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Boris

By: Ashson



Debbie, my flatmate, had been acted oddly for about a week now. Something was bothering her but she seemed reluctant to talk about it. Initially I just put it down to man troubles, but normally she talks to me about those. When she started griping about the lack of a current boyfriend I knew that whatever her problem was it apparently wasn't a man. I dropped a few broad hints that she should tell all but she ignored them. Unusual, as normally she spilt everything.

I came home on a Friday evening to find Debbie both worried and relieved. An odd combination. She finally decided to tell me all. She has a small problem with gambling on occasions. She doesn't bet on credit but if she's got excess cash she blows it. How she gets excess cash is beyond me, but she manages to.

It turned out that she had five hundred coming to her from some old biddy who'd died and left it to her. Anticipating the money coming in Debbie had placed a largish bet with her bookie and blown the lot. The bookie wanted his money and then Debbie found there was a minor delay in the settling of the estate and she'd have to wait a while for the money. 

The bookie not being a patient type Debbie had taken steps to avoid him and he'd sent her a number of stroppy messages. Now, finally, her money had come through. She had the cheque in her hot little hand. All she had to do was bank it, wait until it cleared, and give the money to the bookie. All would be sweet. 

Unfortunately, having been avoiding the bookie, he'd left a message saying he would be around tonight to collect. She could show him the cheque and promise early payment but, and it was a big but, the past avoidance meant he might decide to teach her a lesson for delaying without explanation. 

What she wanted from me was my presence when the bookie rolled up so that she'd have a witness. She didn't think he'd pull any stunts while there was an innocent witness standing by. I didn't really have much choice but I put the cops on speed dial on my phone, just in case.

That evening the doorbell sounded off and Debbie when and answered it, coming back to the lounge room with a couple of strangers. Talk about your freaking odd couple. 

"Ah, Suzie, this is Andre, my bookmaker. Um, I don't know his friend's name."

"Is Boris," said the second man. 

Now let me describe these two gentlemen. First we have Andre, the bookmaker. Neatly dressed in a very nice tailor-made suit. His hands were so neat and clean that he must use a manicurist. His hair was just so, the signs of an excellent barber. He was smiling and handsome and seemed quite affable. A very nice sort of gentleman. A trifle short for my taste, though. He would have had to stand on his toes if he wanted to reach the five foot mark. He could have got a job as one of Santa's pixies with no problems. 

Boris, the second man, was something else again. More casually dressed than Andre, but still neat and tidy. Ugly, but in a pleasant way, if you know what I mean. With a face like his you would automatically respect him and decide not to get on his wrong side. He was also on the larger side. Like, the size that Andre was missing, I knew where it had got to. Boris had stolen it. He was massive, standing there like a great chunk of granite. He wasn't obviously muscular in the manner of body-builders, just huge and fit. I suspect that he'd probably eat a body-builder and look around for another one. Oh, and his voice was a soft mellow tenor, that just seemed to say trust me, even though all he'd said was his name.

My immediate assumption was that Boris was Andre's enforcer, and a pretty fearsome one if he got nasty.

"Before we discuss the outstanding account, why is Suzie here? I thought this was to be a private meeting where we could amicably settle our problem?"

"You've brought Boris along," I pointed out. "I'm just here to make sure you don't try to get physical with Debbie."

"Ah, I see. You're afraid we might beat her for not paying on time. I wouldn't do that. She's been a good customer apart from this little lapse, which I'm sure we'll sort out. However, certain legal constraints mean that I must ask you to move to another room while I chat to Debbie. I'm sure you can understand why."

I could. He didn't want to discuss illegal gambling in front of a non-customer. I might be a witness against him and he wouldn't want that. It didn't matter. I wasn't budging.

"Still, I can see where you might be worried and I feel your concern. To ease the situation I'll have Boris go with you. That should ease your fears that Boris might come on strong with Debbie. I assume that you are not going to fear me trying to beat up Debbie, what with her being so much larger than me?"

He said that rather whimsically, smiling. Debbie looked insulted that he was inferring that she was a large woman, but she was somewhat larger than Andre, I had to admit. Somehow I just could not see Andre trying to attack her. 

Debbie shrugged, indicating that Andre's solution was OK by her. With Boris out of the room she would probably feel a lot more confident. Reluctantly I departed, shadowed by Boris, and went and sat in my bedroom. I could hear Debbie starting off with a tangled tale, starting with the recent demise of an elderly relative. I was prepared to guarantee that she'd spend the next fifteen minutes telling her story. I hoped that Andre would be able to follow all her circumlocutions. 

Boris calmly sat down on my bed. I couldn't really complain as it was probably the only piece of furniture he'd actually be able to sit on.

"So, could you give me little scream, please?" he asked.

"A what?"

"A scream. As if you'd seen mouse or spider. Can you do this?"

I was alone with a nut. To humour him I gave a little scream.

"You are kidding, yes? That is supposed to be scream?"

Boris just reached out, picked me up, and dropped me across his lap. From that position it was dress up and panties down and a genuine scream. 

"That is better scream," observed Boris. "Another like that, please."

"What?" I was definitely in a small room with a certified maniac.

Boris sighed and popped me on the bottom. My god, it sounded like a clap of thunder when his hand landed on my bottom and of course I gave another scream. It was in the aftermath that I realized that he hadn't actually hurt me. The spank had been loud but, apart from a minor sting, painless.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded.

"Scaring your friend," he replied. "She hears scream coming from here and her imagination will suggest all sort of things. All in her mind and no one gets hurt. Is simple, yes?"

I have to admit that it was simple. Debbie was probably having kittens hearing me scream. I extended the time it would take for her to explain things to Andre. She'd probably gone back to square one. 

"Well, fine, I guess," I grumbled, "but can you let me up so I can pull up my panties."

"Ah, no. I like seeing your bottom. It's nice and white and round and very soft."

I was stuck there, seething, while his hand rested on my bottom. At least, he wasn't trying to grope me.

"OK. Time for you to ask me to stop it. You don't want me doing want I'm doing. Tell me loudly."

More frigging theatrics. I gave it my best performance, pleading with him to get his hands off me.

"Give me a break," Boris said, sounding disgusted. "I tell you this, free of charge. Don't take up acting for a career. You'd starve. You need to put some feeling into it." 

To assist me in putting some feeling into it he ran his hand down between my legs and started massaging my pussy. 

I bucked and squalled and told him just what he could do with his hand, speaking very plainly.

"That's much better," he said. "You see what you can do when you try? Now hush up for while. Give your friend time to talk to Andre."

I could have hushed up a damned sight more easily if he'd just taken his hand away. He just kept on idly rubbing my mound, to my great disconcertment.

"Ah, Boris, could you please stop doing that?" I asked, trying to be polite.

"No. Is fun. Don't worry. I stop soon enough."

It was that voice of his with his slight accent and his gentle manner that was getting to me. I mean, here's this monster rubbing my pussy and telling me that I shouldn't worry and for some reason I didn't. It just seemed that I could trust him and that he wasn't going to hurt me. But I still had this feeling that I really shouldn't be bent over his lap having my mound massaged.

Boris finally gave a little sigh.

"OK," he said. "Is enough of that. One final message that you can pass on when you talk to friend."

To my relief he put me back on my feet. Sort of. He stood up with me still on his lap but instead of me falling to the floor he caught hold of me, spun me round, and I was leaning over the bed.

"Hold still for moment," he said and like an idiot, I did.

Next thing I know his hand is back on my pussy, easing my lips apart slightly, and he's whipped out his cock and is leaning it against me. I was all ready to scream my head off but he got in first.

"No worry. I not ram it into you," he assured me. "We just stay like this for a moment. When talking to your friend you will be able to tell her there was cock and pussy action and not be lying."

The way he said it, it made sense. Not now, but then it did. I just stood there, feeling him pressed lightly against me. I couldn't credit I'd been such an ass when I finally spoke up.

"Ah, Boris," I muttered.

"Yes?"

"You're, um, you're going deeper."

"Well, yes, but very slowly. Is good."

With that he kept right on pushing his cock into me. Very slowly, as he said.

"Um, Boris, I'd like you to stop, please," I prompted him.

"No. You don't," he said very firmly, and his cock continued its inexorable entry, with my passage apparently quite happy to stretch and take him. He kept on pushing until he was all the way in me and I have to say that he felt as though his cock was built to the same size as the rest of him.

He pulled my top loose from my skirt, pushed it up, and undid my bra. Then his hands went around me to claim my breasts. We just stayed like that for a few moments, and then he started moving.

He didn't just start banging away, but slid gently back and forth with smooth, almost cautious, movements. My initial attitude was he can do the bloody lot himself, but it felt good. Before I could gather my resolve I found myself starting to move with him, with the same gentle rocking motion.

"Is good," he said. "You move nice."

I actually felt quite pleased that he was complementing me. And he didn't stop at the single comment, either. All the time he was taking me he was praising me, sweet talking me, telling me how fine I felt, how well I moved with him, how soft my breasts felt, how sweetly I made love.

When he suggested that we move it up a notch it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to do so. I was wanting to please him in the same way he was pleasing me. He was driving into me harder, and I was still keeping up with him. Excitement was welling through me. My arousal was complete and I just wanted him to keep on doing this. I could hear myself pleading with him to do more, go harder, and I didn't care, just as long as he did more and went in harder.

He did, banging away in fine style, pulling right back and then driving home, letting me feel his cock come rampaging along my passage, slapping all my nerves awake, telling them that it was time to play. What with his hands on my breasts pulling me towards him and his hips driving his cock smartly home and me lifting my bottom and pushing to meet him, I was having a high old time, and my excitement levels just kept right on spiralling upwards.

I was making little excited sounds, and they were coming faster and faster, but so was he, and I couldn't stand it. I couldn't keep up with everything that was happening and I suddenly just lost it.

I climaxed, vigorously, shuddering and shaking and moaning, feeling him jerking against me, knowing that he was also climaxing. 

He was still moving gently against me as I came out of my climax, but even as I lifted my head he stopped and gently disengaged. I could feel him hooking up my bra again and when he finished I stood up. He was already doing up his trousers.

"Come along," he said. "Time to see if Andre has made terms with Debbie."

I hastily straightened my own clothes and followed him out. Debbie and Andre were in the kitchen, drinking coffee, with Debbie chattering away. She didn't shut up when she saw us. Just changed the subject.

"All sorted out," she said happily. "As soon as I told Andre about the cheque he pointed out that I didn't have to waste my time banking it. I could just sign it over to him and he could bank it. Not only that, but the cheque is for more than I owe him so I now have some credit with him."

"Oh, fine," I said. "I'm glad that was all sorted out so quickly. Why didn't you come and tell us that you'd sorted it all out."

"I was going to but Andre said just relax. Boris would bring you out after a few minutes and we might as well have some coffee while we waited. Have fun talking to him?"

"Ah, fun, ah, not really. We just talked about psychology and my chances of being an actress, which he rates poorly. Um, didn't you hear us yelling?"

"No," said Debbie. "We came into the kitchen and the TV was on so we didn't really hear anything apart from the TV."

I looked at Boris and he just shrugged, a smile on his face.

Shortly after that Debbie saw the pair of them out. She came back, burbling excitedly.

"You apparently made a hit with Boris," she said. "He wanted your phone number. Says he wants to continue your conversation from where you left off. He says you put your points across very nicely and he found you quite a handful."

Isn't it nice to be appreciated?

Boris Bewildered



Across the soft green plain, the predator stalks his prey. Ears laid back against his skull, he flexes his claws. Soon the enemy will feel their sting. The interloper would pay for invading his domain, just as all the others have. The predator seizes the chance for a surprise ambush. In a blinding rush he leaps to the attack, vicious claws spring free and sink into soft unprotected flesh.

***

On the couch Greg and Beth kissed passionately. Tonight was their third date. Greg had almost cheered when she invited him back to her apartment.

"Ow," Greg yelled, right into Beth's startled face. "Your cat is out to kill me."

"Leave him alone," Beth said. "Boris is a good kitty."

***

From across the room, where he leapt to avoid his foe's counter attack, the predator blithely stares into the invader's accusatory eyes. The predator returns to the kitchen, his chances are limited if he stays in sight.

***

"You don't get it," Greg said. "That little monster has declared war on me. Even worse, he's winning."

"Boris is just playing. He likes you and wants to play with you."

Greg decided to table the matter. He knew he would never get around the stubborn blindness of his cat-lover girlfriend. He pulled her forward into another kiss.

***

In the kitchen, the predator hears the enemy lower his defenses and continue the bizarre human sex play. He cleans a paw, biding his time. Soon will come a chance for an even greater sortie against the hated invader.

***

Back on the couch, Greg forgot his four-pawed nemesis, passionate kisses all he could think of. He kissed down her face to the side of her neck. Beth's moans spurred him on. Greg caressed her breasts through the fabric of her T-shirt. He pulled her shirt up over her head, revealing her lacy black bra.

This is it, Greg thought. Finally we have entered uncharted territory, as long as ... the cat! Greg swung around to search for sneak attacks, and saw Boris stalk towards him. ***

The predator sees the enemy notice him, and retreats to the kitchen. He knows surprise is of the essence when faced with such a formidable opponent. The predator is a clever beast, wise in the art of war. He will bide his time, and strike when least expected. Soon the invader's blood will stain his claws.

***

Beth didn't appear to notice Greg's momentary distraction. She reached around to unclasp her bra. She pulled the shoulder straps down and slipped her arms out. Beth leaned forward to kiss him, and the bra fell away. Soft warm flesh brushed against his arm as he returned her kiss. He ran his hands down her back across her smooth skin. Then he raised his hands to her shoulders and gently pushed her back.

Beth met his eyes then looked down at herself. Instinctively he followed her gaze. Greg saw she was all he had dreamed. Light pink nipples pointed at him from the peaks of her pale flawless breasts. 

"So beautiful," he said

Her creamy skin begged to be tasted. He kissed her lips again. Greg returned to nuzzle and kiss the side of her neck. Beth gasped and writhed. He kissed her shoulder, collar, and between her breasts. He returned to her lips to steal a kiss, and then after a soft flick with his tongue, he took her nipple in his mouth.

Beth hugged Greg's head against her breast. Her soft moans drove him to suck, then softly bite. He noticed a flash of grey fur out of the corner of his eye.

***

The predator advances on his distracted enemy. He crouches low to the floor. His tail twitches in sharp jerks as he sets himself to pounce. The sudden movement is his only warning. A well-aimed pillow smashes into his head, tumbling him across the room. The predator retreats to the kitchen to avoid further attack.

***

Score one for opposable thumbs, Greg thought. That will show him.

Greg felt Beth pull his shirt off. She stopped to kiss his navel, nipples, and the base of his throat. She kissed his lips as his shirt cleared his face, then reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He stood to let her pull them all the way down, then stepped out. Beth ran a finger along the bulge in his boxers, then pulled them to the ground as well. She kissed the tip of his erection, then motioned him to sit. Beth stood and turned to face him. It was his turn. Greg reached out and unbuttoned her jeans. He pulled them down slowly over her hips. He Slid his hands down her long, delicious legs. Her panties matched her bra, black and lacy, and soon joined it on the floor. Her bush was trimmed in a neat blond strip. Greg couldn't resist running a hand along it. She squirmed and giggled.

Greg pulled Beth back down onto the couch for a long kiss. He ran his fingers along her inner thighs, and stroked the warm wet slit where they joined. He kissed his way down her body, and stopped just below her navel. He moved down to her knees, then kissed his way back up.

***

The predator sees that his moment is at hand. The enemy lies unprotected, his senses blocked by the mistress's legs. The predator moves to position to pounce.

***

Beth's moans moved up the scale to sharp cries, as Greg's mouth neared the place she wanted it to be. He parted her with his fingers, and flicked his tongue against her clit. He sucked and licked at her until Beth cried out in orgasm, her back arched, her muscles locked.

"I want you inside me," Beth panted. "I want you inside me now."

Greg entered her slowly, sliding all the way in. He reached down to steal a kiss, then started moving in slow, continuous strokes.

Beth began grinding her hips against him. Her hoarse throated cries of pleasure rose in pitch. Greg sped up his strokes, pounding into her now. Soon Greg neared his own orgasm. Carried away in a storm of pleasure, they climaxed as one. Beth screamed out his name. Greg gasped deep, savage, grunts.

Later, as they lay intertwined, Greg thought to ask, "What happened to Boris?"

"He left, out the cat door," Beth said. She reached under the couch to switch off her ultrasonic screamer. "Boris is a good kitty. He knows when he isn't wanted."

***

On the street, the predator shakes his head as the painful screeches die away. He knows he lost this battle, but there will always be another day, another fight, and now he knows where the box that screams lives. It will soon pay the price, and then the enemy will have no protection.



Boris's Whore



I worked in a sandwich bar, for Mr Luigi and his wife. And, as part of the deal I lived in the flat above the shop.

Mr Luigi or his wife opened up the shop in a morning and I would go down to help with the lunchtime rush, then I stayed on and closed up about 8 o'clock.

My name is Sarah, I'm a pretty (I'm frequently told) 27 year old brunette. I'm fairly tall and slim but my best feature, or at least the one that gets most of the attention, are my large breasts. Male customers amuse me by giving their order to my chest rather than to me, but I do find this a turn on, so it's not a problem. I know it's a bit naughty but I often wear a low top, and when I'm bent down over the counter I know it gives the customers a good eyeful.

I had recently been getting a regular customer who usually arrived just before closing time. A well educated "classy" man in his 40s, who always flirted with me, and I guess, I flirted back! I was a little bit in awe of him actually, he's a very commanding presence, very authoritative. We have got as far as exchanging names, he's Boris. Sometimes he stays to eat his supper at one of the tables in the shop.

So last week I was filling a roll for Boris' supper. The way he was looking at me, I really thought he was about to ask me out, and yes, I wanted him to. Instead he asked me what I earned. I didn't really want to tell him, it's not a lot, but my wages do include the flat. Anyway, he asked me if I'd like to earn £100 for half an hour's work. I laughed, fat chance!

No he said, he was serious, he'd give me £100 for a blowjob.

I was a bit surprised and shocked, but decided to laugh it off

"No really." I said.

"Really," he replied.

I was beginning to feel a bit upset "I am not a prostitute", I said a little shortly, He took out his wallet and laid five £20 notes out on the counter. That was half a week's wages for me. Of course I had no intention of picking it up, but kept looking at it as I prepared his roll. Meanwhile Boris' eyes were fixed down my blouse.

He said, "I know you are not a prostitute Sarah. Think of it that we obviously enjoy each other's company and we are two friends helping each other out." I kept looking at the money... half a week's pay.

He told me he really fancied me, that's why he came to the shop so often and this just seemed like a good chance to get to know me better.

Finally I said OK in a quiet voice, picked up the money and put it in my purse. It was nearly closing time so I locked up the shop door and put up the closed sign, I grabbed his hand, and lead him outside round to the door of my flat.

I didn't want to take him into my bedroom. I had got up late and the room was a mess. Also I couldn't remember putting my vibrator back in its drawer after I had used it last night. I would have been horrified if he had seen it, so I took him into my lounge. I left the main light off, but turned on a table lamp. Then I stood there, looking at Boris, suddenly feeling very nervous and not sure what to do next. I noticed my hand was shaking a little. If Boris hadn't quickly taken control of the situation I know I would have backed out.

"Sarah, come here, " he said. I stepped forward and he stroked my cheek. "So pretty", he said and I felt myself blushing. He held my face while he kissed me.

"Take off your shirt," he told me. At least following his instructions meant I didn't have to decide what to do. My hands were sweaty and I couldn't get the buttons undone. I felt myself blushing furiously, but eventually it was off.

"Now the bra" he said. I fumbled with the catch, managed to undo it and slid it off. My breasts are large but delicate. They are very sensitive and I'm always nervous of anyone touching them. I couldn't keep them still, my very breathing made them quiver and he gazed at them for ages, before reaching out and cupping them both, lifting them gently and burying his face between them. I began to relax when I realised he was going to be gentle, (well today anyway, what happens later is quiet different)

He guided me to my knees and told me to take him out.

I struggled getting his cock out of his trousers because he was already erect, but when I saw it I thrilled. It just looked so glorious, big and red, with a beautiful shaped tip. He put his finger in my mouth and I sucked on it before moving down to his glorious cock.

I started kissing the head tentatively and soon I was enthusiastically sucking and licking.

He asked, "How far down can you go?"

I pulled away and said, "Not very far" I said. "It makes me gag."

"Try," he said.

I went back to work on his cock, taking as much as I could. He showed me how to wrap my hand around the shaft and move up and down in time with my mouth. His hands were squeezing my breasts, not as gently as before, but it was lovely. I was getting beautifully aroused.

Then he gripped my head in his hands and I felt him tensed. Soon he was spurting into my mouth. He told me to swallow it all. I had never swallowed before, but with him holding my head I hadn't any choice. After the initial horror, I found I liked the taste of his cum. Afterwards there was some round my mouth so he guided my hand to wipe it up and told me to lick my fingers clean.

He returned to rubbing my breasts while I kissed the head of his cock gently.

He asked me if I'd ever had sex for money before.

"No!" I said forcefully. He smiled, kissed me, and told me it was great, I was really good at it.

I offered him a coffee and was disappointed when he said he had to go. 

In truth I was feeling very aroused and desperately wanted to be fucked. He let himself out, saying he'd see me again soon. If I wanted to make any more money...

Needless to say I kept waiting for him, even delaying closing up at night in case he came. It wasn't the money, it was him I wanted.

Of course I was struggling with the idea of sex for money. I thought maybe we could have a real relationship. When he came next time I would refuse the money, but take him upstairs anyway.

I was now dressing for work much more carefully, wearing my tightest jeans and lowest tops while I waited for Boris to return. I spent most of the money he had given me on sexy revealing tops and a very low cut bra.

When he did come I was just about to close up after a long and busy day. I honestly wasn't thinking about him at all, and there he was, smiling at me. He said he didn't want to eat, but had just come to see me. He took out his wallet and laid £100 on the counter. I didn't want to take it, but I wanted him, desperately.

I started to speak, to tell him what I thought, but before I could really say anything he put his finger across my lips, picked up the money and put it in my hand. With a resigned sigh I took him up to my bedroom. I soon as we were through the door he held me in his arms and kissed me. He sat in the armchair behind the bed and I sank down to my knees in front of him, but he said "No Sarah, this time I want to fuck you"

He told me to undress. It was a real ordeal with him watching me so intently. My attempts to do it sexily dissolved into farce. My sweaty fingers couldn't undo the top fastening of my jeans, then I tripped and almost fell with them round my ankles. I was wearing the sexy underwear I had bought with his money, a pink frilly bra and matching thong and I did try to take these off seductively (I had been practising in front of my mirror). Eventually I was standing in front of him, naked, while he stared at me. I felt myself blushing furiously. He told me to turn round. I gave him the back view, then front again, He told me to spread my legs, then open my pussy with my hands. He said he could see how aroused I was. He said I looked soaking wet. I was so embarrassed that all my desire seemed to wilt. He came to me and took my breasts in his hands while he kissed me. Still kissing me he moved a hand behind me and began slowly to slide it down my back. I gasped when he reached my arse cheeks and he slowly moved his hand down between them. He didn't stop until he was holding my pussy from behind. Again he laughed at how wet I was, causing more blushes. I sort of hung round his neck, with him kissing me and his hand working on me. I opened my legs as much as I could and began to hump myself against him while his hand still worked my clit from behind.

I told him how hot I'd been ever since I had sucked his beautiful cock, and how mean he had been leaving me without doing it to me.

By now he had a finger or two inside me and I was near to a climax when he pulled away, leaving me moaning.

He dropped his trousers and pants and sat in the chair. I straddled him, putting that gorgeous cock inside me. It felt so so good and I just sat there for a moment, relishing the feel of him.

I started to move up and down, humping him harder and harder until I came with a crashing orgasm that left me gasping and trembling. He gently fondled my breast while I calmed myself, still cuddled on his knee with his cock inside me.

He gave me a few minutes to recover then began thrusting up into me. He took my hand and led it onto my clit and I was soon humping up and down again to meet his thrusts.

As I began to cum he said "Show me what a good whore you are,"

I gasped and tried to stop, but the orgasm swept over me and I gave in to it with a loud gasp.

As I was cumming he whispered "You are my whore, aren't you? My £100 whore..."

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" he asked, stopping his thrusts.

I opened my eyes and begged, "Don't stop..." "Yes, what?"

I felt the tears coming as I gasped "I'm a whore."

"Good girl," he said and fucked me very hard.

He began to cum and feeling his hot sperm flooding my pussy had me gasping and shuddering too. I sat on him while we calmed, it was lovely feeling his big cock slowly fading inside me while he kissed me lovingly and fondled my breasts. By now I was perfectly comfortable with his hands on my breasts, he treated them gently and lovingly.

When I got off him he told me to clean him with my mouth. I really didn't want to, he reached down for his trousers, took out his wallet and thrust a £20 note in my hand. I still didn't want to do it, but didn't know how to say no to this man. Once I began it was OK. I had already discovered liked the taste of his cum, and didn't really mind tasting myself as well.

Afterwards I felt really embarrassed about what I had done, and got dressed quietly while he put his trousers back on. He kissed me gently and left, saying he'd see me again soon.

I had told him that Friday nights were my nights out with the girls. I really looked forward to them all week, and hoped that by telling him he would leave my Fridays clear. But he obviously had other ideas. I wonder now if already he was trying to separate me from my friends, or maybe I'm just being melodramatic.

Anyway that Friday he phoned me at work and told me he'd pick me up after I had closed the shop. I hadn't heard from him for a few days so I was thrilled and excited to hear his voice. Also, I guiltily remembered that I had spent the money he had given me, and already had plans for anything else I might get. So I gave the girls a miss without much thought.

I was just fixing my lipstick when I heard him at the door. I had dressed really sexily for him. I wore what my friend calls my "follow me home and fuck me" skirt, short and full, with black stockings and suspenders underneath and a low top. Actually, probably what I might wear anyway on a Friday night out with the girls, we seemed to compete over who dressed most sexily!

When Boris arrived, he stepped inside the door and closed it. He gazed at me and seemed to approve. But then he asked me to lift up my skirt. I blushed furiously but he said "Come On, don't forget I'm paying you". I was trying to ignore that fact. Anyway I did lift it up revealing my very brief pink lace panties. He told me to give him my panties. 

I couldn't look at him as I pulled them down and gave them to him. He put them in his pocket, kissed me with his hands under my skirt and on my bottom, then led me out to his car.

In the car, he asked me how I felt about what we had been doing lately. I said, "It makes me feel naughty... nasty... I don't know..."

"But you like feeling this way don't you? And you like the money,"

I gazed at the floor, not knowing what to say" He seemed to need an answer so I did say yes I did. I started to tell him about how I had spent the money but he didn't seem interested.

I had no idea where we were going until he stopped outside an adult shop and he told me we would see how naughty I could be. He gave me £30 and told me to go inside and buy a big black artificial cock. He told me that if it weren't big enough he would send me back to change it.

Of course I have shopped for sex toys before, but in a women's only shop where the girls are really helpful and don't make me feel embarrassed, but this was a shop that catered for men. There were rows and rows of porn magazines, with men browsing them, not another woman in sight. 

There were toys in a display case but nothing I would call big. It obviously amused the man behind the counter to pretend he couldn't hear me when I asked for a big black dildo. I had to speak so loudly that everyone could hear me, and they made sure I knew it with lots of catcalls and lewd suggestions.

Anyway after he had asked me about five times what I wanted he eventually produced a black latex cock with a vibrator in it. It was enormous, much bigger than I could manage, but in my panic I bought it quickly, along with a set of batteries. He didn't offer to put it in a bag so I had to carry it out to the car trying to hide it under my arm. Boris seemed delighted with it and told me to try it at once. He told me to leave the batteries out for now.

He asked me if I liked black cocks. "No, not at all" I said emphatically. He thought for a moment then asked me what I wanted to call my new toy.

"Boris Two" I said.

"No", he said. "Call it Eric"

"Eric?" I laughed. He didn't explain further but insisted I call it Eric.

He told me to show him how I used it, now, in the car while he was driving. I reluctantly pushed it up under my skirt, but he wanted to see and made me pull my skirt up. Despite my shame and humiliation it soon got my juices flowing.

"Put it inside" he said. I gradually worked it in, and to my surprise found I could take it. It filled me enormously. I began to fuck myself with it and came gasping just as we were driving into a motel car park.

He gave me a moment to calm down, gave me some cash and told me to go in and get us a room. I was about to go happily but until he told me I had better stand well back from the desk, otherwise the receptionist will smell sex on me and know I'm a hooker.

I was blushing deeply as I went to get the room.

Once inside, he told me to strip while he put the batteries in the new toy. I still hadn't got used to undressing for a man, so again it was an ordeal. Especially as he didn't seem to be taking much notice. Though he must have been watching because when I went to take off my stockings he told me to keep them on. I was really embarrassed when I took off my skirt because my pussy was red and soaking wet after its attentions from the dildo.

He undressed and I enjoyed my turn watching him. It was the first time I had seen him naked. He is a good-looking man. Very fit and strong.

He told me to get on the bed on all fours, which I happily did. But then he roughly grabbed my arms one at a time and pulled them behind me, leaving my face to fall onto the pillow. He fastened my hands behind me with his belt. He started to fuck me.

It was rough and hard. It was fantastic!! When I was about to cum he again asked me "You like to fuck, don't you?"

"Yes Yes Yes!" I replied.

"Tell me,"

"I like to fuck! I like to fuck you!" "

And you like to fuck for money, don't you?"

Without hesitation I gave him what he wanted "Oh fuck yes! I like to fuck you for money! I like to fuck you for moooonnnnnnneeeeyyyyy!!!!"

I had a shattering orgasm, my body shaking and the leather belt cutting into my wrists.

I was still panting and my pussy was still twitching round his cock. He walked round the bed and pulled my head towards him. I opened my mouth for his cock, but instead he stuffed my panties into my mouth, then knotted my bra round my head to keep them in.

"Every time you come to me wearing panties, you'll wind up with them in your mouth, do you understand?"

I nodded and suddenly felt afraid of this man.

I began to relax when he got back between my legs and put his cock back in my pussy. I felt him spread my arse cheeks. I wanted to protest. I had never had anal sex, and didn't want it, but it seems that's what he had in mind. 

I struggled to say "No" with my panties in my mouth and my face in the pillow. I'm sure he must have understood but he ignored my protests.

He told me he'd be paying extra for my arse. As he fucked me he began working a finger into my arse, at least it wasn't the rubber cock! Since I couldn't stop him I tried to relax and he was soon able to penetrate my arse easily with his finger in a big circular motion. His finger felt really tight, I guess I was gripping myself trying to keep him out.

With his finger still in my arse I felt something pushing into my pussy. I thought at first it was his cock again but as it worked its way in it felt too big and I realised it was the dildo. When he'd got it well into me he switched the vibrator on. It was such an overwhelming sensation. I was fully occupied coping with the sensations from that when I realised he was at my arse again, now time his finger felt all gooey, he had covered it in some sort of lubricant. Next I felt his cock pressing against my arse hole.

He forced his way in, I think I screamed into my gag, it hurt so much. I resisted and than had to give way and he was right inside me. It felt as if I was shitting and I howled into my gag and started to panic. He lay still, giving me time to get used to the feel of it.

He slowly began to fuck me. There was just so much sensation. That huge vibrator buzzing away like mad in my pussy and now his cock fucking my arse.

It was awful and it was fantastic. My hips were humping to meet his thrusts.

This time Boris came first, and feeling his hot semen shooting into my arse was too much. As I came I felt my arse contracting round his cock and my pussy round the dildo, furiously milking them both.

At last he turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of my sore pussy. He untied my wrists and released the gag. I spat out my panties, which were soaked in dribble.

"I didn't want you to fuck me there! I told you no!" I said.

"But you liked it after all, didn't you?"

I blushed and nodded, "at the end," I admitted.

He reminded me he'd be paying extra for my arse. I didn't know what to say to that. He pulled me into his arms, wiped the tears from my face with his finger, and kissed me. I clung to him. I was disgusted with what I had done and whispered "You've made me into a complete slut!"

He got up and dressed and put some money on the bedside table. He told me to get dressed and take the room key back to the desk. He said the receptionist would be very amused when she saw we only needed the room for a couple of hours. This made me very nervous but luckily the receptionist was busy on the phone and I dropped the key and fled.

As we got back to my flat he still hadn't mentioned any next time, so in desperation I had to ask. He said he'd be busy for a few days, he'd call me. I had to settle for that, but couldn't wait to hear from him again.

I didn't hear from him for a week, and when he did call it was of course next Friday. He rang me at the shop when we were very busy and I could only talk for a moment. He told me he'd come round to my flat that evening.




Boris's Whore



He was late and I had to sit waiting for him in my short skirt, stockings and of course no panties. When he finally arrived I rushed to open the door for him and hugged him tightly. He kissed me in return, then stood back to look at me. He seemed to like what he saw. He gestured with his hand and when I realised what he was asking I blushed furiously, but obediently lifted my skirt to show him my bare pussy. . "Good girl" he said, "You are learning"

We sat on the couch with a glass of wine, his hand up my skirt gently caressing me. He asked me to fetch the new toy, and when I came back with it he asked if I had used it myself.

This had me blushing furiously again as I admitted that I had used it every night, thinking of him. He said he'd like to see how I used it. He told me to get undressed first. I was still nervous undressing for him, but I managed it without falling over, and this time he had me take off the stockings as well.

We went into the bedroom and I stretched out on the bed. I tried to put on a show for him, working the vibrator over my breasts before slowly slowly sliding it down my body to my pussy. He stood up and left the room, telling me to keep going. I thought he had gone to the bathroom but when he came back he had another man with him.

I dropped the vibrator and scuttled to the top of the bed, grabbing a pillow to try to cover myself. The black dildo lay on the bed buzzing obscenely.

Boris sat next to me on the bed, put his arm round me and pulled me to him. I started to cry.

He held me close and told me "Dave wants to see the show and he's willing to pay for it." Dave put some money down on top of the money Boris had already left. Boris whispered to me "Be nice to him, for me"

He spread out the pile of money to show me how much there was.

"Do I have to fuck him?" I whispered. I was shaking and I felt my lips quivering. 

He told me "Only if you want to make another deal with him, but for now he has just paid to watch the show".

I reluctantly lowered the pillow, stretched out on the bed and reached for the black cock. At first I couldn't stop shaking, Dave's eyes were glued to my trembling breasts but I closed my eyes and tried to forget he was there.

Dave made comments that were really embarrassing and I felt totally humiliated. But I had to do this and soon had the big black cock working in and out of my pussy. Dave commented how it glistened with my juices each time it came out but by now I was well into it and able to ignore him, in an erotic world of my own. 

It soon worked its magic and I came with a huge climax. Even though I didn't like it, having an audience had certainly added to my orgasm.

When I had calmed down Dave asked Boris if I'd blow him. Boris put his arm round me and held me. He asked me gently if I'd do Dave for £80. I was blushing and trembling and didn't know what to do. Boris said that since it was my first time he wouldn't take a cut of the money. 

He kept talking to me gently while he held me and with tears in my eyes I eventually said "Alright".

Boris moved away and Dave took his place beside me, sitting on the bed with his cock sticking obscenely out of his trousers. 

He started to use the vibrator on me as I took him in my mouth. He was fucking me hard with the vibrator on full speed and soon I was cuming again. That was enough to finish Dave. As he started to cum he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I felt his hot semen splatter onto my face and into my hair.

I jumped off the bed with a cry and dashed into the bathroom and under the shower.

I was weeping uncontrollably under the shower while I tried to scrub myself clean. When I emerged I sat on the bathroom floor, not wanting to go back into the bedroom. Boris found me like that, sitting on the floor, my eyes red from weeping. 

He sat down next to me and I hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.

He told me that Dave had had a really good time and he was proud of me.

"You... you don't think I'm awful," I stuttered.

"No, Sarah, I think you are beautiful." We sat on the bathroom floor with him holding me as if I was a frightened child, stroking my hair. I asked him "What have you done to me? What have you done...."

He disentangled my arms, I didn't want to let go, but he told me he had to leave. I stood up and followed him naked into the bedroom. He picked up the pile of money and put it in my hand. He told me that if I fucked anyone other than him, there had to be a condom involved, no exceptions.

I just nodded, I didn't know what to say.

He told me he'd call me soon. As he left I went to kiss him but he turned his head away. I was really hurt, thinking he despised me for doing Dave, then I realised that I had just been sucking Dave's cock, that's why he wouldn't kiss me. 

That had me weeping again and I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep.

Boris rang me next day and asked me to meet him at a hotel in town. It sounded great, I know its one of the towns best hotels. We met in the lobby and he kissed me tenderly. Going up in the lift he gestured again and I obediently raised my skirt to show no knickers.

"Good girl" he said and kissed me again.

When we got into the room I naughtily put my hand on his crotch. "Not so fast Sarah" he said. He told me we'd eat first and he ordered a meal and wine from room service.

After a few drinks he started talking about what we has been doing together. He told me he could tell I loved being a dirty little slut. I blushed and mumbled something. He made me repeat it "Yes... for you,". He pulled me closer on the loveseat we were sitting on and I snuggled against him.

Dinner arrived and we ate. After dinner we moved onto the bed. This time he was a dream lover. He undressed me, slowly and tenderly, kissing my mouth, my neck, and down to my nipples. Oh it felt so good. He stopped to undress himself, this time it was him making a show, and I was a very appreciative audience. He got back onto bed. We kissed hotly as his hands roamed over my back and arse.

Before long he had positioned his face between my legs. I was squirming as I he gentle kissed and licked me. I moaned and tried to push my soaking wet pussy against his face. After he made me wait he flipped his tongue out to touch my clit. It felt incredible. I couldn't stop myself grinding my pussy against his face as he licked and sucked. He started finger fucking me and in no time I was cumming, shaking and thrusting against his face.

He rolled me over on top of him with my pussy still in his face, and his cock now in my mouth. As I sucked, taking in as much of him as I could he spread my pussy with his hands and began to lick it again. It must have been a real sloppy mess but he didn't seem to mind, licking and sucking until I was cumming again. He helped me off him and onto the bed, telling me to get on all fours. He mounted me from behind, I was so wet and open he just slid straight in and fucked me like a wild animal. It was incredible. He grabbed my breast as he came and squeezed really hard, and I welcomed it.

We slept for a bit, tangled together then he told me we should take a shower. This hotel has big marble showers with a shelf in. At first we were just playful in the shower but soon we were teasing each other and his cock was rock hard again. It was a lovely time. I felt he was treating me like his girlfriend and I loved it.

Together we soaped up his hard cock and he told me to bend over onto the marble shelf set into the wall. It was cold on my breasts. He took the shower off the clip (it was a handheld shower massage) and put it up between my legs, turning the pulsing hot water directly onto my soaking wet pussy. I moaned and cried out and in about a minute I was cumming hard. He pressed his soapy wet cock up against my bottom while I was still trembling and started to push it in. I forced myself to relax and open myself and his sudsy cock slid deep into my arse.

"Oh yeah, " I groaned, it felt so good.

"Sarah" he said. "You arse is mine. You may sell your little whore cunt and your little whore mouth, but your arse is for me and no one else, do you understand?"

With him fucking my arse and the showerhead still working on my pussy I started to cum again.

"Yessss my arse belongs to you. My whore arse is yours only yours..." I shouted as I came.

He continued fucking me and working the shower on my pussy. It felt as though I never stopped cumming until eventually I felt his hot semen flooding my bottom and I reached an amazing climax, saying things like "I'm your slut, I'm your whore, My whore arse is yours yours only yours".

After we calmed a bit he wrapped me in a towel and led me into bed. Before I fell asleep I told him I loved him. He said he knew.

I slept all night and woke to the sound of the telephone. It was Boris. I was thrill to hear his voice and gabbled on about how great it had been, how I'd never cum like that before. He interrupted me, telling me that he had something for me and he'd call in the shop with it this afternoon. I took a shower and left for home.

We were busy in the shop when he arrived but Mr Luigi said I could stop for a few minutes. Boris was carrying a shopping bag and I was excited to see him and excited to see what he had bought me. I opened the bag inside the shop and immediately blushed furiously, hastily putting the contents back in the bag. It was a big box of condoms. I was desperately hoping Mr Luigi hadn't seen. We stepped outside onto the pavement to talk.

I asked when I would see him again. He told me he was tied up for the week but would call me as soon as he had something for me. "What kind of something?" I asked anxiously.

"Let's just say you should keep those condoms with you."

He pulled me into the space by my front door and kissed me quickly. He again told me to wait to hear from him and I said OK.

As he was walking away he turned back to tell me he knew I'd be a good girl and make him proud of me. I waved and he was gone. I slipped inside my flat quickly to put the condoms away, then hurried back to work, I knew if I stopped to think about what was happening I'd be in tears.

He called me next day at work, just as I was closing, and told me to go and get ready, he had a friend arriving in half an hour. He told me that he was sure I'd make him proud of me, and reminded me that I was to keep my arse for him. He promised he would see me at the weekend, if not before.

Fortunately half an hour didn't give me time to think. I rushed upstairs and tidied the bedroom and had just got dressed in my slutty clothes when the doorbell rang.

He was an ordinary middle age man with a beer belly. I undressed for him without feeling embarrassed, in fact I felt nothing. He wanted a blowjob so I sank to my knees in front of him and took out his cock. My mind was in neutral. 

He soon said he'd had enough of that and wanted to fuck me. He had me kneel in the chair while he fucked me from behind. He came quickly, kneading my breasts painfully, but I was in another world, not bothering about what was happening to my body. 

As he left he said he had a message from Boris, I was to ring him straight away.

I did so eagerly. He asked how it had gone and what happened. When I told him he told me he was so proud of me. He then told me to make the bed and have a shower.

"Why?" I asked suddenly excited. "Are you coming over?"

"No Sarah, not tonight, but you have got another customer in half an hour"

"Oh" I said quietly

I fucked three men that night. The last one wanted my arse and when I said no I thought he was going to hit me. Instead he fucked me really hard and I couldn't stop him putting a finger into my arse, when I tried to stop him he slapped my breast till I gave in.

After the last one left I phoned Boris again. He asked me if I had remembered the condoms?

"Yes I had"

And had I kept my arse for him

"Yes I had," I said with my fingers crossed. Well I had tried my best!

I anxiously asked when I'd see him. 

"At the weekend, I'm very proud of my darling Sarah"

On Friday I didn't hear from him so went out for my night with the girls. Somehow though it wasn't the same. I was too ashamed to tell them what I had been doing, and I didn't dress up like I usually do, it would have felt like I was dressing for whoring. The sandwich shop is closed on Sunday so I was just lounging around when he appeared at the door, sweeping me into his arms and kissing me. He again told me how well I'd done, and with a smile reminded me that I owed him his cut of the money. I fetched my purse and counted out what we had agreed. He kept telling me how proud he was of me, I smiled up into his face and wondered when he was going to kiss me again.

We were still in the living room when he bent me over the table, pulled down my jeans and took out his cock. It felt gorgeous in my pussy and made everything seem right. Feeling him fucking me with his pants still on rubbing against my arse made me feel really dirty, but dirty in a nice way.

He put his hand round and onto my clit, which felt great. While he fucked me and rubbed me he asked me about my customers.

I told him the first guy sat in a chair while I knelt in front of him and blew him. He upset me a bit by telling me he wasn't surprised the guy had given up on my blowjob and instead decided to fuck me.

"Like I'm doing now," he asked.

"Yes. Like that, but naked," I said.

"Sarah, my little whore," he said, "did he make you cum?"

"No, I didn't cum... I didn't want to."

By now he was fucking me hard but still asked about number two. "The second guy... he...ooooh... he had me rub him all over... with oil," I was nearly cumming as I tried to tell him "He... just... wanted... a... hand job,"

"And the last guy?"

"He wanted my arse, but I said no," I said.

"Did you tell him you didn't like it?"

"Yes" I said starting to cum.

"But you do like it when it is my cock in your arse don't you?"

"Yes, yes...I love it. I love it when you fuck my arsssseeee" 

I didn't tell him how I couldn't stop this guy forcing his finger into my arse. I didn't know whether this counted or not but I wanted Boris to know that it was being kept all for him.

He slipped his cock out and rubbed it against my tight arsehole. I tried to open myself but he was just teasing me.

He turned my round and pointed his throbbing cock at my face, masturbating himself with his hand. I put my hand down onto my pussy and masturbated too. 

We came together with Boris shooting his semen all over my face.

After we had cleaned ourselves up he said he'd take me to lunch, after all, he grinned, "I've just got some money".

Over lunch he talked about my deep throat technique. I was upset when he told me he was disappointed that I wasn't able to take cock into my mouth and throat very well. He said he wasn't surprised that my first customer wanted a fuck instead. He told me that he expected better from me. 

I felt the tears well up when he asked me if I didn't want to do better for him.

"Oh yes," I said. "I'll try to do better."

He told her that I wouldn't just try, that I would do better and that he would help me do better. Before we went into my flat he collected a carrier bag from his car. I was eager to see what it was but he told me it was for later.

He told me to undress and by now I could do this without embarrassment. He unzipped his trousers and took his cock out. 

Without waiting to be told I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth. 

He kept trying to push further in and I kept resisting him. He grabbed my head and pulled it down and forward. I gagged in surprise, pulling away coughing and spluttering. He gently told me not to pull away, just relax, but when he pushed his cock in hard again I gagged and coughed again.

This time he wasn't nice about it.

"That's enough," he shouted. "Stay there"

He fetched the carrier bag and took some lengths of cord out of it. I was really scared as he tied my arms behind me. Next he bent my legs back and tied them to my wrists. He moved a chair in front of the couch and lifted me onto it. I was helpless and with my head against the chair back I couldn't move away from him.

He knelt on the couch and told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I was shaking. He fucked my mouth really hard. I was continually coughing and gagging and long strands of drool dripped from my mouth. 

He pushed his cock right in until my face was against his stomach. I managed to swallow and allow it down my throat but I was gagging and desperately tried to pull away. Tears were streaming down my face.

He pulled out and asked me if I liked that.

"No", I said, my voice quivering and sounding strange.

"No? I thought you loved me and wanted to please me. Do you want me to just leave now and not come back?"

"Oh not, please don't go" I begged.

"Then you had better tell me how much you want me to choke you with my cock."

I sniffled, I knew I looked awful, my face was a mess of saliva, tears and running mascara.

He grabbed a handful of hair and twisted, "Tell me..."

"Please"

"Please what? " "Please choke me, please." 

He shoved his cock back in and I gagged again making my throat spasm around his cock.

He stopped again and fished in the carrier bag. My eyes widened as he pulled out a riding crop.

Now each time I gagged he whacked me hard on my thighs. The first time he hit me the pain was so intense I almost bit his cock in shock.

I was soon exhausted and I guess I gave up. I just held my throat open and he fucked it cruelly.

"Do you see Sarah? When you relax and calm down it is easy." He continued to fuck my throat like I might my pussy, in and out very hard and fast. Soon he was on the brink and held my head against him. 

My tongue was rolling out of my mouth and against his balls. I couldn't help making a gurgling noise as he shot his semen into my throat. He watched me intently as I desperately kept swallowing with each spurt.

I felt in a daze as he untied me. My thighs were on fire. When he told me he was proud of me I felt I didn't care. He carried me into bed like he would a child. He produced some cool cream that he gently rubbed onto my poor thighs. All the time he was telling me I was a good girl and he was proud of me, but it didn't seem to mean anything.

His fingers, still covered in the cream, soon found their way to my pussy and he finger fucked me until I came. He fetched a hammer and a nail, the final contents of his bag, and I watched silently as he fixed a nail in the wall over the bed and hung the riding crop on it.

My final memory of the day was him holding me while I sobbed myself to sleep.

He was back next morning. He led me straight into the bedroom, took the riding crop off the wall and told me to take my blouse and bra off and knee down. I was trembling as he held the riding crop against my breast, the threat was obvious. I took his cock out. He asked me if I thought I'd learnt anything last night.

"Yes Sir," I said. 

I started sucking on his cock but not far enough in for him, he soon lost patience and pushed it down my throat. I felt my eyes bulging and I made a gurgling noise deep in my throat, but I managed not to struggle. I felt broken by him.

He told me I was a good girl and that if I did a good job, He'd have a surprise for me. I looked up at him, with my mouth impaled on his cock and I guess my eyes still bulged out. He pulled his cock out a little so I could breathe and then started thrusting in and out of my throat. 

He took my hands and put them on his arse and balls and I started rubbing. I felt him stiffen and his cum began to flood my throat. I desperately swallowed as much as I could.

I choked a little, but not like before.




Boris's Whore



"Was I good?" I asked anxiously.

"Sarah, you were terrific, I didn't need to use the crop" he said. I smiled up at him with my face drenched with cum.

He called in every few days to collect his money. If I was lucky we ended up in bed. He could still give me fantastic orgasms but he often tied me up and whipped me first with the riding crop, sometimes using it afterwards to bring me to a climax, or making me use it myself. 

I hated that thing, and hated seeing it every day hanging over my bed. However I did use it regularly to masturbate with. 

It focussed my mind on Boris and the way he dominated me, which really made my juices flow. Before long the leather of the handle was stained with my juices.

Then came that dreadful day that I will never forget. For the first time he sent me two customers at once. It seemed to be going OK. I was on the floor with one fucking me from behind and the other about to cum in my mouth when I heard the front door open. Since I had given him a key I assumed it was Boris but it was Mr Luigi, with Maria, his wife close behind.

They were horror struck, as was I. Mr Luigi started shouting Maria started screaming. The man I was sucking hastily took his cock out of my mouth, spraying his semen all over me before the men grabbed their clothes and fled. 

It couldn't have been worse. Mr Luigi said he couldn't believe it. I was like a daughter to them, how could I behave like that, and in their flat?

I felt absolutely wretched. Indeed Mr Luigi and his wife had taken me in when I first arrived in London, given me a job and a home, and their absolute friendship and support. Maria was in tears, so was I. 

I still feel wretched about how I upset that lovely couple who thought of me as the daughter they never had.

It was awful being naked in front of them, with goo running down me. Mr Luigi told me to go and get cleaned up and put some clothes on, which I did gratefully.

He said I must leave at once. I begged and pleaded for a second chance. I swear if they had given it to me I would have stopped this double life instantly, but they were too shocked and disgusted by what they saw. 

After lots of tears and recriminations they said that I could stay until the weekend, but then I must go.

Mr Luigi said that when he had a phone call telling him that a prostitute was using their flat they just didn't believe it and had come rushing over because of concern for me. He never for one moment thought that I would be the prostitute. I felt so bitterly ashamed.

As soon as they left I phoned Boris. He didn't seem as surprised as I expected but I thought no more of that then. He said he was nearby and would come straight over.

As soon as he was inside I grabbed him sobbing "You've turned me into a slut. What have you done to me?"

He smoothed my hair and hugged me like you would a child.

I cried for a long time while he held me.

He fetched a couple of beers from the fridge and finally I started calming down. We talked about mostly nothing with me only sniffling a little now and then.

I finally looked at him and said what was worrying me most "Those guys, they just left. Are you disappointed in me?"

He laughed and told me "No, I'm very proud of you Sarah, you handled a difficult situation. You did fine."

I smiled for the first time as he hugged me.

As we hugged, he started running his hands over my body. Next thing you know I was on my knees in front of him really deep throating him before sitting on his lap bouncing up and down on his cock.

He opened my blouse and was burying his face in my breasts, running his tongue around my nipples and sucking on them.

"Uh...uh... you've... made... me into.. uh... a ... slut," I said breathlessly.

"You are my little slut," he whispered in my ear. "My whore, do you hear me, you are my slut, my whore..." 

That pushed me over the edge and I came, shuddering and shaking. He was soon shooting his cum into my eager pussy.

After getting cleaned up, he told me to get my things together, we were leaving. I started to cry again. "Where am I going to go?"

"Don't worry about that he said, I have a friend with a room to spare, and he won't mind you whoring there" "Of course" he said "You'll have to give me a bigger cut of your earnings to pay for the room, but that's OK because you can take more customers now you are not working in the sandwich bar all day".

I honestly hadn't worked out until now that I had lost my job as well as my home.

That night I cried myself to sleep in my new room. Looking back on it now I'm sure Boris set the whole thing up, to get me further into his control, and have me whoring full time.

The room turned out to be upstairs from a bar, one of several rooms all used by prostitutes. It belonged to a big coloured man called Eric who owned and controlled most of the girls. I remembered that Boris had told me to call my black latex dildo Eric. Could this be the Eric it was named after?

The bar was where Eric's girls congregated to pick up customers. Eric told me I was welcome to use it, but if I picked up men in the bar I must pay him a commission as well as paying Boris. It meant there wasn't much left for me.

Boris continued to find me customers, but he told me to go down to the bar when he couldn't get anyone. He brought a photographer friend who took some gorgeous though very pornographic pictures of me, including ones with that black latex cock in my pussy. Boris told me I had to pay the photographer, but of course we came to an arrangement. Boris used the pictures on a web site. I guess that's where a lot of my customers came from.

He would continue to visit me every few days, and I looked forward to his visits tremendously, they were the only things in my life. Sometimes he would treat me wonderfully, taking me out to restaurants before going back to my room where he would take total control of my body. He could bring me to crashing orgasms that left me a quivering wreck. But other times we would go straight up to the room where he would tie me up and whip me with the riding crop. 

Of course this made my pussy wet and left me feeling so aroused that I desperately needed fucking afterwards.

After one such visit my breasts were criss crossed with weal's that turned bright red then purple before gradually fading. They amused my customers, some of whom took it to mean that they could abuse my breasts, so I had a bad time until they faded.

I had one regular customer who would try to find me in the bar. He only ever chose me, if I weren't there in the bar he would just leave. He told me his name was John and I believed him. I got used to his visits and really looked forward to them. He was the only punter who could make me cum, not the crashing orgasms that Boris gave me, but very nice all the same.

The day after Boris had marked my breasts so cruelly with the riding crop cruelly John came to see me.

When I undressed he was nearly in tears seeing the wheals on my breasts.

We cuddled and kissed, with him holding my bruised body very gently while I played with his cock. I'd already started letting him fuck me without a condom and today he was so gently and loving. 

Afterwards we lay on the bed, with him behind me and his arm round me gently holding my breast. After a while I felt his cock stirring and rubbed my bottom against it, it felt lovely.

Without either of us really thinking about it I pressed my bottom against his erection and opened myself to him. When he realised what was happening he was embarrassed and made to pull away, but I told him to stay and fuck me like that.

It was a tremendous orgasm for both of us. He told me he had never done that before. He said it was wonderful, so tight and so hot.

We lay together kissing, and he told me he loved me. He stayed all night. 

After that he came as often as he could. He usually starting in my mouth, then my pussy, but now careful to hold himself back so he could finish in my arse. 

I really looked forward to his visits, and always let him stay all night, as long as I didn't get a call from Boris sending me off somewhere.

I was devastated when John told he'd have to stop coming for a while. He said he'd been spending all his money on me and was getting behind with his rent. I was so upset I told him he could come anyway, he needn't pay. 

Of course I couldn't tell Boris what I was doing, so I still had to pretend John was paying me and I had to give Boris his share. I guess it meant I was now paying for sex.

In other circumstance John was perhaps the man I was destined to meet. Ah well!

I spent a lot of time in the bar. The other girls congregated there between customers and were mostly friendly. They were a bit stand offish at first because I didn't work for Eric but they soon accepted me, and didn't seek to mind when I scored one of the punters. I never pushed it because I could keep so little of the money I made from a pick-up in Eric's bar.

I did get involved in a nasty scene when a punter approached me while I was talking to another girl. She is a coloured girl called Mary, a bit aggressive and pushy but with a huge rack, which gets her noticed. I got up to go with the man but Mary obviously thought he had picked her. She began screaming at me. Eric had to intervene and told me to leave. He complained about me to Boris who agreed to punish me.

I'm sure Boris believed me when I told him what had happened, but he had agreed with Eric to punish me, so he said he had no choice. I was really frightened as I followed him to my room. 

He had often used the crop on me but not as a punishment and I feared it would be dreadful.

He clicked his fingers and I undressed. I was trembling as I lay across his knee. He was using the crop with all his strength. He'd stop to give me a break, and at these times he'd rub the handle of the crop on my clit. He laughed at how wet I was getting and made me tell him what sort of girl gets wet from having her arse whipped.

Fortunately he couldn't see my face because I must have been blushing red when I had to answer him. I muttered that I must be a slut.

"My whoring slut?" He asked

"Yes sir, I'm your whoring slut" I replied.

I lost track of how long the whipping was, but he told me he couldn't stop until my arse was bright red, Eric had insisted on it.

I really couldn't handle the pain, and I guess, as a distraction I started trying to hump my pussy against his leg. He told me if I didn't stop that the next blow would be onto my clit. I lay still after that.

Eventually Boris was satisfied. I lay across his lap with tears streaming down my face, my mascara must have run and I must have looked a dreadful sight. I desperately needed to cum, if only as a distraction from the pain. Boris realised this and handing me the crop, telling me to use it on my pussy.

I was beyond shame as, still across his knees, and with tears still running, I began to frig myself with the crop handle. My tormentor became my lover as I worked myself into a desperately needed orgasm. 

Boris turned me so he could stare into my eyes while I was doing this. I read the contempt on his face but even then I couldn't stop until I had come.

He held my while I calmed myself, then he sent me into the bathroom to wash and repair my face. I then had to go down to the bar and show Eric my red bottom.

By this time the bar had got really busy and Eric was with a large group of friends who all wanted to see as I lifted my skirt. There were a lot of laughter and catcalls, which attracted the attention of everybody, so Eric said I had to show it to everybody.

My face was bright red as I walked all round the bar, turning my back on everyone and raising my skirt. I had never felt so humiliated and embarrassed before.

Mary looked delighted when I stood in front of her and raised my skirt. She made me stand there for ages so all her friends could all admire my red bottom. She decided she needed to feel how hot it was, then everybody else wanted to feel too. It was awful, I was beyond shame and embarrassment by the time Eric let me return to my room. Boris was gone and I was left to cry myself to sleep, all alone.

One of the white girls later told me not to get unto any argument with any of the coloured girls, as Eric will always take their side.

The next day Boris came into my room with Eric.

I hadn't ever had sex with a black man, and didn't want to. Eric was apparently excited by the sight of my "ass", as he called it, and wanted more. Boris said that as Eric was my landlord, I should allow him free visiting rights. And, he said, generously, I have agreed to share your arse with him.

I tried to stammer protest but Boris would hear nothing of it and put his finger across my lips to tell me to keep quiet. He clicked his fingers, a trick Eric greatly admired and I took my clothes off. It was a real ordeal stripping in front of Eric, and knowing I had to perform well to please Boris.

It was a marathon session and I hated every minute of it. Boris' touch ignited me and Eric benefited from that. He thought it a great joke, how I froze every time he touched me, but offered myself totally to Boris.

Boris was getting annoyed and asked Eric to leave us for a moment. He went off into the bathroom and Boris gave me a real stern talking to. He told me that the only reason he wasn't taking the crop to my breasts is that he thought I had been punished enough recently. But he did take it down and put it along side me on the bed, saying unless I was really nice to Eric I would feel it on my breasts.

Eric had obviously been listening because he was grinning when he came back in. They both had me in all three holes, often both at the same time. While they fucked away my mind drifted and I was able to ignore it all while responding just enough to avoid a beating. I think that Boris was upset that they couldn't make me cum, he had hoped to show me off to Eric as an insatiable slut. 

That evening left me sore all over and covered in cum. Unfortunately that wasn't the end of the matter.

A few days later Boris was back to collect his money. He asked my what was the problem with Eric. I told him I didn't want to do, well, black men. I wasn't against them I tried to explain, it's just that I've never really known any, and they frighten me. I foolishly told him how I avoided black customers.

"Sarah," he said, "You'll tell me how much you love black cock and what a little white whore you are."

I shook my head, trying to say no and I felt myself go pale when Boris took down the riding crop. 

In half an hour I was lying naked tied to the bed, my face soaked with tears and my breasts felt like two solid welts... they'd be black and blue in the morning. My thighs were criss crossed with red welts and my pussy was puffy and tender.

"Do you have something you want to tell me, Sarah," he demanded.

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry Sir," I blurted out.

"I'm sure you are, but what else do you want to tell me."

I had no choice. I said "Sir, I'm a little white slut."

"And?"

"And I love black cock."

Relations with Boris were getting very strained. He only came when he wanted to collect his money, and as often as not ended up punishing me rather than making love to me. He still gave me an occasional fantastic orgasm, that kept me on a high for days, but they became few and far between. Even so it was truly awful when he finally abandoned me.

I was chatting to some off the girls in the bar when he appeared with Eric, and beckoned my to follow them upstairs.

I thought I was in for another session with them both, but we sat down, me on the bed and them both in the chairs.

Eric asked Boris if he's like a sandwich and beer and I was sent back down to the bar to fetch them.

When I got back Boris was holding what looked an enormous sum of money. I hadn't any idea what was going on but didn't dare ask.

Finally Boris asked me did I want to know why Eric had given him so much money.

"Yes" I said cautiously.

He told me it was for me.

"What do I going to have to do for it?"

They both laughed.

"Everything!" Boris said, "Sarah, Eric has bought you. He'll take care of you now and set you up with customers. All the thing I used to do."

As the words sunk in, I started to cry. Really cry. I knelt next to him and buried my head into his thigh.

"Please, please, don't do this," I cried. Boris asked Eric to give us a minute.

I looked up at him and said, "I love you and I know you love me, how can you sell me to Eric?"

"Sarah, I don't love you, how could I? You are a whore."

"But I'm YOUR whore!" I said loudly. "I only belong to you. I know you like the whore thing, but I did it for you I only did it for you."

He laughed. "Sarah... you did it for the money and because most of the time you enjoyed it." 

I shook her head, crying so hard now that I could barely speak.

"I saved my arse for only you" I said sullenly.

"Now Sarah, we both know that's not true don't we?"

He got up and I collapsed to the floor. He called Eric back in, they shook hands and Boris left.

I don't know how he knew that I had let John use my arse. Perhaps he didn't, perhaps he was guessing. Several punters had taken my arse by force despite my saying no, but I thought really that didn't count. And I doubt they would have told Boris about it. Eric sat down and watched me weeping for a while, really choking sobs that racked my whole body. He said he'd come back later when I'd had time to calm down.

For some time I had begun to suspect that my affair with Boris was coming to an end. He was seeing me less and less, and didn't seem to have the same enthusiasm for fucking me as he had had. I had already planned what do when it ended.

One of my Friday friends has a spare room and I knew she'd let me stay until I sorted myself out. I had saved enough from my earnings to find a flat and tide me over until I could get a job. I certainly wouldn't carry on whoring, I hated it too much!

But now my future was laid out for me. A bleak future without my lover to look forward to, and being owned by a man I hated and feared. 

In truth life didn't change that much. Boris did come and see. When he appeared in the bar and came over to me I felt so much joy.

I rushed to meet him and hung round his neck, crying with happiness. I honestly thought he had come to take me away, but he told me he had come to fuck me, because his deal with Eric gave him the right.

I was really upset because he wore a condom. He treated me just like all my other customers. It was heartbreaking. Now he couldn't reach me, I just lay there and allowed him to use me, bucking my hips and pretending to cum to encourage him to finish quickly, just like with all the others. I realised that any dream of rescue by Boris was only that, a dream.

I now only had to pay Eric's commission for customers from the bar so I worked from there most of the time, only going elsewhere when Eric set me up with a customer.

I did one or two women who wandered into the bar. The women seemed to like me and they picked me a lot. I generally liked the women. They were generally gentler than the men, and usually didn't hurt me. But again they couldn't reach me. I let them do what they wanted, sucked, licked and fucked to order and took their money.

Eric visited me regularly. He mostly wanted my "ass" which he pounded with great enthusiasm and I had to pretend to love it and want more.

I got into another fight with Mary, again over a punter. This time it was really bad. Mary launched herself at me, and I fought back. Eric had to tear us apart. I appeared before Eric, feeling really frightened.

I was already in trouble because, I had cheated him over his share of an enormous tip I had been given. I now wonder if it was a set up to test me. Anyway I was already waiting to be punished for that, I was just praying it would be a fine and not a beating.




Boris's Whore



He kept me waiting all morning, wondering what my punishment would be before he called me in. He lectured me at length. He said he was fed up that one of his girls (me I guess) thought too much of herself and he was going to make sure I remembered what I was. 

He grabbing me roughly by the arm and led me to his car. I was terrified as we drove off.

He stopped outside a tattoo parlour and bundled me in. He told me to undress and lay face down on the treatment table. He'd brought the riding crop and told me he would use it if I moved an inch.

The tattooist worked for ages on my lower back and when he had finished I was allowed to look in the mirror. There were beautifully formed letters on my back, and seeing it reversed in the mirror it took me a moment to work out what they said. But now I have the word "SLUT" on my lower back, visible whenever there is a gap between under my top.

I think that was when I realised I had to get away. Obviously Eric wouldn't just let me leave, he'd paid too much for me to allow that to happen, but I began to plan. I kept most of the money I earned. Most of the girls frittered their money away or spent it on drugs or in the betting shop.

I had my chance when Eric told us that the next day we were all going to a big party to entertain some foreign visitors. That night I made sure I had a really wild night and next morning stayed in bed saying I was really ill. Eric eventually appeared in my room demanding I get up and ready for the party. He wouldn't hear any excuses. 

I appeared with the other girls in my party clothes but as we were getting into the minibus I told Eric I felt really ill and when he tried to throw me into the taxi I told him I was about to throw up. 

Angrily he told me to f off to bed then, and he'd deal with me in the morning.

Anyway I was left behind on my own. I packed a few of my precious belongs into a rucksack. I debated for ages about taking my big vibrator but it was now my only lover so in the bag it went. I didn't know what to do about that hated riding crop still hanging over my bed. Every time I looked at the thing I shuddered, but I also couldn't forget how, despite myself it could aroused me so much. Lying in bed at night I would gaze at it in the light coming through the curtains and it would make my juices flow and I'd start to masturbate with it. So in the bag it went, I couldn't bear to leave it behind.

I slipped out quietly, nobody saw me leave and I walked for ages before I hailed a cab to take me to Kings Cross station. I caught the overnight train and by early morning was back in the Yorkshire town where I was brought up.

I had not been a dutiful daughter but my parents welcomed me like the return of the prodigal daughter. They were thrilled to see me, as was I seeing them. They only have a small retirement flat with no spare room, but they let me sleep on the couch, telling me I could stay as long as I wanted to. I felt relaxed and free for the first time in ages.

I had money, quiet a lot of money and I soon managed to rent a flat, above a coffee bar, and yes, the owner of the coffee bar was pleased to offer me a job.

The riding crop is back over my bed. I really don't understand why, it was I guess just so much of my life at the time. If I take it down and feel it I get horny and start masturbating with it. It has so much power over me, I will probably never be able to throw it away and it will be with me always.

Anita, the coffee bar owner and I have become good friends, very good friends. It wasn't long before I realised she was watching me far more than was necessary.

Last weekend she asked me out to a pub for a meal. She sat along side me and put her hand on mine on the table, and when I turned my hand over to hold hers, she took it as a good sign. 

Soon her hand was under the tablecloth and on my inner thigh, under my skirt. She slid it high enough that I could feel her cool fingers on the bare flesh above my stockings, tantalisingly close to my pussy. 

I did open my legs slightly to encourage her but she seems determined to move at her own pace. She walked me home and I invited her in for coffee, but she said perhaps next time. 

She did kiss me goodnight tenderly and that night it was Anita I thought about as I lay in bed and reached into the bedside drawer for my vibrator.

It's nice to be wanted again, it's nice to be being slowly seduced. I don't know what the outcome will be with Anita, but whatever it is, I'm once again looking forward to the future. 

If Anita ever makes it as far as my bedroom, I wonder what she will make of the riding crop hanging there? Lying in bed at night I think about that, and in my fantasies she uses it on me.

Oh, I have had a new tattoo on my back. It's an elaborate design that totally incorporates and hides the horrid original one.

*

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is based on a true story. The story of Staci. Sadly Staci's story so far has a bitter sad ending. After she was sold to Eric she rebelled. She stopped looking after herself, began to look scruffy and she upset several of Eric's clients by refusing some of their demands. It was inevitable that one of the other girls introduced her to drugs.

Eric tried punishing her, mostly with a riding crop but he did have the "SLUT" tattoo put on her back. Unfortunately she couldn't be trusted with his best customers, and Eric now has her walking the streets and working a trucker's stop.

The latest thing I have heard about Staci is that one of her customers, a trucker, took a liking to her and took her away with him. He wanted to get her off the drugs but Staci took his money and left him. She lived it up for a couple of weeks until the money ran out, then she was back on Eric's doorstep begging to be taken back, she had nowhere else to go. I don't know how Eric punished her for running away.

The episode about John is purely from my imagination. Staci wouldn't have dared defy Boris, and, until she was sold, truly had kept her ass for him. Of course it's now used by anybody who cares to buy it.

If you read this Staci darling, do try and make my ending yours. You can get away!

Copyright Sarah 2009