In my last account, Colin had stormed out after leaving his seed in me, as my secrets had unravelled. The situation with Gary, and his unexpected arrival when Colin was intimate with me, had forced my hand to reveal I had been cheating on him. As my arrangement with Gary was due to finish when he completed his work at a neighbour’s house, I decided to let things settle and wait for my obligations with Gary to be concluded. That way, there’d be no risk of Gary unexpectedly interrupting Colin and I again.
I carried on with being Gary’s cumslut, wearing different outfits each day to please him and be as slutty as he liked me to be. To be honest, whilst fulfilling my agreement was a bit of a chore at times, I was enjoying dressing for him and the feeling of being desired by such a brutish alpha male, who was both rough and gentle. On the last day of his contract, he got me to service him at lunchtime with a fuck followed by a blow job. As with all the previous times, I swallowed everything he ejaculated, including the contents of his condom. When he was leaving after his midday workout with me, he surprised me again by telling me he’d be round at 4pm for a final fuck before he left. I wasn’t happy with this, but I’d come so far, I wasn’t going to risk his wrath now. The afternoon went quickly and just before 4pm, I checked my make up, applied some lipstick and perfume and waited downstairs for Gary to arrive. I was wearing a white long sleeve blouse and over that was a black leather mini pinafore dress. My underwear was white, as were my stockings and I had back platform stilettos with a 5” heel. Gary had been pleased when he’d seen me in it at lunchtime. As ever, he was punctual and the doorbell rang on time. On opening the door, he already had his cock out of his trousers and was waving it about. With the door still open, he put pressure on one of my shoulders and pushed me down. So, there I was dressed all pretty and on my knees at my open front door sucking a brute’s cock. After a few moments, I think he felt he’d humiliated me enough and pulled out and walked in. I stood and closed the door and went to him to kiss him with passion. He responded and groaned as I worked his cock with one of my hands, feeling him grow.
He stopped and completely stripped apart from leaving his socks on, as usual. After saying he wanted to fuck downstairs, I went to get the condom and lube as he took me to the dining room at the back of the house. He shoved his hand under the hem of my dress and pulled my thong down so it dropped to my ankles, so I stepped out of it. He took the condom and sheathed his cock, then lubed it before bending me over the dining table and giving me the lube. Once I’d prepared myself, he immediately started probing my hole and wasted no time forcing his way in. He was clearly in a hurray as he slammed and banged my pussy so hard that the table moved. He pulled out, turned me around and sat me on the edge of the table, so I wrapped my legs around his back, making sure the stiletto heels didn’t dig into him. He probed my hole again, and then forced it in, whilst staring at me. I had my arms around his neck, so I started kissing him, with his tongue becoming more frantic as he got closer to cumming. I let go and leant back on my hands and he held my legs high and apart as he rocked in and out of me, resulting in him shouting, ‘You’re a fucking whore, Joanna, and deserve to be used’, before pumping his juice into the condom. As he pulled out, I pulled off the condom, swallowed its contents and then savoured the taste of cum on his cock for the last time. My punishment had been delivered finally and I’d accepted it dutifully. I pulled on my thong and kissed him, then he reminded me that I’d told him that some guys had given me golden showers and now it was his turn. Damn, I thought I was finished. I walked up to the bathroom with him and removed my dress, blouse and heels. He’d never seen me without my wig, so I kept it on. Wearing just my white lingerie and white stockings I entered the shower and knelt down. He took his socks off and got in too, then bent down to French kiss me. He told me to open my mouth and then he directed his cock at it, as he started to pee. As the pace of the flow increased, he stuck his cock in my mouth shooting his pee down my throat, then pulled it out to finish off by peeing on my face and chest. When the flow became a trickle, he shoved his meat in my mouth again for me to suck the last drops. After the earlier humiliation at the front door, I now felt totally degraded and used like a whore.
‘I’ll get my things and go, I’ll leave you to sort yourself out. I’ve enjoyed using you and, hopefully, our paths will cross again one day’, he said whilst leaving the shower. With that, he left me in the shower on my knees, covered in pee, but relieved that this ordeal was over. I heard him moving about and then the front door opened and closed. I was alone at last. I removed my underwear, stockings and wig and had a long shower, before getting out and running the bath. Whilst I waited for the bath to fill, I cleaned and rinsed the wig and left it to dry on a hook on the bathroom door. I popped down stairs, naked, to put the lingerie and stockings in the washing machine and to get a bottle of red wine, a glass and my phone then returned to stop the bath filling anymore. I went to my bedroom to select some pink lingerie and clean white stockings to wear once I’d bathed. I’d decided I was going to have a girly night alone and would dress in a simple feminine way.
In the bath, I relaxed, sipped wine and caught up on messages. One from Mark, saying he missed me and one from David (the guy from the toilet block) telling me I had to meet him next week as part of our arrangement - I’d been hoping that had fizzled out. I lay there wondering what to do for fun at the weekend and I’d tried to contact Colin and make it up to him, but had no response, so I messaged one of my other lovers, Will, the 20-something sex god. Once out of the bath, dried and wearing my underwear, I selected a short brown dress, that was fitted in the middle and completed the outfit with brown ankle boots with a 4” heel. After applying lipstick, I checked myself and felt suitably girly. Although I wasn’t dressing for anyone to see, I wanted to feel truly feminine. After grabbing a vibrating dildo, I took my wine with me and went to sit on the sofa. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat back.
Messages had started coming through again and I was pleased to see that Will had responded saying he was free the next day (Saturday). It looked as though it could be a good weekend after all. He went on to say that he wanted me to meet his mate and sent me a photo of a fresh faced, slim Asian guy. I was interested, so agreed to be at Will’s for 7pm the next day.
I spent the evening pleasuring myself with my dildo and once I felt tired, I slipped into bed still wearing my pink lingerie and white stockings, waking in the morning still wearing them, I went downstairs to make a cup of tea. Whilst it was brewing, I thought about the outfit that I’d wear that evening. I knew Will liked the slutty/hooker look, so I decided on an outfit that would satisfy his preference. I’d also take a couple of other outfits as a back up.
More to follow in Part 2, if you’re interested. I don’t want each part to be too long. Thank you for reading
Joanna xx
