Her New Name—Part 2

(MM/F, d/s, humil, oral, cum and panty fetish)

By SM

 

While her own cunt juices were dripping down the inside of her thighs, they found a permanent marker and wrote “cumslut” on top of her left tit, and then laughing and joking among themselves, they decided to add “slutty whore” across the top of her right tits as well.  She had stood there in shock with her arms behind her while they humiliated her in words on her own body.  In her mind, she pretended that her arms were bound together behind her, so as to make sure she had not caused this, not responsible for it happening.  And yet, all the same, her body was clearly enjoying all of it, and her humiliation became more and more entrenched into her inner most feelings,

 

The evening was not complicated . . . she just changed from being a cleaning maid into a barmaid, and she was instructed on how to make drinks at the well-stocked bar in corner of their “living room”—a room which was bigger than her entire house, intimidating in itself.  She was only allowed to wear a top which barely covered her pussy, and as she served them drinks, she was fondled—or “felt up” as she knew the phrase—as they chatted about their week of conquests in the financial world.  It was as though she wasn’t even there, although, all of them, Desirae included, would often grab one of her tits or put their hands between her legs and finger her pussy in the middle of a conversation. Since this was certainly a situation where she was not responsible for what was happening, her arousal went totally off the scale.

 

They gave her an air mattress to sleep on, insisting that she sleep naked, with only the light of a small glassed candle on the table across the room.  Bob showed up about 30 minutes after the lights went out, stood above her and jerked off on her, his cum showering her hair, face and tits.  When he left to go back to bed with Desirae, in the dark, Kari couldn’t help but run her fingers through the cum and bring them to her lips and lick the cum off, feeling like the total slut more than ever before. 

A short time later, Desirae came out and pulled the cover off of her, and then knelt down over Kari’s face, with her knees outside of her arms, holding them down.  She reached down and moved Kari’s legs apart, and then simply sat on her face.  When Kari tried to move her head sideways, Desirae slapped her pussy, and told her in no uncertain terms to lick “my cunt until I cum . . . after all, that’s what sluts do, don’t they cumslut?”

Without waiting for an answer, Desirae reached down and straightened her head until her mouth was aligned with her pussy lips, sat down on her mouth, and began to rub her cunt against Kari’s face.  Kari started to twist away, so Desirae hit her pussy even harder than before, and reached down and pulled Kari’s nipples up and turned them hard enough to send a message that she wasn’t going to tolerate any argument.

For her first time lesbian experience, Kari was startled to feel her body responding with more arousal that she’d ever imagined.  It was, after all, something that she’d fantasized about and tried to imagine after hearing her father’s words “when you get old enough, your cunt will think for you, and you’ll lust after hard cocks and wet pussies of other women . . . maybe a bi-sexual slave.”  

She’d never imagined this outcome of her sexual desires, but she had to admit it fit her more than any of her versions of her own fantasy.  Her tongue reached up on it’s own accord and started licking Desirae’s cunt, and the sweet nectar of her sex was more tasty than Kari had ever imagined.

It wasn’t long until Desirae had reached down and thrust two fingers into Kari’s cunt and pumped several times, then pulled out and reached her maid’s nipples and pulled up very hard, squeezing her thighs around the face below her.  Kari knew that Desirae was having a very hard orgasm, and so she tried to thrust her tongue deep into her pussy.  Her face was drenched by Desirae’s juices, and she struggled to get some air to the side of the smothering lips of the pussy above her.

But, at the same time, her body responded to the sluttiness of what was happening and she came like a volcano, . . . and everything went dark again.

 

She was awakened rather abruptly by Desirae slapping her face and tits repeatedly, saying, “YOU stupid cunt! . . . next time, you keep licking until I get off . . . you can faint if you want, but don’t you EVER turn aside again . . . do YOU HEAR ME, whore?”

Gasping for breath, Kari stuttered “ye-yes, Ma’am . . . ye-yes.”

She could feel the bruises on her tits and cunt, so apparently Desirae had hit her several times while she had been unconscious, and to her surprise she found that actually added to her arousal.

[“Oh, my God,” she said to herself, “my body actually loves me being abused!]

 

Desirae had left soon after that, with a few parting slaps to her tits and pussy.  She knew then to expect another visitor later.

 

Sure enough, in what seemed like just a few minutes after she had pulled up the cover, Fred come into the living room where Kari was laying on the air mattress.  In the light of the candle, Kari could see that his cock was already erect, and he wasted no time in crawling on top of her and moving up so his cock was right above her face.

“Hi, sexy thing.”

Kari’s throat worked a bit and she cleared it and croaked, “uhm . . . hi.”

“Liked sucking me off earlier, didn’t you?”

“uhm . . . uh . . . “

He slapped her face.  “Want to try again, cumslut?”

“uhm . . . yeah . . . I liked it . . . yeah.”

 

“Ok, then . . . this time, do a better job!” And he thrust his cock into her mouth and began pumping it back and forth.  To her dismay, her cunt began to pulse again and another orgasm sent waves of pleasure up and down her body.  Without any decision on her part, her mouth began to suck, partially for air, and partially in her desire for the taste of his cum in her mouth.

“Yeah, you slut . . . suck it!

And he also began to slap her pussy and pull up and twist her nipples.  After all of the stimulation she’d had up to that moment, she was like a fire-cracker with a lit fuse, a gun with a hair-trigger.  There is no way to describe the rapid repeating orgasms that started to envelope her.

She woke up some time later with cum in her mouth and all over her face and hair, bruises on her tits and pussy . . . and the feeling of being totally used.  After she swallowed the cum in her mouth, she turned over and went into the deepest sleep she’d had in years.

The next morning, they didn’t even let her shower, they just got her up early, handed her a coat to put over her naked body and, since it was Sunday, told her that she’d better be in church this morning, or “there would be hell to pay.”

Not knowing what they would do, she went home, took a shower and got dressed and went to church.

 

Without thinking, she had left off her bra and panties, and so she got some stares by the guys her age at church—some single, some divorced, and even some married men.  She had been so aroused for the past day that her nipples seemed to be in a permanently hard state, so they showed easily through the dress she wore, even though it wasn’t a light fabric.  At least, that’s what she thought they were staring at.

One of the married guys came over to her after the service, while they were all having some coffee and donuts.  He leaned over near her ear and told her, “if you want to know, the words written on top of your tits are showing when you bend over.  Good to know, though.  I might call you if I have need of someone like that.”  He chuckled at her dismay as he went back to talk with his friends and family.

She had forgotten all about the permanent marker and the words they had written on her tits, “cumslut . . . slutty whore.”  [“Oh my God, I hope my parents didn’t see that!” she thought.]

She quickly covered up, and dumped the rest of her donut and coffee, and hurried out to her car and home. 

 

When she got home, though, all she could do was crawl into bed and go to sleep, exhausted.

She awakened to the sound of her cell phone ringtone for a text message.  “When you get time, we sent you the video, although it’s much lower quality than the original.  I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”  It was from Desirae.

A bit panicked, she went to her laptop and logged into her email.  There is was, the low-quality vid of her naked, zooming in close-up to show her cunt juices dripping down her inner thighs, her bush soaked from them,  . . . herself sucking on Fred’s cock . . . even a light-enhanced video of being soaked in cum, her first lesbian face sitting, being mouth-fucked . . . all of it was there in living color.  Clearly they had placed the cameras with the intention of filming everything from the very beginning.  And, so they had succeeded in getting almost everything on digital recording.  Actually, they probably DID have everything, although, they had cut out any part which would have incriminated them, so what it looked like was that Kari had chosen to go there and be used in all those sexual ways.

 

The truly disturbing part of it all was—while Kari watched, her cunt twitched and her juices soaked her nightgown and even started making a wet spot on the chair where she was sitting.  Her nipples were hard as diamonds, and she felt like she was on the verge of an orgasm.  Anything could have set her off right then. 

As her father had said so many years before, “your cunt will think for you!”

Her body clearly loved the whole picture . . . all the requirements had been met and her slutty, whorish desires were coming out to the front.  She blushed when she thought about her unthinking dress choices for church, even.  Had she unconsciously wanted everyone to know that she was a cumslut and a slutty whore?  It seemed so.

 

The phone rang.  According to the caller ID, it was, of all people, her ex-husband.  For some reason, her mind went to the memory of him lifting her by her cunt in San Antonio, and her passing out from cumming so much.  Since her ‘hair-trigger’ was already set, she had another orgasm that very minute, just at the thought of his fingers in her cunt, so she let the call go to voicemail.  After she got her breath, she checked the message.

 

“Hi, just checking on you.  Hope you’re doing well.  Let me know, and give me an update on things when you get time, ok?”

 

Her face blushed, knowing that she had actually had an orgasm from him simply calling to see how she was doing.  And to think that she had fought him about sex all those 20 years . . . sheesh . . . she wondered what might have happened if she hadn’t been so impossible about it.  He probably knew, after all he was a very smart man, very insightful and intuitive.  He probably knew that she had been hiding all of her slutty desires all those years.  Just like the guys at church reading the words “cumslut” and “slutty whore” on her tits.  He probably had read that on her in his awareness of her.

 

She also knew that he could hear her sexy feelings in her voice—he was a musician, so he had very exceptional hearing.  So, she was too scared to call him back.  Wait until she wasn’t horny enough to fuck like a mink.  She thought at that moment that she would actually have fucked almost anything right then, her resistance and barriers were down.  But, that night in the shower, she scrubbed her tits very hard until the words written on them were gone.  It made her tits very sensitive and a bit sore, but she didn’t want a repeat of what had happened at church.

 

On Monday, she was still pretty worn out, so the day dragged by.  Actually, the only things that kept her awake at work were the flashes of memory of the various sexual events that had happened on the weekend.  The sleeping beast of her sexuality had awakened, and it was not easily put back to bed.

 

When she got home that evening, and got settled some after a simple dinner, she was surprised to hear a knock at the door.  When she opened the door, she was greeted by two of the men from church—one of them was Ralph, the one who had told her that they could see the writing on her tits, and the other was a single guy about his age named Joe.  She could feel the blush start to heat up her face, and instinctively she covered the top of her breasts with her hand.  Completely caught off guard, she just stood there looking at them. 

 

“May we come in?”

 

“uhm . . . I guess so,” she replied stepping aside so they could enter.  When they got to the small living room, Ralph pushed himself right up to her.  She moved back, the back of her knees hit the ottoman and she sat down without meaning to.  He said, “It was good to find out that you’re a cumslut on Sunday.  I haven’t had enough sex lately,” and he grabbed her hair and pushed her face down to his crotch and brought out his cock. 

“No . . . wait! . . . mrphmmml” she started to protest, but he just pulled her toward him and thrust his cock against her mouth.  “Now, SUCK!” he commanded.  At this, she sighed in resignation and started to suck.

Joe moved around behind her, reaching around to unbutton her blouse, pulling it out of the way.  She had removed her bra when she’d gotten home, so that wasn’t in the way.  Her D-cup tits were now bare, feeling cooler air after being uncovered.  To her chagrin, her nipples immediately got pointy and hard.  When Joe started fondling her boobs and pinching her nipples, she unconsciously started moaning as she continued to suck on Ralph’s hard cock.  The feeling that her body was taking control grew stronger than ever, and she felt like she had no choices about what was happening.

His hands moved down to the top of her Levi shorts, unbuttoned and opened them.  Her hands, mostly in reflex, moved down to push his away, but he slapped her hands back, and continued to probe between her thighs.

Ralph was enjoying the blowjob, but he saw what Joe had started, so he moved toward the couch, holding her hair, so she had to follow him with his cock in her mouth.  He sat down on the couch, and started forcing her to pump his cock with her mouth some more.  Of course, this put her on her knees, so Joe could pull down her shorts and panties.

She started to pull away to protest, but Ralph just slapped her face and told her firmly to keep sucking.  In the meantime, Joe had slid her shorts and panties down to her knees, exposing her ass and cunt from the backside.

She felt his fingers between her legs, and her humiliation from both her total exposure and the way they were just using her made her cunt wet again.  She felt his fingers probe into her cunt, and she gasped at the intrusion with her mouth still around Ralph’s cock.

Then he withdrew his fingers from between her legs and maneuvered her legs until he removed both her shorts and her panties, leaving her naked except for her blouse which was open and loose around her shoulders.  To her surprise, he turned and lay down on his back and slid under between her legs, facing upward toward her cunt.

Ralph laughed and told her, “Joe likes sucking pussy, so sit down on his face, cumslut,” and pushed her back and down a bit, sliding forward on the couch, so she could continue to suck on his cock while sitting on Joe’s face.

By this time, her jaws were starting to ache from sucking, but Ralph had refused to let her move off of his cock.  She didn’t know what to think about Joe’s desires, but she did as she was told, and sat down somewhat gingerly on Joe’s face.  She immediately started feeling his tongue licking her pussy, and his lips mouthing her cunt lips.  Without warning, she could feel another orgasm building rather fast from all of what they were doing to her, and she began to whimper and suck with more desire on Ralph’s cock.

The eruption of Ralph’s cum in her mouth caught her off guard, mostly because she had been distracted by Joe sucking on her cunt lips.  His cum overflowed from her mouth and down her face and neck, even continuing on down between her tits.  She had always loved the feel of warm cum on her skin and in her mouth, so this triggered her orgasm as well.  It went on for some time, until she started to feel very light headed, so she pulled back off of Ralph’s cock, swallowing and tryng to catch her breath.  Her legs felt so weak, she almost fell over sideways.

 

A flash went off in her face, and she realized that Ralph had taken a picture with his digital camera of the cum on her face and tits.  She was too tired and out of breath to even protest about that, and Ralph laughed at her, saying, “now there’s a true cumslut!”

Hearing her father’s words echoing in her mind again, she blushed even more, if that was possible.  She knew her face was bright red from arousal and exertion anyway, but the humiliation made everything even more intense.

When she turned around, she saw that Joe had this pants open, and had jerked off into her panties as he had sucked on her cunt.  His cum had soaked her plain white panties quite completely.

“Wow, it’s been a long time since I have been able to suck pussy!” he said.  “Here, let me put these back on you.”  He grabbed her legs and pulled them up until she fell backwards, almost hitting her head on the floor.  Then he slid her cum-soaked panties onto her legs, and up onto her thighs.  Laughing, Ralph said, “I’ll give you a hand with that,” and pulled up on her legs so her ass was off the floor, so Joe could moved her panties back into their usual place around her thighs and waist.

She could feel the slick texture of his cum against her legs and even some against her cunt lips, and again her body took control and she came again very hard . . . and everything went black.

 

When she came to several hours later, she was lying on the couch with her legs spread wide open, wearing just her panties.  The cum on them had dried and stuck to her skin around her thighs and on her legs.  When she looked down, she saw that they had written “cumslut” and “slutty whore” again on her tits with permanent marker.  Below that on her stomach just above her bush, they had written, “Thanks for the blowjob, slut!  We’ll come by again next time for fucking.”

They had tucked $20 into the waist of her panties.

 

She knew what that meant.

 

She was now a whore who had been paid for sex.  She was thankful at that moment that no one was there to see how bright red her face had become.