3 comments/ 87984 views/ 29 favorites Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 01 By: toocold Fay stood naked in her bedroom and looked at herself in her full-length mirror. Although 22-years old, her youthful, clear looks often made people think she was a few years younger, and her wild mass of copper, wavy hair did little to make her seem any older. She was only 5'3", and loved to dress in cute clothes, favouring over-the-knee socks and short skirts with t-shirts or tight blouses. This only served to show off her curves -- an eye-popping set that meant that not many guys ever looked at her face anyway! Her slim, shapely calves and soft, round thighs led on to a deliciously round and full bottom and tidy, ginger-fuzzed pussy, before narrowing into a petite waist and then on to her proudest feature -- her firm, pink-nippled boobs which were a tremendous 32FF and all natural. All of this made getting men (or women) very easy -- but it also made finding someone interested in more than just tearing her clothes off quite tricky. Ever since losing her virginity four years earlier she'd been very sexually active (earning her some unflattering names at college) but had always ended unsatisfied. She'd had sex with lots of men and a fair few ladies, and a lot of it had been good, but after a few weeks she was always bored and looking to move on and she was starting to wonder what the problem was. Pouting at the image of herself, Fay sighed and started to dress. It was Saturday and she had the apartment to herself, but she fancied going out for a walk. Loosely tying her hair back, she rummaged through the mess of clothing scattered around her room. She pulled on some white, satin bikini style panties, cut full over her peachy bum, and a matching bra a size too small so that her huge breasts formed a cleavage that was positively mesmerizing. Next some white, cotton over-the-knee socks and a short, red tartan skirt followed by a black, low-necked vest that showed her chest. Finally, some black pumps. Checking her reflection again, she smiled: as ever, she'd have guys falling over themselves. The thought brought a slight blush to her normally pale cheeks, but she was done with guys, at least for a while. She'd split with her last boyfriend during the week and was not sure what to do next in her personal life. Trotting down the steps to the street, Fay struck off in the direction of the park. It was a warm day, but the sun was not too strong so she was not worried about sunburn -- her pale, creamy skin didn't really tan. As she meandered, she thought about her relationships. Sex was always the reason they failed, and she was always the one who did the splitting. It wasn't that she was against sex -- far from it, she'd have it five times a day if she could. It was just that it always got boring, and she wasn't really sure what she wanted to do to keep it interesting. All the people that she'd slept with had simply wanted to play with her boobs and then fuck, which was fine, but she wanted more...she wanted dirtier. Dirtier? Where had that come from. She'd arrived at the park, which was quiet. She found a bench shaded by a large oak, and sat down to continue her thoughts. Fay's upbringing had been very uptight, very middle-class and talking about sex was very much off the table. Her daddy would be horrified if he knew his little girl had been fucked by three men within a week of turning 18, so nothing like that was ever talked about. For Fay, sex had always been a strictly vanilla experience. But just thinking that word, thinking 'dirty', had made her cheeks blush and her nipples tingle. Was this her problem, she pondered, was it that she was the dirty slut that her college room-mate (who'd discovered her boyfriend fucking Fay) had alleged? The more she thought, the more it seemed right. Her best relationships had been the ones she knew were wrong -- guys who already had a girlfriend, a tutor, other girls. They'd all got boring eventually, but maybe she'd just not gone far enough. As she suddenly became conscious of the fact that she was sitting on a public bench idly stroking her thighs and heavy breasts, Fay suddenly stopped and looked around. Thankfully nobody was nearby, but she knew that she was on the right path now, if simply thinking about trying something new was enough to have her off in an erotic trance. Setting off walking again, she mulled over what she should try. It was a thought that had never occurred to her -- sex had always been something that she was pursued for so constantly that initiating it never been an issue. But if she did initiate something, what did she want to happen? Out of the park now, she looked up, wondering where to go next, and her mind was instantly made up for her. Across the road, on the corner of a quiet intersection, was a seedy looking, dark blue-painted shop. Outside hung a simple sign: XXX, over 21s only. A sex shop! Where could be better? Without pausing to lose her nerve, Fay dashed over the road and pushed the door open, which quietly shut behind her. After the sunshine outside, the store seemed dimly lit, and she stopped to look around, scanning the wares on offer. To her left was a wall of magazines, the covers all seeming to show blonde, tanned women with their obviously enhanced breasts out. In front of her were several aisles of DVDs and to her right was a frankly astonished looking guy of about 30, sitting behind the counter and looking entranced by the beautiful, curvy redhead in her painfully cute-but-sexy outfit. "Ahhh...excuse me, but are you 21?" he managed to croak. "22, actually," Fay replied sweetly. "I'm just browsing." She sounded confident, but actually her heart was hammering, so she turned her back on the man and walked purposefully down the first aisle and started to look at the DVDs. Although simply being in this place was exciting her, the material on offer was disappointing -- movie after movie of pretty, blonde girls getting screwed. They all seemed to offer threesomes, which was a place to start, she supposed, but wasn't really what she was after -- not that she knew what she was after. Frustrated, she glanced up to look at the man again. As with most guys, he was trying to stare at her without being caught, and was failing hopelessly. He looked quite attractive, actually, slim, brown-haired, scruffy, maybe 5'10" -- not the slovenly old man she'd imagined would be in here. A thought suddenly hit her, and before she could decide against it, she acted on the impulse and strode over to the counter. "Hello, I wonder if you can help me?" The man dragged his gaze from her deep cleavage to look her in the face. "Ummm, sure, what can I do?" Fay frowned slightly, but decided to push on. "Well, I'm not sure. I was looking for something...unusual, maybe?" He raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe not unusual, but something naughtier than the DVDs you've got. Something, I don't know, dirty?" There, she's said it. Her pussy was tingling, her nipples were almost throbbing and her face felt like it was red with embarrassment, but she hoped she looked less uncomfortable than the guy behind the counter did! "Ah, ok," he paused, nonplussed. Gorgeous girls simply did not come into sex shops and ask for 'something dirty' -- well, they didn't other than in the sort of DVDs that she'd decided weren't good enough. "Well, we have some of the kinkier stuff over here." He slid off the stool he'd been reading on (a real novel, Fay noted, not a porno mag) and walked around the corner to the corner of the shop furthest from the door. Fay chewed her bottom lip, nervous now, but followed him. He continued, pointing at various sections of the shelves. "So, there's bondage, foot fetish stuff, bukkake, older guys, pregnant girls, watersports, spanking..." "What's bukkake?" interrupted Fay. The assistant looked like he couldn't decide if he was confused or amazed, but he shrugged and handed her a DVD. "Well, simply it's loads of guys cumming on a girl's face." Fay studied the box and then handed it back. "Thanks. And watersports?" He took a deep breath and shook his head slightly, before turning his back to her whilst he pointed at some DVD boxes. "There's different stuff, really, but it all boils down to, uhh, pissing. Guys on girls, girls on guys, drinking it, doing it outside, doing it in clothes..." He tailed off and turned back to her, but Fay didn't notice. She was lost in thought, his words crashing around in her head. Watersports! Now, that sounded naughty -- and dirty! The assistant, who was called Andy, took this opportunity to study her. She really was the most fantastically gorgeous girl he'd laid eyes on -- pretty face, hair in coppery trails down her back and a body to make Jessica Rabbit pout at the unfairness of it! Andy coughed, to get her attention back, and continued with his pitch. "We've toys too, all the usual vibrators and dildos, plus handcuffs, paddles, canes...whatever you may, ummm, want, really." He shrugged and waited for a response from the redhead. Fay's mind was buzzing. She'd never been as turned on in her life, and could not decide which way to turn. She felt hot and distracted, as she tried to pick out what had excited her most from what the assistant had been saying. She wanted almost all of it, and didn't know what to buy first and...and she'd left her purse at home. However, before she could even start to feel disappointed her sexually overcome brain supplied an answer -- after all, vanilla sex with dozens of guys may not have been kinky, but it had taught her that most men were powerless in front of her, even if she'd rather be powerless in front of them (now where had that thought come from?). "Right," she started, "it's like this. I want to try some new stuff -- and I really like the things that you've been showing me. But, I've not brought my purse. Now, ever since I walked in here you've been looking down my top, so I figured we could maybe make a deal?" "A deal?" Andy murmured. "Yes, a deal. I already told you I was looking for something dirty, and you're a better looking guy than I expected to find in here. So, tell me, what do you like on these shelves?" She'd taken a step closer to him, and Andy could almost feel the heat coming off her. This was just simply unreal, but he'd never been a man to look a gift horse in the mouth (although he'd never met a gift horse in the shape of a fantastic, sex-mad redhead with massive boobs). "What do I like? Why, what deal did you have in mind?" Fay paused, realising that he sounded more assertive now. However, she'd come this far. "The deal I've got in mind, "she stepped closer, her soft tits which were straining her top now brushing against his chest, "is that you can do to me whatever you like and in return I can have whatever I like from the shop. Deal?" "Serious?" She moved closer again, her boobs now pressed against him and he could smell her gentle, musky scent. Stretching up (he was seven inches taller than her) she kissed him, and whispered "Serious." Andy turned, marched to the door and quickly flicked the catch, locking them in. He turned back to face her. "I'm Andy. What's your name?" "Fay," she answered quietly. "Well, Fay, you said you wanted naughty and dirty, so here's the deal. I want you to take off your top and your bra so that I can see your fucking massive tits. Then I want you to bring me the cane that I just showed you. I'm going to spank you and cane you on your ass whilst you bend over the counter," he pointed to a spot. "You seemed to like the wetting DVD, so I hope you need to go to the toilet, because I am going to keep spanking you until you piss into your panties. After that, well, I've not decided. If you agree to that you can have the cane, and you can have the DVD. Well?" Fay looked down and thought. This was so wrong, so sluttish, so naughty and rude and...dirty. Looking up she stared fiercely at Andy, her jaw set. "You'd better make it hard." With that, she hauled her vest off, dropping it to the ground, and unclasped her bra. Her huge, soft breasts swung free, wobbling slightly but so firm and proud. Giving him a moment to admire them she plucked the thin, whippy cane off the fall and walked towards him. Andy's eyes were glued to her chest -- he wasn't entirely certain that he hadn't died and gone to heaven. Stopping in front of him, Fay proffered the cane, which he took and set down on the counter. Before he could speak she gave him an insolent pout and turned to lean over the counter. Her tits were crushed into the counter top and her back was arched, her chubby bottom offered up and waiting with her legs straight. Andy stepped forward and flipped her skirt up, revealing her white panties, the satin material stretched taut across her cheeks. He dragged his palm across her buttocks, cupping them and feeling the weight of them. Fay was in a turmoil. She'd never been spanked in her life, let alone by a complete stranger in exchange for some goods. It basically made her a whore. A dirty whore. She closed her eyes as the thought rushed over her and made her even more turned on. What on earth was wrong with her? It was the last coherent thought she had for a while. Deciding to forego any warm up, Andy laid a firm slap across her left bottom cheek, then a harder one across the right. As her skin was so pale, a light pink blush was immediately raised and the impression of his palm was clear. Fay winced and exhaled sharply, and before there was a further reaction he spanked again, four swift smacks to each cheek, the crack from each resounding around the store. "Owwww" cried Fay softly under her breath, and she started to cry softly. The spanking hurt, but at no time was she regretting the deal she'd offered. She was so horny that nothing seemed out of the question. The smacks kept falling, sharp and hard, keeping to a rhythm of Andy's devising, sometimes alternating cheeks, sometimes landing a few on one and then a few on the other. He covered her whole bottom with spanks, from the cheeks to the fold at the tops of her thighs where her ass curved into her legs. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. The tattoo of slaps onto her now reddened bottom continued. Her cheeks were glowing hot, blotchy and red and the sting was getting as much as she could bear. Remembering the deal, Fay realised that he intended to keep spanking her until she pissed in her pants. Tears were now running down her face, and she was sobbing and snivelling with the increasing pain in her behind. At the same time, the crotch of her knickers was already wet, but with her pussy rather than pee. She felt like she was made of sex. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Andy continued, his arm like a piston as he slapped and smacked her firm, round bottom, the full cheeks bouncing and wobbling with the impact of his hand. He wasn't sure how much more she could take. For her part, nor was Fay, and she was doing her best to concentrate on going to the toilet, but she'd not gone to the toilet in her panties since she was little, and never whilst bending over the counter in a sex shop and being spanked by a stranger! Fay tried to ignore the hand falling repeatedly onto her scorched ass and focused all her attention on her bladder. She'd not been to the loo at all, so how hard could it be? She was not going to be able to sit down for a week, at this rate, when, finally, with a choked gasp, she seemed to burst. Andy stopped spanking immediately as hot, yellow piss flooded from her lips, soaked the crotch of her panties and bubbled through the material between her thighs. Streams ran down her legs, soaking her over-the-knee socks and staining them yellow. "You're so bad, so dirty," she heard Andy say as she strained to keep peeing. She was dimly aware that he'd moved, she heard a swish and then, as her piss continued to soak her clothes and splash into a pool on the floor, a burning stripe exploded across her ass as Andy caned her. "Nooooo," she cried, but she didn't try to get up. Her left arm was now curled under her on the counter, squeezing and grasping at her tear-wet boobs, and her right was reaching between her legs, rubbing frantically at her cunt. He caned her again, then again, the whippy cane slashing across her stinging behind and leaving red stripes across her already burning cheeks. Fay continued to try to pee, as the cane marked her thighs, her legs treading gently, her pumps squelching as they filled with her pee, her hand a blur at the front of her pissy panties. Suddenly, powerfully, her orgasm took her, and she collapsed, shuddering across the counter, gasping and trembling. Andy stopped caning her and just watched her, as she collected herself. Her thighs and ass were an angry, weal-marked red, her panties and socks were soaking wet and yellow with her pee, tears and snot had run from her face onto her swollen breasts. Unsteadily, Fay stood up and turned to face him, still catching her breath. "Thank you," she half whispered. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had." Lee swallowed, feeling dazed himself. "You're...you're welcome. I guess." He waved vaguely at the shelves. "Help yourself." To Be Continued... Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 02 Still not quite steady on her feet, and increasingly aware of her bizarre situation, Fay started to try and get her head back together. Her piss-wet panties and socks were now cooling and clammy on her skin, her bottom cheeks and upper thighs were stinging dreadfully and her face and breasts were covered with a mix of tears and snot. Andy offered her a tissue which she used to wipe her face as she walked over to her discarded bra and vest and restored a semblance or decency to herself. She was coming down from her sex high now, and felt debased and embarrassed, but was determined to collect her winnings. Picking up the cane which had so recently been whipping her backside and selecting, almost at random, three DVDs from the watersports shelf, she walked to the counter. "Could I have a bag for these? And also your phone number?" "Sure, no prob...what?" Andy was still stunned from the afternoon's activities. "Look, I've already said that this was a fantastic experience and I may want to do it again. If you do, that is?" This last was said more hesitantly, as Fay suddenly realised that behaving like a crazed slut may be off-putting. "Yeah, I...yeah. Here." Andy handed her a card with his number on. "Can I call you a cab?" "No, I'll be fine. Thank you." With that, Fay suddenly dazzled him with her sweetest, brightest smile, somewhat out of place amidst the smudged make-up and dishevelled appearance, turned on her heel, unlocked the door and walked out of his shop. Dusk was setting in as Fay walked home. With her face down and her skirt straightened the only obvious signs of her afternoon were the damp, pee stains down both her over-the-knee socks, but she walked quickly and uneventfully back to her apartment and was relieved to find that her flatmate was still out. Hurrying to her room she closed and looked the door and then fell face down onto her bed, heart racing with nervous energy. Her ass was still stinging, and she ran her fingers gently over the ridges left by the cane as she replayed the punishment in her mind. As she did she became aware of two things -- firstly, despite the pain, just thinking about the spanking and caning was making her horny again, and secondly, she was starting to smell of stale pee. Brushing her hand against the front of her panties she brought her hand to her face and sniffed -- yes, she stank like a toilet -- and then suddenly, without thinking, she popped her fingers in her mouth and sucked them, filling her mouth with the taste of her own pee. "What am I doing?" she whispered to herself, but her body had answered for her. The nipples of her heavy breasts were hardening, and she could feel a familiar heat between her legs. Climbing off the bed, Fay tucked the bag with the cane and DVDs into the top drawer of her dresser and turned her back to her mirror, lifting her skirt to assess the damage. Actually, it wasn't as bad as it felt -- but it looked awful. The normally alabaster skin of her ass and thighs was blotchy, red, pink and purple, with several criss-crossing lines left by the cane. It still felt hot to the touch. Fay stripped off, as ever simply dropping her clothes on the bedroom floor, and took a quick shower, which made her feel a lot better. As she towelled her long, red hair dry, the whole afternoon started to feel like a dream. Surely she hadn't done those dirty, awful things? But the ache in her bottom let her know she had. Deciding on an early night, Fay completed her usual bathroom routine, except, almost unconsciously, she decided not to use the toilet. Back in her room she picked up an oversized t-shirt that she often slept in, and looked for some panties. Her eyes quickly settled on the pair she'd been wearing all day. Her pulse quickened as she picked them up. They were mostly dry now, but the yellow stain that covered the front and most of the back was telling. Pressing her face into them, Fay inhaled deeply, getting a full breath of her own pee smell. Her nipples hardened in an instant, and her mind was made up. Quickly, she pulled the once-white panties up her curvy legs and climbed into bed, pulling the duvet up over her. Fay knew what was coming next. She'd known as soon as she impulsively decided not to go to the loo before bed. It was a dirty and naughty thing to do deliberately. She rolled onto her side, one hand cupping herself through her panties, the other plucking and stroking at her nipples through the thin material of her top. Was she really going to do this? How would she deal with it after? She felt slightly dizzy with shame at what she was considering, but also knew in her heart that she was no longer considering, she'd made her mind up -- she was going to wet her bed, on purpose. Fay squeezed her eyes shut and... "Fay! Hun! You in?" Without giving the voluptuous redhead a chance to reply, her flatmate bundled in through Fay's bedroom door. "Hey, babe! What you doing in bed, already? Get up!" She brandished a brown, paper bag. "I've bought Chinese." Most guys described Fay's looks as 'cute'. Her flatmate, Nadia, was simply drop-dead stunning. She was a few inches taller than Fay, with a slightly slimmer, more toned body, lightly tanned. Her hair was almost black and fell thickly past her shoulders, framing her alluring face -- high cheekbones, full, pouting lips, dark brown, smouldering eyes. The only real similarity between the two girls was in the chest -- on her slimmer frame, Nadia's 32DDs were almost as distracting as Fay's 32FFs! She was a year older than Fay, and a lot more confident with it -- but then, startlingly beautiful girls can afford to be confident. Even dressed as simply as she was -- blue jeans, red blouse, black jacket -- Nadia was a knock-out. Fay, meanwhile, was not feeling confident at all. Sitting up in bed she smiled nervously at Nadia, hoping that she did not pick up the smell of urine in the room. "Hi, Nadia. I went out for a walk today and I guess I was tired when I got back. I don't really feel like eating." She was acutely aware of the pressure building in her bladder, which now felt uncomfortably full. "Come on. Some noodles will do you good," Nadia entreated. "Hang on a sec..." Nadia walked over to Fay's bathroom and let herself in. Moments later, Fay heard the distinctive sound of someone taking a piss. The sound of tinkling water was the last thing she wanted to hear. Having spent the time since her shower convincing herself to wet herself again, she was now desperately trying to avoid just that. But what could she do? If she got out of bed, Nadia might see the yellow stains on her knickers from earlier (never mind the tram lines the cane had left). Lying back down, Fay pulled her duvet tight around her neck as Nadia re-emerged from the bathroom. "I'm really not hungry, Nadia. I'll still put in half for the food, though." Fay did her best to look tired. Nadia crossed her arms and pouted, then sighed. "Oh well, whatever, babe. I'll see you in the morning." She started to leave the room, then paused. For a heart-stopping second, Fay was sure she was going to ask what she could smell, but instead she gestured at the mess on the floor. "You thought about maybe tidying up, ever?" She grinned, and started to gather up Fay's clothes, then started to fling them at Fay's head. "Come on, lazy bones. In bed before bedtime and too lazy to tidy up!" "I'll do it tomorrow!" Fay shouted, her urgent need putting an edge in her tone. An unfortunate edge, it turned out. Hearing that Fay was genuinely upset, Nadia stopped throwing the clothes and stood up. Fay's bladder felt like a time-bomb, and she knew that she could not last much longer, but her heart fell further when she realised that, amongst a couple of bras and a sweater, Nadia had picked up the socks that Fay had been wearing when she pissed herself earlier. "Cool, hun, sorry. See you tomorrow, yeah?" Nadia looked upset and confused for a moment, and raised a hand to wave goodnight. As she did, her smooth forehead creased. "Whoo -- when did you last wash these?" So saying, she sniffed at Fay's once-white sock. Despairing and unable to think of a convincing story, Fay's face crumbled and she began to cry. At the same time, her resolve collapsed as well and she began to fill her panties with hot, stinky pee. The piss gushed through the material of her underwear and began to pool around her, soaking up the back of her panties and t-shirt, making her sheets sodden and doubtless soaking her mattress. "Fay? What's the matter?" asked Nadia, her concern at her friends odd behaviour making her forget about the odd smell of urine on the socks she was holding. For her part, Fay continued to cry and continued to pee. She felt like she was laying in a hot, yellow sea, but she knew that what was actually happening was that she was pissing all over herself in bed, her clothes sticking to her, like a naughty little girl. "Please, Nadia, just leave me alone," Fay sobbed. Shaking her head, worried and puzzled, Nadia decided that she wasn't helping. Casually dropping the clothes of Fay's that she'd been holding, she left her friend alone, closing the door behind her. As soon as she was by herself, Fay relaxed. A couple of final trickles of pee were trickling down her thigh, but otherwise she was done. Now that she was no longer worrying about her friend discovering her dirty secret, she began to focus on her current situation. She was sitting in her bed, which she'd just peed in. Her sheets, duvet and mattress were soaked and a pool had formed around her bottom. The clothes she had on were also dripping wet, plastered to her curves and smelling of piss. She was also really excited. Slipping a hand under the duvet, she began to stroke her pussy through her pissy panties. The warm, wet material felt great, and the pleasurable feelings quickly spread through her body, her toes tingling and her nipples hardening. With her free hand she scooped some of the pee from the pool around her ass and smeared it across her boobs, wetting the material and making it cling more closely to her heavy breasts. As her rubbing and stroking became more frantic, she scooped again. Fay hesitated briefly as she brought her cupped hand out from under the duvet, then quickly, brought it to her mouth and slurped her own piss, tasting the bitter, salty tang and swallowing it. She coughed slightly and her mouth felt fuzzy with the taste, but it was gloriously wrong. Falling back on her pillows she began to masturbate even more urgently, sucking the fingers of her piss-coated hand and grinding her round, cane-marked bottom into the urine-soaked sheets. As she neared orgasm her brain ran over the day she'd had -- being spanked and caned by a complete stranger, pissing her knickers, walking home in wet clothes and then wetting her bed whilst Nadia was in the room and tasting her pee. Nadia. Part of Fay wished her roomie had stayed in the room, had pulled back the duvet, had seen how dirty Fay was and had spanked her round, red bottom before pissing all over her...as that thought crossed her mind Fay came, biting on her hand to stop herself from screaming as her body almost vibrated with pleasure. As her senses returned, the flipside of Fay's situation began to occupy her more. As much as she enjoyed being a filthy, piss-whore slut, her bed was now wet and her room would smell noticeably of urine if she did not do something about that. But, she realised, she liked the smell -- after today she associated it with dirty behaviour and earth-shattering climaxes. She resolved to find a reason to tell Nadia that she wanted more privacy. Snuggling down into her wet bed, Fay quickly dropped off into a deep and satisfied sleep. * * * * * Sunday morning sunshine woke Fay, and she sleepily opened her eyes and stretched. Her bed was now damp and clammy, and her t-shirt was twisted uncomfortably around her body. Kicking back the duvet she swung her legs out of bed and stood up. The smell was not as bad as she'd feared, but a musty, pissy scent did hang in the air. Covering up the large, yellow stain on her sheet by replacing the duvet, she quickly stripped off and inspected her bottom in the mirror. As with the smell, the damage was less bad than she'd expected -- the only legacy of the punishment she'd taken on her posterior were several faint, pink lines where Andy had caned her. Twenty minutes later, Fay was showered and dressed, her long, red hair wrapped in a towel. Everything she'd wet yesterday was in the laundry except her bedding and her twice-pissed knickers, which she was wearing again! They were dry now, but very obviously stained after being flooded twice with hot, girl-pee and just wearing them was giving her a constant sexual buzz. Over her panties she wore loose, grey sweatpants and her large boobs were covered by a slightly too-small white t-shirt, the material taut across the big, heavy tits and her nipples poking prominently through. There was no sign of Nadia in the apartment, so Fay figured she must've gone out early. Just to make sure she popped her head around Nadia's door -- yes, the place was empty. Nadia's room was the same layout as her own, but much tidier. Moving to the kitchen, Fay made herself a coffee and a bowl of cereal and sat down to consider how she should spend her day. Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 03 Author's note -- check out parts one and two as this story continues directly from the last. * Fay sipped her coffee and considered her activity yesterday. The sex shop. The spanking. The wetting. Wetting her bed. Nearly being discovered. Just thinking it over again was making her heart beat faster, her nipples harden and her pussy heat up. But what next? That was the big question. Fay had always had a compulsive personality, and now that she had started on this dirty path she was eager to travel as far as she could as quickly as she could. The problem was her lack of experience -- it would never have occurred to her that pissing in her knickers could be fun if she'd not seen the DVDs in the sex shop. So, again, what next? The answer was obvious as soon as Fay considered it. What was the biggest repository of filth in the world -- the internet, of course. Fay had no PC, but Nadia did, and as she was out... Drinking off the last of her coffee Fay quickly headed off to Nadia's room, as time was short and she didn't want to get caught. Nadia was happy for Fay to use her PC, but they'd never discussed using it for dirty sex! Opening a search engine, Fay started searching, at first using non-specific terms like 'kinky sex' and then simply following links, and links from links, growing increasingly engrossed as she followed the rabbit hole into a dirty and depraved universe. The beautiful redhead was almost in a trance, stroking idly at her sticky pussy as idea after idea flicked across the screen. It seemed there were plenty of people who enjoyed being punished as she'd been by Andy, and a host of implements could be used to turn her chubby bottom-cheeks crimson. Similarly, pissing in her knickers didn't make her quite as weird as she thought it might (although still wearing them, unwashed, after peeing them twice was less common). But there was so much more out there, so many things that made her heart catch in her throat and made her brain swim with filthy possibility -- and nothing she saw made her shake her head or not want to explore further. After thirty minutes the search engine was filling up with terms that were new to Fay or that she had rarely considered -- reluctance, fetish, incest, BDSM, lesbian, scat, fisting, pony play, uniforms... The crotch of Fay's smelly knickers was by now sticky with her juice, as her pussy leaked excitement, and she rubbed herself through the material of her sweatpants as she looked at a series of pictures of a curvy blonde taking four cocks into herself -- at the same time. Continuing to surf, she found a video of a girl getting two up the ass and that tipped her over the edge. Slipping a hand into her panties, she started to rub rub quickly at her cunt and twist her nipples, wishing that she was the girl. Fay was close to coming, when her heart skipped -- she'd just heard the door open. Moving quickly she closed the browser window and straightened her clothes, before quickly opening her email account. She'd just had time to open an email as Nadia opened the door to her room. A picture of innocence, Fay smiled at her roomie as she turned to face her. "Hi, Nadia. Just checking my mail -- hope that's ok?" "Sure, hun. You feeling better? You were a little...weird, I guess, last night?" Blushing, Fay closed down the email. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. Anyway, I'm done -- can I get you a coffee?" Nadia smiled. "Sure, thanks. I'll be out in a second." Smiling back, Fay left the PC and headed back to the kitchen. * * * * * Nadia waited until her friend had left the room before wrinkling her nose and her forehead. Fay was definitely acting weird, and there was a definite faint smell in the room -- two faint smells, in fact. Just like last night, Nadia was sure that Fay had a distinct smell of pee and added now was the smell of sex -- something that Nadia was very familiar with. Shrugging off her jacket, Nadia sat down in front of the PC and opened up a new window and, on a hunch, checked the recent web history. What she saw made her gasp out loud -- she'd guessed that Fay had not just been looking at her email as she'd looked way too guilty for that, but the torrent of kinky weirdness was not what she'd expected to find. She was thinking a secret lover, not websites about fucking your sister or...now, what was this...wetting the bed? Nadia pursed her lips as Fay's odd behaviour and the smell she'd noticed started to fall into place. Looking over more of Fay's web history, Nadia started to smile and her dark eyes started to smoulder. Fay was not the only busty girl in the flat with a secret -- for the last four months Nadia had been working as an escort (which she was happy to admit was a whore with a website) and, to maximise her earnings, had made it clear from her site that there was little she would not do for the right price -- and she'd done many of the things that Fay seemed to have an interest in. She knew that Fay could not afford her hourly rate, but she also knew that the thought of Fay's massive tits made her pussy wet. * * * * * After leaving Nadia's room, Fay rushed to her own to check herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were poking visibly through her top, but there was no other sign that she'd been doing anything other than checking an email. Satisfied that she'd gotten away with it, she took the towel off her hair and ran her fingers through her tangled locks, shaking her damp hair and tucking it behind her ears before heading to the kitchen. As the water boiled to make some fresh coffee, Fay stared absently out of the window, lost in her own thoughts. So deep in her daydream was she that she didn't notice Nadia emerge from her room and tiptoe across the hall into Fay's. * * * * * Once in Fay's room, Nadia acted quickly, stepping over to the bed and quickly drawing back the duvet. Fresh sheets, damn. Undeterred, Nadia quickly pulled off the coversheet and bent to bring her nose and fingers to the mattress -- yes, it was damp and had definitely been made that way by urine. Not bothering to remake the bed, the dark-haired beauty had a quick glance around the room and her attention was grabbed by an oddity -- only one of the drawers in Fay's bureau was closed, the rest all hanging open with clothes spilling out. Silently opening it, it took seconds for Nadia to uncover the pissing DVDs and the cane. * * * * * "Coffee ready?" "Huh!" Fay spun guiltily, startled by Nadia's voice in her ear. Recovering her composure she grinned, slightly nervously, and turned back to the pot. "Sure, I'll bring it over." Breathing deeply to calm herself, Fay poured both of them a mug of coffee as Nadia watched her, eyes twinkling. As Fay closed the fridge door after adding cream to her own coffee, Nadia decided that she'd be direct. Calling the redhead's name softly, she waited as Fay turned to face her and then reached up to grip the back of her friend's head and, pulling her close, kissed her strongly. Fay barely had a second to register what was happening as Nadia's full lips were locked onto her own, the older girl's tongue pushing into Fay's mouth. At the same time, their huge breasts were squashed together and Nadia's other hand had slipped around to grip Fay's rounded bottom, squeezing and stroking as the kiss continued. Fay was too shocked to resist, and simply stared stunned at Nadia when she broke the smooch. Dragging her pouty lips lightly across Fay's cheek, Nadia whispered into her ear "You weren't checking your emails, were you, you dirty little slut?" Nadia flicked the tip of her tongue around Fay's ear. "You were being naughty." Fay was simply too shocked to react. She was guilty as charged, and could not believe that her friend had found her out. She was surprised, embarrassed, humiliated and...excited? The feel of Nadia's hand stroking her ass and her soft lips against her own were only enflaming her newly found dirty desires. She gulped and pulled slightly away. Nadia eased her grip on Fay's neck, but the hand on her ass now moved inside her friend's sweatpants, stroking the soft, satin panties. Fay tried to speak but could only make a dry, choking sound. "Don't try to lie, Fay. I've seen what you've been looking at on MY computer. I've been in your room -- your mattress smells of PISS." Her voice started to rise as she broke away from Fay and pulled the cane out from where she had tucked it into the back of her tight jeans. "And I found THIS!" Tears started to well in Fay's eyes, but her entrancing boobs were now tipped by some hardening, pink nipples. "I...I mean...Nadia..." "Shut up, you dirty little slut. Nothing you say will change the fact that you've wet your bed like a bad litle girl, and you've been looking at filth on my PC like a dirty little girl and you have this," she swished the cane "for dealing with naughty little girls! Am I wrong?" Fay tried to choke back a sob as she hung her head and fat tears started to roll down her cheeks. "No," she whispered. "So, you little trollop, what did you like most? You were looking at a lot of weird shit on my PC. What makes you the most excited?" As Nadia questioned her she started to circle Fay, who stood, shame-faced, in the kitchen. "Was it the caning? The pissing? The girl on girl? The fucked-up incest stuff?" As she questioned her, Nadia suddenly hauled the sweatpants down around Fay's ankles, revealing the piss-stained white knickers. "What's this? Have you wet these as well you sick bitch?" Fay nodded, mutely. "What am I going to do with you, Fay? Do you think it is fair that I should have to live with a pervert who thinks that peeing in her pants is ok? Or that looking at porn on my computer is ok?" "Oh, please, Nadia, I'm sorry. It was just..." Fay couldn't finish her sentence. What could she say? If she knew her friend had been giving it up for cash every night she'd have gone for righteous indignation, but she didn't. "Just what? Just about to piss again, you naughty baby?" Actually, the coffee and the milk she'd had on her cereal had gone through Fay, and her need to go to the loo was building -- but coffee always hit her tummy and it wasn't just a pee that she needed. Standing in front of the thoroughly humiliated redhead, Nadia hauled th t-shirt up over Fay's heavy boobs, displaying them lewdly. "And look at your big, fat, tits, you slut. How hard are your nipples? Are you excited, you filthy whore?" The hypocrisy of this last insult amused Nadia, so to hide her guilty smirk she bent her head and licked wetly at Fay's breasts, sucking on the swollen teats and coating her swinging tits with a shiny layer of saliva. "Well? Answer me." Nadia tipped Fay's face up using her chin, so that the crying girl was looking into her face. "Answer me? Are you turned on?" Fay could only nod, her shame too strong to let her speak. Smiling cruelly, nadia added "Slut," again, and then spat in Fay's face, covering her lips and cheeks in spittle. This disgusting act simultaneously pushed Fay over the edge and broke her dumb trance. "Oh, fuck, yes, Nadia, I'm dirty. Please, hit me, spit on me, cane me, punish me. I've been so bad. I wet my knickers yesterday, and then I wet my bed. And I wanted you to find out and piss on me too. Ahh!" Fay had seemed almost crazed, but still yelped as Nadia twisted her wrist and shoved Fay against the worktop so that she bent across it, her panty-clad bottom sticking out, the yellow stains across her seat clear to see. Nadia was shocked by how well this had gone, but she'd never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth -- or turn down kinky sex with a hot girl! "Ok, Fay -- you asked for it!" To be continued... Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 04 Without pausing for another moment, Nadia whipped the cane down across Fay's out-thrust cheeks, causing the ginger girl to scream aloud. A second stroke provoked the same reaction. Nadia had no intention of going easy on her slut of a room-mate, so she decided a change was needed to the situation. "Ok, Fay, we can't have you making that much noise or the neighbours will probably call the police," Nadia sternly declared, before peeling fay's stained, satin panties down over her full cheeks, now marked with two fresh, red cane strokes, and down her smooth, round thighs. As Fay willingly stepped out of her panties she'd guessed what was about to happen, and she was right. Bunching up the soft, pee-stained knickers, Nadia pushed them firmly into Fay's mouth, effectively gagging her. The material was dry and uncomfortable in the luscious redheads mouth and the taste and scent of her own piss was strong in her throat. Having stifled Fay's cries, Nadia now set about caning her again, methodically and silently slicing the cane down on Fay's bottom and thighs, until she was sobbing and shaking, angry, red lines marking her from the back of her knees to the base of her spine, the only sounds in the room the whoosh-CRACK of the cane and the stifled grunts coming from Fay. At last, Nadia stopped. "Well, that's enough...for now. I trust you'll not be looking at filth again on my PC?" The question was wasted – Fay was long past coherent thought. Taking Nadia's question as permission to move, she collapsed to the kitchen floor, sitting heavily on her bruised bottom, and started to shamelessly rub her pussy in front of her friend. Her panties, now wet with saliva were still in her mouth and her face was streaked with tears and mucus, her heaving sobs leaving trails of tears and snot across her top lip. Fay was almost delirious with pleasure – the verbal chastisement, the humiliation of having her undies in her mouth, the harsh caning – and was barely even aware her friend was standing over her. Depraved as she herself was, Nadia was shocked to realise just how strong Fay's sexual response to this mistreatment was, and it spurred her on. Grabbing a fistful of Fay's copper curls, she dragged the busty girl to her feet and slapped her hand away from her cunt. "No, no, no, you dirty little bitch. You don't get to come yet – not until I say so. You've been disgusting, haven't you?" Wide-eyed, still crying, Fay nodded. "Take your panties out of your mouth," instructed the dark-haired beauty. Fay obeyed, proffering the soggy ball of material. "I don' want those – put them back on!" Thoroughly cowed now, Fay again did as she was told, pulling the spit-soaked knickers back up her legs. "Now then, you seem to like being dominated, yes?" Fay nodded. Looking disappointed, Nadia stepped forward and spat full in Fay's face, covering her nose, lips and cheeks with spittle. "I asked you a question – answer me!" Shuddering, Fay nodded and said "Yes. Yes, Nadia, I love it." That was all Nadia needed to hear. With swift, practised moves she was naked in moments, and clasped Fay to her, their soft boobs crushing together as did their lips, Nadia kissing Fay hard, her tongue pushing into the submissive girl's mouth. Nadia's hands slipped down Fay's back, cupping and squeezing her caned bottom-cheeks, encased in the soggy panties. Breaking off from the urgent kiss, Nadia put her hands on Fay's shoulders and pushed her down, Fay sinking, acceptant, to her knees. She knew what to do, and Nadia's hand on her head confirmed it, as Nadia guided fay's face to her pussy with it's neat strip of dark hair above the lips. Fay was a novice at eating pussy, but she was eager and a quick study. Nadia shuddered in pleasure as fay's tongue traced her lips, lapping and teasing at her clit. She pushed Fay's face harder against her, grinding herself against the younger girl's mouth, as she approached a swift orgasm. Moments before her climax overcame her, a wicked thought crossed Nadia's mind and, without pause, she indulged it, concentrating as she let loose a sudden stream of hot piss straight into Fay's face. Fay tried to pull away as the piss flooded into her mouth, choking as it went up her nose and splashed into her eyes, and Nadia allowed her to pull away momentarily, the urine running off Fay's face and splashing down across her boobs. As soon as Fay's choking had passed, Nadia pulled her back. "Open your mouth," she breathed, and Fay obliged, taking Nadia's fresh piss into her mouth. Fay's senses were assaulted by the taste, bitter and acrid, the pungent smell filling her nostrils as her mouth filled and the yellow liquid spilled out and ran down her body, wetting her own soiled knickers. Without being told, fay swallowed, gulping down her flatmate's pee, and opened her mouth to catch a second spurt. Fay's whole body was tingling as this exquisite humiliation tipped her over the edge, and as she buried her face into Nadia's still pissing pussy she began to rub her own and tweak and pull at the nipples of her huge, pee-covered breasts. As Nadia looked down at the piss-sodden slut at her feet, she began to come, the last drips of piss falling into Fay's mouth as she licked and licked and Nadia cried out in joy as she writhed against Fay's tongue. As Nadia panted and gathered her senses, Fay continued to lick and continued to rub herself until she too came in a shattering climax. Now that the moment had passed, Nadia was almost embarrassed. She'd done worse with her clients, but she'd never let herself go so totally. Fay seemed less concerned. She lay on her back, in a pool of Nadia's piss, idly fondling her own breasts, eyes closed in contentment. Nadia needed to reclaim control of the situation. "Get up, you filthy bitch," she barked. As Fay shakily regained her feet, Nadia composed herself. "Right, ok, I'm going to go and look at your web history again and see what else we can get up to. In the meanwhile, you can stand here in this big, wet, puddle and think about how dirty you are." Meekly, Fay nodded and turned away from Nadia. The elder girl stood for a moment, looking the younger girl up and down – her lovely, coppery hair falling around her shoulders, her slim back, proudly carrying the weight of her magnificent boobs, tapering to her waist and then the flair out of her hips that gave her a lovely, hourglass figure. Down further, to her full behind, still glowing from the recent caning and encased in tight, white, pee-stained panties that were damp with Fay's spit and splashed with Nadia's own fresh piss, and her shapely legs, the upper half also showing clear signs of her recent beating. Without saying anything further, Nadia gathered up her clothes and went quickly to her room, closing the door behind her. * * * * * As soon as she was alone, Nadia's fingers went straight to her pussy and it took seconds for her to bring herself to a second orgasm, her mind filled with images of Fay, both from the last few minutes and from the night before, Fay's odd behaviour now making all sorts of perverted sense. Once she'd recovered, Nadia breathed deeply and considered her next move. She was still ridiculously horny, and had a perverted redhead with huge boobs standing in the kitchen who seemed to be game for just about anything! She looked again at Fay's web history, some of it now making sense. The discipline stuff was all there, spankings and canings being popular material, and the searches for things to do with pissing were less shocking now that she knew that Fay had wet herself and her bed yesterday and had drunk Nadia's piss without even being told to. Some of the other stuff was still a surprise though – just how dirty was Fay? The BDSM stuff went in hand with the spanking, Nadia supposed, but incest? Non-consent? Uniforms weren't that shocking to her (she had several) and lesbian sex was run of the mill, but she could never have imagined that Fay, pretty, quiet Fay, would want to be fisted or would deal with scat! Well, Nadia thought, I guess we'll both learn new things as they happen, as she picked up her mobile phone and made a few calls. Ten minutes later, Nadia headed back into the kitchen. As instructed, Fay was still standing in the now cool pool of piss. Her head was bowed and she looked totally subdued. "Ok, Fay, time to get things sorted out in here and get you presentable – we're going out. Turn around." Meekly, the redhead faced her new mistress. "First, you'll need to mop the floor in here. Then you can go get a wash, put on a little make-up and do something nice with your hair. I want you looking pretty and sweet. I'll sort you out with something to wear, so come into my room when you're ready. The only thing that you'll need to bring is yourself. Oh, and bring those horrid panties that you're wearing too!" With that, she gestured for Fay to get moving. Once the kitchen floor was clean, Fay went to her room, closing the door to give her some privacy and allow her to relax. Her head was spinning, her heart was pounding and her bottom and thighs were throbbing with a dull ache as the pain of her most recent caning settled in to her striped cheeks. But, as well as all that, her pussy was hot and sticky. What was Nadia planning? She'd no idea, but she was too excited not to play along. The whole thing had been kicked off by Fay wanting to explore the dark side of her sexuality, and if she had a partner along the way then that seemed like a good idea. She showered, washing away the tears and piss that had covered her and refreshing herself before, as instructed, putting on some light make-up and drying and brushing her hair, which she decided to leave loose. Checking her reflection, she was satisfied that her face bore no suggestion that she was a well-caned piss-slut. She looked like a sweet, gorgeous girl. Applying a quick spray of perfume she took breath and, nude but for her filthy panties, set off to Nadia's room. "Come in," Nadia answered in reply to fay's gentle knock. Entering the room, Fay was slightly taken aback by the clothes lad out on the bed. It seemed to be the sort of sexy French maid outfit that you'd get from a sex shop (like the one she'd visited yesterday) – a ridiculously short, low-cut, flared black satin dress with a white apron and a pair of black, fishnet hold-up stockings. There were no knickers, but she was already wearing them, she figured. "Where'd you get that, Nadia?" she murmured. "Never you mind," was the curt reply. In fact, as an escort Nadia had built a collection of all the most obvious uniforms that her clients asked for – maids, schoolgirls, air hostesses and nurses seeming to do something to men of all types. Two men in particular liked the maid uniform and both had asked in the past for services that Nadia had been reluctant to supply, but which had sprung to mind when she'd looked at fay's browsing history. A quick call to both had finalised her plan (and, as a further plus, covered her rent for the next two months, but there was no need for Fay to know that!) "Just put it on, and be quick. The taxi will be here in a few minutes." "Taxi? Where are we going?" "I said never you mind. Do you need a reminder of who is in charge?" Nadia glanced significantly at the cane, which lay y the costume. Fay hurriedly shook her head and crossed the room, picking up the stockings first and pulling them over her toes and the rolling each in turn up her legs, the elasticated tops digging in slightly to her curvy thighs. Next the mini-dress, the hem of which barely covered her stained knickers when she was standing up and didn't at all if she bent over. Not that bending over was advisable as her large boobs would spill out of the square cut top if she did. A dainty, maid's hat, held in place with a pin and a pair of Nadia's black heels, conveniently the same size as her own shoes, the little, frilly white apron and she was ready. "I can't get in a taxi like this, Nadia," she protested. "I look like a hooker!" The elder beauty managed not to blush. She'd booked her regular driver who was discreet and knew what she did, but, again, Fay didn't need to know that. "You'll do as you're told," she snapped. "Come on, we're off." * * * * * The journey was highly embarrassing for fay, although the driver seemed oddly unsurprised by her appearance. On the trip, Nadia explained that she'd seen all the filth that Fay was seemingly interested in and had decided, out of the goodness of her heart, to help her friend explore these twisted urges. Fay was unsure of what to say or how to react, so she simply nodded, her mind churning as she tried to process the insanity that her life had become since yesterday. "When we get where we are going we'll be going into a house together. Once we're in, I'll be leaving you alone, but I'll still be around. I'll see you in a couple of hours and we can talk about how your afternoon went. Every thing's been organised, so just go with the flow. Cool?" "But what...what's been organised? I don't understand." "Too late. We're here now. Come on." Taking her hand, Nadia pulled her friend from the car and up some steps to a big, old apartment building. Opening the front door without knocking, they went into a grand entrance hall full of expensive furniture. Before Fay had much chance to look around, Nadia gave a light slap and squeeze to the ginger girl's bottom and guided her through a door off the hall, closing it behind her. "So, that's your new trainee, is it?" The voice came from a middle-aged man, distinguished looking with a neat, short beard. Behind him was an older man, who was shorter and fat, clearly sweating slightly. Both looked at Nadia like she was a particularly juicy steak. "Kind of. As I explained, you can do to her what you always ask of me. She'll enjoy it, so don't mind anything that she says – just do anything that you fancy. The one thing is that she doesn't know what I do and I'd like it to stay that way, so no talk about me or money. Speaking of which..." Nadia held out her hand, and the first man nodded and handed her an envelope. Not checking it Nadia nodded her thanks and placed it n her bag. The fat man spoke for the first time. "So, you're sure she'll be up for this, my dear?" Nadia nodded and smiled. "Absolutely. You'll see that she's been caned this morning, so go easy if you want to punish her. But she love's the idea of being forced and she's a naughty, dirty girl, so get in there and fuck her as hard as you please." To be continued... Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 05 Fay was confused and nervous. She turned a slow circle, looking around the room that Nadia had sent her to. It looked like a library or study, high-ceilinged with books on dark shelves lining the walls and dark, masculine leather wing-back chairs in front of an imposing desk. Light was provided by discrete lamps. Feeling silly in the maid's outfit, Fay nevertheless approached the nearest bookshelves and began to look over what was on offer. Lost in thought as she scanned the titles, Fay was unaware that she was no longer alone in the room, and that two men were also looking over what was on offer. The younger of the two moved silently across the room until he was standing right behind Fay, before clearing his throat loudly. Startled, Fay jerked forward, bumping her head on the shelves before spinning on her heel and gawping, alarmed, at the man standing in front of her. "Hello, girl," he said, sternly. "I'm...ah...sorry...errr..." was all that Fay could manage, her eyes darting between the man in front of her and the fat man she'd noticed over his shoulder who was leering openly at her cleavage, wantonly displayed in the silly maid's outfit. Fay opened her mouth to speak again, far too confused and a little scared by the situation, her mind simply turning over and over Nadia's reassurance that "everything's been organised." Did that mean that Nadia knew these guys? It was the last coherent thought that Fay had for some time, as the man shocked coherence out of her by roughly grabbing and squeezing her breasts with one hand and grabbing the back of her head with the other, pulling her to him and shoving his tongue into her mouth in a rough, unwelcome kiss. Fay tried to pull away and tried to shout, to stop him, but he was stronger, and yanked the front of her dress down, her huge boobs spilling softly out. As fat continued to try to break from the man's clutch, his companion moved around behind her and slipped one hand between her legs, producing a muffled squeal from Fay and a redoubling of her wriggling and struggling. "Settle down, bitch, you know you want this," the fat man whispered in her ear, before licking wetly around the shell of her ear. "And no screaming!" he added, with a hint of menace. The first man broke the kiss and Fay pulled her head back and gasped. She did not scream, but stared, shocked and scared, at the man, tears of fury and shame beginning to trickle down her cheeks. Yes, shame, as she could already feel how wet her filthy knickers were beneath the rough groping of the old man behind her. The bearded man smirked and took a step back. Then, before Fay could gather her thoughts, he grabbed her hair and tugged her head down to where she discovered he had freed his cock from his trousers. Already fully erect, it was clean and pink looking and was in her mouth before she could consider what was happening. The man pressed down on the back of her head, making her gag on his penis. Fay chocked and tried to lift her head. He allowed her far enough to draw breath then pushed her down again, fucking her in the mouth. "Suck, you little slut," he instructed. Seeing little choice, Fay obeyed, and began to slurp theatrically at his cock, hoping that this would please him. He maintained his grip, winding his hand into her red tresses, but eased the pressure slightly, though he continued to thrust into her mouth as if he was screwing her. Before the curvy redhead could come to terms with the fact that she was sucking a complete stranger, she had more to worry about. She could feel her knickers being hauled off, the fat man tugging them over her chubby, caned cheeks. She tried to pull away from the cock she was gobbling, to protest, but the man pushed her head down again, so she could only mumble as she heard a chuckle. "Look at the state of these, Steven. Looks like she pisses herself." Another wave of embarrassment washed over Fay – when would this weekend be over. What had she gotten herself into? That became clearer a moment later, when a stiff, long cock was thrust without warning into her pussy, shoving her forward and making her gag again on cock. She started to try and fight again, but the two men held her easily as they started to fuck her from both ends. Tears were streaming down her face as her choked sobs mixed with the grunts of the two men. Is this what Nadia had organised? Two men to rape her friend? Actually, was rape the word? Wasn't this exactly as she'd fantasised? Just because she didn't know these men, and they'd started to fuck her against her will before she even knew what was going on – could she honestly say she'd done her best to fight the off? "Swap?" Fay was unsure which of the two men had spoken, but she could guess what was about to happen, and she was correct. She was unplugged at both ends, and twirled forcibly around. The fat man now pulled on her hair, guiding her mouth onto his cock, glistening as it was with her own juices, and her mouth was filled with the combined taste of her own musk and his dick as he shoved himself into her throat. Meanwhile the taller man had slipped easily into her dripping cunt, where he started pounding at her, his hands squeezing roughly at her punished bottom. Fay's mind was a red haze as the two men fucked her. All she was aware of was the two dicks thrusting in and out of her but she was alert enough to realise that the one in her mouth had twitched a moment before a spurt of salty cum filled her mouth. He continued to thrust as he came, and she had no option but to swallow as he emptied his balls. As the penis in her mouth softened, the one in her pussy continued to piston away, but her attention was drawn by the feel of spittle splashing on her ass, as the man spat a couple of times on her rounded bottom before using his fingers to smear the saliva in and around her tight little bumhole. Fay realised what he intended, but still had a mouth full of cock and could not fight her way free. She writhed, trying to communicate her reluctance but was too late – the cock was suddenly withdrawn from her pussy and then, following a sudden pressure at her asshole, was thrust roughly into her bottom. The bearded man buggered Fay very roughly, slamming his cock to the hilt so his thighs were pressed against her cheeks, withdrawing almost all the way, then slamming in again. Fay grunted with each push, but was now no longer trying to dent how horny she was, and made no effort to scream for help when the fat man pulled his cock from her mouth. Her nipples grew even harder as he callously used her long hair to wipe the sperm and spit from his cock, before stepping back to grin encouragement to his colleague. Fay could only gasp as she got used to the feelings of her bottom being full of cock. She had just started to get over the initial pain and start to enjoy the vicious buggering when, after a last, hard stroke, he two emptied his sac, thick jets of sperm filling her asshole and bowels. * * * * * The next hours passed in a haze. The two men left, Nadia reappeared, a half-hearted attempt to dress, a taxi-ride home, cum dribbling from her bottom into her stained, satin panties, a long bath, Nadia gently soaping her as she sat, shell-shocked. A large glass of wine and then Nadia steered her to bed, and Fay snuggled down into her pillow, barely aware of the faint odour of pee from her mattress. "We'll talk in the morning," whispered Nadia, before kissing Fay softly on the lips and then leaving. Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 06 Hi everyone. This is part six of an ongoing tale, and gets messier than the first parts. Check those out if you want, or enjoy on its own. **** As it turned out, Nadia wasn't even there in the morning -- there was simply a note, apologising to Fay for not being able to continue with her "teachings" but assuring her she'd be back from wherever she'd gone by the weekend. Fay wasn't sure if she was pleased or disappointed, but she sure that she needed some time off work. One quick call to the office, using her best, husky, feeble voice, and she'd secured the week off. Leaving the curtains drawn, Fay dressed only in her dirty panties, leaving her wobbling, 32FF boobs unfettered made her feel naughty. In fact, skiving from work, wearing grotty, piss-stained knickers and wandering about with her boobs on show all made her feel very naughty. However, she'd been caned twice in the last two days, and her chubby little bottom needed a rest. Being as she'd got out of bed early enough to speak to Nadia and still get to work, Fay decided that she may as well go back to bed for a while. Stopping by the kitchen, she drank a large glass of orange juice and ate a quick bowl of bran flakes, and then went back to bed, climbing into the musty duvet still wearing her knickers. She nestled down into the soft pillow, the odour of stale pee surrounding her, and slowly dozed off, idle thoughts of how bad she was being floating around her mind. Two hours later, Fay slowly awoke, and instantly knew why. Last night's wine, a night's sleep, half a pint of orange juice and another nap all went inevitably to one place -- her bladder. Her whole midsection ached and her tummy felt like a rock, she was so bloated. On top of that, a sharper, throbbing pain reminded her that her bowels were uncomfortably full and expecting some relief. So far had Fay travelled down a dirty path in the last few days that her mind never even toyed with the idea of going to the toilet. Clambering out of bed, doubled over with the twin need in her middle, she grabbed some faded, denim jeans and a tight, grey vest, and pulled the clothes on, her breasts almost bulging out of the top. She almost lost control when she buttoned the jeans, a small spurt of pee escaping into her gusset, but she regained control. Slipping some white pumps on her feet, she looked at herself in her closet mirror -- a pretty, voluptuous redhead, slightly slutty looking with no bra, but still, fresh-faced and respectable. Not at all a dirty, dirty whore. Another cramp made her double over, and she knew that soon she'd have an actual accident, so she needed to decide what she wanted to do before it was out of her hands. But what did she want to do? Her instinct was something naughty, something deliciously wrong. Squeezing her thighs together, she considered going outside -- after all, she'd walked home after the visit to the sex shop in pee-stained socks. But no, at least most people would have to look twice to notice -- piss-wet jeans would be very obvious and embarrassing. The thought turned her on more than she'd have believed possible three days ago -- shameful, embarrassing and humiliating was exactly what she wanted! However, a final cramp told her she had no time to leave the apartment, as a stronger spurt of pee escaped her lips, trickling into the crotch of her smelly panties. Forced to make a snap decision, Fay decided on the naughtiest and dirtiest thing in easy reach -- and, round thighs clenched together, shuffled into Nadia's room. Flinging back the duvet, she climbed awkwardly onto the bed and stood up, putting a hand on the wall to steady herself. She relaxed, and, for a moment, nothing happened. Then, with a shudder, her bladder took the hint and capitulated. Fay moaned aloud with a mixture of relief and pleasure as a torrent of hot pee flooded her panties and poured down her denim-clad legs, rushing down her inner thighs, flowing around the backs of her knees where her legs were slightly bent and then trickling down her lovely calves to fill her pumps and trickle in a steady series of drips into Nadia's bed. Fay's mind was a blank as she surrendered herself to the wonderful feelings, her heavy breasts feeling extra sensitive, her pink nipples stiff as they rubbed against the material of her vest. Still more piss gushed from her. Her panties were, once more, soaked front and back, but the feeling was different in jeans. When she'd wet herself the first time her socks had got wet, and the second time the pee had pooled around her bottom in bed, but the heavier, wetter feel of her pissy jeans was turning her on even more -- and when she caught sight of her reflection in Nadia's mirror she almost came. The pee-stains glistened down her legs and it was incredibly obvious that she'd wet herself, the dark patches fanning out from her crotch and down her legs being all anyone would need to see to know that the beautiful 22-year old had gone to the toilet in her pants, more like a 2-year old. Fay curled her toes in her pumps, delighting in the fact that her feet were wet with her own pee, and caressed the crotch of her jeans, pressing against her swollen pussy as the final few jets of urine soaked her clothes. She cupped herself, giggling as the pee bubbled through her jeans and onto her fingers. She wiped her wet hand across the front of her vest, wetting the material right where her left nipple poked visibly, then did the same on the right. Looking down, a flush of shame and worry flashed across her mind when she noted that she was standing in the centre of a visible, wet patch in the middle of Nadia's bed, but the concern was quickly blanked out by the thought that this would give Nadia a great reason to really punish Fay, whenever she returned home. Fay was considering how she might get the punishment and rubbing more urgently at the front of her wet jeans when a sharp pain in her gut reminded her that it wasn't just a pee that she'd needed when she decided to get dressed instead of going to the bathroom like a good girl. Doubt creased Fay's brow, and she bit her lower lip as she questioned what her hot pussy and swollen nipples were telling her to do. Peeing your pants, and even the bed, and even your room-mate's bed! -- that was bad. But this, this would be so much worse. Could she really, deliberately, go all the way? Another spasm hit her, and a tear of pain leaked from her right eye. But, still, she was rubbing and pressing at her cunt through the peed in jeans and, still, she was making no move to get off Nadia's bed and get to a toilet. She started treading lightly, like a cat kneading cushion, her feet squelching quietly in her piss-filled pumps, and more tears, of pain and shame, slowly ran down her pretty face as the pressure in her bowels became unbearable, wave after wave of urgent, desperate need crashing against years of toilet training and good behaviour. She could not believe that she'd become this dirty and perverted this quickly, but whilst her body desperately needed to dump its filthy load, her mind was equally resolute that she'd not be taking her jeans and panties down. A moment later, and it was no longer a battle. With a throaty sob, Fay felt one last throb of pressure and then moaned aloud as her bottom cheeks spread as much as her jeans would allow and a soft, thick turd squeezed out of her, sliding stickliy past her cheeks and pressing against the back of her now disgracefully soiled knickers. Such was her need to go that the tightness of the space available was irrelevant. The first log squeezed across her left buttock as a second, much bigger piece of poo emerged, squashily filling the available space at the back of her bulging jeans. Fay was in a trance, lost in the sensations, and the undeniable pleasure that she was feeling. Sensing that it was about to get harder to finish, she quickly unfastened the top two buttons of her jeans, and was rewarded by a third and fourth large turd oozing into her panty seat. Her whole bottom was coated with the stinky, brown mess, although, freed from the tightness of her jeans, the majority now hung in a dirty bulge under her bottom, the weight of the shit making her the waistband of knickers dig into the flesh over her hips. The smell reached her, but she was way past being appalled by her actions, and simply revelled in this new, dirty detail. She was standing in her flat-mate's bed and deliberately pissing and shitting in her knickers. What sort of girl did that? Another, smaller lump of shit joined the obscene mess in her panties and, with a sigh, Fay realised that she was done. Only now, instead of a quick wipe and a flush of the loo like a normal girl would have, she was wearing her toilet. Closing her eyes, as if it would hide what she was doing, Fay reached behind herself and felt the fat pile of shit through her panties, testing the weight of the mess. Then, crying gently with joy and shame, she pressed the bulge gently against her bottom, feeling the poo mush against her cheeks and squeeze down, between her legs, towards her pussy. That was too much, and her hand flew to the front and down, inside her piss-wet, shit-filled knickers to rub and clasp her cunt, bringing herself to a shuddering orgasm in moments. The climax was so strong that red spots blurred her vision as she panted, trying to recover her composure. Once she'd come back down, she knew she'd have to confront her situation. Or, could she carry on being naughty for a while? As was her new policy for making this sort of decision, she decided not to think it through, and immediately hauled her jeans back up as they'd sagged down her hips and re-buttoned them. This caused the warm, sticky poo in her panties to be squashed tightly against her full bottom, more creeping towards her pussy and some sliming up between her cheeks towards the top of her knickers. Turning her back to the mirror, all that was now visible (if you ignored the obvious pee stains) was a slight bulge under her bottom, the rest of the poo being moulded to her ass. Fay thought this a shame -- she was hoping for more visible evidence that she'd shit her pants. Next time she'd wear something else...that thought did get through. Next time? Had she gone insane? No, not insane, she'd just finally discovered what she needed, and what she needed was the most depraved, disgusting and dirty sex that she could conceive of. Climbing gingerly off Nadia's soiled bed, acutely aware of her poo oozing against her bottom as she walked, Fay headed into the kitchen to get a drink of water. To be continued... Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 07 Fay stood in the kitchen, musing on how to spend the rest of the day. In ordinary circumstances, a voluptuous redhead drinking a glass of water whilst planning her day would not be an eye-catching proposition -- not even if, as Fay was, the girl was stunningly pretty with large, heavy breasts. However, when the girl in question has quite visibly wet herself whilst wearing her jeans and has a distinct smell of poo coming from the slight bulge in the seat of her already well-filled jeans -- well, that's a different matter. Fay gulped down the water and took another glass. Now that she'd gathered her senses from her filthy orgasm, a guilty but rational mood had taken her. She'd dripped pee all over Nadia's bed, but that was fine -- there was no serious damage and it would hopefully earn her a harsh punishment and some debased humiliation at Nadia's delectable hands when she got back from wherever she'd gone. More serious was the still warm, soft mass of shit that was in her panties. Serious in that she was disappointed that she'd not, realistically, be able to carry on wearing the same panties that she'd pissed herself in several times over the weekend. However, as she'd already firmly decided that this was not the final time she'd have poo in her panties, she'd best get used to clean up. In the bathroom, Fay stripped off her vest (the front had dried where she'd wiped her pissy hands on herself, leaving only a very faint smell of urine) and kicked off her pumps (which were still damp and had a stronger smell of girl pee about them) and decided she'd wear them later, then climbed in the shower in her jeans. Turning on the hot water, she relaxed as it cascaded over her face, running in steaming rivulets over her magnificent breasts and down over soiled clothes. Then, quickly, she stripped off, allowing the soft turds to plop to the floor of the shower while she rinsed out her jeans and knickers. She'd not considered that part of the mess, and had to make two quite disgusting trips between the shower and toilet, holding her poo in her hands. Once that was flushed away she finished cleaning herself and towelled off, once again looking like a pink-skinned, innocent beauty. She put her panties in the washing machine on a quick, cold wash, quite deliberately trying to preserve the stains that she'd accumulated and, with another glass of water, dried her hair and put on some simple make up. * * * * * Fifty minutes later, Fay was about ready, but for her clothes. She stood, naked in her bedroom, considering her options. Turning her back to her mirror, she looked at her full, rounded bottom. She'd been spanked once and caned twice in the last three days, and the marks still hadn't fully faded. She really wanted to be punished, but wasn't sure she'd be able to take another caning. Maybe a stiff spanking, though? Hmmm. She chose a simple, white bra, which was a size smaller than her 32FF boobs and pushed them into a cleavage that no man alive could resist. Over this, she pulled her vest from earlier. Next, she investigated her panties. She'd dried them with her hair-dryer after the wash. As she'd hoped, the cold wash had cleaned them, but not done much to shift the stains from her filthy behaviour, so whilst superficially they looked white, a quick examination revealed the outline of brownish-yellow stains in the crotch and on the back, where her piss had soaked in. She pulled these up her legs, following them with some grey sweat pants, which were loose around her calves but clung to her shapely ass. Some cute little, white socks and her pissy smelling pumps and she looked entirely presentable. Fay had no real plan in mind as she headed to the street, although she was pondering on going back to the sex shop to see Andy and see if she could get a spanking from him. As she had no better idea, she strolled in that direction, enjoying the early afternoon sunshine. On a whim, she headed into the park, and sat on the same bench, sheltered by an impressive oak, that she'd sat on before her last visit to the adult store. Allowing her eyes to close, she enjoyed the warmth of the sun without worrying about her fair skin getting burned. After a few minutes, she sensed someone sitting on the bench by her side. Looking up, she saw a dishevelled man, clearly homeless, maybe 45 but it was hard to tell with the dirt and patchy beard. What was clear was that he was gazing at her breasts. Fay opened her eyes fully, and he guiltily looked away, before glancing back with the weary, dejected look of the downtrodden. "Any spare change, please, miss?" he asked, without apparent optimism. As with the incident on Nadia's bed, Fay's next actions were decided before her good sense had time to notice what was going on. "I'll give you £5, but only if you let me suck you off first," she said, quietly. To the tramp's stunned silence, she added "You heard me -- let's go behind that tree." "Serious? Really?" he asked anyway, unable to believe his luck. Fay stood up and held out her hand to him, which he took. Seemingly dazed, he allowed her to lead him behind the tree, where overgrown shrubs and bushes obscured them from the view of the path. "Stand still," the redhead instructed, before dropping to her knees. Not giving herself time to back out, she unzipped his grimy trousers, finding he was wearing no underwear, and pulled out his rapidly stiffening cock. He'd clearly not washed for some time, and his dick smelled of piss and the earthy smell of a stale cock. Swallowing to stop herself gagging, Fay rubbed up and down the shaft, quickly bringing him fully erect. Once he was hard, with the bulbous end bobbing in front of her, Fay took him quickly in her mouth. At once her senses were overcome with the taste and smell of his dirty cock, and her mouth filled with saliva, some of which spilled over her lower lip and dribbled down her neck. Her eyes filled with tears, but she was determined to do this dirty thing, and she began to suck in earnest, head bobbing as she moved backwards and forwards, circling him with her tongue and sucking vigorously. She heard him moan, and began to move faster, figuring that it probably wouldn't take him long. Then she felt his hands on her head, coiling his fingers in her red tresses to hold her still, he began to move his hips, fucking her mouth. She relaxed for a moment, then he started to be more urgent, and Fay gagged as his cock filled her throat. She gripped his wrists to try and move his hands, but he was too strong and carried on, thrusting his long, hard, dirty cock in and out of her mouth. Although she was struggling to breathe, Fay was aware of her nipples hardening and the hot, wetness in her panties. The tramp suddenly started to do quicker, shorter strokes, before releasing Fay's hair and pulling back. She gasped, tendrils of spit drooling from her mouth to wet the front of her vest, and was still panting with her mouth open when a thick jet of spunk hit her in the face. She reacted quickly, getting her mouth back around his cock as it twitched and sent a second and third ejaculation of sticky sperm into her mouth. She swallowed without hesitation, thrilling at the dirtiness of drinking down the tramps cum. Releasing the rapidly softening dick, she sat back on her heels and used a thumb and forefinger to clear the slimy mess from her face, before sucking them clean, swallowing a second mouthful of spunk. For his part, the tramp, still looking dazed, took a step back, dick now hanging comically from the front of his trousers. Flashing a wide grin at him, Fay stood and handed him a £5 note from her purse. "Thanks for that," she beamed, and walked quickly away. * * * * * As Fay completed the short walk to the sex shop, she reflected on what she'd done -- she'd just sucked a complete stranger, a dirty homeless man, let him spunk in her mouth, swallowed it, and then she'd paid him for the privilege! It could only have been worse if he'd paid her and made her his whore. It was so naughty, but she felt great -- if she wasn't in the middle of the street, she knew she'd be able to make herself come in a second. Reaching the store, Fay quickly walked in, glancing around to make sure it was empty, which it seemed to be, but for Andy, who'd looked up as she walked in and now looked disbelievingly at the beautiful girl, as if stunned that she was real and not some fever dream he'd had. She flipped the catch, locking the door. "You're back." "Yes I am," she replied. "Andy, I'll get to the point. Since I was last in here I've peed my bed, been caned and pissed on by my roomie and been spit-roasted by two complete strangers, including being fucked in the ass. This morning I deliberately pissed and then shit in my knickers and on the way to your shop I sucked off a tramp and let him shoot in my mouth. And I swallowed. So, having said all that, here I am. Do you want to do anything with me?" "I..ahh..fuck. You are unbelievable, you know that?" Fay gave him an angelic smile. "What would you like me to do, Fay?" "Well, I don't fancy the cane again yet, but I'd very much like a spanking as I think I've earned it. And then, really, anything you'd like." To be continued... Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 08 Andy walked up to Fay and stood in front of her, silently appraising her. She clasped her hands in the small of her back, subtly pushing her boobs out and looking up at him, coquettishly blinking from under a tumble of red hair. Still without speaking, he roughly grasped and squeezed her tits, before dragging her vest down under her bra and then scooping the large globes out of the bra, so he could tweak and pull at her stiffening, pink nipples. "Come on, Andy," Fay entreated. "I've changed my mind -- you can cane me if you want. I don't care, I want you to thrash me for being so naughty. Make it so I can't sit down for a week!" Andy stepped back away from the 22-year old redhead. This girl was crazy, that much was sure. He almost felt that he shouldn't indulge, despite the fact that she clearly wanted him to -- nobody could be as twisted as this girl, outside of his imagination, surely? He still felt slightly guilty at spanking and caning her when she'd come into his shop the previous week, although what she'd told him she'd been up to since then defied belief. "Come on!" she demanded again, and started to unbutton his jeans, reaching inside for his stiffening cock. "You can do anything, Andy. There must be something you want?" Fay was on her knees, now, gently stroking her 32FF boobs as she looked up at him. The shop-owner was still stunned, and just watched in a daze as Fay took his cock and started to suck at it, bobbing her head vigorously and making sure plenty of spit coated him and drooled out of her mouth to splash on her tits. "Fay...just...wait..." Andy, like most men, struggled to be articulate when a beautiful, big-titted girl was sucking energetically on his dick. "I said stop!" he demanded, collecting himself. He stepped back, his cock popping from between her lips, and then slapped her, open-handed, across her left cheek. Fay's head rocked back, but her pussy thrilled -- humiliation and abuse simply set her on fire. Seeing the glint in her eye, Andy slapped her right cheek a little harder, snapping Fay's head the other way and eliciting a gasp from her. Grabbing her hair, he roughly shoved his cock back in her mouth and started to thrust into her. Fay relaxed her throat as Andy's cock, shoved deep into her mouth, trying not to gag. Andy fucked her mouth for a few more moments, then pulled out again. Before Fay could speak, he pushed her to the floor and pulled her sweat pants from her curvy legs, leaving her pumps and panties on. Pulling her panties to one side he exposed her hot, wet pussy. Kneeling over her, Andy looked down at Fay, his eyes drinking in the details. Fay lay on her back, her pretty face, framed by the tumbles of coppery hair. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from where he'd hit her, but her eyes were narrowed with lust and her lips, covered with spit from where he'd been fucking her mouth, were pouted. Her massive boobs were out, kept pushed up by her top and bra that were twisted below them, the pink nipples stiff and erect. Her slim torso gave way to her curvy hips, her stained, white knickers still on, but not covering the strip of ginger pubes and the hungry pussy. Finally, her shapely legs, splayed to offer up her cunt, running down to her socks and pumps with the faintly pissy smell. She was a vision of filthy, pornographic loveliness. The pause to assess Fay had slowed his heart and excitement, and his cock had softened enough for his brain to notice that he needed a piss. Given what Fay had told him she'd been up to in the last two days, there was no question of what happened next. Fay gasped in surprise and delight as a stream of hot, yellow piss burst from the end of Andy's cock to splash over her round tits. He directed the stream at her nipples, then down, soaking her vest and bra, to piss over her pussy, once more drenching her panties. Then he quickly changed direction, and put the stream full in her face. Fay instinctively opened her lips, taking the salty piss in her mouth. She didn't swallow at first, allowing her mouth to fill with Andy's urine and then spill out, running over her cheeks and down her neck to wet her hair. Then, as the stream continued, she propped herself on her elbows and closed her lips, swallowing a full mouthful, before opening so that he could fill her mouth again. As Andy's stream dwindled, Fay swallowed down a second and third mouthful, opening her mouth wide each time after to show that she'd swallowed the lot. "You're so fucking filthy," noted Andy. Fay smiled sweetly in reply. Andy was hard again, and without further ado he pushed Fay back so she was flat on her back and thrust his cock into her pussy. She was hot and wet and tight, and he almost came immediately, but he composed himself, and started to fuck her with hard, deep strokes, drawing most of the way out before roughly driving in. Fay writhed beneath him, grinding her pelvis as he fucked her and mauling her piss-wet boobs, willing him on to fuck her harder. There was only so long that Andy could possibly fuck a sexy, inky, piss-soaked redhead, and after a few minutes of screwing, he felt he was near the end. Driving into her as deep and hard as he could, he came suddenly, deep inside her, his cock twitching as spurt after spurt of spunk shot into her. Pulling out of her cunt, Andy wiped his cock on her white panties and then pulled them back into place. Standing, he offered her his hand, and pulled her to her feet too. Fay stood silently, wondering what he'd do next, but was unprepared for what happened. He pulled her bra back into place, roughly pushing her boobs into the cups, and pulled her pee-soaked vest back into place too. He then grabbed her sweats, used them to briefly mop the piss on the floor, then tossed them to her. Fay was baffled, but caught her clothes reflexively. "Andy, what..." was all she managed as he slapped her across the face again, then, before she recovered her balance, shoved her towards the door. At this point, Fay realised what was happening. "No, wait, you can't!" she shouted. "At least let me..." but before she could finish, he unlocked the door and shoved her out into the street, slamming and locking the door behind her. This left the beautiful girl standing in the street, struggling to pull her sweat pants up to hide the stained knickers, gusset sticky with Andy's jizz, hair and clothes wet with piss. Thankfully it was not a busy road, but people were looking at her disapprovingly, presumably thinking her a dirty slut who worked in the sex shop. Fay turned and hammered on the door. "Andy, for fuck's sake, let me in," she hissed. "I look a mess, just let me tidy up -- I can't be seen like this. Andy!" Realising that he was not about to let her in, Fay swore under her breath and quickly ducked down the alley next to the shop, getting out of sight of passers by. She wondered if there was a back door to the shop that she could get in, certain that Andy was just messing about. His cum was sticky between her legs and she was covered in his piss, several mouthfuls of which she'd drunk -- surely he owed her at least a few minutes to sort out her appearance? Rounding the corner at the end of the alley, Fay saw that there was indeed another door, but that was not all... To be continued - sooner than before! Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 09 (As it has been a while since I added to this story, here's a catch-up for anyone who has been following it (unless you want to just read the previous parts!). Fay is 22 years-old, 5'3" tall, with tumbles of ginger curls and huge, 32FF boobs. She shares a flat with another stunning girl, called Nadia who, unbeknown to Fay, works as an escort. In the last several days Fay has been on a mission of filthy, sexual discovery, and has discovered that she loves being spanked and caned, humiliation, watersports, pooping herself, lesbian sex and generally behaving like a sick, degraded slut. Having just been fucked by a guy who runs a sex shop, Fay is now in the back alley, dressed in a white bra and white, satin, bikini-style briefs (both wet and stained with piss), a pissed on vest-top, some piss-wet grey sweatpants and some cute, ankle-length socks and sneakers -- both also wet and smelly!) * The alley was a dead end, the only way out being to back track onto the main street, or to use the door to get into the back of the sex shop. It was filthy, with piles of litter heaped in the corners. It was also occupied. Fay was startled to recognise one of the five men huddled in the alley -- it was the tramp that she'd sucked off earlier! He seemed to be relaying an animated tale to his companions, and Fay could guess who the star of that sordid tale might be. At the sound of her footsteps, the five men all looked up, the nervy instincts of the homeless and persecuted making them jump. In the early evening light, the wet stains and piss-splashes on her clothes were clearly visible, although the way that the men stank covered the odour of stale piss on Fay. "Fuck! That's her!" exclaimed her park-bench companion. "That's the girl!" The other four simply stood, looking bemused and, given her huge and inviting cleavage, lustful. Fay didn't feel uncomfortable, however. Surely a homeless person was one of the few that wouldn't judge her current state? "Uh, hi," she offered, tentatively. "Is it true?" blurted one man, who looked about 50 but it was hard to tell. "Did you suck Bob and give him money?" Despite what she'd done in the last three days, Fay blushed. "If that's Bob," she quietly pointed to him, "then yes, I did." This prompted amazed mumbling and chatter between the guys. Then, the one who looked youngest, turned to her. "What about us? Will you do us?" Fay had been testing the door to the shop, which was stoutly locked. She turned to them, starting to realise that a young, sexy girl stuck in an alley with five men really ought to feel nervous. The man smiled, salaciously. "You wouldn't even have to pay me!" This prompted some saucy chuckling from the others. "Come on," said one of the others. "You're obviously a slag." Fay turned to him to retort, but the men had been slowly closing in on her, and as she turned to defend herself against the (totally valid) accusation, she felt a hand squeeze her right breast. She pushed the hand away. "Oy! I'm not..." Her statement was silenced as the one she now knew as Bob suddenly kissed her on the lips, filling her mouth with the taste of stale booze and cigarettes. As he kissed her, he pushed her lightly back against the wall. The hand was back at her tit now, and another closed on the other breast, mauling the soft, heavy boob. Pushing Bob back with a solid shove, Fay realised she needed to gain control of this situation before she was forcibly molested by five tramps (although that thought did make her pussy tingle...not a great deal of force would be needed). "Wait! WAIT!" she shouted. At the raised voice, the men did take a step back, although they were still looking hungrily at her. "Ok, good, calm down. Now, if you touch me again without me asking I'm going to scream." She paused to let that sink in, and the men all shuffled back a step. "I look a state and I need to get home, but I can't walk across town looking like this. So, here's the deal: nobody notices guys like you, so if you lend me one of your coats and walk with me in a huddle, I should be able to get back to my apartment." "And what's in that for us?" asked the youngest. Fay needed them to agree, and had little time to come up with a sensible plan. "If...ahhh...if you agree and I get home without being seen by anyone who knows me, then everyone who helps me can fuck me." She paused, realising that her offer was insane. "After they've showered," she added. She told them where she lived and everything was quickly agreed. Five minutes later, gagging from the smell of the large overcoat she was bundled in, Fay and four of the men walked back to her flat. As she'd said, regular people simply ignored them, and she attracted no attention. Five minutes from her place, she realised that the group had grown as a wooly hat was plonked onto her ginger tresses. The tramp who had decided not to help had returned -- and had two others with him. He grinned. "Now we're helping too!" Fay was aghast. Seven men! But she couldn't risk reneging on her offer, so, with mixed feelings, she carried on home. * * * * * Fay stood in the kitchen, staring blankly out of the window. From the bathroom she could hear a chorus of voices as the seven homeless men she'd invited into her home took the opportunity to shower. For her part, she hadn't bothered, and was still in her stained and smelly clothes. She'd agreed -- no, she'd offered -- to have sex with all these men. She'd made a deal and they had carried off their end as she'd made it home without being spotted by anyone she knew. And now? Now she had seven tramps to contend with. The only good news was that Nadia was still away, but Fay was too distracted to start to worry about her friend. Her mind was a whirl of ideas, visions, experiences. Just yesterday she'd been spit-roasted by the two men Nadia knew, but now there were seven cocks to contend with. What on earth could she do? She was scared, undeniably. However, she was also wet, as massively and shockingly aroused as she'd been this morning when she'd deliberately shit her panties -- stained panties that she still had on. Setting her jaw and deciding that this situation was simply too crazy to control, Fay shouted the seven tramps through to the lounge. Cleaned off, it was only the scraggy hair and beards that indicated the men were homeless. Fay was temporarily dumbstruck as she looked at the septet of cocks, all half-aroused. The men started at her with animal lust. She sighed. "Ok, so, that's my room," she pointed. "You guys decide who goes first. I like it...well, I like it rough and dirty. I like being spanked and slapped, you can do me in the bum, I'll swallow, you can piss on me, anything. Once you're with me, just do whatever you want." She almost choked on the last words, but she'd decided that she liked filthy, humiliating sex, and being fucked by seven tramps who were able to do whatever they wanted certainly ticked that box! With that she walked to her room, stripping her clothes as she went so the last thing they saw was her peachy, naked bottom disappearing into her room. Fay was left waiting for a few minutes as a muttered conversation took place in her sitting room -- presumably the men were drawing lots or something similar to decide what order they were going to screw her in. Finally, the door opened and the first naked man walked in. Fay stood up to meet him, but needn't have bothered. Without a word he laced his fingers in her ginger hair and forced her to her knees, shoving his erect cock at her mouth. She got the message, and started to suck him, but the tramp had been told to take control and that's what he did, thrusting with his hips and fucking Fay roughly in her mouth. She did her best to take his cock in her throat, but he was too big and too rough, and she was choking on him. Seeming to realise, the man relaxed, pulling his slimy, spit-coated penis out of her mouth. As Fay gasped for breath, he wiped his cock over her face, covering her cheeks with spit. Roughly the man hauled Fay to her feet with her hair, bringing a tear to her eye. Sitting on the bed, he simply said "Bend over and suck me, slut." Taking a breath, Fay complied, bending over to take the cock back between her lips. She assumed that he wanted to watch her bottom as she sucked him. Fay heard the man shout something, but paid no heed, focusing on making him cum as quickly as possible. However, she understood what he'd shouted when, without warning, she felt rough hands on her soft hips and, moments later, a large cock was thrust forcefully into her juicy cunt. The man she was sucking had taken hold of her head, so she couldn't object as the new man started to fuck her. She'd planned on controlling the situation to a limited extent by taking the seven men one after another, but three minutes in her plan was in tatters. Fay was surprised when both men pulled out of her without cumming, but before she could wonder why, she was roughly impaled on two new ones. After twenty minutes she started to space out, as her awareness had receded. None of the men came, but they were all taking turns with her, pushing their cocks into her mouth or pussy, thrusting for a few minutes, then swapping. She tasted her own juice as one's who had fucked her took a turn in her mouth. If she was slow to react when they changed her position, they slapped her, stinging swats across her face and bottom. She was face down on her bad, one long cock in her mouth, when the first one pushed against her rosebud. She shuddered as someone spat on her arsehole to lubricate it, and winced as the dick slowly inched into her until it was buried deep in her bottom. This kicked off another ten minutes of action, as the men continued to alternate, fucking one of her holes for a couple of minutes at a time, passing her between them like an unimaginable slut. Inevitably, two at a time was soon upgraded. Fay was too tired to object (and, to be fair, had told them she wouldn't) as they abused her body further. Two cocks stretched her pussy, then, as she continued to gobble at the dick in her mouth, one switched to her ass. She thought she might pass out, as three cocks hammered in and out of her. Seeing her actually let them fuck her mouth, pussy and bottom at the same time with still no objection, the tramps finally realised what a raging, dirty slut they had on their hands (well, on their cocks anyway). Hands spanked at her bottom, mauled her 32FF breasts, tweaked and pulled at her sore nipples and, all the while, three at a time they fucked her tired, sweaty body. Presently, Fay was dimly aware that the cocks had withdrawn from her, but not been replaced. Opening her eyes from the sex stupor she had sunk in to, she looked questioningly at the seven men as they pulled her into a kneeling position. Looking at their engorged, well used cocks, she knew what was coming next from slips she'd surfed on Nadia's PC. She opened her mouth wide, as the men started to tug themselves off. "Wait for it all," grunted one of them, just as his dick twitched and a thick jet of creamy jizz jerked with unerring accuracy straight onto Fay's tongue. The second man was less successful, spunking across her nose and forehead. The third mostly managed to fill her mouth, though some tendrils of cum dripped onto her big tits. The fourth also came across her face and hair, but the fifth positioned the tip of his cock at her lips and shot several ropes of salty cum into Fay's mouth. She was struggling not to swallow now, her mouth producing saliva as her cheeks were filled with cum. The last two came together, spraying more spunk over the pretty ginger girl's face and into her mouth. Like an obedient little slut, Fay held the spunk of the seven men mixed in her mouth, looking expectantly at them until they nodded. Then, taking a deep breath through her nose, she swallowed the gooey mixture down, gagging a little but controlling herself as she felt the sperm slide down her throat. "Ok," she said shakily, climbing to her feet. "You have to go now." * * * * * Fay was surprised, when she reflected back on it, that the men had gone. They could have robbed her or, well, not attacked her as such because she invited them over to do that! But still, she knew she'd been reckless. Her body was shattered, aching from head to toe, particularly her jaw, pussy and ass. Still -- what a day. After a shower, Fay dressed for bed, pulling the stained and smelly satin knickers on but nothing else. She hesitated at the washing basket with her socks, bra, vest and sweatpants in her hands. Burying her face in them, she breathed in the musty aroma of stale piss. The hardening of her nipples was the answer she was looking for, and she dropped the clothes to the floor -- she'd wear them again in the morning. Climbing into her bed, she snuggled down into the sheets (dry now, but smelling strongly of pee from her bedwetting three nights ago) and fell into a deep and well-deserved sleep. Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 10 (Fay is 22 years-old, 5'3" tall, with tumbles of ginger curls and huge, 32FF boobs. Her flatmate, a stunning girl called Nadia is, unbeknown to Fay, an escort. In the last several days Fay has been on a mission of filthy, sexual discovery, and has discovered that she loves being spanked and caned, humiliation, watersports, pooping herself, lesbian sex and generally behaving like a sick, degraded slut). It was after 11am when Fay finally awoke on Tuesday morning. She stretched out in her warm bed, the smell of stale piss still giving her a thrill. She was glad she'd taken the week off work as sick leave, meaning she could relax and enjoy her new-found sexual deviancy. Relaxing into her comfy sheets, she thought about yesterday. In a single day she'd wet and shit herself in her flatmate Nadia's bed, sucked off a homeless man in the park, been pissed on and fucked by a man she hardly knew in a sex shop and then been gang-banged by seven tramps, who each took turns in all her holes, and swallowed all their cum. Fuck! What a day. On the other hand, nobody had spanked her bottom since Saturday. Just that thought made her pussy wet – she needed punishing sooner rather than later. At the thought of having her ass punished, Fay slipped a head under her duvet and started to stroke her clit through her dirty, white knickers, pressing and rubbing insistently. She closed her eyes, thinking back to the day before and the way she'd behaved. As her excitement grew, she twisted and plucked at the sensitive nipples of her soft, natural 32FF boobs. Fay could feel how wet she was, her pussy juicing up as she remembered the succession of men who'd fucked her in her bottom yesterday. Yes, wet – but not as wet as when Andy had pissed in her mouth yesterday, or when she'd gone to the toilet in her knickers, like she had three times in the last four days. She'd loved that too, and the memory of her poo filling her panties, the same panties she had on now, almost tipped her over the edge. That was another decision made – she needed a spanking (maybe the cane too) and she needed to fill her pants. In fact, she thought as she rubbed her clit and squeezed her tits, she didn't want to ever use the toilet in the apartment again. Her next step was obvious. Breathing in deeply of the stale aroma in her bed, Fay stopped stroking her cunt for a moment, using both hands to squeeze and play with her big breasts. Closing her eyes, she relaxed further, breathing through her mouth, letting her normal, morning habits take their course – but not in her habitual location. It took a moment to overcome trained instinct, but then her morning piss gushed forth, the first spurt soaking the gusset of her stained white knickers, and then a pungent, yellow flow burst from her lips, flowing down over the tops of her thighs and, as she lay on her back, running beneath her to soak her round bottom and flood her cotton sheets and mattress with a hot puddle of piss. As she kept pissing her hand went back between her legs, her fingers a blur as she masturbated, thrilling in the feel of the piddle splashing over her fingers. She came in a moment, her body rigid, moans of pleasure escaping her throat, the last trickles of urine running into her soaked, smelly panties, her bum grinding in the puddle that made it obvious that a the curvy, 22-year old girl had just deliberately wet the bed and then shamefully brought herself off in it. Fay relaxed once more, twisting her body and legs around so that she rolled in her piss-patch as much as she could. It spread up her back and down the backs of her thighs, and the duvet was wet too. Still idly playing with her tits (she loved them and well understood the power they had over guys) she considered going back to sleep, but wasn't really tired. After revelling in her mess for a few minutes longer, Fay finally hauled herself out of bed. What to wear wasn't even a consideration – she'd noticed that she loved the dirty smell of her new toilet habits, so left her soggy briefs on and pulled on yesterday's bra, socks, vest and sweatpants, all of which had a faint smell of her and Andy's pee. Fay was halfway through her second cup of coffee and a bowl of bran when she heard the door to the apartment open and close, and her flatmate, Nadia, walked in. She hadn't seen Nadia since Sunday, but that wasn't unusual as her friend kept odd hours. What was unusual was that on Saturday Nadia had, upon discovering Fay's use of her PC, caned and humiliated Fay, spitting on her and making her drink Nadia's piss. She'd then taken Fay out on Sunday and, in an unexplained move, given her to two men who'd fucked her. There was also the fact to consider that she'd pissed in Nadia's bed yesterday morning – maybe that could get her the punishment she was after? The 23-year old walked into the kitchen, her eye-catching beauty as ever impressing Fay. Nadia was taller, slimmer, lightly tanned and had full, 32DD breasts, with thick, black hair. The girls greeted each other with a smile and a hug, which Nadia broke, wrinkling her nose. "Fay, honey – you smell like a men's toilet!" Fay blushed. "Have you let someone else piss on you, you filthy little tramp?" "Nadia, I...let's go into the lounge." What followed was a sequential (almost) recounting of what Fay had been up to on her mad Monday since she'd last seen Nadia on Sunday night. Nadia looked incredulous, but didn't interrupt as the litany of shame spilled forth from her beautiful flatmate. Fay paused after recounting pissing herself in bed this morning, and decided she may as well tell all – so admitted to the one thing that she'd left out, which was pissing in Nadia's bed and then pooping herself on purpose. At this last revelation, Nadia frowned. "Show me!" she demanded. Meekly, Fay led the older girl into her room, pulling back the duvet to show the large, roughly oval pee stain in Nadia's bed. "Get in it, Fay. Get in bed." The tone of dominant command in Nadia's voice sent a thrill through Fay's pussy, and she complied, climbing into the now-dry bed. Next to her, Nadia glared at her as she slipped out of her jeans and panties, then climbed into bed, but standing over Fay, staring down at her. Realising exactly what was about to happen, tears of humiliation filled Fay's eyes, but her nipples were again alive and her slit was wet. As Fay had expected, Nadia started to piss on her. As Fay was still wearing her vest and sweatpants, these quickly became soaked as Nadia's hot stream sprayed out from between her lips. The dark-haired beauty aimed as well as she could, directing the flow over Fay's face, down across her body and over her hips and pussy. Her piss was hot and yellow, and without even being asked the redhead opened her mouth, catching splashes of pee in her mouth and swallowing eagerly. By the time Nadia had finished, the last trickles running down her thighs, Fay was laying in a pool of girl-pee in a bed for the second time that day. Getting down off the bed, Nadia hauled Fay to her feet roughly, grabbing a handful of the peed on girl's red curls. "You can be as dirty as you want in your room you little pervert," scolded Nadia. "But I'll show you what happens when you come into my room." Spinning Fay around, she quickly pulled down the wet sweatpants around Fay's ankles and pushed her face forward to the bed. Fay stumbled with her knees against the bed frame, and ended face down with her face and chest in the piss patch but with her rounded bottom, encased in damp, dirty knickers, pointing upwards. Her face was in a pool of pee. Without a further word, Nadia slapped the flat of her palm against Fay's bottom, spanking hard, again and again. She didn't warm up, just laid in as hard as she could, smacking and smacking so that she covered the whole of Fay's round cheeks with a hard punishment, from the tops of her thighs to top of her buttocks. Fay was crying from both pain and humiliation as the spanking continued, Nadia's pee soaking into her top and filling her mouth and nose as the impact of each spank jolted her into the bed. However, as much as her bottom and thighs were burning under Nadia's punishing hand, Fay was close to heaven. Her pussy was as hot as ever, and she started to press her face and breasts into the wet bedding, grinding her boobs and sucking at the sheet so that her mouth was full of the heavy taste of Nadia's piss. At the same time she arched her spine, offering her curvy bottom up, entreating Nadia to smack her as hard and as long as the dark-haired girl wanted. Taking a fistful of her copper curls, Nadia hauled Fay back to her feet and turned her to face her. Tears rolled down her cheeks, already wet with pee, but her nipples poked clearly through the soggy material of her vest and her eyes were filled with lust. Overcome, Nadia grabbed Fay in a rough hug, kissing her fiercely, tongue probing the younger girl's mouth, their heavy breasts crushed against one another. Nadia fondled and squeezed at Fay's tender, full bottom, delighting in the winces of pain as she gripped the sore buttocks. The fell onto the bed together, Nadia not caring that she was now on her back in her own piss. She pushed Fay down the bed, instructing her "Lick me," in an imperious tone. Fay did as she was told, curling on her side and burying her face between Nadia's thighs. She licked at the lips that had so recently pissed over her, tasting the splashes of urine, tracing her tongue up Nadia's inner thighs to get the salty liquid, before concentrating her tongue on her pussy. Nadia moaned, using her hands to play with her own boobs, focusing on the lovely sensations Fay was giving her. As she lapped and probed with her tongue, Fay let her mind concentrate on how she felt. Her bottom and thighs were stinging, but the warm glow was already fading. A spanking wasn't what she wanted – or at least, wasn't all. The extra pain from a paddle or cane was what she needed now. The fact that her body was filthy was her own and Nadia's piss, was an extra thrill, and she loved revelling in how dirty she was being and the fact that her clothes were stained and smelly made her cunt tingle. She also realised that this morning's coffee and cereal had acted how she hoped. She decided not to draw Nadia's attention, so carried on licking at her friend's pussy as she relaxed herself. At first nothing happened, and she was worried that she'd make Nadia cum before she managed to do what she planned. But then she felt her midriff tighten, and she relaxed again, pushing slightly and thrilling as a soft, warm lump of shit squeezed out of her pouting anus and into her dirty knickers. The piece of poo slimed over her bottom, resting against the cheek, held in by the elastic of her pants. Unaware of what was happening, Nadia moaned and pushed Fay's head hard against her pussy as her own excitement built. Fay pushed again and a second turd squeezed into her panties, flattening against the material as the pouch filled with warm mess. Nadia heard Fay grunt, but presumed it was just in pleasure from licking her out. Then she heard a soft fart, and paid more attention through the impending orgasm. Just as Fay's tongue teased her clit in the exact spot she needed and Nadia's orgasm shook her body, she heard the crackle of a thick log of poo squashing into Fay's shit-filled panties, and she noticed the smell coming from the other girl. It was so filthy, but it tipped Nadia further over the edge, and second orgasm followed the first as she writhed in pleasure, her flatmate's head between her legs, in a piss-soaked bed, being eaten out by a girl who'd just shit herself. Could the day get any dirtier? Fay's Dirty Discoveries Ch. 11 (Fay is 22 years-old with tumbles of ginger curls and huge, 32FF boobs. Her flatmate, Nadia is 23 and has 32DDs and glossy, black hair. This story continues directly from the last one, so read that for context.) * As Nadia came down from her orgasm, she gathered her wits and pushed Fay away from her pussy as she stood up. She looked down and her excitement grew again as she saw that she was right, and her busty flatmate had indeed shit in her knickers. Grabbing Fay's arm, she hauled the sexy mess to her feet, before slapping her hard across the face. "You filthy, dirty fucking slut!" shouted Nadia, slapping Fay again. "How dare you shit yourself whilst we're fucking? How fucking dare you?!" She slapped her again, then walked out. Fay was in a daze. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and her pussy was wetter than it ever had been. Her face stung where Nadia had slapped her. She was covered in pee, both her own and Nadia's, her chubby bottom cheeks had recently been spanked and were smeared with the warm poo that was filling her panties and her mouth was full of the taste of Nadia's cunt. She felt like she was close to paradise! Moments after walking out, Nadia was back, her lovely breasts bouncing as she marched into the room. Fay started to smile as she understood why the dark-haired girl had left, but Nadia was on her before she could react, forcibly spinning her around and pushing her in the back so she bent over Nadia's bed, steadying herself with her hands on the piss-soaked sheets. Fay opened her mouth to speak, but it turned into a cry of pain as Nadia whipped the cane across the redhead's thighs, just below the crease of her bottom. "Dirty girl!" scolded Nadia, laying a second burning stripe across Fay's legs. The pain was intense, her soft thighs showing a hot, white line with angry, red borders. Fay's tears quickly came, but she made no effort to escape the punishment. "Using your knickers as a toilet, like a dirty baby!" Nadia aimed the next stroke on the crease below her buttocks, eliciting a short scream from Fay, who did a little dance of agony, but still remained in place, fingers squeezing the pissy sheets, tears dripping down her lovely face. Nadia aimed the fifth cane stripe across the middle of Fay's bottom cheeks, above the obscene, sagging mound of poo that was plainly visible in the pouch of her stained panties. The thin, satin material offered little protection as the cane bit into her buttocks. The sixth followed quickly, also aimed at her bottom, but thwacking wetly against the poo-filled panties. Nadia dropped the cane and grabbed a handful of Fay's red curls, pulling her upright and to face her. Their faces came together into a passionate kiss, busty bodies pressed together. Nadia was kissing her aggressively, biting at Fay's tongue, licking her tears from her cheeks, hands stroking and squeezing the younger girl's heavy breasts. Fay responded hungrily to Nadia's kisses, and the girls seemed to want to devour each other, revelling in the passion of their embrace, soft bodies twined, neither caring that Fay was covered in pee and that her knickers contained a pile of soft shit -- in fact both were delighted by this. Nadia trailed kisses down Fay's neck, then scooped the redhead's massive boobs in her hands and began to lick and kiss all over them, tasting Fay's skin and the overlaying taste of her own piss. She sucked at her erect nipples, filling her mouth with Fay's soft breasts. While her dark-haired friend kissed all over her body, Fay's hands were busy in her own knickers. She clutched and stroked her sopping pussy, and thrilled to the way her panties were weighed down, tight around the top where the mass of poo in the back made the elastic bite into her. She closed her eyes, lost in pleasure, and started to whisper encouragement to Nadia. "That's it, that's lovely. Lick your piss off my boobs. I'm such a filthy girl. I'm touching myself...touching myself and remembering that taste of your pussy and the feel of you peeing on me and caning me..." Fay's words were driving Nadia on and making her feel even dirtier. She bit, gently and then harder, at Fay's nipples, and loved the sharp intake of breath she got for her efforts -- although she noticed that Fay also started to rub at her clit more furiously. She began to roughly squeeze Fay's big, heavy breasts, responding to the younger girl's dirty talk. "Yeah, you liked it when I pissed on you? You liked eating my pussy?" "I did," Fay breathed. "You taste lovely.." "And you taste of piss...and smell of shit! You shit yourself like a baby." "I did, I did it on purpose." "You shit in your filthy knickers and deserved punishing, didn't you?" Fay's hand was a blur between her thighs as she answered. "Ye...yes, but you didn't punish me enough! I want you to cane me harder, and longer!" Nadia was momentarily taken aback, but while one hand continued to nip and pull at Fay's nipples, her other slid around behind, stroking the ridges left by the cane on Fay's thighs. "You want more punishment, dirty girl?" "Yes!" Fay gulped. "I...I want you to spank me every morning and every night, and cane me whenever I am bad. Cane me until I cry. And I want to be bad all the time. I want to go to the toilet in my knickers and in my bed. I want to be filthy with you..." She trailed off, her body clenching as her orgasm approached. Sensing this, Nadia gave Fay's nipples an extra hard squeeze and then, as Fay moaned and her orgasm washed over her, she moved her hand to Fay's bottom and squashed the load of poo against Fay's round bottom. The soft mess smeared against her cheeks, oozed between her thighs towards her pussy, and squeezed out of the leg-bands to leave a brown, sticky smear at the back of her caned legs. Fay was gasping for air but was still stroking herself as her orgasm seemed to continue. Losing herself in their nastiness, Nadia wiped her hand around the outer edge of Fay's disgusting panties, collecting the poo that had escaped onto her fingers, and before she had chance to reconsider she wiped the foul substance across Fay's sore tits, leaving dirty, brown finger smears on the creamy, white flesh. This lewd act furthered Fay's climax and a second, shattering orgasm hit her, her fingers scrabbling at her cunt, her lips suddenly crushed again against Nadia, her shit-smeared tits now pressing against Nadia's own 32DDs, transferring some of the dirt. * * * * * The clean-up was brief -- Nadia agreed that she also wanted to sleep in pissy, smelly sheets, and told Fay to keep her panties on, and keep the shit in them, whilst they tidied the flat. Once that was done, Fay was permitted to empty out the load and wipe out the panties with toilet roll before putting them on and wearing them in the shower -- which she shared with Nadia, soaping each other's boobs and washing each other like a teenage fantasy. The worst of the poo was washed out of her knickers and some of the smell was reduced, but they were now a mess of stains. After towelling off and putting on robes, the two girls sat together and cuddled on the sofa, relaxing and chatting about nothing as they polished off a bottle of pink wine. Around midnight Nadia said she was tired and suggested they each go to bed, and Fay agreed. They brushed their teeth and headed for their own rooms. Nadia waited for Fay to close her door, and counted to fifty to give the curvy redhead chance to remove her robe. When she opened Fay's door, the ginger girl was just about to climb into her damp, urine-scented sheets. "Haven't you forgotten something?" Nadia asked. Fay looked blank. "You said 'every night', I believe?" As Fay thought, Nadia acted, sitting down on the bed and dragging Fay across her knee, face down, bottom up. The dirty knickers were still on, but rather than pulling them down, Nadia hauled them up, the material tight across Fay's pussy and disappearing between her buttocks, leaving the white globes with the faint cane lines free. "Yes, that's definitely what you asked for -- a spanking every night!" Without further ado she started to spank Fay, sharp, quick smacks, concentrating on covering her whole bottom and the tops of her thighs. Fay squeaked as the blows started, and then started to wriggle and yell as the endless spanks fell. It was a hard punishment with no time to recover between the slaps, Nadia's hand rising and falling sternly, the plump cheeks soon flushed hot pink and then an angry red as smack after smack rained down on Fay's unprotected bottom. "Please, Nadia, that's enough," she begged as the 23-year old kept spanking. Fay's bottom flattened and bounced with each crack of Nadia's hand, spank after spank after spank after spank after spank after spank after spank. Fay squirmed, Fay cried, Fay kicked her legs, but Nadia was remorseless, spanking Fay for a full ten minutes. Once she'd finished, she rested her palm on Fay's hot, sore cheeks, letting the younger girl finish crying and compose herself. After a few minutes, Fay tried to stand but Nadia held her in place. "Just a moment, Fay, love," she said quietly. "Let's agree the rules. You asked me to spank you. Every morning and every night -- that's what you said, and that's what I intend to do. You'll also get other spankings and the cane if you're bad -- again, just like you asked me to. I expect your bottom will be sore quite a lot of the time." Nadia paused for a moment to let Fay absorb this new status quo in the apartment. Then she continued: "You also said that you'd be using your knickers and your bed instead of the toilet. Now that I know what a filthy, dirty slut you are, that doesn't surprise me. And I don't mind -- you can be as dirty as you want. But dirty is naughty and naughty girls get punished on their fat little bottoms, don't they?" Fay nodded. "That's right, just so we're clear." Nadia helped Fay stand, smiling to herself as she looked her tear-streaked face and the way Fay clutched her smarting, red bottom cheeks. Nadia stood too, and gave Fay a hug and a gentle kiss, before gently touching the front of the piss and poo-stained panties -- as she had expected, they were soaked with Fay's pussy juices. "Get some sleep, lover. Tomorrow starts with a spanking!" She grinned and left Fay to climb into bed -- a bed she'd wet twice -- moving to her own room and her own pissy sheets. She'd discovered how dirty Fay was -- maybe next Fay should find out about her?