7 comments/ 142169 views/ 46 favorites Suburban Cumslut Ch. 01 By: Gilroygal69 My husband, who is also my Master and my Daddy, depending upon which game we are playing, called to me one evening after our children had been safely tucked in bed. When I entered the bedroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his thighs spread, stroking a magnificent erection. I stared longingly at this hard cock. "It's time for your bedtime snack, Cumslut. Are you hungry?" Ahhh. The Cumslut game. I like this one. "I'm always hungry for your cum, Daddy" I purred. "Then get down on your knees and get busy." I sunk to my knees and eagerly took his cock into my mouth. In one stroke I swallowed every inch of his beautiful meat and fucked it with my throat. I had learned long ago how to suppress my gag reflex and prided myself on being able to deep throat my Daddy with great skill. He loved to see me with his cock buried up to the hilt in my pouty mouth. Sometimes he would make me stay there until the air in my lungs was all used up. He liked to watch my eyes glaze over as my brain slowly shut down. "That's it" he would murmur, "Swallow all it all. Ohhhhhh, yes, Daddy loves to stuff your slutty little throat with his big cock. Choke on it, whore." He always pulled it out before I lost consciousness. But sometimes, despite the bond of trust between us, I would panic. Sometimes, when his long stiff prick was sealing off my only means of taking in sweet life giving air, I would succumb to the fear that maybe this time..... He loved it when I fought him. I would press desperately against his thighs with my fists, pounding and slapping in my rising terror. I would try to push my head back against the hands that held my face tightly to his groin with an iron grip. It was never any use. He was too strong. I was completely at his mercy. "What's the matter baby? Can't breathe? Stop fighting you insolent little slut! You don't breathe until I decide to let you breathe. God, you look so beautiful when you panic." When I had calmed myself and ceased my struggles, he would slowly pull his cock out of my throat. I would gag and cough and drool as I desperately sucked in air. Tears would stream from my eyes from the retching and Daddy would chuckle at how they destroyed my carefully applied make-up. When Daddy cock choked me, I always ended up with mascara running beneath my eyes and lipstick smeared whorishly around my gasping, swollen mouth. Daddy would tell me that I looked like a used up old gutter whore. He loved it because my humiliation was evident on my ruined face. But tonight, Daddy was simply enjoying being blown by his devoted Cumslut. I lavished attention on the cock that I loved so much and I salivated at the thought of delicious spunk that was going to be my reward for being such a good Cumslut. I love Daddy's cum more than anything, and I can never get enough of it. I had already taken two big, steaming loads of his cum on my face that day and then shoveled it into my mouth with my fingers, licking them clean with relish. I eagerly awaited more, but this time, I wanted Daddy to cum right in my hungry mouth. . I pulled my lips from his cock with an audible pop, but kept making long, slow strokes up and down the slick, glistening shaft with my hand. "Daddy" I asked shyly, "Are you going to blow your load all over my face, or do I get to slurp it right from your cumhole?" I stuck my tongue into the moist, pearly slit and waggled it suggestively, imploring him. Daddy gave me a mock stern look and said, "You really are a greedy little whore. You can't stand to see a single drop of cum go anywhere except your slutty little piehole can you?" I pouted prettily and said "I can't help it Daddy. I am a cumslut after all." He laughed softly and said "You certainly are. Well, I think you've earned the right to take a load in your mouth, but only if you finish servicing my cock, my balls and my asshole properly." "Yes Sir Daddy! I will!" I resumed sucking his cock with vigor. I didn't want my Daddy to be disappointed in me. I licked the swollen, purpling head with swirling, twirling teasing strokes of my tongue. I slid my pursed lips slowly up and down the tender, sensitive underside of his cock, and again, I licked the tantalizing piss slit, wriggling my tongue down as far inside as I could get it, sighing at the salty promise of the cum I wanted so badly. "Yes, baby, oh yes. What a good little cocksucker you are. What a greedy, hungry, slutty little cocksucker. You love to suck cock don't you? You love to have your mouth fucked like a cunt. Take it all the way, baby, all the way down." I took his cock deep into my throat and began fucking it up and down with long, hard strokes. Daddy groaned with pleasure, and began fucking back; his strong thighs tensed and flexed as he thrust into my throat again and again. Daddy's rhythm increased and the thrusts became more powerful. I struggled to time my breathing with his outstrokes, desperately wanting to please him. I concentrated on keeping my throat muscles relaxed, so that Daddy could enjoy slamming in and out of my throat unimpeded. Several times I felt the urge to gag, but fought it off, proud that I was taking such a hard face fucking from my Daddy. Finally Daddy slowed the pace a bit, and I caressed his big balls, loving the weight of them in my hand. I squeezed gently and felt the delicate orbs within give slightly under the pressure. They felt firm and supple and swollen. I was anxious to get those sweet cum laden morsels into my mouth, but before I could, the heavy, pendulous ball sack began to tighten and retreat. I hadn't yet done as he asked, so I pulled my mouth off of his cock and said, petulantly, "Uh-uh Daddy, you can't cum yet! I haven't taken care of your balls or your asshole!" Daddy growled at me in frustration. "Well then get to it slut! Do you want this load of cum or not?" "Oh yes, Daddy, I do, I want it so badly. Please don't waste it. I need it in my mouth. I need to taste your hot spunk. I'll show you how much I want it Daddy!" I began to lick his sack hungrily. Daddy kept his balls shaved smooth for me, and I coated the velvety skin liberally with saliva and then slowly sucked the entire sack into my mouth. I sucked that nutsack like it was a cock, bobbing up and down as it slid in and out of my hot, wet mouth. While I sucked his balls, I pumped his cock with my hand, increasing his pleasure and mine. Daddy groaned deeply and I knew he was nearing the end of his endurance, so I licked my way down to the warm cleft of his lightly furred buttocks. Daddy lifted his legs to accommodate me, and I gently parted his muscular ass cheeks. I sighed deeply at the sight of his tightly wrinkled asshole. I loved to see my Daddy opened up to me; his asshole, cock and balls all visible to my greedy gaze. I attacked his asshole, lapping vigorously and mewling like a small kitten with lust and hunger. Daddy yelped as I penetrated the tight sphincter with one thrust of my tongue. "Oh fuck yes, baby! Tongue Daddy's asshole. Shove it in there nice and deep. Be a nasty girl for Daddy. Get that sweet little tongue dirty. Show me how a good little whore pleases her Daddy." I shoved my tongue in deeper, and tried to lick the slick, grasping walls of his rectum. My nose was pressed against his balls, making it hard to breathe, but I didn't stop. I wanted Daddy to see what a nasty girl I could be for him. I wanted to show him I wasn't afraid to be dirty. I forcefully tongue fucked his hole, tasting the dark bitterness, inhaling the musky smell of his balls, and relishing my complete and utter debasement. I felt more like a filthy whore than I ever had, and my cunt spasmed wildly with excitement. "Daddy's going to cum baby! Get up here and get your mouth around this cock if you want it." I didn't need to be told twice. I moved quickly back to his cock and took it in my mouth once again, bobbing up and down atop Daddy's rapidly pistoning fist. "Here it comes baby. But don't you swallow until I give you permission. Do you understand me, cumslut?" I whimpered with disappointment, but he knew I would obey. I always did. With roar, Daddy exploded in my mouth. I moaned happily as I felt the hot, sticky strands hitting the insides of my cheeks and coating my mouth. I fought the urge to guzzle it down greedily. The salty, musky taste of cum filled my sinuses as I rolled the thick, creamy fluid around on my tongue, swirling the head of Daddy's cock and coaxing every last drop of cum from his balls. Despite having already given me two sizeable loads that day, my Daddy once again provided me with a copious amount of his delicious spunk. He pulled his softening cock out from between my full lips, which were tightly pursed so as to avoid spilling any of the precious cum I had worked so hard for. Daddy looked down at me with satisfaction in his eyes. "My, what a dirty little girl you have been tonight!" I gave him a demure, closed mouthed smile. "Did you enjoy behaving like a filthy whore for Daddy?" I nodded. "Do you think you deserve to swallow that load of cum in your mouth?" I nodded again emphatically. "Is your cunt wet?" I nodded again, and blushed. Daddy laughed at me and said..."Slut." "Do you want to cum?" Another nod, somewhat desperate this time. "Do you think you deserve to cum?" This time I shook my head. I only deserve to cum when Daddy says I do. "That's the way a good little cumslut should answer, but I don't think you're being completely truthful with Daddy...are you baby?" I shook my head again. The cum in my mouth was starting to drip down the back of my throat, making it tickle horribly. I wanted to swallow it so badly. I had worked hard for it. I had earned it! And now Daddy was teasing me, knowing how much I wanted to gulp down the viscous treat. But he was right. I did need to cum. Badly. My clit was swollen and protruding from its protective hood. My cunt was so wet that I had soaked through both my panties and the flannel pajama bottoms I had been wearing when Daddy called to me. I could smell my own pungent juices and so could Daddy. He could also see that my nipples jutted obscenely through the thin fabric of my tank top; hard and insistent. I wonder if he knew how they ached and throbbed. They needed some attention. And they got it. Daddy reached own and pinched both nipples viciously. He was trying to make me gasp and swallow the cum without permission. Daddy likes to punish me, but like all good Daddies, he never does so without good reason. Despite the pain that shot through the tender, aching nubs, I did not swallow the cum. I was proud of myself, but Daddy frowned. He did not like being thwarted. "Alright you fucking whore, swallow it then." He said grumpily. "But first, open your mouth and show me what a nice big load you've got there." I opened my mouth wide and proudly displayed the plentiful cum that filled my mouth. I swirled my tongue around, demonstrating to Daddy how much I loved the taste and feel of his cum. I was showing off for him, and that pleased him. "You may swallow, Cumslut." I closed my mouth, tilted my head back and allowed the cum to slide slowly down my throat. When it had all disappeared into my stomach, I swallowed once to clear the remains of the clingy substance from my throat. Then I opened my mouth wide once more to show Daddy that I had swallowed it all. "Such a good girl," Daddy crooned. "You love that cum don't you baby?" I beamed at his approval. "Yes Daddy, you know I love it more than anything." I said sincerely. Then I asked shyly, "Daddy, Have I been good enough to cum? May I have permission to rub my clit?" "Hmmmm." said Daddy, pretending to ponder. "Yes, I think you have. And Daddy enjoys watching you pleasure yourself." "Oh thank you Daddy!" I stood up and began to strip off my pajama bottoms and my saturated panties. "Not so fast cumslut!" Daddy barked. I looked at him, startled. Had I done something wrong? "What are your duties as a cumslut?" I stammered in confusion "I...I don't know, Daddy...I thought I had performed all my duties. Please tell me what else I need to do to satisfy you!" Daddy sighed wearily, and then spoke to me as if explaining to a small child "A cumslut is required to swallow everything that comes from her Daddy's cock." Daddy paused for a moment to let that sink in. It dawned on me slowly that the time had finally come for me to become a toilet slut as well. I was both enormously excited, and incredibly frightened. But I would do whatever it took to please my wonderful Daddy. "Yes Daddy. I understand. I'm ready." I got back on my knees to demonstrate my willingness and my supplication. "You understand that you are to swallow every drop?" "Yes Daddy." "There will be consequences if you fail to do so." "Yes Daddy." "But if you succeed, then I will make you cum myself as a reward." "Oh I will Daddy! I'll do such a good job!" "I hope so, cumslut. I don't like to be disappointed." As Daddy took aim, I was trembling with anticipation and fear. I was afraid that I would be repulsed by the taste. I was afraid I would gag and choke and displease my Daddy. But I opened my mouth wide, determined to give it my best effort. When the first few drops hit my tongue, I was surprised by how hot they were. They seemed to scald my tongue and burn my throat. My eyes watered a little bit as the trickle became a steady stream and my mouth was seared by the heat of the steaming yellow piss. I tried not to taste it, fearing it would be too much for me to handle. But as my mouth filled up it became impossible not to, and I realized that although the taste was strong and distinctive, it wasn't disgusting. Once I relaxed and allowed myself to savor the warm nectar, I was surprised to find that I quite liked the musky, salty, primal taste. It was not unlike the cum that I loved so much. I began to gulp it down thirstily; truly reveling in the experience, and relieved that I would not disgrace myself. I was highly aroused by the illicitness of my act and my cunt was flooded once again by the warm wetness of my desire and my humiliation. I felt my muscles clench involuntarily as if milking an invisible cock. "Oh yes, that's a good girl. Swallow it all, baby. You like drinking Daddy's piss, don't you?" I couldn't answer, but tried to smile at him with my eyes. I began to realize that there was nothing I wouldn't do for my Daddy, and I think that in that moment, he did too. The understanding between us was solidified forever when our eyes met and silently telegraphed our mutual devotion; mine to serving him, his to owning me body and soul. Daddy filled my mouth five or six times before the stream began to weaken. I moved closer to catch the last dribbles and then eagerly licked the remaining drops from his cock. After swallowing a huge load of cum, and then multiple mouthfuls of piss, my belly felt obscenely bloated. I was full of piss and cum, and the knowledge made me feel deliciously dirty and demeaned. I rubbed my tight little belly and said, "Mmmmmmm, that was sooooo good. I was afraid to drink your piss Daddy, but I loved it so much. Thank you for making me your toilet slut." "I've been wanting to piss in that pretty mouth for a very long time now. I knew when the time was right, you wouldn't disappoint me. It made Daddy very happy to see his little cumslut drinking that piss down so greedily." "I'm so glad, Daddy." "Now...I made a promise and I intend to honor it. So get up on the bed and spread your legs nice and wide for Daddy." I eagerly climbed up on the bed and opened my dripping cunt to Daddy, who knelt on the floor in the same spot that I had knelt only moments before. He pulled me forward so that my ass was at the edge of the bed and then pushed my knees back until I was displayed in much the same fashion as he had been earlier when I serviced him. "Look at that beautiful cunt." Daddy purred. I could feel his warm breath on my already fevered skin. It cooled the moisture that glistened upon my plump cunt lips and coated my tight pink asshole. The tantalizing sensation caused a shiver to ripple through my body. My nipples, already hard, tightened even further into hard and wrinkled little pinpoints of need. I longed to tease the aching nubs with my thumbs, but I dared not, unless commanded by my Daddy. "You cunt is so wet, baby. And your clit is so fucking swollen. Mmmmmm, yes...look at that. What a whore you are to get so wet from sucking cock and drinking piss. Aren't you? "Yes Daddy" I breathed. "I am a whore. But only for you, Daddy." "That's right, baby, only for me." Daddy began licking my clit in slow, languorous strokes and I couldn't help but raise my hips off the bed to meet his tongue. Daddy laughed and backed away each time I thrust my hips at him, delighted at my frustration and distress. Then, in response to my urgent demand, he began flicking my clit roughly with the tip of his tongue, making me writhe with pleasure. He bit and sucked the swollen bud, causing it to grow even larger as it became more and more engorged. Suddenly, Daddy gave my clit a hard, stinging slap. I wasn't expecting it, and shrieked in shocked surprise. In a purely protective reflex, my legs tried to slam shut, but Daddy wouldn't allow it. He wrenched my legs apart and slapped my clit again, equally hard. I screamed again. "Daddy! Why are you punishing me? I've been such a good girl! I tried so hard to please you Daddy!" "You did please me, slut. But I think you like it when Daddy hurts you. Don't you?" I couldn't answer, and only shook my head. Daddy grabbed my left nipple and twisted it savagely. The pain shot straight through me, stabbing my cunt with daggers of lust and bringing forth a fresh torrent of slippery girl juice. "DON'T YOU??" he demanded. "YES! Yes Daddy, I like it when you hurt me." He was right, I did. Behind the pain, there was a rising tide of pleasure. I couldn't deny it. I enjoyed being hurt. "Then I want to you to beg for more pain, slut." "No..." My protest was weak and ineffectual. It was also completely insincere, and Daddy knew it. He twisted my nipple again. "BEG." I arched my back against the deep, sinister pain in my nipple and tried to writhe away from Daddy's strong fingers. But the helpless bud was trapped and I was forced to beg for pain I did not want to admit needing. "Please hurt me Daddy! Slap my clit some more. Slap it hard. Please, Daddy, please!!" He did. Daddy slapped my clit over and over. When my screams became too loud, he stuffed my wet panties into my mouth to stifle them. I stopped counting the blows, and became lost in the flames that consumed my tortured cunt. When at last Daddy stopped, I was dazed and disoriented and aroused to the point of frenzy. My hand stole to my battered clit in an attempt to satisfy my all consuming need to cum. But Daddy slapped my hand away, and scolded me. "Not yet my impatient little slut." Daddy gently stroked the tender, reddened flesh between my legs, causing me to gasp and buck as he brought forth new sensations with his flitting, fleeting caress. The lightness of his touch made the soreness of my cunt all the more evident as he teased the raw, abraded mound of my weeping sex. I moaned with frustration and implored my Daddy. I was practically weeping as I begged him for release. "Please Daddy, please make me cum. You hurt me so good Daddy...my cunt is on fire and I need to come so badly!" Daddy chuckled. "I'm not done hurting you yet. I'm not done watching your beautiful face contort with anguish. I'm not done watching your own body betray you. I'm not done enjoying your shame." Suburban Cumslut Ch. 01 I shuddered at his words, knowing that he possessed me completely, and wondering what my Daddy had in store for me; wondering when the game had stopped and reality had taken over. I raised my head to look him in the eye. "Hurt me some more Daddy." To be Continued. Suburban Cumslut Ch. 02 A Note to my Readers: This is a fetish story with extreme sexual themes involving mild scatplay. If you prefer more mainstream content, please do not read further. I have placed this story in the Fetish category and classified it with appropriate tags. While I do appreciate feedback and constructive criticism, (what writer doesn't?) I don't appreciate comments denigrating the practices I have described herein. I would not comment on the staleness of an erotic story of a conventional nature, and I would ask the same courtesy in return. `````````````````````````````````````````````` "Hurt me some more Daddy." I was breathless and trembling; all my nerve endings were electrified over the unexpected twist our game had taken. I had never given voice to my desires before. I had never dared. This is the gift my Husband, my Daddy was now giving me; the freedom to surrender to those terribly dark and secret urges, the freedom to admit what I am, what I need. He was giving me the courage to submit to him and the security and acceptance necessary for complete and total subjugation. "Oh, I will Cumslut, I will. But you're going to have to earn it." My mind raced with the possibilities. "How Daddy?" "You're going to have to demonstrate true obedience." I had already done so many depraved things for my Daddy; I couldn't imagine what else he might have in mind for me. As if reading my thoughts, Daddy said, "I know you've done some very naughty, nasty things for Daddy. But you enjoyed those things, didn't you whore?" I blushed. It was true. I had reveled in being used and degraded. I had relished the filthiness of the acts he bade me commit. Drinking piss, eating cum, tonguing his asshole; all of it had spurred me to new heights of ecstasy. All of it had made me a shameless, wanton slut, yearning for release; willing to do whatever necessary to get it. "Yes, Daddy." I whispered. "To be truly obedient, you must be willing to do things you find distasteful. You must be willing to forego your own enjoyment for mine. And for a dirty little slut like you, it's going to have to be something truly vile, isn't it?" "Yes Daddy." I whispered again. My voice had all but deserted me. I was mute with mingled terror and excitement. "Roll over and get that sweet little ass in the air." I did as I was told, pressing my tits into the mattress and arching my back to make sure my ass was displayed to Daddy's satisfaction. "Reach back and open yourself nice and wide for Daddy. Show me that greedy asshole." I complied, wondering how this was going to be a lesson in obedience. I had done this very thing many times and I knew what was in store. It was nothing new or surprising and it was certainly not distasteful to me. In fact, I loved being sodomized; the harder the better. I begged for it quite often. Daddy found it amusing and would taunt me while he thrust his cock in and out of my stretched and aching hole. "Oh, yes, what a disgusting little anal fuck slut you are. You can't get enough cock in that slutty little asshole can you? You'd rather have a cock in your ass than in your pussy wouldn't you? C'mon, beg for it. Tell Daddy how badly you need to be ass fucked. Tell Daddy how much you love having his cock stuffed up your shitter." And I would. I would beg him to fuck me harder, harder, always harder. Make me hurt, Daddy, destroy my hole, pump me full of burning cum and then laugh as it slowly leaks out of me because my ruined anal ring can no longer hold it in. If allowed, I would cum hard in a screaming, writhing, rapturous fit. Obedience would not be necessary for me to submit to his desires in this regard. My own desire would simply not let me refuse. My puzzlement must have been evident, because Daddy hastened to assure me that there was much more in store for me than a simple ass fucking. "Don't worry whore, this will be a new experience for both of us. And when we're finished, I will own you completely." With that, Daddy thrust his cock into my soaking snatch, which squelched noisily as he thrust in and out several times to lubricate himself. He pulled out abruptly with a sloppy, sucking plop, and then rubbed the silky purple helmet against my tightly puckered asshole. When at last he pushed his fat, swollen cockhead in, I moaned with pleasure at the first sharp pain of intrusion. I gave myself over to the sensation of being stretched impossibly wide as more and more of him breached my greedy, grasping anal chute. "Ohhhhh, yes Daddy, yes. It feels so good!" I groaned, as the sweet pain/pleasure overtook me. When Daddy had filled me completely and his hips were pressed against pale globes of my gently rounded ass, he leaned over, swept my hair back tenderly, and whispered in my ear. "Did you prepare yourself for me properly, slut?" Lost in the delightful feeling of his cock sunk deeply into my bowels, it took a moment before I understood what he was asking me. With horror, I realized that I had foregone my usual custom of giving myself an enema prior to anal sex. I had not anticipated having to serve him this evening and now I was going to pay for that oversight. It came to me then, just how he was going to cultivate my obedience. Dear God...he wouldn't! I couldn't! But he would, and I could. "Oh no, Daddy, please! Please don't do this." I whimpered. Daddy laughed softly at my distress. "What are you afraid of? You're a nasty, filthy little whore. You can do anything you put your mind to. And you will...if you want me to continue being your Master and your Daddy. You will obey me, if you want to be my Cumslut now and forever. You do want it, don't you slut?" Did I? Did I want it badly enough to debase myself to such an extent? Did I have the ability to overcome the revulsion long enough to perform the task my Daddy required of me? Could I really do what he asked? I did. I could. I would. Despite the fear and repugnance, my body betrayed my deep longing to submit to him. My nipples were so sensitive with need that even the softly wafting air currents caused them to stiffen in agony. My cunt muscles clenched as the juices spilled from me in a torrent and trickled down my widely spread thighs. "Yes Daddy. I do want it." "I knew you would, slut. Daddy began to fuck me, hard. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out of the tender ring of muscle that gripped him almost lovingly, before slamming the full length of it balls deep once again. He punished my asshole with stroke after forceful stroke. I began to feel sore and raw, and there was an increasing fullness in my rectum beyond that caused by Daddy's cock. It was becoming uncomfortable and insistent. I knew that feeling, and tightened my asshole instinctively. Daddy slapped my left buttock hard enough to make me yelp. "Don't you dare tighten that asshole slut! Relax and let it happen. You knew this was coming." I did know that it was coming. But the reality was far different from even my wildest imaginings. Normally, I enjoy being dominated and humiliated. Normally, being made to perform acts of perversion excited me very much. But at that moment, I only felt a very disconcerting sense of vulnerability and shame. Regardless of my own feelings, I wanted to please my Daddy very much. I tried to do as Daddy said, and made a conscious effort to relax. When I did, I felt my bowels moving with each thrust of Daddy's cock. I was powerless to stop it. He was literally, fucking the shit out of me. "Oh yes....that's what I wanted. That's my dirty little whore. You're getting Daddy's cock nice and filthy. You're going to have quite a mess to clean up, slut." I was crying silently as Daddy fucked me, knowing what he would ask of me next. Without warning, he pulled his cock roughly from my assaulted asshole. I remained on my knees, ass in the air, afraid to face my ultimate indignity. "Turn around now slut. Show me how obedient you are. Show me how far you're willing to go to please your Daddy." On hands and knees I turned to face him and found myself staring at his cock, which was rock hard and jutting forth proudly. It was liberally smeared with reeking brown matter from my equally soiled asshole. "Suck it." was all Daddy said to me. I shook my head mutely, pleading with my eyes. Please Daddy, don't make me do this. Don't make me put that in my mouth. I don't want to know what my own filth tastes like. I don't want to be a scat whore. I want to be your dirty girl, Daddy, but please, not that dirty! Daddy gripped the base of his cock in one hand and slapped me hard on the mouth with it several times. It left smears of thick, sticky filth on my lips. I nearly licked them out of sheer habit, but stopped myself. I whimpered softly with my mouth clamped tightly shut. "Suck that dirty cock NOW, whore." I was going to have to just do it. If I kept thinking about it, I would never be able to overcome my innate revulsion and do as my Daddy asked. I opened my mouth, took a deep breath, and then swallowed his dirty cock in one long gulp. As with the piss, I tried not to taste. But it was impossible. The stinging bitterness filled not only my mouth, but my sinuses as well. I wasn't sure if I was smelling the taste or tasting the smell, but whichever the case, my senses were overwhelmed with the truly revolting miasma of fresh human waste. As bad as it was, the taste did not cause me to gag, but rather the texture, which was dense, sticky and gritty. It could not be simply swallowed away. Despite my repeated attempts to rid my mouth of the vile substance, it clung to my teeth, my tongue, and the roof of my mouth with thoroughly distressing stubbornness. I gagged and then gagged again, striving hard not to vomit. My Daddy kindly allowed me a moment to recover my composure. I simply held his cock in my mouth, breathing deeply through my nose and waiting for my heaving stomach to settle down. The urge passed, and I resumed sucking vigorously, hoping to clean Daddy's cock as quickly as possible and put an end to my ordeal. With each pass my mouth made down the filthy shaft, his cock emerged from my mouth a little cleaner. I was forced to swallow the noxious sludge that formed in my mouth; a combination of shit and saliva that was truly foul. But I was encouraged by my progress and began to feel a little less panicked. I tried to lick and swirl with my usual enthusiasm, and give his beautiful cock all the attention it deserved from a loving Cumslut. "Thaaaaat's a good girl. Get it nice and clean. You like that? You like the way your dirty asshole tastes? You like to suck Daddy's filthy cock?" I shook my head and Daddy laughed softly. "What a nasty whore you are. Such a nasty, dirty little cocksucker. You'll do anything if it means getting a cock in your mouth won't you?" I blushed deeply with shame, and nodded silently. It was true. I would do anything to keep my Daddy happy. I would do anything to ensure that I would always have his cock to worship. When his cock was thoroughly clean, I began to enjoy my chore, despite the lingering taste of filth in my mouth. How I loved sucking my Daddy's cock. I hoped I had done well, and that maybe now Daddy would give me another nice big load of creamy cum. If I could get one more mouthful of his yummy spunk, I could consider what I had just done a means to a delicious end. To my complete and utter dismay, Daddy pulled his cock from my mouth and ordered me back into the ass fucking position. I looked at him with horror and cried, "No Daddy please! Not again! I can't do it again!" "Get on your knees, slut, or you fail this test of your obedience. Is that what you want?" "No Daddy." I sobbed. I knelt once again on the bed with my ass high in the air. And Daddy once again fucked me with hard, punishing strokes. But I couldn't enjoy the lovely sensation of his big cock plowing into my tender little hole, knowing how he would once again defile my mouth when the whim struck him. As before, he pulled out and commanded that I clean his cock. He repeated the process three times in total, and each time I desperately hoped it would be the last. I was nearing the end of my tolerance. Though I wanted to please my Daddy, I simply couldn't take much more. I licked the last vestiges of stubbornly clinging shit from the bulbous, swollen head of his cock. Daddy must have sensed that my tolerance was coming to and end because he cupped my chin gently in his hand and raised my face to meet his eyes. He ran his thumb over my full lips, which were smeared with my own excrement. He wiped it away tenderly. "My, my....just look at you. You look like a little girl who has eaten a chocolate cupcake. What a messy, dirty face. Don't you have any manners slut? Can you not suck a dirty cock with dignity? I have never seen a slut look so thoroughly degraded. You are a nasty, nasty little whore." I looked my Daddy directly in the eye. My cheeks were scarlet with shame and humiliation, but I also felt a sense of pride. "I know Daddy. I am a nasty whore...for you. I'll do anything for you Daddy. Anything. All I ask in return is that you let me worship your beautiful cock, that you feed me loads of sweet cum, and that you use me like the filthy worthless fuckslut I am." "Your words are very pleasing to Daddy, slut. You have been a very obedient girl and that makes me very happy indeed. Now I know there is nothing I can ask of you that will be refused. You are truly and completely....mine." Goosebumps broke out on my fevered skin, and a ripple of excitement raced down my spine to lodge deep within my dripping, convulsing cunt. "Thank you Daddy." I whispered. And then, unable to resist, I began to plead with him. "Will you give me some cum now? Will you hurt me some more? Will you let me cum too? Please Daddy, I need it so badly!" Daddy chuckled at my eager desperation. "Yes, Cumslut, you can have some more cum. I'm about to explode from watching you debase yourself so prettily. But this is probably the very last you will get from me tonight. You have drained me with your greed. Suck me now, baby. Suck me good, and don't stop until I spurt every last drop of cum from my poor balls down your throat." I began to suck Daddy's cock hungrily, once again relishing the taste and feel of his hard cock. I sighed with pleasure as the silky flesh filled my hot and hungry mouth. Suddenly, I was struck by an idea. It was so dirty, so nasty...it thrilled me to think of doing it. It thrilled me to think of being such a filthy little whore of my own free will. I hoped it would thrill Daddy too. "Daddy..." I began. I was hesitant and faltering. "Yes my sweet whore..." "Daddy, I have a very naughty idea. Will you indulge your dirty little girl?" "Of course I will. My slut wants to be nasty some more, does she?" "Yes Daddy, I do. I can't seem to help myself." "I know, slut. It's what you are. Tell me." "Daddy, I want to eat your cum from my...from my ass. Will you cum in my ass Daddy? Will you fill my ass with your hot cum and then let me push it out and lap it up like a greedy little bitch?" Daddy growled with pent up lust. "Fuck yes, slut. On your knees...NOW!" I scrambled onto my knees, pressed my aching tits to the mattress and arched my back deeply to open my asshole to my Daddy. I shivered as the cool air caressed the damp pucker of my waiting hole. Daddy buried himself in my asshole with one thrust. I screamed with pleasure as he speared my bowels and stretched my hole abruptly, almost beyond its limit. The sweet burning pain sent waves of lust through me, and I felt my cunt begin to sluice more of its slippery juices down my thighs. "Oh God, Daddy yeeeeeeeeeesssssss! Fuck my asshole, fuck it hard!" I gave myself over to the sensations deep inside me as Daddy rammed his cock up my ass again and again. I reveled in the feeling of being violated and filled and used. Unthinking, I reached down to rub my sore, swollen clit. It was hard and slick and desperate for contact with anything. On the verge of a mind blowing orgasm, I groaned deeply. Daddy gave me a hard slap. "Don't you dare, slut! I didn't give you permission to cum yet!" I sobbed with frustration, but obeyed his command. "That's a good girl. Now don't you touch yourself again. Daddy has plans for that little fuck button." "I won't Daddy. I promise. Just keep fucking my asshole, please! It feels so good!" Because Daddy had already cum multiple times that day, he was able to fuck me a good long time. I began to feel loose and raw and bruised. As the discomfort increased, so did my need to cum. The pain and indignity of being brutally sodomized fueled my lust. I was nearly insensible with it as he battered my rectum mercilessly. Daddy was beyond all thought or reason as well. "Oh yes, baby. Daddy's going to fuck that ass raw. You like it hard and deep don't you? You like it when Daddy hurts your asshole with his big cock." "Yes, Daddy, hurt me. Fuck me hard and hurt me!" I sobbed. The sounds of our fucking filled the air; the slap of flesh on flesh, the wet squelch of bodily fluids, the grunting and groaning in time to each thrust. I could smell my own pussy, as well as the lingering scent of shit. All of my senses were being assaulted. I was nothing but a greedy, needy hole desperate to be filled. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. I felt Daddy tense behind me, and knew that his orgasm was approaching. I moaned loudly anticipating the warm flood of cum that would soon fill me. I reached beneath my body to grasp his heavy, swinging balls. I squeezed them gently to encourage the release of their precious fluid. "Oh fuck, baby, Daddy's going to cum. Daddy's going to blow his load up your ass." I was nearly incoherent and could only mumble in reply, "Oh yeah, Daddy, yeah. Please cum in my ass. Please, please, please." And then Daddy was cumming. He gave a loud bellow and began to empty himself into me, slamming his hips against me with such force that I was propelled forward and finally collapsed upon the bed. Lying prone, with Daddy's cock buried in my ass, I felt the delicious spasms as it blasted ounce after ounce of cum deep into my bowels. When the final spasm had passed, Daddy slowly pulled his cock out of my well fucked ass. I tried to clench my ruined anus to retain as much cum as possible, but I felt some leak out and dribble down to pool between my legs. I reach back to scoop it up and sucked it off of my fingers. Once again, my wantonness amused my Daddy. "Ah, yes, that's my little cumslut. You can't wait to get it in your slutty little mouth can you?" "No Daddy, I want to eat it up so bad. Can I? Can I push all that spunk out of my ass now?" Daddy pulled me back gently so that my knees were beneath my chest. He parted my ass cheeks and peered at my open, leaking hole. "Look at that baby. What a beautiful sight. I wish you could see your asshole right now. It's so swollen and gaping open, and it's leaking cum. It looks so pretty and so used." I lay there quietly, listening to my Daddy's words, reveling in his admiration and awaiting his permission to expel the cum from my churning bowels. I moaned softly, beseechingly. "Alright slut...I know what you want. It's time to take a cum dump for Daddy. Push it out into Daddy's hand you filthy little thing." I bore down gently, unsure and a little worried about what I might expel along with the cum. I felt it pour forth from my tattered anus, and it was wonderfully soothing to the raw, abraded tissues. I heard it pattering into the palm of Daddy's cupped hand. I was excited by the sheer depravity of what I was doing. Suburban Cumslut Ch. 02 When I felt that I was empty, I stopped pushing, but Daddy encouraged me to continue. "Keep pushing slut. We want all that cum out of your ass and in your mouth." I did as he asked, though I was nervous about pushing so hard. I felt another small trickle of cum flow out of me. "Mmmmmm. I love to see that little asshole working so hard. That's a good girl. Now turn around and see what a treat Daddy has for you." I turned around and crawled over to inspect the mess in Daddy's hand. There was a small puddle of pearlescent cum, with a few faint brownish streaks swirling through it. I wanted that cum so much that I didn't even care that it was soiled from being inside my ass. "Lap it up you filthy little whore. Lap up that dirty cum like a good little bitch." I did. My pink tongue slid out from between my lips to make a trail through the thick and fragrant substance. With a practiced flick of my tongue, I swept the first precious drops into my mouth and moaned deeply with satisfaction as they slid down my throat. I lapped and licked and slurped until his hand was clean, and all the delicious spunk was consumed. Then I cleaned my Daddy's flaccid cock and empty balls, searching for every last drop of cum. When I was satisfied that I had done a thorough job, I sat up and licked my lips like a cat licking away the last drops of sweet cream. Daddy smiled at me. "You look very satisfied with yourself slut." "Ohhhh, I am Daddy." I purred. "Thank you for the cum. Thank you for letting me be such a dirty girl." "You're welcome slut. You have pleased me very much. Now...you have earned some attention from Daddy. Tell me what you want, baby." I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide, displaying my swollen, dripping sex. "Hurt me Daddy. Hurt me while I cum." Daddy chuckled deeply. "My pleasure slut. My pleasure." To Be Continued... Suburban Cumslut Ch. 03 Thanks to all the wonderful comments from my readers! I am overwhelmed by the response to these stories, and incredibly grateful for your encouragement and support. I try to respond to anyone who is kind enough to comment, but the volume of mail may result in me missing someone. Please know it is not intentional and I am enormously appreciative of your feedback. As always, comments are welcome. I hope you will enjoy the next chapter in the journey of this Suburban Cumslut. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hurt me Daddy. Hurt me while I cum." Daddy chuckled deeply. "My pleasure slut. My pleasure." I moaned and pumped my hips lewdly, to demonstrate to my Daddy how incredibly hot and needy I was. My cunt announced that need with a full lipped scarlet smile and my clit was swollen to an almost unbelievable size. The entire length of it was engorged, and the throbbing column of woman flesh almost felt like a small cock jutting forth from the top of my dripping slit. I reached down to retract the tender pink hood until the mini head was clearly visible. "Look Daddy, look at my baby cock. It's so hard! Don't you want to hurt it? Please Daddy, hurt my pretty little baby cock." Daddy laughed and said, "I certainly do want to hurt that baby cock. I want to hurt it so very, very badly. But how? How to make my sweet little whore scream for Daddy?" Daddy pretended to be deep in thought. I shivered at what might be going through his mind; so many wonderful ways to be hurt, so much delicious cruelty to inflict upon my vulnerable, pouting womanhood. My nipples tingled with an intensity that was almost electric as I considered the likelihood of them becoming targets as well. I arched my back to show that they were up for offer along with my cunt. "Oh my, we can't forget those little morsels now can we? My slut needs her lovely tits hurt as well, doesn't she?" "Oh yes please, Daddy." I panted. I pinched my nipples hard between thumb and forefinger and pulled them upward until they were grossly elongated and my heavy breasts stretched into a conical shape. "Hmmmm, I think Daddy has just the thing for that slutty little cunt and those hungry little tits. Hold them just like that slut." Daddy disappeared for a moment, leaving me to stew in my own juices, so to speak. I heard him rummaging around in the toy bin, searching for whatever implement had stuck his fancy. I hoped it was the riding crop. I loved the deep, stinging bite and the lovely, vivid stripes that it made upon my pale, tender skin. If wielded properly, it caused no permanent damage, but left a sweet soreness for a day or so that was a delicious reminder of Daddy's commitment to my training and discipline. I loved having a sore pussy and tender aching nipples, but until today, I had never had the courage to ask for the punishment I craved. I had always had to wait until Daddy was compelled to mete it out. Then, I had feigned protest, too ashamed to admit that I had been waiting eagerly for my Daddy to hurt me. "Oh Daddy, please hurry, I need it so bad." I felt very bold as I expressed my longing. Daddy reappeared at the side of the bed, carrying a slim black riding crop, with a cock shaped handle. I moaned with excitement at the sight of it. "Hold those tits up, slut. Do not drop them. Do you understand?" "Yes Daddy." I tightened my grip on my nipples to insure my obedience. "And spread those legs nice and wide. I want that cunt ready to accept some more abuse." I complied, eagerly. The first blow struck the underside of my right breast and immediately following, one fell upon the left breast in the same place. The blows were hard; much harder than those Daddy had given me previously. My back arched against the pain and the breath hissed from between my teeth. Almost before the searing heat could register, a blow was delivered to the top of each breast. I writhed and hissed some more, but I maintained my hold on my strained nipples. Daddy took his time beating my tits thoroughly; top, bottom and sides. Sometimes, he landed several blows in the same place, teasing me with the delicious agony, then moving on. I tried not to cry out, but I couldn't keep the moans, which were a combination of pain and lust, from escaping my lips. Each shriek, each stifled oath, each sob elicited a grin of satisfaction from my Daddy. Finally, he was finished. My tits were on fire and were a suitable shade of crimson to attest to the searing heat. There was a satisfying ache deep in the core of each quivering mound of tit meat that promised to be very much in evidence for several days. I was gratified to know that the effects of my beating would linger. But I knew there was more to come. "Drop those tits slut. Let's see what we've accomplished." I complied. Now my nipples were exposed and vulnerable. He eyed them with a salacious leer. "Very nice, slut. I love to see a pair of well beaten tits. But those nipples...Mmmmm. I think they need a few good, hard strokes. Don't you? "Yes, Daddy." "How many, whore? How many strokes do you deserve?" That was a loaded question. Did Daddy mean, how many did I deserve as a reward for being such a good Cumslut and such a filthy, dirty girl? Or how many did I deserve as punishment for being a worthless, shitlicking whore? I didn't know how to answer. Too few would make him angry, as would too many. And though my cunt was wet with longing, I didn't honestly know how many I could take. "Whatever you decide is best for me Daddy." "Playing it safe, slut? You disappoint me. Fifteen hard strokes on each nipple. Cup your tits from below. Lift them up...that's right...offer them to your Daddy. Mmmmm, yes, just like cherries on a sundae aren't they whore? They won't look cherries when I'm done with them. Noooooo, I think they will look like sweet succulent plums, all purple and swollen." I shuddered with anticipation and did as he said, cupping each breast and lifting my eager nipples to him. I waited for the pain; excited, afraid, longing, dreading. "Count." He said, and then the first blow struck the turgid bud. Sweet Jesus it hurt. I screamed, forgetting to count as the sensation ignited a licking flame of desire that raced down my spinal column, unfurled in my arched pelvis, and curled sinuously into my cunt where it was consumed, but not extinguished, by a fresh flood of my female juices. I felt the warm fluid burst from the slick pink surface of my most intimate flesh and collect in the basin of my open, glistening hole. Reflexively, I dropped my breasts and covered my vulnerable nipples. It was only an instant before I realized I had made a grave mistake. "How dare you cover yourself, slut!" roared Daddy. He stood above me with a dark look on his face. He reached down and buried his hand in the thick hair at the nape of my neck. Daddy tightened his grip slowly, until the there was no slack in the abundant tresses and the delicate skin was pulled painfully taut. Then he pulled my face close to his own, forcing me to look deep into his eyes. I could smell the warm, masculine scent he gave off, and feel the heat from his body. "You asked for this whore. Remember?" "Yes, Daddy." "You begged me, didn't you whore?" "Yes, Daddy." "What do you have to say for yourself, you ungrateful little cunt?" Fearful the delicious pain would be withheld from my stiff and yearning nipples, I did the only thing I knew to do. I began to plead with him. "Daddy...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to cover myself! It was just a reflex, I swear. I am grateful Daddy, really I am. Thank you for beating my tits so well! I love the way they hurt so deep inside. I'm a very lucky painslut. Please don't stop! Oh God Daddy, please beat my nipples too. I want them to hurt for days, just like my tits Daddy. Please!" I was near tears, which surprised me, as did the sincerity of my pleas. How such a thing had become so important to me was baffling and disconcerting. But the pain...it was so seductive. I needed more. "I believe you, slut. And I'm glad to hear you're remorseful. I'll finish what I started, but there will be consequences for your insolence." I was weak with relief, but wary of what punishment might be imposed for my transgression, which I knew to be quite grievous indeed. "Get back up on your knees whore." Confused, I nearly blurted out "Why?"...but managed to hold my tongue. I scrambled back to my knees, anxious to avoid displeasing Daddy further. Without comment or preamble, Daddy again shoved his cock into my asshole. I gasped as his hot flesh made contact with the reddened, stinging tissue and then cried aloud as he thrust through the swollen, abused ring. Was this to be my punishment? Though undeniably sore, I could certainly stand another assfucking. The agony would be fierce, but sweet. Daddy quickly disabused me of that notion, however. When he had seated his cock fully and firmly into my ravished rectum, he paused a moment, and then began to piss. The stream was powerful and copious and I immediately began to experience a painful cramping. It was a far different experience from the gentle cleansing enemas I often gave myself. And yet...I was excited and titillated. I was being used as a urinal, a receptacle for the liquid waste from another body. It was the pinnacle of degradation and I loved it. Once again it seemed as if my every thought was somehow silently communicated to my Daddy. "I think you're enjoying this, slut. You like being filled to the brim with hot piss. You like being a toilet for Daddy don't you?" "It hurts, Daddy. It's giving me such bad cramps!" "But you like it because you're a filthy piss loving whore, aren't you?" "Yes Daddy" "And you don't care which end it goes in, do you? It's all the same to you, as long as you end up with a bellyful of piss, isn't that right whore?" "Yes Daddy." "Well, you might enjoy being a toilet, slut, but I promise you won't enjoy having to hold it while I beat those fucking teats black and blue." Ahhh, so that was my punishment. I gasped audibly and Daddy chuckled at having taken me by surprise. Yes, it was cunning and diabolical. My asshole had been stretched and weakened by the earlier assault. It would be quite a struggle to retain anything that an angry Daddy might choose to shove into it. But the real punishment would be my inability to focus wholly on the pain I needed and loved so much. I would be unable to turn inward and let myself float away on the tide of pain and pleasure. In a very short time I began to feel uncomfortably full. I looked down to see that my stomach bulged slightly just below my navel as the piss distended my bowels. I whimpered softly in protest, but the stream continued unabated. My stomach swelled larger as I watched. I stroked it softly, disbelieving that my body could hold so much piss, and doubtful of my ability to hold it in. Finally, with a soft, wet plop, Daddy pulled his flaccid cock from my ass. I felt a small stream of piss dribble from my asshole and trickle slowly down my legs. "Tighten that hole slut! If you release any more, or you lose control completely, I will not hurt your little girl cock. Do you understand me? I won't give you what you've worked so hard for. You will have debased yourself for nothing." "Daddy, pleeeeeeaaaase. I can't hold it. There's so much piss in me, Daddy!" I moaned as another vicious cramp gripped my bowels. Daddy ignored my entreaty. "Don't disappoint me again, slut. Roll over carefully...that's right...and spread your legs. Lift those tits, just like before. Now, let's continue." Daddy lifted the crop above me, preparing to strike the untouched nipple, but then, in mid stroke, he stopped. "How could I forget? Just a moment, slut." He bent down to retrieve something from the floor and came up holding the damp, soiled panties that he had used to silence me earlier. He smirked. "I would love to soak these with piss before stuffing them in your mouth, but I'm afraid the contents of my bladder are currently sloshing about in your ass." Daddy crumpled the pale blue nylon panties and gagged me with them. "Now then..." The crop slashed downward with a sensuous whisper and struck my nipple with perfect accuracy. The pain was indescribable... sinister but wonderful; a living thing that caressed my tender flesh with fingers of blistering sensation. I arched my back and raised my hips in the primal, age old posture of sweet, sweet agony. I was transported to a place I had always longed to be. But in that place, I was unaware of anything but the delicious onslaught of pain and desire. As my cunt received the lovely message from my tormented nipples, I gave myself up it and relaxed my pelvic muscles involuntarily. I felt a small trickle of warmth in the cleft of my buttocks and realized I was very close to losing control. My panic dissolved the delicious pain haze. I clenched my anus as tightly as I could, which resulted in another wave of rippling, cramping pain deep within me. Any remaining euphoria evaporated abruptly and was replaced by fear as my strained muscles struggled to hold back the deluge inside my bowels. Goddamn my devious Daddy. With each blow that Daddy delivered to my defenseless nipples, the vicious cycle was repeated; pain, pleasure, realization, panic, fear, struggle. Each time, he brought me to the precipice of masochistic satisfaction, only to yank me back with his expectations. He whipped my nipples mercilessly, with all the strength that he possessed. It wasn't long before I was screaming behind my panty gag. The screams were muffled, but still strident. "That's it whore, scream for Daddy. Louder baby...let me hear how much it hurts!" By the final blow, I was a wreck. The tender sphincter that had often given me so much pleasure, now quivered with fatigue and ached with strain. My palms were indented with half moons where I had bunched my fists tightly. My knees were weak, my cunt was open and weeping, my nipples were twin nodes of pure flame. I was panting heavily, and tears ran from my eyes. I felt them trickling into my ears. Daddy was breathing heavily his cock once again stood proud and rigid before him. Hurting me aroused him and I felt strangely satisfied with that knowledge. He removed the panties from my mouth and kissed my lips gently. "Is that what my little painslut needed?" "Yes, Daddy." He grazed his thumbs lightly over my battered nipples. I gave a loud cry as his touch coaxed more pain to the surface of the angry, throbbing nubs. "Mmmmmm, yes, those teats hurt, don't they whore?" "Yes Daddy!" "Goooood. That's very good." he crooned. He ran his finger up between my ass cheeks, grazed my tightly closed hole, dipped briefly into my cunt, and then teased my clit with a light, fleeting caress. "I feel some moisture here, whore." My heart sank. I had allowed just a tiny bit of piss to escape when the crop first struck, but I had tried so hard to please my Daddy! Surely he knew how I had struggled! "But I'm pleased. You've performed well...better than I ever expected considering how hard I fucked your ass earlier. And I think you've learned your lesson, haven't you?" "Yes Daddy." My reply was emphatic and sincere. "Then you may go to the bathroom and expel, slut." "Thank you Daddy. I'm glad I pleased you." Gingerly, I crawled off the bed and stood on shaky legs. I quickly realized that gravity was working against me. I couldn't move for fear of releasing the churning mess in my bowels all over the carpet. Daddy grasped my predicament at once and laughed softly. "You may need to crawl in there slut. Fitting, don't you think?" "Yes Daddy." I dropped to my knees and crawled slowly to the bathroom. My cheeks burned with shame. It seemed like an eternity before I reached the safe haven of the commode. I got to my feet and prepared to sit, but hesitated, not knowing if I should close the door or not. I certainly didn't want to anger my Daddy again, but I was almost at the point of no return. "Daddy? May I close the door while I expel your piss from my ass?" "Yes whore. You've earned your privacy." With relief, I shut the door, settled hastily onto the smooth, cool seat, and promptly exploded. I cringed, embarrassed by the rude noises emanating from my body. I knew Daddy could hear, and though the door was closed, I felt naked and vulnerable as I let nature take over. Finally, I was empty of piss, or seemed to be. I sat for a moment, trying to calm down. As I took stock of myself, I realized that my clit was still monstrously swollen, and pulsing with the strength of its need. I reached down hesitantly and stroked it. Oh god...the pleasure...it was almost too much to bear. I frigged it furiously for just a moment, knowing that it was a serious and punishable offense. "What are you doing in there slut!?" I started guiltily and snatched my hand from between my legs. "Just making sure I'm empty, Daddy." "I'm coming in, slut." "NO! I mean, not yet Daddy. I'm so messy...let me get cleaned up first." I quickly destroyed the evidence of my crime by licking the pussy juice from my fingers. "Alright slut, but hurry up!" I attended to my hygiene quickly and then stood before the mirror, assessing. I had been wearing tasteful make-up earlier in the evening, but now, I looked the part of the whore I had been playing. My mascara had pooled into deep smudges below my eyes and tear tracks streaked the artfully applied blusher. My lipstick was liberally smeared and my mouth appeared swollen. My breasts were a deep rose color, and painted with a number of slender marks. They looked pretty, I thought. But my nipples...my nipples looked magnificent. They were swollen to perhaps twice their normal size, and were still swelling as I observed them. They were a deep, majestic purple at the tips, while around the areola, the dusky shadows of what would be vivid bruises were just appearing. I looked as if I had been brutalized, used, broken and discarded. Just then the door opened and Daddy entered. He stood behind me and reached around to cup my heavy, aching tits. Our eyes met in the mirror. "You have never been more beautiful" he whispered. He was right. And I realized then that I hadn't been playing a part, but achieving the fulfillment of a long silent truth. To Be Continued...