Owning the Whore

The sight made Ian do a double take. It wasn't a particularly warm autumn evening, even he was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans when out walking Arny, his black lab, and Ian was known for being one of those perpetually hot people - nothing heavier then a sweatshirt in the dead of a winter storm.

And yet this girl had on a t shirt rolled all the way up to just below her small tits and a skirt that seemed nothing more then a strip of tight cloth around her hips. Her hips! If it was lighter out, Ian was sure he could see the very tip of her panties sneaking out the bottom, they were so short. Open-toes, high-as-hell heeled shoes completed the look. Bleached blond hair, straight down her shoulders - he guessed she would have some heavy make-up on, too, but it was too dark to see even with the streetlights that dotted the streets of the development. She didn't even look cold, but then, she also had her two companions pretty much draped across her, bumping as much of their bodies across hers as they could.

Two young black kids, wearing heavy winter coats that hung down to their knees, no doubt concealing shirts that were too long and jeans that were too loose - that seemed to be the trend theses days, Ian had noticed, in the kids that walking around his neighborhood. Wasn't a look he liked, but for the high-school crowd - well, he was sure what he wore back in those days wouldn't suite the modern student. To each generation, their own look. The boys were looked a bit older then the girl, one being a tall, lean youth, maybe 18, and the other, a husky kid, but solid, at most 16.

Which, by Ian's estimates, made the girl 14 or 15. He wondered, briefly, how her parents let her out of the house looking like that. Then, giving the parents the benefit of the doubt, decided that she probably didn't leave the house looking that way, but shred some clothing once she left the door.

He had thought that he was being a least a little discreet in his stares, or at least discreet enough to be missed, the boys' attentions so focused on the girl. It seemed, however, that he was wrong.

"What the fuck you looking at?" The younger one, it seemed, was a bit more bold and confrontational.

Arny titled his head as he peered at them. He wasn't the brightest of dogs, but he loved everyone. Being yelled at confused him greatly. Ian shook his head, "Nothing."

"What, you got a problem?" The kid took a step, trying to act intimidating. He wasn't really, but the last thing Ian wanted was a scene in the middle of the street in his development.

"No, no problem. Just admiring the scenery," Ian said, acting nonchalant and passive.

And though pacifying the boy, his words perked the girls ears. She took a step away from her entourage and struck a bit of a pose, showing off her less-then-fully clothed young body for him. "So, what do you think? You like?"

She was teasing him, he knew, and most likely anything he said would set something off with her boys. It would be smart to just nod and walk on. And that's what he was going to do.

But he just couldn't. "Very sexy," Ian said, surprised to hear himself say it. His tone was dead on - light, and yet serious with a touch of playful in it. He wasn't sure how he managed it; he could never get the tone right when talking to women his own age.

The two boys were stunned. Apparently this was not the first time their female companion had pulled this little stunt, but it was a first time they had gotten such results. They were not sure how to deal. She, however, was smiling sweetly, seductively, and strolled a bit closer, making sure to wiggle her body as she walked.

She spoke low. "If you like me that much, I can go home with you. I'm not free, but you can use me any way you like."

Arny was at her side in a moment, as she pent over to pet the friendly lab while Ian decided. His eyes drank in her look - way too young for this to be okay. And way to hot for him to say no. It was quickest moral struggle of his life, and the one he was most excited about loosing.

"Okay."

She turned at once, back to her boys. "Sorry guys. Some other night. I'm going with a real man." And petting Arny on the head, she added, "And his dog."

There was much cursing and swearing right then on the street, but she took Ian's arm in her own and started leading him back the way she came. "Name is Claire, by the way."

"Ian."

"Nice to meet you. Where do you live? It's fucking cold as hell out here."

* * * *

"I'll cut the crap and get right to prices," Claire said as soon as the front door closed. "Five for a handjob, ten for a blow; I'm a nice girl: I let you cum how you want. On my face, on my tits, make me swallow - all the same. Twenty for the pussy; I'm no virgin, but I'm not on the pill, either, so if you pick the cunt, you wrap your pack."

Ian couldn't believe his ears. First, he had figured a young girl whore could make a lot of money fucking perverts like him, so the cost seemed very low. Second, for some reason, listening to her list of her prices was complete turning him on. It felt very wrong to be so horny for her, which made him want her even more. He was no strange to sex and lust, but Ian had never wanted someone more in his entire life then he wanted to fuck this girl right now.

However, much to his dismay, he realized he didn't have any condoms in the house. His last girlfriend had been on the patch, and he hadn't restocked his supply in the two weeks since they broke up. When he told her that, Claire just shrugged.

"You're limited to mouth or ass, then."

"Ass?"

"Yeah, you know. Anal sex."

Ian laughed. "I know what you meant. You didn't list that price."

"Thirty bucks."

"Then thirty it is," Ian said. He reached for his wallet, but she just shook her head.

"Afterwards. Oh, and I'm thirteen, by the way. Still up for it?"

"Oh fuck yeah!"

She grinned. "Excellent!"

Ian led her up to the bed room, both of them in a frenzy as they ripped off their clothing and tossing the articles carelessly to the floor. Ian was amazed that she seemed as eager for this as he was, and as soon as she was naked, she was on her knees, admiring his cock.

"I see you are ready to go!" she moaned, diving her mouth down on his dick, taking it all in one swift motion and then pulling back off. "I like that. I like it when a guy's just ready for it." She dove back down again, working her mouth hard, building up a heft coat of saliva to slick up Ian's cock.

After a few more plunges in and out, she was up off the floor and on all fours on Ian's bed, young her ass facing him. She seemed so small and fragile compared to all the other women he had had on that bed, so lean and slim and young - god, it was so exciting. And the way wiggled her butt at him, so enticing. No one else had ever been so sexy or seemed to want him so much.

She shifted, letting her head and shoulders hold her weight so that she could reach around and spread her ass-cheeks, exposing the rosy bud of her anus. She touched her hole, moaning as she connected, and rubbed around in slow circles. "God, I want that cock of yours, Ian. I want it deep inside my ass. Spit on my ass, get me wet so I can take that fucking cock up my shitter."

Ian groaned with lust and stepped up to the bed. Feeling so big and powerful, towering over her, he did as she instructed and spit right into her ass crack. She squeened with joy as her fingers collected the glob and spread it all over, even pushing a bit inside of her. She seemed to love it, and it had thrilled him to do it, so he worked up another ball of saliva and spit on her again. She reacted with even more delight, and once applied, began to finger her rear passage with her index finger, sliding it in and out of her clutching anus with vigor.

"I want it, Ian. I need it. Come, fuck my ass!"

He couldn't wait any longer. He lunged for her, grabbed her hips in his hands, and thrust. He had done girls up the butt before, and he had always gone slow, took his time, made sure to be gentle, and used a gracious helping of lube. And yet, here, pure lust and animal desire took over; minimal lubing at beast, and a very petite girl's ass was stabbed violently with his adult cock. His first thrust only got him in a few inches, but he pulled back and thrust again, and again, driving deeper with each stab until, at last, all of his length was inside of her.

She had screamed the whole time, but cries of lust and pleasure, not those of pain, and much to Ian's surprise, when he felt his thighs meet the soft flesh of her ass, it was Claire that began to fuck against him, pumping her little body for all she was worth against him. Her ass clung tight to his rod, squeezing him harder then any woman ever before. She fucked with such force and energy then any other lover; as their rhythme came in time, the mad dash of wild lust, Ian was near cumming already. It was the fuck of his life, and nothing before this had ever come close in comparison.

Claire was enjoying herself as well, if her shouts were any indication. She used her whole body, seeming to fall forward and then heave herself back. The sound of their bodies slapping together mixed with Ian's moans and Claire's unbridled words. "Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my ass. Oh god, oh god! Oh GOD!!" Her body shook as she screamed, and Ian couldn't help but think she was cumming herself as they went, though her small body never slowed.

In fact, she wanted more. "God, fuck it. Fuck it! Harder, harder, harder, harder!"

It was never hard enough, never fast enough, and as they went, their sex kept climbing in velocity. She seemed to cum over and over again throughout it, but after each orgasm, she just fucked him back even harder. Ian had more then enough energy to keep going, but he was amazed at how her words actually spurred him on, faster and harder with every thrust.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum," he said.

"Cum in my ass! Fill my shitter with your cum! MMMM, yeah! Cum in my ass!"

Ian exploded. He shoved his cock deep inside and just unleashed his pent up desire deep inside of her. His cock jerked and spat, spewing his load; his word whirled around his head, and for a few moments, there, he thought the pleasure of it all would make him fall to the ground.

Just as the last of his cum was emptying into her ass, Claire pulled off Ian's cock. In a second she had spun and was taking his dick into her mouth, sucking the cum from his dick and cleaning off the taste of herself left on his shaft.

Ian was amazed she was sucking his dick right from her ass, amazed and completely turned on by this dirty little whore he had found. She was looking up at him, a smile on her face - or as much of one as she could have with a cock in her mouth. She sucked him for a while longer, her tongue really working along his dick as she drank down the last of his jism.

"Mmmm, lovely," she said when she finally sat back on the floor, naked and staring up at him. "How did I do?"

"That was fucking incredible!"

"Worth the thirty?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Her small hands began to play with her small, budding breasts - they were barely a handful even for her. She teased and pinched at her nipples as she played, all the while licking her lips and looking up at Ian. "You don't quite look like you're done yet," she noted, her eyes glancing down to his hard cock. "Shall we have another go?"

Ian nodded without even needing to consider it.

"You want me to suck you off now, or do you want some more ass?"

* * * *

The doorbell rang at eight o'clock on the dot, and Ian answered it, knowing full well it would be Claire, dressed up in clothing ridiculously scant for this time of year. It had been the same the last four Thursdays - it was his scheduled weekly appointment.

The only surprise when he opened the door was that Claire was fully naked on his doorstep. She stood there, posed, for several moments, letting him drink in the sight of her naked body at his door. Then she pushed in, chilled out of her mind.

"Hope you liked the little bonus," she said. "It's a fucking cold walk from my house to here!"

Ian blinked in surprised. She only lived a few blocks down, but walking all that way naked was just crazy. Of course, his cock was tenting out his shorts something awful, so her plan was a success.

Her hands slipped into the waistband and yanked his pants and boxers down before he could move. Bending her body over the arm of the sofa, she presented him with her rear and turned to him, "Come on, daddy, warm me up!"

Ian grinned. Claire was always no fuss, no fluff, all fuck. He still hadn't bought condoms, and had no plans of getting any - her tight young ass was exactly what he wanted, on the few occasions he didn't fuck her rear two or three times in one night, he settled for her mouth, instead. Claire wasn't a cheap habit, but not only was she the best fuck of his life, she was the best thing he had ever done in his life. He felt better now then he had ever felt before, and even his performance at work was improving. Everything was perfect, all thanks to her tight little rear.

"Ah, that's it," she purred as he fed his dick right into her hole. "Mmmm! Nothing warms me up like you cock, daddy."

She had started calling him that their second night, and it just stuck. It made it feel even naughtier for Ian to be called that, and somehow, he thought she liked it, too. Sometime they would talk as they laid together in bed between fucks - she would talk about fucking all the boys at the nearby high school. Seems her prices were low to collect from them. She skipped school all the time to hang out in special hidden-away locations in to whore herself out during the day to those students who knew how to find her.

She made quite a lot of money that way, it turned out, and she loved every minute of it, too. She told him how she had fucked a couple guys under the bleachers in the gym during a gym class. And when the gym teacher had caught her under there afterwards, the guys long since gone, she seduced him to get out of trouble. He was a recurring client, now.

The stories always turned him on, and it seemed reminiscing turned her on, too. They fucked like wild animals after she told a few stories to him.

Ian fucked her, as he always did, fast and hard, and Claire fucked back with equal fervor. Never slow, never calm, their passion was wild and untamable. But tonight, Ian was trying a new trick. Claire had told his several times that he was to use her anyway he liked. The thrill of the fuck had been enough for those first few sessions, but now, he was going to turn it up.

She screamed and came over and over - nothing made her cum like taking up her ass, she said, and no one made her cum as much as Ian - if she could be believed. Ian suspected she told all her clients that. "Fuck me, Daddy!" she cried. "Fuck my little ass. Fuck your sweet girl's tight little ass!"

Ian did so, going faster and faster, just how they liked it. And then, right before he reached the point of no return, he stopped dead. Claire purred, "Done already, Daddy?"

"Not quite," Ian muttered.

Claire, having been slouched over the armrest, snapped up a bit at the waist, shocked. "What . . ? Are you . . .?"

"Pissing up your ass, you little slut," Ian moaned. He had been holding it all evening, just waiting for the moment to empty his bladder inside her.

"Oh god! Oh god!" her body shuddered and quaked in his grip, jerking like she did when she came. "Yes! Oh my god! Fill my ass up! Oh, you're pissing in my ass! I can't believe you are pissing in my ass!"

And then he started fucking her again. His stream petered off as he began thrusting in and out, small sprays of his urine shooting out from the not-so-perfect seal of her asshole clinging to his cock, but Ian didn't care. He could feel his warm liquid sloshing around deep inside her, splashing his cock with heat.

Claire was shouting more then usual as she pounded her body back against Ian's. "I can feel it, Daddy. I can feel your piss inside me. I can feel it!" She erupted again into another climax.

Ian once more pounded away until he just about to cum, and then stopped and waited, letting his body relax until his piss-stream flowed once more. He let it all out this time, pushing as hard as he could, sending his urine shooting deep and hard inside Claire's body. She clung to the armrest of the sofa, her nickels white from the force of her hold as she moaned with pure delight.

When his bladder was empty, Ian started to fuck her again, harder, making her buck against the sofa arm as he pounded her little body with all this might. She squealed, shouted, no longer able to speak as he rammed his rod into her time and again. When he finally came, he slammed his dick home and unleashed his load into her piss-filled rectum.

Ian held himself for a moment, letting his breath come back to him. Claire never spoke, just hung there, limp and moaning softly to herself. "I'm pulling my cock out, and you better hold that in you. Last thing I need is a whore getting piss all over my floors." The thought hit him, and he added quickly, "Anything does come out, and you are sucking it up."

"Yes, Daddy," Claire replied, her voice a bit shaky.

Ian pulled back, gently easing his dick from her tight asshole. A small spray issued from her hole as the head of his cock emerged from her hot confines, and then, he saw her anus quickly tighten up, closing down to a small puckered ring again, but the center was opened just a bit, and he watched her sphincter twitch and spasm as she tried to seal up tight.

"Can I go to the bathroom, Daddy? I can't hold this for very long - you filled up my ass so much!"

"Yes, you go to the bathroom," he said, pleased that she had asked him first.

Claire pushed her body up to her feet, and then, scurrying, rushed up the stairs, one hand hovering underneath her rear as if that could help her keep the seal. Ian followed her up, watching as small drops eased from her crack and ran down her leg. Despite her best efforts, she wasn't really able to hold after the fucking her gave her. Ian wondered how hard she must be clenching up her butt to hold it in that well.

Claire rushed into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Ian was at her side in an instant and with a hand on the back of her head, directed her mouth towards his cock. There was a bit of hesitation, a bit of pulling back, but within the blink of an eye, Claire yielded and allowed Ian to push her face onto his cock.

"Suck it, clean, slut. Taste your ass on my cock. Does my piss taste good?"

Claire, unable to speak, Mmmm her answer. And, even as she sucked on Ian's dick, bitter with the flavor of ass and piss, she released her hold on the fluid inside, and began to release it into the bowl. Ian kept his hand on her head, keeping her bobbing up and down on his shaft.

Claire was an observant whore, Ian had discovered. She was very good at figuring out what her clients wanted and delivering. He was sure she was keeping a tight grip on her ass, making sure not to loose his precious fluid too quickly because he enjoyed that she was emptying her enema while sucking him off.

Her flow did, however, trickle down to naught, and when it was over, Ian released her head, and Claire pulled back. Looking up at him from her seat on the toilet, on hand idling playing with his once again hard cock, she spoke, "God, Daddy, I'm so fucking hot right now. I really want to take Daddy's cock up my ass again."

"I bet you do," he replied. "Stand up and turn around."

Doing as he said, Claire stood and turned to face the toilet. Guiding her with a hand on her back, she leaned over, her hands against the wall, and spread her legs wide. He stepped up behind her and slip is cock back into her ass once again. A little more loose and a much more wet this time, he entered with ease, but her small puckered hole still gripped his cock tight.

Looking down into the toilet, Ian could see the water colored golden brown, but it was very light. He was surprised that there wasn't more shit in the mix, but he also had never gotten his cock very dirty from fucker her ass, either. He guessed she kept herself very clean back there for her customers.

"Now, slut, you fuck me. Drain my cock into your ass, and if you can get yourself off in the process, then by all means."

Ian grinned as he listened to her throaty moan of lust. He stood as still as he could, holding his body rigid and tight against hers, and she began to ease her body forward and thrust herself back. It took her a bit of time to get positioned correctly in order to actually work up a decent speed, but once she did so, she fucked against Ian so hard he had to hold onto the vanity and a towel bar to keep himself upright. She went wild against him, bucking her ass back into his thighs like a crazed bull trying to dislodge a rider. Her breath heaved in thick pants and sighs, over and over, trembling with pleasure and excitement as her ass slid up and down Ian's cock.

It was an incredible feeling for him, to be fucked with such wild abandon. No other lover had ever had so much passion and energy or shear need to fuck; none had ever compared to Claire. And she didn't stop, either, until Ian grabbed her ass to hold it still and, groaning, dumped another load of his cum into her ass.

After a few jerking spasm from his cock, Claire slid her ass up and off of him. She whirled and sat on the toilet once more, taking his cock in her mouth to clean it once more. She grunted as she sat, and a few small farts escaped her ass along with a couple sounds of cum dropped into the basin.

Ian watched, enthralled, as she leaned over to one side, slid a finger up through her ass crack, and then, disengaging from his cock, sucked her finger clean. She did it a few more times, and he wondered at the taste of it, if she could taste the remnants of his cum and urine in the flavors on her finger tip. She took his cock back in her mouth, letting it go soft between her lips and sucking down the last droplets of cum that eased out during the process.

"That was fun, Daddy," she said at last, when his cock was completely limp.

"Liked that, did you?'

She nodded enthusiastically, like a little girl when asked if she wants a lollipop. "It was great!"

"Good. Do you think you could come back next Tuesday?"

Claire's brow wrinkled, a bit of confusion in her eyes. "Thursday no good for you next week?"

"No, Thursday's fine. I just want you on Tuesday, too."

She grinned. "Sure, no problem!"

"Excellent. Now, little girl, you have a little bit of a mess on my floor you need to lick up."

Her eyes went wide - surprise and excitement mingling in equal parts, it seemed to Ian. He guessed she thought she had managed to keep his hardwood floors clean, and yet she seemed delighted that she had not.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, jumping up and rushing downstairs.

* * * *

It was the second Tuesday she had come around, and it wasn't going to be the last. She was now his two nights a week, but Ian could tell it wasn't enough. He was obsessed with Claire. He had a hunger for her that he could not appease, and he was, at last, beginning to understand it. He could possess her body, for a time, if he paid. That was not enough for him - he wanted all of her. And in him that created a sort of desperate madness, and he knew how to direct it.

She showed up on time and as eager as always, which was one of the things that drove him while. She wore a coat, this time, but when he opened the door, she was standing there with it help wide like a flasher, revealing the tight black corset, thigh-high stockings held up by her garter belt. She wore a string thong, tied on the side for easy removal; she seemed much taller due to the four inch heels she was wearing. Her feet clicked against the hardwood floors as she entered. Her coat dropped before Ian could even close the door.

"You like, Daddy?" she asked, striking a sexy pose.

"Very appropriate for a slut like you."

"Thank you."

He didn't reply - he reached out a grabbed a fitsful of her hair and pulled her close to him. "Time to fuck, whore."

She quivered in his grip, her eyes wide. She had never seen this side of him - and for that matter, neither had he - but so far, they both seemed to like it. He started up the stairs, his prize in tow, tripping and tumbling behind him, trying to keep up with him in her heels. He dragged her into the bedroom and threw her - actually threw her! - on to the bed. Before she was even done bouncing, he fists gripped her small thong and broke the straps, tearing it from her body.

With one hand pressed against her back, he held her down on the bed with his weight. He spit on her ass, as he had done so many times in the past, and used his cock smear the small bit of lube around her asshole. He took little time and made little effort making sure she was lubed and prepared before shoving his cock right in.

She gasped as he rammed his cock home. "You like that?" he asked, sneering as he forced his member deeper and deeper inside her ass. He felt some resistance from inside, felt his cock hitting something hard, and Claire grunted as he rammed into it, driving her forward on the mattress. "What's this? God, you're full of shit! You dirty cunt!"

Her small hands grasped the sheets in a death grip as he forced himself on her. "A present for you, Daddy," she moaned. "I thought you would like it!"

"You are one sick, fucking bitch, you know that?" Ian pulled back and rammed home again, once more driving her small body hard against the mattress, but also breaking into the solid mass of shit inside of her. "Yeah, let me pound that shit right back into you."

He pulled out, and seeing the tip of his cock coated with a mess of brown with small chunks of crap, he smeared his dick up and down her ass crack, painting her asshole with shit. The smell of it started to fill the room, and it fueled his lust. Once the valley between her ass was truly a mess, Ian shoved his dick back inside and drove himself in, fully. Her shit had shifted inside, and this time, he met with less resistance and his rod sunk deep into the mess. He started fucking in earnest, ever pump in and out of her shit-filled rectum creating more and more of a mess all over her rear.

He pulled out and grabbed a her hair once again. He took a step away from the bed, peeling her up with him as he moved away. He pulled her off the mattress, and shoved her down to the floor. Claire fell hard and whimpered there where she fell, staring up at him with terror-filled eyes.

"Get on your knees, cunt!" he ordered her, and she jumped up as quickly as she could. He waved his shit-stained cock in her face, and as the potent smell hit her nostrils, her nose wrinkled and she drew back. "Suck it clean."

Her eyes flew up and she peered up into his face. Her lip trembled.

"It's your shit, you fucking whore. Your shit all over my cock. A cock you should cherish and worship, and you got your shit all over it! Now you had better suck it clean!"

She looked down at his cock, and she opened her mouth, but Claire made no move forward, not for a few breathes. And then, slowly, very slowly, her mouth inched towards it. Ian's hand grabbed the back on her head, but he didn't add any pressure. However, he kept her from pulling back. And then, her lips wrapped around head of his dick and she flicked her tongue across the tainted flesh. She tried to pull back again, but she couldn't. After a few moments, her tongue returned to lapping across his flesh, and she lips slid further and further down along his shaft.

It took a few minutes before she took it all and began to suck him in earnest, but Ian never forced her mouth down on him, but he did prevent any attempt to pull back. She was working her mouth like a pro, working up a heavy dose of saliva to dissolve the foulness engulfing his dick. Her tongue lashed up and down, licking away the bitter taste with each pass. She was moaning soon, and he held her face tight against his thighs, even when she gagged, not letting her pull back.

He watched from above, watched her face, eyes closed, as she relished every moment of sucking his shit-coated cock, adored every second on him forcing himself on her, using her as he wanted to. Even now her hands played with her tits and caressed her body, often darting down to her pussy, which was no doubt flooded with her juices, before flying back up, unwilling to linger overlong without permission to do so.

"You like it, don't you? You like sucking my cock coated with your own shit. You would just love to have me shit all over you, smear your body in filth just like a whore like you deserves. Shit right in your mouth and use you for my toilet."

She moaned in delight and agreement. She wanted to be used, wanted to be his play thing. She was a slut for it, and he had her pegged.

The smell of shit was heavy in the room, heavier then it should have been just from him fucking her ass, and looking down, he could see why. Claire was resting her rear on her feet as she knelt on the floor, sucking his cock. She didn't even seem aware of what she was doing, her attention so focused on tasting his cock and sucking it clean.

He pulled her mouth off his cock and pushed her body to the floor. "You dumb fucking slut! You're shitting on my floor!"

She looked horrified as the realization hit her. She clenched her asshole shut, cutting off the turd slowly birthing from her hole. It had reached a couple inches long, sitting in a small crescent on the floor. She looked completely ashamed of herself, and as she looked up at him, her eyes pleading, she tried to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Daddy! I didn't mean to! You just fucked my ass so hard, and I've had to go all day! I've been saving it for you! I couldn't hold it anymore! I didn't even know I was doing it! It just felt so nice as soon as it came out, I wasn't really sure what was happening, but it felt so good - "

"Shut your fucking mouth! Pick that shit up off my floor right now."

Claire scrambled over to the mess and scooped it up in one hand. It was soft, but firm enough for her to handle. Ian grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down towards the smear left on his floor. "Lick it clean, slut!"

Claire's tongue was hesitant, slowly sliding out towards the floor, but never getting far enough to come in contact with the mess before snapping back between her lips. On her third attempt, Ian pushed her face down to the floor, forcing her tongue onto the linger shit. She lapped it up, then, collecting some dust and rogue hairs with it, but she licked the spot clean and swallowed it all down.

"Good, now come with me. Need to keep a dirty cunt like you in the bathroom where the toilet belongs."

She followed him to the bathroom, and knelt down in the bathtub as he indicated with a point.

"Let me see you shit," Ian commanded, and Claire held it out for him. "Sniff it."

Trembling, she leaned in a took a long, deep inhale of her turd. When he didn't say otherwise, she did it again and again, moving the foul thing underneath her nostrils as she did so, to smell along it's entire length.

Quite suddenly, Ian grabbed her wrist and snacked her full hand up into her face, splattering the shit all across her like a cream pie in a Three Stooges show. She was a sloppy mess of chunky brown foulness. Still holding her hand hostage, Ian proceeded to use her own palm to smear the mess around, covered her cheeks and forehead and even spreading it into her hair.

"You need to shit more?"

"Y- yes."

"Then shit in you other hand. All of it. Let it all out."

Claire, sniffing as though ready to break into tears, reached around behind her ass with her clean hand. She grunted and strained for a moment, and then the sound of shit escaping filled the otherwise silent room. She held the mass out, a small coil of soft tan shit, out for inspection.

"Smear in on your tits, cover yourself. Like the dirty shit-slut you are."

Claire shuddered as she slapped the mess onto her tits and, with both hands, began to spread it all over her neck and shoulders, the only flesh exposed by her corset, then she reached down to her hips and thighs covering every inch of flesh she could reach with the filth, not worrying if she managed to smear onto her lingerie. She looked sad, defeated, but in her eyes, there was a little gleam of sheer animal lust, it was undeniable.

"Now cover my cock with it, coat it good."

Claire reached up with both hands and smeared her shit around across his shaft and even covered his sack with the hot mess.

"Now suck it clean."

She reacted quickly enough after a slight pause. She kept her hands far away from his body, making sure not to accidentally get any of her shit on him other then when she had been instructed. She sucked his cock into her mouth, and once more, sucked him clean.

Over and over he made her do this, coat his cock, and then suck the shit off again. She never complained, never argued, and though she gagged a few times when her stomach rebelled against swallowing down the foulness she was spreading, Claire never once vomited any of it up, and of that she was proud.

Ian exploded like never before. He pulled his cock out of her mouth when the moment hit and splattered her shit-covered face with his cum, enjoying the look of the pearly splatters across the brown-hewed skin.

He staggered from his climax, his legs feeling a little limp from it all, and he was breathing hard. "If you want, you fuck whore, you may get yourself off with those dirty fingers of yours."

That was all she needed. Her hand was down on her cunt in an instant. She must have been really wet, judging by the sloshing sound of her hand sliding across her slit, turning that young, pink cunt brown with her shit. She was panting and gasping like never before, her body shaking with the need for release.

His dick now limp, Ian's bladder began to pressure him for release. He had been full and ready to burst when she first showed up, and now, after cumming, he was desperate for it. He held his cock, aimed, and let the flow splash right into her face.

Claire opened her mouth and let the golden liquid pool on her tongue. Ian let his piss flow all over her face, and once the stream no longer poured between her lips, Claire swallowed her mouthful down. Ian washed her in his urine, drenching her air and slowly working the stream down her shit-covered body, cleaning some of the mess off as he did so,and soaking her corset through until his piss flowed right on to her furiously working hand. Claire was barely breathing now, her back arched to raise her hips into his hot stream. She was frigging herself like a mad woman.

"You know what I'm doing, cunt? I'm marking my territory. You are mine, now. I don't pay to fuck you - you belong to me. You are my slut, my cum rag, my toilet -you understand me?"

Ian stopped then, there was no way for her to hear him above the screaming of her own voice as her body erupted into a mind-blowing orgasm. Ian had never seen anyone shake and scream like she did then. She stopped touching herself altogether for a few moments as she panted and gasped, and then her hand was back, pumping like crazy once again, until her body exploded a second time, and then a third. By the time she was done, Ian was long since done pissing on her, and was hard again from watching the spectacle.

She, at last, drained of energy, slumped down in the tub, gasping for breath. "Yes, Daddy," she said at last, "I understand you. You own me, completely."

"When you make men cum, it's my property you are using - that money belongs to me."

"Yes, Daddy. Every cent."

"Good. You are to come here every night and give me what is mine. And I expect at least hundred bucks a night, you cunt, or you will get severely punished for holding out on me."

She gasped in surprise. Ian had always figured she didn't make much, usually, except for him. When she spoke of clients, her only regulars were school boys; he had suspected he was her only regular adult client. And if she was going to school during the day, she barely had a chance for much more then a couple blowjobs.

"Yes, a hundred a night. I don't care if you need to start fucking your principal to cover for not being in classes. You do it, or else."

She trembled in the bathtub, but nodded, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good. Now, get the fuck out of that tub." Ian grabbed a towel and led her out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom. With a tug, he pulled the sheets from the bed and laid the towel down. "Lie down, and try not to mess my mattress, shit pig."

Claire was very careful about lying down, not touching anything with her crap-coated hands. Her lingerie was still soaking wet, and her hair was a mess of piss and shit, but she did as she was bade.

"Cover my cock again," he said, and she reached out and once more painted Ian's dick brown. "Good. Spread your legs and make sure to get your cunt nice and dirty for me."

Claire did as she was told, spreading her shit across her cunt with one hand, and then doing so with the other, scraping off as much of the shit left as she could and then pressing the thick mass against her pussy lips.

"Oh fuck, yeah. Claire, I am going to fuck that sloppy cunt of yours now."

She blinked at him. "You finally got condoms?"

Ian laughed at her. "I don't need condoms to fuck your cunt, bitch! I just shove my cock in and fuck!"

"But . . . I'm not on the pill!"

"I know that, you dumb slut." Without another word, he aimed his dirty, filth-crusted cock and rammed it inside of her drooling pussy, shoving the clump of shit deep inside her. She squealed again, her lust overwhelming, and began to pitch hard on her nipples. "I'm going to fuck this whore cunt of yours, I'm going to fill it with my cum night after night. That swollen, pregnant belly of yours is going to look might sexy covered in my shit."

"Oh god, Daddy!" she screamed as another intense orgasm wracked her body.

Ian grinned, delighted by how she had fallen under his sway, fallen into his power. He owned her now, possed her completely, and no matter how many other guys she sucked or fuck, no matter what anyone else ever did to her, she was his property, his toy, his slut forever.