Mel, the Once and Future Slut Ch. 11

Tuesday and Wednesday at work were pure torture. I didn't have much to occupy me so my mind wandered off to filthy dark places and I was constantly horny to a degree where it commanded a very large part of my attention, and sometimes all of it, none of which was helped by how sore my cunt was.

With Master having indicated that my work days should be non-play days, my only minor reprieve was my evening fisting from Dan, though of course that just added fuel to the fire of desperate need, and desperate I truly was.

It was Wednesday afternoon now, and with no-one else in my part of the office, only a couple of weeks ago I would without question have gone to the toilet to get myself off, but now I hadn't cum for a week! A whole week! I couldn't remember having gone that long before. A few days when I was sick maybe - but never a week. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for my brain shuffling through mental images of all the filthy things I'd been doing and the burning need that those thoughts generated in me. So much had happened so quickly, and the last day or so of bored inactivity had allowed time for reflection.

My phone pinged and I jumped a little, instantly hopeful that it'd be from my Master, but it was just a work thing, but it did draw my eye to a new personal email in my inbox that I'd somehow missed.

My Master had mailed! At fucking last!

Could I be free tomorrow at 1:30 to meet at a particular scenic reserve just north of town. Of course I could! Anyone who tried to stop would be risking life and limb!

I was to wear the same outfit I'd worn to the park the week before, in the same way he'd arranged it, but I was to have both inflatable toys in me - cunt and arse.

Thank fuck! I almost felt weepy; I was so relieved to have some sexual attention from my Master on the horizon. Had it really only been 48 hours? No, actually more like 46. What was happening to me? Would I ever get used to this? Would I be forever on the boil, obsessed and desperate? Would I ever get to cum again? If the answer to the last bit was no, would I just keep going? I knew that the answer was almost certainly yes. Regardless of the brain frying desperation I was happier than I'd been in a long time, especially now that I had something concrete to look forward to.

Thursday dawned and the clock crawled its way around to midday, then one o'clock. I'd spent ages getting ready but the time to leave had finally come, so once I was in the car I lifted my bum a bit to get the two inflation bulb things between my thighs, then hooked my thumbs into my waistband and hiked my skirt right up so that it was over the top of the wide elastic band of my top at the bottom of my ribs. Then I undid all the press studs of the top except the few now covered by my skirt. If I stayed fairly still I thought it likely that my tits would stay inside my top OK, but looking down everything below mid hip was on full display. Anyone in a taller car or truck would get an eyeful. I briefly wondered if I should put everything away and then arrange myself like this once I arrived, or just before, but no, I knew that wasn't my Masters intent. My heart was racing but I was very confident that this was exactly how he wanted me to feel.

The reserve I was headed to was a sort of small and secluded pic-nic area just off the main road, and while it got mown regularly it was arguably the most boring and un-scenic of the many local scenic reserves and I suspected it was hardly ever used, which is probably why my Master had picked it.

It was only a 6 or 7 minute drive and I only saw a couple of other cars on the way, but when I arrived my Masters Prado was already there with him standing at the back. As I approached, he moved away from his car so that I could pull up with my door alongside him, which is what I did.

Master opened the door and looked at me for a moment, making me feel oddly shy to be seen in public dressed in this way, but wonderfully exposed too. His first words simply told me to be silent.

He bent and hooked his hand under my knee and pulled my leg out of the car, pulling me forward a bit and spreading my legs in the process, then reached under the front of the seat and slid it back.

Next he took one of the inflation bulbs in his hand, the one with its tube visibly attached to the toy in my cunt, then gave it a squeeze while he watched my face intently. I'd expected something like this so I hadn't pumped them up too much and the extra pressure didn't make me squirm until the third pump. He just watched for a moment, me taking a few deep breaths, then I felt his hand move and the plug in my bum swelled, which elicited a sharp inhalation, then the next pump brought a breathy groan which I simply couldn't stifle. The third made me squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath.

After a few seconds of nothing more I opened my eyes to see my Master still leaning into the car, his face very close to mine, just watching me, then he kissed me, hard and fast.

'Come,' he said, and moved back to offer me his hand as I stepped out, rather unsteadily. In a few steps he'd guided me to the pic-nic table and benches and got me to sit on the edge of the seat with my back to the table. I was struggling to breathe properly so I leant back with my elbows on the table and, desperate to please, I spread my legs and pulled my top wide open to expose myself as much as I could. The smile I received told me I was doing as I should.

I suppose I was expecting more playing with the inflatables, or, as I watched my Master get his fairly hard cock out, being facefucked, but instead my Master just pissed in my face. No words, no fuss, just a hard, hot stream of piss straight in the face.

I'm not sure that shocked is the right word to describe my initial thoughts, it was lots of things at once, and while one part of that was shock, simply because I hadn't considered that this might happen, there was also a sort of elation, and a feeling like a weight dropping in my cunt as my lust and need spiked massively.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds as my Master hosed my face and hair, then as I felt the stream pass down across my nose, I blinked my eyes clear and opened my mouth and put my tongue out. For a second or two I got the full flow into my mouth and swallowed as much as I could in two gulps, hot with just a tiniest hint of saltiness, but then Master moved his aim to cover my tits, which I cupped in my hands as an offering, then down to spray my cunt. As the hot stream hit my clit hood a convulsion went through me like an electric shock and I felt something like a gong being struck in my head as, for a split second, everything just went blank, but then I found I was just gasping as my Masters stream of piss reduced and then quickly stopped, all far too soon.

I found myself breathing heavily, my hands still cupping my tits and my tongue still hanging out as I gazed up at my owner, my wonderful Master, and couldn't help but remember the day at the cafe, the first time we met, and my vision of this man just standing up and pissing on me.

I wanted to do cartwheels for the indescribable joy of it, the incredible sense of fulfilment, I wanted to throw myself at his feet and offer him my soul, but my brain couldn't decide what I should do, so I just stayed there until, after a moment, my Master moved, said something, I was standing, bending, hands on me.... Wh... what?

I couldn't collect myself somehow, but when I did I found myself bent over the corner of the table, laying on it, left foot up on the seat to that side, my tits pressed down in a pool of what must be piss, still warm on such a hot day, and then I felt the plug in my ass deflate and groaned in anticipation as it was pulled out.

An instant later my head was pulled back by my hair and the plug was roughly jammed into my mouth, then with a few quick pumps my mouth was entirely gagged.

Only a few short seconds later His cock slid into my arse and another blinding jolt smashed through me as my Master began to piss again, deep into me.

Oh, fuck, I'm a urinal, I thought to myself.

I pretty much lost it completely at that point. I was being pissed in, and then fucked, and fucked and fucked - slow and deep into my ass. I don't know how long for, probably not that long, but I was in la la land again, in a fluffy pink world of endless cock.

And then I wasn't being fucked, and I seemed to half wake up, opening my eyes and still laying across the pic-nic table, gasping as piss squirted out of me as my bowels contracted and, as I felt a pull at my shoulder, I managed to focus to see a cock in front and above my face, my Masters cock, and him wanking it, then his hand behind my head as he grunted and started to shoot load after load of cum onto the left side my face.

Am I in heaven? A perverted kind of paradise? I wondered to myself? I must be somewhere pretty fucking awesome, so surely this can't be my little mundane life in a no-horse town.

I was being pulled and pushed about and found myself sitting on the end of the bench again. I wanted to say something but realised my mouth was still full of inflated butt-plug and as I felt the cum running down my cheek I came back to myself more fully. Master was standing looking at me, smiling and with his arms folded, and I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing.

'Well done,' he said after some moments, 'That was fantastic.' I agreed wholeheartedly, but could only nod, still a bit dazed.

'Right,' he said, and unfolding his arms he went to hand me my phone, which I couldn't remember having given to him, but then he paused and took a quick photo of me and then putting the phone in one hand he took the other and led me back to my car.

He helped me get in and even adjusted my seat somewhere near enough for me to drive, then helped me with my seatbelt and, once I'd started the car, he leant in again and pulled my top back over my tits. I'm pretty sure I'd have just driven home with them hanging out if he hadn't.

Finally he gave the butt-plug tube a little tug and said, 'You can take that out when you get home. Leave the other one in until fisting time. OK?' Then he reached down and gave that one another hard squeeze.

I was half dazed but I'm sure I nodded.

'Good. Shower in the morning.' Then he stroked my hair back and kissed me on the forehead, stepped back and closed the door.

As I drove away I felt like crying. I just felt so.... emotionally full, filled up, brimming over with too much happiness to cope with.

As good as things had been over the last week (was really only a week?) I hadn't thought they could get better, but they kept getting better. No, not just better, more fulfilling, more overwhelming. New things kept coming faster than my brain could process the previous outrageous perversions. Is that why big titted, blonde, bimbo sluts like me are always characterised as being empty headed? Was I having my brains fucked out? God, I hoped so.

Just as I turned off the main road into our street I saw my mate Shell was waiting to pull out, so I just waved with my hand between my face and hers so she wouldn't see the anal plug stuffed into my mouth, whizzed down the road and into the drive and only then noticed that my right tit was almost completely out. Whew! What a trip! Hard to believe that I'd only been gone about 40 minutes.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to relax and get my pulse to slow. Breathe in, breathe out, in, out....

Tap tap tap. If it hadn't been for the plug in mouth my heart would have gone through the windscreen!

Shell was standing right at the car door, her nose almost touching the glass, and her eyes were goggling out of her head. Fuck!

I went to pull the plug out of my mouth but it was too big and needed deflating, and as I was fumbling with the bulb Shell opened the door and just stood, staring, as I fiddled with the valve thingy and finally got the plug out of my mouth with my left hand as I tried to cover my tit with my right, which of course did nothing to hide that I was naked from mid hip to my shoes with the tube and bulb for the inflatable dildo in my cunt hanging over my thigh.

I still had the plug in my left hand, so I tried to shove it out of sight between my thighs, which didn't really work. I looked up at Shell, stricken, mortified, wishing, as they say, that the ground would just open up and swallow me. Shell just grinned from ear to ear.

'I think we better go in and have a little talk,' she said and offered me her hand to help me out of the car. Instead of taking it I just got out and tried to pull my skirt down, the bulb for the dildo swinging between my knees, so I roughly jammed that up under the waistband, slammed the car door and marched off to the house door, stopped, turned back, reversed my course and retrieved the keys and my phone, then went back to unlock the house, never once looking Shell in the eye.

'I need the toilet first,' I said.

'I just fucking bet you do!' Shell cackled. She had such a dirty laugh.

A few minutes later I descended the stairs in my dressing gown having stripped, had a quick enema, washed my hands and had run my fingers through my hair a bit. I tucked the dildo bulb up above the dressing gown belt to stop it swinging between my legs and went back downstairs.

Shall was sitting at the breakfast bar, a big glass of savvy in her hand and another poured and waiting for me. I took a big gulp as Shell kept grinning, then narrowed her eyes.

'Is that cum on your face?' My hand went to my cheek. I'd rubbed at my face but it was a really hot day and Masters cum had pretty much dried, and I wasn't going to wash it off till the next morning, not for anything. Fuck! I could feel my cheeks burning.

'It fucking is! Oh you dirty bitch! And don't tell me it's Dan's! I saw him coming out of the office not 5 minutes ago!'

My heart was hammering in my chest and I took another big swill of wine, wondering what on earth I was going to say.

'C'mon slut, spill it. Everything,' she giggled gleefully.

I must be seriously twisted because Shell calling me a dirty bitch and a slut gave me quite a thrill, and suddenly I wanted her to know, wanted to confide in her.

So I did. I sat down, topped up the glasses, and I told her everything.