Part III

"Would it be too much to ask you to clean up the mess?  I mean, you're already down there?"  I said playfully.

"I would be honored," she laughed. "Just don't ask me to lick it up.  I mean I will since it's not a limit, but, um ... yeah."

I got her a towel, a bucket, and some spray cleaner to kill the smell and watched her get to work.  If she was bothered by any of it, she didn't indicate it.  We chatted and laughed, mostly about what a whore she was, and how she'd never expected to be so humiliated or drink piss.  When I asked her if she'd enjoyed it she said yes.  When I'd asked her if she'd do it again, she said definitely.  "I like to do everything at least 3 times before I pass judgment, just to make sure."  Her reply was semi-flirtatious, but I was sure she meant every word of it.

"I want to get a shower," she said when she was done cleaning.  I told her sure, so she slipped off her collar and set it on the table.  "I don't think it should get wet.  Or wetter." She just wanted to make sure I didn't think she was disappointed or unhappy with how things were going. 

I gave her directions to the bathroom, and then went into the bedroom while she cleaned up. Once she was done she had no trouble finding me since the bathroom was right next to the bedroom in my small apartment.  Naked and damp she invited herself right into bed and snuggled up to me.

"No collar, whore?" I asked, but it was more of an observation.
"I can get it if you want, but it's .. uh ... not clean."
"Good point."
"I'm all your though," she teased.  "Same limits.  Besides, I don't have any clothes.  I can't get away."
"Good point."

We talked and laughed, this time about more casual things.  I still called her Whore.  She still called me Sir.  No names yet. No kisses either.  Then again, it's not like we'd fucked.

It was only 10:30.  Early actually.  Our talk turned back to sex.  I asked her if she had any fantasies she wanted to try, and she asked me to take her blindfolded to the nearest frat-house.  We laughed, but I asked her if there was something else.  She told me she was all mine for whatever I wanted and that was her fantasy.  "I like to be used," she confessed.  "Really used. Feel it for days used."  If that isn't an invitation I don't know what is.

Again I started giving her instructions, mostly playing with herself as before, but I gradually introduced letting her touch me.  I had her put one hand on my cock while she played with herself with the other.  Meanwhile my hands were exploring her body - her tits, her neck, her face, her mouth.  She seemed to enjoy sucking my fingers and I slide them in and out of her mouth, sometimes going - gently - nice and deep.  I gave her neck playful little caresses and chokes, and her tits some pinches and smacks.

We had discussed pain on cam earlier that day, so I knew she was open to it.  It certainly wasn't on her limit list.  Even so, she encouraged me as I gave her nipples some hard pulls and twists.  I gradually got rougher with her tits as we played.  Her hands were still occupied with one in her cunt and another on my cock.  Then she introduced me to her tits.

I've never been into body party naming, but for some people it's a thing.  Whore had given each of her tits a different name, based on two girls she knew and hated in high school.  She confessed that she liked having her tits abused hard, and like to think of those girls she hated taking all the abuse.  It was silly, and just a little sick, so I liked it.  The intensity of the abuse for those two girls picked up over the next several minutes, and Whore's dirty talk picked up as well.

"Hurt that filthy bitch.  Smack her hard.  Bruise her.  Leave a mark."

Hand slapping soon turned to being beaten with a brush, alternating between the stiff bristles and the smooth back.  Ever so often I'd turn the brush around to fuck her mouth or pussy with the handle.  I took a few minutes break to tie her hands together behind her head, then the abuse continued.  Hard smack.  Bristle stabbing. Nipple twisting and pulling and hard as I could, which usually resulted in screams that she tried to muffle so the neighbors wouldn't flip.  Brush handle in her mouth, then her cunt, then her mouth, then more tit abuse.

The sharp crack of my open hand HARD on her cunt took her by complete surprise and she let out a genuine full scream.  It was the first time I actually touched her pussy.   She looked at me, but didn't say anything.  I returned my attention to her breasts.  The abuse continued for a rather long time, until her tits were bruised and sore.  Not once did she utter single protest.

The brush handle found a way into her ass.  She had mentioned earlier that she had tried anal a couple times, but that it always hurt her, but she didn't offer any resistance to the brush.  Honestly, it didn't matter if it hurt, that wasn't my goal.  What I really wanted to do was see what would happen when that brush handle left her ass.... and went straight into her mouth.

No complaints.  No objects.  Just soft purrs as she sucked.

Same thing the second time it happened.  Same thing the third.  I asked her if she was an ass to mouth whore, and she responded.  "I'm an ass to mouth whore."  Good girl, I told her.

I smacked her tits and cunt a few more times, then worked my hand across her pussy.  I played with her for awhile, then got on top of her and fucked her.  As I pushed into her she squirmed, frustrated by her tied hands.  I wrapped my hands around her neck - firmly, not choking, but hard enough to let her know I was in control of her.  She was mine.  I didn't relax my grip until I'd cum.  And for those playing at home, yes, I was wearing a condom.  

I untied her. We talked.  We went to slept.

Very briefly....  the next morning came.  She woke up first and slipped into the bathroom to pee.  She came back to bed and started sucking my cock.  When I told her I needed to pee she just grinned as said she was ready.  I called her a good whore, and the we shifted positions so I was standing over her.  Using a lot more control and pinch my cock when I needed to, I relieved myself right into her mouth and she drank ever drop.  When I was done she smiled and told me "see, I told you I do everything 3 or 4 times."  I turned her around right then and there and fucked her doggie style, pulling her hair, and slapping her ass, while she screamed "Fuck this dirty piss whore."  Funny thing was, I didn't tell her to say it, she just started doing that on her own.

I cooked her breakfast.  We showered, one at a time.  I tossed one of my t-shirts to wear, which almost came down enough to cover her pussy, but the lips and her ass still hung out the bottom.  I got dressed, and we went to the car.  On the drive home, we talked about bullshit, but she didn't put on her dress.  I dropped her off where I picked her up, which she said was "a few blocks" away from her home.  She got out of the car, holding her dress and walked around to my side.  Her nipples were sticking up straight, and there were plenty of obscene word visible on her legs and arms.  The she leaned over into my window and thanked me for a good time.  When she leaned over the t-shirt rolled up over her ass, showing it off to the world, even though not many people were around.

"I want you to think about me dressed like this all the way home," she said slyly then planting a big kiss on my lips. Our first kiss.  I'd fucked her twice, pissed in her mouth twice, watched her masturbate twice, and beat and bruised her tits, but that was our first kiss.   I still didn't know her name. 


"It's a couple of blocks," she teased, wagging her ass.

I asked her if I would see her again and she told me to check my phone, then turned and walked away.  I watched her walk for awhile, as she kept her promise not to put the dress on, with her ass hanging out from under the shirt, then I checked my phone. 

At some point during the night a new number had been added under the name: WHORE.

Part II

So Whore was there naked in my car, having just made herself cum while I was driving around.  Now I was ready to actually go someplace, so I turned toward my place.  I was definitely pleased with her so far, so I told her she was a good little whore.  I was especially pleased that she didn't ask to put her dress back on, whether she was thinking it or not.  Instead we just talked about sex.  Mostly I was quizzing her about whether she'd ever been naked driving around before or rubbed one out in a car while someone else was driving.  She told me that she was only 20 and a lot of this was new to her, but she'd made herself cum for a few guys - seems that guys like that - just never in a car.

By the time we got to my place the sun was completely down.  It was setting when we had left the restaurant and getting darker as we drove around. 

I pulled into a parking space and turned off the car.  "I guess the dress is staying off," she said.  "Is that a problem?" I asked.  "It's scary, but you're the boss.  I knew what I was getting into when I put the collar on."  "That's a good whore." "Mmmm," she approved. "I suppose the dress stays in the car too."  I don't know if she was telling me that's what she wanted, or that she knew I wanted it and it was ok.  I liked both of those thoughts and told to get out of the car.

I was nice and parked in my usual spot.  I suppose it would have been hot, naughty, evil, or interesting to park far away from my apartment and make her walk around a bit naked, but I didn't think of it then.  Besides, public nudity is really only good for places you don't want to go back to in case you get caught.  A short walk to the car we could get away with easily, but a long walk just after sunset would be stupid. 

I did take my time going from car to apartment though, just to make her squirm a bit.

In we went, and her first instruction was "Down on your knees, whore."  "Yes, sir!" She was very enthusiastic.  I had her open my pants and pull them down and off of me, and then instructed her to take my cock into her mouth, no hands. I wanted her lips on my cock to be our first real touch.  No kissing.  No hands on cock.  Lips.  Between sucks she told me she'd been waiting for my cock since dinner and the way I making her suck it was perfect.  She confessed her glory hole fantasy and told me this was a lot like how she'd imagined it.  No names.  No hands.  No other touch.

I told her to shut up and show me how much she could take it.  "Prove to me you're a good cocksucker, whore."  Prove it she did.  I've had deep throat before, but despite what porn makes you think, really very few girls can do it.  Or if they do it, they save it for special people and special occasions.   In fact, I've found that sometimes when you show a woman photographic evidence of her cocksucking skills, she's a bit embarrassed or disappointed how much she's NOT taking it.  This girl could take it, and take it ALL.  Best deep throat ever, no comparison.  Damn impressive for a 20-year-old. 

Did I mention that I hit the jackpot?  Plain and simple. If the date ended there it could have been one of the best fucks ever.  The car play and the deep throat, yeah, I'd done it all before, but attached to a 20-year-old, hot-bodied, nympho that I'd only met a few hours earlier, and not even told me her name.  Sometimes a hot fuck is more than just the physical.  This was mental.  She was 20 times as hot inside as out, and she was damn hot on the outside.  This kind of a girl was a keeper, if only I could be that lucky.  Finding her was lucky enough, but could I be that lucky?

I kept talking dirty to her while she sucked and throated me.  I had her playing with her tits and cunt with those free hands of hers, while I gave her some good ideas about what I might do with her if we could go full time.  I told her I'd put her on a leash and walk her naked to a frat party with her hands tied together behind her back.  Since she had the whole glory hole fantasy I told her I'd put a blindfold on her and lead her into a room where the big party was and make her get down on her knees and suck every cock that wanted her whore mouth.  Girls would hate her.  Guys would use her.  Maybe a few girls would use her too.  All night and into the morning for hours and hours.  She'd never see any of them or know their names.   Everyone would know here as Whore though.

When she came up for air she encouraged me with a few "fuck yeahs" and "holy fucks".  Her eyes were begging for me to fuck her,  and her mouth went after my cock with more and more enthusiasm by the second.  I could see her start to roll her hips as she played with her cunt.  She was totally turned on and I loved ever second of it.  Having the power to turn a woman into a fucktoy... if you don't get it, you don't get it.  She, Whore, had totally lost it.  She had gotten to that point where anything I said she would do.  I was pretty sure I could break boundaries, if she had given me any real ones that is.

As I neared orgasm I grabbed the back of her head, gripped her hair tightly, and started reaming that face harder than I'd ever fucked a face before.  I don't know what came over me, but I'm usually more polite about a blowjob, especially when it's nice and deep.  No, this time I was animal and she was fuckmeat.  My cock banged the back of her throat HARD about three, maybe for times before I shot what felt like a half gallon into the back of the throat.  Yeah, I know what it feel like and what it is,  isn't the same.

Her gagging was the most miserable thing I've ever seen in real life.  Full choking, major tears.  And some deep breathing after to recover.

"How'd you like that for about ten hours and dozens of guys?" I teased her.

She looked up at me, bracing herself with her hand on my leg because she could barely stand. "I want it." It was somewhere between a whisper, a gasp, and a beg. "I'm such a total whore.  If you can make that happen I will do it.  I'll do it now. Tomorrow.  Every fucking night. Oh my god, fuck me, I'm such a whore."

She started rubbing her face against my cock.  "Say it again." "Fuck me, I'm a whore."  "Again." "Fuck me, I'm a whore."  .... again and again and again.  I told her to lie on her back on tile floor and play with herself while she kept chanting.  I took a seat.  I was wiped out... at least physically.  She'd have to play with herself for awhile.

We kept eye contact while she played with her cunt and kept telling me what a whore she was.  It didn't take long at all for her rapid breathing to tell me she was close to another orgasm.

"Let's see if your limits are real," I teased her.  I could see a look of worry on her face.  She was worried that I might demand to go past her limits - kids, shit, or blood - and she didn't want to face a decision.  She knew she'd consider it, and didn't know if she'd say do. 

I had no intention of breaking her limits, but she'd left me a pretty big territory to cover that didn't encroach on her boundaries.  It was those things that we'd end up exploring.

I grabbed a black sharpie from a tin can full of pens that I kept in the living room next to a pad of paper that mostly got used for grocery lists.

"Are you a whore?" "Yes."  I wrote the word WHORE in big letters across her chest.
"Are you a fuckpig?" Yes." FUCKPIG.
"Are you a cunt?" "Yes." CUNT.

As the list of words kept growing on her body, she kept playing with her cunt the whole time.  At one point I told her she couldn't cum without permission, but she also wasn't allowed to stop twiddling herself.  Her mouth hung open most of the time, and I knew she was forcing herself not to cum.... and it was very difficult.

There was enough writing on her body that even if she wore her dress a lot of it - on her arms and legs, and the word WHORE on top of her chest wouldn't be covered.

"God, I need to cum."
"Are you a piss drinking whore?"  We had already discussed that she'd never done it, but it wasn't a limit.
"Yes."
"Are you a piss drinking whore?" "Yes."
"Are YOU a piss drinking whore?" "YES!"

The words PISS DRINKING we added right above the word WHORE, right under her collar bone.

"Open you mouth and cum for me, whore."

The tempo of her fingering picked up, and I noticed she liked to rub herself in little swirls.  She immediately began belting a loud moan that could only accompany orgasm, and that's when I unleashed a full load of piss into her face.  Yeah.  She had gone to the bathroom after dinner, but I hadn't. That was 2 hours ago.

"Drink every drop whore."

She did her best.  The orgasmic moaning combined with a piss filled mouth to make an almost gargling noise.  She tried to drink.  It probably didn't even occur to her to spit it out instead of drinking it.  Maybe she swallowed half... Maybe. 

Her orgasms stopped, but she kept rubbing her cunt until I was all out of piss.  When I was done, she was gasping for air again.

"Holy fuck."  She said, and leaned back on the floor, lying in a puddle of piss that had poured out of her mouth.  I alerted her to that fact and she just smiled.  "Say it," I said.  "Say what?"  "Say you're lying a puddle of piss that you didn't drink but tried."
Her smile was radiant, but she said it.  And said it again. And again. And a few more times.

"And you haven't even gotten out the doorway." I teased.

"I guess that makes me a filthy whore."  And she was happy about it.  Smiling.  Full of pride, even,

(to be continued)

I suppose this will sound like I'm bragging, but really I want to write this all down so I can remember.  Every once in awhile a fuck comes along so fantastic that you know you're going to measure every other fuck in your life against it.  If you've ever been with an amazing partner and then lost them, you'll know what I'm saying.  You just can't believe you'll ever find anything like that again.

Her name was "Whore."  I met her on-line over webcam.  The first time I saw her she was naked.  I chatted her up a bit, talked about some common sexual interests, and, for once, she was close enough to meet so I asked her if she wanted to.  She was nervous, but agreed.  "I just don't feel comfortable telling you my name," she said.

I get it.  A girl's got to be careful with guys she meets on the internet.  He could end up as a rapist, or a stalker, or god only knows what.  Not giving a name, or giving out a phone number,  and meeting in a public place are just general safety precautions, especially if you're meeting on a BDSM site.  No worries.  I was kind of surprised that she agreed to Whore as a name though.  I commented that anonymous sex could be hot as hell, and she just smiled back at me over the cam.

We made all the plans.  She picked a public place to meet, and we agreed on some signals.  She would wear a dress, no bra, no panties, and bring a collar with her.  The collar would be a signal.  If she was interested in more than just talk, she would put it on, letting me know I was all hers for the night.  "I'm really very submissive.  If you tell me to do stuff I'll probably just start doing it," she said on cam.  "I'm pretty easy to take advantage of."  So this was her signal.  I wouldn't be giving directions until she was ready.

I asked her about limits.  Her answer was boner-popping in its sincerity.  "I like to please, so once I get with someone I'll do anything.  I probably don't have limits.  Just no blood, poop, or kids."  I started asking some specifics just to see if she was serious.  Pain? She said she loved it.  Anal?  She's done it, but it really hurts and she doesn't enjoy it, but she didn't say no.  Piss? At this point she emphasized that she would do anything to please, even though that's something she's never done, and she'd already told me her limits.

We were good to go.

I met her about an hour later, right where she said.  There she was, as advertised.  Blue-green sleeveless dress. The no bra was obvious, which gave me a thrill.  Yeah, part of it was the control that she had dressed that way for me.  Part of it was knowing she loved sex so much.  And part of it was just me loving when a woman dresses slutty or whore-y in public.

For those who care about the looks, she was 20.  Nice large breasts.  Cute face, with short hair.  She was a little heavy, but the word heavy isn't really fair to her.  I don't like skinny women. I like real women.  When I grab them I don't want to feel like I'm holding a sack of bones. So yeah, most folks these days might call her heavy, but I call her healthy.  Honestly, the perfect weight and shape.  I was damn lucky, especially for a guy my age.  Looks alone made this girl a jackpot.

We went to dinner.  Noplace special.  Some casual eatery place with good food because it wasn't a chain.  Friday night meant it was packed, so we had plenty of time to talk.  I still didn't know her name, so mostly I didn't call her anything, but every now I then I snuck in a Whore and she gave me a Sir.

An hour later the meal ended and she got up to use the ladies room.  I waited as patiently as I could knowing this could be big moment.  She might come back wearing that collar, or she might not come back at all.  Maybe the whole collar thing would wait for date 2 or 3, or their might never be another date.

I spied her returning half way across the restaurant, shit-eating grin across her face, collar on.  Yeah, I've met girls on the net before, and had some really kinky times.  Up until that night the best I had got was the girl who opened her apartment door naked on the second date.  This night was going to top it.

We left the restaurant and walked back to my car.  I couldn't keep my hands off her, so I presented my arm for her to hang off of.  She took in and slide in close so her hips brushed up against my leg.  We were both walking fast because we knew some fantasy sex was on the way.  All the way to the car I kept thinking about how much I wanted to strip that dress off her right there on the street and parade her around naked.  I was hoping she had a change of total slut clothes in bag that she could slip into so I could show her off and turn some heads, but somehow that bag didn't look big enough for even the tiny skirt and shirt combo I was thinking about.

I whispered my thoughts into her ear and she just smiled.  I knew if we had the clothes she would change into them, and I wondered if she'd strip naked in the street.  The fact that I didn't know, and that she just might was turning me on big time.

We got into the car and drove off.  I just started driving around, with no clear destination.  We'd end up at her place or my place eventually, but I had other things in mind first.  I had her hike up that dress and start playing with herself.  Sure enough there were no panties which gave me that extra rush from being in control.  I had her finger her clit, push her fingers deep in her cunt, first one then two, lick her juices off her fingers, repeat over and over and over.  I told her to pull her tits out of her dress and play with them. 

"You going to touch?" she said in a breathy, dreamy voice.

"Not yet.  I'm driving."  I was planning that the next time we touched would be when her lips wrapped around my cock.

The Whores and Sirs were coming more frequently as I directed her hands.  Boobs, cunt, mouth, back and forth over and over.  Every now and then I caught a glance of a few stares.  I'm sure I missed the one million other.  "Off with the dress, whore."  Off went the dress.  I kept driving around with nowhere to go.

Time passed.  We drove around.  She kept fingering as orders.  My car smelled like cunt.  "I'm gonna cum," she moaned.  "Scream you're a filthy whore." "I'm a filthy whore." "Don't stop." "I'm a filthy whore." "Louder."  "I'm a filthy WHO-ORE!"  As she cam she chanted it 3 more times, until she couldn't speak anymore.  I told her not to stop and watched her jill it until she *couldn't* go on. 

She collapsed into the seat and sank back so noone would see her anymore.

"Your place or mine?" I asked.

"Anywhere you want," she said.  The look on her place was pure bliss.

(will continue)