4 comments/ 58417 views/ 8 favorites His Slut Ch. 01 By: CSK My cell rang at 5:42pm. I picked it up and noticed that it was Alan. Alan was an older man that I had met at one of the local bookstores and I had been a regular booty call of his. Being twenty-one years younger than him, myself twenty two, he forty three, we fit the bill for each other's needs. I needed an older man that used me like a slutty girl, and he needed the young tight body that I so easily let him have whenever he wanted. I picked up the phone and said, "Hello." "Are you busy today little girl?" "The only thing on my agenda is pleasing you sir," I said, smiling. "Good. I would like you to come over in thirty minutes. Wear those pink lacey boy shorts you have. Be sure that all the hair is off your body and that you smell good. I want you to bring that strawberry lip gloss that you have. I have several business associates coming over and you will be the entertainment." He then hung up the phone and I went to preparing myself. I stripped naked, got into the shower and went over my body ensuring that all the hair was off. I kept myself bald everywhere, but it's always good to check. My hands felt good as they rubbed over my body. I love my body and am not ashamed to admit that it turns me on. I have a flat stomach with good definition, but not grossly defined. My butt is round like a girls and I have small pecs. I have a cock that is perfect. It's not huge. It's about 7 inches cut, shaped really nice with two yummy looking balls. As the water ran over me, my hands turning the body wash into a lather, I thought about Alan. He was older, but still in shape. I became his slut almost 3 months ago. I come over when he wants and I suck his cock, let him play with me, shower with him, and about a month ago we started fucking. He treats me like a little girly slut and I make him feel better than anyone else ever has. I dried off, conditioned myself and, with my cock still hard, slipped on my pink cock ring. I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed my lip gloss, pink chocker and strawberry lube. Jumping into my car, my stomach fluttered, knowing that I was to be the center of attention this evening. Alan had never shared me before, but he knew that I wanted to be in the middle of several older men using me. I arrived at his large house and pressed the buzzer, letting him know that I was there. A single beep and then the large gates in front of me opened, allowing me access to the house. I drove down his long driveway, and parked in the circle in front of his house. As I got out, I noticed that only his 3 cars were here and no one else appeared to be here. I walked up to the large doors and pressed the bell. Moments later, he opened the door, standing only in his robe. "Eager are we", he questioned? It had only taken me 22 minutes to get here and he was right, my hands shook in excitement and my cock throbbed at the anticipation and I was still only standing on his front step. "Yes sir", I responded, my voice shaking. "Good," he said, "the guests will be here in an hour and I need for you to serve us drinks tonight and keep these gentlemen happy. We are playing poker tonight and you are to do anything they want, do you understand?" I nodded and he motioned for me to step inside. I came in and immediately he pushed me, chest first, against the wall and closed in on me from behind. I instinctively pushed my ass back against him and I could feel his hard cock poking at my ass through my jeans. His breath was on my neck and he lifted my hands above my head, pinning me there. He began to grind on me and told me that he needed his little "girl" to clean him before the guests arrived. "Whatever you want sir," I moaned breathlessly. He turned me around and kissed me eagerly, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. He nibbled on my lips and worked his mouth down to my neck. I exhaled sharply as the sensation from his kisses ran down my body, exciting my cock. With his hands still around my wrists, he began to walk towards his master bathroom, towing me along like some bimbo. We got there and stood in his large bathroom. His house was just short of a mansion and his bathroom was bigger than my apartment. His shower was a large, almost communal size shower with several overhead waterfall nozzles and several massaging jets that shot out from the wall. He removed his robe and I stood there, looking at his beautiful body with his large cock protruding magnificently from his body. "Strip." I took off my shirt and then slowly pulled off my jeans. I turned around as I did, wiggling them down over my hairless girly ass, looking back at him while biting my lip. The look in my eyes was complete lust. My supple ass cheeks, wrapped in lacy pink boy shorts came into view and I saw him devilishly smile. He liked my pink shorts because they had a hole in the front that let my beautiful cock stick thru. He told me to remove the shorts and prepare the shower. I did as I was told, knowing that his eyes never left me. I turned back to him as the water cascaded over my young body and motioned with my finger in a "come here" motion that it was ready for him. He stepped into the shower and again kissed me, our naked bodies attacking each other. My hands ran over him, admiring how well he kept his body. I squeezed some body wash into my hands and began to bathe him, starting at his chest while looking into his eyes. My hands continued to soap up his body, first his chest, then his abs, then down to his pelvis, but deliberately missing his massive cock. I then walked behind him, putting more body wash in my hands and began on his back, massaging his neck and shoulders, running down the rest of his back and then to his tight ass which I caressed and cleaned. The shower was washing the soap off as I put it on him, so with more soap in my hands, I knelt down behind him, and began washing his legs. He then turned around and I washed the front of his legs and then bent over more to wash his feet. I then looked up at him and he smiled lovingly down on me. I placed more soap in my hand and brought my hands to his beautiful erect cock and began to clean and stroke him. His head went back in ecstasy as my hands manipulated his cock. I knew he liked what I was doing to him. Until now, no words had been spoken and I looked up at him and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He just stated that he wanted to save my ass for his guests, but he wanted to feel my mouth on his cock. I let the water rinse us off and I continued my manipulations of his penis before lifting up his cock and placing kisses on his large balls. I stroked his cock with my right hand, my left hand on his leg, as I kissed and then licked his hairless balls. Even under the warm water, I could feel the heat emanating from his cock. I held it up and ran my tongue up the sensitive underside of his cock till my tongue came into the large head. Without stopping, I swirled my tongue around his head and then brought my lips to it in a sensual kiss. I began to kiss it more and more, each time taking a little more in with my mouth. I was French kissing his cock. I moved my left hand up to his balls began to roll them around as my right hand started stroking his lovely member. With each kiss I took more into my mouth, slowing, taking almost a full minute before I got his entire head into my mouth. He loves it when I suck him this way. The water cascading over us made the entire session so erotic and the way that his hands fumbled over my head, sometimes caressing my cheeks, sometimes resting on or grasping my head was so sweet. He loves the way I make him feel and I love making him feel spectacular. He changed his grasp on my head to the back of my head and gently pushed his cock in, signaling me that he wanted more. I began to fuck his cock with my mouth, letting it slip in and out of my mouth. With each inward stroke, I let my tongue swirl out under his cock just that little extra. Over the past few months, I have learned to take him completely into my mouth and if you've ever sucked a large cock, there's nothing more gratifying than having eight inches of hot cock filling your mouth and exploring the upper regions of your throat. His thrusting became more needing, and with one hand he guided my head using my mouth like a pussy and with the other, he held my chin and occasionally slipped his hand down to feel my throat expanding. He picked up speed even more and I heard his breathing becoming more shallow and erratic, his legs trembling as my hands, no longer needed on his cock, massaged his balls and legs. I was there on my knees to make my master happy and to let him use me. Quickly, he took his hands off of my head, pulled out stroking vigorously at my face, and looked down at me. I continued to rub my hands on his legs, looking up at him with my mouth open and my tongue out. The water splashed down over us, causing me to flutter my eyes, and even trough the cascading water I could feel his cum explode onto my face, the first shot hitting me over my right side from forehead down to my chin and covering my eye, the next one landing higher on my forehead and I am sure my hair. His next few found there mark on my extended tongue and I hungrily withdrew my tongue tasting him in my mouth. A few more drops landed on my chest and neck, quickly washed away with the rest. I leaned forward and replaced his hand with mine and stroked him even more, never taking my eyes off of him. He finally looked down, after his head was thrown back in orgasm. As he did, I leaned forward and cleaned him some more with mouth, filling my taste buds with a few more hints of him. I stood up and we embraced, my cock finally touching something again and we kissed. "You are definitely going to help me out tonight," he said humorously. I turned off the water and retrieved a towel. I started drying him, slowly and sweetly, until I was again on my knees, lifting up his feet to dry them. I leaned forward and kissed his cock again and he played with my hair. "These men tonight will know your pleasure, but I'll still be your little girl," I said, and then stood up and dried myself. As he dressed in some khaki shorts and a polo, I conditioned myself again, pulled my panties on, ensuring that my throbbing cock was put thru the special hole, I put on my cute pink chocker, and then I applied my lip gloss, causing my lips to become wet looking. I know how he likes my plump lips and this makes them look so irresistible. I spiked my short hair the way he likes it and sprayed some sweet perfume. He kissed me again and I caught our reflection in the mirror. So out of place we appeared, me a young hairless twin in pink boy shorts, a pink chocker and my hard cock pointing thru and he, 4 inches taller than me, dressed like he was about to go play a round of golf. He stood behind me as we looked at ourselves in the mirror. He leaned down, putting his mouth next to my ear as his hands went to my ass and told me that I looked so fucking yummy. I smiled and bit my lip. I was his to do whatever he wanted. I lifted my arms up, putting them above me, holding his head in place and his hands went to my tight abs and chest, caressing them. We stood in silence enjoying each other. The silence was shattered as the gate buzzer rang, announcing our guests. I perked up and he told me to go into the kitchen and start getting ready. I needed to make sure that limes were cut, the bourbon was ready and that the tequila and salt were out, because we were going to start out the evening with some body shots. I turned around, kissed him and said, "Whatever you want master. Use me tonight however you want. I won't say no." ...next: Chapter 2. His Slut Ch. 02 I walked into Alex's large spacious kitchen, and saw several bottles of liquor spread about his counter including some high price bourbons and tequilas. There were several limes, yet to be cut, sitting on his glass cutting board and a container of margarita salt sat nearby, unopened. I quickly sought out the large lowball glasses and placed them close by and made sure that I had several fillers such as coke and sprite to accompany the bourbon, should the gentlemen decide to request one. I heard Alex and several other voices speaking in the game room, not far off from the kitchen. Alex had told me that these men were coming to play cards and I was to serve them in any way they requested, whether it was to get them a drink or snack, or to let them play with my nubile young body. I was what he called, the deal closer and I was to be their toy for the night. I was warned that these men would be all over me, some of them rough, treating me as the slut I was portraying this evening and that some of them might even have some strange fetishes that I was to indulge them in. I grabbed the bottle of Patron, the salt and some lime wedges that I had just cut, placed them on a silver serving platter and sashayed myself towards the game room. As I entered, the men were still standing around talking, but my presence silenced them as I walked in, cock semi-hard, poking through the hole in my lacy pink boy shorts and complimented by my pink choker. The men, varying in height, all seemed to be in rather decent shape. Even the most out of shape of the four men had only the slightest belly. "Gentlemen, here is our maid for the evening. He prefers to be treated and talked to as if he was a dirty little girl, so SHE will be here all evening to do whatever I or yourselves asks. If you need a drink, she will get it for you. If you need to go to the bathroom, she will be more than happy to hold your cock for you and assist you in washing up. If you want to play with her, be my guest. Tonight is all about you gentlemen and to celebrate our upcoming union, I propose a toast." With that, Alex walked over to me, grabbed me by my free hand and brought me to the large oak table. He removed the tray from my hand and placed it on one side of the table. He then turned me towards him, with my back to the table, reached around and grabbed my ass, picking me up off the ground. I immediately put my arms around his neck, my legs wrapped around his body and he began to kiss me in front of these men. He moved forward, positioning me over the table and pushed me off of him. I was surprised by the coldness of the table on my barely covered ass and to keep from falling backwards, I put my hands behind me, propping me up. I looked up at him with a devilish grin and kept my legs around his waist, refusing to let go. "As you can see, she is quite eager to please," he said and then commanded me to lay back. I did as told, arching my back as it hit the cold wooden table. He unwrapped my legs and I placed my feet up on the edge of the table. I spread my legs apart, opening myself to him and closed my eyes. After a few seconds, I felt a tongue just below my chest. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, licking his way up towards my neck. He moved his large hands behind my neck and brought me upright again, myself moving my arms behind me to steady myself. He told me to move my head to the side and as I did, he grabbed the salt and sprinkled some on my now exposed and stretched out neck. He then grabbed the bottle of Patron and handed it to me. I reached out and grabbed the bottle as he removed the cork top. He then drew one of the lime wedges and looked at me. I was wondering where he was going to put that, but my suspicions were not long lasting as he grabbed my hard cock and, holding it by the head, squeezed it onto my penis. The acidic tingle on my cock caused a moan to escape my lips. He then smiled at me, and I took a large swig of the tequila, holding it in my mouth as I once again tilted my head to the side allowing him access to the salt that was clinging to my skin by a barrier of my master's saliva. He leaned forward, put his hand behind my head and took a long lick of my neck, sending shivers down my spine directly to my lime covered cock causing it to twitch. He then moved my kid to his and his lips connected to mine. I parted my lips and with my tongue, pushed the Agave juice into my master's mouth. He released our kiss, flipped his head back swallowing the clear juice and then leaned over, taking my rock hard cock into his mouth. The sensations, from the tongue on my neck, to the aroma and taste of the tequila that was still coating the inside of my mouth to the warmth of my master's mouth on my hard cock, was causing my head to swirl. He pumped me several times with his hot mouth, ensuring that all of the lime juice was successfully removed from my penis. "Who's next," he asked, looking at the four gentlemen. The most out of shape of the men, an average looking man, stepped forward and grabbed me forcefully by the hair, moving my head to the side. He leaned in and slobbered over my neck before grabbing the salt and dumping it on m neck. This guy had very little couth and I believe that the dominating characteristics of his personality were coming out. I again, took a gulp of the tequila, holding it in my mouth as he devoured the salt on my neck and then forcefully brought me to him, and with great force, kissed me. I pushed the liquid to his mouth and as we kissed he swallowed the juice and continued to kiss me, his tongue probing my mouth for the last remnants of the tequila. He then pushed me away, and down on the table. He leaned over and, with very little talent, began to slobber all over my cock. His tongue was everywhere and even though there was no style, the abundance of saliva from this man did wonders on my cock. This was the ultimate teasing, the different sensations and the starting and stopping of the mouth service on my already excited cock was driving me crazy. This went on for three more men, some gentle, some teasing and one gentleman whose mouth must have been blessed by an angel as it's sensations on my cock were better than any I've received, be it from a girl or a boy. After all of them had gone, Alex walked up, and caressed my cheek, looked right into my eyes and asked if my cock hurt from all of the starting and stopping. I proclaimed that it was very little discomfort compared to the exhilaration of serving my master. The other men chuckled at this response by Alex's little boy toy. He told me to lay back and masturbate for them, ensuring that all of my cum was to land on my body. I did as I was told; laying back, my legs still spread and I began to work on my cock. I played with my balls while slowly pumping up and down on my cock. I was so close to cumming when I started that it took me less than two minutes to spray my hot body with a large amount of stored up cock juice. Cum flew all over me, in at least seven full squirts, eventually slowing down and covering my cock and hand with cum like the melted wax running down the sides of a lit candle. "Gentlemen, enjoy," said Master Alex. The men swarmed around me and their mouths went to my body, licking and sucking my spent cum off of my hairless body. One of the gentlemen kneeled down between my legs and took my semi-hard, cum-covered cock into his mouth, cleaning me like I've done so many times for my master. One grabbed my hand that I had used to jack myself off, and took each finger, one by one, into his mouth, sucking the cum from my fingers. Once my body was clean, the men moved away and admired my glistening, saliva covered body that lay spent on the large wooden table. Alex told me to get up and go prepare some appetizers and some drinks for the gentlemen as they were going to start playing some Texas Hold 'Em. I slid off the table and gathered the used lime wedges, salt and half empty Patron bottle. As I did, I noticed that there was a mixture of salt, lime juice and some of my cum covering the table. Most people would have gotten a towel to clean up the mess, but I just bent over, and began licking the table, enjoying the different tastes that were assaulting my mouth. I wiggled my ass as I did and I felt several hands slapping and rubbing my ass as I cleaned off the table. "You got yourself a good one this time Alex," stated one of the gentleman, presumably one of the men groping my young ass. "I know. Just wait till the evening continues. I have a nice grotto in the pool outside, great for gangbanging a young bitch like this one and, Tomar, since I know you like water sports, my shower would be a great place to finish off the evening by pissing all over this little girl. As I said, she will do anything I ask of her and that privilege is extended to you four tonight as well." I just smiled, still bent over, lapping up the last of my salty-lime-cum concoction from the table. My cock began to tingle again in excitement. ..............next: Chapter 3. His Slut Ch. 02 She awakens to the sound of a truck starting headed down the driveway. As she looks around the room, she thinks to herself for awhile before getting up. What am I doing, this is crazy? She recalls the past and what has brought them to this point. If someone had told her a week ago that things were going to go this way she would have told them they were fucking nuts, but here she was, in his house; after having just spent the night with him. Then she remembers the look on Deans face when he opened the door. The look on John's face when he got punched...it was all to real to have been a dream. The sting in her buttock area said that she hadn't dreamed it all. When she decided to get up and take a shower she doesn't notice the truck in the yard. She looks to see if John had left her a note or anything...she tries to call him on his cell phone, only to hear the damn thing ring from the bathroom. She gets in the shower and soaps herself all up. It wasn't too many days ago, that she and John had shared a shower in here. She is so lost in her own thoughts, that she didnt hear Dean open the door to this house. He can hear the shower running and steps inside the bathroom. Undresses himself and is about to step inside the shower with her when she turns off the water. She reaches out to grab her towel and a hand grabs her wrist. "Dean, come on don't do this." She knows by the hand who it is. "What do you mean don't do this, you enjoyed the last shower we had. Why cant we take another one while he is gone?" "Dean...you know why. Get dressed, go...this is his house and after last night I am not going to anger him any further." "Did he hurt you?" "Dean he didnt do anything to me that I haven't asked for in one way or another. Just go, take your things and go before he realizes he doesn't have his phone." "I can't believe that you would rather be treated like a piece of meat instead of like a young woman." "John cares about me Dean, he just shows it differently than you do. Dean I love him. I love you too, but I have loved him since I was a little girl. I need him and he needs me. Please try to understand." "You hurt me last night, and you know he told me he was going to bring you up to the apartment so I could see for myself whose whore you are. He has also told me other things that I refused to believe or repeat, but you need to know he calls you his personal whore, he tells all the guys at work that you suck him off after hefucks your ass, and when your on the rag, you clean his cock off for him. I guess I should have believed him." "Dean, I don't believe you. Now you are trying to hurt me. Go. Get out, take your things and don't come back. By the way it worked, but get out RIGHT NOW." As Dean gets himself dressed again, she hears the sound of a very familiar vehicle driving down the road. "Fuck, here he comes." By the time the vehicle had pulled into the driveway, Dean was dressed picking up his things. The truck door slams and John rushes into the house. She is in the bathroom and has locked the bathroom door. She hears yelling and then the slam of the house door. She is wrapped in a towel sitting on the bathroom floor shaking, thinking about all the things that Dean just said, then she starts to cry just a few tears, before there is a knock at the door. "WHAT!" she yells. John's voice comes from the other side, "Open the door." She says nothing, gets up and turns the lock, and sits back down. She is having trouble believing all the things she was just told by Dean. Again she hears John speak. "Open the fucking door." "You want it open, you fucking open it." He turns the knob and opens the door. Looks down and sees her curled up in the corner on the floor. He sits next to her, and quietly speaks..."I have just three questions for you. First, who told you to let him in." Through her tears, she says, "He let himself in while I was in the shower. Where did you go?" "sshh, I am asking the questions. Two...why are you in here sitting on the floor crying?" She takes a deep breath and spills everything that Dean had just told her, the entire conversation was played back like a tape recorder lived in her brain. When she had finished, he takes her chin in his hand and tips her head up and toward him, he softly kisses her lips and quietly says, "Get dressed, I will ask the third question when you are done." She crys out as he gets up..."John please don't go." "I am only going to the kitchen, wash your face, get dressed and come out." She takes one of John's t shirts off the dryer and puts it on. When she comes out of the bathroom she sees John and Dean sitting at the table, having a perfectly normal conversation. She turns toward the stairs and runs down them hoping to hide down there. Thinking to herself, I can sneak out the back door. She picks up her pants and undies putting them on. She hears John call her name, just as she closes the back door. Yeah ok, she is out now, but where can she go. Whichever way she turns, they will see her, so she sits outside. Then she realizes this is an exercise in futility, she proudly stands up, and walks back inside and triumphantly walks up the stairs. They are at two different sides of the living room looking out the windows to see which direction she is headed. "I am still here." Was all she said as she sat at the table. John walks over to her and whispers in her ear. The look on her face slowly changes while he is talking. When he has finished speaking, she slowly turns and looks at him and says boldly, "NO WAY, UNLESS THAT WAS A PIG FLYING BY THE WINDOW JUST NOW!" He smiles at her and calmly says, "Question number three, do you want to stay here with me, or go back with Dean?" "John, that's not fair. You know damn well I want to stay with you." "In that case, a pig must have flown by the fucking window, because if you are staying with me...you will do this, and hurry the fuck up." She glares at him as she gets up and walks over to Dean, "It is my understanding you would like one of John's blowjobs. Please allow me to see to your wish." Dean opens his zipper as she gets down to her knees, taking his cock in her hand. She takes the head in her mouth and slowly works it to the back of her throat. She starts to get herself into the rhythm, and is mouth fucking his cock. When he cums, she takes it all in her mouth, holding it there, deciding to have some fun with this. He says thank you to her and the twinkle in her eyes, tells him that she is up to something. She gets up off her knees and walks to John, sitting on his lap she looks him in the eyes as she spits Deans cum out on Johns shirt, "Happy? Be happier I didn't kiss you. I thought about it." John grabs her by the hair and pushes her face into the mess she just made on his shirt, "Clean it up!" Her face at this point was covered in cum as she has her face pushed into it. What remains, she licks off him. Dean set five one hundred dollar bills on the table and says, "You win John." Then he speaks only to her..."Don't come crying back to me when he hurts you. You chose him you live with it, and today proves you are a whore, I hope your pimp gives you a cut of the money." He turns and quietly closed the door. As she turns her head to look at John, he had this cruel looking smile on his face as he says..."My turn." "Fuck you." she exclaims as she tries to get up off his lap. He holds her there, and says..."Yes, you can, after you suck my cock, like a good whore." He grabs the top of her head and a handful of hair pushing her face closer to his cock, she is going to be turned into a pretzel if she doesn't try to help herself, so she pulls her legs so she can slide off him onto the floor. He takes out his cock and she begins to lick and kiss it. Then she takes his cock into her mouth and turns this into a quick blowjob. He knows what she is dong, she has sucked his cock so many times over the years. He holds her head while his cock is all the way down her throat and gruffly says..."I have all day, I didn't say I wanted a quick blowjob." She slows herself down and begins to apply the same techniques she has used over the years. He sits back and enjoys the feel of his cock in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the base, slowly working her way to the tip and then slides it fully down her throat. Back up again with the tongue swirls, repeating the same process over and over, her fingers come up and grab the base of his cock, squeezing it gently and milking his cock with her hand as she brings her head up. She can feel the throbbing in his cock, hoping he won't stop her, she goes back to full speed, moving her tongue and sucking on his cock like a baby nurses on a bottle. As he cums, she takes his length down her throat and swallows it all. She keeps sucking to be sure she has not wasted a drop. She looks up to see him smiling at her..."If, you gave him a blow job like that, I should have bet 1000.00 instead of 500.00." She glares up at him and he sees how she is looking at him. "Don't do it. I know what you are thinking, and if you do it, I will have to hurt you back. Get up off the floor and drink some of this coffee I went all the way to town to buy for you. I got you a glazed donut too, but maybe you have had all the glaze you want today." chuckling to himself. He was right she had thought about biting him when he made the remark about the money. She gets up and drinks her coffee in silence. Neither one of them speak as she finishes her coffee. She gets up and puts the cup in the trash and starts down the stairs to get her own shirt, so she can go home. Shaking her head at herself...I can't believe I have been so stupid. She is so lost in her own thoughts she never heard him come down the stairs. She turns angrily to head up the stairs and bumps right into him. "What's the matter with you?" he asked. "If you can't figure it out. I sure as fuck ain't going to tell you." "Yes you will." He takes her hand in one of his and then places the other hand on her breast. Rolling the nipple slowly between his fingers, he says, "What's the matter." She still refuses to speak. He guides her to his bed and unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down. She doesn't resist, they have played the "I don't want to" game so many times, she knows he will win. His fingers work their way to her pussy and he starts to slip his fingers between her pussy lips, bumping her clit every so often. He whispers in her ear, "What's the matter?" Her pussy is dripping wet, and he easily slides two fingers inside her. Using his thumb, he pushes on her clit while his fingers fuck her pussy. When she is close to orgasm, he stops "Tell me what's wrong, right now, or I am going to tie you to this bed and play with your pussy, just like this until you tell me." "Nothing is wrong, please make me cum." "Nope, not til you tell me what's wrong." "Nothing, John, whatever it is I will get over it." "Dont say you weren't forewarned." He says quietly as he reaches for something under the bed. Her hands are secured together above her head. Her legs spread wide and tied there so she couldn't move them. Then he got up and walked upstairs, quietly saying, maybe you wanted me to tease you...now you think a little while." She could hear him moving around up there and then she yelled to him "John please let me go." No response. "John, please." Still no response. She starts to cry a little and then says..."Come down here please so we can talk." Still no response. A little while goes by and finally he comes down the stairs. Not speaking at all he reaches out to touch her pussy. She flinches a little and he slaps her pussy lightly, he can see the reaction her pussy has. "Is my slut horny?" "Yes John, I am horny please fuck me and make me cum." He sits quietly, running his fingers along the inner thigh. "Talk." Finally she looks at him with tears in her eyes. "I am not a whore." Smiling at her, he leans over and kisses her passionately, when he breaks the kiss, he says, "You are if I say you are. Don't make me angry, don't make me regret a decision I have made." She is about to speak, when he sets his finger on her lips and says, "shush." She closes her eyes to take deep breath and can feel his cock near her wet pussy..."So that's what is wrong, my slut doesnt like being called a whore. Well if my slut,, my whore, my bitch...my whatever I want to call you. Get used to it if your living with me." Her eyes grew wide, and she says..."I will try." He slides his cock into her soaking wet pussy and as he does she looks up at him. He smiles at her while he pounds her pussy, and says "Do you want to cum?" "Yes please." "Tell me what you are." His cock slams into her pussy, hitting just the right spot, she is going to cum and with tears in her eyes she says, "Please make your whore cum, please." He kisses her as he drives his cock harder and harder into her and they both climax together. He slowly unites her, catching his breath and as soon as she is freed she puts her face between his legs and cleans off his cock for him, bathing it with her tongue. As they drift off to sleep, he says "I am going out with the guys tonight, you are staying here." His Slut Ch. 03 The evening drags on and on. Sitting at home waiting for him, not knowing how late he will be, she just knows she is supposed to wait for him to come home. At 1130, she decided to go downstairs and climb into bed. She must have dozed off while she was laying there, the next thing she knows he is sitting next to her on the bed. "I thought you were waiting up." "I thought you were coming home at a normal time, not 2 am." As she turns away from him to roll over, her arm is grabbed, "Where do you think you are going?" "to sleep." "Not yet, I told you I was bring home a surprise for you now get over here and help me get these jeans off." She groans a little and gets up to help. She kneels at his feet, sliding the jeans down off his legs. He smiles as he holds one side of her face. The underwear comes down off him next and his hardening cock almost hits her face. "Taste it, slut." She knows now what he was talking about, as her surprise. He had been out fucking someone and hadn't washed and now he was expecting her to suck him clean. She refuses. He holds her head by the hair and says very quietly, "Your ass must not be sore enough from last night, unless you want me to add some stripes with my belt, I suggest you stop refusing me and get busy." "But John..." She is interrupted by his fingers being pushed into her mouth, three of them rather quickly too. She almost gags on them as he holds the back of her head. "No but...anything. Do it, and do it now!" She reluctantly begins licking the head of his cock, then down to the base, she licks and sucks a little here and then there until she no longer tastes "her." Then her mouth opens and she takes the head into her mouth slowly taking the length into her throat. Sucking on her way up and licking and swallowing the way down. Smiling at her, he holds her head down on his cock and says, "do you know that the entire time I was fucking her, all I could think about was this moment?" Her heart suddenly realizes something, and her speed increases as soon as he let her head go. As he cums down her throat she has a feeling of inner piece. He grunts a little as she swallows all his cum and as his cock softens in her mouth, he thanks her and says "Get me hard again.". She keeps sucking his cock until he is hard as a rock. He lays her down on the bed and climbs over her, setting the head of his cock right at the entrance to her wet pussy. Then he begins to talk..."there she was sitting at the bar all alone. I walked over to her and started talking. I bought her a couple of drinks and when she said she had to go home, I walked her out to her car. You know it's funny the damn thing wouldn't start, so I offered her a ride home. By the time we got to her house, she was flirting with me more than I was her. She invited me in for one last beer." He looks into her eyes and says..."my my, seems my little slut enjoys hearing this, you have taken half my cock and I haven't moved it's all been you." Her face turns red as he continues to go on about her sucking his cock and climbing on top of him, sliding his cock into her pussy. He then pulls his cock out of her and says "come upstairs with me." He gets up off the bed and walks up the stairs. She reluctantly follows him and finds him sitting on the couch. He motions to her with his finger to come over to him. As she is about to straddle him, he says "No. Lay here." He was telling her to lay across his lap like she did the night before some could spank her. "John why?" "Two reasons, first you didn't wait up and you refused me earlier. Let's get this done so it's over and done with. NOW!" The tone of his voice meant he was not kidding around and she did as he asked. The first couple weren't too bad but then it was like he remembered her calling him a pussy the night before and he opened up with some harder slaps. She could hear them hitting her, before the pain registered in her brain. He continues for a few minutes and when he was satisfied she had been punished enough, he spoke "Now get on me and ride my cock." She, with tears in her eyes from the spanking, climbs on his cock and slides it right into her dripping wet pussy. He takes her face in his hands and gives her a kiss. Her body continues to work his cock, and when he grabbed her ass cheeks roughly in his hands she winces a little. He pulls her forward and whispers, "Next time I tell you to wait for me, I think you will now, won't you?" "Yes, Sir. I will. Please can I cum, please fuck me and make me cum." He grabs her hips and begins to power fuck her pussy. "You want to cum?" "Yes please. Please don't stop...right there, please. Oh my god yes." They cum together and she collapses on top of him, setting her head on his shoulder. When there breathing returns to normal, he smiles and points to his cock. She takes his subtle hint and slides down off him and takes his cock into her mouth to clean it off. They go down the stairs together and climb into bed, as she snuggles in close to him to go to sleep, he says, "You can call me Sir from now on when I give you something to do. I like that." "John I don't know where that came from." "Doesnt matter to me where it came from as long as it stays. Good night." "Yes Sir, good night." They both fall asleep in each others arms, him thinking about how close he came to losing her, and she...about how much she loves him and the fact that calling him Sir wouldn't be so bad, in fact it almost seemed more than appropriate. His Slut Ch. 04 Things had gone fairly well for several months. She settled in to his routine. She was treated more like his girlfriend. He started taking her out places, he still went out on his own, but she went out with him some too. One night they were at a fair. He was getting pretty drunk and started hitting on this woman. No slut is a better word. When she overheard him damn near begging the slut to fuck him, she reacted badly. With a fuck you attitude she walked up to him and poured what was left of her beer over his crotch anD told him not to beg, it made him look cheap. You could see his blood pressure rising, as she continued with, "I didn't realize you were in the need of the services from a slut, now I know...I am headed for the midway, maybe I can make a new friend too." She turned to walk away and had an afterthought...looking back at him she smiled as she continued to walk and said, "don't worry about me, if you're ready to go before i get back, I am sure I can find a ride." He took three steps forward and yelled..."I wouldn't do that if I were you." "your not me." He was walking in her direction so she did the only thing that she could think of, she ran. She ducked into one of the barns, ignoring his warning. She glanced over to see if he was following her. He must have been looking for her already because he wasn't next to the truck. She really knew better than to take off like that and when he finds her he was going to be livid. But there was a small satisfaction in knowing she had told him off. She saw him walk by, looking pissed, she figured she was in this deep she might as well go deeper. She walked up behind him and said,"Pretty sad I have to stoop to these levels to get your attention, wanna walk with me or am I going a different way?" He reached out to grab her without saying a word, but she was quicker and took off between two rides. What she didn't know was that he had help right then. Two helpers in fact that managed to catch her off guard and grabbed her, carrying her kicking and screaming back to his truck, and they waited for him. By the time he got back to the truck he was fuming mad. He paid each of the guys fifty bucks for helping him and then turned to her, She tried to be brave and stand tall but, sheepishly asked.."Where is your slut? Didn't figure you'd be done with her for several more hours? You know I am not a pissing post. Isn't it enough that I know...but to be so blatent about it in front of me." He walked up and stood real close as he said through clenched teeth, "Shut the fuck up, or I will shut you up. I dont want to hear another word from you right now.". He had his hand drawn back as though he was going to backhand her.. She braced herself for it, bit her lip and held back anything else She was going to say and just got into the truck. "Now give me your goddam clothes." She hesitated for just a minute, as she looked up at him she could see there was no softness, or gentleness in those eyes. She knew he was serious. She removed her clothes and handed them to him. He threw his sweatshirt on the floor, told her to kneel on the floor. He took her by the hair and looked deep into her eyes. "No more fucking around, you stay right here, just like that until I am ready to go. Got it?" She refused to answer him, which only fueled his fire. He didn't push this time though, he locked the door and walked away. She didn't know how long she was there, but after a while she could hear movement outside the truck. Knowing she didnt want anyone to see her predicament, she kept quiet...then she heard voices, his voice and another woman's voice. Then there was the unmistakable sound of fucking. The slut was even holding onto the back end of the truck for support while he plowed his cock into her from behind. So here the girl in our story sits kneeling on the floor of his truck while the slut gets fucked by her boyfriend. When John got in, he said nothing to her, simply put the key in the ignition and drove home.The ride home was silent. When he pulled in the driveway, he said nothing as he climbed out of the truck. He went inside and down the stairs. She wasn't sure if she should get out or not, she hadn't been told she could move. A few minutes later he was at the truck door, with a cocky smile, "you can come in now." she knew he expected her to walk naked and she did, he followed along behind her. "Go to the bathroom if you need to, then your going to the couch and I am going to bed." She laid there in silence the entire night, didn't sleep at all. She just wanted to go downstairs and make everything better between them. She knew he was mad, but suddenly the real reason she was upset was gone. She just wanted it fixed. Whatever it took. When he finally came up the stairs he had something in his hand. "come with me." was all he said. He walked her to the barn and went through the morning chores..."You'll do these from now on. 430 every morning. Do you understand what I am telling you? For now, though, come stand right here." She moved at his request, and he began wrapping loops of rope around her and the post she was standing in front of. When he had her tied securely he came over to her and gave her a kiss, and said. "What were the words you used, last night? Pissing post? Was that it slut?" she nodded her head slowly. Somehow she knew her words were going to come back to haunt her. "well now, little girl, I want you to know, you are a pissing post, right now, and if I want to keep you right here for all my friends to piss on too, I will." She began to beg him not to leave her like that. While he was taking his morning leak all over her feet and legs. " I should after the way you embarrassed me last night." The only words that came to mind were..." Please don't John. Please, I promise I will be good, but please don't leave me here like this." "Your right, begging makes you sound cheap. I think you should stop right now, and maybe I will be back before I leave. One thing is for certain...you won't be going to the fair again tonight. Or this year for that matter." She remained quiet, realizing she too had to pee too, and decided what the hell, might just as well go here too. When he finally came back for her, he relived his bladder one more time and said very coldly...." the next time I tell you I need to take a leak...you better beat me down here, or you will be tied here for a very long time. Have I made myself clear? Every time I have to piss from now on will be right here." She nodded her head. He grabbed her throat gently, just enough to turn her on, but not enough to hurt. "I didn't hear you slut." Speaking very quietly..."Yes Sir...I understand." He untied her and gave her a swat on the ass. "Go back to the house after you have hosed down your legs, go take a shower. I will be back up shortly." Keeping her head down, she made her way to the house. Realizing that she truly was, his pissing post...or anything else he wanted her to be, because in reality she would never leave him. She loved Him that much. And despite the humiliation aspect or perhaps including it, being HIS was what kept her motivated.