Her New Name—Part 9

(MM/F, humil, painslut, sadism, foursome, confession, alcohol)

By SM

From Part 8: “Uhm . . . I think I’ll be ok now . . . you can let me go,” although part of her wanted to hug him and ask him to fuck her, kinda’ like she’d done with the teenager, Don.

“I take it that you find pain arousing,” he said.

“Uhm . . . well, not all pain . . . sexual pain, yes . . . how did you know?”

“Your uhm . . . pussy is dripping. Why don’t you sit down for awhile? You might be ok, but you’ve been through it rough. I would feel better if I didn’t have to worry about you falling down and breaking a bone or something.”

She blushed, and looked down at the floor, embarrassed. The big man helped her sit back down, and to try to cover her humiliation, she picked up the drink and took a gulp, hoping for the numbness to come quickly.

“Are you ready to talk with the owner of the club and Fred and Bob?”

“Uhm . . . do I have to?”

“I’m afraid so. They are very concerned about you, when I told them what happened, and they want to know you’re ok. I asked them to give you the few minutes like you asked for, so they’re waiting.”

She sighed. “Well, ok, if I have to, . . . they can come in and talk with me. I don’t really know what to say, but they can come in.”

“That’s ok, . . . I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he said.

“Uhm . . . Sir?”

“Yes?”

“I want to thank you . . . but, I don’t know your name, either,” she said blushing like a schoolgirl.

“Oh, I’m sorry, how discourteous of me. My name is Marc. . . . you don’t need to thank me, but my name is Marc.”

“Well, Mr. Marc,” Kari said. “You’ve been very nice to me, so thank you, anyway.” She sounded like a young schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher.

She thought for a second that he might have actually blushed. He cleared his throat.

“Uhm . . . you’re welcome. Let me go get the owner of the club and Fred and Bob . . . his name is Alan. The owner of the club, I mean.” He went out.

. . . . .

“Ok, then. But, anytime you’re here, Miss Kari, all your drinks or food is on the house, ok? Just show this card to the waitresses, and they will give you anything you want, any time.”

“Uhm . . . thank you, Sir,” she said.

“You can cum . . . er, come here on your own, then, and be a total slut, maybe even dance nude,” her slutself.

“I can’t dance,” Kari said, remembering that being such a taboo in her family that she hadn’t even gone to the prom, although dancing nude sounded very sexy and exciting.

“Some of these strippers can’t dance, either, but they can swing around a pole, show off their tits, ass and cunt, anyway. Besides, you can get all the drinks you want, and pretty much anything here, after what happened. Don’t even try to tell me that you haven’t thought of it. Like Marc fucking you.”

Kari blushed all over her body—even her boobs turned red, bruised though they were. She couldn’t think of a single thing to say to that.

Fred and Bob watched her carefully as they went out to the car. She was still wearing the silky robe that Marc had handed to her. She’d asked for her dress, saying that she needed to give it back, and Alan had told her to keep it, on the house. It did feel good against her skin—but she thought it was a bit too colorful to be wearing on the street—made her look like a geisha girl, and since it was still light outside in the early evening that was sort of embarrassing. She’d read at the library about geisha girls in Allied the occupation of Japan, and how they had been imitations of the real “Geisha” Japanese female traditional entertainers. She, on the other hand, looked like the prostitute version.

She was very sore, so she wasn’t running any races, but after the first 20 steps or so, she started to get her muscles going, and moved along fairly well. Bob helped her into the car, then his cell phone rang. He talked for a bit, as Fred took the wheel, then he got in the front.

“That was Desirae and she’s landed at the airport. Let’s swing over and pick her up before we go home, so she won’t have to take a limo.”

Kari wasn’t sure if she was ready to face Desirae, but again, she had no choice, so to the airport they went. Desirae stood by the curb in the “Arrivals Pick-up” area, looking very cheery. Bob hopped out, and gave her a kiss and hug, then tossed her luggage in the trunk, and helped her into the backseat besides Kari.

The next 30 minutes of the drive to their house were some of the most humiliating moments in Kari’s life up to that point. Fred and Bob told Desirae the whole story. The WHOLE story, every little itty bitty detail—to the extent that they knew it—and they laughed at Kari’s most humiliating moments, making her pussy soak the back of silky robe—a kimono, she discovered it was called. However, remembering what she’s read at the library, it was a ‘geisha girl’ kimono, not a real Geisha kimono, which was very modest and not at all revealing. Kari had to admit that they must have watched her quite carefully, which was both humiliating and complimentary at the same time.

When they got to the story of finding out from Marc that Jackie had whipped her cunt after she’d forced her to suck her cunt, Desirae looked at Kari with undisguised lust in her eyes.

“I’d have loved to see that!” she said. “Show me.”

“Uhm . . . Ma’am? . . . show you what?”

“Your cunt. Open your slutty legs and let me see how bruised your cunt is.”

Kari looked at her, shocked. Realizing that she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, she coughed a bit and then slowly opened her kimono and then spread her legs.

“Lift your legs out of the way, cunt!” Desirae demanded, lust dripping from every word.

Kari lifted her legs, and Desirae impatiently swung her arm to open them, looking down at Kari’s swollen cunt. She coo’d with desire, reached down and unceremoniously grabbed Kari’s pussy lips. Kari almost jumped through the roof of the car, but somehow managed to hang on to her legs and keep them spread wide open. Then Desirae thrust 2 fingers inside her, then 3, and began pumping back and forth vigorously.

“This will be the ultimate proof of her being a total pain slut, a true pain slut . . . if she cums,” she said.

Kari’s slutself took over, and the proof was known to all as she moaned and whined out her orgasm, very deep, almost as though demanding her soul. When she finally slowed down, she looked up at Desirae, who was grinning like a predator about to go for the throat.

“You’re a real pain slut! YOU LOVE IT!”

Kari opened her mouth to speak, but no words came . . . “uh . . .,” she just blushed and looked down at the floor, and shrugged, sort of nodding, but very uncertain. On the other hand, she was very humiliated; there was no question about that.

Desirae began to pump her fingers in and out of her cunt again, and this time, it hurt even more intensely. The previous time, it had been sort of like sore skin being rubbed a bit hard, but this time, it was like harsh sandpaper taking her skin off. As she began to cum, she felt like she’d given up everything, and the blackness descended as waves of her orgasm swept through her body.

She woke up coughing at the ammonia bomb that Desirae had used to bring her out of her faint. She was confined, her wrists buckled down by her sides, her legs spread wide on some sort of short table, and Desirae was leaning over her making sure she was truly awake. When Kari got her breath back, Desirae said, “Well, pain-slut, welcome to the family.”

Kari was still trying to clear her mind, so she just looked at her.

Desirae reached over and grabbed her right boob hard, right where the finger-shaped bruises were, and dug her nails into Kari’s skin. Kari yelled, but tried to stifle it right away. Desirae let go and giggled. Kari looked down at the grooves in her skin made by her long nails—and felt her pussy tingle.

“You love it, don’t you?” Desirae dragged a finger along her cunt, coating it with Kari’s pussy juices and brought it up to Kari’s lips. By reflex, or maybe by her slutself taking over, she reached forward with her lips and tongue and tasted her own cunt juice.

Desirae laughed. “Don’t you?”

“I guess so,” Kari replied, sighing her acquiescence.

She stepped out and brought Fred and Bob back. “You’re still needing your punishment for all the slutty behavior you’ve been doing, cunt. So, we’ll take care of that. Fred stepped to the side and picked up a narrow leather paddle with the word “SLUT” cut into it. Kari started to sweat, and her pussy started to drip when she saw it in his hand. Bob stepped between her legs, took out his cock, and slipped it easily into her cunt, without any preliminaries. Desirae got up on her knees on some braces which were built into the side of the table, and moved over Kari’s face and sat down, her cunt covering Kari’s mouth. Remembering her warning before, Kari didn’t turn her head.

Bob fucked her smoothly, and Desirae started rubbing up and down on her face. She reached down and pinched Kari’s nipples, making her jump from the spear of pain, and yelled ”Suck me good, cunt!” Then, suddenly her fingers left Kari’s nipples, and the slut-paddle smacked across the bottom of her left boob, stinging her skin painfully. She yelped into Desirae’s cunt, but started sucking her cunt as ordered.

Desirae’s sharp nails returned to torture her tits, and Desirae’s cunt began to much sloppier as she got turned on by watching Kari’s pain. Then, as before, her fingers suddenly stopped pinching her nipples, and the slut-paddle landed on the underside of Kari’s right boob. She could feel Bob pumping faster, and his cock pulsed, as though about to release. Her orgasm had been building the whole time, of course.

“Just what you needed, isn’t it?” her slutself said. “Beaten, tits cruelly pinched, fucked, used like the cunt you are. Before long, you’ll be calling in, begging for punishment, when you get ‘low.’”

Kari was too busy being beaten, cruelly pinched, fucked and used like a cunt to argue—but she couldn’t think of anything to say, anyway, because it was true.

Bob spurted his cum into Kari’s cunt about that time, and Kari came as usual. When Bob pulled out and stepped back, the slut paddle descended on the inside of Kari’s left thigh only inches from her cunt, if anything harder than when it had struck her boobs. There was a pause and then she bucked again from the pain of it smacking against the inside of her right thigh. Desirae was really getting into torturing her tits, her nipples were on fire with the pain, and she thought she felt blood coming from the scratches from Desirae’s nails around her boobs. Suddenly, Desirae pulled her nipples up very hard, putting more pressure on Kari’s face with her cunt, and then they both came together. Kari gave up trying to breath as Desirae’s steamy cunt and thighs cut off her air, and she just let go to accept the blackness as it enveloped her.

When she came to, Desirae had used another ammonia bomb under nose. She’d been turned face down, and her boobs were dangling through holes, sending shots of pain up from her nipples. Apparently, they were clamped harshly, and weighted, as she could feel them being pulled down rather severely. Someone was fucking her ass, cumming right at that moment, and then pulled out, leaving Kari feeling totally empty and violated. Next, someone started whipping her ass, with something like the slut paddle, never striking the same place twice, but covered her entire ass area.

“There you go, cumslut. Marked with the word “SLUT” slapped into your skin, under your boobs, on the inside of your thighs, and all over your ass. The marks will go away eventually, so we’ll have to redo them. But, they will do for now,” Fred said. “Now it’s my turn,” and slammed his cock into Kari’s cunt, fucking her hard until he exploded inside her. As always, when someone came inside her, Kari came in response.

“It’s too bad you can’t get knocked up,” her slutself said. “You’ve always gotten very horny and slutty about that.”

Again, Kari didn’t know what to say, because that was also the truth, just as much as the previous comment of her getting the punishment she’d needed.

They unbuckled her restraints, and Fred and Bob turned her around, lifting her into sitting position. Her ass hurt, but they didn’t seem worried about that. There was a mirror facing her, and she could see the vivid white marks of the reversed word “SLUT” surrounded by the bright red where the paddle had stung her skin, under her each of her boobs, and inside her thighs. The word “CUMSLUT” was still faintly visible where it had been written on top of her boobs, and some of the other crude sayings appeared around on her body. Now, she understood what Fred had told her about being marked. So, the word “SLUT” was all over her ass, too. Her face was shiny with Desirae’s cunt juices, and she looked like she’d been “rode hard and put up wet,” as the old saying goes. Her cunt was extremely sore, and cum was dripping from it onto her thighs and table.

“Next time, I’ll make you lick up all the cum you dripped on the table,” Desirae said, actually grinning. Kari’s cunt pulsed and more cum dripped, and Desirae looked at her and laughed, obviously seeing that she was turned on by the prospect of being humiliated of licking cum off of the table.

But, the odd thing was, she actually felt relieved. She hadn’t had to choose a thing, except come to work, and she’d been punished well—at least well enough to cover the payment for the slutty experiences that had happened the previous two days. They gave her something to eat and drink, helped her back into her kimono, handed her back the clothes that she’d worn when she’d arrived, along with an envelope, and took her home.

After they had helped her get her sore and tired body inside her house, she opened the two envelopes that had been given to her. They contained checks from the times she had worked as well as the bonuses, along with the list of things had had gotten her those bonuses. The lists were quite humiliating: “For being a great cumslut-maid, as well as a cunt for the gangbang, $1200,” “willingness to be in the Slut Billboard game,” and so on. At the bottom, under a category called, “Charges”, it read, “For giving you punishment, which you need to pay for being a slut, $20. You have to pay for that, of course.”

But, she’d made been paid over $3,500. So, she might be a whore, now, but she wasn’t a cheap whore.

“Well, there’s still that invitation to go have free drinks at the nude bar,” her slutself said. “You can be a cheap whore there, I’m sure. And, Joe fucked you for the price of the drink he gave you. That’s pretty cheap.”

“Gee, thanks for reminding me.”

“No problem, glad to help, anytime.”

She was so sore the next morning, that she called in sick at the library. She was supposed to be there that afternoon, so that gave them time to get a replacement, so they said it was no problem. Kari had worked there very consistently for years, and rarely taken time off, so she had tons of sick-leave built up. Her only problem was that she was extremely horny, even after all of those slutty experiences.

The phone rang in the middle of the afternoon. It was Joe. “Hey, I went by the library to talk you out of your panties, and they said you’d called in sick. Are you ok?” He sounded very concerned.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just very sore from . . . all the stuff with the Rictnor’s these past few days.”

“Ah. Yes, Lisa told me about the “Slut Billboard,” and the “Poke Her” game.”

“uhm . . . ok.” Kari was glad she wasn’t having this conversation at work because her cunt fired up like a car engine. She was only wearing her kimono because it was so gentle on her sore skin, so she could feel it getting wet under her drippy pussy. She thought about if Joe would tell his friends at church, like Ralph, and how her reputation would be soiled by all the women talking about her slutty whorish behavior. She waved a hand by her blushing face, as if to try to cool herself. And, she’d been struggling already about being horny. This wasn’t helping.

“Well, I guess talking you out of your panties, so I can cum in them and then bring them back in for you to wear isn’t one of the choices today . . . unless you would be willing for me to come get them at your house?”

“Uhm . . . I’m not . . . uhm . . . wearing panties,” she confessed. The humiliation of confessing to being basically naked didn’t help her reduce her horniness, either.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Joe said. “Well, if you’re willing, I can come over and you can give me some panties you’ve worn recently, and I’ll cum in them for you. I’ll even let you watch me jerk off.” Kari thought he was pretty arrogant to think she’d like to watch that.

But, the thing is, it was true. She liked watching cocks erupt and the cum drip down over her hand, or anywhere.

“I’m just really really horny, and well . . . you’re . . . you’re . . . uh . . .” he started to say.

“Cheap and easy,” she finished his sentence for him.

“No! No! I was going to say, you’re just so sexy!”

“Oh. I guess.” She wasn’t sure if that was better or worse.

“Really, that’s what I was thinking and going to say. I mean it as a compliment.”

She sighed. If she wasn’t so horny herself, she wouldn’t even be considering letting him come over, knowing it’s for sex. Her decent into depravity had been so fast that now, she was considering things she’d never dreamed of.

“Are you there?” she asked her slutself.

“Of course.”

“Did you understand why all this is happening?”

“Of course.”

“Will you help me understand it, then?”

“Of course.”

“You can really be irritating when you’re like that, do you know that?”

“Of course,” and her slutself giggled hysterically, so Kari turned back to her conversation with Joe.

“Ok, Joe. You can cum over, but if I don’t like something, and if I tell you to back off, then you’ll have to back off and leave. Or, you’ll never be welcome here again. Ok?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Joe replied.

“Oh, quit it . . . don’t call me ‘Ma’am’.”

“Yes, M . . . er, ok. I’ll be right over. Ok if I bring something to drink?”

“Yeah, I need a drink after all that I’ve been through this past few days.”

He arrived with a sack of stuff, and had his hand hiding something behind his back. When she opened the door, he handed her a bouquet of roses.

She just looked at him. “Uhm, thank you for the flowers, but . . . well, come in, and we might talk about that later.”

The sack contained a bunch of snacks, like chips and dip, crackers and cheese, and all that, as well as a bottle of rum and a bottle of cola to mix it with. Kari wasn’t moving very fast, although, she had gingerly put some other clothes and heels on. She wasn’t quite up to just meeting Joe at the door wearing a geisha girl’s kimono looking like a Japanese whore. “I might be a whore, but I don’t have to look like one in my own house,” she said to herself.

She looked in a back cabinet and got out a vase for the flowers, sighing a bit. She brought it out to the living room, where Joe was setting up the snacks, and put it on the table, inserting the bouquet.

“Thank you for the flowers, but it’s really a hard thing for me.”
“I thought all women love to have flowers.”

“I know that’s what you meant, but the only reason my dad got flowers for my mom was to pacify her rage after he’d done something that she blamed him for.” Kari thought back to when her dad had brought flowers to her mom right after she’d almost caught him as he pulled his cock out of Kari’s mouth, with cum dripping from Kari’s lips. They had covered up in time, but it had been close. But, her mom seemed to know—or at least strongly suspected—what he’d done, and she’d gone into a rage. She never said anything to anyone, she just made them all pay for it for days with her rage.

“My ex brought me flowers and I was a total bitch to him about it, picked a big fight, and he had no idea what it was about.”

Joe stopped and looked at her, “Oh.”

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “You haven’t done anything wrong that you think would make me angry have you?”

He looked shocked. “I . . . uhm . . . not that I know of . . . uhm . . . like what?”

“Have you fucked anyone else since you fucked me?”

“No! . . . I mean . . . No! . . . I . . . think about you quite a lot, so . . . I haven’t really been interested in anyone else, since . . . to tell you the truth,” he finished lamely.

Kari nodded, then looked at the floor hoping her hair would cover her face when she thought about how many people, both men and women, had fucked HER since Joe had. And, Joe knew about the gangbang “Poke Her” game, the “Slut Billboard” and she felt very ashamed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that,” she sighed. “Well, you know what’s happened . . . uhm . . . at least part of it . . . since then . . . with me, I mean. It was unfair of me to even ask.” She was so humiliated that she wanted to crawl under the table. But, her cunt pulsed and soaked her panties, in spite of her dismay.

“You want him to know all about how much of a cumslut you are,” her slutself said. “It will turn you on to know that someone else knows just how much of a slut you are. Just like you’d love your ex-husband to know, too.”

“He might know already, anyway . . . my ex, I mean . . . he might have been at the bukkake party.”

“Yeah, and now you’ll just have to tell Joe all about it. You’ll be fucking him in no time, cheap slut for real. You said you wanted to understand your descent into depravity, so here’s a start.”

“’have to’?”

“Just pretend that you’re driven to confess under threat of the whip.”

“Part of it? So, there’s more than what Lisa said.”

“Yeah.”

He looked at her a bit cautiously. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, but I will, anyway. I’m a stupid cunt.”

He just looked at her, and remained silent.

“Maybe you should be the one angry with me.”

“Uhm . . . I can’t see why.” Then he grinned, “unless you won’t give me your panties to off jerk into while you tell me all the sexy things you’ve been doing.”

Kari actually laughed. “Pervert.”

“Yup. . . . Maybe like you.” He looked relieved that she wasn’t losing it and slapping his face.

“Touché,” she said.

“Well, let’s have a drink or two to steady your nerves, and then you can give me your panties, and I’ll jerk off into them while you tell me all about the nasty slutty things you’ve been doing. Oh, and you can have some chips and dip an’ stuff, too. It will be better than going to the movies.”

Kari’s mind flashed to the one time that her ex had taken her to the movies, and she had put her coat over her lap, and fingered her to orgasm. Right in the theater in front of a hundred people or so.

“Now, THAT was a real turn on for you, except that you’d wanted to kick your pants and panties off and walk out bottomless showing all of them your cunt was dripping, and that you had cum like a whore,” her slutself said.

“Oh, hush, and help me have nerve to tell Joe about the last two days. I don’t have it in me to tell about the last 40 years . . . at least not yet.”

“Can do. I’ll be happy to, in fact. Help you tell him about the last two days, I mean. Telling about all your slutty fantasies from the last 40 years might be actually easier, when you get around to that.”

“I did ask you to hush while you helped me.”

“Ah, yes . . . so you did, sorry.” And she hushed.

He took her brief silence to mean that she was in favor and poured them a couple drinks, after going into the kitchen fridge for some ice. He handed hers to her, and took a sip of his own. She’d watched him make her drink, so she already knew it was strong, but by now, that was what she was used to, so she took a gulp, and didn’t even cough. They had a few chips and so on, and Kari just sat back, groaning a bit.

“You ok?”

She looked at him.

“Well, maybe this will enlighten you,” and she opened to top of her dress, which buttoned—or unbuttoned—down to her waist. As she wasn’t wearing a bra, she knew that “SLUT” was emblazoned across the bottom of her boobs in white skin, while rest was fiery red and swollen from the slut paddle, not to mention that he could still faintly read the word “CUMSLUT” across the top of her boobs, interrupted by the occasional finger-shaped bruise and the nail-cuts which had bled a little.

She stood up and shimmied out of her dress.

His head turned sideways, to read the similar “SLUT” marks on the inside of her thighs. And he read aloud one of the phrases which caught his eye, “First cum, First served.”

“Wow . . . I mean WOW! . . . I think this is the part where you need to give me your panties, or I’ll be cumming in my pants.”

Kari blushed, turned around, and reached down and gingerly shimmied out of her panties, and handed them to him. Her mound was obviously bruised and her cunt lips swollen and red. Joe looked at her, also seeing the SLUT marks all over her ass, the bulge in his pants growing obvious. He opened them and his cock jutted out stiffly. He sat down, took another drink, and wrapped her panties carefully around his cock so they wouldn’t come off from his jerking hand. “So, tell me about it.”

She sat down and spread her legs very wide, not really to be slutty, but because it helped the pain in her hip muscles a bit. She took a drink . . . and a deep breath . . . and another drink.

“This isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m not used to talking about stuff . . . uhm . . . like this.”

“Take your time. Jerking off in your panties while you’re watching, and just seeing you sitting here in front of me naked with your heels on, with all that on your body would be enough to make me cum, anyway. And if your story is as good as I think it’s going to be, I’ll cum several times.”

Kari looked at him and smiled. “Pervert.”

He laughed. “Yeah, about you.”

She took another couple of gulps and tried to collect her thoughts.

“I thought you were going to help me,” she said to her slutself.

“I am. . . . Do you think you’d be sitting here naked with your legs spread like a whore aimed at a guy who has already fucked you and wants to fuck you—well, tonight he wants to jerk off in your panties, and then fuck you later—if your slutty side wasn’t alive and well and inviting attention?”

“Well, help me with the words . . . I’m having trouble talking about it.”

“It’s like diving into a cold swimming pool. You dive in, and I’ll help you keep going.”

“Ok.”

“Well, I guess this part started when Desirae called me and said she was going out of town . . . and she needed me to help for two nights. I worked out what time and all that, and I went there at about 5 . . . poker game, which became the “Poke Her” game, which you already know about from Lisa . . . nude bar . . . Jackie . . . Marc . . . kimono . . . Desirae’s nails torturing her tits . . . pain slut . . . leather SLUT paddle . . ..” She told him the whole story, every itty bitty nasty slutty detail, and she fingered herself and spread her pussy lips to show him her open drippy pussy while she talked. She even spanked her own cunt a couple of times when she told about being whipped. He jerked off with her panties on his cock, and watched and listened intently, even forgetting to take a drink of his rum and coke. She, though she had even gotten a refill for herself, and was feeling like she was probably drunk, or close to it. Her panties around Joe’s cock were totally soaked with his cum.

“And, that’s about the whole story, at least going back 2 days. Then you called and . . . well, then’s now.”

There was a long pause.

“Incredible. Especially since I know it’s all true. I don’t remember cumming that many times before. You are unbelievably sexy.”

“What I told you was just the truth of what happened. Yeah, it’s all true.” She took another drink. “You planning to take advantage of me tonight since I’m drunk?”

“I wasn’t thinking that.”

“Maybe you should.”

“Do you want me to?”

She looked at him, feeling the rum make her head spin just a little.

“Yeah. I think I do. I’ve been slutty horny all day, and you’d think that I’d had enough with all of that, but I’m becoming a depraved cunt.” She took another drink. “A nympho slut to be fucked and used and whipped. That’s me.”

She looked up at him, since he was silent for so long. He just was sitting there looking at her. Her cum-soaked panties were still around his cock, which was stiff again, from hearing her slutty words.

“I’m kinda’ torn.”

“Torn?”

“Yeah. You are a pervert’s dream. And, yet I think I might be in love with you. So, if I take advantage of you, then I might be screwing things up between us. I don’t want to screw it up with you. Yet, the pervert side of me wants to fuck you until you beg me to whip you, like you’ve said you get so turned on about. I don’t know which side to choose.”

She looked at him, feeling more dizzy and took another drink. “I think I need both. I want to be loved and wanted and cared for. And I need to be used and abused and fucked senseless, like a stupid cunt who needs to be part of stuff like a “Poke Her” game and have guys cum all over my face and then whipped to pay for it. If I don’t, I get very bitchy and impossible.”

“And for tonight?”

She shrugged. “I want both. I don’t want to deshide . . . decide . . . anythin’ ’bout it. Just use me as y’ur fucktoy, love me or whatever, and then spank me and tell me I’m jush your cunt.” The booze was starting to hit her pretty hard.

“Mine?”

She looked at him and shook her head. “I don’t know.” She took another drink. “I give up. I shurrender.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Probly . . . I . . . hope so.” She took another gulp, and then poured the rest of her drink over her bush and open pussy. “Dur yur wanna’ drink, too?”

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