Training of a Cum slut.

Part 1.

Karen was blonde haired, five foot two tall and what can only be described as a BBW figure including as I found out her 44DD breasts.

We actually met through the company I run filming female fantasies, and her tale there like in another story entitled The Idea chapter 3.

To save you having to find this story, I will include excerpts here now.

Basically Karen had a deep desire to be Dominated, Humiliated and Used, now I could go into the psychiatric reasons for this but I believe that in her case it was a simple case of low self esteem and underlying need to have wild sex without guilt.

When we filmed her fantasy, it was decided that because of my past experience in a dominant role that I play the lead role myself and this is the story of her fantasy.

I built a crucifixion Cross to my own design, that having a 2.6 meter vertical column, a 1.8 meter cross beam some 0.5 meters from the top and a second lower 1 meter cross beam positioned 0.5 meters from the bottom. At the ends of all lengths a 25 mm hole was drilled through the 55mm x 55mm soft timbers. This would allow for the soft ropes to be attached. The cross beams were connected to the upright by two half mortise housing joints, allowing the cross to be dismantled and assembled by simply removing 4 screws.

On the top hole of the vertical beam, a loop was made using 1.5 meters of the soft silk rope and this would allow the entire cross to be suspended if necessary. 2 meter lengths of the rope were fed through all the horizontal beam holes, giving for securing points for fastening the slave to the cross. A 6 meter rope was attached to the vertical beam lowest hole.

During my design and build weeks, Mick had checked out a couple of dogging sites close by to London, he had also arranged the hire of a Ford Transit vane with roof rack, for the date of the filming.

Karen had arranged to come to stay over night at my home as she did not live in easy traveling distance of London and she was due to arrive at 7 pm. She had no idea that I was to become her master for the filming and agreed to sleep in the spare room at my home. Mick picked up the Van at 8 am on the Friday. This gave us the only chance to test my plans without tipping off Karen.

Everything worked out really well, when we attached the top loop of the cross to the van’s roof rack. It allowed the cross to stand upright with the bottom of the vertical bar just touching the floor.

Everything was now ready, at 7.00 pm prompt Karen rang my front door bell. I introduced Mick and myself and led her into the living room. After a take away meal we sat chatting about the filming the following day. Karen admitted she was both curious and nervous about meeting her temporary master. I jokingly said “why he is no worse than I am!” of course the hint went clear over her head.

She began to settle down and relax as she sipped her second glass of wine. I suggested to Mick that we lay out the plan for part of the filming, for Karen’s approval. I then explained to Karen, that having had my own sub slave for four years, although it had been some time ago, I was her temp master. She smiled and said “Well that’s one relief at least we seemed to be getting along ok”. She then added “So do you want to start your role tonight, so as to get used to my and my behaviour and I could get used to the way you work?” I replied “If you’re happy to, it sounds an excellent idea”

I set up a safety word with her, which she could use to stop instantly anything she felt too threatening. She then suggested that I take charge of her mind and body for the whole of the night, pre conditioning her for the filming to take place tomorrow night. I asked if she was aware then that would mean her not sleeping in the guest room as originally planned, but on hand in my room to carry out any orders during the night. She smiled as she nodded.

Mick then excused himself and went off home. Karen and I continued to chat for a while as I discovered the kind of experiences she had previously had as a sub. I also asked “What have you brought with you by way of clothing and toys?” She offered to take me upstairs to show me.

We were both stood in the guest room, as she opened her suitcase. There was an absolute mountain of toys, too numerous to mention them all but I selected a few things to be used tonight and for the filming. I picked out a large 15 inch black dildo, a large sized butt plug, a smaller butt plug that inflates a large sized paddle, and finally a riding crop. I asked what about your clothing. She retrieved a small hold all and unzipped it. Inside was clothing. She laid out a white blouse, black midi skirt and white stockings, saying “I thought I would start dressed in these with these special leather bra and panties beneath”

I picked up the leather panties; they had pointed studs strategically placed inside them to obviously make contact with her cunt lips and her arse cheeks. The sides were held together with long laces, they were ideal for what I had in mind, after all if she was tied to my cross, I did not want to have to release her to remove her underwear. Examining the bra, it also has the pointed studs inside but these were almost twice the length of the ones in her panties, I could only imagine how much they would stick into her breasts when fully tightened. Upon further inspection I noticed each of the bra cups were held in place with press studs allowing one or both cups to be removed and re attached.

At this point Karen feigned a yawn. “What, my lazy bitch of a slut is tired!” I demanded. She looked a little taken back as she nodded. “Right bitch, time for you to visit the bathroom before we go to my bedroom!” I added. I led her to the bathroom and allowed her to enter, as she turned to close the door, I slipped my foot in the way and said “did I say you could have privacy, slut” “I am going to watch you and check you do things properly!” “Now let me see you undress!”

Without a murmur she began to undress, once totally naked I inspected her tits, making sure to tease the nipples as I did so, her pendulous breasts barely sagged when freed from her bra and her nipples took little effort to arouse. “You like my body, master?” she enquired. 

“I will tell you when to speak, insolent bitch” I replied. I then thrust my hand between her legs and said “Rock your cunt against my hand, cunt” She began to rock her hips back and forth as the back of my hand was against her cunt. A low guttural moan escaped her lips, “Getting turned on are you, slut?” I asked. She nodded. “Right, time for your toilet training, bitch” I informed her. “Get over there in the bath, face me, crouch down, spread your fucking legs, twat! Now let me see you piss” I demanded.

She blushed as she finally managed to release a stream of golden yellow urine. “Put your hands in the flow, cunt” I barked. Quickly her hands began to disrupt the flow as it hit the bottom of the bath. “Ok now lick clean your hands, you cock teasing bitch!” I demanded. Again I expected at least some hesitation but found none as she quickly began to lick clean her hands. When she had finished I turned on the shower head, set the temperature to lowest and then sprayed all over her, taking particular delight in hitting her tits and ordering her to hold open her cunt flaps whilst I directed the jets onto her clit. Switching off the shower, I threw her a towel and told her to dry herself. She was then told to present herself at my bedside in her leather panties and bra.

Ten Minutes later, she stood beside my bed, wearing as instructed, the leather bra and panties. I walked up to her and checked how tight the leather panties were; I noticed that they could have been a little tighter to utilize their full effect. So I untied the bow on the right side and pulled the laces tight, re tied it and repeated this on the left side. To my surprise Karen never even murmured. 

I instructed her to bend over the side of the bed, as I said “Just so you know what to expect, if you disobey me, I am going to paddle your arse with three strokes!” 

She immediately replied “Yes, Master” I aimed the first slap at the stud end showing on her left cheek. 

Whack. 

“One, thank you for correcting my behaviour, master” she said. The second was aimed at a similar stud end on her right cheek. 

Whack. 

“Two, thank you for showing me the error of my ways, master” was her response. 

I then said “stand up, turn round and lay down with your legs held wide apart” she immediately did as she had been instructed. The third slap was a straight downward stroke over the area of her cunt and clit. 

Whack.
 
“Three, you are so generous, Master, educating your worthless slut” was her reply.

Picking up the riding crop, I said “Just two more strokes, to help you know your place!” The first fell on her right breast where the stud end appeared to be directly over her nipple. 

Whack. 

“Four, Master your slut promises to try her very best to please you!” the final stroke fell on her left breast again in the area of her nipple. 

Whack. 

“Five, How can your worthless cock sucking slut, serve you better master!” she replied. 

“You can serve me better by proving to me I own you, mind, body and spirit. Bitch” I ventured. 

“Yes, Master, if it was your wish I would walk ten miles on red hot coals, if it pleased you Sir” came the response.

I had to admit, by this stage I was beginning to miss the authority I had previously had over my slave Eleanor. (But that’s another story). I offered my hand To Karen, helping her to stand. “Remove you clothes, now!” I demanded. Quickly she shed what few items she had on. As I watched her I saw flecks of blood on the surface of her arse and on the lips of her cunt, similar marks were also on the breasts near the nipple area. 

She saw me looking and said “Ray, do not worry, they will be gone in half and hour or so, I have had much worse”

I asked her “As a sub, is there anything you would not do, if ordered to do so?” 

She replied “A previous master, thought me unworthy and ordered me to light matches, which I had to hold against my cunt, I just could not do it! So he disowned me” “I have been looking for a more understanding master ever since” she added.

I instructed her to insert the inflatable Butt plug up her arse. I asked “How many times would you normally puck up its size?” she replied only three. Then told her to pump it up twice, taking the base of it I eased it out of her cunt then slotted it back home. 

“Pump it again!” I ordered. Again I repeated the test of easing it out. 

“Pump it once more!” I ordered. Again I repeated my simple test and again got her to inflate it once more. This time when I tried easing it out it was far more difficult. I instructed her that she was to sleep with this up her arse until the morning when she would be expected to show me as she cleared be bowels. I slipped the Black rubber dildo into her cunt and ordered her to fuck herself whilst answering my questions.

We climbed into bed, I instinctively draped my arm around her shoulders, as I said “To me the Dom / Sub relationship is not all take on the Dom side, it’s about taking the subs Boundaries and giving them the chance to expand them with gentle persuasion not brute force.” 

She turned her head towards me and kissed my cheek “thank you, Master”.

Next day, I told Karen to go into the Centre of London and do so sightseeing, while Mick and I carried out final preparations. I asked “Is it alright if I go through your case for some things we may use tonight?” 

Her reply shocked me “master, my case is yours to do with as you see fit, I trust you completely!”

With that Karen was gone. Mick turned to me and said “Exactly what did you do last night, she is hooked on you!” I tried to explain, I had done nothing really apart from explain my ideals on the Dom / Sub relationship. “I am telling you, she is going to want you to remain her master!” he said 

“Well she is a good kid, and could do worse than have someone care about her well being!” Mick teased me that I had fallen in love with her. I pointed out that I had not but did admit that I had rekindled my passion for being dominant.

By 5 pm everything was ready and we were just killing time before Karen arrived back, and then waiting for 7.30 pm to drive down to Epping Forest, to the Dogging venue. Karen walked in with a couple of shopping bags and waltz straight into the kitchen. “Have you two eaten yet?” She called out. 

I entered the kitchen and said “no not yet, why?” 

“Shoo out of my kitchen!!!” she replied. With in half an hour she had prepared a meal of Eggs, Gammon and Chips.

Mick jokingly said “When are you moving in, Karen?” 

She blushed and replied “that depends on whether Ray, my master, wants me to!” 

Mick gave me that, Told you so, smile.

We eventually loaded the van with a mattress in the back, the cross tied to the roof rack and all our equipment. Squeezing into the front with Karen between me and Mick the driver was fun to say the least. When we arrived at Epping it was already going dusk, so we pulled up to a corner of the car park roped off an area and set up our new portable 1,000 watt lighting rig. The two floodlights were aimed towards the side of the van and lit the area as if it was broad daylight. I ordered Karen into the back and told her to change into the leather underwear, white blouse, and black skirt. I also told her to stay inside the van until I told her to come out. Meanwhile Mick and I lifted down the cross and anchored the top to the roof rack of the van allowing the bottom of the cross to rest on the ground. I got Mick to catch the rope I threw under the van and we secured the bottom of the cross to the other side of the roof rack.

By now a small crowd of maybe a dozen people had arrived and began taking quite an interest in our activities. I decided to go speak to them. “We are here tonight to film a ladies fantasy, so if you do not want to end up on film I suggest you leave now!” “When we start filming I may ask for volunteers to come up and tease the lady, She will not object for she is my slut slave” “if I ask you to fuck her, it will only be if you put on a condom, which you will find over there on that small table!” I continued “Please be honest, as I said this is being filmed, is there anyone here with a prick longer than 12 inches?” From the back of the crowd, a coloured man stepped forward. “Are you longer than 12 inches?” I asked. 

“No. but I reckon I am the biggest that’s here!” he replied “I measure 101/2 inches and 4 inches round!” he added 

“Would you be willing to be filmed?” I asked 

“Yeah, why not. After all you don’t know me or where I live!” was his response.

I took him off to one side and showed him our brochure, explaining that as of West Indian origins, he could have a great future as a film star with our company. I figured that a lot of women would be asking for a large black cock to fulfill their fantasy. He asked if he could keep the brochure and think it over. I agreed, but he did tell me his name was Cleve.

I returned to the well lit area. I quickly explained to Mick about my conversation with Cleve. Mick looked at his watch and said “we had better make a start!” I agreed. I called Karen out of the van. As she entered the ring of light, she was shocked to see so many in the audience. 

She came to me and said “Master, I don’t think I can do this!” 

I snapped back “You will do exactly what I tell you to do, Bitch.” 

“Yes, Sir” she meekly replied.

“Bitch, All these people have come to see my bitch do a strip for them!” I announced loudly. “You are not going to let your Master and these people down are you?” I added. 

“No Master” she mumbled. 

“What was that, you slut. Speak up” I demanded. 

“No Master” she said louder. 

“Right then Start stripping” I ordered.

Dancing to imaginary music she removed her blouse, to a cheer from the crowd, next he skirt slipped to her knees and then to her ankles, stepping out of it she picked it up and handed it to me. Just as she was about to reach behind her for her bra strap, I interrupted her. “Stop Slut.” She froze. I went up to her and taking her hand, I led her to the rope surrounding the lit area. I then paraded her along the front of the group watching. 

“Pick a man or woman to assist us” I demanded. She looked at me and then out to the audience. Two rows back she spotted a woman, maybe in her late forties dressed in a short mini skirt and a boob tube top. The woman hesitantly approached the ring.

Slipping under the rope she told us “my name is Sonia, me and my Husband there are first timers at this.” I called her husband forward. 

When he joined us I said “Don’t worry, I will tell you exactly what I want you to do!” They nodded. “Firstly, if you notice her bra cups are held in place with press studs!” they both nodded “please remove her bra cups, one each!” 

They moved towards Karen and popped the bra cups off. I instructed Karen to stand still with her hands behind her back, saying “Show this nice crowd, your fucking tits, bitch”

I turned to the couple and asked them to examine the inside of the cups, and then show them to the audience. The woman ran her finger inside the cup and remarked “Wow, I bet they stimulate her tits” 

I stepped forward and took the cup from her, “Tell everyone here, Bitch, why you like this bra!” I said 

“The studs stimulate my breasts and the two that rub my nipples cause them to become really aroused” she replied. 

I spoke quietly to the woman, Sonia, “are you wearing a bra, my dear” I said. 

“no.” she replied. 

“Would you like to feel this cup on your tit” I asked. 

“Oh wow, could I?” she asked. 

“Only if you’re prepared to expose at least one of your breasts to all of us here!” I ventured. By way of answering me she pulled her boob tube down exposing both her breasts. I slipped the bra cup over her right breast and pressed it home. Almost immediately, whether because of the cup or because she was exposing herself to strangers, her left nipple became very hard and erect. 

She sighed “That feels weird but wonderful, she certainly is a lucky slut to have these to use all the time!”

I removed the cup and allowed her the opportunity to replace her boob tube; she whispered to her husband and then declined to replace the top. “Right if you two would like to stand either side of my slutty bitch” I continued. “Check the sides of her panties and undo the laces, then remove the laces.” I carried on. “Now Sonia, hold the front apron of her panties against her skin, whilst sliding you hand down the front of the panties”. “Tell everyone what you feel?” I asked.

“There are more of these studs, like tiny pin pricks in the back of my hand.” She offered “They really must stimulate her cunt as she is walking or sitting!” she said. Turning to her husband I instructed him to remove the panties. Again they turned them inside out and showed the inners to the crowd.

“Open your legs, Bitch” I commanded of Karen. She moved her legs about eight inches apart and stood there. I then ordered her to come to me and stand in front of the cross. I got her to raise her left arm as I tied that to the upper cross beam. I repeated this on her right arm, before ordering her to spread her legs wider. These were then tide to the lower cross beam, a further rope was fastened around her waist securing her back to the upright beam. I then invited the husband, (who I found out was called Ray) to check the bindings and hinted that he should try to pull her from the cross by her nipples. His wife Sonia looked on enviously, so I invited her to try pulling her from the cross by her cunt. Karen never made a sound although I could see her biting her lip.

I announced “My Bitch, here has a thing about black cocks” and as if to prove my point I held up her Black dildo. I gave this to Sonia and asked her How she felt about such a thing sliding in and out of her own cunt. I really stressed the sliding and cunt as I said this. 

“Oh no, I could never consider something this big, my own cunt is delicate to me and this would damage me for weeks” she replied. 

“Bitch tell everyone, what you feel about your black rubber friend” I demanded. 

Karen Spoke with trembling voice “I just love to have it thrust deep inside me, sometimes my cunt, oh master, and sometimes when permitted I love to feel it forcing its way up past my anal ring”

I asked Sonia “Would you like to take that up your arse?” 

She declined fervently. 

“See, you slut, a normal woman may enjoy anal sex but not with something this hideously big and certainly not made of rubber!” I stated. “Sonia, would you please tease, this slut’s cunt with the weapon in your hand” I asked. “In fact, just fuck her with it” I added. Sonia stepped up to Karen and slid the dildo against her cunt. “Don’t be gentle, Sonia, this bitch likes it hard and fast, Don’t you Slut!” I said 

“Yes, Master” Karen replied. With this Sonia began thrusting the Black rubber prick up Karen’s cunt. 

“Ray, you seem to have nothing to do!” I offered, “Here take this riding crop and tease her nipples with flicks from it” He took the crop and immediately flicked it against his own wife’s breast, she yelped. “No no please use it on my slut’s nipples” I corrected.


Whilst this was going on, I slipped away, passed out some handbills for our company, and found Cleve. I asked him if he was ready to fuck Karen. He agreed. He went over to the table and picked up a condom. When he stripped off all his clothes, he certainly was not lying about his manhood; it hung almost eight inches whilst slack. I asked Sonia to stroke his cock and compare the real thing to the rubber one she had in her other hand. She immediately knelt and began to suck on Cleve’s cock, as it hardened it lengthened; soon it reached it full glorious size. Cleve then slipped on the condom and stepped up towards Karen.

He pulled out the rubber cock and pushed it up to her mouth, saying, “Taste this, Bitch and if you like it I will give you a real one later”. Karen Began feverishly sucking her own cunt juices from the rubber cock as Cleve began to fuck her cunt with gusto. The crowd began to urge him on to even greater speed of thrusts. 

Karen Suddenly went rigid and the dildo fell from her mouth. I urged Sonia and Ray to step in close and suck on a nipple each to send Karen into an orbit of orgasmic proportion.

When Cleve felt the closeness of this couple and his sustained fucking frenzy, he was not able to last too long, He too when rigid as his spurting cock deposited a whole load of cum inside the condom. As he withdrew and as Karen came down from her orgasm, I asked Sonia to remove the Condom and to step up to Karen and have her open her mouth whilst she poured the contents over her forehead, causing it to trickle down before Karen would be able to get any on her tongue. 

“Open Wide, You cum slut” Sonia shouted.

When Karen had manage to clean herself up or as much as she could, we continued filming her fastened to the cross as we allowed everyone who wanted to, to walk by her and cop a feel of her cunt or tits. Meanwhile I spoke to Sonia and Ray, thanking them for their help. Sonia never bothered covering up her breasts and Ray invited me to have a feel or a taste. My one specialty I suppose is I have a definite passion about oral, I can give oral for hours with out tiring, I joking said to Ray, if it was licking Sonia’s cunt he had offered I would have whisked her away inside the van for at least two hours before returning the orgasm ravished body to him. Sonia’s eyes widened when she heard this. I quickly felt Sonia’s nipples; they were already rock hard and thanked them once again. 

As they were leaving, Ray returned and asked for a business card, which I happily gave him.

By now the crowd had thinned out and I untied Karen and allowed her to rest in the back of the van on the mattress, whilst we packed up our equipment. We arrived back home around 4 am, but Karen wanted to see the footage so we left her watching the two tapes. Next morning as I awoke, I felt movement beside me in the bed. Bleary eyed I gazed upon Karen as she opened her eyes, reached up and kissed me. “Morning, Master” she greeted me.

After Karen left for home, I Edited the Footage and mixed the DVD, Before arranging to go up to Leicester the following Friday to deliver the finished product. Again Karen greeted me each morning of the weekend I was there with “Morning My very own Master”.

We now jump forward two months to when Karen had moved from Leicester and in with me. Karen had this habit of always making sure she misbehaved first thing in the morning so that I would plan a punishment for her to be carried out that night. Today was no exception; she spilt my morning cup of tea all over the tray she was carrying. Now this may seem trivial to most people but I originate from Yorkshire England and dearly love my cups of tea, so this was sacrilege.

I told her she would be punished that night and spent the rest of the day thinking up a suitable punishment for her. Karen had managed to get herself a job in a local supermarket and had to disappear off to work, but she knew that she would not get off lightly for her misdemeanor. 

By lunch time I had decided her punishment and spent the afternoon making several flasks of tea. When Karen returned home from work, she asked “Master, have you decide on my punishment for this morning’s mistake”

“Yes, I have decided on a suitable punishment.” I replied. But refused to let her know what it was to be. I ordered her to go change into her swimming costume and report to me in the shower room. She looked puzzled as she hurried upstairs; returning ten minutes later in her blue swimming costume.

In the shower room I had set the shower chair in place and told her to sit in it, then to lower her top exposing her 44DD breasts. I noted that her long nipples were erect and there was already a slit damp patch between her legs. I tied her legs to the front legs of the chair and then tied her hands behind it. 

Taking hold of a funnel, I had secreted in the bathroom and checking that the tea in the first flask was not too hot, I ordered her to place the nozzle of the funnel in her mouth and began to pour the Luke warm tea into the funnel. She was told to swallow as much as possible.  She did her best but could not keep up with the flow so some spilled out of her mouth and dripped down on to her tits. I kept pouring through 5 large flasks of tea, “Master, I can not take anymore I need to pee, really badly!” she gurgled.

“You will hold it! Until I say you can pee! I instructed her. “You have only two more flasks to go!” I continued.

She nodded but I noticed she was swallowing less and less and much more of the tea was being allowed to splash her tits, her rolled down costume was already soaked. I then Instructed Karen “ I am going to release you now but you must sit there till I return and if I find you have pee’d yourself I will be extremely annoyed and we will have to start all over again, only this time with water and a slight touch of washing up liquid.”

This was an idyll threat but she was not aware of this. When I returned 5 minutes later with the cross I had designed for her fantasy filming; she was sat crossed legged and rocking trying not to pee herself. I quickly spread eagled her and tied her to the cross; I then struggled to invert the cross so her head was below her cunt.

Having finally managed this I took the funnel and again put it to her lips only this time pointing it towards her feet. Pulling the gusset of her costume to one side, I ordered her to pee. I noticed a small trickle running down from her cunt towards her breasts, then the trickle increased as she became more forceful in contracting her bladder muscle until a fountain of piss rose from her cunt and cascaded down, some of it landing in the funnel and filling her mouth. She simple let this fill her mouth and then spat it out.

By this stage, I walked to her side and slowly methodically spanked her arse, using her favourite paddle. I counted 20 slaps before her flow ceased; she looked a real mess now with her eyes tightly shut, her body glistening with the drying piss and her hair completely soaked in the piss, small rivulets of urine streaked away to the drain built into the floor.

I struggled again to right the cross, and released her from her bindings; she thanked me for her punishment as she usually did, by kneeling and kissing my feet. This was something she had told me was important to her as part of any punishment she undertook.

I then removed the cross and allowed her to shower, while I selected her clothes to wear for the night. I chose a satin Basque, I had bought her when she moved in, and it was bright red with laces up the back and two deep cups to hold her large tits. I also chose a medium length skirt, no underwear and no blouse to cover her Basque.

I helped her put on the Basque, and tightened the laces up real tight, this had two effects, it constricted her breathing so she was almost panting all evening and secondly it forced her tits together and upwards creating a large deep cleavage. I announced that we were going out in thirty minutes; she asked where which I ignored.

So I led her out to my car and off we went, I drove back to the site of her filmed fantasy, Epping Forest, only this time I drove much deeper into the forest until the trees over shadowed the road and the light became dim. I pulled off to the side of the road and eventually located a car park; pulling up in the centre of this, I walked round to her side of the car and opened her door.  As she got out I told her to stand perfectly still; I took hold of her right breast and eased it from its cup, flattened the cup to form a platform to support her breast and let go of her tit; this I repeated on her left breast. She now stood there with both large breasts fully on display and her erect nipples standing at least half an inch proud of her tit flesh. I reached into my pocket and produced a gold chain with a name plate in the centre. I read the inscription aloud to her ‘RAY’S SLUT’ and then I showed her the two ends of the chain. Instead of the normal clasp this one had two miniature clamps one at each end and I gently attached them to her nipples.

“You will wear this all the time, unless told to remove it!” I instructed her. “Now we are going for a little walk!” I continued.

We set off until we saw the lights of a burger stall and I suddenly said “Wow, I suddenly feel hungry! I think we will have a burger snack!” 

“Please Master, may I cover up then?” she begged. 

“Why was it not here in this forest you actually enjoyed giving blow jobs whilst virtually naked and were it not here that you got fucked by a large black cock” I demanded.

Karen meekly nodded and we went to the burger stall where the guy cooking the food stared openly at Karen. “Show him your new charm?” I instructed her.

She slowly walked forward till her waist was pressed against the serving counter. The Chef leaned forward and took hold of the name plate and read aloud ‘Ray’s Slut’.

He looked at me and smiled, before saying “I take it your Ray”

I nodded as I noticed him gently pulling on the chain stretching even further Karen’s nipples. I placed my order and waited; reluctantly he released the chain and walked to the door of the stall. Calling me over he said “Would I be allowed to feel those great looking tits?” 

“Maybe, but what is in it for me?” I asked.

“Free food and drink for a ten minute feel of her charms!” he replied.

“I take it you mean all her charms, not just her tits” I responded.

He nodded and smiled. “OK but no fucking, you may tease her arse and cunt, you may even suck her tits, but absolutely no fucking” I offered.

“You’re on Man” he said.

So he went over to Karen and I instructed her to allow him to feel her anywhere he wanted but not to allow any fucking and that included finger fucking. He immediately began to suck on her left breast whilst sliding a hand up under her skirt, he had her hips thrusting as he rubbed her cunt; and when I announced his time was up he withdrew his hand and raised it to his nose.

Smelling the cunt juice he then licked his hand clean before returning inside his stall washed his hands and prepared two burgers and two coffees. “You know you really should bring her here on a Friday night around 9.30 pm!” he said.

“Oh why is that?” I asked.

“Usually there are a group of bikers that turn up her with their molls, and they would love to play with your slut here, male and females that is!” He continued.

“You never know!” I ventured. “You never know”

With that we took our burgers and drinks and walked back to the car, Karen admitted she felt really horny as he played with her and the thought of being in the centre of a group play like he suggested both frightened and excited her.

We finished eating the food and slowly drove home, with Karen still displaying her charms, although she did duck down in the seat as a police car pulled beside us at a set of traffic lights. I think she was too late as the two police officers simply smiled in our direction.

As we pulled away, the police car tucked in behind us and on a quiet stretch of road; the blue lights came on and I had to pull in. It was time for my heart to race as I knew that under the obscenities law we could be guilty of flashing.

The First officer walked up to my side of the car and asked me to step out. The second officer did likewise but on Karen’s side of the car and walked her round to my side. Both the officer’s then examined the chain and name plate attached to Karen’s nipples.

“I think we should book them” The first one said.     

“No hang on, after all we don’t exactly love the paperwork, do we?” replied the second.

“Are you both prepared to do what we tell you in exchange for a caution, or should we take you to the police station and charge you” said the first one.

“Whatever you say; we will do!” Karen quickly responded.

I nodded and was then told to sit back in the car. Karen then had to raise her skirt and finally had to give both officer’s a blow job allowing them to cum over her tits. She looked at me as she agreed.

She was then returned to the passenger side of the car still drenched in the white streaks of their spunk. We were told to fuck off before they changed their minds and to watch the speed limit.

I pulled away sharply and finally managed to get home without any further incident. Karen Confessed that she loved being made to suck their cocks; and felt even closer to me because her actions had saved me from prosecution; with that she went into the shower room and took a leisurely shower before joining me in bed. She relived the evening giving me her side of things, including feelings and impressions not to mention her level of horniness.

 

 
