6 comments/ 44711 views/ 3 favorites Whore By: SensualOne70 An Instant Message Fantasy (a true conversation) By SensualOne sensualone: hi Sir Sir: hi slut sensualone: been thinking about you lately…. Sir: oh? sensualone: yes Sir Sir: tell Me sensualone: face down on the floor, kneeling ass up....you come thru the door and run your hands over me...grab my hair and pull me to your groin and order me to welcome you sensualone: i am very hungry sensualone: so i feed sensualone: i take your shoes, socks, pants off.....kiss every inch of you....breathe you in sensualone: lick long firm licks up your balls sensualone: lots of saliva...making my face messy sensualone: take your cock in my mouth and deep throat sensualone: swallowing you into my throat sensualone: i keep sucking and sucking...i haven’t even looked at you yet.... sensualone: finally, you pull my head away roughly with your hand in my hair sensualone: you drag me by my hair into the bathroom sensualone: and shove my head into the toilet...stopping just above the water sensualone: you bend down and whisper in my ear sensualone: so you want to be my toilet? sensualone: you think you are worthy, whore? sensualone: i am shaking with excitement and some fear of what you will make me do sensualone: you pull my head up and lift the seat sensualone: you kneel next to the toilet, your face even with mine sensualone: and tell me to answer sensualone: do you think you are worthy? sensualone: i can barely answer sensualone: yes Sir...i whisper sensualone: your face is still very kind....very gentle sensualone: the next phrase rolls off your tongue like second nature sensualone: you say to me sensualone: if you are to be my pet...then drink sensualone: you want me to drink from the toilet bowl sensualone: to lap it up like a dog sensualone: like doggies do sensualone: i cant move sensualone: i’m so fucking turned on sensualone: and yet i can’t move sensualone: you wait sensualone: like you do so well sensualone: you look at me and say sensualone: i’m waiting whore sensualone: i don’t want to disappoint you this time....i push my head into the bowl sensualone: and i close my eyes and know that my reward will be great if i can do this sensualone: i feel like everything is moving in slow motion sensualone: my tongue comes out and reaches toward the cold water sensualone: thoughts of people who have shit there, who have puked in this bowl before… are fading sensualone: all i can think of sensualone: is how much this will please you sensualone: that's a whore's job…. sensualone: to please sensualone: and i almost feel like i'm smiling sensualone: my cunt is throbbing sensualone: and my tongue dives into the cold water sensualone: and i begin to lap at the toilet water sensualone: like i've not had water for 3 days sensualone: i think about getting to lick your asshole, about cleaning you sensualone: how wonderful you taste sensualone: how you smell sensualone: you hold my hair back and stroke it sensualone: i think you are surprised sensualone: what a good whore....you say sensualone: ‘Master is very pleased’ sensualone: you move behind me and begin to rub your cock between my ass cheeks sensualone: keep drinking whore...you say sensualone: two fingers slide in my asshole sensualone: i feel you stretching it sensualone: i feel your tongue at my hole and gasp sensualone: i feel you spit into me sensualone: you waste no time and push your cock right in sensualone: a gasp and a deep moan push through my lips and echo in the tiled room sensualone: you grab my hair sensualone: and begin to pump yourself into my ass, in long, deep strokes sensualone: i moan loudly and hang onto the bowl...the coldness molesting my breasts, breasts that i know you will beat later sensualone: slut wants to be my whore? i can hear you saying sensualone: you grab my hair hard and push my face all the way down into the toilet water sensualone: i am submerged in the tainted water sensualone: the coldness of the water shocks me and i cling to the bowl, my fingers sprawling at first, then knuckles clutching and turning white ....waiting to breathe, feeling your cock spearing me over and over sensualone: i begin to struggle for air, my body tightens sensualone: you pull my head up just when i feel like i will pass out....the sound of my lungs expanding for air filling the room, coughing on piss water as it gets sucked into my lungs sensualone: you pull my head to the side and begin to slap me, sticking your fingers in my mouth to stretch out the fuckhole on my face, making me gag sensualone: do you like this whore? sensualone: i cannot answer sensualone: you know i like it sensualone: you know this is what I’ve wanted sensualone: i moan and my eyes are glazed with repulse and lust sensualone: i am your whore sensualone: you grab my hair and shove my face down in the water again sensualone: and begin to fuck my ass hard sensualone: pumping and pumping sensualone: my breasts smashed against the bowl, hurting, being pinched sensualone: but the pain relaxes me, it makes me succumb…it makes my pussy so wet sensualone: i feel you quicken sensualone: my head is still under the water sensualone: you smile as you watch me struggle for air sensualone: the hand in my hair pulls my head up for you to spit on me sensualone: thank you Master, I whisper through grateful lips sensualone: you reach down to clench my hips sensualone: so hard that it hurts sensualone: your warm cum fills my insides, spilling out my asshole and down my leg sensualone: my face is resting on the toilet.... sensualone: after a moment, you move next to the bowl sensualone: so that i may clean you sensualone: i can barely move sensualone: but i suck like a hungry whore sensualone: thankful for such a reward sensualone: you push me away gently and point to the puddle of cum on the floor sensualone: your cum that has seeped out from my ass, and sits waiting to be licked up by your whore sensualone: show me what a good girl you are, you say so sweetly sensualone: i back up and begin to lower my face, my full breasts hitting the cold tile sensualone: i look you in the eyes as my tongue searches for the wetness and begins to clean sensualone: after i’ve finished, you tell me to climb into the tub sensualone: to lie on my back in the bottom of the tub sensualone: you straddle over the tub sensualone: and tell me to open my mouth sensualone: you smile sensualone: you ready whore? you say sensualone: yes Master...whore is ready sensualone: your stream rains down on me ....your pee filling my mouth and i swallow greedily sensualone: you cover me.... sensualone: my tits sensualone: stomach sensualone: cunt sensualone: legs sensualone: hair sensualone: when you are done...you shake off on me and tell me not to move sensualone: you tell me to lay there and wait in your piss until you are ready to use me again sensualone: thank you Master.... i say and smile sensualone: you then disappear into the room and relax for awhile while your toilet patiently waits for you sensualone: the end sensualone: *smile* sensualone: how'd you like it? sensualone: man i oughta make a story outta that sensualone: lol Sir: yes you should Sir: finish it and send it to me sensualone: glad you liked it Sir…be happy to make a story out of it and send it to you…. ### Whore Valentine's Day, Las Vegas He was close. I could feel it, and thank God. It had been a long day and among other things, my knees were sore. Despite being well-practiced and even though my signature brand of fellatio was unquestionably expert, he was taking too long, mainly due to a juvenile insistence - mine - that he use a condom. If my mouth wasn't otherwise engaged I might have snickered to myself. Silly me, I should know better. Do the math, girl! Even extra thins increase staying power by some incalculable but outrageous percentage. I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearing ten. I was tired and determined the day would end here, with him. *** I was a total mess after the last time, so I hurriedly pulled on a red satin garter dress, lace-top sheers and a G-string, finishing the pretty picture with a pair of stiletto-heeled multi-strap sandals, which I loved. About to leave my hotel room, I glanced back critically at the mirror. "Hot," I thought, running my hands over my firm ass. Everything was red; the day's official color, you might say. The collection was set off by a white leather jacket that covered the lot -- well not a lot of the lot, but to just about my butt. With everything in place, I stepped out onto Paradise Road, which, given the area's swaggering police presence, was a risky side of the Strip for a girl...like me. Taking my time, I ambled along the sidewalk, stopping periodically to adjust the straps of my sandals and to straighten my stockings. Keeping an eye on the traffic, which was moderate, I watched as drivers noisily shot by at Vegas speed. Drawing near to the curb, a green sedan dawdled momentarily as it cautiously passed. I focused, but smelling trouble, instantly broke eye contact with the driver. He was handsome but I had a bad feeling about him so staring straight ahead, I continued my stroll. The intentional discouragement worked and he drove off. Minutes later a car full of nosy kids ventured near, furiously honking the horn. Some girl was at the wheel and there were boys shouting the usual lewd invitations as they hung from the windows. I didn't react and let them pass. One kid threw me the finger from the rear window and yelled, "Whore," at the top of his vile lungs but again, I didn't respond. A second car followed close behind. I glanced. He was alone in what looked like a rental. I glanced again, this time my attention riveted to his face as he decelerated. He was kinda cute; slim, older maybe - older than those fucking kids anyway. Maybe it had worked. Maybe the red lip gloss and flimsy outfit had attracted the right kind of attention. I leisurely walked over as the window rolled down on the passenger side and glanced cautiously at the back seat, checking to see whether anyone else was inside. Then, lazily, I eyed him. He was alone, a good start. He was good-looking, in a Dan Marino sort of way, something which always helped but wasn't imperative. I let slip a half smile. "Hey," he called. "Hey." "Listen, do you need a ride?" He appeared edgy, his eyes darting to the surrounding traffic. "Depends," I responded. "On what?" "On where you want to go and how long it will take to get you there." He continued to look around at the traffic swirling about. "An hour," he added curtly. "I've got an hour," I answered. With a phony measure of shyness, I looked away, then quickly refocused. "But just about." "How much?" Needing to establish my place in all this, I switched gears and answered matter-of-factly. "We can talk about it but I have some limits. You'll need a condom." "I don't like condoms much," he retorted tersely. He was being obstinate. Sensing he might fall in line if he could get a better look at me, I pushed back, away from the car. "I might be too busy then." Moving away, I took a few tokenish steps but quickly felt the heat from the engine close to my behind. Driving alongside me again, he finally caved and called out, "All right, I'll use a fuckin' condom -- get in." I continued to feel him out as we drove off. Refusing to look directly at him, instead I gazed out the passenger-side window and employing my most disinterested tone of voice asked, "So, what brings you to Las Vegas?" "Convention," he answered. His tone was abrupt. "Yeah right," I whispered almost inaudibly. "What's that?" "Nothing," I smiled, and stared out the window. A moment later we approached Terribles Hotel-Casino, where he slowed and turned into the parking lot. "Do we have to go here?" I sighed. "I hate this place." "Why?" He asked. "There are cameras everywhere. Besides, the lights make me nervous." "I've got a room here," he said. "So, how often do you come here?" he asked quizzically and with the hint of a sarcastic smile. I didn't answer. As gracelessly as I could, I slouched in the car seat, raising my knees and revealing the tops of my stockings. I allowed my jacket to drift above the clasps of my garter dress. Averting my own eyes, I encouraged his to wander my body, a ploy to up the price as we slowly approached the hotel. Parting my legs slightly, I ran a hand up my thigh. "Pretty," he complimented. "Thanks," I said, continuing my blank gaze out the window. He parked and we slipped into the hotel behind the casino. His first floor room was just steps away from the lot. Upon entering, he removed his jacket. He was even better looking in the light and moved deliberately, like a jock. I figured him at about 6'3" or so. He was handsome, 35ish, athletically built and had large hands. Everyone knows about large hands and I always look at hands so I made it a point to check. As he slipped the key into the door, I also detected the faint tan line from an absent wedding band. "What's your name?" "Ellen," I lied. "What's yours?" "Jason," he lied. "So...Jason, you married?" He shifted his weight uncomfortably. "No," he answered, a little too coolly. "So, what are the limits?" he asked, exhibiting a hint of impatience. "You're not a cop, are you?" I countered, looking directly at him. "Not a cop. Just a guy looking for someone interesting, that's all." He sounded genuine. "That's good," I remarked disinterestedly. Slipping out of my jacket and keeping my legs parted slightly, I moved slowly about the room and keeping my back to him, picked up an irrelevant object here and there, allowing him a better view of my ass. I could feel his eyes on me and sensed his growing anticipation. But I wanted to move this along so I suddenly turned to him and blurted, "I'm going to be honest with you honey, I had some commuter traffic earlier today and haven't had a chance to fully...freshen things up. Like I said back out on the street, I've got some limits tonight. You okay with that?" I was narrowing his options and since most guys don't like recently ploughed territory, I hoped a down and dirty head-job would satisfy his...needs. Besides, it would simplify life for me since I was sore. I walked up close to him and tapped his straight nose with a brightly polished nail. "You don't strike me as the sloppy seconds type, so, how 'bout it?" I blinked up at him, adding, "I give the best head." He was quiet for a moment, apparently mulling our little power-struggle. I stepped away and resumed my distracting room rove. Then plopping down on the bed, I crossed my long legs, the rasp of my stockings generating an electric rustle. Looking straight at him, I smiled but quickly looked the other way again. It had the desired effect as it concentrated his focus. When I looked back, he was staring at me. "Beautiful," he whispered, looking down at my legs a little more intently now. I parted them, but not too much. Knowing I wanted to steer him away from full service, I offhandedly said, "Thanks, but you still didn't answer my question. Do I get to know what you want from me? Tell me how you want to come?" He disregarded the question. Instead, no doubt to be sure I was leveling with him about my earlier tryst, he pointed to the red triangle between my legs and commanded, "Move that aside for me." "All right," I murmured, as I lay back on the bed. "You'll like the view. I shaved." I pushed hard on my pelvic muscles, knowing I could produce some telltale evidence. Raising my open legs, I pulled the delicate, moisture-stained fabric to one side, knowing the remnants from several hours before undoubtedly left my vaginal lips glistening. I could feel a slight tingle from one delicate drop. Inserting a finger, I drew a little more into view. It worked. Pausing a moment, he reacted. "So how much for that pretty mouth?" "A hundred will do, but I'll take more..." With a cynical smile, he changed the subject. "I forgot to tell you I don't have a condom - besides, why are you asking for that, if you already did somebody else bareback?" "Don't take it personally gorgeous, it's just that I don't know you and a girl has to be careful. Besides...I forgot to tell you, I brought some with me." Reaching into my bag, I took out a handful of familiar foil wrappers and dropped them on the bedspread. "Here, you pick." Giving me a disparaging look, and pointing to a magnum wrapped in black, he halfheartedly admitted, "That one." "Good," I responded happily, lightening the tone. Thumbing my G-string I asked, "Do you want me naked?" He shook his head slightly while approaching me. Looping his thumbs in the satin straps of my dress, he whispered, "Let's drop these." He reached up to help, and they easily slipped from my shoulders. Carefully pushing the top down, he added, "Nice tits." I placed a palm over each nipple like I was self-conscious, then gave him my "what now?" look. "Go to the mirror, bend over and kiss yourself." I raised an eyebrow and using my studied Mae West impersonation, murmured, "All right, darling." I never broke eye contact as I sauntered and following instructions like a good girl, I leaned in, letting my heavy breasts sway a bit, extending my tongue to meet the slippery glass. "That's nice," he said, moving toward me from behind. He reached under me and rolled my nipples between his strong fingers, pulling my breasts gently in opposite directions. It hurt, in a nice sort of way, and I could feel his erect penis against my bottom as he slid the G-string down my legs. Thinking it was time to admit I was enjoying his touch, I moaned softly. When he had finished and seemed good and hard, I turned, caressed his face and placed the sealed rubber to my teeth before dropping down in front of him. A swift stroke of his crotch revealed all. "Definitely worthy of an XL," I announced in a calm voice. He smiled nicely. Working his belt buckle apart, I unzipped him. His pants dropped easily to his knees and he pulled his shirt off. As he stepped out of his shorts, he interjected a peculiar order. "Give those boobs a lift." Without comment, I did it - several times in fact - allowing them to flounce on my chest. We laughed together for the first time. I liked his laugh and was getting into this guy. I lifted his testicles as I ran my hands over the firmness of his erection. "You are a big boy," I observed, raising my eyes to scrutinize his half-closed lids. Seeing him in such a state gave me a better read, of course, and in under a minute I learned just how big he was as his cock completed its passage to arousal. Carefully, even a little surgically, I sized up his sizable member, finding myself eye to eye with its thick glop of precum. It was clear, sticky and rested almost forlornly at the tip. Despite attempts to remain detached, my senses warmed at the sight and I found myself wanting to pause a moment, to suck it into me. There was no doubt in my mind, he wanted it too, but strangely, he didn't push it. I was a little surprised. That's when I did something wholly contrary to my better judgement. Instinct preached to me, and I'd promised Taryn, the best friend a girl could ever have, that anytime I played this little game, I'd do it with condoms. She called it "safe mode." "Even for oral?" I'd asked incredulously over a bowl of hot buttered popcorn one night, not long ago. "Even for oral!" she'd replied emphatically. It was a no bullshit kind of response, and we even shook hands. But instead I was irresistibly drawn somehow and suddenly reached out to touch his penis with my finger, capturing a slender string of translucent liquid. Eying him more thoughtfully now, and after making sure he was looking on intently, I flicked my tongue like a viper, catching his man fluid as it dribbled down my finger. His taste gave me a chill. Then revisiting his tiny slit, I thumbed its leftovers, rubbing it under the head of his penis. He responded as I knew he would; his upper torso leaned backwards. My eyes took in the hair on of his broad chest, now seeming to stand on end; an arrow narrowing downwards to the thatch of curls between his legs, and somehow pointing directly at me. He stood momentarily, as if a marble likeness of a Grecian god, pausing, waiting as his senses returned. Then he leaned down and did the unthinkable; the thing which girls don't get very much of these days, something that startled me. He kissed me! In response, I did the unthinkable and I raised myself up, to follow that kiss as he tried instinctively to back away. It wasn't just any old kiss either. It was deep...special. His tongue plunged aggressively into my mouth, tasting me yet knowing fully that this very mouth had had...other work this very day. But apparently not caring, he lingered anyway. His taste made me smile. For the first time, I truly felt happy that I hadn't walked off and left him when we'd met earlier that evening, but rather had gotten into his car and allowed him to take me to this place. But reason did return and as we calmed, I caressed his face and set the sealed rubber to my teeth before dropping in front of him where I efficiently unwrapped it, expertly drawing it down over his penis as he gazed down at me, less suspiciously now, but still silently protesting the use of the cumbersome gadget. "Your wife is probably on the pill," I ventured craftily. Looking up at his face, I lazily manipulated his big balls. "It doesn't always occur to married guys that things on the outside might be a little...different. But oh, I forgot -- you said you're not married." "Yeah." He laughed a little nervously, I thought. "So," I requested, continuing to stroke his rather lovely cock, "are you going to pay me?" "Sorry," he said impatiently. Reaching for his pants he drew a money clip from his pocket, and pulling two crisp fifties, dropped them on the table. "Sure you won't come up with one more of those?" I only half-protested. "Let's see how you do," he countered. He was taking a little more control of things, which I liked. "Well then, are you ready?" I asked. He nodded so I showcased a big smile for him. With the hard parts of the arrangement completed, I tugged at his testicles and drew him to me, taking the tip into my mouth. Working with my customary efficiency, I kept one hand on his balls and one on the shaft and drew him in as deeply as I could, working my tongue to his scrotum. Reaching down, he firmly lifted my hand from his dick. A little surprised, I pulled away. "With your mouth," he warned. A purist, I thought, before adding, "That's fine, love." I opened my mouth wide and took him back in, bobbing my head back and forth over his engorged shaft. An older man might have required more effort. They take longer to ejaculate and a girl needs to work harder -- especially with a no-hands rule in effect! I used my hands a lot with those guys. But wasting someone his age only using my mouth, even with the condom, wasn't a big problem. I worked, steadily increasing the tempo, paying special attention to his perineum. Keeping the knuckle of my right thumb fitted tightly up against the little place, it wasn't long before I could feel him surging. Suddenly, he grasped my hair; not too hard, but firmly enough to draw himself in and out of my mouth in a way he controlled - a good sign; he was about to finish. His big dick banged at my throat, and with my hands pressed against his thighs, I pushed him away, giving myself a moment's rest as I choked and coughed, my eyes watering uncontrollably. Mercifully, he paused, giving me a second to catch my breath. After I stopped coughing, I looked up almost pleadingly. He was breathing heavily and paying no more attention, quickly reinserted himself. Moments later, his legs stiffened for an instant and he whimpered faintly, then stopped and held my head as if in a vice. His sperm was hot against my tongue as it poured into the reservoir tip of the condom. Then the intensity of his rhythmic spurts tapered off, signifying the pending disengagement of our momentarily joined sexualities, which was about to halt completely after those few violent seconds. With my hands still resting on his muscled thighs, I enjoyed the feel of his strong body. Perhaps sensing that, he stayed in place, his cock filling my mouth, forcing me to breathe through my nose in heavy, audible gusts. I waited patiently for him to settle, after which he awkwardly drew back. "That was nice," he sighed, his sweating chest still heaving. He caressed my hair before pressuring my reluctant lips for a revisit. I opened again and he continued on, getting his money's worth, sliding his still safely encased dick in and out of my mouth. In an attempt to acknowledge the compliment, I pulled back briefly. "You're nice." I coughed again, carefully working the top of the condom from his glistening organ. I could feel steamy warmth emanating from the little pouch. Once it was off, I held the elongated bag in my fingers and coyly tilting my head, I looked up at him. Gently swinging it like the pendulum of a clock with his semen acting as a counter-weight in the tip, I ran my fingers over it, pushing the hot liquid close to the open end, but pausing before it overflowed. He gazed down at me in anticipation, watching carefully as I drew the nippled end into my mouth and back out again. Smiling, I repeated the sultry gesture again and again, adding, "Just keeping it warm for you. Um...listen, I could probably be persuaded to do something...creative with this wonderful load. Think you might like something...special?" Without hesitation, he said bluntly, "Sure I would." "It will cost a little extra, you understand." He frowned, but not too intently and again reaching for his pants, drew another hundred out and placed it on the nightstand. Shit, I pondered, hiding my surprise. I would have done it for fifty. My smile broadened in acknowledgment. Then raising the spent condom over my upturned face, I paused a final time, looked up into his eyes and drew two fingers down the vulgar object's full length, wringing it dry -- well, nearly dry. Droplets of semen poured out of the safety of the little sack onto my forehead, strands straying into my eyes and onto my nose and cheeks. Then holding the sticky vessel between my teeth, I used my hands, working the warm white liquid into my skin, covering my face, throat, breasts and shoulders, leaving my upper torso glistening wet. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen any woman do," he moaned, finally displaying a touch of enthusiasm. Releasing the condom, I drew him down to my lips for a final kiss. "I like you, mister. Maybe we can do it again if you return to Vegas," I offered, smiling up at him. "We'll see. Maybe. Possibly." His words sputtered, as if he suddenly wanted to hurry me along. "Do you need a ride?" "No. But listen. I kinda had fun tonight. So, I could...maybe stay for a while longer?" His broad smile was all the answer I needed.