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American Whore

By: MustangKathi



I received an email from Greg the Pornographer. He had shot my first porn scene, and what I had thought would be my last. He said a Japanese porn company was in town and they were looking for an American girl to shoot with. He said the pay was excellent — $5000 for a one-day shoot! But they did very extreme porn. And none of it would be released in America.

Hmmm.

The reason I thought my porn career would be brief was that I didn't want my parents to know. But if it would only be released in Japan, that could be different.

I wanted to know what Greg the Pornographer found to be extreme. I mean, the scene I did for him had lesbian sex, a gang bang with nine dudes and my first real double penetration. I actually thought my scene was pretty extreme!

I was wrong.

Greg had uploaded a few movies to his Dropbox account, which I watched. There was spitting, puking, pissing and bukkake scenes. I actually gagged during some of the scenes. The girls were being destroyed. 

But I had to keep watching. I couldn't turn away.

In some of the scenes, the girls looked like they were having a good time. But in others, it just looked like plain humiliation. The girls were being degraded, and some of them were crying at the end. But then I'd get to the Behind the Scenes parts, and the girls would wipe away their tears, smile and receive bouquets of flowers.

And then I got it. This was as much about BDSM, or at least sunmission, as it was about sex. It was about what these girls would do to get off, even if it was disgusting. 

I was beginning to get turned on.

I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom to take some nude selfies, then sent them to the email address Greg had forwarded me. Later that afternoon, I got a call.

Her name was Marin Izumi, and she was directing and producing the video. She had an accent, but her English was really very good. Her company was based in Tokyo, but they had opened up an office in LA to film Japanese girls getting fucked by American guys, especially black guys. Apparently, the interracial market is big in Japan. This time, though, they decided they wanted to use Japanese actors with an American girl. 

I told her I'd watched some very intense Japanese porn, and was apprehensive. She told me not to worry, that she had been nervous before her first shoot, too. 

Ah!. So was an actress as well. That made me feel better. She could help me through the rough spots. She'd been through this.

She explained to me that Japanese pornography laws were very different from those in America. In Japan, you couldn't show genitals. I know it sounds weird, but all the cocks and pussies in the videos I watched had been pixelated. (The assholes, though, made it through unscathed.) This is why the videos would never be released in America — there's no market for porn that doesn't show dicks and pussies. 

This forced the porn producers to delve into kink and get creative. Some of the kinks were common to American porn — things like BDSM, cosplay (dressing up like teen-age girls or nurses), nakadashi (cream pies) and irrumatio (face fucking). 

But some of the kinks very pretty much unique to Japan — pissing, gero (vomiting), futanari (a girl pretends to be a hermaphrodite by having a prosthetic cock glued to her pubic bone), bukkake (massive facials), gokkun (cum drinking), even tentacle porn (with huge fake squids) and scat and bestiality.

Marin explained that Japanese culture was not as judgmental as American culture, especially in matters of sex. She said the Japanese were more into ideas of time and place. In public, everyone was expected to act properly and respect etiquette. But in private, people were expected to indulge their darker sides. And everyone was expected to have one.

Her parents knew she did porn, she said, and they were OK with it. It wouldn't have been their first choice, but if their little girl got off by being vomited on, so be it.

I was still having problems thinking of vomiting as being erotic, but I liked the attitude. 

Two days later, Peter and I found ourselves on the edge of Little Tokyo outside an old warehouse. We went inside and took the freight elevator to the top floor. There was only one door, so we opened it. 

I guess I was expecting offices or something, but it was one huge space which took up the entire floor. Ahead of us was a large reception area with a bunch of couches. Behind that was a row of desks with computers and huge monitors. Against one wall were racks of clothes, and next to it, a make-up station and a small kitchen. There was a row of metal shelving stacked with dildos, BMSM gear, cases of lube and a shit ton of hemp rope. They even had lockers, and a mini-shower room. No doors, no curtains, nothing — just shower up in front of the whole office!

Across the room were three simple sets, complete with lighting gear. 

It was an entire porn company under one roof. 

And it was mostly staffed by women. Two-thirds, by my informal count. Nice!

We went up to the receptionist and asked for Marin. A few seconds later, a very cute Japanese girl bounded up to me and gave me a hug. 

"I'm so happy you're here," she said, with a big smile on her face. "I think, when all is done, you will have an amazing time today."

Peter took a seat in the reception area while Marin escorted me back to her desk. I filled out the company's paperwork, and she made copies of my ID. Then she asked me if I wanted to take a shower. I'd taken one in the morning, but I remembered that Japanese culture is can be fastidious about cleanliness. Which was weird, because I was going to end up being pissed on and puking, but what the hell, I like hot water. 

She walked me over to where the lockers were and handed me a robe, a towel and a pair of rubber sandals. Then she started to get undressed.

"I will be assisting in your scenes today," she said. "We won't be having sex, but we will be interacting."


She then ran through the specifics of the scenes we'd be shooting that day. I took off my clothes, too, listening to the vile things she expected me to do.  

That I would be doing. On film, in front of an office full of people.

We were interrupted by three Japanese men, two younger, one older. The younger guys were the cameramen, and the older guy was the rope master. They conversed with Marin in Japanese, who asked me to raise my hands. They poked and prodded all over my body, but especially my thighs, ass and breasts. 

I didn't feel like a star. I felt like a piece of meat.

The men nodded vigorously in agreement and walked away.

"We were talking about what kind of suspensions to use on you," said Marin. "The rope master said you have a good body for tying up. He's excited to work with you."

We walked over to the shower room and turned on the water. Marin grabbed a luffa, soaping it up.

"We wash each other," she said. "It shows respect."

She washed every inch of, using just her hands on my pussy and asshole. I was getting turned on, and I saw that some of the employees were watching us. I breathed deeply.

"I suspect you are being turned on," Marin said, "and I would like to fuck you, too. But I think you should save your sexual energy for the movie."

I sighed and nodded. 

Now it was my turn to wash her. I took my time, letting the luffa slide over her body. And when it came to wash her pussy and asshole, I made sure to let my fingers linger inside of her. Then I bent down, gently spread her butt cheeks, and tongued her little asshole.

She may have been a professional, but it was hard for her to resist my tongue darting in and out of her anus. She moaned and turned to face the room. She lifted one leg up, like a ballerina, and gave me access to her pussy. I licked up her taint, over her labia and found her clit. 

I shot a glance sideways and saw that we had gathered a crowd. Good. I liked putting on a show.

And then she put her leg down and stepped back. 

"You are tempting, Kathi," she said, "but we must keep to our schedule. We will fuck soon, I hope, but not today. Now, we must go to hair and make-up.

And like that it was over. All I'd done is work myself up and get frustrated. But I put on my robe and followed Kathi to the make-up station. 

As we walked over, I noticed that the reception area was filling up with Japanese men. Some young, some middle-aged, some skinny, some chubby. On the whole, very average looking.

"Those are the bukkake men," Marin said, "the men who will cum on you."

We sat down in the chairs and let the make-up girls go to work on us. 

"How many of them are there?"

"Thirty."

"Thirty?" I yelped.

"Yes, thirty," she said, nonplussed.

"You've done bukkake, right?" I asked.

"Yes, several times."

"What's the biggest number of loads you've taken?" I asked.

"In a scene or in a day?"

Huh. This was going to be interesting.

"Both."

"In a scene, 75. In a day, 200."

Whoa. This nice, polite, sweet little Japanese girl with the adorable smile was filthy. Two hundred loads in a day? That was like a whole meal of cum!

"Does your family know about that movie?"

"Oh, yes. It was very popular in Japan," Marin said.

"Have they seen it?"

"I know by brothers have, because they told me they liked it. I think my father's seen it, too."

"Do you think they masturbated to, you know, guys cumming on your face?"

"They have not told me so in so many words," she said, "but I would expect that if they were watching a pornographic movie, they would be masturbating."

"So the men in your family have jerked off to you," I said.

"Yes, Kathi. I'm nearly certain of it."

"How does that make you feel?"

She paused.

"Good, I guess. I gave them pleasure," said Marin.

This girl was on a whole new level of kink. 

She took my hand.

"Imagine you had a magic pill that would create the same sensation as an orgasm. And you could give it out to tens of thousands of people, and make them happy. Would you do that?"

"Sure," I said. "Orgasms are great."

"Would you deny your father that magic pill?"

Hmmm.

"I don't know," I said. "I guess I'd give it to him."

"Well, that's what we do here," said Marin. "We make magic that gives lots of people orgasms and makes them happy."

She laughed. 

"Americans think of porn as the business of filth. We think of it as the business of happiness."

She almost had me convinced. And then I thought about the thirty loads of cum I was going to eat.

Another group of Japanese men arrived, five of them. They said hello to the receptionist and then headed off to the lockers. 

"And those are your co-stars," said Marin. "Those are the guys who will fuck you."

I turned around in my chair to get a better look. They were my age, maybe younger. And very good looking, with athletic bodies. Their cocks didn't look huge — don't ask me, I have no idea if the stereotype was true — but even Peter was a grower, not a shower. And he would get to a very nice seven inches.

"They're real Japanese, and most of them have worked in the industry for years," said Marin. "They are professionals, very good at what they do. The bukkake men are locals, either first or second generation Japanese-Americans. They are amateurs, but all they really need to do is masturbate."

The make-up girl then attended to my hair. She pulled it back and put it into two pig tails. I looked in the mirror — I looked like a school girl.

Marin looked at me.

"Perfect," she said. "You look perfect. Are you ready?"

I took a deep breath.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said. 

We walked over to the first set, which was done up like the interior of an old Japanese country house. As we did, I noticed that the employees stopped working and were walking, with the bukkake men, behind us.

"We shut down the office during shooting," explained Marin. "We can't have noise on the set, plus the staff likes to watch us work. Is that a problem for you?"

When I agreed to do this shoot, I thought it would be like a closed set. A couple of cameramen, the light and sounds guys, but that's about it. I thought my humiliation was be in private. But no — my humiliation would be public. 


The thought turned my stomach. I actually felt ashamed about what I was going to do. But I felt a familiar heat in my loins. The thought of begin humiliated in public was turning me on. 

"No, Marin, it's not a problem," I said. "In fact, I'm happy that they're going to watch what's going to happen to me."

She gave me a hug and a kiss. I tried to slip my tongue into her mouth, but she was too quick.

"Good," said Marin. "You're going to be great."

The first scene called for me to be suspended. I removed my robe and sat in a chair, arms behind my back, as the rope master tied me up. There four bands of rope above my breasts, and three below. There was another band of rope on my thighs, and another at my ankles. A bamboo spreader bar insured that my legs would remain open. 

Marin talked to me as the rope master did his work. She explained that the movie would have virtually no dialogue, as many Japanese did not speak English (understandably). There would be some at the beginning and the end of the scenes, but that would be it. The dialogue would be sub-titled into Japanese.

Then the rope master ran more rope up to large bamboo rod above me. He gently raised me off the ground. My head was still at head level, but now my feet and hips were several feet off the ground. The rope dug into my skin. 

"Ready?" asked Marin.

I took a deep breath and nodded 'yes.'

"Camera, roll," said Marin.

She took off her robe and walked onto the set. She came over to me and gently stroked my cheek. I kissed her hand.

"What is your name?" she asked.

"My name is Kathi Choi," I responded.

"And what is the name of this movie?" 

"The name of this movie is American Whore," I said.

"And who are you?"

I looked into the camera.

"I'm the American whore."

"What will happen to you today?" Marin asked.

"I will be spat on. I will choke on cock and throw up. I will be pissed on, and I will drink piss. I will be fucked. Men will cum on my face, and I will swallow their cum."

Marin grabbed my chin with her hand. I felt my body begin to swing in the suspension. 

"You are a pretty girl, a nice girl. Why would you do these things?" she asked.

I looked up into her eyes.

"I am a whore," I said. "An American whore."

Then she slapped my face. I started to swing, but she slapped me with her other hand. I tried to move my head out of the way, but all I managed to do was squirm. She kept hitting me, and it fucking hurt. Then it stopped. My eyes were watering, and my cheeks burned. I felt a couple of tears roll down my face. 

Marin bent down and licked my tears. Now she looked into the camera.

"This will not be the last time you see this American whore cry today," she said.

And one last slap.

"Ready yourself, whore!" Marin yelled.

I raised my head, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Marin put a large glass bowl on the floor beneath my head. One of the Japanese porn actors, clad only in black briefs, stood behind me with a Hitachi.

The other porn actors walked on stage and positioned themselves on either side of me. I saw the camera move in. And then the spit hit my face. 

At first, they just sprayed my face. But then they honed in, lobbing their spit right into my mouth. Sometimes they'd miss and hit my cheeks or my nose, but most of the spit went into my open mouth.

I had been told not to swallow, so I waited until my mouth was half-full, and then I pushed the spit out out with my tongue. It slid down my chin and fall into the bowl below.

At least I had the Hitachi. The Japanese porn actor had placed it on my clit, and I felt its lovely vibrations working through my groin. I was getting spat on, but I was getting turned on, too.

The first set of bukkake men were next, another group of four. They commenced spitting. Some hit my face, some aimed for my mouth and some spat in my hair. I just concentrated on the Hitachi, trying to grind my clit into it. 

When they ran dry, the next group of four took their place, and the next. Seven times I went through the process. My face was glazed with spit, and stringers were hanging off my chin and tongue. I felt like I was constantly pushing spit out of my mouth, only to have it fill up again.

I was starting to cum now, so I concentrated on that. I contorted my hips, and my head dropped. Instantly, another one of the porn actors grabbed my pig tails and yanked my head up. One big load of spit flew in my mouth and triggered my gag reflex. 

I gagged and came at the same time. Intense.

Now the last two bukkake men came up, with two of the staff. They spat on me, too, as the Hitachi ground away on my clit.

The rest of the staff followed — the rope master, the make-up girls, even the receptionist! Everyone in the entire office spat on me and watched me cum while they were doing it. 

At last, it was over. Marin took the stage again and walked over to me. I pushed another load out of my mouth and into the bowl. I stuck out my tongue and waited for her spit. The Hitachi switched to high, and I started to buck my hips. I felt the porn actor pull on my pig tails, raising it as high as it would go.

I looked up at the beautiful Marin, and moaned. She opened her lips slightly, and slowly pushed out a huge load of spit. I felt it hit my tongue and slide off. The Hitachi pushed me over the edge. 

"Fuck, fuck," I yelled. "I'm fucking cumming."

I thrashed against my restraints, and kept cumming. I let out a low, guttural moan.

And then it stopped —the Hitachi turned off.

I thrashed a few more times, and the orgasm began to recede. I could begin to think again. But I was breathing heavily, like I'd just gone running.

Marin picked up the bowl and raised to my head. It was about a quarter full, maybe twelve ounces of saliva sloshing around.

I scanned the room. Everyone had crowded the stage. This was what they wanted to see.

I closed my eyes.

"Open your eyes, Kathi," Marin said, "and look into the camera."

I did as I was told, and then opened my mouth. Marin brought the bowl to my lips, and I slowly drank the saliva. I maintained eye contact with the camera through each swallow. 

The bowl was now empty. I'd swallowed the spit of every person in that room, all complete strangers. Men and woman — it made no difference. Even the darling little receptionist had spat on me. And I'd swallowed her spit, too.

"Who are you?" asked Marin.



"My name is Kathi Choi," I said, "and I'm a spit whore."

Then Marin slapped me so hard I began to spin in my suspension.

She walked away as the camera continued to roll. Ten seconds later, she yelled "Cut!"

And the scene was over. The staff returned to work, and the bukkake men went back to the reception area. The rope master lowered me to the ground and untied me. I sat down on the ground. My cheek hurt and my face was still slimed with saliva.

Marin handed me a towel.

"How was it?" she asked.

"Rough," I said. "It was a lot more spit than I'd anticipated. But it was OK. I came."

"You came a couple of times," she said. "And that's good. It's show you know how to process humiliation. Make it work for you."

"Well, that and the Hitachi," I said.

"No, you were very good," she said. "Your facial expressions were terrific. For porn like this, the audience wants to see misery in the girl's eyes. And you showed that. Yes, they want to see the girl cum, but they want to see her pay a price. And you showed that. You were great."

"Well, thank you, I think," I said.

Marin offered me a hand up and walked me over to the showers. I cleaned myself up and tried not to think too much about what I'd just done (or what I was about to do.)


American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 01



Thanks to Leager for editing this one.

Late in 2012 I was contacted by a new fan who had an idea for a story, but felt she lacked the talent to bring it to life. I am honoured she chose to contact me to attempt this. It could be considered a parody of a sort, of American Horror Story: Asylum, and that is where inspiration for this story was drawn, but the resulting flower from that seed is far different than what graces your TV sets. We do not include the same characters, it is not set in 1964 and our goal is not to terrify or horrify, although we don't mind disturbing you a little bit. Our cast will be sexy, horny, busty and will go far beyond a lot of the boundaries in which I usually write. As an extra little bit of titillating information for you, I will tell you that she cast herself for this story as well as some other acquaintances of hers. She appears as Deb in the series. If you'd like to provide feedback to her for her idea, you should comment at the end, or address any private feedback to her when you send it to me.

Another important point to be made is that classifying this story was difficult. There are elements of BDSM in some parts in minor ways, there will be Anal at times, perhaps some Erotic Horror, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism, Fetish, Group Sex, I like to think I write Humorously whenever possible and in a way this could be considered a vague Satire, there's likely to be some Lesbian Sex, perhaps some Cheating Wives, some Non-consensual sex, some Toys and Masturbation and finally, with the cast of weird and wonderful characters, we cannot promise a complete absence of Transgender or Cross-dressing individuals. We're going to list the tags at the start of each chapter to make them immediately accessible upon opening a chapter, so that you're pre warned. In light of all that, we've chosen Fetish, as it's probably the broadest and could be used to describe almost any story anyway, everything is a fetish to some degree.

But don't be afraid, you can trust us, even the scariest of the above categories won't be so bad, you'll be surprised how many inmates of Meretrix Hills actually enjoy a touch of non-consensual and anal sex and our erotic horror weighs heavily on the erotic side of the scale. Or are we just trying to lure you in? You'll never know unless you read it, MWAH HAH HAH HAA!

Ahem, so come with us now, as we take you to a long, winding, remote driveway. A patient transport drives along the road at a reasonable pace, its destination being the only possible destination on that road, Meretrix Hills Asylum, an institution that is very outdated in its practices regarding the treatment of mental patients.  *

Connor struggled against his bonds. He'd been struggling now and again for six months now and so far it had netted him zero results, which was obviously the goal of a straight-jacket.

The complete list of people who had orchestrated his current predicament was beyond his knowledge, but clearly the person at the top of the list was Kathryn, that little bitch he'd married. The second person on the hit list was most definitely that snake, fucking Bob Thompson, formerly his personal lawyer, trusted with all his business and private affairs. It was Bob who drafted the pre-nuptial agreement, and Kathryn who decided her best option was to conspire to have Connor declared mentally unfit and then committed.

He had no doubt that there were a lot more people on the list, most of them unknown to him. There had to be, for him to have gone from a high-flying, majority shareholder and CEO of a top 100 company to being transported in a straight-jacket to an asylum with no hope of release.

* * *

Sarah stared down at the weasel behind his desk; he really was a pathetic excuse for a man.

"I want to, you know I want to Ms Sarah, but that would put everyone at risk, the whole asylum. I'm sorry but I just can't do it," he told her.

Her eyes flashed in anger and she scolded him, "Glass you little shit, you think I was asking!?!"

He flinched at her suddenly venomous tone and raised voice.

"I don't ask you for anything, I don't need to because I tell you how it's going to be."

She backed off a bit and her expression changed to a thoughtful one, though her eyes still promised pain. He knew from experience that this was even more dangerous than simple anger where Ms Sarah, the 31-year-old Matron of Meretrix Hills Asylum, was concerned. Officially she was in charge of the nurses and the logistics of the nursing requirements. Unofficially, there was much, much more she was in charge of.

"How long's it been now, a week?" she asked, honey in her voice, while her eyes betrayed her.

Mr Glass, Administrator of the Meretrix Hills Asylum was suddenly even more nervous.

"Two..." he replied with a tremor in his voice.

"Hmm, I was considering taking on the duty personally this time; it has been quite a long time hasn't it? Instead, I think a little longer would teach you how things are around here, don't you agree?"

"No!" he cried, losing control of the situation, not realising the power he had almost gained. "Please! Sarah, don't make me wait, I'll do it! I'll do it now!"

He snatched the pen from his desk and scribbled his signature at the bottom of the page, repeating the process throughout the thick document Sarah had delivered to his office the previous day.

Sarah smiled. She was unlikely to ever want for money again, not that she'd had too much trouble with it previously. Connor, meanwhile, had no idea that the final nail had been driven into the lid of his coffin. The form Glass had just signed accepted transfer of a highly dangerous and unstable mental patient from a fictitious doctor. It was the latest in a long line of highly fraudulent documents that had sealed the fate of Connor. If anyone ever took the time to look at his situation closely, examine the evidence in detail, it wouldn't be too difficult to figure out something was wrong. Unfortunately for Connor, many people were working to make sure no one would do any such thing, people like Bob Thompson.

Glass finished his signatures and looked over to catch the trace of a smile, just as it morphed into the look of disapproval and disgust he was so used to seeing on her face when she was addressing him.

"So you think you've earned a round with me Glass? No chance. You have to try much harder than that. But I suppose you have earned a reward."

Sarah turned and unlocked his office door before opening it and speaking to the person in the hall.

"Thank you Angela, I'll take it from here. Please come in Deb."

Glass looked over the newcomer, dressed in the signature suit of Meretrix Hills, though looking far better on her than it usually did on other wearers. He could tell from the way her breasts jiggled that they were unfettered by a brassiere. They were like overalls, in pale pink for the ladies, and Deb's were unbuttoned far below her bust, almost to her navel. The tips of her blonde locks brushed her shoulders and she looked into his eyes as they both waited for Sarah's instructions.

There was a time when Glass had tried to circumvent Sarah. He'd been amazed at the talent present at Meretrix Hills when he had taken over, the establishment having had employment issues due to the many claims of him being a pervert. Ms Sarah had quickly laid out how things were here and, at first, he'd enjoyed a cornucopia of sex. Unfortunately he'd been too eager, and Sarah started rationing his trysts with the staff and patients she controlled. When he'd tried to manipulate a little action on the side, she'd stopped it before it could even start, and his supply had dwindled almost to nothing. Now he was obedient at all times and grateful every time Sarah rationed something out to him.

"You have been good, Glass, despite your reluctance, so I'm willing to let you play with Deb as a special reward. But this is a onetime thing, if you don't learn to toe the line, you won't be playing with Deb or me ever again and I might even cut you down to once a month."

Sarah knew exactly what she was doing. Glass was easy to control, and finding out how perverted and desperate he was had allowed her to cut down his supply significantly, which made her life much easier and made him even more pliable. The transfer was a big risk though, she knew that, and there had been the possibility of him going to the wire against her on it, so she had been prepared to pull out all the stops. Capitulating relatively early did earn him a reward though, and she knew he'd improve even further after this little episode, so she made it a good one. Deb was special -- she was among Sarah's more easily controlled girls, but she was one of a select few who seemed to enjoy what Sarah subjected them to. She'd kept her from Glass so far, because he really was beneath her talents and she was always better used elsewhere. But Glass had surprised her, and Deb was free, so it was a bit of luck for Glass.

"Now, be nice to Deb -- or don't, she won't mind. Do not make the same mistake again, Glass."

Sarah turned and left, locking the door behind her.

Deb looked over at Glass, full of anticipation. She was hoping for a nice, long, hard, thick and juicy one, though judging by his bald pate and slight paunch she doubted he would be packing serious cock-meat. The Administrator must have been at least 50. She licked her lips, and hoped that on this occasion, appearances were deceiving.

He'd seen Deb around and heard rumours about her, he was the Administrator after all, but so far Sarah had not sent her for him to sample. She was 31 and looked delectable. Two weeks without any action had him keen for a piece. He stood up from behind his desk.

"Come here. Now," he ordered her.

She hurried forwards and he watched, mesmerised, as her large breasts shuddered, jiggled and shook in her jumpsuit.

She walked around to stand in front of him. She watched as he hurriedly unbuckled his pants and pulled them down with his underpants, revealing a pretty modest 4", hard, weeping dick. She wasn't disappointed -- it wasn't all she hoped for, but it was hard, ready, and here in front of her.

He grabbed the sides of her jumpsuit and pulled it open, revealing her tits to him in all their glory, jiggling naked before his eyes.

"Oh fuck yes, you are a busty one."

The half-naked woman smiled at him and asked, "How do you want me?" before moving her arms behind her and thrusting her chest forwards, accentuating her big boobs.

"On your knees," the older man told her as he turned and sat back in his chair.

Glass pulled his shirt up out of the way, and watched as Deb sank to her knees between his thighs, and her beautiful, smooth breasts enveloped his prick. It was soon completely hidden between her round breast flesh. He dreamed of having a titty fuck blowjob, but unfortunately he'd not been graced with a cock long enough to perform such an outrageous feat. A tit-fuck, such as they were for him, always felt great though.

"Hold onto them," he told her, breathily.

Glass knew that he wasn't going to last long the first time because he'd been waiting too long. He was hoping that he'd be able to get it up several times before Deb had to leave though.

His prick was completely smothered in creamy breast flesh, obscuring it from sight. Having her soft, pliant, naked jugs resting in his lap more than made up for that small disappointment though.

She brought her hands together atop her melons, forming soft fists and pushing her milk sacks together with her forearms. Deb could feel his hard little dick nestled between her soft breasts, waiting to be caressed by them.

"Oh fuck, you busty slut, bounce those titties on my cock," he told her.

She moaned in response, and started to lift her torso up and down, hugging his meagre length. The lack of lubrication ruined the effect, but Deb knew how to remedy the situation. Gathering saliva in her mouth, she drooled a long, viscous line into her cleavage, which slid down and moistened Glass's cock.

"Oh shit yes," he cried.

With the proper lubrication, Deb started sliding her big boobs up and down Glass's rod, squeezing her tits together and hugging his prick to their mutual delight.

Glass took hold of her shoulders, and thrust against her in opposing rhythm, trying to increase the slippery friction from her wonderfully tight, soft cleavage.

"You like that?" Deb asked.

"It feels amazing you crazy, big-titted whore," he growled in reply.

"Hey!" she said, indignantly.

"Shut up!"

Glass scooted his butt closer towards the edge of his seat, giving them both more room to work. He reached down and caressed the upper slopes of her jiggling breasts, loving the feel of her soft flesh against his fingertips. Her udders were still squeezed together between her forearms. He took the opportunity to feel up her bosoms and could feel her hard nipples against his palms as he tweaked and rolled them around in his hands.

The stimulation was getting to be too much. Glass stood up from his chair but kept his legs crouched, making sure his dick didn't slip out of the promised land it was exploring.

"Oh!" she gasped, as his movement forced her to sit back on her heels.

With the extra leverage, he was really hammering into the tit-fuck. He put his hands against her back and smooshed her face against his hairy belly.

"Ngh!" Deb grunted, feeling her pussy juice up, pleased at the rough treatment he was giving her but wishing she had a hand free to play with her pussy and clit to get herself off.

He spent the next several minutes enjoying her breasts to the fullest, and calling her a litany of names: nut-job, whore, slut, crackpot, loony toon, cow, anything he could think of to degrade her. Deb was getting off on it in a big way though, almost but not quite having an orgasm herself. One little tickle of her pussy was all it would take.

Finally, surprised by how long he had lasted, Glass knew it was time to cum. He stepped back out of her cleavage and started stroking his prick, bringing on his much awaited orgasm. Squirt after squirt of thick man juice fired from the tip of his prick, arcing the short distance between his dick and her face and splashing against her face in short bursts.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming you whore," he cried.

"Yes, paint me," she urged.

Deb took the opportunity to slip both hands inside her jumpsuit, beneath her panties, and insert a couple of digits into her slick pussy. Meanwhile, the other squeezed and tickled her clitoris, and quickly brought on a shuddering orgasm.

Her face was painted with stripe after stripe of Glass's cream, some of which slid down her face to drip onto the upper slopes of her cans, which jiggled to the frantic movement of her hands inside her soaking panties.

Finally, both sated, at least temporarily, Glass slumped into his chair and they both panted to catch their breath.

"Clean me off," he told her, "and then when I get hard, I'm going to bend you over my desk and ream you from behind."

Deb doubted his ability to do that with the equipment he was packing, but decided that, either way, it would be fun to let him try.

* * *

Meretrix Hills Asylum, thought Connor as he saw the sign posted at the driveway. So this is where she was sending him to live out his days -- or, at least, long enough to make sure she could get around any last will and testaments he had in place.

The transport pulled up and the two guards came back into the restraining area to get him. They opened the door and took him into the fresh air, something he hadn't experienced for quite a while, and, though he didn't know it at the time, his last taste of it for even longer.

When he got a look at the building, with its Victorian and Gothic architecture -- barred and meshed windows everywhere, generous use of cast iron, a high steeple and tall, sharply angled roofing -- he struggled against the grip of the guards. Unfortunately he'd tried so many times now that they were constantly on alert. He was dragged up the steps towards the imposing, heavy doors, his legs kicking wildly.

"For fuck's sake would you give that a rest?" one of them said in reference to his struggles.

"At least we'll be rid of him now," the other replied.

"Connor Hartbury?" a nurse holding a clipboard asked his guards.

"That's right. I've got the paperwork, but you better watch him, he's a slippery one and very determined." Connor's first guard answered.

The two orderlies waiting behind the nurse stepped forward and took firm hold of Connor, who was taking a break from actively struggling and instead looking for another way free. He knew that if he could get away he could find someone loyal to him and get this all reversed. The trick was getting free of the system -- the same system he had previously always had complete faith in.

He looked around the outdated entryway while the nurse and guard sorted out his transfer to their custody. He'd counted at least four levels on his way in, and the staircase was right here in the entrance, which could prove useful. A place this old was also likely to have nooks and crannies, in addition to forgotten passages, 'secret' doors, and hallways. He'd always enjoyed that kind of thing as a kid, and he'd have to hope that his childhood interest would help him escape.

The guards left and the nurse turned to face him.

"I'm Angela, one of the nurses here," she said. "These orderlies are Brice and Frank and they'll take you down to decontamination, where you'll be met by the Head Nurse: Ms Sarah."

She looked sidelong at the two orderlies in a strange way.

"I suggest you do what Ms Sarah tells you, when she tells you," she told him in a low voice and a sad look on her face, before brightening and adding, "I hope we can help you find your way again Connor."

She nodded at the two orderlies who then dragged him away.

Connor had been too distracted to pick up on the subtleties at play: the way Angela seemed to fear the orderlies when she gave him advice and spoke of Sarah, or even the bleedingly obvious beauty of the stunning Nurse Angela.

* * *

Deb's jumpsuit lay discarded on the floor. She gripped the opposite side of the desk as she mashed her boobs with their hard little nipples against the desktop, revelling in the way the cold wooden surface flattened and squeezed them.

Glass was behind her, stark naked, pushing his hard little prick back and forth inside her as hard as he could.

It was nice, and Deb had orgasmed a couple of times, but it was nowhere near as good a fuck as almost any of the other residents of their brutal little asylum.

She suspected he was a little more capable than even he was aware of though.

"Uhhh, yeah," she moaned. "Give it to me. Harder."

Glass was already giving it everything he had, and so for the most part simply took what she said as dirty talk, concentrating instead on the sublime feeling of his prick sliding back and forth in her tight cunt.

"Come on! Harder!" she urged.

He wasn't sure where it came from, but suddenly he had a little more strength and was pushing inside her slick pussy even harder.

"Yes! More! Fuck me harder!" she cried, knowing full well she was pushing him closer to snapping or cumming again, whichever came first.

Glass was starting to get frustrated. He'd never fucked so hard in his life, he thought as he held on to Deb's hips and shafted her with all of his strength. His breathing was laboured and sweat was pouring off of him.

Deb let go of the desk and squeezed her hands beneath her big, jostling jugs, running her palms over the smooth, jiggling slopes and covering up her erect nipples before squeezing them with her fingertips. She felt another orgasm approaching and bit her bottom lip to stifle the moans, not wanting Glass to know he was bringing her to another peak.




American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 01



The fucking whore was pissing him off. She'd had at least one orgasm before, and now she was implying he couldn't fuck worth a damn? She was taking everything he had and implied it was nothing, that he couldn't fuck her hard enough. Well fuck that, he was the one in charge here.

He slapped her arse hard with his right hand, and then watched as the skin turned pink.

"OH! YES!" Deb cried, still in the throes of her orgasm, the slap giving her another jolt of pleasure. But she knew she had to respond just right. "Is that all? Pathetic," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. It was ridiculous to insult him immediately after he made her cum, but she was trying to provoke him.

"You fucking bitch whore! I'll show you."

He slapped her arse again, twice as hard, immediately causing a red welt in the shape of his hand to appear.

"Nghhh," she grunted, no longer able to stay silent.

Glass felt her juices squirt, soaking his prick. The fucking bitch was cumming, despite her claim that he was a dud fuck. He'd show the stupid slut not to treat him like that.

Her lubrication and the sweat they'd shed was about to come in handy. He pulled out and marvelled for a moment at how slick his dick was as it waved in the air, keen to be buried back inside the slut bent over his desk. It wasn't going to take the same path though.

"Alright you dirty slut, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget," he told her, before she heard him mutter something about, "...always wanted to try this..."

He reached down and roughly shoved two fingers up her pussy.

"Shit!" she cried at the sudden intrusion.

Glass stirred her pot for a moment, gathering her juices as much as he could, before sliding his fingers free. With his hands he pried her butt cheeks apart, exposing her cute, tight little pink rosebud. He wasted no time basting the little entrance in her own juices, poking the tips of his fingers inside.

"Enough foreplay bitch, time for you to learn your lesson," he told her forcefully.

Glass pressed the spongy head of his prick up against Deb's tight little sphincter, feeling her puckered flesh squeeze against the engorged spearhead.

"You want my arse you pin-dick? You're not man enough," she gasped.

Glass was shocked at the abuse this crazy, slutty whore of a patient was dishing out to him. And Ms Sarah considered her a special treat? All hesitation he had for tearing that arse up was now gone.

Glass shoved his cock inside Deb with a single hard thrust. The lubing he had done made things relatively comfortable for both of them.

"Oh fuck," she moaned.

"Yes," he cried. "Take it you slut."

Glass proceeded to slide his cock backwards before shoving forward hard again causing them both to gasp. He gripped her cheeks in his hands, rolling them around and giving them a squeeze.

He started a steady rhythm, to and fro, sinking in as deep as he could go before withdrawing for the next thrust.

Deb was moaning in time to his moves, "Uhh, uhh, uhh."

Glass, though, was still thinking about the abuse the bitch was heaping on him, and it was making him a little angry.

He gripped her hips and gave her three hard, fast thrusts with all of his strength, and then afterwards delivered three hard slaps with his right hand to her right cheek, renewing the welt.

"Oh fuck yes! That's it, just like that! Again!" she screamed.

He repeated the process, slapping her left cheek hard.

Deb moaned enthusiastically and Glass realised this wasn't having the desired effect. She was enjoying it rather than suffering.

He reached forwards, going for her jiggling boobs. He roughly forced his hands beneath her tits and grabbed her teats. Her nipples were tight and hard. He gripped them in his fingertips and twisted them forcefully.

"AH! FUCK! YES! GOD YES!" she screamed.

He felt her squirt over his swinging balls as her arse squeezed his dick in pulses. It was very difficult not to cum.

* * *

Connor held the poles as instructed. He was strapped there anyway. He'd seen this done on TV and in movies but he never thought he'd have to experience it himself. He stood spread-eagled, naked, strapped to a frame, waiting on someone to douse him with a hose and that powder they used. For some reason he'd been strapped in and then the orderlies had left.

He heard the door open and the click of heels as someone entered. His frame faced the wall, so he twisted and craned his neck, trying to get a look at the newcomer, but was unsuccessful.

He needn't have worried though, as she soon introduced herself and walked around to where he could appraise her.

"My name is Ms Sarah," she told him in quite a stern voice that radiated power.

Her heels clicked loudly as she approached the frame he was bound to.

His breath froze in his chest as he caught sight of her. He'd always had a thing for nurses, and it was like this one had walked directly out of his wet dreams.

Ms Sarah's hair was midnight black, and perfectly straight. It was in startling contrast to the stark white uniform with scarlet red piping that she wore. Her lips were thick, full and painted a lustrous red, and while she sneered at him, he imagined much nicer things for those lips to be doing.

He noticed her uniform was unzipped at the top, almost to her navel, but certainly past her bust. And what a bust it was. He could just make out a black lacy bra through the opening, which was certainly a bold choice under a white uniform, but her uniform was completely opaque.

Her uniform was short; the hem was way above her knees and showed off a pair of perfectly sculpted legs encased by dark stockings, the lacy tops of which were just barely visible.

Connor couldn't appraise her arse as she was facing him. Her hips were just a bit wider than her waist, and with her hefty jugs she had a real nice hourglass figure.

Here he was, thrown in an asylum when he wasn't crazy, strapped to a frame, naked, and now he was getting hard from looking at one of his captors. There was something seriously wrong with this picture.

Ms Sarah looked at her new charge, one who'd brought her a lot of financial stability. Not a bad piece actually. He was pretty fit, strong legs, six-pack, and a handsome face.

But best of all was the present between his legs. As she'd walked in it was soft, and must have been about 8" long. But as she'd introduced herself and he'd stared at her, checking her out, she'd noticed it reacting. It thickened considerably, and grew upwards and outward towards her, straining to reach her. He was as thick around as the largest cucumber she'd ever seen, and had to be pushing towards 9" long, though he still wasn't fully hard.

The world's loss was now her gain. But the big loser here was going to be Connor, as she was going to control every aspect of his life. Time to get started.

"You disgusting worm! An erection! I run this asylum and you will do exactly as I say. You better think of math or something, because if you get an erection in my presence without my say so, you'll regret it."

Holy shit, she was a hard arse as well. Connor had never really been turned on by strong women so, fortunately, his erection did pause. He looked away from her as well, knowing the very sight of her was enough to excite him.

"I'm sorry nurse," he told her, knowing that discretion was the better part of valour.

"You will address me as Ms Sarah at all times," she told him.

She noticed with displeasure that his erection had indeed stopped, though it still hung there at half mast. She enjoyed her power, the control she had over everyone under this roof. It wasn't easy, but the challenge thrilled her. However, she'd have preferred this newcomer not have the personal control it took to stop his erection like that. She'd have preferred he be so uncontrollably horny that he wouldn't have been able to stop it. Such a shame he had such control. She mentally shrugged. She would still have the pleasure of what was about to unfold.

"Sorry, Ms Sarah."

Connor heard her go over to another part of the room and begin rustling with equipment of some kind.

He couldn't see what she was doing, but the sound of a water hose pressurising was pretty clear. He'd known it was coming. Still, nothing could have prepared him for the stinging pain that shot through him instantly once she turned that high pressure hose against him.

"AAAAARGH! FUCK! MOTHERFUCKER!" Connor screamed. 

Ms Sarah directed the pressurised spray all over him, hitting him in the legs, back, shoulders, everywhere with the stinging water.

Connor continued to cry out as she came around the front. He twisted side to side, trying to protect his vulnerable cock and balls from the inevitable pain. His erection was now well and truly gone.

Finally Ms Sarah shut off the hose, noting with satisfaction his now soft dick. It was still impressive. She had a momentary urge to get him hard and ride him, but it was too soon for him. She'd have to find another way to satisfy her now slick pussy.

The next procedure was an outdated practice: applying de-lousing powder. It hadn't been needed for decades, but she enjoyed humiliating new inmates by throwing the powder over them.

He looked up at her with fearful eyes as she approached, worried about what was to come next. She unscrewed the top of the container with evil glee, enhancing his fear.

"Please, Ms Sarah, I'm clean, I promise."

Dramatically she shook the container at him, causing the powder to coat his body.

He flinched in fear until he realised it wasn't actually causing him any pain.

Inside she was chuckling, but she maintained her demeanour to keep him on his toes, as should always be the case.

"Follow my rules, Hartbury, and you'll find Meretrix Hills is not such a bad place. Angela will be by shortly to take you to your cell. Stay out of trouble."

With that, her heels carried her across the room and out the door, beyond the perceptions of Connor Hartbury.

Ms Sarah travelled out of the reception area, across several wings and through many locked doorways, opening each with her master keys. Eventually she reached her destination and closed the door behind herself, locking the three locks in addition to the chain and bolt.

She could be certain of her privacy in her own room. There was another entrance, but it was equally secure and also unknown to anyone but her.

"Big cocked motherfucker and his god damn hard on," she muttered to herself.

She went over to a large drawer in her nightstand, filled with enough dildos, vibrators and various other sex toys to make even the most whorish nymphomaniac blush. Many of them had been confiscated from inmates as contraband. Sex toys and 'non-approved' apparel were the most commonly discovered material, but Ms Sarah was usually the one in charge of raids, and if an inmate was behaving, she was willing to look the other way on occasion.

Within the collection, most of the more inventive, risqué items had been acquired specifically by Ms Sarah herself. She thoroughly enjoyed sex, but often she was simply happy to enjoy a good toe-curling orgasm by herself with a nice, long dildo, alligator nipple clamps, and a device built to gently electrocute her clit.

She searched through the drawer for a dildo she'd confiscated off one of the worst of the whorish nymphomaniacs under her charge. At the time she'd decided it was useless, too large. Not worth getting comfortable with that sort of size when there weren't any male specimens packing anywhere near that sort of size or girth. Finding it, she let a luscious, mischievous smile spread across her face.

Sure, it was too early for Connor Hartbury's initiation, but she certainly wouldn't delay it any longer than necessary. She caressed the dildo lovingly while her smile changed from something lusty into something much more sinister.

* * *

Glass was exhausted and covered in a sheen of sweat. He couldn't remember ever having cum this many times in a session. Right now the slutty Deb was on her knees, sucking on his cock and trying to get him hard again. She too was coated in a sheen of sweat, though hers included the slimy remnants of his first and third orgasms.

He couldn't decide if Ms Sarah was rewarding or punishing him by introducing him to Deb the nymphomaniac. On one hand, he was totally sexually satisfied. On the other, it didn't appear like he would ever be enough for Deb. Unfortunately he no longer had the energy to try to punish her for that.

His prick slowly stirred back to its half hard state, which was the best he could manage now. He'd heard the term 'pushing rope' before, but he'd never experienced it until Deb worked feverishly, time after time to bring life back to his erection. As he waited, and watched her work, he thought back at what they'd done so far.

After he'd pushed inside her tight arse and gotten himself pretty worked up, the slut had started cumming, squirting juice over his balls and thighs. It had also caused her to clench her sphincter, milking his dick on every thrust, encouraging him to fire a load up her rear entrance. Eventually he'd complied, spurting his cream inside and coating the walls of her rectum with the gooey substance.

He'd been tired even before that, but after two orgasms he was ready for a nap. And Deb was nothing but a quivering hunk of horny flesh after all the orgasms he'd given her. At least she was supposed to be. The woman was insatiable.

Once his orgasm was complete, his seed safely deposited inside her arse, Deb had spent the next minute or so revelling in the squishy feeling inside her. With his prick softening as well as the viscous juice, it felt great, and she wiggled her arse around, enjoying it, bumping her butt back into Glass and swivelling her hips. Eventually though, it was time to start again.

Deb had pushed Glass back out of her, and he stumbled a couple of steps before tottering over to his couch and collapsing there. He thought they were both done, but no sooner had he sat down than she was on top of him, straddling him on the couch. He wasn't even able to mutter a syllable before being smothered in her big, creamy bosoms. It would have been bliss, aside from the fact that they were smeared with his very own cum. She shook her boobs all over his face, and he had to admit it felt incredible, but the slimy remains of his baby-batter being spread all over his face was impossible to ignore.

Deb had sat on his lap, glorying in the debauchery of shoving the turd's face into her cleavage and rubbing her goo-soaked fun-bags all over his face. She could tell he wasn't comfortable with it at all. She'd slid sideways to kneel beside him on the couch. She kept her big hooters close to his face, continuing to rub them against his face. Her new position allowed her to start playing with his little prick. It took quite a while to get him aroused again. She had kept her boobs in his face the entire time, and though reluctant at first, he had started tentatively licking and nibbling on her tight, hard nipples. She figured he either hoped they'd been rubbed clean or he was getting over the taste. Either way, she could feel his prick start to thicken, just a bit, as she played with it in her fingertips.

She'd shifted on the couch and crouched down over his lap, applying her amazing blowjob skills to his prick.

Glass was relieved to have her tits away from him. At least, he told himself he was, because he didn't want to admit to that it had started to become a turn-on to have her jizz-soaked bosom rubbed all over his face. He'd actually found the taste to be nowhere near as horrible as he'd expected. Now he was being treated to the clearly considerable oral talents she possessed. She lewdly slurped all over his prick before sinking down and taking it into his mouth. Her tongue continued to work at his shaft. He was a little annoyed though, because his prick was clearly exhausted, fucked out, and Deb giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had was being wasted. She seemed determined though.

Deb could tell he wasn't going to get much harder. He was hard enough to fuck now, but it would be a challenge to get off with such a barely half-hard dick of that size. But she was always up for a challenge where sexual satisfaction was concerned.

She sucked on it for another minute or so, ensuring it was as hard as it was going to get, and also to tease Glass with her skills. Once she was sure, she stopped sucking and straddled Glass again. This time, she held his prick and lined it up with her sopping pussy, before slowly sinking down and fighting to keep it lined up straight. Finally she sat fully seated on him, while his dick was fully seated in her.

She knew she couldn't have the hardcore, all-out, pussy pounding fuck she craved, as his dick was far too soft for that. Instead, she ground her snatch around the base of his cock, using the friction to stimulate her clit and rub against the soft, dark pink, engorged, weeping lips of her slit.

Deb had entered Glass's office on the orders of Ms Sarah. She was probably the most behaved of all Ms Sarah's inmates, as she enjoyed almost anything Ms Sarah ordered her to do. Fucking, demoralising and belittling Glass had actually turned out to be pretty fun too, despite her initial reservations. He wasn't exactly much of a fuck, but she could feel another orgasm approaching off the back of all the previous ones. This wasn't really much as far as sex went, but forcing him to orgasm and cum again through his excuse for a hard on was driving her towards that peak of pleasure. She knew she'd be able to make him cum again, despite the limitations of his body, prick and sex drive.

With her riding him, Glass again had access to her huge, swaying jugs. He was worried about the fact that they still had his cum on them, but only because he didn't want to admit to himself or Deb that he didn't mind the taste. He watched them swing from side to side, the nipples erect, sticking out at least a half inch. They were pink, and looked so pretty, even adorned with the translucent white remains of his earlier nut. Her areolas were big too, at least as big as his palm. He watched them dance left and right, moving in reaction to the grinding efforts she was making in his lap. He resisted as long as he could, precious seconds, tens of them, but he was certain he didn't make it a whole minute before the temptation became too much, and he lurched forward, taking one of the hard, pink teats between his lips.

"Oh yes," she moaned.

He squeezed it between his lips, pinching it essentially, while her grinding movements tried to drag her nipple from his mouth. He brought his tongue forward to play about the very tip of her nipple, coating it in saliva and tickling it. He could again taste his own cum, but showed less restraint, deciding to go with the flow. He opened his mouth wider, pulling her whole nipple, and as much of her areola into his mouth as he could manage.

"Oh fuck yes," Deb cried in response.

She could feel another orgasm approaching, despite the runt's clear inability to fuck a woman properly. His prick was still only semi-hard as she used it to stir her pussy, seeking another big O. After a couple of minutes, she encouraged Glass to switch to her other nipple. When she removed it from his mouth it popped free loudly, and his mouth remained puckered, still suckling, like a baby without a bottle. He treated her nipple to the same treats the first had enjoyed.

The two of them continued, Deb slowly riding his semi hard prick while he suckled at her nipple, squeezing it between his teeth and licking the taut flesh of her great big cannons.

Glass started to moan, and attempted to thrust up and down inside her. She could feel him harden slightly and she knew he was about to come again. Quick as a flash she was between his legs, licking at his prick and making lewd mewling sounds, encouraging him to cum again.




American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 01



He stood from the couch and grabbed his semi-turgid prick, pointed it between her globes and started beating the life out of it with rough, angry, fast strokes. His hand covered his dick completely as it passively received the masturbatory torture he was subjecting it to.

Knowing what he needed, she held onto her hooters and caressed them.

"You going to cum again for me Glass?" she asked, before lasciviously licking her lips and puckering before blowing him a kiss.

"Uhh..." he groaned in frustration, "I'm gonna cum all over your fucking tits you god damned whore!" he grunted, through clenched teeth.

"You don't have it in you, pin-dick," she replied, pinching her nipples again and sending delightful sparks all the way from her nipples into her brain, and electrifying her hard, prominent clit.

"Fucking bitch, take it, take it, take it all you fucking slut," he grunted as his hips started flexing and thrusting.

Deb watched in equal parts excitement and disappointment as his meagre wad left the end of his abused prick, the first shot firing but the rest drooling, such as it was. Three times was after all, probably some kind of record for the guy. It dripped down into her cleavage while she worked her nipples feverishly. Releasing one, she slipped a hand down to her pussy to play with her engorged flaps and abuse her hardened clit, brining herself off again.

"Oh fuck yes you pathetic prick, I'm cumming you cocksucker, I'm cumming again, yes, yes, yes, oh GOD YES!" she cried.

Her hips flexed uncontrollably on her fingers as her pussy clenched around the digits. She could feel his earlier load start to slide out of her arse as she lost control of her muscles. For what felt like minutes to her (but was probably less than one) she lost awareness of her surroundings.

When she came back to awareness, Glass had slumped down on the couch and was laying his head back with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. With a wicked grin, almost entirely to spite him, she started working on his tiny, soft prick once more.

It took a while to get any reaction from him. She had on occasion pushed a guy to the point where his entire cock had gone numb, and she suspected that might be the case here. Eventually though, he became aware of her again and looked down at her as she got his cock slightly hard again, now his fourth erection of any degree in less than an hour.

Glass stared at her, watching what he now knew was a nymphomaniac work on his exhausted cock. Somehow, she managed to bring him to another semi-erection. He tried to be a 'hard man', to summon power, anger, anything she might respect, but he had nothing.

"No," he panted, crumbling almost completely emotionally, "please, stop... Please, you have to stop, I can't take it anymore."

Deb stopped and looked up at him in satisfaction. She slowly stood, uncurling each limb in a slow, sexual manner until she stood looking down at him. She turned then, to give him a good look at the rest of her body, taunting and intimidating him. She walked, placing each foot in front of the other, over to her Meretrix Hills jumpsuit. She then bent at the waist, giving Glass a good look at her exposed, flushed pussy lips, and abused, cum-leaking, puckered anus, driving home the point she was trying to make.

Quickly, she pulled the suit on, sliding the cotton over her naked flesh and cum drizzled melons before zipping it up to just under her bust. She went to his door, unlocked and opened it. In the doorway she paused, turned back to him and uttered, "Pin-dick," before leaving and closing the door behind her.

Glass was exhausted. He knew he'd been beaten. Only once had he been expended anywhere near this degree, and that was with Ms Sarah herself -- but under far different circumstances. Deb had utterly destroyed him. But she wasn't powerful. She was submissive, or at least she seemed to be. He hadn't been strong enough though. She was a filthy, dirty, whorish slut, and he hadn't had the strength to dominate her. It made him angry. As he sat, willing the energy back into his body to try moving, he vowed to beat her, to control her and have his revenge. Step one was to get off the couch, and he wasn't sure how long that was going to take.

* * *

Ms Sarah dropped the dildo on the bed as her mischievous smile grew wide into a grin. It wasn't like she'd ever really lacked for money, but this deal involving Hartbury meant that she could splurge a bit. Material goods held little allure to someone who possessed power the way she did in her realm, and she was sure Hartbury's wife had no regard for such true wealth, wanting only the money to do with as she pleased. Nevertheless, she'd enjoy being able to buy herself the sporty convertible she'd salivated over last month. The rest would go aside and reduce her mortgage unless she found something else to do with it.

Then there was Connor Hartbury himself. Meretrix Hills Asylum housed all manner of lunatics, freaks, nut-jobs, nymphomaniacs, mentally disturbed and unhinged patients and inmates. It was administered by Leon Glass, while she held the position of Matron, in charge of all the nurses. Officially, anyways. Unofficially, she was the one truly in control. Included among the inmates were a couple of deformed individuals whose physical deformities extended to their genitals, being longer, thicker or having enlarged testicles. This gave them certain needs which were met within the halls of Meretrix Hills. So Connor Hartbury's more than 9" erection was probably not particularly impressive in comparison. But for Ms Sarah, it made all the difference. She would never stoop to cavorting with one of those freaks; no, she needed a handsome face, a perfect physical specimen to satisfy her needs. Someone, in fact, just like Connor Hartbury.

Her recent increase in wealth and the arrival of her dream subject had her feeling unusually frisky.

She started with her hands on her hips, looking at her full body reflection in the mirror. Slowly she slid her hands up over her hips, before crossing them over in front of her, and lifting her breasts up with her crossed forearms, bulging them up towards the long opening in the front of her uniform. She'd known from a very young age the power sex held, and she'd spent her life accumulating and utilising it to improve her life. She could be sex on a stick when she chose to be, and right now she was feeling particularly horny.

With one hand, she slowly unhooked the last few buttons of her blouse and quickly unhitched the belt. She pouted at her reflection as she slowly pulled back the sides of her top, revealing in the mirror her big, pale 38DD tits, pushed up and outwards by her black, lacy bra. She dropped the blouse to the floor and caressed her big tits through the lacy material, paying particular attention to her hardening nipples. She watched as her boobs moved within her bra while she manipulated the heavy jugs with her hands.

Before long she stopped and pulled the straps off her shoulders and then reached behind her back to unhook it. She watched in pleasure as the pressure of her restrained baps forced the bra to fly off her body, freeing her melons to sway and jiggle in freedom. Her nipples were now hard and erect, the pink flesh tightened in arousal, and the very tips straining hard. Taking them between her thumbs and forefingers she twisted them slightly, in opposite directions, alternating back and forth. She watched her reflection moan in pleasure.

"Uhmmmm, yes."

While she played with her tits she stepped back to her bed and released one of her glorious orbs in order to unzip the skirt, before pushing it down her hips and taught legs. With her hand free again, she started at her navel, playing her fingers over the sensitive, pale skin of her stomach and causing her muscles to flutter.

She looked at her thong-clad pussy, hidden, weeping behind the opaque black lacy material, completely hiding the lack of hair on her mound. Her panties matched her garter belt, all black lace a couple of inches wide, attaching to the suspenders and finally the tops of her stockings. She felt sexy all day when she wore the right things, and sex was power. Her fingertips slowly walked down over the material, headed for the steamy lips of her pussy to tickle them through her panties. Her body started rocking, undulating to her pleasure. She lightly traced her fingertips over the space covering her lips, again moaning in pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmm... ohhh... Con..." she mumbled.

Startled at what she'd almost said, but then realising she was alone and it didn't matter, she moved onto the bed, languidly crawling into a comfortable position like a cat stalking its prey. She got comfortable on her pillows and faced her thong clad pussy towards the mirror where she had a good view. She picked up the dildo she'd discarded and ran the head of it over her mound, applying pressure to the engorged lips of her sex.

"Oh yes," she gasped.

She tried to prolong her pleasure, spending some time watching herself play with the dildo, even bringing it up between her heaving breasts and titfucking herself with it. When she could take no more, she slowly traced the dildo around each of her hard nipples, before trekking towards her ready, dripping cunt. With her other hand she forcefully pulled aside her panties, hearing the material overstretch at her abuse of it. Her naked, shaved pussy pulsed, waiting to be filled. Her clit was prominent, the hood pulled back, begging to be tickled, bitten, rubbed, anything. She could literally see her engorged, red lips pulsing to her heartbeat.

"OH!" she gasped and threw her head back as the dildo arrived at her clit, sliding across it and pushing her towards orgasm.

She was extremely worked up, but still, she hadn't realised how little it would take. She pushed the tip of the dildo between her outer lips and slid it up against her inner sanctum.

"Huh, huh, huh," she breathed in heavy breaths, feeling the anticipation of the imminent insertion and monumental cum just over the horizon.

Totally in control, she finally pushed the dildo, imagining the 9" long length of rubber cock was none other than Connor Hartbury's. It slid through her gash like a glowing firebrand through butter. Her gash sucked in the rubber like a baby sucking on a bottle. She felt the cock lurch in her hand as her canal took control. She pushed up with it, going as deep as she could. With it fully inside her she used one hand to squeeze, pinch and twist a nipple, while the other held the substitute cock inside her and the fingers played about her lips, teasing them at their junction.

She carefully pulled the cock back, fighting against the pull of her pussy. She only managed three strokes before exploding in orgasm.

"UHH! FUCK YES!" she cried as her hips flexed uncontrollably and she tried to hold the cock buried inside her cunt.

"MOTHERFUCKING SLUT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! COCKSUCKER BITCH! OH YES! YES! YES!" she cried, as her orgasm continued. Suddenly her pussy erupted, gushing juice out onto the bed, all over her hand and the dildo, bathing them in her flowing juice. Such an orgasm was a rare thing for her.

She continued pumping her pussy, riding the diminishing waves of her subsiding orgasm.

A pile of sexy, exhausted, stocking-clad flesh watched her try to catch her breath in the mirror.

One thing was certain. Connor Hartbury had a lot to live up to. That was the hardest Ms Sarah had cum in months. Possibly years.



American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 02



I guess you could say I edited this one myself which is never a good idea. If you find a mistake, that's all on me. I struggle to find editors that remain around for my long absences. Plus I write pretty sporadically these days.

This introduction is copied almost verbatim from Chapter 1.

Late in 2012 I was contacted by a new fan who had an idea for a story, but felt she lacked the talent to bring it to life. I am honoured she chose to contact me to attempt this. It could be considered a parody of a sort, of American Horror Story: Asylum, and that is where inspiration for this story was drawn, but the resulting flower from that seed is far different than what graces your TV sets. We do not include the same characters, it is not set in 1964 and our goal is not to terrify or horrify, although we don't mind disturbing you a little bit. Our cast will be sexy, horny, busty and will go far beyond a lot of the boundaries in which I usually write. As an extra little bit of titillating information for you, I will tell you that she cast herself for this story as well as some other acquaintances of hers. She appears as Deb in the series. If you'd like to provide feedback to her for her idea, you should comment at the end, or address any private feedback to her when you send it to me.

Another important point to be made is that classifying this story was difficult. There are elements of BDSM in some parts in minor ways, there will be Anal at times, perhaps some Erotic Horror, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism, Fetish, Group Sex, I like to think I write Humorously whenever possible and in a way this could be considered a vague Satire, there's likely to be some Lesbian Sex, perhaps some Cheating Wives, some Non-consensual sex, some Toys and Masturbation and finally, with the cast of weird and wonderful characters, we cannot promise a complete absence of Transgender or Cross-dressing individuals. We're going to list the tags at the start of each chapter to make them immediately accessible upon opening a chapter, so that you're pre warned. In light of all that, we've chosen Fetish, as it's probably the broadest and could be used to describe almost any story anyway, everything is a fetish to some degree.

But don't be afraid, you can trust us, even the scariest of the above categories won't be so bad, you'll be surprised how many inmates of Meretrix Hills actually enjoy a touch of non-consensual and anal sex and our erotic horror weighs heavily on the erotic side of the scale. Or are we just trying to lure you in? You'll never know unless you read it, MWAH HAH HAH HAA!

Ahem, so now, we head back inside the stark building known as Meretrix Hills Asylum, specifically we go in through the loading bay, one of the more secure areas of the asylum. Surprisingly once we're inside we find very little security. A deal is underway in the laundry room, and one party is about to pay their end of the deal.





American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 02



"I bet you'd like to get out of that strait-jacket wouldn't you?" she asked him, slightly menacingly.

He wasn't sure how to play this. She had seen right through his act and knew exactly what he'd been doing, like she was in his head or something.

"I... I... if you think that is best?"

"Answer the question, Connor?"

Women in power were so disconcerting, he thought as he watched her boobs jiggle as she spoke.

"I would, Ms Sarah," he replied.

"You have an appointment to see Dr Meehan tomorrow morning who will assess your mental state. If he thinks the jacket can come off, you'll have your freedom."

"Thank you, Ms Sarah," he replied uncertainly.

His confusion grew. She'd just assessed him as having spent all morning plotting an escape, but then arranged for the possibility of having his jacket removed.

Ms Sarah knew she needed to keep Connor Hartbury on the back foot, confused. You don't raise a company into the top 100 as CEO without being a switched on individual. Her advantage right now was that he was a fish out of water. She had to maintain that while she began conditioning him to submit to her.

"Now, would you like to see Angela's tits, Connor?"





American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 02



Ms Sarah watched, feeling her pussy slicken with juice as Connor's drooling erection came into view. Again she marvelled at it, how long, thick and clean it looked. Such cocks were rare around here.

Connor's pole bounced free, and he watched as it waved around, before finally settling exactly where he wanted it to be, nestled in between the two big olive funbags Angela carried with her everywhere.

"Do it Angela, squeeze your tits together and fuck Connor's big cock," Ms Sarah told her.

Angela pushed her hands up against the sides of her breasts, which caused her cleavage to close tightly around Connor's tall, hard, thick fuckstick. Immediately, his flowing pre-cum started to lubricate her soft cleavage in preparation for the hardcore, mammary-pounding, udder bouncing titfuck Angela was about to commence.

"Oh god," Connor moaned.

Angela's enormous breasts had always been too big for her to hold or really control, but over the years she'd worked out certain techniques, such as how she now held her tits as she got ready to bounce them in Connor's lap. She had her forearms pressed against the side of each lovely bap, and her hands held onto the front of each heavy bosom, her hand attempting to cover her areolas and pressing the nipples into her palms. Usually in this position she couldn't even see the lucky dick she was smothering, but Connor was bigger than average.

Carefully, Angela lifted her chest, raising her boobs to slide up Connor's cock, his pre-cum having lubricated her chest brilliantly. The head of his meat disappeared inside her snug, slick cleavage.

Maintaining her hold, Angela reversed direction, and Connor's rigid rod and pulsing head tunnelled upward, surging for freedom.

"OOUUUUHHHH, shit! I'm gonna cum, oh god I'm gonna cum so fucking hard."

Ms Sarah, unnoticed by either of the other two, was frantically jilling herself. She could feel an orgasm approaching as she heard how quickly Connor was going to cum.

Angela stroked her wet breasts up and down one more time.

"OH GOD YES! YES! YES! OHHHHHHHH! GODDDDDDDD! YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!" Connor shouted, writhing around in his chair yet somehow keeping his cock buried in Angela's cleavage.

Angela felt the hard spurts start firing out of his shaft. She could feel his cannon lurch with each one, almost as if it was regurgitating truly enormous wads of cum. The volleys launched up out of her cleavage and smacked into her chin, splashing back to land on top of her tits, with the remnants of each one slowly sliding down her chin and neck to join his pre-cum in her cleavage.

Ms Sarah bit her lip hard so as not to cry out as her pussy gushed fluid all over her hand and soaked into her tiny panties.

Connor must have gushed over a dozen times out the end of his straining pussy-pleaser. By the end he was just leaking into her cleavage.

He watched as her head dropped down onto her tits, where his gooey tip sat proud and triumphant. She sucked it into her mouth and proceeded to draw on his organ, slurping the remaining dregs out of his tube and swallowing it down. Her mouth went to work, cleaning as much of his shaft as she could reach by shoving her head down between her own hefty jugs.

After a minute or so his head was gleaming with her saliva and she lifted her head free.

"Delicious... Ms Sarah, he's not going soft. Should I go again? Or can I fuck it?"

Ms Sarah had been sitting in post orgasmic bliss before Angela spoke, and she was a little annoyed at the interruption. She was certainly capable of multiple orgasms, but the situation had to be right. Angela ruined any chance of that. She quickly pulled her hand out of her panties and straightened her uniform.

"I don't think so Angela. Get dressed and get out, now."

Angela knew what she'd done wrong, speaking without being asked. She'd ruined a good opportunity, but at least she'd simply been dismissed, punishments were often worse. Fear of Ms Sarah and her punishments was rife throughout the Asylum and despite the fact that Angela herself was four years Ms Sarah's senior at 31, she was not immune. She grabbed her bra and uniform and fled Ms Sarah's office.

"As for you Mr Hartbury, you need to cum again, got your cock all worked up and hard?"

"Yes," he gasped, "please, it's been so long."

"No!" she yelled suddenly, and slapped his hard rod with her hand.

"OW! YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Connor was still wrapped in his strait-jacket, had his pants around his ankles, and a hard, vulnerable cock standing out of his groin. He was in no position to challenge her but still he tried in vain to stand up and fight. He twisted and wriggled in the chair, but couldn't seem to get his legs under him sufficiently to lever himself into a standing position. His aching cock was certainly a big distraction as well.

Ms Sarah leaned over, and Connor couldn't help a quick glance at her bulging, tight cleavage.

"You'll cum when I say you can cum, Connor, exactly when I say, not before, not after," she told him, menacingly.

Suddenly, Ms Sarah was kissing him. She had a hand behind his head to hold him in place, and her red lips mashed against his sensuously. He was completely in shock as her tongue invaded his mouth and explored every nook.

It was over almost as soon as it began, and Connor was still frozen in shock.

Ms Sarah bit his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled back, stretching it coquettishly. Her teeth were brilliantly white.

"Aaaahhh," Connor groaned in pain.

She released his lip, allowing it to smack back to his mouth. She straightened and then adjusted her uniform again. He watched as she walked around her desk, picked up her handset and punched in a number.

"Andrew," she stated, and then waited a while, seemingly waiting for someone to take the call.

"Come to my office and take Mr Hartbury back to his cell."

Without waiting for a reply she hung up and began looking over paperwork on her desk.

Connor sat, looking at his erect cock as it slowly drained of blood and began to lean forward as it lost rigidity. For the next few minutes he considered his situation. He was locked up in an asylum with a power hungry bitch and little hope of escape, his wife was out usurping his money and his assets, no doubt looking to lure in another poor schmuck or find some kind of toy-boy. And what was the deal with having Nurse Angela give him a titfuck anyway? Suddenly he looked up at Ms Sarah, realisation dawning.

"You..." he said softly, "You're in on this aren't you? You're working with my fucking wife," he continued, his voice rising, "You fucking power tripping bitch. You get off on controlling people don't you? How much is my fucking bitch of a wife paying you for taking my life?" he shouted as he finished.

Slowly, Ms Sarah looked up from her paperwork, completely unflustered. She wasn't afraid of Connor. He could run through these halls shouting about what he suspected or knew, and nothing would come of it. She wouldn't allow him to disrupt the other inmates like that of course.

"I don't know who, or what you are talking about Connor."

Just then her office door opened and a tall, wide orderly walked in. He must have been at least 6'7", and he looked as if he had the kind of muscles one earned from hard living, really hard living, the kind of muscles that were used to working and were good at it, tireless.

"Hello Andrew, please help Mr Hartbury with his pants and then take him back to his cell. If he gives you any trouble, please sedate him."

"Yes Ms Sarah," he replied with a deep voice.

Connor suffered through the indignity of being redressed in his pants by this ox, the whole time staring daggers at Ms Sarah, but not wanting to be sedated, he complied with Andrew's attempts to get his pants on. For his part, Andrew did not react to having to get a man dressed in any way.

"Good luck with your appointment tomorrow," Ms Sarah told him as they left her office.

They walked down the hall, Andrew escorting Connor to his cell.

"What is it with that bitch anyway? Does she have everyone around here under her control?" Connor asked.

He heard Andrew inhale deeply through his nose.

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't speak about Ms Sarah like that, but I'd advise you not to do it again around me pal, if you know what I mean? If you don't, well, you might get to know Doctor Ramirez pretty well."

Connor wasn't sure who the doctor was, but the threat was pretty clear. He kept quiet all the way back to his cell.





American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 03



If you haven't read Chapter 1 and 2, perhaps you should.

In case you haven't, the seeds for this story were provided to me by a fan. This is a collaboration of sorts, we've both worked on ideas and the characters, but most of what you read has been written by me. In simple terms, this is a parody of American Horror Story: Asylum, with a lot of creative licence. We do not include the same characters, it is not set in 1964 and our goal is not to terrify or horrify, although we don't mind disturbing you a little bit. Our cast are sexy, horny, busty and will go far beyond a lot of the boundaries in which I usually write. If you'd like to provide feedback to my collaborator for her idea, you should comment at the end, or address any private feedback to her when you send it to me.

I'd like to make a point about my vocabulary. Personally I don't often use extreme words. The main one that comes to mind is to describe a lady's personal area as her cunt. By mutual agreement, we decided I almost had to use such terms in this particular story due to the themes. If I offend you, I apologise and suggest this story may not be for you.

Regarding the category, there may be elements of BDSM in some parts in minor ways, there will be Anal at times, perhaps some Erotic Horror, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism, Fetish, Group Sex, I like to think I write Humorously whenever possible and in a way this could be considered a vague Satire, there's likely to be some Lesbian Sex, perhaps some Cheating Wives, some Non-consensual sex, some Toys and Masturbation and finally, with the cast of weird and wonderful characters, we cannot promise a complete absence of Transgender or Cross-dressing individuals. Trust the tags, which are listed at the start for convenience, more than the category.

But don't be afraid, you can trust us, even the scariest of the above categories won't be so bad, you'll be surprised how many inmates of Meretrix Hills actually enjoy a touch of non-consensual and anal sex and our erotic horror weighs heavily on the erotic side of the scale. Or are we just trying to lure you in? You'll never know unless you read it, MWAH HAH HAH HAA!

Ahem, so now, we head back inside the stark building known as Meretrix Hills Asylum. We find ourselves in a dank hallway, as Mr Glass, the inept, inadequate, sexually frustrated, perverted Asylum Administrator, leads a man in a cheap suit down the hallways, heading for the office of Ms Sarah, the iron-fisted young Matron of the Asylum...




"I am telling you Mr Glass, this is entirely unnecessary. I have all I need to make my report. I do not need to see the Matron," the man in the cheap, though respectable, suit advised.

"I think... that you do, in fact... she's very... you just... I'll allow her to explain..." Mr Glass tried to persuade him as he hurried along the hall, short of breath. He'd managed to convince the man not to leave, but it was a very close thing.

Glass reached the door and knocked softly, *knock, knock*, "Ms Sarah, are you in? I wonder if you have a moment?"

"Come in," she replied through her door.

"Please excuse me for one moment, don't go anywhere."

"Look, I've finished my inspection, there's really nothing more for me to see, so I'll just make my way back to the parking—"

"No! Don't move, I'll just be a second," Glass replied.

He opened the door and slipped inside, paranoid that the man would leave before Ms Sarah had a chance to deal with him.

"Ms Sarah, you have to help," he pleaded with her.

She looked up from the book on her desk. It was a fascinating story about a man who enjoyed dominating women. It was exciting her, but only because she fantasised about taking the man and teaching him how to submit. Brutally, and using several tools and toys. She'd been rubbing her thighs together and considering her options for getting off.

"What have you done now, Glass," she asked.

"I... well... I didn't... you see..."

"Just spit it out."

"The Health Inspector is outside and—"

"And that is one of your jobs."

"Yes, and I was taking care of it, but as we were passing through the rec room the freak decided it was a good time to have one of his episodes and—"

"And long story short, you fucked up and want me to fix your mistake."

Glass remained nervously silent, fearing the fallout of this failing.

"Send him in you snivelling worm," she finally instructed.

With some relief Glass returned to the hall.

"Please, come in, Ms Sarah will take care of everything."

"What are you talking about?"

Glass gently ushered him through Ms Sarah's door before closing the door behind him and hurrying back to his own office. He was happy to have averted the crisis before it got out of hand, but Ms Sarah would undoubtedly punish him for not handling the inspector's visit without her help. It was still better than if he had let the inspector leave rather than bring him to the Matron.

"What is the meaning of this? What the hell is going on?" the health inspector asked haughtily.

"My apologies Mr...?" Ms Sarah asked.

She stood and came around her desk to gently take his hand in greeting.

"Henderson," he supplied, seemingly unwilling to give Ms Sarah his first name.

"Mr Henderson. Please excuse Mr Glass, he does get a little flustered at times. I am the Matron of Meretrix Hills Asylum and you may call me Ms Sarah. I understand you saw some things that you did not find agreeable?"

Ms Sarah gently led him by the hand and elbow over to the seat in front of her desk. The very same seat Connor had been ejaculating out of only a day earlier. He sat down, slightly placated by Ms Sarah.

She remained standing, intentionally making him slightly uncomfortable. She regarded him through the gap in her blouse and between the smooth curves of her tightly packed 38DD breasts. Mr Henderson was clearly flustered now, as he could not avoid looking over her breasts as he maintained his gaze on her.

"Err... yes... Yes. I was completely appalled at the conditions some of these patients are living in. Mr Glass seems completely accepting of these blatant violations. As a representative for the health department, it is my responsibility to assess this facility with regards to health, cleanliness, effectiveness in treatment of mental illness and of course adherence and compliance with all the regulations regarding the restraint and recovery of said patients within such a facility. Quite frankly, today I've witnessed several violations so heinous that alone would result in the closure of this facility. The sheer number of violations is staggering."

Ms Sarah leaned back, sitting on her desk. She crossed her leg and left her foot hanging, and then allowed her high heel to swing forward, dangling from her toes alone. She had a sixth sense about people she met, in that aside from a few exceptions she was able to assess their kinks almost immediately upon meeting them. Mr Henderson's meticulously polished shoes alerted her to his particular bend easily, and thus she adjusted her behaviour accordingly.

"May I be honest and frank with you Mr Henderson?"

He was staring at her shoe, swinging back and forth.

"Mr Henderson?"

He was startled out of his reverie.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, of course."

"Thank you. I'm afraid Glass is a bumbling fool," she began as she twisted her torso so that he'd have a stellar view of her cleavage if he ever managed to tear his attention away from her shoes. "I've brought numerous complaints to his attention, I've made countless requests for repairs and more frequent maintenance and hygiene, and finally, I've lodged many complaints about the treatment of the inmates under his direction."

She knew she should refer to them as patients, but she already had Henderson by the short and curlies and she'd be damned if she referred to the scum out there as patients, they were clearly all inmates, and beyond all reasonable assistance. No, Meretrix Hills was the best place for them, and it was her responsibility to keep it in operation.

"But I'm afraid Glass has too much power. No matter how hard I try, there must be someone up the chain who is stifling all my attempts to change things around here. And I am quite certain that if you file a negative report, then you'll no doubt end up out of a job and a week later there will be a new inspector back here assessing everything as compliant. I've seen it happen before."

He was still completely distracted by her shoe. She was slowly swinging it closer and closer to falling from her foot. She could almost feel how much he wanted to reach forward and either help her with, or selfishly steal, her shiny, white, leather stiletto-heeled shoe.

"Oh... well... yes, of course... I'll make sure that... that those complaints are found... and that a note is added... to your file... so that it's clear that you weren't at fault for the actions of Glass."

"You don't think it would be safer to lodge an 'all-clear' report and gather further evidence do you? I could act for you within the Asylum, gathering dirt on Glass so that we can be sure to bring him down."

She had no such intentions. Taking down Meretrix Hills and making Glass the scapegoat could be accomplished in an afternoon with all the material she had already put in place. One phone call is all it would take. But she was enjoying herself as the Matron, and had no intention of leaving just yet, so Henderson was a threat. Fortunately, she knew he wasn't truly the crusading type and she'd be able to control him with so little effort on her part.

She finally let her shoe drop, and it clattered to the floor. At the same time she feigned falling off her desk, just enough so that she could explain putting her foot on Henderson's chair between his legs. She could already see the bulge in his pants where his cock was announcing its availability.

Henderson stared at her stocking encased foot. He couldn't explain his foot fetish, it had just been with him forever. Her toes were dainty and her nails were painted with a midnight purple polish. The white stockings stretched over her feet and over her toes, creating a transparent, lacy web that encased her toes.

"I think we should work together Mr Henderson, don't you?" she asked.

She slid her foot slowly forward, bringing her toes into contact with his pants. His crotch was hot, and she was sure it was his balls she could feel against her toes. While he stared at her stocking clad foot, inching forward and brushing up against his churning balls, she quickly slipped off her other shoe, and brought her left foot to his chair to join her right.

"You like my feet, don't you Mr Henderson?" she asked as she wiggled her toes in a kind of sensual wave for him.

He was breathing heavy, staring at her feet between his legs. She could tell exactly where his erection ended as there was a growing wet spot.

"Would you like to make a deal with me Henderson? If we make a deal, maybe we can take care of that erection you've got burning inside your pants."

She surreptitiously unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black, lace, underwire bra, pushing her breasts into each other creating tantalising cleavage. If he could have taken his eyes off her feet he no doubt would have appreciated it.

"Well," she asked, "are you going to take your dick out Mr Henderson?"

He still didn't move. His hands gripped the chair in white-knuckled fists.

She pulled back her right foot and watched as Henderson tried to keep an eye on each foot. A wiggle of her left toes made his mind up and he watched the left. At least until he noticed her hitch her skirt up enough to reveal her stocking tops. Slowly, she rolled the right one down her leg, revealing her creamy thighs to his wonder. She kept the pace slow, drawing out his pleasure, until she reached her foot and slid the stocking off and dropped it to the floor.

"Would you like to help me with the left one Henderson?"

His breath hitched in his lungs and he finally looked into her eyes, not daring to speak.

With shaking fingers he reached up to her thigh. Gently, he repeated her moves, peeling down the lacy stocking until it easily rolled down the smooth, supple skin of her thigh and then her lower leg, and powerful calf muscles. It rounded her heel and then popped off the end of her foot.

"Oh," he moaned.

Her feet were beautiful. They were pale and obviously rarely saw sunlight. The dark purple polish was in stark contrast. Her feet were far from dainty, instead they looked like feet that got use, that they held her upright as she walked and ran these hallways, managing the residents and nurses of the facility. He could see the faint lines of her veins. Yet they were undoubtedly beautiful, their overall shape, the smooth curves of her heels, ankles and the arches of her feet were enticing.

Ms Sarah smirked at him. He didn't even know yet how lost he was. He had already taken her deal, would do anything she asked of him, and he never even made the decision. His dick had already made it for him.

"You look uncomfortable Mr Henderson. Wouldn't you like some relief? Hmm?"

Her right foot trailed up the straining bulge of his tumescent erection, eliciting an unending moan from him. His hands fluttered, like he wanted to touch Ms Sarah, but was too afraid.

"Mr Henderson, look at me."

It looked like a struggle, but finally, having dragged his attention away from her smooth, pale legs and pretty feet, his eyes met her piercing gaze.

"I want you to unzip your pants for me Mr Henderson," she told him, with a commanding, yet seductive tone.

"I... I... I..." he uttered, essentially speechless.

She gave another rub on his erection with her feet and asked him, "For me?"

"Oh," he moaned again.

Something snapped in him, and suddenly he was desperate to get his cock out of his pants. His enthusiasm was working against him, as it caused him to jam the zipper. He also didn't want to dislodge her foot from its embrace of his enclosed cock, further complicating his task. Just as she thought he was going to brutally tear open his pants, he got his zip working and she retracted her foot long enough for him to get the zipper down. The dirty perv was obviously operating commando today, as his prick shot out the opening the moment the zipper was out of the way.

"Very nice, Mr Henderson, but why don't you go ahead and lose those pants completely for me?" she asked him.

His prick was actually quite nice, looking to be about 6.5 inches long, and thick enough to get the job done without making her pussy quiver in anticipation. It would be a nice little warm up until she deigned to allow Connor the honour of experiencing the pleasures she could provide.

He was again staring at her feet, in shock at being told to take off his pants. Things like this never happened to him, never even came close. They were confined to his deepest, darkest secretive thoughts, and a publication he purchased once a month and disposed of long before going home to his wife. But now this Asylum Matron was seemingly offering him everything he'd ever dreamed of.

"Your pants, Henderson," she reminded him and wiggled her toes to distract him.

"Oh, yes, sorry," he said.

Without standing up, he managed to slip off his pants, levering off his shoes as well, leaving him sat in front of Ms Sarah's desk with his straining erection and his bare bum on the polished wood of the chair.

"So, Mr Henderson, I think we better just make things clear about your report, don't you?" she asked, knowing it was time to twist the screws.

"My report, yes, my report, of course... my... report... what?" he asked, as he slowly drifted out of his lust induced stupor.

"You're going to lodge a report that says everything is fine at Meretrix Hills Asylum, and then we'll work together to make sure we have all the evidence needed to take down Administrator Glass without any doubt. But you won't do anything regarding Meretrix Hills without checking with me first, understand?"

"I... are you suggesting that,"

She could hear the indignation in his voice. Somehow he'd forgotten he was half naked, sitting with a drooling erection ogling her feet of all things. He was putty in her hands.

Carefully she reached forward with her foot, until it made contact with his cock, and his indignant tirade cut off before it even got up to speed.

"OH!" he gasped, "Oh god, yes, whatever you want, please, I have to... I have to..."

His hands reached up forwards, and he softly cupped her calves in his hands, slightly increasing the pressure against his hard-on, though his true goal was to cup her smooth, soft skin stretched over the strong muscles he could feel in her legs. This was bliss. If only he had the courage to tell his wife about his little kink.

Ms Sarah smiled at him. He was child's play. She went through a rolodex of girls in her head, but arrived at the conclusion that Henderson was a man she may have to continue to service herself. That wasn't so bad though, as a man obsessing over and worshipping her feet was something she could stand.

"You have to... feel my feet on your cock, don't you Henderson? You want to fuck my feet? You want to slide your meat back and forth through the soft arches of my feet?"

"Ohhhhhhh," he moaned at her words, not needing to provide more of an answer than that.

"First you're going to have to do something for me, a little sweetener on the deal."

Ms Sarah's skirt was well and truly bunched up around her hips now. Her smooth, shiny, black panties were completely visible to Henderson, he'd just been too distracted by her legs and feet to notice. Her aroused, engorged pussy lips were clearly outlined through the sheer material.

She leaned forward and grabbed hold of Henderson's tie and then pulled him sharply forward, his chair rolling closer to the desk.

"Ah," he blurted, in shock as she pulled him forward.

He was brought closer to her, his sight flitting between each of her strong, pale thighs, and the contrasting dark satin panties hiding her heated quim.

She held his tie, keeping him close. He could smell her growing arousal. Slowly, she lifted her legs in to the air and leant back on her desk a bit. She lifted each leg in stages, exaggerating the sensual movement. She kept her legs bent as she lifted them high, before straightening her knees and holding her legs 90 degrees apart from each other, forming a wide V, with her dark panties at the crux.

She held his tie in a tight grip, while her other hand reached down and played over her covered pussy lips.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

She pushed her finger between her lips, forcing the satin material deep between them. They were immediately soaked in the seeping fluid from her pussy. Satisfied, she moved her hand aside.

"Kiss it, Henderson," she told him, and tugged on his tie.

Henderson must have been in some kind of dream. His sex life at home was completely vanilla. He and his wife had been virgins on their wedding night, and neither one of them really pushed the envelope. Henderson had been a pervert for years though, and when his mother found his disgusting filth, as she described his fetish porn collection, she'd almost disowned him. The idea of kissing a lady's vagina had certainly entered his mind, he'd even seen pictures. It certainly wasn't the most exciting thing he could imagine doing, but it was something he was willing, perhaps even eager, to try.

Complying, and encouraged by Ms Sarah wrapping his hair around her fingers to take direct control, he put his lips against the petals of her labia. The taste invaded his senses and immediately he tried to rebel. Ms Sarah was ready though, and with a gleeful, evil grin, she held him in place.

"Suck it Henderson! Suck my pussy! Taste me you pervert!" she ordered.

He was out of his depth and had no idea what he was doing. So he followed her orders and sucked on her panties, the taste again overwhelming his tastebuds, but somehow this time it was not so repulsive.




American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 03



"Mmmm," she moaned, causing him to feel a twinge of pride as she appeared to be enjoying it.

He sucked and kissed her panties, drawing her moisture through them and beginning to savour the flavour. While it was a new experience for him, he began to enjoy it, and the minutes ticked away as he lost himself in the experience.

It felt like ages to him, before she apparently got bored and needed a change. He was still aware of her strong, pale legs held akimbo in the air, lewdly, like some kind of sexed up slut. The imagery was extremely arousing to him.

She released his tie, and used the hand to pull aside her panties, without even letting him back away for a breath. He was suddenly confronted with her scent, unimpeded by the satin material of her panties. There was suddenly so much moisture available for him to slurp down.

He was reminded of the phrase, be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it. Every time he'd jerked off in a public bathroom or his car parked in a secluded place, with a fetish magazine spread open, he'd dreamed of a dominant, sexy, powerful woman showing him what sex was all about. Now that his wish had come true, he wasn't sure what it was going to do to him.

* * *

Angela led the strait-jacketed Connor down the hall towards the resident psychologist's office. She still had memories of the great big load he'd shot over her chest the day before. Getting another piece of his cock would be nice, but it was clear that Ms Sarah had taken a special interest in him, so it was wise for everyone else to show little interest in him unless specifically directed by Ms Sarah.

"So, this doctor, is he like everyone else around here, is he in the Matron's pocket as well?" Connor asked as he concentrated on his restricted balance as he walked.

Angela was a little confused. It sounded like he was annoyed that Ms Sarah was in charge. But that didn't make any sense. Of course Ms Sarah was in charge, that's how things were. How else should they be?

"What do you mean?" she asked with a furrowed brow.

Connor drew in a breath and pleaded with her, "Listen, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not crazy. And if you help me I'll make sure that Ms Sarah is taken away from here, locked up for corruption, and then you'll have nothing to fear. Please, you have to help me get out of here."

It was almost word for word exactly as Ms Sarah had warned her.

"I'm sorry Connor, you seem like a nice guy. Maybe Dr Meehan will be able to help," she said, thinking about the poor mental patient and feeling very sorry for him.

Connor meanwhile took another meaning from her words. Perhaps she was telling him that the doctor might be more agreeable to assisting an inmate escape.

"Here we are," she said cheerily as she knocked on the door, "Dr Meehan, I have Mr Hartbury here for you?"

"Please bring him in," they heard, through the door.

Connor walked in ahead of Angela, who remained outside and closed the door after him.

Standing in front of a mesh-reinforced window stood a man with unruly looking dark hair. He was probably about six foot tall, a couple of inches shorter than Connor's height of 6'2". He had an average build, but even from behind you could see in his demeanour that he was defeated somehow. His tweed suit was well and truly out of fashion.

"Dr Meehan?" Connor asked, trying to get his attention.

The doctor began speaking in a monotone, "Connor Hartbury, diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, bipolar disorder and psychosis. Recommended treatment is incarceration within Meretrix Hills Asylum and heavy sedation and restraint around the clock. Sound about right?"

Connor took a couple of deep breaths.

"Not a single word you just said is right. I'm not crazy doctor, unless you include the decision I made to marry that fucking bitch that orchestrated all this."

Dr Meehan turned to look at Connor. He had a pleasant face, but he clearly had no passion.

"Please indulge me and sit down Mr Hartbury," he said, before sitting behind his desk.

"My name is Gary Meehan. I'm 45 and I've been the psychiatrist for Meretrix Hills for nearly 8 years now. Before that I was in a place much nicer than this for over 10 years. I've seen a lot of strange mental disorders over the years and I like to think there was a time when I was a beacon of hope and renewal to the mentally impaired. I believe I helped a lot of people. That stopped when I came here," he said, ominously.

"Your diagnosis arrived on my desk a little over a week ago as an arriving inmate, and I knew it was bologna the moment I saw it, I have an eye for these things. My guess is this was completed by someone who knew enough to fill out a report that looked authentic, but lacked the real understanding to make the report look legitimate."

Dr Meehan spent the next fifteen minutes chatting with Connor. Pretty soon Connor realised he was being assessed by the doctor, but continued nonetheless as this psychiatrist held his personal freedom, from the strait-jacket at least, in the palm of his hand.

"Thank you for indulging me Connor. I was certain of my diagnosis but I'm not so irresponsible as to release a patient without double checking."

"That's ok Dr Meehan, I'm just finally glad to have someone see my diagnosis for the sham it is. Finally I'll be able to get out of here and reclaim my life."

The relief Connor felt could not be described. Unfortunately he didn't have long to enjoy it.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to officially rescind your diagnosis Connor."

He paused, allowing that to settle into Connor's mind.

"What... But... why?" Connor asked.

"I'm afraid I can't go into that Mr Hartbury."

"But... I'm being held against my will! Incarcerated illegally! I haven't even committed a crime!" Connor blurted, becoming agitated and shifting forward as much as he could in the strait-jacket.

"Unfortunately I am bound just as tightly as you are in that strait-jacket right now. I really am sorry."

Connor could see the man's defeat worn on his sleeve. Despite the fact that he had seemed utterly defeated before, somehow he had the grace to look even more pathetic and sorrowful.

"Now, I can see this has upset you, and I cannot fault you for that. You are in an unjust situation, of that there is no doubt. However, until you find a way to see justice done, you are locked inside Meretrix Hills. My question, Connor, is would you like to spend that time locked inside a strait-jacket, or not?"

Connor was angry. He wanted to punch Dr Meehan in the face. But that desire was trumped by the need to have his arms free. He needed his arms free to punch the Doctor anyhow.

"You want to know if I'll be violent if you release me?"

"There are a lot of inmates and orderlies around, the majority of which have nothing to do with your situation. Your rage is evident, but will you direct it only at those deserving?"

"Yes," he said, thinking that perhaps socking the psychiatrist was still on the cards, since he was certainly accepting a degree of guilt for leaving Connor locked up.

"Please wait here, I'll go get the keys to unlock the jacket," he said monotonously before leaving his office.

Connor sat patiently, waiting for him to return. There was so much more he'd be able to do once he was out of the jacket.

After only a minute or so he heard the door open.

"If you won't change my diagnosis, will you at least help me escape?" Connor asked, foolishly failing to confirm Dr Meehan's identity before speaking.

"I don't know anything about your diagnosis, new guy. You are the new guy right?" Deb asked.

Connor twisted his head around to see. He hadn't seen this nurse before. She was the most poorly dressed so far. The uniform looked like it was much too big for her around the hips while being far too small across the bust. She had it unzipped and it was clear there was no bra. Her large breasts forced the unclasped top of her uniform open. They jiggled in time with her steps as she moved towards him.

"Yes. Connor Hartbury, but I'm not supposed to be here."

"I heard. You got yourself a pretty big fantasy about being a big shot CEO or something."

Something didn't feel right to Connor about this new nurse.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I'm Nurse Deb of course, see?" she asked, holding up the lapel of her uniform, "It says so right here."

"That just says nursing staff," he replied before turning to face the doctor's desk again as his neck had started to ache from twisting it around behind him.

"Yeah, well, I left my badge on my other uniform."

"Okay, fine, what do I care?"

"You know, you're being a real dick Connor Hartbury, especially since I was going to be so nice to you too."

She put her hand on his shoulder and ran her hand down his upper arm as she stepped around in front of him. He could barely feel her touch through the heavy fabric.

"I overheard Angela talking to one of the nurses, talking about you in fact. She's so adorable, trying not to let anyone know she was talking about your cock and your cum. But I was listening, and I filled in the gaps. I decided I wanted to take a look, and that's just what I'm going to do. It's so convenient when you're wrapped up in one of those little burritos."

She got down on her knees between his legs and unclasped his pants.

Last time he'd been in this situation Angela had been performing at the command of Ms Sarah, and then had denied him a second orgasm. He doubted that Ms Sarah would have sent a nurse in to see him, especially during his session with Dr Meehan.

"Should you be doing this? Are you even a nurse?"

She looked up at him, eyes full of mischief.

"No I shouldn't and no I'm not. How did you know, Mr Know-it-all."

"Oh!" he gasped as she got his pants down past his knees and started rubbing his rapidly swelling johnson inside his white, cotton underwear.

"You... you don't seem... like a nurse..."

"I'm going to be the best damn nurse your cock has ever seen dick boy."

She took hold of the waist of his underpants and pulled downwards, allowing his thickening rod to spring free, standing upwards.

"Oooh, nice one dick boy," she praised him, "you've got a really nice big cock here, and your balls are pretty big too, which is probably why Angela was so impressed. Your cum was wasted on her though, you should be saving it for me."

'What's with dick boy?' he wondered, since he was clearly older than her. At 39 he guessed he was about ten years older than her.

Deb stroked the sides of his shaft, not gripping, just sliding her hands along either side of it with her fingers.

"Oh god," he moaned at her sensual touch.

"You're going to be easy dick boy. Ms Sarah should thank me for getting your quick orgasms out of the way so she can really fuck you properly."

Connor was no longer concentrating on what she was saying and had no idea that she was even speaking. She'd wrapped a hand around his meat and was slowly wanking him, his pre-cum dripping down onto his tool where she smeared it all over in her soft, dainty grip. With her other hand she held his two heavy balls, rolling them around and fondling them in her fingers.

"Uhhh... yes... uhhh... god... uhhh," Connor moaned under her ministrations.

The orgasm yesterday with Angela had barely taken the edge off his desire. His cock was rigid, and now slimy with his own smeared pre-cum.

Connor wasn't actually watching what 'nurse' Deb was doing, so he was taken completely by surprise when his spongy head was engulfed by her wet, warm mouth.

Deb's expertise at oral gratification, on hard cocks at least, was unmatched by any other resident of Meretrix Hills, be they staff or inmate.

She opened her mouth wide and lowered it over the crown of his knob, so that he was well inside her mouth by the time he knew what was going on. Once he was deep, she closed her lips around his shaft, ensuring her teeth were not felt by him. Her lips glistened with her saliva as they slowly sank down his shaft. The tip of his prick nudged against her tonsils but after years of practice, her gag reflex was non-existent.

Connor was suddenly in the midst of the greatest blowjob he could never have imagined. Her lips, her tongue and her throat all massaged his prick with years of hard won expertise.

Deb worked Connor's cock like a master. She could deep throat better than anyone she had ever met, and she wasn't exactly shy about that fact either. The cock under her current care was already slick with pre-cum, and she was also adding her own copious saliva to the task of lubricating the hard, fleshy tube.

"Oh god!" Connor cried, swept up in the erotic pleasure.

"Muh met oo mever felt mamyfing wike mis mefore," Deb uttered around the tube steak she was pleasuring.

"Yes, oh god yes, suck my fucking cock," he pleaded with her, hoping with all of his might that she would suck a load out of his balls and swallow it all down.

Surprisingly though, and to the frustration of them both, he failed to orgasm in the next minute or so that Deb spent lathering his tool with attention. At first, she considered it a challenge and considered redoubling her efforts. Instead though, she decided to use it as an opportunity.

She stopped sucking his cock.

"No, please, keep going. Please don't stop. You can't leave me like this," he whined, all pretence of the CEO now abandoned in his need.

She grinned down at him.

"Don't worry dick boy, I told you I was going to be the greatest nurse your cock had ever met, and a nurse like that wouldn't leave you unsatisfied."

He watched closely as she started unhooking the front of the uniform she wore.

Her big tits slowly came into view, relatively pale, though with faint, faded tan lines. They were unhindered by any bra. Her nipples looked extremely hard, little nubs surrounded by average sized areolas, maybe 3 inches across. Once freed, she gave her nipples a tweak.

"You like my titties dick boy? Big aren't they? I love my great big titties. I love dick even more dick boy. But what I love more than either, is what it feels like when there's a great big dick like this one," she said.

She took hold of his shaft and held it up straight.

"That I get to play with," she continued, not breaking her tirade, "especially if I get to use my big, fat jugs on it. Just like this."

She leaned forward and Connor watched in awe as his hard-on slipped in between the heavy, pale melons she had hold of.

He wasn't sure, but they looked a bit smaller than Angela's. However, Deb was a much smaller girl than Angela, and Deb's tits looked simply amazing.

His cock, lubricated by his own pre-cum in addition to her saliva, both fluids in copious amounts, slid easily between the large breasts.

"Mmm... nice, huh? Dick boy?" she asked.

Connor simply moaned in reply, "Mmmm."

He'd had more sexual contact in two days at Meretrix Hills than he'd had in the last year of his supposedly stable marriage.

Deb tentatively lifted her breasts while holding them tightly together, forming a tight, slick tunnel to hold Connor's cock.

"Oh yes," Connor moaned in reply.

They both watched as his tip poked free of her cleavage on the downstroke of her knockers.

"See dick boy? Only the biggest dicks can do that. You really are something special after all, so I better get in while the getting's good."

Deb started working her titfuck with practiced ease, building up a nice rhythm that worked for both of them.

She varied her grip, and swivelled her torso back and forth, adding a twisting motion to the greatest titfuck he'd ever experienced. He really should have married a bustier bitch than the one he'd chosen, if this titfuck was anything to learn from.

She threw in a few pauses to release his dick and batter it around with her two heavy udders.

"Oh that's so good," Connor uttered as he watched her work.

Her breasts were soft, yet she held them so tightly that the friction was really starting to get to him.

Neither of them heard the door swing open as Dr Meehan returned with the keys to Connor's strait-jacket. They couldn't ignore his accusation though.

"What the hell is going on in here? Deb, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Hi Dr Meehan, I came early for my appointment... nghhh," she groaned as she came.

Her exhibitionism fired an orgasm through her at being discovered by the doctor as she titfucked his patient. She didn't even break stroke, holding her tits tightly together with Connor's tube steak still sandwiched between them.

"Sorry Doc," she told him, "but dick boy here was too good to refuse, especially while he's still wrapped up like this."

"Oh god," Connor moaned, clearly on the brink of eruption.

Dr Meehan stood in the open doorway of his office. Deb's public displays were not unheard of, and he'd witnessed her in the depths of her depravity before, but this full frontal display, in his own office, was a lot to process.

"Time for the finale," she told them both.

She craned her neck down to her bouncing breasts where Connor's tip continued its game of peek-a-boo out the top of her cleavage. Holding her tongue strong, she swiped it across the winking slit of his cock head, slurping up a little more of the copious pre-cum.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," Connor started chanting, his orgasm on the precipice.

Deb quickly enveloped the head and rapidly bobbed up and down, overstimulating the sensitive, nerve-filled tip with her lips, teeth and tongue.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH SHIT! TAKE IT YOU SLUT! YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKING WHORE! OH YES! TAKE IT!" Connor shouted as his orgasm electrified his body and caused his balls to start pumping his copious seed into Deb's vacuum-sealed mouth.

Dr Meehan was startled out of his shock and pulled the door shut behind him, hoping to muffle the sounds of Connor's orgasm. Part of him was worried about where Ms Sarah's wrath would land. He could tell that she considered Connor Hartbury a personal case, and Deb's actions were undoubtedly unsanctioned. He just hoped her ire would not be directed at him. Upon reflection, he remembered that she had already done her worst to him, and he settled back into the apathy that he spent most of his time wallowing in.

Deb's cheeks expanded as her gob was filled to bursting by Connor's baby-making seed. Her ability to swallow was another point of pride, but it seemed Connor had been put here to test her. After two quick swallows, she could feel her seal breaking, and a bit of his semen leaked from her mouth.

Annoyed, she let his firing tip slip from her mouth.

"Oh, yes," Connor moaned in orgasm.

His hips thrust, driving his dick up and down between Deb's enormous boobs as she maintained her grip on them, facilitating her 'world famous' titfuck.

Freed from the captivity of her mouth, Connor's semen spurted out the end of his dick. Deb took a shot in the nose, startling her. Several lines sprayed across her face as well. Most of it came to land atop her prodigious bosoms.

"Uhhh..." he moaned, spent.

They both heard the jingle of keys and padlocks as Dr Meehan went to work freeing Connor from the strait-jacket.

"Oh fuck," Connor cried in pain, as blood flowed into his arms and through arteries and veins that had experienced restricted flow for such a long time. "Ah shit!"

"Yes, I'm sorry Mr Hartbury, I didn't want to do it like this, but I'm afraid your little 'nurse' here has brought about a truncated timeline for our appointment. I suggest you get out of here, keep your nose clean, and hope she doesn't blame you for this."

Connor stood, swinging his arms, trying to assist the blood flow.

"Blame me? Who? Why?"

"Ms Sarah. Now I suggest you go, now."

Connor pulled up his pants. Eager to experience his freedom he moved for the door, shrugging off the strait-jacket and dropping it to the floor.




American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 03



"This place is insane," were his ironic words as he left the office of Dr Meehan.

As the door closed behind him, he did not see Dr Meehan unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers.

"Clean yourself up you cum-slut whore, and let's get this over with," he said to Deb, almost spitting the words. "And take off that damn uniform you stupid little bitch. You know she'll punish you for this, by god will she punish you."

"Oh doctor, you say the nicest things," she replied as she shed the uniform and used it to mop up the cum off her tits.

* * *

He felt like he was drowning in the Matron's pussy juices.

Ms Sarah held his head in a tight grip, both hands on his head, fingers entwined in his hair. She directed his amateurish, slurping, sucking, kissing lips around her quim. She'd taught him to stick out his tongue and really get it deep inside her snatch, or as deep as he could manage anyway. For an amateur, he wasn't bad. He needed a lot of practice, but he wouldn't be getting it with her.

"Henderson, you pervert, would you like to feel my tight, sweet pussy wrapped around your dick?" she asked him.

"Mgmph," he replied, muffled by her cunt.

"I hope your dick's up to it," she told him before lifting his face away from her muff.

He panted, enjoying the opportunity to replenish the oxygen he'd lacked as he laved, or rather, slaved over her sweet, tasty pussy.

He looked at her in awe. While he'd gone down on her, she'd removed everything she wore above the waist. Her skirt was still hiked up above her hips and her panties were still yanked over to the side to expose her dark pink pussy lips. Pale, creamy white unblemished skin graced her chest, in the shape of her phenomenal breasts. They had to be at least DD cups. Her areolas were a good 3 inches across and were a beautiful vibrant pink. Her bosoms sat proud on her chest with almost no sag at all, just enough of a sway to prove they were as natural as the day they grew.

She had a tattoo on her right arm of a spooky looking tree, completely devoid of vegetation, yet with an eerie face peering out of it.

His examination was cut short as she guided him up by pulling on his hair.

"Ah," he cried softly.

He stood in front of her, his pants around his ankles and his tie askew. His cock waved about, harder than he could ever remember it being. He was somewhat in shock that this event was even taking place. He'd expected to die without having ever lived out any of his fantasies, but now it appeared that Ms Sarah was more than willing to make them happen, even though he'd never told a soul.

"Mmmm," he moaned as she took a firm hold of his cock and pulled him towards her by it, aiming and guiding him to her soaked snatch.

"Oh," he gasped when the sensitive tip of his prick felt the kiss of her pretty, pink lips.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

Her slick lips slowly, effortlessly parted enough for his cock head to slip into the embrace of her labia, the flesh warm and welcoming.

"Oh god," he moaned.

"You like that huh? You're gonna like this even more."

"OH!" he cried at the intense pleasure as she undulated her hips and embedded the tip of his prick inside her. Her tight pussy gripped the sensitive spear tip while he simply stood there in shock.

He put his hands on her thighs, feeling the smooth, tight flesh and caressing her creamy thighs.

Unconsciously he pushed down on them, spreading her legs just that little bit further. Her pose alone would be enough for Henderson to shoot his wad, but somehow the sensory overload was giving him previously unknown stamina.

He may have been inexperienced with a sexually awakened woman, but he wasn't a complete fool. He stepped in to slowly drive the rest of his cock inside her.

"Oh yes," she moaned as she cupped her tits and pushed them high on her chest.

Henderson found a new level of shock to paralyse him when she craned her head forward towards him. She had to be extremely flexible and needed strong abdominal muscles to pull off her crunch.

With his cock buried deep inside her, Henderson stood frozen as he watched Ms Sarah's tongue dart out of her mouth to grab a quick lick of her engorged nipple. She repeated the action, at a tenth of the speed, slowly curling her tongue around her nipple and tugging on it with nothing but her tongue.

"Fuck me Henderson," she ordered him.

"Oh," he moaned, drawing it out, as he slowly withdrew from her steamy tunnel and the ridge around his cock dragged through her velvet embrace.

She used her fingers to tease the nipple she had licked, while she brought her other nipple-topped melon towards her mouth. Eschewing the tease this time, she wrapped her lips around it and started to suck.

Henderson pushed back to her depths, and with that one complete stroke he was truly lost. Watching her pleasure her own tits while she lay back on her desk with her legs high in the air had him completely subservient to her. From this point on he'd do whatever she asked.

When he had sex with his wife it was always slow and tender, but something about this Matron made him want to fuck her. Fuck her hard.

While she suckled on her own teat he built up a rhythm, swinging his hips back and forth, driving his rigid cock back and forth in her tight, pulsing pussy.

The feel of her thighs under his palms and fingers was extremely arousing, and his hands were kept busy feeling and caressing them.

"Not bad Henderson. Not bad at all," she praised him, before going back to caressing and suckling on her own tits.

"Oh, oh, oh," he chanted in time with his thrusts.

His efforts weren't too bad for an amateur, and Ms Sarah knew she'd be able to cum before long, but she wanted to wring every bit of enjoyment from him that she could.

Shifting her legs around, and moving her hips, she adjusted the angle on which Henderson was fucking her. It caused him to stimulate her G-spot, and just barely brush against her clit. It wasn't hurtling her towards an orgasm, but she would get there and it was feeling great. Henderson seemed to be coping too.

She'd moved her legs around, so that one stood parallel to his body. Her long left leg was right in front of him, with her foot just taller than his own head. Her shapely calf was right in front of him, the muscled limb presented to him on a platter.

Leaving one hand on her dangling leg, he wrapped the other arm around her left leg, embracing it and holding it to him.

He was fucking her with even more power now, reaching new heights of arousal.

Going with the moment, he kissed her leg.

Ms Sarah started to have a little orgasm. The inspector was turning out to be more fun than she'd anticipated.

His kisses morphed into sucking on her leg. The skin was so smooth he briefly wondered how she managed it, before reverting back to simply enjoying it. He began to lick her leg in long swathes, bathing it with his tongue.

He was actually quite a capable multi-tasker, driving his hard prick inside her honeyed pot while simultaneously loving all up and down on her leg.

Inevitably it couldn't last forever, and she was well experienced at listening out for the hitch in breathing, and the falters in rhythm that announced a man's imminent cum fest.

"Sit down Henderson," she told him.

He stumbled in his motions, distressed that she seemed to be asking him to stop.

"Ms Sarah?" he asked, his tone clearly whining.

He was still slowly sliding back and forth inside her while he held her leg in his grasp.

"You'll do as I say if you know what's good for you Henderson. You need to trust me," she told him, looking into his eyes and conveying her meaning through sheer force of will.

Looking into her eyes made it easy for him. It had all been too good up until now. He had begun to expect total nirvana, but a creature such as Ms Sarah was not like that. He needed to be taught and controlled.

He sat back in the chair, his cock soaking in pre-cum and Ms Sarah's lubricating sap.

Ms Sarah languidly got herself back together. Her orgasm had been nice and satisfying, by no means head-poundingly Earth-shattering, but nice and unexpected.

Henderson had his head hung low, submissively. She'd have to organise an up and coming dominatrix to take him on, as he'd be a very satisfying little submissive with just a bit of training.

She brought her legs together over his lap, and lightly tapped his spongy tip with her toes, drumming a little beat.

"Oh," he gasped.

"Would you like to jerk off with my feet Henderson?" she asked.

He started hyperventilating. The highest form of affection he could bestow on a lady's feet, and she was gracing him with the opportunity to anoint hers.

"Huh, huh," he panted, "please, yes Ms Sarah, I'll do anything."

"Just do as you're told Henderson, now make it quick," she replied.

He carefully took hold of her feet and brought them to his hard-on, bringing her soft arches into contact with his wet cock and smearing their combined fluids over her feet.

Ms Sarah was basically done with Henderson now. He was under her control, she'd averted a crisis, and now she was back to thinking about Connor and his donkey dick. He was definitely going to take a lot more work than Henderson here.

He started to move her feet up and down, stroking his cock with the soft, yielding arches of her feet. There was quite a lot of lubrication left on his cock, plenty to complete the foot job he was getting anyway.

He was on the verge of cumming from the moment she offered her feet to him. It took him no more than about a dozen strokes to reach completion.

Henderson's cum splattered from the tip of his dick. His cum spurted up along her legs, leaving white, pearlescent streaks of man-juice adorning her pale flesh. He fired shot after shot, some of it dripping from her legs onto the floor.

He held her feet tight to his cock as he continued to pump them up and down his overexcited manhood. His balls lurched, shifting the largest amount of cum they'd ever handled up his tube to spray out over her legs.

When he finished cumming, he was mortified. He'd cheated on his wife with some... Witch! She was some kind of Harlot Witch who'd tricked and controlled him, making him do things he never would.

"Get out of here Henderson," she told him tiredly.

Ordinarily the mess he'd made might have been a turn on to her, but he was nothing but a distraction now. The satisfaction she normally had with a new conquest wasn't present here as she was hunting bigger game.

Henderson quickly got himself together haphazardly and fled her office. He found the signs leading him out to his car. Within about an hour, probably two at the outside, he'd decide that the Harlot Witch of Meretrix Hills, Ms Sarah, was still controlling him and making him do things. He'd decide to stick by their agreement in the hopes that he might have another opportunity for her to make him do things physically. Then on the way home he'd pick up another fetish magazine and beat his meat to the memory of Ms Sarah's feet wrapped around his erection.

Administrator Glass watched a harried Henderson dart out to his car. He eagerly left his desk and hurried to Ms Sarah's office. The door was slightly ajar and he eased it open to find Ms Sarah striking a glorious pose.

She was topless and her beautiful, pale breasts hung perfectly on her chest with her pale areola on display and her glorious nipples hard and straining. Her skirt was hiked up and her panties pulled aside to reveal a recently fucked, frothy cunt with thin drips from her snatch down to her knees and heading slowly for her feet.

"Ms Sarah?" he asked tentatively.

She startled away from her dreamland and looked over to Glass.

"Get the fuck out of here you turd," she told him with a scowl on her face.

He hurried out, closing the door behind him. He rushed back to his office to masturbate. The sight of Ms Sarah like that was one that had haunted his dreams for many nights. Now it'd haunt his waking hours for the next few weeks as well.



American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 04



Thanks to SaneManiax for editing this particular installment.

Ahem, so now, we head back inside the stark building known as Meretrix Hills Asylum. It's another hallway. This one extremely dank, and the definite look of a seldom travelled or even cleaned passage. We find Laura, hurrying down the hall in heels that are certainly beyond the regulations of footwear allowed for patients of the asylum...

Laura shuddered as she stood in front of the heavy imposing door, knowing just how tough this was going to be. She was going to have to pull out all the stops. The string bikini she wore under her ugly uniform was certainly going to help in that regard.

She could feel the strings around her curves, digging in under the pressure of holding up her big tits.

Her piercing was clearly visible through the material, at least when it wasn't covered up by her uniform anyway. She loved the way it kept her nipple hard and distended.

She opened the door, the latch squeaking, removing any hope of getting the drop on him. Not that she thought there was much chance of that anyway. He had the reflexes and instincts of a weasel. Well, maybe a weasel that enjoyed inflicting pain and was evil to the core.

She looked around at the dank room, again as disturbed as she was every time she was in here. She was surrounded by all kinds of medical equipment, all hidden in shadows. Some of it was recognisable from her time as a nurse, but most of it was surgical and she'd never been a surgical nurse. It was definitely an uncomfortable decor.

"Laura, to what do I owe the pleasure?" a thin, reedy, sneaky, and above all, weaselly voice asked.

Laura turned in shock, although in hindsight she should have known he would be lurking in the shadows somewhere.

She'd pretty much walked past him as she slowly entered his 'office', for want of a better word. Operating room and laboratory were two other words that seemed very applicable.

"Dr Ramirez, I need a favour," she told him.

"Oh really? Well this is a turn up for the books," he replied, brightly. "And I'm going to hazard a guess that this is a favour you would like to keep hidden from our dear Matron, correct?"

He was such a weasel, always intelligent enough to see the best way through a problem or opportunity and quick enough to seize it every time. Still, it was exactly as she'd expected.

"Yes Dr Ramirez, that's correct."

"Well-well, I suppose that might be possible. What do you require of me?"

"I'm bringing in a guest, a FUCKING SKANK WHORE!" she suddenly shouted, her emotions getting the best of her as she thought of her target.

He was startled by the outburst but Laura's mood swings were pretty well known by almost every resident of the asylum. Mostly if they weren't targeted at you and you didn't provoke her, you were fine. He'd never been the target before, as he projected his own aura of fear and so far the two of them had never had cause to clash. He wasn't stupid enough to provoke her.

"Yes?" he asked, warily.

"I was hoping you might be willing to help me, 'entertain' her," she asked, making quotation marks in the air with her hands.

Her past as a nurse meant Ramirez was confident she knew exactly what she was saying when she used that code word.

"A plaything, really?" he asked.

"Yes, but not just for you, I want to play with her as well. A lot," she replied

It had been quite a while since he'd 'entertained' a 'plaything', so the prospect of a doing so again was very exciting, but unfortunately, impossible.

"I'd love to help you Laura, but Ms Sarah has banned me from entertainments I'm afraid. It would be too much of a risk."

"I thought you might say that at first."

Laura yanked open her uniform, popping the single button that held it closed, revealing her DDs trapped inside the string bikini.

"Oh," Ramirez grunted at the sight.

The string bikini was a zebra pattern with pink edging, and it was technically a one piece. The strings ran from around her neck, like a halter top, down over her big, olive titties, widening just enough to conceal her nipples and then down and around to her hips where they joined the waistband. The covering over her mound was so thin it was see through, revealing that she was shaved bald. At the back, her arse crack was barely hidden by the skimpy material.

"So I came prepared to sweeten the deal," she told him.

Her nipples were already hard. She reached up and tweaked her piercing, drawing his attention to it.

"Oh Laura," he moaned.

"You like?" she asked.

She turned slowly to let him get a look at the big olive globes of her arse spilling out of the tiny bottom.

"Oh you slut, you know I can't resist you."

Laura smirked as she watched him start shedding his clothes. His six inch peter came into view, hard already. It waved around as he stripped.

When finished, he stepped towards her, eager to get his hands on her smooth skin and have his way with her. She knew she needed to get the business dealt with first.

"My favour?" she asked with her hand on his hairy chest, holding him at bay.

She'd played him perfectly. He'd sell his own mother to a slave trader to have her at this point.

"Yes, yes, I'll do it you fucking bitch," he told her eagerly.

His cock pushed up against her bikini clad mound as he stepped into her embrace and filled his hands with her jiggly butt cheeks. He rolled them around in his hands.

"Oh god yes," he moaned.

His hairy chest rubbed against her nipples through her bikini.

"Mmm, you're so easy doctor," she told him.

He didn't like the thought of being so easily manipulated by someone he saw as easily manipulated.

"Be careful Laura, don't forget Daniel," he told her in annoyance and with more than a hint of menace.

How could she forget? Very few people knew how truly vengeful, evil, depraved and conniving Dr Ramirez could be. He had no limits. Daniel's fate proved that. Still, Laura wasn't always at the top of her game in keeping control of her own impulses.

She slapped him across his face.

"You won't fuck with me like that Ramirez or I'll fuck you up!" she told him with a rising voice.

"Fucking whore!" he barked in pain and anger.

He lifted her up by taking full grip of her arse. She was heavy for the small man, but he didn't have far to lift her before dropping her onto the hospital bed on her arse.

He took the opportunity to worm his fingers under her outfit and enjoy the feeling of her warm arse crack with his finger tips.

He sat her there and pulled out her big tits, pulling her bikini to the sides. He latched onto her unpierced nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

"Mmm," she moaned in pleasure.

He swirled his tongue around and sucked in as much of her huge breast as he could. He suckled on the breast flesh for a moment, before biting on the nipple, using his teeth hard.

"Ah!" she cried in pain.

"You arsehole!"

"Fucking bitch," he replied.

He still had his hands feeling up her delectable booty. He took her piercing between his teeth and pulled away from her.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Yes!"

He reached around and pulled aside the bikini from her weeping snatch, before releasing her bosom to let it bounce back into place.

"I'm gonna fuck you now slut. But you owe me. You're going to get something for me from outside."

He drove his prick inside her slick tunnel, burying it to the hilt.

"Oh fuck," she cried at his rough entrance into her pussy, "What... What are you talking about, just get it yourself outside, you're not a fucking inmate."

"You want my help, my entertaining expertise, then you'll do as I say you crazy bitch."

He pulled back and slammed home again.

Despite herself and her opinion of him, Laura was getting into it, her pussy leaked around his cock as it drove back and forth inside her. His dick wasn't anything special, but he knew how to fuck, and how to work the angles.

He held her thighs as he pumped his hips back and forth.

Her tits bounced, jiggling.

He climbed up onto the bed in an effort to get more leverage and power.

Laura threw her legs wide open and lifted them into the air, her illicit heels still on her feet.

"Oh god yes," he moaned.

"Uh, fuck me you arsehole."

She brought down her legs to wrap around his arse, encouraging his pumping efforts and helping him drive harder and faster.

"You'll get me what I want or I won't help you at all, and I might even tell Ms Sarah what you're planning."

He had her pinned down, but she still felt angry at his manipulation of her. She bucked hard against him, trying to throw him off but it didn't work, he held her tight.

She managed to roll them off the bed and they crashed to the floor.

"AH FUCK!" he cried in pain as she landed on top of him, his back and arse slamming into the floor

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

She crouched over, continuing to slide up and down his rod. Then she bit his ear and pulled against it, stretching it away from him.

"OH FUCK!"

Suddenly he took hold of her arse again and started pounding up into her.

The pain wasn't having the effect she expected, but his efforts were turning her on. He was fucking her hard now. His dick slid in and out of her slimy cunt.

She started bucking on top of him, releasing his ear, unable to hold back her cries of passion.

"YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD RAMIREZ! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK! I'M CUMMING ARSEHOLE! DON'T STOP FUCKING ME!"

Ramirez was reaching his own point of no return.

"Oh god, yes, cum for me you slut," he encouraged her.

Her snatch milked his cock as she came. It pulsed and sucked on him.

She threw back her head and cried, "OH! GOD! YES!"

She looked awesome as she came, her olive skin glistened with sweat and her nipples stood proud. Her tits jiggled, shook and bounced as she rode him. The sight of her was too much to withstand.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming."

He pulled her back down to him and managed to get a tit into his mouth and suck it for all he was worth. His other hand held her arse feeling the bikini before snaking a finger up to her arsehole and using the sweat to slide inside.

"OH YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" she cried as her orgasm hit a new peak.

His back arched and he drove himself upward, as deep inside her as possible. His balls lurched and started pumping cum up his tube steak. His slit dilated as a deluge of man cream started flooding her cunt, mixing with her own orgasmic fluids. His seed splashed against her cervix and she could feel it splashing back.

Her pussy was soon full and their fluids started gushing back out through the tight seal of their coupling.

Ramirez was rigid as he came, while Laura tried to keep fucking him to prolong her orgasm. It wasn't easy to keep riding him with his finger shoved up her arse, but it felt so fantastic that she wasn't about to make him remove it.

"You enjoyed that Laura. You really should come and see me more often."

There was no doubting he was a good fuck, but he was unsettling, disturbing and discomforting and after a while that seeped into the sex and made people sick. Still, maybe she should try to squeeze in a visit once in a while.

* * *

The showers of Meretrix Hills have always been surprisingly clean. That's just how Ms Sarah prefers it, so that's how it is. Sometimes all it took from her was a simple offhand comment, for entire policies to change. She liked hygiene. She liked people to be clean. Sometimes things had to be done at strange times, and it just wouldn't do to have to do those things without everything being clean.

For this though, Ms Sarah wanted a bit of filth. She wanted this to feel like a true punishment. It was always hard to find something to truly punish the slut though, because despite the fact that she was so disobedient, she seemed to get off on just about anything Ms Sarah either did to her, or ordered someone else to do to her.

She was there, waiting for Ms Sarah, just as instructed. The whore was wearing that black and aqua tiger striped bikini she'd had smuggled in. Ms Sarah knew everything that was trafficked into the asylum, but chose which items to interdict or allow passage through. She tended to reward the obedient inmates with a lax contraband policy. While the slut didn't necessarily fit that description, Ms Sarah had other reasons for allowing the occasional piece of contraband in for her.

Ms Sarah strode into the shower area, her shiny, black leather, high heeled pumps clicked on the tiles as she walked. She knew the slut well, and dressing seductively would affect her almost as it would a man. Her stockings were black and about 30 denier, not that her legs needed assistance to look amazing. She wore a garter belt to clip them to. She also wore a flowing, sheer, black chiffon robe that almost dragged on the ground. It billowed as she walked and displayed the fancy black lace bra encasing her spectacular tits. An unusual factor for her was the dress gloves she wore, again in a sheer, black material. The pièce de résistance though was the fact that she had decided that it would be much better to simply go without panties for this little punishment.

Her bald pussy was beautifully framed by the straps holding up her stockings and the garter belt itself. Ms Sarah was far from an exhibitionist, but she knew that her naked body had a lot of power, especially where Deb was concerned as she had a little bit of a girl-crush, despite being such a cock-hungry slut. The point was, being naked didn't turn Ms Sarah on in any particular way, but the power she was displaying over the bound whore certainly did. She wasn't dripping, but she could feel moisture between her lips.

"You do know why you're here, don't you slut?" she asked the whore on her knees.

She nodded, and tried to answer yes, but couldn't speak through the ball gag in her mouth.

"I'd ask you to tell me about it, but I think that's going to be a little bit difficult for you right now, isn't it?"

She stared down at the slut who knelt in the wide, tiled, communal shower area. She'd specifically chosen this area for the excellent drainage. She didn't want to deal with this kind of filth in her office.

The ball gag was of course, red, with a black leather strap buckled around her head. At the moment the gag was simply inconvenient, but later, when it stopped the slut from doing what she craved, that was when the true punishment would be felt.

It appeared that the slut simply had her hands behind her back, but Ms Sarah knew that she was in fact, cuffed that way. She wasn't heartless or overly mean, so the cuffs were cushioned with rubber, which was, importantly, waterproof.

The whore did have a nice set of breasts. Her bikini pushed the big, bulging bosoms up into a long line of cleavage. She could already see the slut's nipples straining against captivity.

The bikini bottoms were tiny at the front, but of course that wasn't a problem for such a harlot as her thatch was always shaved bald. Her thighs plumped up pleasingly as she knelt upon them.

Inexplicably, she had tan lines across her breasts, though they were faint, obviously from a more modest bikini. From memory it had been months since she'd seen proper sunlight. The bitch was blessed with skin that simply loved sunlight, unlike Ms Sarah's own pale complexion, though admittedly the hate was mutual between herself and the sun. She could still appreciate a nice tan, even though she'd never had one herself.

"You took what was mine."

The slut dropped her eyes to Ms Sarah's feet in submission.

"Not even going to deny it are you?"

She shook her head negatively.

Ms Sarah felt her lips curl upwards, snarling, and her teeth ground together in anger.

"Those orgasms were mine you fucking bitch," she told the slut, menacingly. "But you're such a nymphomaniac that you couldn't resist. Just had to have yourself a taste of what doesn't belong to you.

"I couldn't really decide how I was going to punish you. Certainly nothing so far has taught you the error of your ways. I really try my best, my hardest, with you slut. You are so obedient when I'm around, but so fucking disobedient as soon as my back is turned."

Ms Sarah moved over and took hold of the whore's tits. She tickled the nipples with her thumbs, rubbing over them and tweaking them side to side. They grew even longer, thicker and harder.

"Eventually I decided to try and show you what it's like to have something taken from you."

The slut looked up in fear, just as Ms Sarah grabbed onto her nipples and twisted them around as hard and painfully as she could.

"MMMFFF!" she moaned through the gag and fell sideways, dragging her pained nipples out of Ms Sarah's grasp.

"DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH HIM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AGAIN YOU SLUT!"

Ms Sarah leaned over the nymphomaniac, her eyes blazing in anger and hatred. She panted, the sudden outburst having raised her heart rate and breathing in an instant. The line about taking something from her and then yanking on her nipples was designed to put the fear of losing her tits into the slut. But that wasn't what today was about.

"Ahem..." she coughed to clear her throat, "don't worry, those pretty tits of yours are safe for now, but we are going to try something different today. Andrew?"

"Yes, Ms Sarah," the big orderly rumbled from around the corner.

"Please join us," she said with a malicious smile down at the slut.

Andrew was one of Ms Sarah's most loyal pets. Deb had tried, on several occasions, to get a piece of him. He was tall and broad, about 6'7" and was easily the biggest, toughest orderly of Meretrix Hills. Deb was certain he had a nice, big, thick cock too.

He stepped into view, wearing nothing but a pair of loose, flowing shorts. He wasn't completely chiselled, no six pack, but there was no flab either. He had muscle and bulk in equal proportions. His dark hair was closely trimmed and he stayed clean shaven. His nose had taken a few hits, hinting at a rough life, but he was handsome enough in a rugged way.

"Thank you Andrew."

Deb watched as Ms Sarah reached high and ran her fingers through his hair. She ran her other hand around his pectorals and then trailed her hand down his belly to the waistband of his shorts.

"May I, Andrew?"

He turned to look into her eyes.

"I promise it will be ok," she replied, looking back into his gaze... comfortingly.

Deb had never seen this side of Ms Sarah, she would never even have dreamed it existed. She was treating him with kindness.

"Ok," he answered finally in a gravelly voice and with a nod of his head.

Ms Sarah moved behind him and slowly pulled down his shorts.

Unexpectedly, Andrew's soft cock was not the monster Deb had pictured it to be. It was... well it was average. Actually it was less than average. Well, it was hard to tell because it was attached to a tank of a man. It was definitely possible that he was a 'grower' rather than a 'shower'. Deb wasn't picky either, but she'd had high expectations.

"Isn't she pathetic?" Ms Sarah asked Andrew while she looked down on Deb, the disobedient, nymphomaniac slut. "Look at her, handcuffed and gagged with her big tits bulging out of her bikini. She's such a naughty slut too Andrew. She disobeyed me. We're going to punish her Andrew. You and I."

He again looked into her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll guide you the whole time. Why don't you start by feeling up her tits a bit? They are quite nice after all."

 He stepped forward to Deb, who knelt submissively, cuffed and gagged. He brought his hands up to her bikini-clad breasts and gently cupped them in his hands, feeling the soft flesh cradled in his palms. His thumbs pressed against her hard nipples through the bikini.

 "Mmmm," Deb moaned in response, through the gag.




American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 04



"Get them out Andrew, I want her to really feel this."

Andrew gently lifted them up while he peeled back the bikini, exposing her large breasts to Ms Sarah and himself.

"Go on," she prompted, "she's pretty proud of them and they are quite nice, so grab hold of them Andrew."

Again he took hold of her pale jugs, sliding his hands around, up, down and side to side, pushing her tits back and forth and enjoying the soft, heavy flesh. Deb could plainly tell he was fascinated by her breasts, and in particular her nipples, as he rubbed his palms against the straining nubs and gently tweaked them between his thumb and fingers.

 "Twist them," Ms Sarah told him, almost startling Andrew and Deb as they were both caught up in his gentle fondling.

 He looked down into Deb's eyes and she recognised that there was reluctance, regret and apology, all conveyed with only a look.

Gently he took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. With one last apologetic look into her eyes, he looked down at her nipples and gave them a sharp squeeze.

Pleasure exploded within Deb's substantial breasts. She was no stranger to pain, and though Andrew was following instructions and clearly trying to hurt her, it was well within her pleasure zone.

"Andrew," Ms Sarah said with a warning tone, "I know you can do better than that."

 Suddenly pain exploded in Deb's teats. Andrew had been holding back. It felt as if he'd squeezed her nips with a pair of pliers. Not content, he started twisting. The pain found a higher threshold and it felt like he was trying to rip her nipples off.

She moaned and screamed but only muffled grunts and groans were audible through her gag.

 "That's better," she told him.

"I know you think you're up for anything slut, but you haven't even scratched the surface of what I'm capable of," she told Deb, almost snarling at her.

 Andrew let go of her nipples, leaving behind a deliciously pleasurable, throbbing, warm sensation. Deb thought that Ms Sarah hadn't even scratched the surface of what she was capable of enjoying.

"Now watch this you slut," she told Deb.

Ms Sarah knelt down and took Andrew's cock in her hand. She lifted it up in her hands to aim it at Deb, while starting to run her fingers over it in a caressing manner.

 Deb could see it start to plump up in time to his heartbeat. Being well-versed in the behaviours of cocks, she could tell he was going to get hard fast, and be incredibly hard once fully erect. That would make him a risk for a quick trigger, not that that bothered her, and besides, it also made him likely to get hard again for a second round quite quick too.

Deb watched jealously as Ms Sarah started to stroke Andrew's cock with more fervour. She now realised just how Ms Sarah intended to torture her. She intended to get Andrew hard and parade his cock around in front of her but not let her enjoy it in any way.

 "Mmm, look at Andrew's cock, you slut. Isn't it just perfect? So responsive." She ran her fingertips around the crown and over his slit, stirring the pre-cum that was bubbling up out of his shaft. She rubbed it all over the head, leaving it slick and shiny.

True to her prediction, Andrew's cock was already very hard. Ms Sarah's fingers toyed with it, stroking it lightly and softly caressing it, paying particular attention to the pulsing, slimy head.

 "Mmmm," she moaned, clearly addressing Deb, "so hard, and all for me. Should I stroke it Andrew? Would that make you happy? Or maybe I should suck on it?"

 Deb struggled against her bonds to no effect.

"Oh look, I think Deb wants to suck on your cock. Too bad she can't, Andrew. I know she prides herself as a bit of a blowjob queen too."

Deb watched as Ms Sarah slowly jerked Andrew's cock in front of her. Ms Sarah didn't know it, but Deb was salivating at the sight of Ms Sarah's slow hand job. It was soft, sensual and Andrew's eyelids has started to flicker. Though Deb was capable of such a hand job, it wasn't her usual style, she often went in hard and fast. And there wasn't a saint or slut alive that could suck a cock anywhere near as well as she could.

 "Watch this you little bitch," Ms Sarah told her, forcefully.

 Ms Sarah stuck out her tongue. Tantalizingly, she brought the head of Andrew's cock toward her mouth while leaning forward. Her tongue reached out, curling upwards to the crown of his cock. Andrew shuddered as his hard, pulsing tip was suddenly cupped by Ms Sarah's curled tongue.

Deb watched on in professional appraisal as Ms Sarah started displaying her own, clearly considerable cock sucking talents. She slurped up the pre-cum that dribbled from his slit, and her tongue began making laps around the purple tip. Her lips were kissing the slick flesh, as she puckered her lips and made out sensually with his hard on.

Deb twisted involuntarily, wishing she could do something to increase her own pleasure and potentially bring on her own orgasm. She had a hair trigger it was true, but she'd need some kind of stimulation.

 "Oh, oh, Ms Sarah, so good... Thank you so much Ms Sarah... That's incredible, but... Ms Sarah I... I think... Oh god, I think I might... Oh, yes... I'm going to cum soon Ms Sarah... If you don't stop I'm going to cum Ms Sarah," he stuttered through his bliss, his demeanour not matching his voice at all.

Ms Sarah took her time responding, continuing the amazing blowjob and trusting Andrew not to cum without permission. Finally, she moved her hands to continue stroking him, freeing her mouth to speak.

"That's the point Andrew. You're supposed to cum, and this bitch gets none of it. But I'm going to really rub it in her nose too. Literally."

Ms Sarah pulled Andrew forward by his cock, all while she continued to stroke him, using his cock drool as lubrication. Andrew's shaft was now being stroked right into Deb's face and she looked at it, completely envious of Ms Sarah.

Deb was so close to Andrew's cock, she knew that if she leaned forward, his cock would start bumping into her face. She was sorely tempted, but knew she'd be punished by Ms Sarah if she did so, and since this was already punishment, it probably wasn't worth it.

"Would you like to feel his cock Deb? He's very hard you know..."

Deb nodded, the gag preventing her from speaking.

"I thought so. You're a cock whore, you know that? Nothing but a damn slut for any piece of swinging meat that comes along."

A shudder passed through Deb's body as she reacted pleasurably to the abuse. This particular kink of getting off on abuse was not news to Ms Sarah, but Deb could never be sure if the abuse was intended to hurt Deb or bring her pleasure. Not that it mattered, Deb always took pleasure in it.

Ms Sarah suddenly pulled Andrew forward just one more step, and his iron rod bumped into her face, sliding over her cheek and bumping her nose, as Ms Sarah continued jerking him.

"Oh god... Ms Sarah I... I'm sorry but I-"

"Yes, now Andrew, you can cum now."

"Oh god," he moaned.

Even Deb felt his cock lurch as it started ejecting its load. The first shot must have sailed over her head, or landed in her hair, as Deb didn't feel it hit her face.

"Shit!" Ms Sarah exclaimed having plans for where Andrew's cum should go and clearly annoyed at having missed the first time. She aimed his cock down and Deb watched as Ms Sarah started painting her face with the bucking piece of meat, shooting its white goo all across her face in pearlescent lines.

 Before long she had a viscous shot across each eye, but her lashes prevented it from getting in her eye. She felt it on her lips, and became frustrated at the gag that prevented her licking it up.

"Ooh, here, here," Ms Sarah said, pulling at Andrew's cock and firing a shot directly into her nose. Deb inhaled air, thankful she could still breathe through her other nostril. Her vision was now impaired by the cum across her face. Andrew's cock continued firing and Ms Sarah continued to aim shots all over Deb's face. Deb could feel several lines of the thick juice slowly sliding down her face. She'd had thicker facials before, but it felt like an impressive job considering it was only one load and only one cock.

Andrew panted as he came down from his orgasm, and stepped back as Ms Sarah released his cock.

"Look at that, I let you feel his cum on your face you dirty slut. You should consider yourself very privileged my filthy little whore. And damn if I haven't ever seen anyone as filthy as you. Look at you, covered in spunk, cum all over your face. You're nothing but a dirty, filthy slut," she told Deb. Again Deb was unsure but uncaring of whether it was intended to be hurtful or not.

"In fact, I think you need a shower. It's a good thing we brought you here then, isn't it? Andrew, don't you think Deb needs a shower?" she asked.

Deb watched, confused, as Andrew stared back at Ms Sarah, not immediately answering.

"Shall I turn on the taps Ms Sarah?" he asked, breaking the silence, yet seeming completely defeated for some reason.

"Mmmmm..." Ms Sarah hummed in seeming indecision, "No, I don't think we'll need them just yet."

Ms Sarah stood up in front of Deb, looking like a champion standing over a defeated, pitiful foe. Deb could see her engorged pink pussy lips dripping with her sweet, natural essence. She watched as Ms Sarah slid her hands down her body sensually. Slowly they crept towards her bare pussy, sliding closer to the soft pink petals of her labia. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to orally satisfy Ms Sarah. She'd need the ball gag off to free her tongue though.

Ms Sarah's pussy dripped with arousal. This was an entirely new form of punishment for Deb, who always required creativity for true punishment. She wasn't a masochist, but neither was Ms Sarah a sadist. Ms Sarah's punishments always revolved around sex in some way. With Deb, there was always a risk that while an experience might be intended to discipline her it might instead end up actually energizing her.

"I'm going to enjoy this, you have no idea how long I've been holding on, you little bitch," she said, with just a hint of relief in her voice. Ms Sarah had been preparing for this one for a while. It had been on the list of experiments to try with Deb for a while. As a precaution she'd included the standard denial to cock as a sure form of punishment since Deb always hated that.

"Oh slut, this is going to be such a relief for me. You see I've been holding back. Are you ready to see me finally let go slut?" she asked cryptically.

Deb looked up at Ms Sarah in confusion. Was Ms Sarah about to truly hurt her, physically harm her, maybe even kill her?

Her fingers finally reached her pussy. She cocked her hips forward and opened her pussy, splaying the lips apart with her fingers. Just as Ms Sarah got close enough that Deb could have stuck out her tongue and tasted her superior juices if not for the gag, she suddenly realised what was about to happen and found that she was anticipating it. Despite what Ms Sarah may have hoped, it seemed that Deb's kinks and fetishes did extend to what was about to happen.

Ms Sarah leaned back and aimed before finally letting go, having held onto her bladder for most of the day using various well toned muscles and mental techniques. It felt like opening a flood gate. It practically gushed out of her, and arced through the air to basically splash over Deb's face.

"Oh god, yes," Ms Sarah murmured, feeling the relief of finally letting go of all that pressure inside her. She'd held on for so long that there was an element of pain mixed in with the pleasure of finally releasing the pressure. She looked down at the pitiful slut being sprayed with her urine, feeling a sense of satisfaction at inflicting something new upon the filthy whore.

Deb felt the hot liquid blast her in the face. It gushed all over her face in such a way that it was almost like having a bucket of water thrown in her face, except for the fact that the water was almost hot.

The spray made it hard for her to keep her eyes open, so she blinked rapidly, trying to memorise the majestic, erotic sight of Ms Sarah letting go all over her. She could feel the liquid trickling her neck and over the slopes of her breasts. There was so much that it continued down her body and over her thighs until it reached the floor and ran towards the drain. She could feel that it had already soaked her bikini top and bottom.

She idolised Ms Sarah, and sure, she misbehaved, but it was often only so that she would in fact be punished. But now, as her strong mistress leaned back and graced her with this golden shower, Deb found herself wanting to taste. Her mouth was still gagged, so there wasn't much she could do. The fluid ran over the ball gag though, and she sucked at it, and worked her lips all around it, trying to draw in a taste. The first flutter of a taste exploded in her mouth. She wasn't able to get much, but the flavour was so strong that the barest amount had a huge impact.

Deb moaned, and her eyes fluttered shut as she focused on the flavour of Ms Sarah. Later, she'd regret not spending every moment staring at the Matron, and committing her to memory, but the taste was so strong she completely lost focus.

Although it wasn't long, it felt like an age before Ms Sarah's bladder emptied itself. She looked down at the disobedient, cock-hungry whore and realised that the bitch was getting a kick out of the golden shower. It was frustrating. But she wouldn't let Andrew or the slut know that a plan had failed. Instead she'd lock her up in solitary on cock-denial a bit longer. It was always a sure-fire success, but she'd really hoped to add another arrow to her quiver of punishments for the cunt.

Speaking of the cunt, she hadn't yet realised that the shower was over. She looked to be in bliss as she sucked on the ball gag. She glanced over at Andrew and realised he was fidgeting, shifting his weight from side to side.

"What is it?" she asked him.

"Sorry Ms Sarah, but I need to go," he answered.

"Go? Go where? You have nowhere else to be."

"No, not go, go," he replied, placing emphasis on the second go and glancing at the piss-soaked slut.

Ms Sarah's eyebrows raised at the realisation that he also wanted to piss on her. Andrew was obedient and almost entirely dependent on her. He had his needs and she made sure they were met, but never before had he shown much interest in kinks like this.

"You want to have a turn?" she asked, amused.

"I... no... I just need... I just have to go and well..." he stammered.

The poor thing didn't want to admit it. She smiled lopsidedly, definitely amused at seeing Andrew show some personality.

"Well go on then. Time for round two slut."

Deb was still in her own world, sucking on her ball gag. She hadn't even realised that Ms Sarah had finished, and she completely missed the conversation. The first sign she had of all that was when she felt Andrew's direct stream hit her cheek. She knew straight away that it was different as it was more direct. Ms Sarah had been like a wide spray, while Andrew's urine formed a tightly focused beam.

She blinked her eyes open to see Andrew holding his soft cock and directing his stream at her. He changed his aim to piss over her tits, slowly hosing her down. Looking up to his face, Deb found herself a little disturbed but couldn't work out why.

Ms Sarah looked at Andrew as he pissed all over Deb. Unlike Deb, she knew what was disturbing about Andrew right now. His expression was almost horrified at what he was doing, but his eyes were intent and intense, clearly he was thoroughly enjoying this, but a big part of him was horrified by what he was doing and even more horrified at the part of him that was enjoying it. She'd seen looks like that before. Andrew just became someone she'd have to keep an eye on.

Again Deb experienced the feeling of piss trickling down her body. This time it wasn't Ms Sarah's so some of the thrill was missing, but she still enjoyed it. She no longer felt the need to suck at her ball gag though. She twisted her hips, wishing like crazy that she could just maul her pussy and bring herself off, but the cuffs prevented it.

Andrew's flow diminished, and Ms Sarah watched as it slowed to a stop.

"Thank you Andrew, that will be all," she said, dismissing him.

"Ms Sarah, I could-" he started, before being cut off by an icy stare from Ms Sarah. He'd found something in himself today, but it certainly wasn't anything that she hadn't seen before and it certainly didn't grant him any kind of privileges. Andrew was obedient and loyal, and that afforded him a certain treatment from Ms Sarah, but he'd just headed out over the ice, and only time would tell how thin that ice was.

Dejected, Andrew slowly left the shower block.

Ms Sarah looked down at the nympho slut, covered in piss. The cause for so much trouble. She was undoubtedly a powerful weapon in Ms Sarah's manipulations and 'empire' of sorts, but she was also one of the most troublesome. She wondered, not for the first time, whether she would ever prove to be more troublesome than her worth. There were certainly times where she'd considered extremely drastic measures with Deb, such as a mastectomy to remove one or both of those lovely, treasured tits of hers, or perhaps having her tongue removed, hampering those prized blowjob skills, but tellingly, she'd never taken the first step in any of those more drastic punishments. She was an extremely troublesome, yet loved family pet. She wouldn't be the first family pet to suddenly take a turn towards the untenable though.

But for now, the piss games were over, they were fun in their way, but it turned out they were just another fetish that Deb was able to take pleasure in. It was time for Deb to head into solitary and lose access to hard cock for a while more, pretty much the most effective punishment Ms Sarah had found for her. It was always a little dangerous afterwards though as Deb was likely to cause trouble in her quest for cock upon release, but without even that punishment, she just simply got out of control.

"Time for you to go back into solitary my little slut. You clearly enjoyed our little game today, but the bad news is that now you have more pleasure to pay me back for, which means more solitary for you."

Deb looked up at her pleadingly, clearly not wanting to go back to solitary. Deb's eyes dropped to Ms Sarah's snatch for just a moment, before flicking back up to her stern face.

Might as well take a little more pleasure from the slut while she had the opportunity though.

"Not a word now, you little bitch or you'll regret it."

Ms Sarah reached down and unbuckled the ball gag. She continued to hold Deb's gaze, giving her a warning look with raised eyebrows.

Despite the fact that Deb knew punishment was coming, she could see Ms Sarah was going to take up Deb's offer, which would bring pleasure for them both, so she wasn't going to risk that by defying Ms Sarah and speaking. With the gag out, Deb opened and closed her overtaxed jaw. It was a relief to finally be able to close her mouth, not that she'd be doing that for long.

"Do a good job, slut," Ms Sarah told her.

Ms Sarah took hold of her hair in a tight fist, as she knelt down in front of Deb. She continued down, reclining backwards and laying flat on the floor of the shower on top of her robe. As she lowered herself she pulled Deb's head downwards as well. Deb had to twist uncomfortably, to move as Ms Sarah demanded, bound as she was. Just as Ms Sarah lay back, Deb lost her balance and her face smacked into Ms Sarah's crotch.

"Mmmm, eager beaver little Deb? That's good."

Deb immediately got to work licking Ms Sarah's pussy. She could immediately taste Ms Sarah's juices, a flavour she was intimately familiar with, having sampled it directly from the source as well as coated on a hard cock on many occasions.




American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 04



She slid her tongue between the outer lips of Ms Sarah's gash, uncharacteristically gently, wanting to build up to her customary rapid assault.

Deb was self-admittedly not much good at munching kitty, her particular skill set lent more towards cock-sucking, but no-one could ever claim that she lacked for effort, especially when it was Ms Sarah's cunt she was chowing down on.

She sucked and slurped down the juices that were starting to flow from Ms Sarah's pussy. Not having the use of her hands was making things a little more awkward, but she suspected that was making it even better for Ms Sarah.

She built up the pace and did her best to swirl her tongue around and pucker her lips and suck Ms Sarah's labia and pull on it. She rubbed her nose over Ms Sarah's swelling clit. She fumbled around and tried to do things that she thought would feel good, but she'd just never acquired finesse.

Ms Sarah began directing the eager, clumsy whore. Deb was possibly the worst at licking pussy that she had ever met, but she was still able to achieve a result, usually by going at it so hard, sort of like a man in honesty.

It took a lot of work from both of them, but Ms Sarah started building towards an orgasm.

Deb sensed Ms Sarah's growing pleasure, which was turning her on as well. She was doing her best to stimulate her own pussy, rubbing her legs together as much as she could. It was a long shot, but there was a chance she might get an orgasm out of this herself.

Ms Sarah's preference was very narrow, a nice, big but not too big, extremely hard cock, shafting her just right, which usually meant she was in control but occasionally not. On top of that, some light clitoral stimulation. If she could somehow be destroying or controlling someone during sex like that, she would have a mind-shattering orgasm every time. That didn't mean she got no enjoyment out of having her pipes cleaned, though she usually preferred someone a little more skilled than Deb.

She felt the pleasure rising, in waves, towards the crescendo. She never really had too much trouble orgasming, which is probably why Deb's amateur efforts were able to succeed.

Deb's own pleasure was peaking, she just needed something a little more to tip her over. She got that when Ms Sarah herself orgasmed. She bucked her hips, but held tight to Deb's hair, holding her mashed against the Matron's pussy as it gushed her tasty girl juice.

"OH FUCK YES! YOU STUPID SLUT! SUCK MY CUNT YOU STUPID WHORE! FUCK YES! YES! YOU GODDAMNED BITCH! OH FUCK! YOU FUCKING HORNY SLUT! SWALLOW IT ALL BITCH!"

Deb moaned as her own orgasm fired off, but she was careful not to speak. Her pussy gushed, leaking her cum out onto the shower floor to mix with the remnants of the combined urine of both Andrew and Ms Sarah.

The two women rode their orgasms, one moaning, the other shouting and degrading the first. Both of them had achieved better orgasms in the past, but for Deb she knew she had to make this one count, and was focusing on the pleasure as much as possible.

When they both came down from the high, Ms Sarah released Deb's hair, who then slumped to the side and rested her head on Ms Sarah's thigh.

"Mmmm, not bad slut. But I have something else for you."

Suddenly Ms Sarah was gushing another fluid all over Deb. Deb was shocked to suddenly be receiving her third golden shower of the day. With the gag removed, she was able to do what she felt compelled to do, and did her best to do the first time. While Ms Sarah pissed all over Deb's face, Deb stuck out her tongue and sucked in a portion of the urine cascading into and down her face.

Ms Sarah watched as Deb drank her urine and thought to herself that Deb was very likely the most perverted charge she'd ever had under her care. Well, actually, that clearly wasn't true, but she was definitely the filthiest that managed not to creep out or disgust Ms Sarah herself. In fact, she somehow managed to take Ms Sarah along on her perverted ride through all things sexual. Though Ms Sarah would never allow Deb to take the reins.

Ms Sarah finished, stood up and looked down at the piss-soaked whore.

"Well that was surprisingly fun slut. I'll send someone along to take you to solitary shortly."

As a parting shot, before Ms Sarah left to have a long hot shower in her private bathroom, she spat in Deb's face.

"Don't fuck with me again!" she shouted as she left the shower block.



American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 05



The common room of Meretrix Hills is a gathering of lost souls, a menagerie of deformed creatures and a cacophonous bubble, all rolled into one. Strait-jacketed mental patients batter themselves against walls and tables while vacant-minded loons mutter to themselves and passersby. Amid this sea of forlorn hope, sits Connor Hartbury, considering all kinds of hopeless plans...

***

Connor again abandoned a germinating plan. This one would likely be foiled by the Administrator himself, since he was clearly in on the whole thing and in Ms Sarah's pocket to boot.

There were few opportunities available to him. He figured he could use Deb some way, since she readily defied the wishes of Ms Sarah, a trait that was apparently quite rare in the Asylum. The orderlies all seemed quite loyal, as did most of the other staff. Dr Meehan seemed an exception, but couldn't be relied upon due to apparent blackmail material. He'd heard about other staff too, but hadn't encountered them. He really needed to know more about where he was. He needed to scout, or get inside intel, maybe tips from someone who'd been there longer than him.

He looked over at one of the other inmates he'd been assessing recently. He'd heard her called Meg. As he observed her, she seemed to be observing him. He hadn't really paid her much attention to begin with as she mostly kept quiet. He did notice that she seemed to have her wits about her, and if she was observant, maybe he could use her.

She was hidden by her drab Asylum uniform, but Connor had noticed certain things about her. She was tall, maybe 5'9", with shoulder-blade-length brunette hair and mischievous blue eyes. Her fair skin was dotted with freckles. She was pretty thickly built too, but carried herself well, and more than a fair amount of her weight seemed to be carried on her chest, in her legs and on her ass.

"Meg, is it?" he asked.

"Yeah, Connor," she stated in reply.

He couldn't tell from her tone whether it was a question or not, so he answered, "Yeah, Connor. So... you been here a while?"

She looked at him, closely, staring at him even. It started to make him uncomfortable.

"You don't belong here, do you Connor?"

Shocked at the observant statement, he replied, "N-no, no I don't. How did you know?"

"Because, and I'm trusting you a lot by telling you this, neither do I."

Connor began to wonder who this was, as she was clearly different to any other patient he'd encountered. She seemed to be above it all.

"Wh-who are you?" he stuttered, still in a bit of shock at her revelation.

"I'm undercover, on assignment."

"What do you mean, like a reporter?" he asked, confused.

She looked at him with a sneer.

"No, not like a reporter, like a cop."

Suddenly Connor felt elation. If the police were investigating, maybe there was someone working on freeing him.

"How... how long have you been here?"

"Long enough."

She wasn't overly forthcoming with information.

Despite the new information, he still wanted to escape to stop the damage his bitch wife was undoubtedly doing to his company. Not to mention the poor conditions of the Asylum.

"Can you... can you get me out?" he asked with his heart in his throat.

"Maybe," she answered, looking at him appraisingly.

"Please, you've got to help me."

"I don't know, I've heard Ms Sarah has taken a big interest in you. Helping you is a hell of a risk."

Connor completely missed Meg glancing at his crotch, and therefore misinterpreted her following statement, believing she was referring to his company, rather than the rumours circulating regarding his equipment and Ms Sarah's apparent interest in them.

"But maybe you're worth it, after all I've heard a few things about you too."

"Well, I can make it worth your while when we get out."

Connor realised he could be digging himself a hole if she was a straight cop.

"Not like a bribe of course, more like a payment for services or a donation to the police force or something you know? Of course, I'd have to take control of the company again first."

"Act casual, and follow me," she told him before leading him from the common room.

She led him casually at first, but before long they were skulking down corridors, and Meg was looking around corners before continuing.

They took turns down passages Connor hadn't had a chance to fully explore just yet. She led him to a completely unknown area that appeared to be abandoned, aside from the lack of dust.

They snuck down another abandoned corridor, but Meg was less than graceful, and the scuffing of her steps echoed.

*Bang!* Suddenly a body slammed against the cell door they were sneaking past.

"FUCK ME! SOMEBODY FUCK ME! I CAN HEAR YOU OUT THERE! COME AND FUCK ME! LET ME SUCK YOUR BIG COCKS! CUM ALL OVER ME! FUCK!"

Connor easily recognised Deb's voice. This must be where she served out her solitary confinement. Clearly it didn't agree with her.


"In here," Meg told him, leading him into an unlocked cell.

"I broke the lock on this one a few weeks ago, even if they lock us in we'll still be free."

"Okay, but what are we doing in here?"

Connor looked around at the sparse cell. It was one of the solitary confinement cells so was especially bare. A single, buzzing globe illuminated their surrounds. The walls were white, but blotchy, as if stains had been scrubbed but simply wouldn't come out. The cot had the thinnest mattress Connor had ever seen, including his own paper-thin example.

Standing in front of the cot, Meg was hurriedly unbuttoning her uniform.

"What are you doing?" he asked, confused at the sudden turn of events.

"We don't have much time," she replied, "you should hurry up too."

"I don't... much time for what? What are you doing? What's going on?"

"Just trust me Connor, we need to get this done quickly."

She peeled her jumpsuit off, and Connor was treated to the sight of her jiggling body as she pulled her arms and legs free of her outfit.

Connor admired her breasts, swinging in a black mesh bra, with a pair of spaghetti straps over her shoulders. Her panties were also made of black mesh, and as she straightened to remove her bra, Connor drooled at the sight of the patch of brunette hair she had trimmed above her snatch. He'd started to wonder if the orderlies were grooming these girls as they were impeccable.

His attention was immediately drawn upwards as her bra was released, and Meg let it slide down her arms to drop to the clean, pock-marked floor. Her tits were impressive, E cups to Connor's practiced eye. Her boobs shuddered and jiggled as she went about the task of getting naked. Connor wasn't really sure why she was getting naked, but watching her do so was getting him hard.

With nothing but her panties, she took hold of the two thin straps over each hip, her panties matching her bra in that regard. She shimmied them over her hips, and then she bent forward to slide them down her legs. Her breasts swung forward, presenting her areolas for his attention. They were small compared to the size of the breast each one capped, maybe only three or three and a half inches across.

"Well, hurry up," she told him as she turned towards the cot.

"What the hell is going on in this place?" he asked as he hurriedly shed his clothes.

His cock was at full mast, and as Meg climbed onto the cot, his rod had one target, the pink, slightly wet pussy lips peeking between the cheeks of Meg's round ass as she climbed onto the cot onto all fours.

***

Administrator Glass sat at his desk, positively amazed. He never thought he'd get material like this, despite how much he hoped and dreamt. Something to hold over Ms Sarah to get her to do his bidding.

He jumped up from his desk and hurried down the hall, eager to get to her office and have her start blowing him.

Reaching her door, he found it open. He rushed in and slammed the door behind him, flicking the lock.

Her high-backed chair faced the mesh-covered window, hiding her from view.

"I've waited a long time for this. I've dreamed of this moment," he told her.

Her chair slowly swivelled around to face him. Her dark hair was held up in a tight bun on top of her head.

She was topless, her round, perky tits hovered, defying gravity, swaying slightly as she swung the chair around.

"Of course you have," she replied. "What's it going to be? Blowjob? Titfuck? Anal? What does your limited mind desire?"

"Watch it!"

"Oh come now, do you really expect me to be a pleasant captive? Besides, I know you're just salivating at the chance to punish me, aren't you?"

It was true.

"So, what's it going to be?"

"Come over here and suck my cock."

"Of course," she replied with a sarcastic smile.

She stood up behind her desk. At the sight of her underwear his cock throbbed. She was wearing the tiniest micro G-string he could ever have imagined. If she wasn't shaved, her bush would have been on full display.

Ms Sarah towered over him, before she slowly sunk to her knees in her own office. Glass was really going to enjoy this.

Her breasts pressed against his thighs as she made quick work of his belt, whipping it out through the loops of his pants. Next came the button, as he looked down at her in anticipation.

Then came the zip, and his erection poked out above his open pants. Funny, he thought he'd been wearing underpants.

She licked her lips before enveloping the shiny head of his prick with her mouth.

He moaned and pushed forward, grabbing hold of the bun on top of her head and ramming himself into her. He was surprised she didn't gag, or even react in any way. It annoyed him just a bit.

Glass started ramming himself into her, shoving her head back and forth as he face-fucked her. It was incredible. It had been far too long since Ms Sarah herself graced him with her carnal delights.

The sheer pleasure of it though was proving to be too much. He could feel the cum, churning in his balls, threatening to burst inside her mouth, to succumb to the oral pleasure she was bestowing upon him.

"Oh, god. No, stop. Stop."

Her blowjob slowed, rescuing Glass from the brink.

"Your desk, bend over your desk," he told her.

Without a peep of trouble, she stood up and stepped over to her desk. Gently, she laid her torso across it, her boobs bulging out the sides of her chest. She then reached back and inched the strings of her bikini down her hips. It hitched as her incredible ass cheeks refused to part with the treasured, sexy material, but finally, she stood, bent over her desk, naked, wet and waiting for Glass. Just as he dreamt of her, often.

Wasting no more time, he ran up behind her and shoved his hard cock inside her without preamble.

"Oh fuck yes, Sarah, so good, unh, yes, god, yes," he moaned as he started sliding his cock in and out of her.

She was so hot, boiling even, his cock felt like it was inside a pot of hot, thick, pumpkin soup.

He thrust his hips back and forth, pumping inside Ms Sarah for all he was worth. He wouldn't last forever, in fact, he may not last much longer at all.

*RINNNNG, RINNNNG*

The phone on her desk started chirping, but he didn't care, he was balls deep inside his fantasy-tormentor again.

*RINNNNG, RINNNNG*

It continued, and though he tried to ignore it, his rhythm was thrown off as he ploughed his small, hard cock into Ms Sarah.

*RINNNNG, RINNNNG*

He felt himself start to soften inside her, despite how good it felt to be inside her tight, wet, velvety passage.

*RINNNNG, RINNNNG*

"FUCK!" he shouted before reaching down and picking up the phone.

"WHAT?!?" he yelled into the old-fashioned, rounded handset.

"M-Mr Glass, th-the d-d-delivery tr-truck is here," stuttered the idiot who unloaded the trucks down at the receiving bay.

"FUCK!" he shouted before slamming the phone down.

He looked around, suddenly disoriented. Where was Ms Sarah? Where the hell was he? This was his office, not the Matron's.

His erection tented his trousers.

He looked down at his desk. The documents stacked on his desk represented over six months of diligent work by the cheapest private eye he'd been able to find.

Blackmail material on Ms Sarah, his ticket into her snatch.

He'd never left his office. He fell asleep and dreamt, again, of what he was going to do to her. The dream was all the more vivid this time, now that he had material.

He now sat at his desk, looking down at the documents, positively amazed. He never thought he'd get material like this, despite how much he hoped and dreamt. Something to hold over Ms Sarah to get her to do his bidding.

He jumped up from his desk and hurried down the hall, eager to get to her office and have her start blowing him.

Reaching her door, he found it open. He rushed in and slammed the door behind him, flicking the lock.

Her high-backed chair faced the mesh-covered window, hiding her from view.

"I've waited a long time for this. I've dreamed of this moment," he told her.

Her chair slowly swivelled around to face him. Her dark hair was held up in a tight bun on top of her head.

She was not topless, her round, perky tits were shoved inside her uniform with a long line of cleavage on display.

"Of course you have," she replied. "What's it going to be? Blowjob? Titfuck? Anal? What does your limited mind desire?"

"Watch it!"

"Oh come now, do you really expect me to be nice to you, worm? Besides, I know you're just salivating at the chance to punish me, aren't you?"

It was true.

"So, what's it going to be?"

"Come over here and suck my cock."

"Of course," she replied with a sarcastic smile.

She stood up behind her desk. Glass remembers the tiny micro G-string from his dream, recalling the alluring sight of her walking towards him in it. Her uniform was still sexy though, and his cock throbbed.

As she made her way towards him he couldn't help himself, he quickly undid his pants and dropped them around his ankles. His cock sprung up from his groin, eager for Ms Sarah's touch.

"So predictable," she said.

She knelt in front of him, her cleavage bulging. 

"I suppose I'm going to have to touch it," she said sadly.

Her fingers made contact with his straining rod, moving down to the base. She aimed his cock towards her, pointing straight at her mouth. Glass watched as her sensual lips opened in a wide, round expression, his cock inching towards promised bliss. His dream of her blowjob was in the forefront of his mind. He recalled pushing forward and grabbing the bun she'd had her hair up in.

She licked her lips, inching closer towards the throbbing, purple head of his straining erection. The wet orifice poised, promising delight to his needy, angry cock.

"No," she suddenly told him, "this won't be happening."

She stood up and adjusted her uniform, settling her tits in the bodice and straightening the skirt.

Glass was too shocked to react. He had beaten her. She clearly knew it by the way she submitted, so how could she now turn around like this on him?

"You think you could beat me, you turf? I knew all about your little plan and you'll find it's all fallen through. Go on, leave if you don't believe me. You'll find the documents gone from your desk. You could even call your contact Eric, and ask him for copies. I know he'll pretend he doesn't even know you."

She paused to watch him. This was the kind of manipulative shit that really got her juices flowing. Her pussy had been juicing for days as she'd monitored Glass's plan from afar. Breaking it down had been simple. And now he stood in front of her as the slow gears of his brain worked through to the conclusion she'd already provided. His plan was nothing, gone, failed. He'd made a play and puttered out like a candle in the wind.

Her grin was wide, heartfelt and evil.

"The best you can hope for right now is to jerk off watching me cum."

Ms Sarah sat on her desk and hiked her uniform up, displaying her naked, shaved pussy. Her fingers crept across her thighs and started to play with the delicate petals of her flowering pussy.

She moaned at the pleasure she was going to reward herself with, and the soft sensations of her skilled caresses.

Glass was utterly confused but extremely horny. Her act when he walked in had clearly been nothing but a final preamble towards this complete deconstruction of his plan. Now she was going to lay back and masturbate, give herself an orgasm, while revelling in her total domination of him.

He felt pretty shit about the whole thing... for a second or so. Until he realised that he'd been surprised the further he got through the plan. Surprised she hadn't stepped in to stop him. She was a sadist, watching an ant crawl across the bench-top until it reached food, only to be crushed by a fingertip as it reached the goal.

Really, all he wanted from her was sexual release anyway.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

Normally he'd start slowly, but he was so confused and horny that he just started whipping his dick, jerking furiously as he watched her pleasure her own beautiful, delicious cunt. His cock was hard and ready for such treatment anyway.

Her fingers slipped inside her and she was pumping her digits into her wet, squelching cock box.

"Unh, yes," she murmured, "stroke your tiny cock you pathetic worm."

Glass's pre-cum bubbled out the tip of his prick and dripped into his jacking fist. As he continued pumping, his pre-cum coated his dick and was soon dripping to the floor, running over his fingers in rivulets.

"Unh, you want to cum. God. Don't you, worm?" she stammered.

"Yes," he gasped, "God yes."

"Not before me you turd," she commanded.

He watched as Ms Sarah convulsed. Her fingers were really going to town on her splayed gash, pushing and pausing deep inside her snatch.

"UNH! YES! FUCK YES!" she shouted.

Her eyes closed and Glass watched enraptured as she experienced bliss. Her hips pumped and shuddered, while her legs quivered.

Hi own cock shuddered, and he had to stop pumping, lest he cum without permission. In light of current circumstances, defying Ms Sarah was unthinkable.

"Oh, that was good. I love putting you in your place Glass. I should punish you of course, but you're so inept it's like you want to be caught and outplayed."

He wondered about this, considering his desire for sexual satisfaction from Ms Sarah.

"It was easy to fuck your little plan up, but still fun. Instead of punishing you, I'm going to give you a little reward. You should know though, that you walk a very fine line, a razor's edge. You may stir up a hornets' nest one day, and if you do that, I will utterly fucking destroy you and everyone you may have once held dear."

She realised this was a major mixed message, but didn't really care how confused it made him.

"Come over here," she ordered, beckoning with a finger.

Glass approached, still holding his dick.

"Once, and once only. Make it count."

Ms Sarah spread her legs further and leaned back. She was inviting glass to push his cock inside her but only once. He had to wonder if this really was reward or punishment. A single thrust inside her was sure to be sweet torture. He was scared he wouldn't be able to stop.

He got in position and then paused, afraid and unable to choose whether or not to do this.

"Fuck Glass, hurry up and fucking do it you piece of shit," she scolded him.

His tip touched her labia. It parted the wet folds, pressing against her quim and pushing towards the deep, tight tunnel of her pussy. Slowly he sunk inside her. But all too quickly he'd reached bottom 

She still had bottom to go, but his small prick was totally inside her. There was nowhere to go now but out. He contemplated simply remaining inside her, but he didn't want to start to annoy her and he'd already done so by hesitating in the first place.




American Whore Story - Asylum Ch. 05



He withdrew, sad with the knowledge that his plan only amounted to this.

"Oh, poor baby. Are you crushed Glass?"

She smiled, her evil grin returned.

"Good. You should be crushed you fucking worm-turd."

Her grin softened into an indulgent smile.

"But I really don't want you to stop. In fact, now I really am going to do you a favour. I'm going to let you cum on my tits Glass."

Glass's world brightened. This was more like it. If his plan had worked he'd get this kind of treatment all the time, but there was no need to be greedy at a time like this. Bird in the hand and all that.

He recommenced jerking on his todger. The intensity increased rapidly, until he was full-on jacking-off.

She tugged her zip down and pulled the lapels open to release her big, round, pale hooters.

She slipped forward off the desk and he stepped back to make room. She knelt down in front of Glass, lifting her tits up and offering them to him in her palms.

"Do it Glass, cum on my tits," she told him.

She held them up for him as a target, softly swaying them side-to-side.

He couldn't hold it, the anticipation had been too much, her treatment of him in conjunction with his erotic dream had him on a knife edge.

Cum burst and exploded from his cock and rained down on her tits, painting cum over them in lines. The translucent stripes sprayed over her impressive bust in decreasing volume until Glass was spent.

His cum glittered on her jugs, dripping over the outside and oozing into her cleavage.

"Mmmm, just what I needed right now, a creamy load of spunk on my big breasts, even if it is disgusting worm sperm. You can go now Glass," she told him, dismissing him.

As Glass returned to his office, he couldn't really decide if this had been a victory or a loss.

***

Connor's cock prodded Meg's quim. He'd always prided himself on being an attentive, caring lover who cared a great deal about foreplay. That was the lie he told himself anyway. He'd do what he needed to whenever he had to, and enjoyed it most of the time. But if some clearly crazy bitch was going to get naked and bend over, he wasn't going to tie her down and eat her pussy if he could go straight to getting his dick inside her.

Unfortunately, it took him a little bit of work to get his meat in her oven. Deb walked around practically dripping all over the floor wherever she went, so it was sobering to deal with a woman who seemingly needed a little more foreplay. Not that she was going to get it.

He rubbed his spearhead around her labia, spreading her sap around and lubing the tip of his cock along with her snatch.

With that job done he pushed forward.

His cock was driven deep inside her velvet depths. Her tight pussy gripped his hard shaft every millimetre of the way, smearing her nectar along his pole.

"Oh god..." she moaned.

Connor grinned cockily, his natural arrogance surfacing.

Her tits swung back and forth like a pendulum beneath her as he started rocking back and forth. Her arse was nicely rounded, and far from tiny. She was definitely on the upper limits of what popular culture was accepting these days, but with an arse and tits like hers, fuck popular culture. Besides, her pussy was wet and welcoming, which was all Connor needed.

He was working his stroke, holding her hips and jamming his cock into her on each stroke. He hadn't been the one doing the fucking for some time, but it was even easier to remember than riding a bike.

He was feeling his game come back to him. Before long he could tell when he hit the good spots inside Meg's gravy boat, as her breath would hitch and her pussy would shudder slightly.

He hadn't been in charge of a good fuck for a while. He'd never lacked for punani before he'd been sent here, and he'd been a good boy once he'd married the bitch as she'd kept him drowning in her pussy. Sex had never lacked for Connor from early in his teens. But there was a quality to sex, something added by being in charge, and he'd been missing that.

"Oh, yes Connor, fuck me."

He held onto her hips and lengthened his stroke, fucking his cock into her depths and pushing the tip of his prick all the way to the end of her.

He started focusing on Meg's tells, and hitting the goals inside her. She wouldn't be able to take much of this before she'd be screaming on the end of his dick.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME! FUCKING FUCK ME! YES! OH GOD YES!"

She twitched like she was having a fit. Her pussy tightened on his cock like a vice. He felt a gush and all of a sudden his fuck-stick was drowning in Meg's girl goo. Her honey pot quivered, shuddered and convulsed and suddenly his groin was sprayed with her sweet twat sap as it gushed out of the tight seal between his dick and her slit. It sprayed in time to his thrusts, erupting every in-stroke.

He kept fucking her, drawing out her orgasm, though her juice stopped after four or five squirts.

She ebbed and flowed several times, her pussy contracting and squeezing and bringing Connor ultimate pleasure, or at least leading towards it.

Finally though, she seemed to be done, and Connor concentrated on his own release. It didn't take long, as her slash had kept him well-entertained with its rocket pocket gymnastics throughout her orgasm.

"Oh fuck. Yes. So fucking good honey. I'm gonna cum Meg, where do you want it girl?"

"Shit! No. You can't cum."

"What?" he asked in confusion, her statement throwing him off a bit. "Don't worry, I won't cum inside you."

"It's not that you dick, you can't cum at all. I'm not going to risk Ms Sarah coming down on me. That slut Deb might not care but I do."

Meg turned and pushed him back away from her.

His cock left the delightful caress of her pussy and waved back and forth in the air as he stumbled back.

"What the fuck? You have got to be fucking kidding me."

She twisted around and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him.

Connor stood in confusion for a minute. His cock ached and was ready to shoot, but now this bitch was going to be a tease and not get him off.

He stepped towards her, intent on cumming. Her tits looked perfectly ripe for a good fucking, followed by a healthy glazing.

She regarded him passively as he sandwiched his dick in between her melons and took hold of each globe. His thumbs tweaked her nipples as he started thrusting his rod between her breasts and hefting her fun-bags in alternating rhythm with his thrusting. His cock was still slick with her pussy juice which made for fantastic lubricant as he rubbed his tool with her knockers.

"Unnnnh, yes," he moaned in growing bliss, once again approaching orgasm.

"I said no!"

Suddenly her tits were ripped from his grip and his cock was again exposed, waving about, lacking the wonderful caress of her marshmallow mammary glands.

She'd pushed him back away from her.

"You can't cum. I'm not getting in the bad books with Ms Sarah, and that means you can't cum because of me."

"Fuck you! You goddamn cock-tease, you can't stop me from cumming."

Connor considered forcing himself on her. He was in an Asylum after all, what's the worst that could happen? Besides, she was crazy right? It would be one patient's word against another's.

He grinned evilly as he thought about it. He'd never really done anything like this before.

He stepped towards her and started stroking his cock. He'd teach her a thing or two.

As he got close though, he remembered life outside the Asylum. Could he do this and go back to a life out there?

As he paused to contemplate, he continued stroking.

Meg took this to be a sign that he was just going to stroke his monkey until he got his satisfaction without her help. She realised though, that this wouldn't absolve her of guilt, at least not in the strict eyes of Ms Sarah. She had to act.

For the third time, Connor was blindsided by Meg. She reached forward and slapped his balls as they swung around to the tempo of his stroke.

"ARGH! FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK! YOU PSYCHO BITCH! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!? I'LL FUCKING SHOW YOU!"

She'd pushed him over the edge now.

He stepped forward to push her down on the bed and get his cock back inside her cunt, intent on fucking the shit out of her.

Unfortunately, the first part worked, he got her back on the cot and loomed over her, but he hadn't counted on the knee that collided with his already pained nuts. This was more than a slap, more like a crunch.

"EEEP!" he squeaked, as Meg rolled him off to the side.

She stood up and grabbed his thumb, before twisting his arm behind his back. The pain was almost enough to forget his throbbing, aching testicles, but not quite.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! FUCK! WHAT? LET ME GO! FUCK IT!"

"I told you I was a cop, Connor."

"Then what, what the fuck, was all this about?" he gasped out brokenly.

"I was horny, and I'd heard you had a nice cock. Now, I believe-"

He felt her reach down and fondle his softening shaft. Being fucked up and dominated by an undercover cop will do that to an erection.

"-yep, crisis averted. Don't be a stranger now Connor, and good luck getting out of here."

She released his arm and he flopped to the cot, cradling his sore arm and trying to hold and soothe his smashed testicles.

He heard her gather her clothes and leave him to lick his wounds, in the depths of the Asylum, with no idea how to get back to the more populated areas. He was in a filthy, dilapidated, stained room, lying on a poor excuse for a cot with a soiled, thin mattress.

He was undoubtedly in a very low place.

"Fuck this place and FUCK MS SARAH!" he screamed, for no-one in particular to hear.



American Whore



It was back to the make-up station. I noticed that some of the bukkake men had gone to the locker room and had stripped down to their briefs. Then they began slowly playing with themselves, underneath their underwear.

Marin sat down besides me.

"How many?"

"Just five," she said. "It'll be easy. Don't even think about it."

That was easy for her to say. But the most loads I'd ever swallowed had been three. In my first porn shoot, there had been nine guys, but also two other girls. So three loads, basically.

I could do five.

"Of all the scenes today, I think you'll like this one the best," said Marin. "I always did."

She handed me a bottle of water.

"Drink this," she said. "Don't want you getting dehydrated."

My hair was back in pig tails, and we were ready.

The next scene was shot on a very simple stage. It basically looked like a basement, except the walls and floor had been painted black. That made the white porcelain toilet at center-stage, elevated on a black platform, really pop. Below the water tank were several aluminum roasting pans. They'd collect whatever liquid fell to the ground.

"What did you say this kind of scenes were called?" I asked.

"Human toilet," she said. "They're very popular."

"Oh, great."

I removed my robe and sat down on the toilet. The rope master came over and bound my calves to my thighs. Then he secured those ties to the base of the toilet, so that my legs were spread wide. Then he took my arms and placed them behind by head, down by the water tank. He tied my wrists together and then tied them to the tank.

This was actually one of my favorite bondage positions. There was just something about having my hands above my head (or behind it) and trying to pull down. It was almost like using an exercise machine at the gym. 

Then one of the staff came over and covered my clit and labia with mayonnaise. I know that sounds weird — what in this story doesn't? — but it was just to get the cover shot for the movie. They couldn't show my little pink pussy spread wide.

One of the cameramen came over with a DSLR. The bukkake men filled in front of me, as did the staff. The office was shutting down again, to watch me do horrible things.

He took several shots from the front and each side, even a few from above my head. Then he said something in Japanese to Marin. 

"Kathi, don't smile at the camera," she said. "Remember what I said about paying the price, about looking miserable?"

I did.

"This time, I want you to think about what you're about to," she said. "And I want you to look around and see that all of us will be watching you. And then think about the thousands of people who will jerk off watching you degrade yourself. And that, despite all this, you will cum — several times — in front of us."

Oh, shit. That did it. My eyes began to water. I was going to cry.

"Don't fight it, Kathi," said Marin, "let it go."

I whimpered, and felt two tears roll down my cheeks. And then I began to cry in earnest. Like a fucking little school girl. I was balling my eyes out. 

The cameraman snapped away. I looked straight into the camera to let it see my misery. The cameraman gave Marin a big thumbs up.

This is what they wanted.

Marin took off her robe and walked over to me. 

"Cameras, roll," she said. 

She wiped my tears away gently, which I thought was nice. But then she forced her hand into my mouth, so I would drink my own tears. And then she made me gag.

In between scenes, Marin was incredibly sweet. But once the cameras started rolling, she turned into a evil fucking bitch. 
And I mean that in the best possible sense. She was good.

"Who are you?" she asked.

I looked into the camera.

"My name is Kathi Choi," I sniffled. "And I am an American whore."

I started crying again. 
 "I am. I'm a whore, I'm a whore."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the five bukkake men stroking themselves harder.

My misery was turning them on. Just like Marin said.

I looked up at Marin.

"Marin Izumi," I said slowly, "I am a whore."

She stroked my cheek.

"Yes, you are," she said.

And then she slapped me. Hard. Again. 

That one didn't make me cry. If anything, it snapped me back to my senses.

Immediately, the five porn actors appeared, all clad in black briefs, each carrying a bunch of pink bullet vibrators. They dangled them on my breasts and pussy — one guy even pressed one against my asshole. Another one dragged his up my neck — remarkably erotic, I noticed — and help them up to my lips. I opened my mouth and he lowered them in. I felt the vibrations on my tongue and against my teeth. He then pulled them out and lowered them back in.

I was teabagging a bunch of vibrators.

Individually, these vibrating eggs don't pack much of a punch. But these guys had 25 or 30 of them, and together they were packing a wallop. I felt my hips begin to buck and grind, but they were restrained by the bondage. Instinctively, I pulled down on my arms, but the ropes held my wrists in place.

I couldn't move. I could only fight the rope, and feel it dig deeper into my skin.

It felt good.

I felt an orgasm beginning to build, and I looked down to watch the eggs dancing on clit and against my pussy lips. I came, snapping my hips against my restraints.

The five porn actors walked off, and three returned, one of them carrying a large bowl of a clear viscous liquid. This, Marin had told me, was nuru gel, a kind of Japanese massage lotion, made out of seaweed. It was very, very thick and very, very slippery. 

They slathered it on me. On my legs, on my stomach, on my breasts, on my arms. And definitely on my pussy and asshole. 

The guy in front of me put two fingers in my pussy. The guys to my sides played with my tits. 

This was nothing but pleasure. I was getting a hardcore erotic massage from three hot guys. 

I put my head back and let another orgasm rip through me.

The three actors disappeared, replaced by one carrying an enormous double-headed dildo. It was as thick as a beer can, and was at least three feet long. The actor loaded it up with it up with nuru gel and approached my mouth. I opened it as wide as it would go, and the head barely fit in. I felt the other head enter my pussy.

The nuru gel helped, but it was still a huge cock. I felt it filling my pussy, stretching it out. He then began pumping my pussy. 

I found the camera and made eye contact. I couldn't help it — it felt so good — but I bit down on the dildo in my mouth. I raised my lips, so the camera could see me bite the dick.

I was grunting now. I felt in control, for the first time all day. I'd had two strong orgasms, and my good friend between my legs was taking me to a third, with a cock the size of a pipe.

I flared my eyes at the camera. I'd given you misery — now I was giving you lust. Watch me cum, you fucks. Watch me orgasm like hell.

My head fell back. The dildo fell out of my mouth. My hips bucked, and my elbows thrashed at the air. (They were about the only the part of my body I could still move.) I came again.

But the man between my legs did not let up. If anything, he sped up. I felt another orgasm building even before the one I'd had died down. This one felt like it was coming from deep inside.

I looked at the actor. I was grunting again, matching him stroke for stroke. He looked up at me, and I lost it. I felt like I exploded.

And he kept going. I was losing it now. I felt drool coming out of my mouth and dripping down my chin. I didm't want this to stop. I put my head back. I felt my eyes begin to water. I let the orgasm take me down.

And the man between my legs disappeared. He was replaced by another actor, this one carrying a Sawzall. But instead of a blade, it sported a nice, thick dildo. 

I was about to be machine fucked.

He hit the trigger a couple of times, and it came to life. He brought it up to my lips. I licked it. I opened my mouth, and he slowly revved the motor. I let my mouth get fucked by the machine.

He pulled out of my mouth and stuck the dildo into the bowl of nuru gel. Then he gently inserted it into my pussy — it was smaller than the double-headed dildo, and I took it easily. And then he pulled the trigger.

No human cock can move this fast. No human hand can move this fast. The stroke is short — less than two inches — but even at a relatively low speed, it can achieve 1000 strokes a minute. 

There is nothing a girl can do in this situation. 

I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the pleasure. It felt like my pussy was turning to jelly. I came, and then I came again. My head fell to the side. And then the man between my legs increased the speed. He pulled out of me — where did that cock go? He loaded up with more nuru gel and entered me again. He cranked it up again. 

I looked out into the crowd. The five bukkake men were stroking themselves furiously. Some of the staff were covertly touching themselves. I looked at Peter.

Fuck — I'd forgotten he was here. I was so adrift on my own pleasure. 

I was drooling again. I couldn't talk. I could only be fucked. Another orgasm. And another. And then the man between my legs turned the machine on full blast.

My head went back. I strained against my restraints. I was cumming and cumming, and I felt like I was going to black out. 

It was time for the bukkake men. The first two stepped up onto the platform beside me. They jerked their cocks, and I felt their cum rain down on my face. I opened my mouth, but they were more interested in painting my face. Some of the cum went into my eyes and it burned. 

Then the next two men, then the fifth and last. Five loads in the space of thirty seconds. And my face was glazed with sperm. I came again.

The Sawzall stopped, and pulled out of me. I felt empty. I struggled against the endorphins overloading my brain. 

Marin walked up to me.

"American whore!" yelled Marin. "You are filthy. You are covered with semen. What do you need?"

I slowly raised my head and looked into the camera.

Meekly, I said "I need a shower."

"What kind of shower?" she demanded.

"A shower of piss," I said.

"A piss shower can clean you?"

I looked up at her. I nodded 'yes.'


"Speak, whore!" Marin said.

"Yes, Marin Izumi," I said haltingly. "A piss shower will ... clean ... my ... pretty ... face."

With that, she put one foot on my hip, spread her labia and pissed on my face. She was joined by the five bukkake men, and they pissed on me, too. I had six people pissing on my pretty face. 

I'd been instructed to open my mouth and drink in as much as I could. But it was too much. I gagged and coughed. Urine ran all over my face, and down my body. I was drenched. Even my hair was soaked. 

The piss stopped, and the bukkake men walked off stage. An actor returned, carrying a large plastic bowl. He poured the contents of the aluminum roasting pans into it — at least a quart, mostly piss, but some cum. Then another actor returned with a huge glass syringe and handed it to Marin. She placed it in the bowl and slowly pulled the plunger back. The tube filled with urine.

"American whore!," said Marin, "are you thirsty?"

I looked into the camera.

"Marin Isumi, I am thirsty for urine. Please give me urine to drink."

She moved the syringe to my mouth and I opened up. Slowly, she pushed the plunger down and pissed filled my mouth. I gulped down as much as I could, but some fell out out of my mouth and down onto my body. She emptied the syringe.

As she refilled, I felt the taste of urine in my mouth. It was hot and acrid. And there was more coming. 

She put the syringe back in my mouth and I started to swallow. I was better this time, spilling almost none of it. But I was also feeling full, as a quart of liquid filled my belly.

There were a few ounces left in the bowl, so she lifted it up and brought it to my lips. She poured it too fast on purpose, so she could watch the urine fall off my face. 

She got off the platform and positioned herself between my legs. She said nothing — she just held the bowl I knew what was next.

I started to piss in the bowl. In front of everyone, I started to piss. 

When I was done, she put the bowl down and got the syringe. She filled it up and put it to my lips. I was now about to drink my own piss. 

As the piss hit my tongue, I noticed how differently piss can taste. I'd eaten little that day, and my piss was mostly clear. It didn't tast3 too acrid. It was easy going down. 

And then I thought — I'm comparing the taste of piss? What had happened to me? Humiliation washed over me. 

Marin drained the syringe, but there were a couple of ounces left in the bowl. She raised the bowl to her lips and poured it in. Then she put the bowl down and leaned over me. She stroked my hair, my piss-soaked hair. 

I opened my mouth. She let the piss pour in, and then she kissed me. 

This was my first realm kiss with Marin Izumi, and I was bound to a toilet and covered in piss. I swallowed the piss but continued to kiss her. And she was kissing me back. 

After a few tender kisses on the lips, she stood up.

"Who are you?" she yelled.

I found the camera.

"My name is Kathi Choi, and I am a cum whore and a piss whore."

Marin slapped my face and walked off stage. The scene had ended.

The rope master undid the ties. It was harder this time, because the rope was wet with piss. When he released my thighs, I saw deep, red indentations. I had really been pulling on my restraints. 

Marin came back and offered me a towel. I wiped myself down and, oddly, wrapped the towel around my head. My hair was wet, but it was wet with urine — I needed to wash it.

I wasn't thinking clearly.

The bukkake men were showering, so Marin and I took a seat on a bench in the locker area. 

"What did you think?" Marin asked.

"I came a lot," I said.

"Do you know how many times?"


"Seven. Eight, maybe"

"Eleven times, that I counted," she said.

Wow. That's why I felt so drained.

"And the cum and the piss?" asked Marin.

"It was fine. I was so far gone that it didn't matter."

"But did you like it? Did you enjoy drinking my piss?" she asked.

"Actually, I did. It was dirty and it was kinky, but I liked that you were pissing on me."

"And the others?"

"Five strange men pissing on me? Well, you asked me to do it and I did it."

"To pay the price for cumming."

"Yes," I said. "To pay the price."

"Excellent," said Marin. "You're getting it. And your tears at the the beginning of the scene were beautiful. Thank you for that."

"They were real."

"That's what made them so good."

Some of the bukkake men were toweling off. They came up to shake my hand. 

"Thank you for letting me cum on you," said one. "And for letting me piss on you."

He bowed.

Another one grabbed my hand. 

"Yes, thank you very much," he said. "You are very beautiful, and are a good whore."

I was stunned.

"Kathi," said Marin. "Remember your manners!"

What to say?

"You're welcome," I said. "It was my pleasure to receive your cum and to drink your piss."

"Good girl," she said. 

"And I hope you buy the video and masturbate to me," I continued.

"Excellent!" shouted Marin.

"And I hope that one day I will be able to taste your urine and semen again."

"Fantastic," said Marin, hugging me. "You've got the makings of a real Japanese porn star!"

I bowed to the bukkake men, and they bowed back. They got dressed while Marin and I hit the showers.

We washed each other again. The hot water felt good on my skin. At one point, I grabbed her and kissed her. She didn't fight this time.

"Thank you so much kissing me before," I said. "And thank you for tasting my piss."

"I liked that," she said. "And I think it helped make the scene. Your piss takes good. I would drink it again."

Fucking hell.

We finished up in the shower and got our robes. We were on lunch break, and the bukkake men had left to scout out food on their own. The office had ordered in udon noodles and salad, and I joined Peter on one of the stages to eat my food. 

"You holding up?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, slurping up noodles. "It's weird, but I'm OK. A fair amount of it I like."

"So the tears?"

"The tears were real," I said. "I mean, I don't think I'm a piss whore, but maybe I am."

"You've pissed on me," he said. "Several times."

"But that's because you like it."

"The only reason I like drinking your piss is that you like pissing on me."


Bam!

"Really?"

He nodded 'yes.'

"I mean, it's not terrible," he continued, "but I do it for you. To make you happy."

Bam!

"I've never let you piss on me," I said.

"I know. I've never pressed it."


"But you do want to piss on me," I said.

"Absolutely," he said. 

He leaned in and kissed me.

"Someday," he said. "Somewhere."

I kissed him back. 

"Here. Now."

I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him to the showers. I dropped my robe to the ground. I pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and dropped his shorts.

"Marin!" I yelled. "Get a camera. Quickly!"

Peter tried to fend me off weakly, but a nude girl can be persistent. Soon I had stripped him naked. I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock.

I realized that, despite all the perverted things I had done that day, this was the first real sex I'd engaged in.

Marin rushed in with a camera.

"Rolling," she said.

I took Peter's cock out of my mouth. 

"My name is Kathi Choi, and I am an American whore," I said. "This is my boyfriend, Peter Lynch. Before today, I had never let him piss on me. But I had pissed on him. This is wrong. If you give piss, you must take piss. Especially if you are a piss whore. I am a piss whore. And you will watch the first time I drink my boyfriend's piss."

I put my arms behind my back and opened my mouth. I noticed we were gathering a crowd. Peter looked a little shocked, so I reassured him.

"Peter, please let me drink your piss."

I opened my mouth again and awaited his golden stream. 

He placed the head of his cock just outside my mouth and let a slow stream of urine out. When my mouth was half-full, he stopped. I swallowed, and opened my mouth again. He let go with another load, and stopped. I swallowed again.

I hadn't spilled a drop.

He did this to me six more times. I'd swallowed all of his urine, but I felt none of it on my face. 

"That's it," he said. "I'm out."

I dove back on his cock. I sucked on him hard, taking him into my throat and licking his balls. He put his hands on my my head and started skull-fucking me. He was very fucking turned on, and came quickly.

He helped me to my feet. I faced the camera, and let his cum drip out of my mouth and into my hand. (This is practically required in Japanese porn, Marin had told me.) Then I slurped it up again. 

I turned towards Peter and drew him in to kiss me. Peter was a cum eater, but he'd never done it on camera. But my boy was brave and eagerly kissed me. I pushed him down, so that the last of his cum would drip out of my mouth into his. 

Marin brought the camera in for a close-up.

"What do you do know, Peter?" asked Marin. "What do you do with the cum in your mouth?"

Peter knew. He swallowed his own cum, and opened his mouth.

"All gone, Peter!" said Marin. "Good boy!"

She turned the camera off.

"So where did that come from?" asked Marin.

"Not sure," I said, turning on two showers. "I think I'm getting into this."

Marin walked over to Peter and kissed him.

"Nice," she said, "I can still taste a little of your cum. Shower up and then come to my desk; we'll need to do paperwork. You just made your first Japanese porn!"

Marin turned to me. 

"I'm not going to put this in the main movie, but I think will work well in the Behind the Scenes segment. Thank you, Kathi. I appreciate this."




American Whore



"Kiss me," I said. 

She put down the camera and embraced me. I pulled her robe off so we were both naked. And I kissed her.

"Kiss me, piss whore," she said.

"Kiss me back, piss whore!" I said.

We made out in the shower. Peter got himself clean. 

"Enough," said Marin. "Eat your lunch. We need to keep on schedule."

We broke off our embrace and I showered up. Then I put my robe back on and joined Peter to finish our lunch.

"Arigato,"he said.

"Dō itashimashite, sensei," I responded. That meant 'you're welcome, teacher."

I was learning a little Japanese, even if most of it was sex terms.

We'd finished our noodles when Marin showed up with three plastic containers of a butterscotch custard.

"I think one will do me, Marin, thank you."

"It's not dessert, Kathi," she said. "It won't be staying down long."

Oh, right.

I ate the custard and went to make-up. A little rouge, a little lipstick, pig tails. Ready for scene three.

I was back on the black stage with the rope master. He bound my thighs and calves together again, and placed me on the floor. My back went against a triangular wooden post which stopped at my shoulder blades, one edge of which pushed against my spine. (The rope master secured me with the same tie as the first scene — four strands of rope above my breasts, and three below.) A Hitachi was secured to the floor, and positioned against my clit.

Finally, my arms were bent backwards into a strappado position and tied to a metal post behind me. Basically, the only body part that could move was my head.

Marin came back on stage, sporting a huge strap-on. Not as big as the double-headed dildo used on me in the pissing scene, but huge nevertheless. She wore it well.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Let's do this," I said.

The office shut down again. The bukkake men had returned and they crowded around the stage. The Hitachi was turned on. I moaned. 

"Camera roll," Marin yelled. "Who are you?"

"My name is Kathi Choi, and I am an American whore."

She walked over to me and began slapping my face with her cock. I opened my mouth and tried to catch it, but she was too fast. 

"Are you ready to have cocks in your mouth?" she asked. "Are you ready for irrumatio?"

"Please!" I said, looking into the camera.

Then came the slap. I'd forgotten about that. My eyes filled with water. I let the tears drip down my face. 

I looked at the camera, and opened my mouth.

One of the porn actors stepped on stage, naked and hard. He put his cock in my mouth, and pushed it to top of my throat. Then he grabbed my pig tails and began fucking my face. Hard.

I held out for maybe thirty seconds. I gagged, and gagged again, and then I threw up. On the cock in my mouth. He held his cock is my mouth for a several seconds, so I could taste my vomit. I didn't like it — I didn't like it all. 

But I had cum. I'd been close to cumming before, but the sheer force of the convulsion from puking pushed me over the edge.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and vomit poured out, dripping on my breasts, my belly, the floor.

I caught a breath. I looked down at my vomit. I recognized noodles, and some pork. But it was mostly a dull golden color, the color of butterscotch.

Marin knew what she was doing.

He put his cock back in my mouth. I opened my throat. He skull fucked me. More vomit came up. He didn't stop. I threw up again, my body convulsing against the restraints and against the post. He kept going. I concentrated on breathing through my nose, but snot had clogged one nostril. I felt myself fading, blacking out. 

Then I felt him stop. He cock was in my throat, and something was coming out. He'd cum, not in my mouth, but in my throat. 

I came again.

I turned onwards the camera and opened my mouth, but there was nothing to show. The cum was already gone —it was in my stomach now. 

The porn actor walked off stage. Marin yelled cut. An assistant ran on stage with a pint class full of custard.

"Drink this now, quickly," she said. "You're stomach is empty, and you'll need this to vomit more."

That kind of took the romance off things. But she was right. This was a gero scene, and a gero scene meant vomit. I chugged the custard. 

A second actor walked on stage. Marin told the cameras to roll. I opened my mouth. He grabbed my pig tails and, in one step, thrust his cock down my throat. I gagged, but did not throw up. He fucked my face harder. I threw up, but he kept fucking my face. Cascades of vomit came out of my mouth, caking his legs and my body.

I was a fucking mess.

He withdrew his cock and let my breathe. Then he fucked my throat again, fast and hard. He pulled out and jerked his cock. I opened my mouth and he came on my tongue. I turned towards the camera to show the cum and vomit. Then I swallowed the mess and opened my mouth again.

All gone.

Marin yelled 'cut' again, and the assistant ran over with more custard. I drank it.

Marin told the cameras to roll and she stepped onstage. I opened my mouth and waited.

She placed the head of her cock in my mouth. It nearly filled it! She began to fuck my mouth slowly, coaxing thick saliva onto her cock. Then she pushed her cock down into my throat. Somehow, she got it in — all the way in. My nose was smashed against her belly. Tears ran down my face.

I looked up into her pretty eyes. She smiled at me. 

It only took two long strokes to do it. I was throwing up on her cock. She didn't stop. I threw up some more. I was having problem breathing, and tried to pull away. But she grabbed my pigtails and kept on going. I was trying to ask for a break, but I couldn't talk with her cock in my mouth. More vomit came up. Somehow, I came again.

She stopped. Slowly, she pulled her huge dildo out of my trachea. I coughed and coughed. Stingers of spit and vomit hung off my face. 

"Who are you?" demanded Marin.

I tried to talk, but I was coughing too hard. I tried to catch my breath. My jaw hurt, and my arms ached from being tied in strappado. Snot was coming out of my nose.

"My name is Kathi Choi," I mumbled, "and I'm a vomit whore."

And one more slap across my face.

The rope master untied my restraints. I gingerly got to me feet. I looked down at myself. I was covered in puke. Worse, I could still taste it in my mouth. An assistant handed me a glass of water.

Marin put an arm around me and walked me to the showers. She turned on the water, and I let it wash over me. 

"Rough scene," she said. "You did well."

"Have you done gero?" I asked.

"Yes, many times," she said. "It's kind of a specialty of mine."



"I don't know how you do it."

"It gets easier the more you do it," she said. "The trick is to time the vomiting so that the convulsions hit when you're cumming. It can be very intense."

She bathed me again, and then I did her. We brushed our teeth and gargled with mouthwash. Finally, I felt clean again. 

Off to hair and make-up.

The final scene was the bukkake. The rope master laid me on my back and went to work. I would be suspended about three feet above the ground, with my legs spread open. But I'd also be tied to the floor, so my body couldn't move in any direction more than a couple of inches. The rope master said this was an excellent position for hard fucking.

Marin stood behind me and held my head up. To her side was a small table holding a large daiquiri class. She stroked my face, but I knew she'd change once the cameras began rolling. The bukkake men — all twenty-five of them — had stripped down and were lining up offstage. The three porn actors readied themselves — they'd be the only guys to fuck me.

"Ready?" asked Marin.

I nodded my head.


"Roll," yelled Marin. 

She took one finger and ran it softly over my lips. I kissed.

"Who are you?" she asked softly.

It sounded different this time. Like she was really asking me, not just doing dialogue. 

I thought about what had happened to me. I had started off selling dildos at a feminist sex toy shop in the Lower East Side. Then I was a pro domme. Then I started fucking a client. I'd become an exhibitionist, exposing myself to hundreds and hundreds of people. I'd danced at a strip club, and let four customers fuck me in the ass. And earlier this week, I'd been a porn star for a day, doing a nine guy, double penetration gang bang. 

And today I'd drunk spit and piss and thrown up all over myself. Now I was bound in rope and going to be glazed with the loads from twenty-eight guys.

I started to cry. I couldn't stop. I was balling. Tears ran down my face.

And I saw the bukkake men stroke their dicks harder.

I was turning them on by crying.

"My name is Kathi Choi," I murmured, "and I'm an American whore."

Marin stroked my cheek, and slapped it. Hard.

That brought me back. I raised my head and looked at the porn actors.

"Fuck. Me." I said.

And they did.

The bukkake men encircled me. Touching me, groping me. They sucked on my tits and forced their tongues into my mouth.

I looked up at Marin. She was smiling. She loved watching me be abused. 

The cock left my pussy, and another porn actor stepped up.

The first bukkake man approached my face. I closed my mouth. Marin wanted all the cum to hit my face. The bukkake man jerked his cock, and his semen landed on me. When he was done, Marin leaned over and sucked all the cum off of me. Then she spat it out into the daiquiri glass. 

Then the second and third. Hot spunk landed on my cheeks and forehead. Some landed on my lips, but I restrained myself from licking it up. That was Marin's job. To collect the cum.

Then two more, then one, then three. I couldn't keep count. I just watched the cocks jerk and twitch, and launch their loads onto me. 

The porn actors switched out, and another cock entered me. It felt good. I could feel an orgasm coming on. Not yet, but I was getting close. 

More men came on me. I felt Marin's tongue on my face as she cleaned me up. And then even more men came on me.

I was so close to cumming now. Instinctively, I opened my mouth.

Some men came in my mouth. And Marin put her mouth on mine, sucking all the cum out. 

I came, thrashing against the restraints. 

The last of the bukkake men came on my face. Then it was the porn actors, dropping their loads on me. And Marin collected every last drop with her mouth, putting it in glass.

We were almost done. 

One of the porn actors lifted my head up. Marin placed the glass against my lips. It was nearly full, ten ounces, maybe more. I looked in the camera and slowly drank the cum. Marin helped me by tilting the glass. And then the cum was gone. I opened my mouth and showed the camera.

Marin took the glass and licked it, gathering up the last few strands of semen. Then she placed her head above mine, and let the cum drip out of her mouth into mine. 

I swallowed again.

"Who are you?" yelled Marin.

"I'm Kathi Choi," I said, "and I'm a bukkake whore and a gokkun whore."

I licked my lips and smiled into the camera. 

Marin slapped my face. 

And we were done.

The rope master untied me and helped me to my feet. I dropped to my knees. An assistant approached with a large bouquet of flowers. A cameraman took photos of me with the bukkake men, me with the actors and me and Marin.

"You were great today," said Marin. "You really put on a show!"

"Thanks," I said, "I think."

The receptionist ran up to me.

"You were so good," she said. "The gero scene was very intense!"

I thanked her, but felt weird. Who gets a compliment for vomiting?

"Really?" asked Marin. "I thought the spit scene was better."

Peter came up now.

"I really liked the bukkake scene," he said. "You looked so good just taking load after load."

I smiled. I imagined Peter jerking off to that scene.

Marin took me by the hand to the showers and we cleaned up. I brushed my teeth again and hit the mouthwash. Then we went to the locker room and, for the first time in hours, we put on clothes.

It felt weird.

Marin gave me my check. Then she gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the lips.

"This was an excellent shoot," she said. "You're going to be a star in Japan!"

"A one-shot wonder," I said. "I think I'm retiring after this."

"Don't say that!" she said. "You're a strong woman. You can do this. You LIKE doing this."

She was right. But I still didn't think of myself as a porn star (even if it was just in Japan). 

"You're special," she said, stroking my cheek. "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Come in around noon, and we'll show you a rough cut of the movie. Then we'll grab some lunch together."

She kissed me softly on the lips. I put my arms around her, and kissed her harder. I pushed my tongue between her lips, and she let me enter her mouth. 

"I'd like that," I said. 

I had a crush on her.

My life was about to change dramatically.