Note: This is the sequel to The
Mess. If you haven't that story, you should start there.
Jenny stirred, her body rocking to the soft motion of a car gliding
easily down the highway. No stops, no slowing, just lazy movement.
It was so warm and comfortable, she could barely open her eyes.
She was just too relaxed to even think about waking.
But why was she asleep in the first place? She was so drowsy,
it just seemed natural, like an afternoon nap on the couch, but
where was she going? She took a deep breath and tried to remember
how she got in a car in the first place. She could remember last
night, she was at a bar with her friends, and she got paid to suck
a guy's cock. Greg's cock.
Remember how he had surprised her by showing up made her smile,
and as the rest of the memories returned, the walk home from the
bar, and the mess they had once they had gotten back to her house,
not only was she smiling, but her cunt was getting all hot and wet
again, too. Her legs stirred, rubbing her thighs together, which
only seemed to raise her lust even more.
She recalled waking up this morning still covered in filth. Greg
had woken her by coating his cock with a healthy smear of shit and
sticking it into her mouth. The shock of taste brought her round
in seconds, and she was sucking him in earnest without hesitation,
the exotic flavor of his dick getting her horny instantly. He played
with her still-dirty pussy as she blew him, and got her cumming
a few moments after he shot his load into her mouth. She had greedily
sucked down his cum and continued to lap at his shaft, licking away
the musky flavor of shit. And while she was coming, another flow
filled her mouth, and Jenny drank that down too, swallowing several
mouthfuls of dark, bitter piss before he was done. What a lovely
way to wake up!
She remembered going to the shower after that. They both did,
and got even messier before they got cleaner. Jenny was dying for
a morning piss, after all, and they both still had enough left over
to get each other truly dirty. They must have been in the bathroom
for over two hours - and it took her another half hour to get the
smell out of the room. She was glad her roommates wouldn't be back
for another couple weeks. She almost felt bad for doing something
like that in their common bathroom, but it had been too wonderful
to really be upset about, so she didn't dwell on it.
Greg had cleaned up her bedroom, which mainly involved throwing
out all her covers and sheets. It had been most certainly been worth
ruining them too, and Greg had told her not to worry about the loss.
He mentioned going out for breakfast. Was that what they were
doing? Had this morning's activities exhausted her so much that,
as soon as she got in his car to go get breakfast, she had fallen
asleep? That didn't make sense - after all, this was a college town;
there were hundreds of places to have a good breakfast within a
ten minute's walk. Where would they be driving to? She didn't recall
getting in a car at all.
Her arms were beginning to get sore; she was lean on them for some
reason, but when she tried to reposition her hands to her lap, she
couldn't. She tried again, and failed. She roused herself more,
struggling to get more comfortable in her seat, and as she slowly
became aware, Jenny realized her hands were bound behind her back.
That realization woke her even more, and she sat up in her seat.
She was naked, her wrists bound behind her and her ankles tied
together. She was in the front passenger seat of Greg's care, and
he was driving down the interstate.
"Finally woke up, huh? Good." He grabbed her by her hair
and pulled her head down into his lap. Using his knee to guide the
steering wheel, he used his other hand to unzip his jeans and pull
half-hard cock out.
Greg pushed her mouth down onto his cock, and Jenny began to suck
on his semi-soft dick, thinking he wanted a blow job. She realized
he was wrong when the first jet of urine struck the back of her
throat. She sealed her lips around his shaft and started swallowing
as quickly as she could. It was more difficult in this position,
and he was pissing so much harder into her mouth then he had this
morning, but she managed to drink the salty fluid down without dripping
anything onto him.
When he was done, Greg pulled her head off his lap and settled
her back into her seat. "Had to piss for over an hour now.
Was about to take my chances and do it while you were asleep."
Jenny was still numb from the shock of waking up tied up, and then
being forced to be Greg's personal urinal. She was now becoming
aware of the other cars on the interstate, and the reaction of the
drivers and passengers as Greg passed them by. It was apparent they
were all getting a good look at her naked tits.
"Where are we going?"
"Lots of places," he replied.
"Why am I tied up?"
"I'm kidnapping you, Jenny."
She was confused by that. On one hand, he was someone she had just
met after knowing him online for years. He could be some stalker
psycho and maybe she should be scared. After all, she did know fully
well what he liked, and that alone should have been enough to cause
some sense of fear. But, still, it was Greg. He was a close and
dear friend. And even though she knew what he liked, she would have
gone along with any of it anyway, so it didn't make much sense.
"I would have come with you willingly."
Greg nodded. "I have no doubt. But this keeps things very
simple, doesn't it? There are no delusions that you are my traveling
companion - you aren't. You are my captive, my slave, my toy. You
get no say in where we go, what we do. You don't even get to go
home. You are mine, now."
Those words ran through her head over and over again, and with
each pass through her mind, she got more and more turned on. She
was beginning to pant as her heart quickened and her pussy flooded.
She rubbed her thighs together hard, loving the teasing sensation,
but wishing she could get something more substantial.
"Sounds like you need a hand." Greg pulled something
from his pocket, and with a flip of his wrist, he was holding a
blade. He reached behind her and cut the tie holding her wrists
together. "I have no doubt you have already resigned yourself
to ownership. You won't run away on me. You need me too much now."
Jenny didn't say a word; she didn't need to, nor had she been
given permission to. She did, however, take the release of her hands
as a signal that she was allowed to touch herself. She spread her
knees, giving her fingers access to the wet cunt between her legs.
She pinched her nipple in one hand, and slid the other down to her
clit. At her touch, her pussy exploded. She rocked in the seat as
her climax took her higher and higher; she was only vaguely aware
of the show she must be putting on for other motorists, but it turned
her on even more to think they were watching her cum.
After her orgasm faded, she slumped in the seat, exhausted. Greg
grabbed her hair and once more pulled her head into his lap, only
this time he was fully hard. He shoved her face down on him, and
she started sucking immediately, and cupping his balls in her hand.
Greg went back to minding the road and driving the car, letting
Jenny do her work on his cock. "What a fucking slut,"
her murmured, and she only moaned in reply.
* * * *
Jenny sat across the table from Greg. She felt a little revealed,
since she was wearing only a simple sundress and nothing underneath.
The dress barely came down past her crotch and the neck line plunged
so low, her tits were practically hanging out. The waiter seemed
to notice and appreciated the view.
Greg was ordering, but the waiter wasn't paying much attention,
just enough to write down what he was saying. Greg hadn't let Jenny
even look at the menu; she figured ordering her meals for her would
be part of his ownership of her, and that was fine with her. It
did mean that she had nothing to fidget with while the waiter blantently
oogled her boobs.
"And I don't feel like paying," Greg stated as he finished
The waiter's attention was back on him in full, as was Jenny's.
"I'm sorry, sir, what was that?"
"I said I don't feel like paying for my lunch."
"I don't understand."
"It's very simple. I order my meal, she goes into the back
with you. And you, and anyone else in this place can do whatever
you want with her, while I have my lunch. And when I'm finished,
we both go. I think that will cover my bill, yes?"
The waiter looked back at Jenny, lust in his eyes as he appraised
her like a piece of merchandise. "Yes, that would cover your
bill completely." He didn't even both to ask Jenny if that
was alright with her; he just took it on fact that this was something
Greg could offer.
"One condition," Greg added, and handed the waiter a
slip of paper.
The waiter read it. "But anywhere else?"
"Anything anywhere else is just fine."
"You have a deal!"
The waiter held out his hand to Jenny, and she took it, and allowed
herself to pulled to her feet.
"Jenny, one last thing. You aren't allowed to cum."
It startled her that he was telling her that, but she nodded as
the waiter led her away from the table. He took her through the
kitchen and into a back room - a worker's lounge of some kind. There
was an old, worn sofa and a couple chairs, and a desk with random
papers strewn across it. The waiter, Timothy according to his name
tag, dropped his pants and told Jenny to suck his cock.
Jenny got on her knees and took his flaccid cock into her mouth,
enjoying the feel of it coming to life between her lips. She thought
back to the previous night when Greg had propositioned her at the
bar; she hadn't recognized him, but had agreed to meet him in the
men's room and suck his cock for money. Her first time as a whore,
and now she had little doubt that it was not going to be the last.
Already her body was on fire with lust. She had been turned on
last night, but that was very much different then now. Not only
was this time for much less money than last night, but it wasn't
even for her. It was for Greg that she was whoring herself out,
and he hadn't even given her a choice in the matter. It turned her
on like she couldn't believe.
It had it's effect on Timothy as well. He was cumming in her mouth
in a matter of minutes, grunting like a stock pig as he unleashed
his load in her mouth.
She was still swallowing when the door behind her opened up. "Hey,
Tim! Table 5 is - what the fuck!"
Timothy held his hand up, letting him get his breath back before
replying. He pulled back and slip his cock back into his pants.
"Some guy is paying for his meal with her. Tell everybody,
anything we want, just, well - ", he pulled the note from his
pocket and handed it to the intruder.
A grin spread over the new-comer's face. "You tell them!
I'm getting my shot in now. No way I'm taking sloppy seconds."
"Whatever. I'll tell everyone on my way out." Timothy
was out of the room, leaving Jenny on her knees, looking up at the
He grabbed her under her arm and hauled her to her feet, spinning
her around so that she faced the desk. As he pulled her hem up above
her, he chuckled, "God, what a slut. Not even wearing underwear!"
He pushed her down, forcing her to lean on her hands on the desktop
as he spit into his hand and smeared the 'lube' onto his cock. He
pressed his dick against Jenny's shit-hole and began to push.
Jenny grunted from the pressure on her anus - this one had no experience
fucking ass, she was sure of that. She relaxed her asshole and pushed
back against him, wanting nothing more then to get his dick inside
her bowels as quickly as possible. Fortunately for her, she had
spent years fucking her rear, and as easily able to accommodate
his cock inside her.
She felt like a total whore now, and her cunt was drooling with
desire. She wanted to reach down and rub her clit while he pummeled
her ass, but she wasn't allowed to cum, and she was sure that that
would be the end result if she did touch herself. For now, she would
just have to deal with the fire spreading through her body. She
fucked back against the intruding cock, trying to milk the cum from
this waiter's balls. At the very least, having his dick inside her
Soon, they were not alone in the room. Two other waiters had joined
them, and where watching Jenny get her ass fucked with great interest.
Both had their cocks out and where jerking away from the scene.
"Hurry up, John."
"Yeah, stop hogging."
"Fuck off - I was here first!"
"Dude, hold up a sec." One of the two sat up on the desk
and scooted in front of Jenny, presenting his cock to her. "This
bitch can suck and fuck at the same time."
Jenny moaned with desire as she bent low to take his cock in her
mouth. She sure could suck and fuck at the same time, and it only
got her hornier to do so. She loved the feeling of having a dick
in her ass and in her mouth, both pounding her from front and rear
at the same time. The third waiter pulled the dress straps from
Jenny's arms and yanked her dress down around her waist so he could
play with her dangling tits; mostly he was pinching her nipples
and yanking on her like she was a cow he was trying to milk. God,
it turned her on.
The waiter behind her gave one last deep thrust, and then began
to pump her rectum full of his sperm. He held her hips still for
several moments, and then pulled out. "There. You guys have
fun with her." Then he was gone.
"Let's get her on the ground. We can both fuck her that way,"
the guy playing with her tits said.
"Good idea!" Jenny didn't say anything, but she thought
it was a great idea. "You want her ass or her pussy?"
"Pussy, man. No way I'm fucking her ass after John's been in
"You gotta wrap if you want to fuck her fuck her pussy."
The other waiter whipped a condom out of his pocket. "I'll
just pick up more before my date tonight."
They laughed as they pulled Jenny up and then laid her on the
cold tile floor. They treated her like a doll, nothing more. So
far, no one had even spoken to her. Maybe that was the condition
they were under, to just use her. It was hot to be treated like
nothing more then a fuck toy for these men. She had fantasized about
it before, but actually experiencing it, there was just no comparison!
She had never so desired cock like she did right now, and she was
getting everything she wanted!
It took a few tries to get everyone in the right position, but
soon one of the waiters was on the floor beneath her, and she was
on her hands and knees, his cock stuff inside her sloppy cunt while
his co-worker slid his thick dick into her reamed asshole. Lubed
from the leaking cum and already a bit opened, his entry into her
ass was much more pleasant and easy then the previous one.
Soon, both men worked into a rhythm, ramming their cocks into
both her holes at once, over and over again. The one beneath her
couldn't move as well, and his strokes were much more shallow, but
deeply satisfying none-the-less. The waiter fucking her ass, however,
was ramming his shaft in and out of her shitter for all of his worth,
really letting her have it, and making her moan with pleasure.
Jenny could feel the orgasm mounting deep inside of her, and it
had been growing for some time. She had thought she would cum as
soon as both her holes where filled - and if not, surely soon after.
She often fucked her ass and pussy with her toys when she masturbated,
and it always brought her to the most fabulous climax. But now,
something was holding it back, just beyond the brink. It was swelling,
like a living thing inside of her, and yet, she could no reach it.
It was maddening, being on the edge of something she knew would
be so powerful. Her entire being yearned for the pleasure of it,
but she was continually denied. Was Greg's power over her really
so complete? Could he prevent her from cumming just by saying that
she could not?
"Fuck, he wasn't kidding!" Another man entered the room,
and elderly gentleman in his forties, maybe older.
"Fred! Feed this slut some cock - she's hungry for it!"
The man was at her face in a moment, shoving his cock into her
mouth. Jenny never even saw it, but she felt the long thing making
its way down her throat. God, he was huge! He was bigger, by far,
then any of the toys she had ever played with. She wanted that monster
tool up her ass, she wanted to feel it stretching her fucked hole
even wider, feel it forcing itself deeper then anything had before.
"Fuck! This slut can suck!"
"You should feel her ass, Fred. Fuck! I'm going to cum!"
"Oh her face, man," the waiter stuffing her cunt said.
"Don't ruin her ass for everyone else."
Fred laughed and pulled back, making room for the ass-fucker to
shoot on Jenny's face. "He's got a point."
"Open up, bitch," he said as he aimed his cock and gave
a few more jerks, spewing his load onto Jenny's cheeks and in her
mouth. She surprised them all by leaning forward and sucking his
cock into her mouth, sucking away the ass juices and dirty cum that
slicked up his shaft. "God, what a whore!"
Fred was already behind her, feeding his thick cock into her asshole.
Loosened as she was, and as juicy as her anus had gotten, Jenny
grunted from the effort of taking Fred's cock into her rectum. He
was filling her body up like nothing before - as wide as the plug
Greg had used on her the night before, but much longer, he was reaching
places inside of her that had never been touched, and it was driving
her wild. She continued sucking the cock in her mouth until he was
completely flaccid and then he left.
The waiter beneath her came soon after. Jenny had to get off of
Fred's cock to let the other one out from under her. She could feel
her asshole trying to close up once it was empty, but to no avail.
She was gaping open - and all she wanted was to fill her shit-hole
with Fred's cock once again.
Fred laid Jenny on her back on the tile, and lifted her legs high
in the air, peeling her ass off the cold floor enough for him to
stab his thick meat into her rear passage once again. The waiter
who had just cum peeled off his condom and squeezed the contents
all over Jenny's face and tits, like he was drizzling frosting on
a toaster strudel.
Jenny laid back on the floor, enjoying the deep, full feeling
of Fred's cock slowly sliding deep inside her body, and then pulling
free again. He seemed go deeper with every stroke, reaching newer
parts of her body, and fill her with lust. She reached down and
rubbed her swollen clit, amazed that she still could not cum. She
would have stopped immediately had she thought it would make her;
after all, she didn't want to disobey Greg, but she knew that no
matter what she did now, she would not cum from it. She was horny
as hell, but completely frigid, too!
She looked up just in time to see a bald cunt descending on her
mouth - the pretty hostess who had shown her and Greg to their seats
when they came in. "Lick it, bitch. Make me cum!"
Jenny had no experience with cunts, other then her own, but she
latched her mouth on to the wet, pink flesh and lapped away at the
sweet juices that flowed from the hostess's pussy. Her efforts were
met with moans and sighs of pleasure, so she assumed she was doing
a good job and just continued with what was working.
"God, Fred! That's one huge beast you have there!"
"You want some of this too?"
"Oh definitely! You can fuck me with that monster anytime!"
Fred chuckled. "Next break, you're getting it then."
The girl just moaned her hungry. Jenny was glad that she was loosing
neither the cock in her ass nor the pussy in her face. She was enjoying
both too much for that. Soon, the hostess was mumbling, not moaning,
and Jenny saw a bare of legs next to her head. It seemed another
worked had joined them, but elected to use the girl on her face
rather then trying to get to Jenny.
Fred started bucking harder and faster, plunging his cock deep
with each stroke. "Fuck yeah!" He pulled out at the last
moment and sprayed his cum all other Jenny's belly and tits and
the crumpled up dress that hung in a loose loop around her stomach.
"Watch it," the hostess hissed. "You nearly hit
"You'll get yours in a couple hours," Fred teased as
he climbed up off the floor, letting Jenny's legs fall unceremoniously
to the tile.
"I look forward to it," the hostess replied, not even
a hint of a joke in her voice. She returned to sucking the cock
presented to her and Jenny kept lapping at her juicy cunt.
She could hear the man getting blown. She knew he was about to
cum, and then she felt the hot splatter of his semen landing on
her body. He didn't move for some time, and Jenny thought maybe
the hostess was getting him ready for another round, when she felt
the stream hit her pussy.
"Oh fuck!" the hostess sighed. "God, that's fucking
Jenny smiled to herself - if only this girl knew what nasty really
was. It sure as hell wasn't getting pissed on. The stream stayed
on her bare pussy for a while, teasing her slit as the warm liquid
rushed over her sensitive skin.
"Piss on her," the hostess whispered, her voice deep
The stream traveled up Jenny's body, moving slow to truly drench
her skin and soak through the dress around her middle. It was a
gentle stream, no force behind it, just a relaxed flow of warm golden
liquid on to her body.
The girl on Jenny's face was going nuts, however, huffing and
panting like a bitch in heat, and her moans only got louder as the
stream of piss rose higher on Jenny's body. She close to cumming
with the spray reached Jenny's tits. The stream was splattering
all over, and Jenny could taste the salty sweetness of pee on the
"What the fuck! Jesus!" Another man's voice from the
door. "That's fucking sick!"
"Yeah, asshole - we didn't even get to fuck the bitch!"
Jenny heard them storming off, apparently disgusted by seeing her
getting pissed on. However, it didn't seem that everyone held the
same opinion of watersports as those two. Without warning, a second
golden stream connected with her body, right on her pelvis. She
spread her legs wide and raised her hips into the stream, giving
her showerer a clear shot to her cunt, and he took it, washing if
piss up and down across her slit. It felt so fucking good to have
him peeing on her juice box; Jenny knew it would have made her cum,
if she could.
The first pisser had move, she guessed, and now he was shooting
his faltering flow right onto her chin and lips and tongue, and
onto the hostess's pussy as well. It was pouring all over the other
girl's crotch and raining down on her face and into her mouth. Her
cheeks were soaked in the warm liquid, and the flavor mingled with
the taste of womanness
The hostess came at last, her body shaking. She barely made a sound,
but Jenny could tell that that was a particular amount of effort
on her part not to scream. Jenny kept lapping away as she came,
though she was disappointed when the golden stream ran dry, robbing
her tongue of the sweet nectar. When the hostess finally had enough,
and her orgasm was ebbing, she fell back on her ass just above Jenny's
Her face ucovered, Jenny could finally see the man still pissing
on her cunt, though she only glimpsed his face for a second before
he redirected his piss onto her face and in her mouth, causing her
to close her eyes. He was a young one, sixteen at the most, and
dressed like a dishwasher.
He didn't have much left, not even giving her a mouthful before
he was out, but Jenny dutifully swallowed it down. She wiped her
eyes. The hostess was still sitting next to her head, but the first
pisser, the one she never even saw, was already gone.
"On your hands and knees," the dishwasher ordered. He
was calm and collect, forceful. She did so, finding herself kneeling
in a large puddle of warm liquid. Her hair was soaked and dripping,
her dress totally saturated. She was facing the hostess, her ass
in the air towards the dish boy. "Lick her clean."
Jenny leaned forward and licked up the golden streaks and droplets
still lingering on the hostess's naked flesh. The girl was moaning
with every touch of her tongue against her skin; Jenny knew she
was need that rendezvous with Fred in a little while - this girl
was going to be dying for more by then.
After a few minutes of slowly licking her skin and then gently
cleaning the girl's wet pussy, the dishwasher ordered Jenny to clean
off the floor. The hostess dressed quickly and scooted out, things
getting a little to nasty for her. And while Jenny lowered her lips
to the floor and sucked up the puddle of piss, she heard a few more
employees come into the room, get disgusted by the sight before
them and leave angrily. She was disappointed that no one decided
to piss on her ass while it was high in the air and add to the pool
she was trying to clean up.
She had gotten the floor as dry as she could with her mouth, piss
was still dripping from her body, so it made the whole endeavor
rather difficult. "Good enough," the boy stated. "Fix
your dress. God, what a dirty cunt you are."
Jenny rose to her knees and turned to face him. She settled her
dress, pulling the straps up over her shoulders and smoothing down
the hem as best she could. Soaked through just about everywhere
and wrinkled as hell, it was difficult to get it straight, and it
clung skin-tight to her body. Her nipples showed right through it
where it clunch to her tits. It felt so nasty, having her clothing
drenched with piss; she absolutely wreaked of it, and it only turned
her on more.
"Now suck me off, fuck hole."
He was slowly jerking his cock before her eyes; it made her mad
with desire, and she launched herself hungrily as his cock, taking
the whole length in her mouth in one shot. "Fuck yeah! You
really know how to suck dick, you fucking piss whore." His
words made her purr.
He pulled out just before he came. The thick glob of his semen
landed on her nose and ran down her cheeks and over her lips. He
shot the rest of his cum onto her wet tits. Most of began to slid
down her slick skin, down her chest and tummy. The rest hit her
dress and marked her clothing.
She definitely looked the part of the slut, she was sure. She certainly
felt it. She had never been so turned on in her life, never so wild
with lust. Her pussy ached to cum, pulsed with every beat of her
pounding heart, begging for climax, but she could do nothing to
satisfy her desire.
Timothy was behind the dishboy, standing in the doorway. He seemed
to have no desire to come into the room. "Len, take her out
the back, would you? Her . . . the guy with her already pulled around
to collect her."
The boy nodded and grabbed Jenny by the arm, roughly escorting
deeper into the break room to a door in the back. He threw the door
open then shoved Jenny out of it. "Time to go, twat. Get the
fuck out of here." He slammed the door in her face.
Greg was waiting by his car, which was parked on the other side
of the street across from the back exit. Jenny waited on the sidewalk
until the cars stopped - she got a few honks and cat-calls from
passer-bys who could see her tits through her soaked dress. She
wondered if anyone could see the cum on her face and boobs, or if
it was apparent that she was soaked through with urine.
She rushed across the street when it was clear and around to the
passenger side door of Greg's car. The window was open, but the
door was locked. "Fuck off!" he told her. "You ain't
getting in here like that. Bitch, you trying to ruin my car?"
She stood there, stunned. He glared at her. "Get the fuck
out of the dress. It's dripping wet."
Jenny looked around at the cars driving by, but she didn't really
have much of a choice. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and
let the skimpy thing fall to the sidewalk, leaving her naked for
everyone around her to see. At least Greg's car was between her
and the road, giving her a good deal of cover from most of the traffic.
Greg reached down and pull the trunk release. "There's a towel
in the trunk. Get it and dry yourself before you get in. Make sure
to wrap it around your head - I don't want your hair dripping on
Jenny walked around to the back of the car, once more putting herself
in view of everyone driving down the street. There were a lot of
honks and calls how - she was completely naked behind Greg's car,
toweling off. He was watching her in the rear view mirror, so she
went slow to give him a show. At last, she pulled her hair up and
wrapped the towel around her head as instructed and walked back
to the passenger door.
It was unlocked when she tried the handle, so she climbed in. Greg
didn't offer her any cloths to cover up, and Jenny asked for none.
She didn't ask where they were going next, or even how his lunch
was. She just settled in and tried to ignore the burning fire in
her loins, the mad desire for climax and release.
Yesterday, she was a virgin. Today, she had just fucked a few guys
and ate out a girl in the back room of a restaurant to pay for a
meal. She couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow might bring. It
made her even more horny just thinking about it.