by Violet Blue
“Look at yourself,” she said warmly, lifting and turning me to face the mirror. My eyes were wide, face flushed, hair wild. My lipstick showed I’d been sucking cock. The A-line shirt was stretched out over my large tits and belly, so thin you could see my nipples clearly, and SLUT was written across my chest in red. My skirt had ridden up and my cunt peeked out, glistening. The fishnets had ripped, and the tough boots made me look decidedly queer. She had marked me, her scent enveloping me, her name for me emblazoned on my chest, her cock still on my lips. I am not just a slut, I am her slut, and her actions crystallized that fact. Being her slut makes me powerful.
She tugged my skirt down slightly and stood behind me, pulling the lock out of her pocket and locking my cuffs together behind my back. I stood tall and followed her out of the room, strutting, my shoulders back, my boots loud, my head high. I was proud to be seen with her, my handsome butch in leather.
All day she showed me off. The attention made me dizzy. A tall gorgeous man with chocolate brown skin, broad shoulders, predatory eyes, and fangs peeking out from his wicked smile admired my tits and growled in my ear, making my cunt spasm. A gorgeous Asian femme dyke eyed my legs as she talked to Sir quietly. Her boy, a short, square-framed Latina butch licked her lips and winked at me. Sir kept a hand on me all day, tugging my arms back by the cuffs to push my tits out farther, stroking the back of my neck, resting her boot on my thigh as I sat at her feet. Her touch casually claimed me, keeping my arousal high.
Late in the day, she brought me over to watch a pale redheaded trans boy black the boots of a gorgeous bear of a man with pale skin covered in gray fur. She unclipped my wrists, massaged my arms, and locked them together in front of me, sitting me down to watch as she approached the bear to whisper in his ear. He nodded, gesturing to the boy, and they continued to talk, the bear’s eyes grazing my mouth, my thighs, my boots. I was mesmerized by them, watching the boy’s hands work, and when he lay on his belly to lick the bear’s boots, my cunt jolted and my breathing stopped. Sir returned to stand behind me, leaning in to my ear as she pinched my nipples.
“Come,” she growled.
I did, trying to be quiet, my eyes locked on the boy tonguing those boots as I writhed in my chair.
“That’s my good slut,” she said. “I’m going to enjoy giving you away tonight.”
My eyes widened. I imagined being given to the bear in front of me, my ass pounded by his cock. Or maybe his boy, using those strong hands to open me up. I could almost feel the vampiric man sinking his teeth into me as he rammed me with his cock. I could see that femme top holding me down for her boy, her nails raking my skin as her boy fisted me. I writhed in the chair, my cunt throbbing. I was trembling, my mind racing from one image to the next, until they all blended together and I met Sir’s eyes, whimpering.
“Yes, slut. I’m going to offer you around. I’m going to make sure everyone knows how much you need to be fucked. You will be displayed for all to see. Everyone will know what a slut you are.”
I was going to be displayed, naked in my desire. I shuddered, lowering my gaze. My clit was pulsing, my skin hot and flushed with shame.
Fear built through dinner. She sat next to me at a crowded table as I awkwardly attempted to eat with my wrists locked together, watching my face as I thought about saying no, calling it off. I was not sure I could do it. I barely tasted the food, and sat quietly as the table ordered coffee, my hands resting in my lap. Sir leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“Stroke your clit for me, slut. You may come as many times as you like, just do not make a sound.”
I could feel the blush begin, heat racing up my skin as I reached for my clit under the table. I was sure everyone could hear the rings on my cuffs moving as I stroked myself. I gritted my teeth as I came and could feel tears form as I continued to stroke helplessly. I came two more times before coffee had been drunk, and she told me to stop, dinner was over.
I was so hungry to be fucked I would have gladly bent over in the lobby just to feel something inside me. Sir took me to the public playspace and detached my cuffs so she could put me in the sling. She clipped the cuffs to the sling and there I was, exposed. My skirt had ridden up, and I was spread wide, aching to be plundered. I felt so empty. She stepped back to look at me and shook her head, pulling out her pocket knife. She cut off the shirt, exposing my tits and belly, then stepped back. It still wasn’t right. She pulled out that very same lipstick and wrote across my broad belly. I couldn’t see it, and I was stuck in place, with no way to maneuver myself so I could read it.
She pulled her belt from her pants and stepped back, laying sting in waves along my upper thighs. She tapped my cunt with the belt and I yelped. Sir reached for something from her bag, fumbling with it, then placed it at the mouth of my cunt.
“Please, Sir,” I whimpered.
“My slut wants to get fucked, mmm? Not just yet. Don’t you want to know what’s written across that gorgeous big belly of yours?”
I nodded.
“It says I AM A SLUT. PLEASE FUCK ME. That’s what you need, isn’t it? To be fucked. By me, by my friends. That’s what you love, to be spread wide and fucked. Say it for me, and I’ll fuck you, slut.”
She teased around my opening as she talked. I was holding my breath. She had actually done it. The fantasy I’d had for years. It was going to happen that night. I couldn’t believe she had done it. She pinched my nipple, jolting me out of my reverie.
“I won’t fuck you ’til you say it, slut.”
“Please, Sir. I am a slut. Please fuck me, Sir. I am your slut. Please, Sir. I need to get fucked. Please fuck your slut.”
The baton slid in. It was cold and excruciatingly hard. My cunt contracted around it, and it was so unforgivingly, amazingly hard. So hard it ached. Once it was in deep, she kept it still.
“You don’t even need a dick or a hand to come around, do you, slut? You’d come around anything as long as it was hard and deep, wouldn’t you? All right then, slut. You may come as much as you want tonight, as long as you make it loud.”
“Oh, god, Sir,” I moaned as I came. “It’s so hard, Sir.”
“Yes it is, slut. That’s right. And it’s just the beginning.”
She thrust it into me, and I came again, screaming for her, and it was still there, relentless, so intense that I began to cry.
“That’s my slut. Cry for me. That’s my good slut. Look up and see.”
I did. There he was, the sexy man I had seen earlier with the vampire teeth. He growled in my ear and I came again, moaning. He had metal claws on his fingers and they traced over my skin. My eyes locked on his as he played me with them, watching me tremble. The baton slid out of my cunt and I whimpered as he moved toward my feet. His claws traced my thighs, ripped my fishnets; my cunt was spasming, empty. Sir was at my ear, her hand stroking my hair.
“Tell him,” she said.
I couldn’t. I shook my head, my eyes closed, trembling at the sensations his claws were invoking. His teeth sunk into my thigh, and I came, screaming.
“Tell him, or he won’t fuck you,” she said.
I choked on shame as I met his eyes. They looked even more predatory. I felt so naked. I took a deep breath. He took out his cock, and it was beautiful. He put on a condom. I could do this.
“I am a slut. Please fuck me,” I said softly.
He rammed into me. His cock was large and pulsing and so alive. My cunt clamped down and he groaned in response. He bent over and drove his teeth into my neck as he shoved into me. I was coming in waves, it was one big circuit between his teeth and my cunt, building bigger and bigger. He lifted up and glided his teeth down to worry my nipple. I came hard, milking him as he growled. It went on forever it seemed until he raised his head and slipped out of me.
He moved to stand on my side next to Sir, and I felt a slick finger teasing my ass. I looked up and the bear was grinning at me. He was sliding fingers full of lube into me and stretching my ass with two fingers.
“Are you going to say it for me, hmm?” he said, his voice lilting. “Are you an ass slut? I bet you are.”
He winked at me as his delicious fingers enticed me. I could see his boy stroking him, keeping his dick hard. It suddenly didn’t seem so serious. I looked up at Sir and she was smiling. The butch-femme couple approached, big grins on their faces. I was surrounded by smiling people, all delighted at the opportunity to fuck me. A weight lifted and the words came easily.
“I am an ass slut. Please fuck me,” I said.
“I thought you might be,” he quipped, and they all chuckled.
He gripped my hips and eased into my ass. He felt amazing. The vampire leaned in and nipped at my neck. The femme stroked my thigh as her boy took my nipple in her mouth. The bear’s boy fondled my other thigh. Sir leaned in and kissed me. I was surrounded by joy as I came. It rippled through me as the bear fucked my ass, and I could feel it gather in my stomach as it ramped up. He pulled out and gestured to his boy, as he moved up, taking off the condom and putting on a fresh one that smelled like mint. He slipped into my mouth at the same moment his boy entered my ass. He held my head still, and they fucked me together. I came, screaming and gagging around his cock as it rammed into my throat. My nipples were pinched, hands stroked my skin. I was covered in sex, dripping with it, on display for all. I joyously thrust back against the cock reaming my ass. I felt so lucky. The orgasm washed over me as it built and built and I began to fly, weightless, soaring on pleasure.
The bear pulled out of my mouth, and I could feel myself begin to laugh as my cunt closed on air and my ass clamped down on his boy’s dick. I was surrounded by laughter; we were all laughing as we fucked and kissed and stroked. Everyone was touching, and I was the conduit for all that energy, all that connection. Across gender, across orientation, we were sharing pleasure and joy and love.
“I am a slut! Please fuck me!” I shouted gladly for the whole room to hear as the bear’s boy slipped out of my ass.
The femme pulled off her nails and slid on a glove, lubing it up. She stroked the edges of my cunt, teasing me with a grin, and then pushed three fingers right in. She leaned in and blew air right onto my clit, smiling as she felt me contract around her fingers. Her thumb reached up to stroke me and I came right there, moaning loudly.
“Yes!” I yelled.
She eased four fingers in, no problem now. That insistent rubbing built, concentrating in my sternum, as she twisted her fingers, spreading them. She tucked her thumb in, working with me to slide her whole hand into my cunt. Her boy stroked my clit as she entered me. My breath stopped. I held Sir’s eyes and melted into them, feeling the energy whirl between my breasts. She was reaching right into me, and it felt like Sir reached down to hold her hand inside me, right there at my sternum.
Sir smiled, and said, “That’s my good slut.”
I came, grabbing that fist, screaming, tears streaming out of my eyes and into my ears. Hands held me, I was cradled and safe and so so full. I looked up and the femme was kissing her boy. The vampire was smiling at me and stroking his cock. The trans boy was licking the bear’s nipples. Sir smiled proudly down at me and said, “I am so lucky to have you as my slut.”
Her hand began to move inside me, and the intensity grew in my chest. I could feel her pulsing, moving so big inside me. It was suddenly too much, and my leg started cramping. She eased out and I was taken down slowly, allowed to stretch. They took me to a nearby futon. The femme’s boy was sitting there, her cock out, waiting. They seated me upon it, facing the room. She was packing a long thick dick and it reached into me, pressing insistently against my cervix as I squirmed on it. Her hands reached around to pinch my nipples, and her mouth licked and bit at my neck. I writhed on her dick. It was so long, so relentlessly there. My muscles were exhausted, I was too tired to lift up, just stuck there, impaled on her cock.
Sir pulled out her dick and teased my mouth. I wanted her inside me more than anything.
“Say it for me,” she said.
“Please fuck me, Sir. I am your slut, Sir. Oh, god please, Sir. Please fuck my mouth, Sir. I’m your cocksucking slut, Sir. Please, Sir. I am your slut, Sir.”
She slapped my cheek with her cock.
“Tell me that again.”
“I am your slut, Sir.”
“Tell me that you are proud to be my slut,” she insisted.
I came, riding the boy’s cock, squirming, moaning. Her hands lifted my hips, thrusting me onto her, moving me as she growled.
“I am proud to be your slut, Sir. Please fuck your slut, Sir,” I moaned.
Sir grabbed me by the hair and rammed her cock into my mouth. I gagged, and she kept fucking me, smiling down at me, telling me to choke on her cock. Helpless, I was filled, my mouth moved by Sir for her pleasure, the boy moving my cunt to please herself. I flew higher, holes filled, senses overwhelmed, proud to be exactly who I am. Her slut.
Later, my mouth on her boot, belly on the floor, surrounded and stroked by those who had helped her fuck me, I tasted my own come on the leather and was certain that I had gotten exactly what I asked for, precisely what I wanted. I lifted my head and smiled up at her.
“That’s my good slut,” she said gruffly, and stroked my cheek.
I am so lucky to be hers.
DESCRIBE IT
Lux Zakari
“God, I love your cunt,” James half-sighed, his breath hot against Lisa’s inner thigh.
Lisa smiled and raised her head up from the pillow. “Is that so?” she asked through a lazy yawn.
“Yes.” He gave her clit a bold kiss for emphasis.
She squirmed with pleasure at the feel of his full lips. “And what’s so great about it?”
“What isn’t?” He rested his unshaven cheek against the inside of her leg and brushed a finger against her sex, which was still damp from their earlier lovemaking.
“I don’t see what’s so special about my cunt.” She propped her arms up behind her head and neck for a better view of James’s head of dark curly hair between her legs. She stifled a moan at the sight. “I mean, you’ve had other girls. You’ve seen other cunts.”
“So what? I like yours.” Again, he kissed her clit, this time giving it a flick with his tongue that was so quick Lisa thought she had imagined it. “It’s always been so good to me.”
She fell back against the pillow again. “I guess I just don’t see it the way you do.”
“I guess not,” James said softly. His smoldering eyes had a faraway look in them as he watched his finger move over her clit.
Lisa’s eyes squeezed shut and she took a deep breath, focusing on the sensations that his hand was eliciting. “So describe it to me,” she urged. “I want you to make me love my cunt as much as you do.”
An impish grin appeared on his face. “All right.” He traced the outer lips of her pussy with his finger, then his tongue. “For starters, your cunt reminds me of a rose about to bloom.”
“Don’t insult me with clichés,” she moaned, her hips twitching at his touch.
“Don’t worry, I’m just getting started. But it’s still true,” he chuckled, glancing up at her. A surge of passion rushed through him as he observed Lisa, gloriously naked in his unmade bed. Her olive skin glowed in the dim, gold lamplight, and her eyes remained closed as she gripped the pillow beneath her head in anticipation.
He lowered his head between her legs, splayed open just for him, and studied her. “Let’s see. What can I tell you that you don’t already know?” He used two gentle fingers in the shape of a V to spread her outer lips. “Well, for one thing, I see a spot you forgot to shave.”
“Where?” Her eyes fluttered open.
“Right here.” His tongue lapped at a few sparse coarse hairs hidden in her folds.
“Never mind.” Lisa attempted to close her legs with a groan of annoyance. “This is stupid. I’m embarrassed now.”
“No, don’t be.” James clamped his hands on both of her legs and pried them w
ide open again. “You shouldn’t care. I don’t care. Don’t you think that I love that you make the effort to shave for me?” He kissed her smooth mound. “It’s unbelievably sexy.”
She smiled despite her onslaught of shyness. “It isn’t.”
“Yes, it is.” His kisses moved lower, over her sex, until he heard Lisa let out a sigh of both relaxation and bliss. “And I think it’s sexy how swollen and red your clit gets when you’re turned on. Like now.”
“I’m not turned on,” she said, her voice barely a whisper as she raised her pelvis to meet his mouth.
“I think you are.” He slid one finger inside her, causing her to gasp. When he withdrew it, he added, “And it looks like you’re very wet, too.” He pushed his finger inside her again. “Your body never lies to me.”
James bowed his head so his tongue could search out and circle her clit. Lisa moaned as his finger continued to dip inside her hot wetness, and her hips rose to meet his hand’s motions.
“I love everything about your cunt,” he murmured against her pussy. “I love the smell of it—like the beach mixed with vanilla.”
“It’s just the lotion I use,” she gasped out, her words strained, her cheeks flushed, and her honey-colored hair tangled and spread out across the span of the pillow.
“It’s you,” he told her. His tongue swept across her clit like a wave just as he added another finger inside her dripping pussy, eliciting another strangled cry from Lisa. “I love how wet your cunt gets for me, and how tight it gets when you get close. I can tell you’re close right now.”
“I am,” she whimpered, her breasts rising and falling with every sharp intake of breath she took. She reached down and tangled her fingers in his unruly hair. “So shut up already and get down to it.”
James bit back a smile and obeyed her request. Her thighs warmed his cheeks and his ears as his tongue and lips moved rhythmically over her clit and his fingers continued to plunge inside her, bringing her swiftly to orgasm. Her fingernails scratched against his scalp as shudders wracked her body and she cried out his name.