Sharing Her
By Patience Bryce
Copyright 9/2002

You answer the knock at the door and invite your friend inside. 
He is full of questions...who's home it is, why he invited him
here.  Looking around it appears no one else is there.  You just
grin at him and bring him over to look at the screen of the
computer.  He glances at it, you watch his eyes widen as he leans
in for a closer look. He slides into the chair and stares at
what's on the monitor.  The scene is a bedroom; a female is tied,
spread-eagle on the bed.  Leather cuffs adorn her wrists and
ankles; rope pulls them to each corner.  There is more rope
around her knees spreading them open wider, as well as around her
upper arms holding her tightly to the bed, even her breasts are
bound in colorful rope...leading up to the ring in the collar
that graces her neck.  The only hair is on her
head...dark...spread out around her and down over one shoulder. 
A blindfold kept her in darkness, and a gag kept her silent. 
Although he couldn't see them, earplugs deafened her.  After
looking carefully over the scene before him, he saw her move her
fingers and realized it was a "live" shot.  You note a change in
his breathing.

He turns around and looks up at you, as you stand there grinning.


He inquires, "Who is she?"

 Instead of answering him, you ask him if he would like to have a
bit of time with the girl.  He laughs, nervously, figuring you
are setting him up for some sort of joke.  He turns back to look
again at the still figure exposed on the bed.

 "Where is she?" he asks.

His eyes narrow skeptically when your answer is simply "Down the
hall."

Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants he stands up and looks at
you quizzically.  You point down the hallway and tell him to have
a look for himself.  As he slowly makes his way down the hallway,
you look back at the monitor.  You see him appear in the doorway,
but only briefly.

Making his way back to the living room, he finds you waiting for
him, grinning broadly.

"Son of a bitch! You're serious, aren't you" he all but whispers.


 You just nod your head and say, "Well, are you interested?"

After a brief stutter, he exclaims that maybe you should explain
a few things to him first.

"What's to explain?" you smile, " she is mine, and if I choose to
share her with a friend, so be it."

He doesn't respond, but you can see he is thinking.  And he is
obviously aroused at the idea, and what he saw.

Finally, he asks, "Does she know?  Does she know about me?  That
you invited me here?"

"No, not specifically.  Not you, not even now. She knows that at
some point it has been my desire to truly have her used by
someone.  I've had her in this position before but had always
taken her myself, leaving her to wonder just when it would
happen.  And it so happens that now is the time, and I would of
course prefer sharing her with a friend, someone I trust, as well
as someone who would enjoy her.  Be assured it is my
responsibility to see to her well being.  She has no idea who it
would be and under what circumstances.  But that's never been up
to her.  She is my slut and has given herself to me to use as I
see fit, as what pleases me."

You find him staring at the screen again.

"If I had her unbound, naked and kneeling at my feet at this
moment, and told her to pleasure you, she would. Perhaps some day
I will have her do just that.  For now I want to not just fuck
her willing body but to fuck her mind as well."

You say as you smile at your friend, "How would this differ then
picking up some barfly for a one night stand?  A girl you
wouldn't even bother to worry about her name?"

He laughs a little nervously, "But you would be watching, maybe
that's the difference?"

You roll your eyes and chuckle; "I'll be watching my girl,
believe me.  That is my interest.  Your naked ass doesn't do a
thing for me, and as for your cock, as long as it's hard and
ready to fuck her I don't care.  There are some limits of
course," you explain further, as you take a condom out of your
pocket. "This is a must, as you can't cum in her.  That's only
for me to do.  The blindfold and gag remain on.  There is a toy
bag open on the floor next to the bed, anything in there you want
to use you are welcome to."

Finally he reaches out and takes the condom from your
outstretched hand, shaking his head slightly as though he still
didn't quite believe what was happening.  He takes a deep breath
and heads down the hall to the waiting figure.

You sit back down in the chair and take a long drink and settle
in to watch.  You turn up the volume on the portable intercom
sitting next to the computer so you have adequate sound.  Your
cock already hard in anticipation to the scene you are about to
witness.  You lean in closer to the monitor wishing it were
bigger and with better clarity, as your friend enters the
bedroom.  You see him glance at the computer in the corner; the
small camera unobtrusively perched on top of the monitor.

Reaching out, he tentatively touches the still figure lightly
along her side.  Noticeably she flinches in surprise.  Slowly he
runs his fingers over her body, exploring her, looking as though
he were testing her to see if this was all real.  Her bound
breasts, large, the nipples protruding were irresistible, as he
slid his palms over each of them.  She sighed into her gag and he
saw her body twitch.  He worked the hard nipples between his
fingers, and with each response from her, he squeezed harder
until she whimpered.  Reaching towards her face, he traced a
finger along her cheek, watching her head move towards his touch.
 He was sure that she didn't know yet that it was a stranger
touching her so intimately.

A smile crossed his lips, as he was beginning to understand what
this was all about.  Moving a hand along her chest, down her
belly, he caressed the soft bare mound between her legs.  With
his fingers he parted the lips, and felt her clitoris and found
it hard as a pebble.  He gave it a few strokes before exploring
further and finding her incredibly wet already.  Sliding a finger
deep inside her, he felt her pulling against the restraints
trying to respond to his touch.  He slid a second finger into her
wet hot hole, working them in and out.  Watching her body
respond, as he realized, it didn't matter who he was at this very
moment she just wanted the pleasure.  Another whimper, but of
disappointment or frustration against her gag, as he removed his
fingers and watched her as he removed his clothing.

As he leaned over to remove his trousers, he saw the toys by the
bed.  He wasn't quite sure what to make of some of them, and he
wondered only a moment about what all went on in this bedroom. 
Choosing a dildo close to the size of his cock, he bent over the
figure on the bed and began teasing her with it between her legs,
enjoying the site of her trying to raise her buttocks off the
bed, wanting to feel it inside her.  As he toyed with her pussy
he leaned up and took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking on
it.  A groan behind the gag urged him on, as the sucking became
more aggressive, and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.  His
hand moving the dildo down further, finding it's target and
shoving it in, as he bite the soft flesh surrounding her nipple.
A whimper combined with a groan came loud and clear through the
intercom for you to enjoy.

You were pleased to find your friend more then up to the task as
hand, as your own trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight
across your lap.  Once or twice, your hand made its way onto your
lap, enjoying the feel of your hard cock beneath the material,
anticipating what was to come later.

He fucked the girl's pussy with the dildo, enjoying the wet
sounds of it, knowing that he wouldn't be able to wait long to
put his own cock inside her.  His cock was already throbbing and
bouncing in mid air, starting to ache for the feel of wet pussy
wrapped around it.  Leaving the dildo all the way inside her, he
climbs onto the bed, straddling her waist, enjoying the warmth of
her flesh on his, as he rubbed his cock on her breasts, leaving a
trail of pre-cum as he caressed each nipple with the tip of his
cock.  He then leaned up and rubbed it over her cheeks.

Grinning to yourself, you wondered if you should have told him to
take off the gag, to let her suck him.  Let him enjoy her lips
wrapped around his cock.  But then again, he wouldn't have last
long there, he was confident of that. Perhaps, you think, another
time, as you occasionally pressed the mouse button to save a
particular shot for a still picture to show her later.

Sliding back down, reaching between her legs, he removes the
dildo creating a wet suctioning sound.  He couldn't wait any
longer; he needed to feel that.  Suddenly remembering the condom
he reaches over to where he dropped it and quickly opens it,
sliding it over his rigid cock.  One nice thing he discovered
about fucking a bound body is that there was no figuring out
where everyone is to put their legs, as he had full access. 
Aiming the head of his cock at her opening, even with the condom
on he could feel her heat.  There could be no holding back now. 
He thrust into her, hard enough to make her grunt and her torso
rise slightly off the bed. Her hips tried to match his rhythm,
but her restraints didn't allow enough movement.  She could only
take what he gave her.  The hot wet noises of sex permeated both
the bedroom and the living room.

Suddenly her movements changed, became a bit more reluctant or
unsure.  She realized that something was different; some aspects
of play were missing.  He feels the change and knows that she is
aware that someone else is using her.  Reaching up he pulls her
earplugs out.  Lying on top of her, thrusting his cock in and out
of her he places his lips against her ear and licks it, then
whispers, "I always wondered what it would be like to fuck a real
slut."
 She became very still at his voice, at his words.  He could feel
her shudder beneath him.
After a moment he added, "And now I do!"

Neither man could describe the noise that came from her.  A
combination of a groan, whimpers, or gasps.  But he knew that she
stayed wet, and after the momentary shock of hearing another
man's voice against her ear he felt her responsiveness return. 
He wasn't sure if it was for him, or his friend, but it didn't
matter because he was about to cum.  Suddenly he pulled his cock
from her, eliciting yet another guttural sound from the girl.  He
reached down and deftly rolled the condom off his cock and
wrapped his hand around it, giving it a few jerks and watching as
his thick white cum squirted her belly and chest.  After catching
he breath he looked down at her and smiled, then leaned up and
kissed her on the cheek.  He then moved his head slightly towards
her ear and assured her that she was indeed quite the slut, as
well as a good fuck.  With those words ringing in her ears he
rolled off her and pulled on his trousers once more.  Grabbing
his shirt socks and shoes, he walked out into the living room.

He just looks at you and shakes his head and gives a bit of an
embarrassed smile.  He had totally forgotten that he was being
watched the entire time. Sitting down he quickly finishes
dressing and stands up to go.  His outstretched hand reaching to
shake yours, without more then a "talk to you later" he is gone,
understanding that you have unfinished business to tend to.

You strip out of your clothes before you even leave the living
room. In the bedroom, you kneel by the bed and gently move a few
strands of hair from around her face.  You smile as she shudders,
then move closer to her and tell her how proud you are of her. 
What a wonderful display it was, to see his slut used so
thoroughly.  She squirms at your attention.

Your hand brushes back against her face...pushing back the
sweat-dampened strands of hair...softly...gently snaking a hand
against her scalp, as your other hand frees her from the gag. 
She starts to stretch her stiff mouth, but before she has a
chance to get comfortable, the hand on the back of her head
twists to grab her hair and pull her head sideways towards you. 
Your cock finds her mouth an easy target and slides the length of
it inside her.  Taken by surprise, she gags and groans around it,
only serving to arouse you more.  You look at her bound body,
stretched taut against the rope as she tries to accommodate all
of your erection.  Her tongue expertly finds the throbbing vein
and presses against it eagerly.  You can feel her lips tightening
over and over again as you work it deep into her mouth, and out
again. Soft wet sounds as you guide her head by her hair.  With
your other hand you brush the palm over the blindfold quickly
sliding it off her eyes.  The sudden brightness made her blink as
she tries to focus.

Smiling down as you fuck her mouth, your eyes meet hers as you
address her, as you always do.
"Slut."  And if she could, if her mouth wasn't filled with her
Masters cock, you knew she would smile and agree with that
declaration.  Indeed she was a slut, but she was your slut.  You
twist the handful of hair tighter, thrust into her mouth deeply
and held it there.  The spot just beneath the head twitching
against the very back of her throat.  She could feel it. She knew
you were so very close to exploding into her throat.

In one backward motion you pull back from her mouth, causing her
to gasp and her eyes flew wide open. The whimper was loud, and
you could hear the need, the want of her Master's cum buried in
the sound.  Her deep desire was enough to make you hold back. 
Giving her instructions not to touch your cock with her mouth you
rub the wet member over her face, her nose...her lips.  You can
feel them shift ever so slightly as she fights the urge to open
her mouth, to part her lips and let her tongue rub the soft silky
skin of your cock.

You stand back and observe your girl laying there, watching her
shift in her bindings, and becoming aware of the scent of her
need filling the air.  It takes a lot of willpower to stop you
from climbing on top of her and fucking her here and now.  She
was staring at you, waiting for you to look at her face, because
the moment you did a barely audible "Please Sir" was heard.
 Cocking your head in mild amusement you asked her, "Please what,
my slut?"

"Fuck me?" A tentative smile crosses her lips.

"Fuck me please, Master? Put your cock in me and fuck me and use
me and cum in me?"

Her breath was ragged, and her speech halting, from a combination
of desire, and having had her mouth filled for so long.

You want her as much as she wants and needs you, but your
pleasure is heightened by the wait, the manipulation of her body
and emotions, to the point where she had no shame and would beg
you.
Exiting the bedroom, you go into the bathroom and get a warm wet
washcloth.  Coming back in you immediately begin to wash the cum
as it dries on her skin, reminding her that you are cleaning
another mans cum off her skin.  Her body, heat radiating through
the washcloth, moves at your touch.  You toss the cloth on the
floor and straddle her body with yours.   You reach up and
squeeze her bound breasts hard, one in each hand.  The skin is
hot and dusky.  You begin to untie them, freeing them.  She
groans at your touch, and at the feel of the ropes leaving her,
and the dull throbbing as the weight of her breasts stretch the
skin back out.  You flick each nipple with your fingertips.  More
sighs and whimpers emanate from her, your hands become more
insistent as you pull and squeeze her breasts, sliding your hips
down, letting her feel how hard you are for her.

Her noises excite you as she groans and begs, whimpers and growls
in reaction to all that you do to her.  You lay across her body
and bring your lips to hers as your hands climb up around her
neck...squeezing along the way...as you slide your hands behind
her neck, lifting her head slightly as your mouth consumes hers.
Your fingers close to make fists around her hair and you begin to
pull her head back father as your tongue probes the inside of her
mouth.  Your hips grinding down against her as your cock slides
between the hairless lips of her soaking wet cunt.  Breaking the
kiss, leaving her panting and breathless, you shift your hips
enough for your cock to find its way to the slick opening of her
pussy.

Loudly you growl as your cock drives deeply inside her.  Sweat
beads on your face, as you thrust in and out of her, fucking her
harder and faster, feeling her pull and push as much as she can
in her ropes.  Looking down at her face, you remind her what she
is.

"Whore"

"Yes Sir!"

"Slut"

"Yes SIR!"

"My fuck toy"

"Mmm yessss...I am your fuck toy Master...fuck me, please!" her
voice tremulous as she begs.

"I AM fucking you"

"More, please master...fuck me like the whore that I am for you.
GOD please...cum in me."

There can be no holding back, as you rut with your slut, feeling
your cock twitch uncontrollably as her cunt muscles clamp harder
around you.  You slam hard against her, your growls and grunts
drowning out her pleading and begging as you shoot streams of hot
cum deep inside her.

You look down into her face, noticing how glassy her eyes look,
her lips parted, breathing heavily.  A quick kiss on her lips and
you withdraw from her, and release the ropes from her restraints.
Slowly she moves each limb; wincing now and again...a soft groan
escapes as she realizes her soreness.  Still panting, she looks
at you, and manages a weak, "Thank you Master".   You smile back
at her with a reply of "thank YOU my slut".
You lie beside her and gently nudge her over and wrap yourself
around her, your arms holding onto her, feeling her breathing
finally settling down, and smiling to yourself as you feel her
press her buttocks against your still damp cock. Soft mews as she
settles down, enjoying the feel of you around her.  You know you
can doze now, and she'll be ready as soon as you awake. And if
she weren't ready, she would still accommodate any need you have,
because she knows she is yours.

Part 2

The next day, shortly after wakening him with her hot mouth over
his cock, she brought up the incident of the previous day when
"someone" was there using her.  Curiosity got the better of her
and she asked him if she would ever know whom it was.
He smiles and rolls towards her, kissing her on the forehead. 
"Yes, my slut, someday you will, if you are observant enough."
With that he got up off the bed, heading to the shower.
Before closing the door he told her, "Don't make plans for Friday
night, we are going out with some more of my friends."
Stretching out on the bed she thought about the wording he used.
"More" of his friends?  She blushed at the idea that it had been
one of his friends, and she didn't know which one.

Friday night came quickly and he chose what she was to wear.  He
was in an obvious good mood, while she felt a bit on edge.  With
out any idea where they were going she got dressed as directed. 
She put on one of her shortest skirts and a button down blouse. 
Unbuttoned to the top of her cleavage.  The most disconcerting
was that he had her wear the red undergarments.  Usually for a
night on the town it was black...black bra, black thong, black
garter and stockings.  This time he instructed her to wear the
red bra and garter, no panties, black stockings.  The "slut
color", as he liked to refer to it.
He grinned from behind her as he saw her looking at herself in
the mirror, tugging at the skirt. He walked up behind her and
placed her collar around her neck, then kissed her ear, his hand
creeping around her front...squeezing her breasts as he pressed
himself against her. He knew she was getting wet already from
him.

They went to a bar she'd never been at before, not that she'd
been to many.  They'd been running a few minutes late, but she
felt that it was deliberate on his part.  His four friends had
already arrived till they got there.  She glanced around as they
walked in the lobby area of the bar and noted that it seemed a
little, sleazy from their usual places.  Watching some of the
girls going into the bar, she found herself, in her mind dissing
them as sluts. They wore their short ass hugging skirts and their
too tight blouses with their breasts spilling out the front,
grinning and swaying their hips as the men ogled them from the
darker interior of the barroom.  She blushed a bit when she
realized that, in many ways she was dressed just like them. 
Taking a deep breath and turning back to pay attention, she found
herself being introduced to four men she'd never met before.  Two
of them seemed to grin lewdly while the other two were
unreadable, but all of them trailed their eyes down her body. 
One of them grabbed her into a tight hug, as she felt his hand
run down her back and over her ass, letting his hand slide up
under her skirt, daring to squeeze her bare ass.
The men chuckled at the sight. Turning a darker shade of red she
glances over at you, wondering if that was supposed to happen. 
If it had been allowable for his friend to do that this time and
place.

He only grinned and said, "See guys, a slut, she doesn't even
question that some strange man put his hand up her skirt for a
cheap feel."
She can't meet their faces and stares at a distant spot in the
carpet as the men talk a bit, hearing them discuss some of the
various women they see entering the bar.

Finally he suggests that everyone go into the barroom for a
drink.  The first three friends get through the door, but he
stops the fourth one, the one that had given her the hug and
grope.

"Just a minute, did you like what you felt and what you see?  We
had a deal, I hadn't forgotten!"

His friend grinned and said that he was more then ready to accept
the "deal".  She looked around feeling the eyes of both men on
her.

He pulled her to him and whispered to her "I owe my friend one
good time with my slut, nothing major pet, just one of your
scrumptious blowjobs, a few feels maybe, but that's about it. 
He's well versed on the limits to be sure."

With those words he takes her by the arm and turns her towards
him, physically handing her over.

She was dumbfounded as he led her outside the bar.  She was
confused, that she was handed over so soon after arriving, and
not even having a drink. And WHERE was he taking her?  The answer
came quickly as he veered off to the parking lot behind the
barroom.  Luckily it had been getting dark.  Not pitch black yet
but dark enough, apparently.   He walked over to the back of a
van and unlocked it, swinging both doors wide open.

"Get in", he commanded.

She had trouble stepping up into the van as her skirt restricted
her stride.  He put a hand on her ass and gave her a lift.  The
van wasn't high enough to stand up in and she was somewhat bent
over.  She turned her head to say something and found him staring
at her bottom.  He told her to lift her skirt, giving him a good
look, at her bare ass surrounded by the straps of her red garter
belt.  He stood with her legs against the back of the van and
told her to turn around and get on her knees.  His cock was
already hard and out.  He was stroking it.  In short command he
instructed her to suck him, and for quick emphasis he grabbed her
hair and brought her quickly to him.  Obediently she opened her
mouth and took in his cock.  It was already throbbing.  The
sudden feel of her hot wet mouth on him sent a shiver through him
and he thrust deep into her mouth. She WAS a good cocksucker and
he told her so.  He grabbed her by the hair and rode her mouth in
waves of pleasure until his cock started to spasm.  He pulled his
hips back forcefully, with one hand grabbing her shirt; he aimed
for the opening, the swelling of her breasts and shot his hot cum
onto her skin.

She watched as she realized she again, didn't even know this guy.
 He pulled her face to him and rubbed the still wet oozing tip of
his cock against her cheek before stuffing it back in his pants.
He grins while looking at the mess he has made on her.  His aim
wasn't perfect and there were some wet spots on her shirt. 
Handing her a rag from the back of the van he tells her to clean
up. As she reaches for the rag she realizes there is a man
sitting in a car across from them that just witnessed the entire
blowjob.   As she stepped out of the van, the man in the car
leaned out his window and asked if he could be next, if she
wasn't too expensive that is.

She kept her head down and walked faster, while her Masters
friend explained that she was already well booked for the night,
walking away laughing.  I can't WAIT to tell that one to the
others!!

Part 3

She found them at a corner table and was going to slide into the
end next to her Master.  But he quickly shooed her back up and he
slid out of the booth, putting her between him and one of his
other friends.

He leans over and asks, "Well, was that him?"

Looking at him quizzically she realizes what the question was and
tells him that no, she was almost certain it was not the same one
that had visited their bedroom previously.  This also told her
that the man that had been invited in to use her was at this
table. Just then she felt a hand snaking up her thigh and finding
her pussy started running a finger up and down her slit.  She
gasped just as the waitress asked her what she wanted to drink. 
The men all laughed and the waitress rolled her eyes and sighed
heavily, being used to the tawdry behavior of the sluts that
frequented this place. While she was stammering, Master finally
ordered her a drink, but without alcohol.  He told her she really
needed to remain sober for this evening.

The finger between her legs probed harder, she opened her legs
and felt it slip inside.  She gasped and felt herself squirming
on it.  She couldn't seem to help it.  Just then her Master put
his hand on her other thigh and moved it up under her skirt,
making the discovery that he had been beaten to her wet pussy. 
Removing his hand from between her legs, he reached up and yanked
back on her hair and made her face him, while he asked her about
her failure to tell him that someone stuck a finger up her cunt.
She opened her mouth to speak but he yanked her hair even harder,
causing her to gasp, as he told her not to bother with an excuse.


"From now on," he explains, "if someone touches you, you will
tell me what they are doing and in detail."

 With her agreement in place, he leaned down and kissed her hard,
his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth while his hand
caressed the back of her head.  The effect of his kiss was
immediate as she whimpered into his mouth, her body pushed
towards him in need.  The finger that probed her pussy picked up
speed, as another finger pressed against her clit.  She hadn't
had a drink, yet she was light headed.

Suddenly the soft tink of glasses being placed on the table broke
the rising excitement at the table. Her eyes met the waitresses,
who scowled at her and looked away.  The waitress then flashed a
bright smile at the men and asked if they would want anything
"extra" tonight.  Politely the girl's Master replied with a no
thanks, explaining that they have everything they need right
here.  All the men sitting at the table laughed.  So did some of
the men sitting at nearby tables that were paying a lot of
attention to what was going on with the little group.

The man sitting next to her removed his hand from her crotch and
stuck his fingers in her glass...swirling around the cold liquid
before bringing them to her mouth.  Obediently she opened her
mouth and sucked his fingers dry.  Her Master leans over and
tells her that she may be a slut, but she is a very good slut. 
You are apparently quite good with my friend, by the looks of
your shirt, my slut.  Blushing she looked down, having forgotten
the telltale stains on her shirt.  The tops of her breasts
showing sheen of dried cum.  Just then another group of men
walked by and one pointed and spoke loud enough for all
surrounding table to hear, telling his buddies how that was the
girl he saw giving a blow job out in the parking lot.  The
recipient of the blow job couldn't help but speak up and telling
them, "And a fine blow job it was too!"

As the others finished their drinks, her Master looked at his
friends and asked who would be the next?  The man sitting next to
her declared that he was the next one, per their prior
arrangement.  As the other men moved to let them up, her Master
handed him a small red square.  She recognized it immediately as
a condom. Her eyes fluttered open wide as she looked at her
Master, but quickly looked away as she saw a look that told her
it would be best not to question him.  Grinning like a Cheshire
cat he led her out by the arm, the other two friends giving her a
pat on the ass as she scooted by them.

Her mind was whirling at the thought of being fucked by yet
another of his friends, or was it the same one from the other
day?  She had no idea; in fact, she was finding herself barely
able to process her thoughts.

Surprisingly he veered away from the van and led her to a nearby
car.  He stopped at the front of the car and pushed her against
it, leaning down and kissing her hard, as his hands roughly
groped her breasts.  The feel of his hard cock pressed against
her excited her as he ground persistently against her pelvis.
Breaking the kiss abruptly he grabbed her arm and spun her
towards the car.  Telling her to yank up her skirt and bend
herself over the hood, spreading her legs wide to be fucked, as
he opened his pants and pulled out his ready cock.  She braced
herself against the car.  She heard him mumbling something about
not needing this and in front of her face fell the unopened
condom.  Pushing herself up off the car to protest he took her by
the hair and pushed her down forcefully, while his other hand
grabbed onto his cock and quickly guided it between her legs. 
Without much difficulty he found the wet hot opening of her cunt
and drove his cock into her.  She whimpered and squirmed, fearful
of her Master's wrath when he would discover that a condom was
not used.  Mistaking her squirming for enjoyment, he rocked
against her harder, grunting with each thrust.  She found she
couldn't ignore the heat his cock was building up in her and
without any self-control began to fuck him back, forgetting the
unused condom.

His cock was expanding inside her and she knew he was about to
cum.  Hot cum from a stranger, shooting unprotected in her pussy
made her feel totally used and sluttish, and she found herself
begging for it.  With a loud curse he shoved himself inside and
held it there, his cock thumping and twitching as he unleashed
his orgasm. The walls of her pussy had begun contracting around
his cock, she had been so close to an orgasm herself, but he had
finished before she could reach that peak.  She felt, relieved,
yet frustrated.  She hadn't really wanted to cum for some
stranger, had she?  Her thoughts were broken by the sound of
applause close by.  Glancing up in horror she saw the group of
men that the blowjob voyeur had been with. Apparently they had
followed them out of the bar and had seen the whole episode.

 The man who had just fucked her bowed with a flourish to the
others and grinned, turning her around.  He looked down and told
her to remove the condom from his cock.  Surprised she saw that
he HAD worn a condom.  With a slight smile of relief she unrolled
the filled condom from his cock.  She looked around, trying to
figure out where to put it, but she was directed that it was to
go back inside with her, where she could show her Master.
With a quiet sigh she headed back into the bar. As she walked she
felt a wetness on her thigh, realizing that it wasn't his cum,
but her own juices, giving away the fact of her own heightened
arousal.

Back in the bar she held out the condom to show her Master.  He
grins and points to the empty ashtray on the table.


Part 4

Sitting there between the men once more, the waitress comes by
with fresh drinks for everyone. She eyes the ashtray sitting in
front of the girl and makes a noise of disgust, turns away,
muttering.  The only words anyone can catch are "whore" "tramp"
and "slut bitch". The men all laugh and tease that maybe the
waitress was merely jealous.  It didn't keep the girl from
further blushing. Her Master leans over and whispers in her ear
that there are three down...and one more to go.  Without looking
up she merely nods her head.

The men talked around her, pointing out various females in the
bar, and the men that were groping them.  The air was getting
humid in the bar and an overall smell of sex permeating it.  They
enjoyed the sight of an exposed breast here and there, as the
night grew old and the patrons bolder, their inhibitions drowning
in alcohol.  Suddenly she was aware of eyes on her, and she
looked up. Apparently they had spoken to her but she hadn't heard
them Master spoke a little more severely to get her
attention...Not happy that he would have to repeat a command.
Finally he explained to his friends that perhaps she needed a
helping hand and grinned as one of the men reached over and
unbuttoned her blouse, pulling each side back to expose her.  But
Master wasn't satisfied and instructed her to remove her red bra
and placing it on the table.

Finally the third friend spoke. "Well, gentlemen, I think it's my
turn and if you will all excuse me, and the lady..."
He smirked when he emphasized the word lady.   With that they all
moved so she could once more get up from the table, and he took
her by the hand. Leading her around the front of the table, he
stopped.  Smiling broadly he informed her that was as far as they
needed to go.  Looking confused, she sought to meet her Master's
eyes.  He merely shrugged at her.   Taking a long drink from his
glass, he looked on in amusement, glad that his friends were
making the most of the situation, and his slut.  The man turned
her to face the table, and with a hand on her back, told her to
bend over.  Bracing her against the table, with the four men
staring at her, the man pulled up her skirt, exposing her ass to
the bar.  She faced the table, but for only a moment, as her head
was jerked up by the hair, and she was instructed to let them
watch her face as well as her exposed tits.  Obviously a bit
inebriated the man behind her turned to the table of men, the
same men who had watched her get fucked in the parking lot, and
asked them how many they thought she should get. Five?  Ten?
Twenty?

Sluts deserve spankings, don't they!  Laughing he gave her the
first swat, taking her by surprise, as the men were calling out
higher and higher numbers.  He laid his hand on her bare ass time
and again.  She tried to focus on a blank spot beyond the eyes of
the men watching her, but Master reached out and cupped her chin
in her hands,  guiding her face so that she was watching him. 
She could see that he was pleased and amused, and she could
remind herself that this was what was important.  But as her skin
became tender it was hard not to react to the stings reigning
down on her.  Just when she thought she could take no more, it
stopped, and she could feel the man's hand caressing her hot
bottom.  She felt his hand slide down between her legs, a finger
sliding deep inside her. Her groan was not a silent one, but to
her chagrin the man held his hand up and announced, that indeed
the slut was a very WET slut. As the men applauded and laughed he
leaned over her and stuck his cunt juice covered finger into her
mouth to suck clean.

Part 5

The fourth and final friend decided that she was obviously ready
for more and stood up, pulling her up off the table.  He
hurriedly pulled her along with him, taking her outside, the
sound of cheers and catcalls filling her ears.  Arriving at the
van, again the doors were opened.  He got in first and pulled
some blankets from the corner, fashioning a bed of sorts for
them, as she stood outside watching, wondering what was going to
happen to her next.

He got out and stood next to her, telling her to remove her
blouse. She swallowed hard and looked quickly around, knowing it
really didn't matter at this point who saw. Shrugging out of her
blouse, she stood there in front of him, naked from the waist
up...until he told her to remove her skirt. Hesitating, he
reached out and grabbed the end of her tit and yanked hard on the
nipple, while explaining that she really should learn to move a
little bit faster.  Wincing she pushed her skirt down stepping
out of it.  Leaning down to pick it up, he pulled on her arm,
telling her to just leave it.  Her mind was whirling, realizing
she was standing in a parking lot with only her red garter and
black stockings and shoes. Shivering in the cool air she crossed
her arms in front of her. He began instructing her on every move,
to open his pants, to pull out his cock and stroke it.  He pulled
her close as she rubbed his cock up and down; he whispered in her
ear, "You know, I really DO like fucking sluts."

It was in that moment that she knew he was the one.  He had been
the one Master sent to her in the bedroom that day.  One thing
she noticed was that he appeared much more confidant this time.
Putting his hands on her shoulders, he motioned her to get on her
knees.  The macadam hard on her knees, he only kept her there a
brief time, well aware he was not going to last long if she
continued the attention with her mouth.  He pulled away from her
and got in the van, lying back on the makeshift bed, his cock
hard and sticking up in the air.  Beckoning to her, she got into
the van.  He pulled a condom out of his pocket and handed it to
her.  It was hard to see in the van and she fumbled a bit in the
darkness, until he instructed her to feel around the ceiling
until she felt a switch.  Flipping the switch over the interior
of the van was flooded with light. A VERY bright light.  She
blinked while trying to adjust to the brightness. Leaning over
him she place the condom on the tip of his cock and unrolled it.

Grinning at her he spoke two words.  "Mount me."

She started to move one leg over his body, but he stopped her and
told her to turn around.  She glanced at him and out the back of
the van.  But the light was so bright she couldn't see past the
open doors. She did as instructed turning with her ass towards
him and impaled herself on his cock.  A moan escaped his lips as
he felt her heat, even with a layer of latex between them,
encompassing his cock.

"Ride my cock you slut," he commanded.

His hands rubbed up and down her back as she started to push
herself up and down on him.  She peered out into the darkness
wondering if anyone can see her fucking yet another stranger. She
felt so obvious, in garter and stockings, while he remained fully
dressed, his cock the only part of him exposed.  His hands were
sliding down her back...grabbing at her bright red buttocks. 
Leaning forward, she braced herself against his legs with her
hands as she wriggled and squirmed her ass for him.  He enjoyed
the sight of her impaled on him, as well as the fact that she was
fucking his cock.  All he had to do was lay there and enjoy it.
Enjoying it quickly, as he grabbed her hips and forced her down
tightly onto his cock as he felt the cum surging through him,
grinding his hips up to her ass, as the pleasure enveloped his
entire body.

He nudged her upwards, and she carefully pulled her used pussy
from his cock, making sure the condom didn't slide off.  She
moved to the side and suddenly felt very weary.  It had been a
long evening, physically and emotionally.

Master's voice startled her when it came from the darkness beyond
the van doors.

"Quite the show my slut", he said as he moved into the light and
reached out a hand to help her from the van.

 She stood unsteadily, but he supported her as he handed her the
blouse.

"Time for us to go home, pet".

She bent to get her skirt but he beat her to it and said that
there wasn't much sense in putting it back on.  At this point she
didn't even care, as there probably wasn't anyone around who
hadn't seen most of her nakedness at some point this evening. 
Gently he guided her to the car and they left the bar and his
friends behind.

Part 6

As he drove he pulled her over to him and encouraged her to put
her head on his lap.  She moved to open his pants but he stopped
her, only wanting her to rest on the drive home.  Once there he
led her into the house and straight to the bathroom, discarding
her stained blouse in the hamper along with her skirt.  He
quietly removed the rest of her clothing and started the shower
for her.

She felt so dirty, with dried cum on her skin, and layers of her
own sweat and pussy juices.  He removed his own clothing and
pulled her into the shower with him, where he bathed her from
head to toe. Pushing her back under the hot spray he washed her
hair, smiling as she tried not to breathe in any of the water. 
As the water cascaded over her face he leaned down and kissed
her, deeply, his hunger growing as he probed her mouth.  His
hands running through her heavy wet hair, pushing out the
remainders of the shampoo, he tugged on it.  She could feel his
hard cock grazing against her, rebuilding her own energy as well
as her hunger for her Master.


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