7 comments/ 49329 views/ 37 favorites Housemates Ch. 02 By: attero I was the first to wake up. Trevor still had his heavy arm draped over me; Danielle was sleeping off to the side. My body was sore from the previous night and I could still feel his cum slowly oozing out of me, but I felt good; almost high. I probably should have felt angry and afraid, but I just didn't. Trevor still scared the hell out of me, of course. He was a predator -- every single thing that he had done so far had proved it. However, I wasn't seeing myself as his prey anymore, so much as his toy. His "slut", as I'm sure he would prefer. I was still having difficulty thinking of myself as a slut, but the idea was growing on me. I didn't care for the social stigma, but if being a slut meant that he'd make me feel the way that he made me feel the previous night I was all for it. It was too late to change what had happened the previous night, and I didn't even think that I'd want to anyway. What I did want was revenge -- Danielle needed to pay for what she had done. Even though I was glad that she had done it, I couldn't let her get away without any consequence. Throughout our relationship she had been able to get away with whatever she wanted, and I'd just back down and let it happen. She needed to understand that I wasn't her doormat; that I would hit back. Trevor was the key to this. I couldn't stand up to Danielle on my own and I knew it. She could effortlessly make me feel small; I'd just end up apologizing to her and shying away. Trevor, however -- I couldn't even imagine him being intimidated by anyone, not even Danielle. He could do whatever he wanted to Danielle with ease, I just needed to make him want to help me. Gently moving his arm off of me I crawled down under the covers and positioned my face near Trevor's crotch. Staring at his cock, I wanted to hate it -- it was, after all, the instrument of my rape. It still smelled of our combined juices, forcing me to remember how he had used me. I couldn't hate it, though. It may have been used to humiliate me, but it had also given me the greatest orgasms of my life. Hoping to wake him up in a way that made him happy and cooperative, I inserted it into my mouth. He was already semi-hard; his dick filled my mouth easily. As I bathed it with my tongue I tasted my own juices, still lingering from my abuse the night before. I probably should have been disgusted by that, but that was the old me. The new me was a slut, just like he had claimed, and the new me liked the idea of licking his cock clean. As I gently fellated him, Trevor stirred into consciousness. Rolling over on his back, he provided me with easier access. I cupped his balls in my hand and began to suck him harder, working into a steady rhythm. Trevor allowed me to continue sucking him for a couple minutes before reaching down and grabbing me by the hair. Tugging back, he encouraged me to come back up to him. I complied, climbing on top of him and straddling him. Face to face with him I eased my ass backwards, sliding down on his cock. "Good morning," I whispered, trying my best to sound seductive. "Good morning," he whispered back, his voice somehow dripping with both sleepiness and strength. "Let's get straight to the point -- what exactly do you think you're doing?" "Thanking you?" I explained, as I began to slowly fuck him. "You made me cum so hard last night; I just wanted to reward you." "That's very sweet," he replied. "And equally difficult to believe. I'm not an idiot, Faith -- I know you want something from me. Tell me what it is." "I just want to be your slut," I insisted. "I want you to use me however you like -- I promise I'll cooperate." "Is that it?" he chuckled. "Well, good news then -- you're my slut, and I'll most certainly be using you however I like. I'm glad this can be so simple. For a moment there, I thought you might want my help with some vengeance. That's not the case, though, is it?" As I continued to gently fuck him I glanced over to the side, making sure that Danielle was still sleeping. She had always been a heavy sleeper, but I didn't want to take chances. Seeing her still asleep I dropped down, positioning my mouth right next to Trevor's ear. "Maybe a little?" I admitted. "You don't have to or anything, but if you'd do your slut this one tiny little favor I'd be ever so grateful. Please?" Trevor grinned, but didn't respond verbally. Placing his hands on my ass he gripped hard, taking control. I relaxed my body, allowing him to determine my motions. Working into a more steady pace, he began to fuck me hard. Allowing him complete control, I felt almost as if he wasn't fucking me, so much as just jerking off while using my body instead of his hand. I didn't mind the idea, though. Most of the men that I had been with were unable to go more than a minute or so without asking me if it felt good; their words dripping with lack of confidence. It was nice being with someone who wasn't about to ask for constant reassurance, even if that was because he didn't care. In a screwed up way, the fact that he wasn't concerned solely with pleasing me pleased me more than any other man had in the past. Trevor's apparent disregard for my pleasure was actually a major turn-on. The predatory way in which he used my body made him feel so strong; making my cunt drool. As I allowed Trevor to pump my body up and down on his cock I felt an orgasm rapidly building. Leaning in, I again positioned my mouth close to his ear in order to not wake Danielle. "May I please cum?" I whispered. Trevor slid his hand up my back, dragging his nails along the skin. Gripping my hair he pulled my head back. He looked at me pensively, as if deciding internally if he should give permission or not. I struggled to contain my orgasm, not wanting to disobey him -- more out of fear of disappointing him than fear of being punished. "I suppose you've been good," he answered. "You may cum, slut." Having been granted permission, I stopped holding back and allowed my orgasm to begin. Though less intense than the orgasms from the night before, it was still fairly mind-blowing. Trevor didn't change his actions in the slightest; he continued to bounce me up and down on his cock. In a way, that made it hotter -- I truly felt like I was his slut. Trevor continued using my body for a couple more minutes before cumming himself. Gripping my ass hard with both hands he pulled me down onto him, impaling me on him. As he stared me dead in the eyes and held me tightly I could feel his cock filling me with his warm, sticky cum. It felt right, I was genuinely happy to have been used. Using my vaginal muscles I did what I could to help squeeze as much as I could into me. "I'll think about it," he stated after his orgasm ended. "You know, Faith, I actually like you. Take a shower; I'm going to take you out to breakfast." I wanted to remain in his arms a little longer, but I didn't want to disobey him. Climbing off of him, his dick slid out of me with a vulgar popping sound. I considered trying to grab a blanket or something to conceal my nudity, but it seemed pretty pointless by then -- Trevor had fucked my brains out, it wouldn't kill me to let him see me naked. Besides, I didn't want to risk waking up Danielle. Climbing out of bed, I felt the load he had just dumped in me leaking out of my twat and sliding down my thighs. As I walked away, I felt both incredibly sexy and incredibly cheap. I was okay with that, though. If being cheap meant a steady supply of orgasms from a man who might help me get revenge on Danielle, so be it. I hopped into the shower to wash off the sweat, tears, and cum from the previous night. The warm water did a bit to sober me up, as did being away from Trevor. I began to worry about what I was doing -- Trevor was certainly stronger than Danielle, but he was stronger than me, too. He wasn't an attack dog that I could control, and I had to remember that. He could easily turn on me if he wanted to, and I'd be powerless to stop him. It didn't make sense to worry too much, though. Sure, I couldn't control Trevor, but it wasn't like I could just back out either. Trevor would continue as he saw fit, I could only beg him to help me and hope for the best. Hopping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried off. After wrapping the towel around myself I headed out into the living room. Trevor was waiting for me on the couch, having dressed himself while I was in the shower. Entering the room I glanced towards Danielle's bedroom and saw the door was still shut. "She's still sleeping," Trevor assured me. "Come over here and lose the towel." I didn't want to lose the towel, but knew better than to fight him. Hoping to impress him with my obedience I dropped it where I stood and walked up to him. Standing before him, I allowed him to ogle my body, doing my best to hide my embarrassment. It was a little uncomfortable feeling his prying eyes sweeping over my body, but it was nice to know that he was interested in me. Trevor beckoned me to drop to my knees; I quickly obeyed. "You did well this morning," he praised. "You took some initiative, you cooperated without a fight, and you remembered to ask for permission before you came. Unfortunately, you neglected to clean off my cock after I finished. If you're going to be my slut, that's a service you'll be expected to provide without my having to remind you." "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I didn't know any better, and I promise you won't have to remind me again. Let me get a wash cloth." Trevor reached over and placed his hand on my shoulder, preventing me from rising up. He looked disappointed with me, though I wasn't sure why. I lowered my eyes, hoping that by showing my submission I could quell any anger he might have. "A wash cloth?" he sighed. "You won't be using a wash cloth to clean me, you silly bitch. Use your mouth like a good little whore." I didn't like the idea. I've never been entirely too comfortable around sperm -- having to taste it felt demeaning and gross. Still, I didn't think that Trevor was interested in learning about my feelings on semen. He had given me an order, and I didn't think that he'd just let me refuse it. Accepting that I had no choice, I unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. He was limp, but his cock was still slimy from the incident in Danielle's bed. Coated in a combination of his cum and mine, it was sticky to the touch. As I moved closer to it, the musky scent of sex filled my nostrils. I gave it a timid lick, testing the taste. As the flavor of our combined juices washed over my tongue, I found myself strangely enticed by the idea of cleaning him. Repressing my sense of shame I sucked his entire penis into my mouth and bathed it with my tongue. "It's kind of funny that you want payback against Danielle," he mused as I continued to service him. "It seems you've made a full adjustment, I'm almost surprised you don't want to reward her. Aren't you happy with how things worked out?" "I am," I admitted between licks, "but that doesn't make it okay. I want her to know that she can't just push me around." "I suppose that's a noble enough goal," Trevor reasoned as I sucked his penis into his mouth. "The truth is, I went much easier on you than she wanted, too. My cock's clean enough, go ahead and take a look at what's in the coffee table." Sitting back up, I pulled open the drawer in the coffee table. Inside was a butt plug and a small tube of personal lubricant. The plug was relatively small, but still large enough to be unmistakable for anything other than what it was. Realizing that Danielle wanted my ass to be violated to enraged me. I didn't do anal, but neither did she. She often complained that the men she slept with always wanted to put it in her butt, and often explained that she wouldn't do that because she considered it beneath her. Not only was it hypocritical for her to have asked Trevor to sodomize me, it was offensive -- she wasn't asking him to bring me down to her level, she was asking him to put me beneath her. Any gratitude that I might have had for her having set the whole thing up was rapidly fading away. "Do you know what that is?" he asked. "I do," I answered, mildly insulted that he thought I might not. I might not have been experienced, but I was hardly that naïve. "I thought you would," he replied, "but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. You do seem like the sheltered type, it wouldn't surprise me if you had no idea what that was. Do you understand how it's used?" "I do," I growled, getting irritated by his assumption that I might not. "I'm glad," he replied. "Explaining would be awkward and dull. Prove to me that you know how it's used." I panicked a little as I realized that I had walked right into his trap. The butt plug may not have been large, but it was certainly big enough to break my "no anal" rule. I pled with him with my eyes, but he didn't look like he was interested in a debate. Realizing that I would be taking the plug up my ass whether I liked it or not, I tried to comfort myself with the knowledge that this might convince him to help me at least. It wasn't much comfort. Picking up the plug, I began coating it in lube. It was heavier than it looked; the idea of having it inserted into me was humiliating. The idea that I'd have to insert it myself was terrifying -- I wasn't sure that I could, especially with him watching. Again I looked up to him and hoped for mercy, and again his facial expression conveyed that it wasn't going to happen. "A good slut wouldn't waste so much time," he warned. "It's not a big plug, quit stalling and shove it in, whore." "Are you sure that you don't want to do it for me?" I asked, hoping that I could at least spare myself the indignation of having to violate myself. "I'm sure that if you want my help you're going to have to learn to obey my orders more promptly," he warned me. With no other options, I bent over slightly and aimed the tip of the plug at the entrance to my ass. I was humiliated, but I was more afraid of disappointing him. Applying pressure, I felt it gradually slide into me. It wasn't painful or anything, but the shame I was feeling was powerful. I could no longer claim that I had never taken anything up the ass. "Poor little girl," he laughed. "You look so miserable. Come over here and climb up on my lap." I was afraid of another spanking, but I knew better to refuse his order. With each step towards him I was reminded of the butt plug in my ass, which only increased my shame. Climbing up on his lap I laid down as I had the night before, hoping that he wouldn't have reason to spank me. I felt tremendously vulnerable, knowing that he could hurt or humiliate me at will. He didn't spank me, but he did use his hands to spread my butt cheeks apart. I groaned in humiliation, realizing that he was likely looking at the chunk of latex that was lodged in me. Ignoring my groans, he placed his fingers on the base of the plug and pushed it in, resulting in a surprisingly pleasant sensation. "You did a good job inserting it," he commended me. "In the future, I'll expect you to be a bit more punctual in obeying my orders, but I'll let it slide for now. You'll keep this plug in until I tell you to remove it. Is that understood?" "It is," I groaned, hating the idea of having to wear it for any prolonged period of time. "Good girl," he praised. "Now, go get dressed -- like I said, I'm taking you out to breakfast. Just so we're clear, though, I am absolutely not telling you to remove the plug." Groaning, I climbed off of Trevor's lap and headed for my bedroom to get dressed. The plug still didn't hurt, but it was impossible to ignore. It wasn't even uncomfortable physically, but the mental reminder that I took an inanimate object up the ass on the orders of a stranger was difficult to handle. As I selected an outfit I considered removing it. I hated the idea of wearing it and hated the idea of wearing it in public even more. If I removed it, though, it seemed unlikely that I'd be able to sneak it back in without him noticing. Slipping my panties on over the plug, I realized that he'd probably check at some point to make sure that I had followed his orders. Strangely, I liked the idea of him checking -- I didn't want to think about it, but I was secretly eager to show him how well I had followed his instructions. After dressing myself I headed back into the living room where Trevor was waiting for me. Standing up, he headed towards the door with me following obediently behind him. Before leaving the house he slapped me playfully on the ass, intentionally pushing the plug into me. I yelped in surprise, but I did not object. We headed towards my car. Not wanting to offend Trevor, I handed him the keys and hopped in the passenger side. As I sat down, I felt the plug pushing deep into my body. It was embarrassing, but I was beginning to enjoy the sensation. Trevor hopped in the driver side and started the car. Trevor pulled out of the driveway and into the road, causing the car to bump slightly as he drove over the curb. I felt the force of the bump through the butt plug, and involuntarily moaned a little. Trevor heard the moan and looked over at me, grinning widely. My face went bright red realizing that he knew exactly why I had just moaned. It probably wasn't that great an idea to let him know that driving over bumps had an effect on me. For the rest of the drive Trevor seemed to hit every pothole, each time causing me to react with an embarrassed moan. With each moan I felt my dignity eroding, feeling as I was becoming more and more the slut that he claimed I was. By the time he pulled into the diner, I didn't really mind. We headed into the diner and took a seat in a corner booth. Facing Trevor, I felt extremely strange. To a casual observer there probably wasn't anything out of order in our appearance -- we were just two people eating breakfast together. The fact that there was a sex toy lodged in my asshole, though, made everything so much more perverse. I was nervous that Trevor would use my condition to humiliate me, but strangely he did not. He didn't mention the plug a single time. Instead, he simply made conversation, contributing to the illusion that there was nothing strange going on. In a way his refusal to acknowledge the true situation made it almost more perverse -- I felt like his assumption that this was all normal meant that this was how I should be normally used. As the conversation continued, though, I began to somehow forget about the butt plug. Trevor again reminded me that he was not like the imbeciles that Danielle typically slept with, and I found myself reacting strangely. He could hold his own in a conversation, which was both a turn on and mildly concerning -- it was hard to ignore the fact that he could likely dominate me intellectually just as easily as he could dominate me physically. Under normal situations, I'd have a major crush on Trevor. This wasn't necessarily a good thing, though -- I'd normally be far too shy to actually approach him, far too afraid that he was out of my league. It felt almost inappropriate to be sitting there talking with him, and even more inappropriate that my reluctance was due to a feeling of being unworthy instead of the fact that he had just raped me. After finishing our meals, Trevor leaned back and looked at me. His gaze was both inquisitive and intimidating; I wasn't sure how to react. I had no idea what he was thinking about, but wanted very much to know. "Let's discuss what you want," he announced, breaking the silence. "You're hoping that I'll help you to teach Danielle a lesson. Have you considered how you'd actually like me to go about doing that?" "Uhm, not really?" I admitted. "I was thinking you could just rape her or something?" Housemates Ch. 02 "You may not have thought that all the way through," he laughed. "Think about what you know about Danielle -- do you really think that anything I could do to her would be rape? What I did to you worked because you wouldn't accept that you really are a slut. Danielle doesn't exactly share that particular problem." "I hadn't really thought about that," I confessed. "There are sexual things you could do to her that she wouldn't be happy about, though." "Such as?" he probed. I racked my brain for something other than anal sex. It wasn't that I didn't want Danielle to be sodomized -- in fact, it seemed quite appropriate for the situation. I just didn't want the conversation to turn in that direction out of fear that Trevor might want to discuss my personal situation. Unfortunately, there really wasn't anything else that I could think of -- every other sex act that I could imagine was something that I knew Danielle probably enjoyed. With no other options, I simply hoped that he would keep the conversation on Danielle instead of me. "You could fuck her in the ass," I suggested. "I'm shocked," he laughed. "You seemed like such a nice girl, Faith. Are you actually suggesting that I anally rape your friend?" "She wanted you to anally rape me!" I argued. "Yeah, she did," he acknowledged. "But Danielle's kind of a cunt, it's almost expected of her. I'd expect better from you." "I don't see why I can't be a cunt, too," I reasoned. "I had to be a slut just because she wants to be a slut. Why shouldn't that apply to things that she doesn't want?" "Faith," he laughed, "it's not because of Danielle that you're a slut. It's because you're the kind of girl who will shove a butt plug up her ass and go out for breakfast with a man that she just met. All that Danielle accomplished was forcing you to see yourself as you really are." I wanted to argue, but I knew that he was right. I was warming up to the idea of being a slut, but it was still fairly embarrassing. Feeling ashamed, I lowered my eyes. "Don't get so melodramatic," he sighed. "I'm just teasing you. We'll skip the morality of what you're asking -- frankly, morality isn't exactly my strongest suit, anyway. Let's move on to something I actually care about. What exactly is in it for me?" "I am?" I suggested. "You can use my body however and whenever you please?" "I do have to admit that I enjoy using your body," he replied, "but you're not really offering me anything that I don't already have. If I refuse you, you don't think that would change my rights to access your body as I please in the slightest, do you?" "I guess not," I accepted. "I could pay you?" "I don't want your money," he shot back. "I'm not a whore -- you, on the other hand... Well, that's a discussion for another day." "Then what do you want?" I asked, unable to think of anything. "That's kind of the bitch of it, isn't it?" he answered. "Everything you have I either don't want or already have access to. You're not exactly in a strong negotiating position." He was right, and I knew it. I had nothing to offer -- anything he wanted he could just take, anyway. In an act of desperation, I tried to appeal to his sense of kindness. "You could do it just to be nice?" I suggested. "Haven't I been a good slut for you? Don't I deserve some kind of reward?" "You really are adorable, Faith," he laughed. "I believe I've rewarded you with permission to cum twice in the last 12 hours alone. You'd be wise to tread lightly there, too -- if I start feeling like you're not appreciating the kindness that I show you, I may stop being so generous." I was out of ideas. Looking up at him, I pleaded with my eyes, hoping that he'd take mercy on me. It didn't seem likely, but I had nothing else. "Oh calm down," he continued. "I'm going to help you -- I just wanted to remind you of your place, first. Really, Faith, you don't think I'd neglect my brand new slut, do you? I'm not a monster." "Thank you," I gushed, thrilled at the thought of finally taking Danielle down a peg. "So, what's the plan? How are we going to do this?" "The same way we'll do everything," he shrugged. "I'll do what I do, you'll obey me without question. Don't worry about the details, I assure you that I can manage them on my own. You do trust me, don't you?" It seemed like such a bizarre question. He had just spent the last night demonstrating to me that I really shouldn't trust him, after all. Still, for some reason I actually did trust him -- even though I knew that I probably shouldn't. "I do," I admitted. "You don't need to sound so surprised," he laughed. "I may be occasionally evil, but I'm mostly trustworthy. When I tell you that I'm going to do something, you can generally count on me doing it. For example, in a few minutes I'm going to take you into the bathroom and fuck you in the ass. You do trust that I will, don't you?" I gulped, realizing that he was serious. I was still uncomfortable with the idea of wearing a butt plug, actually getting fucked in the ass seemed too much. The fact that it would be in a public bathroom wasn't helping either -- it was as if he wanted it to be as degrading as possible. Unfortunately, I knew that I most certainly could trust him to keep that promise. "I do," I stammered, "but please don't? I'm a virgin back there, and I'd really, really like to keep it that way." "And yet you don't think Danielle deserves the same luxury," he mused. "I'm going to ask you a rhetorical question, Faith -- if you had to choose between being my slut and being an anal virgin, which would you pick? Before you get your hopes up, you should probably be aware that it doesn't really make a difference which you choose -- I'll be fucking you in the ass either way. Still, I'm curious." I should have answered immediately that I would prefer to remain an anal virgin, but I didn't. The reality, difficult as it was to accept, was that I didn't know. I couldn't understand why, but the idea of being his slut seemed tremendously appealing to me -- even though I didn't want to admit it. Still, anal sex was tremendously taboo to me, and that was not something that I was eager to change. "I'd rather be your slut," I guessed. "I wish I could do both, though. Is there any way that I could talk you out of this?" "Not even the slightest chance," he replied. "I just explained to you that I generally keep my word -- even if I changed my mind and decided I didn't want to, I'd be obligated to fuck your asshole anyway. You wouldn't want me to be comfortable lying to you, would you?" I'd have much preferred to preserve what little chastity I had left and have him lie to me, but I knew that it didn't really matter. I knew I couldn't talk him out of it; today would be my last day as an anal virgin. Trying to accept that, I realized that while I was still very freaked out by the idea, a part of it was also mildly appealing to me. Strangely, the same things that were freaking me out were what made it desirable. Anal sex seemed like such a filthy, disrespectful thing to me -- it was something that you do to a whore, not a lady. I wanted to believe that I was a lady, but the recent events were making that increasingly difficult to believe. It wasn't so bad, though. The idea of being used as a whore was still disgusting, but it was also extremely hot. As I struggled internally over what was going to happen and what it meant for my identity, Trevor paid the check. Standing up, he grabbed me by the arm and led me towards the bathroom. I hated the fact that we would be entering it together, if it were up to me I'd have gone in first and then he'd enter a minute later so as not to alert anyone as to what we were doing. Unfortunately, Trevor didn't seem interested in hiding what he was about to do to me. Entering the bathroom, Trevor locked the door behind us. It was a small bathroom designed for just one person, for which I was grateful. As humiliating as I knew it was going to be, it would have been even worse if I had to worry about a stranger walking in on us. Trevor spun me around and bent me over facing the toilet. I placed my hands on the seat as he stood behind me and pulled my pants and panties to the floor. Glancing back, I saw him pull the tube of lubricant from the house out of his pocket and squirt some on his dick. As I closed my eyes, I felt Trevor remove the butt plug, making room for his cock. Realizing that the time had come, I let out a groan of despair. "Don't get too sad, now," Trevor joked. "I'll put it back in when I'm done. I promise, your little asshole won't remain empty for long." Trevor placed the head of his cock on my asshole and began to push. As I felt it begin to enter, I began to panic -- his cock was much, much thicker than the butt plug. Where the butt plug had been mildly uncomfortable initially, Trevor's cock was stretching my asshole out to the point of pain. Frightened, I let out a small whimper. "I can't help but feel that you don't trust me here," he sighed. "I trust you," I begged, "but it really hurts! Please don't do this? I'm sorry for whatever I did, I promise that I'll be a good slut?" "Faith," he began, "this isn't some punishment for you're being inadequate. Relax, I like you a lot -- you're currently my favorite person in the whole world, in fact. I'm not mad at you in the slightest." "Then please don't do this?" I pleaded. "I'm not the kind of girl that does that, and it hurts!" "See, that's the lack of trust that I'm talking about," he continued. "I'm aware that it hurts. I'm aware that it's going to hurt worse. I'm also aware that you can handle it. You need to trust that I'm not going to break you. As to you not being 'the kind of girl that does that', I can only assume that you're joking. You're a slut, Faith -- this is precisely the kind of thing that you're meant to do." I don't know why, but his words were actually fairly reassuring. I was still terrified at the thought of losing my anal virginity, but knowing that he cared about me -- even if he only really cared enough to just not break me -- actually made me happy. I probably shouldn't have, but I really did trust him. Unfortunately, there was still the issue of pride and dignity -- I didn't want to be the kind of woman who takes it up the ass, even if the pain was manageable. "I'm sorry," I began. "You're right; I didn't trust you and I should have. I know that you won't do anything that I can't handle. I really don't want to do this, though. Please don't make me an anal whore? Just fuck me in the pussy instead?" "I thought we covered this last night," he sighed. "You're a slut, Faith. You accept this, don't you?" "I do, but I..." I answered. "There's no 'but I' in this logic," he interrupted. "You're a slut, and that carries with it certain obligations. First and foremost, you're obligated to keep all of your holes ready and available in the event that I feel like using them. When I do choose to use them, you're obligated to show gratitude for the attention -- you're certainly not permitted to second-guess my judgment." "I'm not second-guessing you!" I argued. "Just please pick a different hole. Please just fuck me in my cunt, I promise I'll take it like a good slut!" "Relax, slut," he laughed. "I'm not going to neglect your cunt -- I promise you, I'll be dumping plenty of sperm in it in the future; as well as your other two holes. Right now, though, I feel like fucking your asshole -- I've just fucked your cunt twice, and I feel like some variety is in order. Before you say anything, by the way, you'd do well to remember that you ought to be grateful for any attention that I show you, even if it isn't in the hole of your choosing." His words were painting a very specific picture of our relationship. I could see it in my head -- he'd get horny, I'd obediently present him with the hole of his choice. I could envision him using me without gratitude, as if he was doing me a favor by honoring me with his sperm. Most troubling, I found the idea to be a major turn-on -- I could easily see myself feeling grateful for whatever abuse he tossed my way. I had already accepted that I was his slut -- hell, I was happy to be his. I had to accept that being his slut meant that I could no longer be an anal virgin. It seemed silly, anyway -- anal sex might have been demeaning and cruel, but so was everything else that I was picturing. If I was going to be his slut, I might as well do it right. "You're right," I admitted. "I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to doubt you. You have the right to use my body as you please; and I'm grateful for the honor. Thank you." "That's a good girl," he praised while tenderly stroking my hair. "I knew you'd come to your senses eventually and remind me why you're my favorite slut. Now, try to relax -- this is going to hurt." Trevor moved his hands to my shoulders and gripped firmly. As he pushed forwards I felt his cock sliding into me. He paused once the head one in all the way, giving me time to adjust. It was painful, uncomfortable, and humiliating; but I was happy. I was making my master feel good, and that was what was important. After giving me a few seconds to adjust, Trevor continued to slowly push into me. It hurt, but it was manageable. I groaned a bit, but I didn't object. After a few more seconds he leaned over and whispered in my ear. "It's in half the way," he informed me. "How does that make you feel?" "Good?" I offered, unsure of what answer he wanted. "What a pathetic answer," he sighed. "I'm not asking you for a one word confirmation that you enjoy this. You've got my cock halfway up your asshole in a public bathroom, tell me how that feels. Be elaborate; I want to really understand what's going on in your whore mind right now." "I feel like a fucking slut," I blurted out. "I can't believe that I'm actually taking it up the ass. I feel like the lowest whore in the world." "That's probably an accurate perception," he laughed. "Tell me though, slut -- do you want me to stop?" I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't. It wasn't that I was afraid of angering him; it was that it wasn't true. He had stated that he wanted to fuck my ass, and I wanted nothing more than to please him. Even if I thought he'd be okay with me saying yes, I'd be afraid that it might make him stop. I didn't want to disappoint him. "No," I admitted. "I want you to use whichever hole you think would be best, including my asshole. Thank you for doing this." "You're welcome, slut," he laughed as he continued to push deeper. The pain was intense, but I didn't ask him to stop. He was moving slow, anyway. After a few more seconds, I felt his thighs pressed up against my ass, and his balls slapping against my cunt. Fully inserted he again paused, giving me time to adjust to his girth. I felt completely impaled, stretched to my limits on his cock. My mind raced. He was entirely inside me; I was now officially getting fucked in the ass. I was simultaneously ashamed and proud of myself -- I was a slut, but I was a good slut. I was serving my master, pleasuring him exactly in the way that he had wanted. It may have hurt, but this was what I was for. "Congratulations, Faith," he whispered in my ear as he began to slowly pump his cock in and out of me. "You're now officially a three holed slut. I've had my dick inside every part of you that counts. In the future, we'll be able to skip this stupid pre-fuck drama -- if I want to fuck you, I'll just bend you over and shove it in whichever hole I please. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Thank you," I replied, more sincerely than I would have expected. "You're right -- I would like that very much. Will you be fucking me in the ass frequently?" "Probably not," he answered. "To be completely honest with you, I prefer your cunt -- that's definitely your best hole. It's self-lubricating, it feels better, and honestly it's just easier. At the same time, it's also mildly dignified -- if I always fuck you there you might start thinking you're my equal or something. I don't want to mislead you, so I'll occasionally remind you what you're for by fucking you in the ass." "Thank you, Master," I replied as I felt the pain fading away. "I promise I'll try not to forget what I'm for, and I promise that I'll never object to taking your cock up my ass again." "'Master', huh?" he chuckled while increasing his pace. "I think I like that. It's appropriate enough." It felt wrong, but I was thrilled that he responded like that. I hadn't meant to address him as "Master", but I had been thinking of him like that. The fact that he liked it made me happy; it meant that he accepted me as his property. The pain was pretty much entirely gone. Between the butt plug having stretched me out and Trevor's unexpectedly considerate pacing, it no longer hurt in any serious way. Surprisingly, it was actually beginning to feel physically good. As he continued to increase his pace into a steady rhythm, I felt my cunt crying out for attention. Taking my hand off of the toilet, I reached down between my legs. It felt like a disgustingly slutty thing to do, but my cunt wasn't about to take no for an answer. Besides, "slutty" was no longer a bad thing. As I began to rub my clit, I hoped that Trevor wouldn't mind my acting without his permission. "And to think," he laughed, "just a few minutes ago you were claiming that you didn't want this. Now you're fucking yourself like a bitch in heat. Tell me, slut -- what kind of a woman reacts like this? It doesn't seem like a proper lady would be fucking herself while getting her asshole fucked in a public bathroom." "A slut," I answered, with more pride than was probably appropriate. "Your slut, I mean. Do you not approve? I'll stop if you want me to, but I really hope that you don't." "I approve," he reassured. "Even if I didn't, I couldn't get mad at you. You're only doing what comes natural, after all. You find yourself getting fucked in the ass, so your instinct is to fuck yourself hard. It's not your fault, it's just who and what you are." His words both shamed me and turned me on. As they echoed in my mind I began rubbing my clit faster, telling myself that this was what I was meant for. Trevor must have noticed -- he picked up his pace as well. By that point he was no longer just slowly sliding his dick in and out of me, he was legitimately fucking me in the ass. I wanted to show him how committed I was to being his slut. Bracing myself, I began to fuck back against him. It was a little painful, but I wanted to show him how obedient I could be. As I worked into a rhythm that complimented his, I found myself enjoying the act of getting fucked in the ass far more than I would have expected. After a few minutes, I felt an orgasm approaching. "May I have permission to cum?" I asked. "I don't know," he teased. "You forgot to call me 'Master', and I'm a bit worried that if I keep giving you permission so easily you'll start expecting it." "I'm sorry, Master," I pleaded. "May I please cum, Master?" Trevor didn't answer immediately, but he did keep fucking me. I began to get a bit nervous -- I was sure that he had heard me, and rushing him for an answer seemed unwise. I slowed my pace with my hand, but it wasn't enough to hold off the orgasm -- his powerful thrusts were more than capable of getting me off on their own. I tried desperately to take my mind off of what was happening in the hopes of delaying my orgasm, but it was futile -- with each thrust Trevor brought be back into reality, whether I liked it or not. "Oh, all right," he laughed after what felt like an eternity. "You can cum, slut. I spoil you, you know." I managed to squeak out a quick "thank you" before me orgasm began. The orgasm was intense -- between the pressure of having to hold off and the overall depravity of the situation, I was in heaven. As waves of pleasure coursed through my body, I forgot all about where I was and began to moan loudly. Thrusting my fingers into my twat I felt my vaginal muscles contract and quiver. Housemates Ch. 02 Halfway through my orgasm, Trevor began his. Pushing deep into me, I felt his balls slap against my cunt as he filled me with his cum. Pushing my ass back, I did my best to give him a warm hole to deposit his seed. I don't know why I liked being used by him like that, but knowing that I had helped him to cum made me feel incredibly happy. Trevor pulled out of me once he had finished milking his cock into my asshole. I tried to stand up straight, but he placed his hand on my shoulder to hold me down. In confusion I turn my head to look back, only to see him picking the butt plug off of the sink and covering it with another layer of lube. "We don't want you leaking sperm all over the place," he explained. "And I wouldn't want to have to force you to lick the floor. It's a public bathroom, after all -- that just wouldn't be hygienic." As I held my position, Trevor slid the butt plug back into me. It went in noticeably easier than it had when I inserted it back in the house; there was no pain at all. Once he had it in all the way he pulled up my panties and pants, trapping it in place. With my pants back on I stood up straight and turned around to face him, feeling his sperm sloshing around inside me. Trevor still had his pants down and his dick out. Remembering his instructions from earlier to clean him every time he had used me, I dropped to my knees. I was extremely nervous about tasting his cock after it had been in my ass, but it looked clean enough. Not wanting to disappoint him, I gave it a tentative lick. I was relieved to find that it didn't taste like what I was afraid it would taste like. I could taste the lube and the sperm, but that was it. Dutifully licking him clean, I swallowed eagerly to demonstrate my submission to him. As I cleaned him off, Trevor tenderly stroked my hair. Eventually, Trevor decided that his dick was clean enough and he shoved me back with a smirk. I wasn't sure how to react -- the cold manner in which he was treating me hurt my feelings, but at the same time I kind of liked it. I wanted him to like me, but I didn't want him to respect me too much -- I liked being his cum dumpster, after all. As he pulled up his pants, I rose to my feet. I was extremely nervous about going back out into the diner. Not only had people seen me enter the bathroom with Trevor, I was certain that someone must have heard my moaning through the door. I hated the idea of walking out into a room full of people who knew that I had just gotten fucked in public, but it wasn't like I had options. I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, even if Trevor permitted it. Trevor, by contrast, seemed almost proud. There was no shame in his body language as he opened the door and walked out. I hesitantly followed behind him -- I didn't want to be seen leaving the bathroom at the same time, but everyone had already seen me enter it with him so it wasn't like I was fooling anyone. Additionally, I thought it might be somehow worse to walk out of it alone, given that they probably already knew. Walking out with Trevor would be embarrassing, but at least I could hide behind his massive body. No one said anything, but we got some dirty looks. I shouldn't say "we", actually. I got the looks. Trevor simply marched towards the door victoriously as I followed behind him feeling like his bitch. My face was bright red with shame, but there was nothing I could do. Everyone clearly knew -- even if they hadn't heard my moans or saw us enter and exit the bathroom together the funny way that I was walking was a dead giveaway. "I should make you take a bow," he joked. "Who knows -- they might applaud." I didn't answer. There was really nothing that I could say, anyway. If I told him that I didn't want that, he'd almost certainly force me to just to spite me. If I told him I wanted to, he'd probably call my bluff. Instead, I just kept my head down and obediently followed behind him, hoping for the best. Fortunately, Trevor permitted me to keep that last shred of dignity. He didn't force me to bow, but permitted me to quietly follow him out of the diner. As we left, I found myself grateful that he had chosen a diner that wasn't too close to home -- I told myself that I would simply never go back there again. Looking up at Trevor, I realized that he'd likely force me to. Thinking about it, I realized that a part of me hoped that he would. Trevor jumped into the car and let me in. Climbing in, I felt the butt plug again pressing into my asshole. I was sore, and it was mildly uncomfortable, but it made me feel good. It was holding his sperm in my body, marking me as his conquest. It was a reminded that I had served my master well. A smile crept onto my face -- I was happier than I had been in a long time. "You're certainly cheerful," he commented as he began the drive home. "Looking forward to your revenge on Danielle?" "I am, Master," I answered. "That's not why I'm smiling though. I just really enjoy being your slut." Trevor grinned and reached over to pat my head. I leaned towards him, feeling like his pet. I liked the idea. I liked that he was pleased with me. "That's good," he replied. "I'm glad that you're happy with your place, because I really should warn you that your plan for revenge isn't going to go exactly how you want it to." "You said that you'd help me," I whimpered back, shocked and hurt. "I did," he explained, "and I will. I told you that I'd help you set things right with Danielle, and I fully intend to. I did not, however, claim that I'd permit you to just sit idly by and watch. You're going to be a part of this plan, and your role may not be what you expect. You're going to have to trust my judgment, and I promise that everything will work out for the best." I was relieved that he wasn't taking back his promise to help me, though more than a little nervous about what he said. I had actually hoped that he'd just let me sit back and watch -- I was looking forward to taunting Danielle, mocking her as she took Trevor's cock up her ass. I was also a bit worried about the idea that Trevor might force me into lesbian activity. Having Danielle rub her clothed crotch over my face was quite far enough. Still, it wasn't my place to second-guess his plans. I trusted him, even though every neuron in my brain screamed at me not to. "I understand," I accepted. "I trust that you'll do what is best, Master." "Don't sound so sad, little slut," he consoled me. "I suspect that you're right about the ass-fucking. I think that really will humiliate her. You're just going to have to accept that you'll be humiliated, too. Think of it as a bonding experience between the two of you." I wasn't crazy about the fact that I wouldn't be able to mock Danielle while she took it up the ass, but I could live with his terms. On some level, I actually really preferred the idea that he would be abusing me as well to the idea that he might neglect me and focus on her. More importantly, though, I did really trust him. I knew that he'd do the right thing, and that was enough. Content and satisfied, I relaxed for the rest of the drive home, thoughts of retribution dancing is my head.