was a shock and painful for him was obvious by his crying out angrily, "Oh damn...you fucking piece of shit." Yet, when he didn't tell her to remove it, she began to fuck her finger in and out, as she worked her magic on his throbbing cock. He was about to unload and she knew it. She stroked the base of his prick and changed to moving her lips on and off of the helmet. He let loose a string of insults, which were uttered through grunts and groans. He even managed to spit on her a few times. 

His hand on the back of her head pulled her face down onto him, as the first blast of cum blew into her sucking maw. He moaned over and over and each penile convulsion sent a river of thick slimy cum into Cathy mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but the initial explosion was so voluminous that she never could catch up to it. Gooey, dull yellow cum began to ooze from her nostrils and down her chin, forcing her to gulp deep breathes of air around his pumping prick just order to breathe. 

Cathy had never dreamed of being so horribly violated, nor had she ever realized that there were sick sluts in the world who would get off on such vile and disgusting behavior. Least of all had it ever occurred to her that she was one of those perverted sick cunts, who craved the most foul abuse, in word and deed.

She still had to achieve her own ecstasy. As she gently withdrew her finger from Harry's dirty ass, she moved her other hand to her own fiery inferno, intending to address the burning need in her pussy. Harry said, "Here baby, let me help you out. Clean your finger. Smell it first, and then put it in your mouth and savor the taste of Harry's dirty ass."

His horrible suggestion sent a wave of lust rippling through her body, ending deep inside her womb. She wanted to perform this disgusting act; and she wanted do it in front of him. She wanted to display her vile wretchedness to another person. It would be her public admission of her wanton perverted needs.

She played her fingers through the fur of her pussy, as she held the filth laden finger to her nostrils. The aroma was a cloying, wreaking order that would make the average person vomit. Yet, for her it was a powerful instrument, which drove her passion to heights she had never known.

Cathy had gone her entire life without ever thinking of anyone doing such vile things to them self. But once introduced to it, she was powerless to withdraw. She paused for a moment, knowing what she was about to do. She would put the putrid finger into her mouth and taste what she had just smelled. She was going to lick Harry's shit from her finger and do so with uncontrolled pleasure.




Cathy's Sick Desire



The dirty digit slipped into her mouth of its own accord, giving Cathy her first taste of human feces. She rubbed her finger across her tongue and fought down the small amount of bile, which bubbled up into her throat. The wrongness of her act was reinforced by the horrible flavor of her finger. But the wrongness of it also sent her into a quick and powerful climax. She screamed around her finger, sucking on it between breaths, savoring the beautiful nastiness it all.

Cathy fell to the floor, at Harry's feet, as she squirmed out the last delicious shudders of her forbidden bliss. When she looked up at him, he had his face hovering above hers and from his lips dangled a large dollop of spit. She was mesmerized by the slow decent and never made an effort to dodge the blob, as it landed on her upturned face.

"Now you know what you're good for, cunt. You're just like the garbage you crave to roll around in. Here's another present for you."

He pointed his cock at her and let loose a stream of yellow piss, moving the arc of it up and down her body, thoroughly drenching her. She lay there, as though she were dead. In fact she was. The Cathy of an hour ago had passed away. She no longer existed. She watched the force of his pee wind down, and then saw him shake the last remnants of it off of his prick, to fall onto her breast.

Thoughts of the Cathy who had died left her saddened at her passing. That Cathy had some admirable qualities. She was hard working and honest, yet somewhat shy and remote; almost as though she was hiding from the Cathy who now lay in a puddle of piss that had been cast upon her by a virtual stranger. She reached out and stroked her fingers through yellow liquid, bringing them to her lips and savored the flavor and self debasement of licking them clean.

When she looked back to Harry, she was shocked to see that his cock had hardened again and that he was leering at her. His reached down and grabbed her by the hair saying, "Get up you piece of shit, we ain't through yet," and she felt the smoldering flame in her cunt rekindle, as the new Cathy was reborn.

Once on her feet, she couldn't stop her hand from fondling his stiff shaft. In spite of cumming a few times already, she needed to be fucked and fucked hard and nasty. He asked rhetorically, "You need some dick, don't you? You're beginning to realize that you're really a cock whore; that you need to feel some meat pounding away in that stinking fucking hole of yours. Well I'm just guy to help you out, cunt. This is truly your lucky fucking day."