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 Author: Awkward Dreams
Title: Use-Me Slut Goes Off the Rails
Part: Chapter 2
Summary: A bored slut posts an ad asking men to use her in perverted
ways and to surprise her.  Her second encounter with a demanding man
teaches her the meaning of being used.
Keywords: MF, bdsm, oral, gagging, humil, ws, scat

   Use-Me Slut Goes Off the Rails Chapter Two By Awkward Dreams

   There were a lot of really lame responses to my ad on Adult Friend
Finder.  I had explicitly asked the guys to not tell me about themselves or
what they wanted to do to me.  I wanted to be surprised and afraid.  Most
of them couldn't manage this simple request, so I had to sadly delete their
emails.  I wanted someone with half a brain, since the brain is the most
important sexual organ.

   Among the responses that were short and to the point, only a few had the
bare minimum: a time and a place.  For these, all I had to go on was their
username, since I refused to ruin the surprise by looking at their
profiles. One guy who called himself BigFatty gave me his address and a
time on Saturday morning.  I wasn't sure if his username referred to his
dick or his belly, but it didn't matter, since I liked both.

   Potbellies have always turned me on.  Same with hairy backs and ball
sacks, ugly faces, and smelly body odor.  I guess I feel like these guys
rarely get women to have sex with them, so they appreciate it more.  I feel
like I'm providing a big pleasure in their life, which some young stud
wouldn't appreciate because he gets it all the time.  I guess it's a little
like a charity fuck, but I don't think that's demeaning when I really want
to do it and they're able to really enjoy my attention.

   I replied to BigFatty and said I would be there, and I arrived at his
building at 11:00 on Saturday morning.  It wasn't a fancy part of town, but
it was solid working class.  I buzzed his apartment and the door buzzer
sounded immediately, as if he had been standing by the intercom waiting for
me to show up.

   I walked up the stairs, smoothing my skirt and straightening my top so
that I would look cute.  He hadn't told me what to wear, so I had chosen an
innocent girl look, with a crop top and flowered short skirt.  I didn't
wear any makeup, and had my hair in a ponytail.

   When got to his unit, I raised my hand to knock, but he opened the door
before I had a chance.

   "Get in here," he said gruffly.

   He turned around and walked down a little hallway into the apartment,
leaving the door wide open.  I entered and shut the door, then turned
around and trotted to catch up with him.

   "I'm sorry, am I late?" I said.

   He turned around and came at me, grabbing me by the jaw.

   "Did I tell you to fuckin' say anything?" he said, fury in his eyes.

   I shook my head no.

   "I didn't think so," he said, dropping my face and turning to walk into
the living room.  I followed him in, overriding the little voice inside my
head that was telling me to run away.

   His place was a bit of a dump.  He hardly had any furniture, just a
single easy chain facing a TV, and then some boards on cinder blocks as a
table next to the chair.  The table was littered with cigarette butts and
porno mags.  Several cardboard boxes near the TV were overflowing with
adult videos.  The floor of the room was almost completely covered with
discarded food wrappings, beer bottles, dirty dishes, and some sort of
sticky film.  So many smells came at me, I couldn't figure out what they
might be.

   The man himself was a bit of a dump too.  His face was soft and doughy,
and his hair only clung to his head in little tufts.  He was at least
twenty years older than me.  His belly was definitely big and fat, and hung
sloppily out of his grey t-shirt.  He had on dark blue sweatpants, which he
pulled down and off, treating me to a view of his butt, which was very
hairy.  He sat down in his chair, lit a cigarette, and took a big swallow
from a beer bottle.

   "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?" he said.  "Get on your
fuckin' knees."

   I did as instructed, but then he got really furious.

   "Are you some sort of idiot?  Get that fucking shit off," he said,
waving his wand at my cute outfit.

   I stood up again and removed my top and skirt, then my panties.  He
didn't seem to be in the mood for a striptease, so I just took them off in
a quick, functional manner and pushed them off to the side, next to an
empty pizza box.  I got back on my knees a few feet from his chair, like a
good girl.

   He smiled at me and said, "Yeah, get that hot skinny body over here." He
spread his legs, making room for me.

   At last, I was pleasing him.  He liked my body, and that made me feel
proud about how I had maintained it for him.  I scooted forward on my knees
until my thighs were right against the front of his chair.  I straightened
my spine and put my arms behind my back so he could grope me without
obstruction.

   And grope he did.  He put his cigarette down on the edge of the table,
and started pawing my little tits with both hands.  His fat fingers
scurried all over my chest and belly, then his right hand made a beeline
for my twat, and he stuck a couple of fingers in me.  They went in easily,
since I was already pretty turned on.

   "Yeah, you're a good slut, I'll give you that.  High quality."

   I smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."

   His face got dark and stormy again, and he took his fingers out of my
cunt and grabbed my pubic hair.  He pulled hard, saying "Not too bright,
though.  I thought I told you not to talk." He yanked my short hairs back
and forth, and I whimpered.  I wanted to say I was sorry, but held my
tongue.

   "Next time," he said, "you should be shaved down here anyway." He let
go, and I fell back, sitting on my heels.

   He sat back in the chair and scooted his butt forward, spreading his
legs further.  This was the first time I had gotten a good look at his
equipment, since his belly had been covering his crotch until now. 
Apparently, BigFatty applied to both his belly and his dick.  It was one of
those cocks that just looks meaty and heavy.  He wasn't fully hard, but
already appeared to be seven or eight inches.  His balls appeared to be
exceptionally large too.  He had a very hairy sack, and it spread out under
his dick, supporting it and lifting it off the chair.

   "Well, get to work, honey.  Suck my fucking dick already."

   Now we were getting into territory I was familiar with.  I kept my hands
clasped behind my back and bent over, picking up his prick with my mouth.
It tasted kind of foul, but I was here to suck dick, and I worked my lips
and tongue to get more and more of it inside my mouth.  When I had a good
sized slab of meat in my mouth, I started running my tongue around on the
underside.  This always gets a good response, and Mr.  BigFatty was no
exception.

   "Oh, yeah," he moaned.  "You're one fuckin' Grade A primo cocksucker,
ain't you?"

   I wanted to answer him or at least nod, but I didn't dare.  I just
focused on the task at hand, and worked my mouth and tongue.  He was
getting hard quick, and his prick grew into my mouth, going deeper.  The
sour taste of his dick and the smell of his stale crotch made me feel sick.
His dick also had one of those really wide, oversized, mushroom heads.  It
expanded every time it went into the back of my mouth, and made me gag very
loudly.  I hoped he wouldn't get mad that I wasn't a deepthroat expert.

   "Yeah, choke on that fuckin' big dick, you cunt.  Aw, yea, I fucking
love having my dick in your mouth, you stupid twat."

   I was starting to get really turned on.  He was really enjoying himself
and letting me know.  I felt like such a whore, kneeling submissively on
this dirty, rude man's sticky floor, serving his sexual needs.  What kind
of woman does that?

   His dick was fully hard now, so I started bobbing my head up and down. I
concentrated on keeping my teeth apart, my lips rubbing along the surface,
and my tongue playing alone the underside.  I was going to fuck his
beautiful prick with my mouth.

   "Oh, sweet Jesus.  You are a really good slut, you fucking cock whore.
You suck like a pro.  What a fucking stupid cunt whore.  Yeah, fucking go
deep."

   I went as deep as I could, but it was really too big for me.  I pumped
my head up and down vigorously, and I was gagging both on the way down and
the way up.  However, there were still a couple of inches that weren't
making it into my mouth, and I guess this pissed him off.

   "I said go fucking deep, you stupid cunt!" he screamed.  He grabbed my
head with both hands and shoved my face down into his crotch, thrusting up
with his pelvis at the same time.  I was in a dark cave, and I couldn't
breathe.  His fat belly crushed against my forehead and eyes, tilting my
head back uncomfortably.  My nose was buried in his dense pubic hair.  His
pubes were poking up into my nostrils and scratching my upper lip as he
gyrated against my face.  His hygiene was really not very good, because his
pubic area smelled like a freshman dorm room, and that was my whole world
now.  Well, that and the huge cock down my throat.  I couldn't gag, because
he was filling me so completely, and he was so rock hard erect, so there
was no room for my throat muscles to move.

   Instinct kicked in, and my hands flew from behind my back to push
against his knees.  He let go of my head, and burst from the chair, faster
than I imagined he could.  I fell backwards onto the floor, my skull
landing with a thud.  I lay there, dazed and panting.  He picked up
something behind me, and then I felt him grabbing me by the hair.  I'm
going to die now, I thought.  I had wanted to be scared, and this is what
scared feels like.  Like I made a really, really, big mistake coming here.

   He picked me up by the hair and then manhandled me into a kneeling
position again.  Then he let go of my hair and grabbed my hands.  I heard
the clink of the handcuffs before I felt the cold metal on my wrists.  If I
was scared before, I was panicked now.  My friend Suzy always said, never
let anyone tie you up on the first date, before you know them.  He had both
of my wrists shackled together before I could object, but what did I have
to complain about anyway?  This was exactly what I wanted, wasn't it?  If
it was, then why did I have such a sick weight so deep in my abdomen,
telling me something was very, very wrong?

   I didn't have much time to dwell on my situation, because he grabbed me
by the hair again and brought me back to the front of his chair.  He sat
down and brought my face to his crotch.  I dutifully opened up, terrified
of what he might do if I displeased him again.

   He kept hold of my hair in a tight fist, and the pain was starting to
make me tear up.  He used his grip to guide my mouth up and down his shaft.
He pulled my mouth root to tip every time, with no pauses.  He shouted at
me, in time with the strokes.

   "This.  Is.  The.  Way.  You.  Suck.  My.  Cock."

   Finally, he let go, and sat back in his chair.  I let his dick fall out
of my mouth and gasped for breath.  He kicked me in the stomach, and I
doubled up, gasping even more desperately.

   "Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock, you stupid whore?  You're
probably too stupid to answer that, so I'll tell you.  No, I didn't.  And
until I tell you to stop sicking my cock, you don't stop.  I just let go
because got sick of doing all the work for you.  Now get your whore mouth
up here and suck!"

   I struggled up to my knees, which was quite a bit harder now that my
hands were cuffed.  I was still scared shitless, and wondered whether I was
going to get out of this alive.  But I also noticed that I was dripping
wet. A cock deep in my throat will do that, and so will a harsh, demanding
man.  Now I had both.

   I took a deep breath and pretended I was at the gym, getting psyched up
for a big workout.  I impaled myself on his prick, and took it to the hilt,
whacking my nose against his pubic hair.  Luckily he had plenty of padding.
I spread my knees apart for leverage, and worked my abs to get into a
steady rhythm.  Root to tip, up and down, over and over.

   "Oh, yeah, that's it.  Now you've got it, you fuckin' cocksucker.  Now
you know how to suck my dick.  Oh, yeah, don't stop.  That feels fuckin'
great."

   I loved his verbal feedback.  I felt worthwhile, and skilled.  Like I
had a purpose in the world, and he was helping me realize my potential.  He
was really good at receiving pleasure, and I felt it vicariously through
him.  I worked diligently, even as my throat started to hurt from the
pounding.  Up and down, root to tip.  I gagged, over and over, and I loved
suffering that way for him.

   He kept moaning and verbalizing, so I kept sucking and bobbing.  After
about ten minutes, my abs were starting to cramp up from the bobbing and
the violent contractions every time I gagged.  I finally decided I had to
pause, and stopped at the top of my stroke to rest and breathe.

   As I feared, he didn't like that.  He grabbed me by the hair and pulled
my face up so he could slap me.  He kept slapping me, back and forth across
my face, with his big, fat hand.  He went on like this for a solid minute,
and I was screaming and sobbing.  Crack, smack, backhand and forehand.

   "That, my slut, is what you're going to get if you stop again without my
permission.  You can slow down when you get tired, but you do not stop. 
Got it?"

   I nodded.  Like I had a choice.  My face was stinging and burning from
his beating.

   "Now get back on there.  A couple more hours, and I might just feel like
cumming."

   A couple of hours?  Was he insane?  I had been in his apartment a total
of about 20 minutes, and I was already exhausted.  But I didn't know what
to do, so I just started sucking again.

   I sucked and I sucked, and he never got tired of it.  Most guys like to
change it up every few minutes, but not BigFatty.  He liked a deepthroat
facefuck, and he liked it a lot.  He kept groaning and telling me what a
good whore I was, so I kept sucking.  I had to appreciate his capacity for
pleasure, and I did my best to keep serving him.

   I tried all my tricks for making a guy cum, like looking deep into his
eyes while I tongued his underside, but BigFatty was apparently a secret
porn star, because he had incredible stamina.  He wasn't kidding when he
said a couple of hours.  I got so tired that I could barely lift my head
off of his cock.  I just pathetically struggled to get halfway up the shaft
before my neck muscles gave up and dropped my head into his lap again.  All
of my concentration went to getting enough air, but that was getting
increasingly difficult.

   Finally, I could go on no longer, and just rested my head, his cock all
the way down my throat, choking me.  My abs and diaphragm were in agony
from the repeated contractions, but the gag reflex can't be turned off.  I
weakly gagged, every five seconds or so, wincing in pain.  So this was how
I was going to die, impaled on a cock, pubic hair in my mouth, sweaty beer
belly pressing on my forehead.  It seemed fitting.

   "You did good, whore," he said to me.  "Do you want me to come now?"

   I managed to nod my head up and down slightly.

   "Well, the problem is, whore, that we've been at this so long, I need to
take a piss.  And I can't cum when I need to piss."

   I had just enough consciousness left to guess where this was going.  But
at least if he was going to piss on me he was going to have to get soft
first, so my throat would get a break, and I would be able to breathe for a
minute.  Right?  Guys can't pee when they're hard, right?

   Well, apparently some guys can pee with an erection, and BigFatty was
one of those guys.  He put his hands on top of my head and pressed down,
clamping me in place.  Then he let loose with a thick, hot stream of
disgusting piss.  WIth his big dick locked in my throat, the piss had
nowhere to go but straight into my stomach.  Adrenaline gave my gag reflex
new life, and I struggled to get off of his cock.  His piss tasted really
bad, and I felt like I was drowning in it.

   I started to feel very dizzy, and yellow and pink dots filled my vision.
Then everything went totally white, and I was blind.  I was still barely
conscious, struggling for my life.  I lost track of time and where I was.
Then, I felt breath return to my lungs, and I coughed up piss.  My vision
returned slightly, though I still had the yellow dots, and my ears were
ringing like crazy.  Then his dick entered my mouth again, and he furiously
pumped my throat.  I was moving my legs all around, trying to stand up and
get away with all my strength, all thoughts of submission gone.  But
between the handcuffs and his thick arms, he held my head in place, humping
me until I started to white out again.

   Finally, I tasted salty sperm in my mouth.  He was jizzing as he
continued to pump my face.  Then he pushed it all the way down and held me
there as his dick spasmed and jets of cum shot straight down my thoat.  I
slipped all the way down into unconsciousness, as I choked on his cum.

   When I came to, BigFatty was sitting on his chair, smoking and drinking
a beer.  I was laying on the floor, cold and clammy.  I tried to get up,
but my muscles wouldn't cooperate.  The handcuffs had been removed, but my
arms were numb.

   "Here, let me help you, slut." he said.  "You did good, I owe you that
much."

   He put down his beer and cigarette, and stood up over me.  He grabbed me
by the hair and brought me back to a kneeling position.  I was limp, and
just let him lift me by the hair.  He positioned my face inches from his
junk.

   "Clean me up, whore."

   I looked at his cock and saw he had a little cum on the head, and some
sort of mucus-like goop on the shaft.  I couldn't move though.

   "Clean me up, and I'll let you go."

   Some deep reservoir of life force told me that getting out of here was
more important than anything else in my life had ever been.  I perked up
just enough to start weakly licking his dick off and sucking the last bits
of cum out of the head of his dick.

   "Lick my ball sack, it's all sweaty."

   I did as I was told.  His sack was so huge, it took many tongue strokes
to clean it up properly.  I was getting hair in my mouth, but I was too
tired to care.

   "Lower, slut."

   I craned my neck to get the underside of his balls, but lost my balance
and fell over onto the floor.

   "Here, let me help you."

   He rolled me over onto my back, and kneeled over my face, hanging his
balls right in the middle of my face.  His balls and sack were so large,
they blocked my vision and covered my nose.  Every breath I took was off
the surface of his hairy scrotum.  I licked slowly, and he moved forward so
I could get to the underside.

   Then he moved forward some more, and I was licking his undercarriage,
between his balls and ass.  I was getting more than hair in my mouth now.
What was it, lint?  It smelled like an outhouse down there, and my air was
being severely restricted.

   He moved forward again, and I could get a few breaths, as his ass hung
over my head.

   "Lick my sweaty asshole clean, and then you're done, whore."

   I was running out of energy, but it so happens that licking the dirty,
sweaty assholes of men I just met is one of the things I love most in the
world.  There is nothing more demeaning.

   I flicked my tongue upwards, trying feebly to reach his hole.  He spread
his asscheeks apart and lowered his asshole to my mouth.  I did my duty,
and licked it out thoroughly.  It was probably the most disgusting asshole
I have ever licked.  He had clearly not wiped himself very well the last
time he took a shit, which would explain some of the smells I had been
experiencing the whole morning.  When I put my tongue directly on his anus,
I was licking shit off of him.  I'm talking about a significant amount of
shit, that I had to consciously swallow.  I was human toilet paper, which
for a slut like me, was heaven.

   He moaned appreciatively while I licked out his asshole for a while,
then he started rubbing his asscrack up and down my face.  I stopped
licking, and just laid there while he wiped his anus on all parts of my
face.  It was like he was painting my face with his anus, and didn't want
to miss a spot.  I'm such a weird cunt, I experienced this as the closest
thing to affection I was going to get from BigFatty.

   Abruptly, he got off of me and said, "Why the fuck are you still here?
Get the hell out of my apartment."

   I got up as quickly as I could, which was not very quick.  I found my
clothes and started to step into my panties.

   "What the fuck, whore?  Did I tell you to get dressed?  No, you stupid
cunt, I told you to get out.  So get the fuck out."

   He started pushing me down the hall, and picking me up when I stumbled.
We reached the front door and he opened it and pushed me out into the hall.
I fell into a heap on the floor.  He slammed the door, leaving me alone and
naked.

   A door down the hall opened, and an old lady peered out.  She made all
sorts of indignant noises at me, but I was beyond caring.  I tried to put
on my clothes, but I was confused because I couldn't find my panties.  I
put on my shirt and skirt anyway, and tried to straighten them as the lady
looked on and clucked her tongue at me.

   Then BigFatty's door swung open, and he threw my panties at my face.  He
smiled at the old lady, and then turned back to me.  "Hey, slut." he said.
"Same time next week?"