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Slut Wish
by Anonymous (y_dee_x@yahoo.co.uk)
***
A wannabe cunt's dreams and doings. (MF, exh, v, prost,
bd, ws)
***
Wanna know my New Year’s resolution? It’s the boring
question that goes around this time of year, but my
answer this time, this year, is far from that.
Lose weight, I’d say, as usual, as I’m a 12 and I’d
love to be a model 8 again like in my university days.
Unfortunately, I love to cook, and eat, and so it’s
very difficult to achieve.
However, this time, I’m going to do it. Lose weight,
I’d say aloud, but I’ll add silently in my mind, so I
can become a slut. A never-say-no slut, the kind that
doesn’t give a fuck about the looks of a man, the size
of his wallet, his sense of humour – none of that
matters, because all she wants is the dick. And why do
I have to lose weight to do that? Simply because I want
to look good while I slut around, because most men
prefer the anorexic look these days and a slut is all
about pleasing men.
Strict dieting, lots of exercise, and six weeks later,
I know I’ll be an 8. Then I’ll go down to a bar and get
my first man. He’ll either be the first one who tries
to pick me up, or the meanest looking one I can get.
Given a choice, I’d go for rough and mean any day. I
don’t want a gentleman, I want the guy who’s going to
take me out of that bar, fuck me in the nearest dirty
alley, shove me down on my knees in a garbage-strewn
floor, pound his cock down my throat and tear my ass up
and cum on my face.
He isn’t going to ask, he’s going to take. I’ll never
say no and he’s going to despise me for it and grind me
further into the dirt.
He takes me home and I suck his cock on the way - in a
taxi or bus, even the tube if he wants. And I’ll do
much more too, just say the word. Fuck some bystanders?
Ok. Crawl on my hands and knees and bark like a dog,
hump his leg, oink like a pig and beg him to piss on
me? Ok.
Never say no is going to be my motto. Although I do
worry if they want to do it without a condom, not for
the pregnancy risk because the thought of becoming a
knocked up slut is a huge turn-on, but the disease
thing. Men don’t want to fuck a diseased whore and
that, that would be a nightmare. No more fucking!
Once inside the door, he strips me, tears them off. He
grabs hold of my nipples and jiggles my big tits as I
kneel on the floor, waiting, cunt wet and desperate.
Then his stinking socks are stuffed into my mouth, his
underpants pulled over my head, and I crawl over to the
toilet with him whipping my ass with his belt all the
way. He shoves my head into the toilet, my face just
above the water, and lowers the lid over me. His belt
is flying then, hitting me all over, welting all the
flesh he can reach, and I squeal and twitch and wiggle
my ass but it’s all nicely muffled by the socks and the
toilet bowl.
His dick spears into my ass without warning, and my
head goes under the water. My hands which had been
submissively by my side reaches frantically for a hold,
and I cling to the toilet, rocking back and forth with
his thrusts and face dipping into the water but no
longer in danger of drowning. He won’t like that, and
pull my hands back and tie them together with his belt,
and now his fucking speeds up and get harder and I’m
fully under the toilet water and choking and struggling
to get just a brief gulp of air. More water go in than
air and it’s a lost cause. I black out.
I wake up and I’m tied to the headboard. My wrists are
spread wide, and my ankles are tied to them, leaving me
completely exposed. His socks are gone, as is his
underwear, and I find myself wishing they weren’t –
they had both provided, weirdly, a strange sort of
shield. He stands before me, completely naked. He has a
paunch, big fleshy arms, and coarse black hair all
over, but it’s the dick that catches my eye – big and
drooling, a menacing cuntbreaker. My mouth waters at
the memory of it ramming into my mouth, I want it
again, I want more.
But he hasn’t had enough of beating me, and the belt in
his hand comes crashing down and knocks the breath out
of me. It lands on my cunt, and my hips flinch up, like
I want him to keep hitting me. He laughs, slams it down
again and again and I’m whining and wriggling and
trying so hard to keep from crying out.
I can take pain, but he’s not holding back and my cunt
and thighs are turning black and blue and blistering
right before my eyes. When I let out my first scream,
he cuts it off quickly with a hand strangling my
throat. He decides to take pity on me and whip my tits
instead, and hand still strangling me silent, my boobs
bounce around wildly under his flurry of blows.
My cunt is so wet and achy, I’m squeezing and humping
the air and dying for his cock.
He finally decides to give it to me, and his cock is
right up my cunt, banging away ferociously and the bed
is squeaking and creaking under the onslaught. My head
knocks repeatedly against the headboard, and my neck is
all scrunched up as he squashes me. It’s hard to
breathe, and everything hurts, and then his hands come
off the headboard and close around my tits.
Titflesh bulges around his fingers and the pain is deep
and hot and he’s using them as handles to tug me
against him as he slams in. I’m too contorted and
bashed by his big body to make much of a sound apart
from some squeaks and grunts banged out of me, but the
headboard is making some serious racket against the
walls and I think about the neighbours, what they must
be thinking, and it makes my cunt drip even more.
"Whore!" He shouts, right into my face, and I think
‘yes please’. I want to be a whore, get paid £10 for a
skullfuck, £20 for my cunt, and £30 for my ass. I want
him to be my pimp. "Slut! Pigshit stupid bitchcunt!" A
hand lets go of a tit and starts slapping my face. He
spits, and I blink the phlegm out of my eyes. "Open
your fucking hole!" My mouth opens obediently.
He hawks noisily again, and I feel sick at what he was
about to do, then he spits the yellow phlegm into my
mouth and my stomach lurches. But I keep it in my
mouth, keep my mouth wide open for him to see.
"Disgusting pig! Taste it, keep it in your mouth, let
me see you taste it." So I swirl it around my mouth,
let him see me savour his mucus, and blink off more
spit that lands on my face. "Swallow my snot, you
worthless piece of shit!" I swallow.
His hands come around my throat, and I’m struggling to
breathe, wheezing, and he’s fucking me so hard my cunt
feels ready to tear apart. Black spots appear, and I’m
going to pass out again. But suddenly his hands are
gone, and his dick, and he’s sitting on my tits,
shoving his cock into my mouth. My head bangs against
the headboard, thump-thump-thumping so fast I’m dizzy
with the impacts and the speed and the dick stuffing up
my throat and his pubic hair stuffing up my nose. My
thighs cramp, his full weight is on me, I want to see
his happy face but all I see is his big hairy belly
thudding into my eyes.
He roars, cum spurts out of my nose, leak out of my
dickstuffed mouth. He relaxes, dick still in me, and I
can see nothing as he leans sweat soaked against my
face. I can breathe a bit now his dick is soft, and
most of the cum has left my nose. My cunt though, is
still dying for more cock.
I’m untied, and my limbs flop down. He drags me down
the bed and sits on my face, his cummy sweaty balls
over my nose and eyes, and he slides his ass back and
forth languidly, enjoying his afterglow, giving me a
whiff of his asshole as he rubs it over my nose. He
bounces lightly, shoving my nose more into his hole,
and I lick his balls, taste the salty sweat and try to
ignore the shit stink of his hole. He turns around, and
he stuffs his balls inside my mouth, and I feel my
cheeks bulge with the size of them.
He looks down at me, smiling meanly, his dick soft and
wet on my nose. "You look like shit, a fucked out slut,
but I bet you’re used to that."
Actually no, but I can’t say that as my mouth is
crammed full with his balls. I’ve been a good girl,
almost virginal, until now. I’ve had at most three sex
partners, and never for long.
He rubs his dick all over my face, cockwhips me a bit,
but it’s nothing too harsh. He’s still sated from his
cum and I wish I were. "Suck my ass."
I don’t want to but I do. He lifts his balls out and
sits back down with his hole over my mouth. My tongue
licks his hole, and my stomach reels at what I’m doing.
I try to ignore the taste but it’s impossible,
especially as he has me stick my tongue inside his hole
and wash it out. He’s moaning, rubbing his ass on me,
bouncing on my face, and I peer through the sweaty
hairy balls and fat dick flopping over my eyes to see
his content and happy face. It makes me feel good to
see that, and I just can’t help wondering why it took
me so long to become a slut when it’s all so obvious
it’s what I’m meant to be.
His fat ass bounces harder and harder and my face
virtually disappears inside his crack, and not
surprisingly, he suffocates me with his ass and the
next time I wake up, it’s morning.
I’m confused, because I don’t wake up in my bed. I
don’t wake up in any bed. I’m on the floor with my rug
over me, and for a minute I wonder if I had drunk so
much last night that I hadn’t managed to climb onto my
bed. It’s cold and hard and I struggle to get up,
except I can’t. My hands are tied behind me and they
are tied to my ankles. My cunt wets up as I realise I’m
hogtied and my memory hits me with everything that had
happened last night. Suddenly the cold hard floor and
the dirty rug don’t matter, I’m hot and dying for a
fuck.
I wriggle around and try to look up at the man on the
bed, but he’s deep under my duvet and I slump back down
and wait for him to wake. It’s a while until he does,
and the cold has seeped through and I’m shivering when
he finally grabs a hold of my hair and tugs me up. I
squeal, and his hand squeezes my throat and shuts me up
again, and with the hand around my throat and a fistful
of hair, he pulls me onto the bed. It’s painful, but at
least I’m on the warm bed and likely to get a good
fucking again.
"Open up, bitch!" He whacks my face with his cock and I
open my mouth eagerly. I love the taste of cock, love
the stink of a man’s crotch, and a fat slimy cock
plugging up my throat feels like the most natural thing
in the world. Then he starts pissing and I’m choking,
shocked and disgusted, but I swallow the piss anyway.
It tastes horrible, and stinks, and he lifts his cock
away from my mouth to show the stream as it lands in my
mouth, a strong brown yellow stream. I want to throw up
but I keep drinking his piss.
"Keep this last lot in your mouth," he says, and he’s
playing with his balls and watching greedily. I open
wide and stop swallowing and soon there’s a pool of
urine. I can feel it sloshing around as he moves me,
untying me and arranging me flat on my back. He lifts
my legs up and over my head, ties them to the
headboard. "Hold on to the rails, don’t spill the
piss."
I hold on to the rails and watch as he settles between
my legs, his dickhead pushing against my shithole, his
eyes fixed on my pisspool of a mouth. He fucks my ass
like that, staring at the piss sloshing about, as I
desperately try to keep it from spilling over against
his hard and fast fucking. Some spills out, of course,
stinging my eyes and trickling down my face onto the
bed. My jaw is sore by the time he pulls out and cums
all over my face, into my nose and blocking up my only
airway until I manage to blow it clear, into the
pisspool.
He grins, slaps my ass. "Stay put, cunt."
I stay there, mouth still open and full of cum as well
as piss now, as he takes a shower. He sings loudly, and
badly, and again the thought of my neighbours hearing
the crude song, hearing it come from my flat, makes my
cunt ache for dick.
He comes back dressed, and throws my mobile down on the
bed. "Swallow when I say you can."
And he leaves and I wait there, jaw really aching and
sore now, face sticky with cum, the taste and stink of
piss making me retch.
The mobile rings an eon later, and I fumble desperately
to answer.
"Let me hear you, whore!"
"Unghh," I say, through the urine in my mouth. It seems
to be enough.
"Swallow, say thank you."
I swallow and say thank you. He laughs, hangs up.
I lie back in my cum soaked and piss-stained bed,
breathe in the stink of his cum and piss and sweat, and
finger myself frantically until I finally get my
orgasm. It’s not enough and I hump my pillow until I
come again and again and again. I’m a slut, god, such a
fucking slut, a dirty whore to be used and abused, fuck
me, beat me, use me up and throw me away with the rest
of the garbage.
Slut wish: Whore
It wasn’t long before a man thought I was a real whore.
I don’t know why I was so surprised, considering the
way I have been dressing and acting in the bars.
Shortest skirts, just barely covering my bum, the
highest heels, lots of make-up, my amazing friendly
attitude to all the men. Want to grope me? Please do.
Tonight, I had on a tiny clingy red dress, low neck to
show off my cleavage, and an even lower back showing
flesh all the way to the rise of my bum. The hem just
about covered my bum, standing, but when sitting down,
not much was left to the imagination. Waxed smooth
cunt, barely covered by a red thong. Red-brown
crocodile boots, knee high. And my hair in bunches with
little flower clips here and there. Bright red lips,
sucking now and then on a lollipop. Child slut, that
was the look.
From the first moment I sat down at his table, he was
right in my space, his hand stroking up my thigh
without a second thought. I spread my legs a little,
just to help. He grinned, and barely a second later his
fingers were pumping in and out of my cunt.
Then he asked what the parameters were. Strange way to
ask for a date, I thought.
"See if we like each other, go from there." I was
finding it quite difficult to think, what with his
fingers and his lips at my neck and I’d never known my
neck could be such a hotspot.
"Don’t be so coy," he said, nipping me sharply. "How
much for an hour?"
Cluebus. I juiced up so fast my head spun. This was one
of my kinks, one I’d never had the nerve to go through
with before and all I had to do now was say yes and
live it. Live the life of a whore. I shivered.
"Ticklish?" he whispered, thinking it was from his
breath in my ear. He pinched my clit. I flinched,
gasped.
"No," I breathed out, eyes flutttering and voice
shaking as he shoved more fingers in. "Hundred." And
just like that, I’d done it.
"Expensive. You worth it?"
I panicked. Was it too expensive? I had no idea about
the going rate of whores. Was he going to refuse? Now
that I’d made my mind up, I was so turned on I couldn’t
bear it if he didn’t follow through. The seat was going
to be slimy with cunt juice as it was.
"Try me and see." I humped his fingers as discreetly as
I could, but there were people looking our way and I
knew it was nowhere near discreet enough.
He mulled it over, looking into my eyes and pretending
deep thought. I relaxed a bit at that. We were going to
do this. He was going to be my first john.
In the cab, he had me on my knees with his dick in my
mouth. "Just keep it warm, don’t suck."
It was still soft, and I was a bit insulted by that,
but it meant I could take most of it in without too
much discomfort, and keep it warm. I was so turned on,
so humiliated, my mouth just a place for his cock. It
must have lasted a good 20 minutes, him just relaxing
back in the cab seat and me on the floor trying to hold
steady as the cab drove us to my place. My jaw was
aching quite a lot by the time it was over.
My make-up must have been all smushed, crotches are
sweaty places, and the cabbie sneered as I got out. My
face flamed in shame.
"Get me a drink," he said, flopping down on my bed. He
made no move to undress. I poured him a generous
serving of JD, handed it over. "Put some music on,
striptease."
Striptease. I’d never done one in my life.
"Move your fucking ass!" He shouted, and I hurried over
to my CD collection. My heart was thudding. I didn’t
want to fuck this up, and just like that my mind was on
pleasing my john. It wasn’t really different from the
way I treated all the men lately, just only the paying
part, and as soon as I realised that, I wasn’t so
nervous anymore.
As the music started, I started dancing. It was just
like in the clubs, except – I slid my dress up to my
waist.
"Yeah, baby, spread those legs, spread those legs." He
was laughing, clapping mockingly. "Let me see some
humping."
I pulled my dress to just under my tits, fucked the air
for him, one hand stroking my cunt whilst the other
spanked my ass.
"Tits out, shake those tits!" I took them out, shook
them, squeezed them, licked my nipples. "Give me your
panties."
I threw it over, and he took a deep sniff, grinning
wide. "Nothing better than a wet whore. Come here. Say
ahhh." He stuffed the red thong into my mouth. "Say
thank you."
"Thank you, sir." It was distorted, but that was the
point and he laughed, waved me on regally to keep on
dancing.
My dress was just a belt around my waist now and I
shook my tits and wriggled my ass as much as I could. I
squatted down a few times, legs nicely spread to give a
good view, fingers pumping my cunt.
"Shove some fingers up your ass."
I bent over, looked back at him and humped my ass back
on my fingers.
"Suck them clean, lick away all your whore-slime." I
licked, sucking each finger clean, making it look like
I enjoyed it. I loved the taste of cock, not cunt or
ass.
"Lap dance."
I almost ran over. About time. I straddled him, and he
grabbed hold of my tits and rubbed his face in them,
mouthing and licking and biting. It felt so good. My
hips were wriggling on his lap, my cunt happily
grinding against the rough cloth of his jeans and the
hard lump of his cock.
"Sit on my dick, get my dick out, get that cunt on my
dick!" He was breathing hard, spanking my ass to hurry
me along. I didn’t have to be told twice. I was so hot
and so wet and I just slid down easily on his hard, hot
cock. "Bounce, bounce, look at those fucking tits go!
Faster, bitch!"
He was leaning back on his hands, watching me bounce
madly. His eyes were fixed on my tits, helping them
along with a slap now and then, even though they were
flopping around hard enough to be painful.
"Squeeze that cunt, harder! Come on, you useless whore,
earn your fucking money!"
I squeezed my cunt muscles harder, bounced on his dick
faster, stuck out my chest more. He was slapping my
tits, one then the other, on and on, side to side,
harder and harder and it hurt so good.
"Let me see your panties, let it hang out, bite it with
your teeth, pull your lips way back." He tugged my
cheeks back to help, pushed my lips away from my teeth
and gums. I blushed a brighter red seeing in my mind
how stupid I must look. I kept bouncing on his dick,
red thong now bouncing in time from my mouth.
"Get off." I got off, legs wobbly. I needed to come so
badly. "Grab your ankles."
I yelped as he shoved his dick up my ass with one quick
thrust. His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed in
again and again, and I was so glad I had got into the
habit of lubing my ass before going out.
"Move over to the mirror." I started to straighten up.
"Did I tell you to get up, you stupid cunt?" He slapped
my ass hard. "Get those hands back on your ankles and
move, bitch!"
I shuffled over to my full-length mirror, bent over
with my fingers wrapped around my ankles and his dick
still in my ass.
"Look up."
I couldn’t look up much, and I knew better now then to
let go of my ankles, so all I could see in my mirror
was my wrinkled forehead and eyes and the red thong
hanging down. He started slamming into me, fast and
hard, and all I could do was hang on for dear life. My
forehead banged against the mirror a few times, but he
changed his grip and nicely stopped me from getting
knocked out.
My shit-chute burned from the fucking he was giving me,
I couldn’t breathe properly all bent down double, I
felt stupid … and I loved it. My cunt juice was just
trickling down my thighs.
"Yeah, bitch! Riding your whore ass!" He was spanking
my ass and cursing me, and I had to shift quickly to
stop myself falling into the mirror now that he was
holding me up with only one hand. "You my pony, bitch?"
"Yes, sir," I answered through my clenched teeth.
"Say it, you stupid cunt!" His hand slammed down on my
ass, his cock thrust in brutally. I hit my head again
in the mirror.
"I’m your pony, sir."
"Ride your pony," he grunted out, both hands back on my
hips and fucking harder. It was really starting to
hurt, I needed more lube in my ass. "Keep saying it."
"Ride your pony, sir." My voice was shaking so much
from the fucking, and distorted from the panties in my
mouth, but clarity wasn’t what he was asking for. He
just wanted to hear me do as I was told. "Ride your
pony, sir." I kept saying it over and over.
He came hard, cursed, spanked my ass one last time and
pulled out. "Stay put."
I was bent over with my ass the tallest part of me,
holes red and open and leaking cum and cunt juice.
Through my legs, I watched him go into the bathroom and
shut the door. I could have straightened up, but I
didn’t. There was the fear of what he would do if he
found me disobeying, but more than that, it was simply
because I do as I’m told. I like doing as I’m told, and
no matter how depraved the orders are, I love it and I
wish I had just listened to my cunt earlier and done
this years ago. Submissive slave sluts like me can’t be
content living any other way.
The toilet flushed and he came out, his shirt in his
hand. That was the first time he had taken any clothes
off, whereas I … actually, technically, I still had all
my clothes on. My boots, my dress even if it was just a
red strip around my waist, and my thongs even though it
wasn’t where it was supposed to be.
He stripped completely and settled on the bed. He
couldn’t leave me like this. He did. For about half an
hour he talked on the phone, sometimes taking photos of
me and sending it out to whoever was on the other end.
My whole body must have flushed red in embarrassment
and still I didn’t move. My cunt dripped even more.
"Come here, bitch."
I nearly stood up, but I stopped myself in time and
instead waddled over in the same position.
"Good cunt," he said, reaching down to pat my head. I
felt ridiculously pleased at the praise. "Fetch my
socks."
I waddled back to where his clothes were, on the floor.
On the floor. I looked at the socks, wondering how to
do this. I spread my legs, wider and wider, trying to
get my mouth low down enough to get his socks, I tried
squatting, but no matter what I tried, it just didn’t
work. He was enjoying himself, laughing and clicking
away taking pictures.
"You can crawl, hands and knees. Say thank you."
"Thank you, sir." I grabbed his socks with my mouth,
ignoring the smell, making sure to keep my panties
inside still and crawled back to him. He held my chin,
reached for the socks – and pushed them in further,
hitting the back of my throat. I gagged but didn’t pull
away.
"Fetch my boxers."
I crawled back to his clothes, found his boxers and
crawled back. I expected it this time when he stuffed
them into my mouth too. My mouth was feeling pretty
full and dry. I wish I’d had a drink before this.
"You’ve got a big face cunt, handy for a whore, eh? Or
did all the cocks you suck bash it bigger for you?" He
slapped my face. "Huh?" Slapped me again, harder. I got
tears in my eyes. "Answer me, you dumb bitch!"
"Uh, uh." It was a muffled mumble, exactly what he
wanted.
"I think your hole can take a bit more. Fetch some of
your panties from the bathroom."
The only panties in the bathroom were the dirty ones,
and I crawled there resigned to tasting more of my
cunt. Worse than my cunt, days old cunt. There really
wasn’t enough space in my mouth to fit them in but I
cheated a bit and used my hands to make them stay put
long enough to get to him.
"Good girl," he patted my head again, his fingers
pushing the underwear further into my mouth. It felt
like it was going into my throat, gagging me and making
me gag. "Cute. Now, get me some tights, stockings."
There was no way I could get them in my mouth, but I
crawled over to the drawers and looked back at him. He
grinned. "Fine, use your paws. Say thank you."
"Uh, uh, uh."
He pulled one stocking over my head, letting most of
the length flop over on top. My eyes felt weird, trying
to blink under the tight fabric. The other he used to
gag me, tying it off tightly at the back.
"And now the finishing touch." He got a pen from my
bedside table and grabbing my throat, pulled me up
enough to comfortably let him write across my tits.
Whore. It was more humiliating than I could have
imagined, to actually have a man do all these things to
you, instead of reading about similar and fantasizing,
and I needed to come desperately. "All done. Say
cheese." He held his camera phone ready.
"Uhhh."
"Use your face and your tits to get me hard again." I
crawled onto the bed, rubbed my stockinged and gagged
face against his cock and balls, then my tits, and back
to my face. I kept going back and forth until cock hard
and dripping precum, he threw me onto my back, hands on
my ankles and my knees either side of my tits.
I cried out as he thrust in, completely unheard through
my gag, right up my ass, slamming away full speed from
the word go. I wasn’t complaining, I was too busy
coming and coming. I’d managed to hold off coming until
now, trying to be a good whore who waited for her john
to get his fill first, but I just couldn’t anymore.
He spurted on my face, the stocking covering giving a
whole new feeling to the familiar experience. I
couldn't just blink away the cum on my eyes, they
stayed, white and thick, sticking firm to the fine
netting. He groaned, squeezed off the last drops of cum
under my nose, and once again, took pictures.
"Sorry, cunt, only worth fifty." He grinned, waved the
cash in front of my dazed and cummy eyes. "Your money,
honey, let me put it in a safe place for you."
He shoved it up my ass, and I flinched but he held me
firm as he used the pen to push it in deep. I closed my
eyes, my cunt aching again in need.
"Say thank you," he said, slapping my ass to get my
attention.
"Uh, uh, uh."
"Play with yourself while I get dressed."
I did, gratefully, shoving my fingers in my cunt and
twisting my tits. Then I realised he’d left the pen in
my butt and dug for it, then used it as a dildo whilst
the other hand shoved in and out of my sopping wet
pussy. So good, this was so good. I’d been well and
thoroughly abused and – it had been so very, very good.
When I came to my senses, he was gone. I lay there,
making no move to take off the stockings and gags, or
to take out the pen or the money in my ass. I lay there
with whore marked on my tits and fell asleep completely
satisfied, my fingers tracing the letters.
~tbc~
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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