Mel, the Once and Future Slut Ch. 04

So that's what I did, I washed my hair in a bowl of my piss, at the end with Master helping pour it as I leant to one side over the kitchen sink to keep it off my cum covered face. Then I just leant back against the worktop, piss streaming from my hair and down my body as my Master took some photos. I fucking loved it!

Master was leaning against the worktop, absently holding his cock in one hand, my phone in the other, and enjoying the show.

'All that splashing and I'll need to pee myself soon,' he told me, 'But first come here and get this hard.'

Ooh, goody! I sashayed across and pressed myself against his right side, my cheek on his shoulder and my left arm around his waist as his right arm curled around to rest on my bum. I stroked my right hand across his thigh, slipped it under his already hardening cock and cupped his hairless balls, then grasped his length and slowly and gently began to wank him.

Masters cock is just lovely. Not as big as Dan's monster, which is a good bit over 20cm and as thick as my wrist, but still a good size, and I admired the carefully groomed pubic hair (which I found later from my friend Shell is called a manzilian). So much sexier than a big bush of hair.

In no time he was fully hard again with beads of pre-cum forming at the tip, each of which I carefully collected then licked from my fingertip.

Master smiled at me and I turned to face a little more toward him (while trying to grind my clit against his thigh) and gave him my best open mouthed, tongue out and drooling - please cum in my mouth - ahegao look.

His smile widened as he turned to fully face me. I thought for a moment he might kiss me, but he just looked at me.

Then the spell broke, and taking my hand, he led me across the kitchen to the French doors, out onto the patio and over to the outdoor dining set where he manoeuvred me so that I was against the table with Master behind me.

Hooking a foot around a chair leg he pulled it close, 'Foot up,' he said, putting a hand under my thigh and helping me balance as I raised my leg. Then, for the first time, he slid his cock into my cunt.

I leant on the table as he slowly thrust into me, enjoying the fulfilment, but as lovely as it was to have my Master fucking me outdoors on a lovely sunny Friday afternoon, my cunt was still loose and full of my cunt juice and gooey lube, so I really couldn't feel much, which is of course exactly what he wanted.

With one hand on my thigh and the other round on my hip Master started to ram into me harder, and at this angle he was hitting my cervix nicely.

'This is how it should be for you slut,' he murmured in my ear. 'Cunt so loose that any guy will have to fuck you hard to get any feeling, and it'll take him ages to cum.'

He was pounding into me now. A little bent at the knees to thrust up into me. Whether I could feel much friction or not, the sheer eroticism of the situation and the banging on my cervix had me panting.

'So if a guy can't get off in your cunt,' he said a little breathlessly, 'what might he do?'

I knew this one. 'They'll need to fuck my face, or my arse Master. Or both. I hope both.' I was whimpering for it, and wished Master would do that now.

'And why is that better?' He asked.

I knew this one too. 'Because it's more degrading Master, and I want that, I need it.'

'Exactly. You're going to be so very good at this.' I basked in his praise.

'But that's not what we're here for,' he said, slowing his thrusts. He slowed and then stopped with his cock buried as far in as he could get it, and just stood still. I thought he must simply be teasing me, but then I felt it. At first a warm flood spreading, and then a gush down my thighs and a spattering on the concrete, then a hard spurt deep inside, and another! Master was pissing in my cunt!

Oh, you wonderful, sick, perverted, bastard!' I was in heaven!

Master started to pump into me again as he fired jet after jet of hot piss into me for what felt like a minute, then, panting, he slowed again, stopped and pulled out of me and leant against a chair.

'Clean,' he said, and I immediately turned to squat in front of him and swallowed his cock almost whole. I pushed my face into his groin and feverishly licked his wet balls and wiped the trickles of piss off his legs with my hair.

'Actually, I meant that your cunt has had all that lube cleaned out,' and he was right. As he'd been fucking me and pissing in me the friction had certainly increased a bit as the goo was flushed out.

Taking my wrists he pulled to get me to stand, his hard cock now pressing against my tummy, sandwiched between us, and now he did kiss me, a kiss filled with passion and lust and intense animal need. I genuinely thought I might faint, I was spinning and light headed and my knees went weak, but Master just tightened his arms around me as our tongues fucked each other. My cunt re-lubricated and was leaking again well before we separated.

Master just smiled at me, then took my hand and led me back into the kitchen. He very quickly pulled two of the breakfast bar stools out and positioned them quite close together (he did it without hesitation so I suspected that he'd had this planned) and his intent was obvious, so by the time Master was seated, one thigh on each high stool and leaning on the breakfast bar, I was already kneeling behind him. I ran my hands down Masters hips, over his bum, then the backs of my fingers along his inner thighs, then one hand cupped his balls, the other grasped his hard cock, and leaning forward I placed a gentle kiss on my Masters asshole. For the next 10 minutes or so I tried to show my Master my complete adoration with my hands on his cock and my mouth on his balls, perineum and asshole.

The parallel of Dan rimming my asshole right here the night before was perfect, and I couldn't wait to tell him about this and the other filthy things we'd been doing.

This was utter bliss for me - to be able to serve my Master in such a giving yet perverted and degrading way. My desperate need to be a truly filthy slut was being satisfied in the most glorious way, and the day was far from over yet.

Eventually Masters tensing, clenching and sighing increased significantly, at which point he sat up and twisted himself around to be on one stool, facing me with his cock pointed at my mouth.

'Finish it with your mouth, cunt. No hands. You need another load on your face.'

Written like that it might sound like it was angry and aggressive, but it wasn't at all. It was somehow gentle, giving me what I needed.

And I did need it, I needed it so badly! Mouth open, tongue out, I slowly slid my face onto Masters length. I had to pull my tongue in but I kept going, maintaining eye contract and trying to distravt myself from my body's desire to gag by squeezing my nipples as hard as I could.

My nose reached his stomach and I managed to wiggle my tongue a little bit. Master groaned and held my head still for a moment.

Then I throat wanked my Masters cock like a proper slut should. Given that he'd been so close just minutes earlier, it didn't take long for his breathing to speed up and for him to groan that he was going to cum.

I pulled back off him and wanked his drool coated rod with slow firm strokes, the tip just a couple of centimetres from my nose. 'Please Master, cover this cunts face. Cum on it, please!'

I love getting what I ask for. The first spurts of this load seemed thinner compared to the heavy, thick load earlier and they showered my face wonderfully, then the last three or four were thicker again, casting big heavy gobs onto my forehead, lips and cheeks.

Happy beyond words I took hold of his cock and gave the tip loving kisses while I beamed up at my Master.

Master gave a huge contented sigh then spat down onto my slut face. 'Thank you Master, this is so wonderful,' I said, putting as much feeling into my words as I could.

'Pretty fantastic from my end too slut. You've been perfect today.' Prefect! My Master said I was perfect!

'Now, let's get a photo or five,' and picking up my phone from the benchtop he double clicked the camera on and took one of me kneeling at his feet, one of me licking his toes and a few of close-ups of my cum covered face, including an ahegao shot.

'Don't wash that off till tomorrow,' Master instructed me.

'I promise Master.'

I got us more water and sat looking at the photos (and a few short video clips) at the breakfast bar while Master went into the lounge to retrieve his laptop from his bag, came back to sit by me and turned it on.

'I've still got work to do on this but I'll take you through it now.'

He went to a browser tab with an adult dating site already loaded, then he clicked to the next tab which was a different but similar site.

'I don't know what your experience of online dating is, but there are sites for kink of all kinds, and they're all very hard work. Fetlife is the only one really worth bothering with.'

I explained to my Master that I'd tried a couple but had given up in just a few days.

Master explained at length what at least some of the problems were - the male to female ratio imbalance, the players, the fakes, the misogynists and the inability of many to write coherent sentences.

Other than that last bit, he said, that shouldn't be too much of a problem for what he had in mind. He neither wanted nor needed lengthy correspondence and didn't care if guys were married. Indeed, he preferred if they were married because married men would be more likely to be discrete and wouldn't be out trying to fuck ever woman they met, and thereby picking up something unpleasant. Obviously they were on sites like this to find a fuck, but the odds were against them.

He explained that both sites seemed very similar and that the profiles he'd set up were identical, but using two sites cast a wider net. He noted that he had limited experience of these sites, but I needed a lot of use, and this was how to get it.

I confess, I was a bit dazed. It hadn't taken me long to work out what Master had planned here. Master was going to farm me out to random guys off vanilla dating sites. It seemed so random, but Master was explaining more so I tried to focus.

As he talked he logged into one of the sites and I learned that my alter ego was called Laura.

Laura described herself as being of a similar age and the same size and said she was pretty, but had no face photos to show it, and said she'd only share those with those she was interested in. There were several grainy photos of a slim blonde with big tits with the face blurred out. They weren't of me, but they could have been going by body shape and hair.

Laura was married and wanted discrete sex with attractive healthy men on an ongoing basis, which sounded pretty vanilla to me.

But then it got better.

Laura explained her utter disinterest in boring sex which she already got at home. Laura was submissive and wanted a man who knew how to use a woman properly.

There was then stuff about what a suitor had to do to have any chance of a reply, like attach full length clothed photos and a recent face photo. A detailed introduction was required which should, at a minimum, outline the applicants sexual interests and preferences and should cover things like their ability to host (home, hotel, motel or whatever) or visit and general availability to meet with extra points going to those who could meet midweek during the day.

The profile was well written and basically made it clear that I'm a submissive slut who likes it hard and filthy, who does anal and sucking cock and who loves being cum on. Condoms required for penetration, no bondage and no S&M - though those things would be negotiable if things went well.

Messages with no attachments (and therefore no photos) wouldn't even be opened. Dickheads would be blocked etc.

'Do you think this will work, Master?' I asked, probably sounding doubtful.

'Oh, it'll work,' he said. 'It'll just take some effort to get going.'

The problem, he explained, was the sheer volume of messages that would need to be sifted through, and with that he tapped the inbox icon on the screen, which currently said 234! He expected that most mail could easily be filtered out at a glance for not complying with the retirements of the profile text, which would leave relatively few to really look at.

'And how do I pick from those Master?' I asked, still not convinced.

'You don't,' he said. 'I do. There's a goal, but getting to it will involve a bit of trial and error.'

I made a puzzled face and he went on.

There'll be no cafe catch-ups or meetings and greetings. You'll be fucking these guys the first time you see them. Some might be inept - they might be able to convincingly write that they're kinky, but can't do it on the night, maybe because they'd never had the opportunity to try. Any of those get dropped. Others are likely to be hesitant - being invited to be sexually abusive by a complete stranger should make any man hesitate. What if she changes her mind and reports him? No, most guys, even experienced kinky guys, won't go hard-out the first time, but you'll probably weed out some more after the second time.'

I was breathless, my heart rate elevated, this was actually a bit frightening, but I was excited too. I couldn't quite get my head around this actually happening, at least not to me. It was like talking about another person.

At the back of my mind my little demon reminded me that it's wise to be careful what you wish for. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pink cock cage, and then thought of the strapon harness that should arrive on Monday. This was going so fucking fast!

Master tapped my hand and I realised my mind had wandered.

'Hey,' he said. 'You'll be fine. All you've got to do is turn up and take cock and cum, it's the guys that have to do all the work. Trust me.'

'As I mentioned, there's a goal here, and the goal is to find several guys - might be 3, might be 6 - who are into this sort of stuff,' he swept an arm to encompass the kitchen, lounge and patio and, by inference, what we being doing. 'The number of guys will of course depend upon their availability. For example, there might be a self employed guy who can pretty much do as he pleases, but there might also be a devilishly kinky professional guy who's only available once a month. Ultimately, the end goal is for you to be used as you should on a regular basis, and the best way to ensure that is for there to be lots of options.

This was making a perverted kind of sense, and being 'used as I should' sounded very appealing, but I still couldn't make my brain accept that I'd be the one doing this.

'Anyway,' said Master, pointing to the inbox icon on the website, which said 238 now, 'The flood has begun, but I've made a start and have 4 tentatively lined up for Sunday. Should be able to find another before then.

My jaw was on the worktop now. 'This Sunday Master? Wh... w...'

'Where? My rental. It's nothing flash but it's nice enough and it's private. I've told them that you have a friend whose house is available for an hour or so before an agent is arriving to look at the house, and obviously you need time to tidy up a bit before then, so that puts a limit on the time they can fuck around, so to speak. Without that some of the nervous, hesitant ones will be there for ages. Again though, most will have limited time, and with you dressed appropriately,' he looked me up and down and smiled, 'there shouldn't be any issues. I'd bet my boots that most, if not all of them, will arrive on the dot and will be gone well before time is up. You represent an incredibly rare opportunity to these guys - their own porno fucktoy slut who wants purely casual, no strings, discrete, filthy sex. That's a lottery win for most men, so they'll be trying to impress.'

'The clincher,' he went on, 'is photos, so I need you to send me a few of you looking sexy. Nothing naked, just sexy. Text or email me a few.'

This was actually starting to sound pretty good, getting fucked by 4 or 5 guys in a day (and maybe Master too?) so now the excitement was outweighing the trepidation, though the latter was still pretty strong.

'The downside is of course that you'll have to clean up after each one, but I think you'll cope.'

'Yes Master,' I said meekly.

'Think of it as auditions for a porn film, and you're the casting director, and the costume designer, so dress appropriately and bring a change with you,' he said, grinning, then he pointed to my phone which was saying that it was nearly 5:30. 'I'd better be going.

I'll pick you up here at 10 sharp on Sunday morning. Be ready.'

I was in something of a comedown now after the earlier dizzying highs, but Dan would be home before too long and I was looking forward to that.

Master dressed quickly and I followed him into the hallway as he finished buttoning his shirt.

He paused for a moment, looking at me, then he smiled, dropped his bag and stepped toward me. With his right hand on my sternum he pushed me back against the wall, then moved his hand up to my throat while his left hand went to my cunt and his fingers pushed into me, hooking under and pressing on my g-spot while the ball of his thumb ground against my clit. I spread my legs, opened my mouth, pushed out the tip of my tongue and looked vacantly into space, blow up fuckdoll style. He kissed me, hard, but I remained motionless, palms flat against the wall and mouth open as his fingers and tongue explored me. Keeping his elbow across my chest he turned his hand from my throat till it found my right beast, which it squeezed and mauled, then grasped the nipple and squeezed again. I managed to stay as still as a doll, but couldn't contain the little moans that came with every exhalation.

Lust and need reignited in me and took off like a wild fire until my knees began to shake and go weak.

Master pulled away a hand's breadth looking into my eyes. I looked back, aware of little more than the fingers in my cunt and the blissful pain in my nipple.

'I hope you enjoy your evening with your husband, my slut. I'm sure you have hours of fun ahead of you.'