Jennifer 16
The days drifted by with me cleaning for Sylvia, licking her whenever she wanted
and sucking Jared whenever he gestured towards his fly. My willpower had gone, I
instantly did what they wanted, when they wanted and for the next few days I
used my mouth whenever they wanted.
Towards the end of my period, Jared fucked me brutally in the bottom, didn't
even grease me, just bent me over, flipped my maid's skirt up and fucked me in
the bottom while Sylvia watched.
Then, a few days after, Sylvia announced she was going into the country with
friends and left me with Jared.
He didn't waste anytime, ordering me to strip and squat on the floor of the
laundry. He cuffed my hands to my collar and tied a cord from the collar to my
ankles so it was impossible for me to rise up; I was locked into that
embarrassing squatting position.
It was humiliating as my red coloured nipples and pussy lips as well as my
tattoo were openly displayed and I blushed as he slid a fat black cock on a base
under me so it's round head touched my cunt.
"You'll grow tired and start to slide down that cock, slut." He laughed and put
his hand down to my pussy. "Let's see if I need to grease you. No," he laughed
when his fingers came away wet, "the slut's wet all ready! Aren't you, slut?"
"Yes Sir," I admitted.
"After an hour or so, you'll slid down on that big black cock, fucking it like a
slut and you'll look especially nice for your friend Margaret." I looked up at
him in horror. Not Margaret, please, I almost begged out loud but knew he would
beat me if I did. My face burned at the thought of my friend seeing me like
this.
He laughed at the sight of my face. "She'll see what a slut you've become, when
you're fucking that dildo and pissed all over the floor. We'll have a laugh!"
He left and returned with a long mirror, which he leaned against the washing
machine so I could see myself. Shame and humiliation swept through me when I saw
what I looked like.
Jared grabbed my short hair. "Don't get any ideas, slut. You perform as expected
or I'll smash your fucking face! No matter where you go to, I'll find you and
cripple you! Understand, slut!"
"Yes, Sir," I said quickly.
The door closed and he left, in a few moments I heard the shower start and knew
he was getting dressed to go out. A little later, I heard the flat door slam and
I knew I was destined to squat like this for ages.
My knees were hurting and I found myself slipping further onto the cock. The
image in the mirror haunted me. A naked slut, cuffed and squatting over a fat
black cock, half of it still visible and the rest embedded in her pussy. The red
nipples and red pussy lips made me look even more obscene and the tattoo 'SLUT'
confirmed the image.
Hours later, I was well down on the cock when I peed. I had to, it had been
building up for so long and I felt relief as I released it. It splashed warmly
over my feet, my thighs and, of course, the black cock. I felt so ashamed but I
also knew I was terribly wet, aroused at the thought of the humiliation that
awaited me.
A little while later, the flat door opened and I heard Jared laughing and a
woman giggling, both of them sounding a little tipsy. It must be Margaret and I
wanted to shrink into a hole but the image in the mirror reminded me of what and
where I was.
"Do you want to see my pet slut?" I heard him say through the door.
"Are you serious?" Another voice which I instantly recognised as Margaret's
asked and I flushed in shame. The mirror showed a slut sliding down a black
cock, nipples and pussy lips red like an animals.
"I'm always serious."
No, I wanted to scream, don't come in but in horror I saw the door handle turn
and suddenly the door opened. "There she is," Jared said, almost proudly.
"I don't believe it," Margaret breathed and then suddenly laughed. "I don't
believe it!"
"Believe it and she enjoys it and wants it. Don't you, slut?" Jared asked with a
soft menace in his voice.
"Yes Sir," I whispered, head hung in shame as my face burned in embarrassment
and humiliation as my former best friend saw me in utter degradation.
"She enjoys it?" Margaret asked, astonishment in her voice.
"Look how wet she is and she's been sitting on that dildo for hours. She can't
get enough of it, can you slut?"
"No Sir," I said, fighting back the tears.
"Phew, it smells in here," Margaret said, wrinkling her nose.
"She's pissed on the floor, she's like an animal, and you have to tell her what
to do all the time. Tell Margaret you're a slut, an animal."
"I am a slut," I whispered and he slapped me quickly and I heard a gasp from
Margaret.
"Address her properly."
"I'm a slut, Ma'am," I said, my face stinging from his hand.
"Show her how you fuck the black cock, slide up and down, slut." Face burning I
pushed down on the cock, filling my pussy with it even more, fully penetrated
and I grunted as I moved up it.
Margaret clapped her hands in delight. "Look at her nipples and her labia, so
red, like a baboon I saw at the zoo. And that tattoo!"
"She begged for the tattoo, didn't you slut?" The undertone of menace was in his
voice and I knew I had no choice, I had no willpower left.
"Yes Sir, I begged for the tattoo."
"Keep fucking the dildo!" Jared snapped and I kept moving up and down, little
squelchy noises loud in the small room.
Margaret moved closer to Jared, the whisper of her cocktail dress and nylons
loud, reinforcing that they were dressed while I was naked. "Let's get out of
here, darling,' she said with a cruel look at me, "it does rather smell."
They kissed and I tried to remember when was the last time I was kissed and I
couldn't. "Ok, let's go to bed," Jared smiled, squeezing her bottom through her
dress. "When I return, I want you as far down on that dildo as you can get,
slut! I want your pussy stretched and full. Got it?"
"Yes Sir," I said in shame, grunting as I pushed down again.
"Enjoy yourself," Margaret said with a cruel smile. "I know I will."
The door closed and I was left alone, just my reflection in the mirror, and a
reflection of a squatting naked slut, fucking a black plastic cock while tears
trickled from her eyes.
