A Wet Weekend

It had been over a year since I saw my best friend from college. After I transferred, our schedules became too conflicting and busy to meet up. When summer rolled around, we both finally found our schedules free. We didn’t waste any time in meeting up. She invited me to stay at her apartment for the weekend, and I accepted without a second thought. On Friday night, we decided to go out partying like old times. The night was filled with drinking and dancing. When we got tired, we decided to try and get an Uber home. Between the high prices and the lack of Ubers, we decided to take a chance on the train. We got to the train station, then onto the train. We had a half hour ride to deal with, on top of a 15 minute walk. About 10 minutes into the train ride, I took notice of the fact my bladder was at full capacity. I sat there crossing my legs, trying not to think about it. I kept up a conversation with my friend to try and ignore my urge to piss. The train rocked and moved, putting extra strain on my bladder. My discomfort was written all over my face, causing my friend to be concerned. Embarrassingly, I admitted my issue, causing her to laugh. She assured me I could make it home before having an accident. When we finally got to our stop, I told her I couldn’t wait. We looked for a bathroom, but the door was locked. With a sigh, we started our walk home. Two minutes in, I knew I wasn’t going to make it. My bladder was hurting too much to walk. When I told my friend I couldn’t keep going, she took a quick glance at the empty street. “You could just piss right here.”, she said giggling. I looked around too, making sure no one was around. I started to fidget with the button, but I couldn’t get my jeans down. Moments later, the dam that was my bladder broke. I flooded my jeans, the sound of my piss dripping on the sidewalk was the only sound you could hear. I hid my face in shame and embarrassment. My friend assured me it was ok, then smiled. She started pissing herself too. I watched as her jeans went from light to dark blue in seconds. We walked home hand in hand, giggling and laughing about what just did. When we got home, we stripped ourselves of our wet clothes. We decided to shower together, neither of wanting the other one to continue to smell of piss or be wet. I examined my friend’s naked, wet body. Even though I had lived with her, we never saw each other naked. She was gorgeous. She asked me to wash her back, which didn’t cause any protest from me. I ran the washcloth over her back slowly. The soapy water ran down her back, then rolled onto her beautiful plump ass. She returned the favor, by washing my back too. She rested her hand on my ass, resulting in me smirking. She turned me around to face her, then smiled. We both leaned in and kissed each other, letting the water hit us. We washed each other, making sure to take time on each other’s tits, cunts, and asses. When we were clean, we dried each other off. We ran to her bed to continue what we started. We continued to make out, feeling on each other’s bodies. I told her to lay on her stomach, and spread her holes. Her cunt was tight and wet. Her asshole was cute and tiny. I dived in face first, licking her yummy cunt. She moaned as I dug my tongue deeper. I took time on her little asshole too, licking tenderly at the puckered hole. I fingered her to the point of her cumming on my fingers. When I pulled them out, I shoved them in her mouth, before letting her taste herself on my lips. She got on top of me, eating and fingering both my little holes. I tasted myself on her lips, begging for more. She reached under the bed, and pulled out a little shoe box. Dildos, wands, plugs, anal beads and other sex toys called that box their home. We took the wand first. I laid down, then she rested the wand on my clit. She laid on top of me, her clit also against the wand. We made out as she played with the speeds, both of us cuming in no time. We weren’t done yet, though. A thick, long dildo was the next thing on the agenda. Since I was her guest, I got to use it first. She pushed the dildo into me, fucking me steadily. She kept the wand on my clit, resulting in me moaning at the top of my lungs. Between moans she confessed to me how hot it was watching me piss myself on the open street. In return, I told her I felt the same way when she pissed herself too. She made me cum a few times, before it was her turn to get fucked. We licked my juices from the dildo, before I put it in her. I fucked her good, telling her how sexy I thought she was, and how I regretted not doing this before. She ended up squirting in my mouth. I told her I wanted to play with her ass, which was met with her rolling onto her stomach and spreading her ass cheeks. I took a medium sized plug out of the box. I spit on it to lube it, then began to push it in her. She moaned as her plug stretched her ass. I fucked her slowly with her plug, the sounds of her moans only egging me on. When she had cum again, I pulled the plug out. I licked and sucked her plug, savoring the taste of her yummy ass. She used her beads on me, her taking amusement in how my tiny hole swallowed each bead. When she pulled it out, she started licking the beads without hesitation. She took the plug I had just used on her and fucked me too. When I came she stuck the plug in my mouth. For the rest of the night we played with each other’s cunts and asses. On Saturday, we went out, wetting ourselves just after sundown on a semi busy street. Later that night, we decided to try pissing on each other. Sunday, we pissed on each other as we ate each other’s cunts. By the time the weekend was over, we had came and pissed on each other countless times. Before I got to the train station, we both had already cleared our schedules for all of next week. I was coming to visit again, and we were going to have a sex and pissed filled week. I offered to bring my own toys the next time too. Before my train arrived, we ran into the bathroom, pissing in each other’s mouths, then fingering each other’s asses. We sucked on our fingers, having one last taste to hold us over to next week. As I got on the train, I kissed her then waved. I had already began counting down the minutes till our next wet weekend.

The Train Ride

It was just after five when I got to the subway station. I had lost track of time while with my friends. I had made a promise to myself to get the train back home before rush hour, and here I was right in the middle of it. I sighed as I put my metro card into the machine, deciding to just live with my mistake. As I put the card into the machine, the bright red “Stop” flashed on the screen. I couldn’t describe how pissed and annoyed I was. I watched as the train I was about to get on leave, as I went to put money on the card. As I was putting money on the card, I couldn’t help but notice a man on the machine next to me. He was taller than me, though being 5’2”, everyone’s taller than me. I was wearing a baby pink lowcut tank top, a short skater skirt that was the same color pink, and a pair of white high-top Converse. The man wasn’t making any effort to hide the fact he was staring directly down my shirt, but I didn’t say anything. I was tired, annoyed, and just wanted to go home. 

It took about five minutes for the next train to come. When it did, it seemed like half of the station got on. This was the second stop on the line, so the seats were already taken. We all piled in, standing shoulder to shoulder. I held the bar above me to steady myself, not wanting to knock into anyone. As the train took off, I felt someone behind me. At first, I didn’t think much of it. It was a packed train, after all, so people were going to be on top of each other. It wasn’t until I felt the person get really close to me that I realized they weren’t on me just because there wasn’t any room. I felt what felt like a rock-hard bulge resting against me. My eyes widen, but I was too scared to say anything. We had arrived at the next stop, a few people getting on and off, but the person stayed glued to me. As the train took off, I felt a hand traveling down my body. He brushed the top tits first, my nipples hardening instantly. He allowed his hand to travel further, stopping at the top of my skirt. I could feel the bulge growing even more. I heard what sounded like a zipper unzip, sending fear and arousal through me. I heard soft groans that sounded like he was jerking off. He still didn’t say any words to me, though.

We pulled into the next station, five more stops until the end of the line. The hand that had been resting at the top of my skirt now found its way under it. Though I was horrified, the easy little slut in me parted my legs, letting the man get to where he wanted to be. I heard him groan again as his big, long fingers brushed over my soft, wet cunt. He rubbed my panty-covered pussy as he rubbed his cock against my skirt-covered ass. Unlike the other times we pulled into a new station, he didn’t stop what he was doing. He was too horny to care about anyone seeing. I felt my heart skip a beat as his fingers began to fight their way into my panties. I didn’t expect him to actually touch me. He groped my bare cunt, rubbing his cock against me faster. He ran his rough fingers along my hairless lips for a few seconds before actually diving in. He rubbed little circles against my swollen clit, causing a soft moan to leave my lips. I could hear him chuckle under his breath as he listened to my soft moans. There were three more stops before the end of the line. As the train left this station, the man recognized he needed to finish quickly if he was going to do it right here, right now. He slipped his finger into my dripping wet hole, causing almost too loud moans to come from both of us. He slipped another finger in, pumping them in and out quickly. My legs started to buckle, but I didn’t want to make what we were doing obvious, so I held on to the rail. He had slipped his cock under my skirt and was now rubbing it against my panties. One more stop. He pumped his fingers in and out of me desperately. He was using his free hands to wrap my panties around his cock. As we were quickly approaching the final stop, I heard him groan, which he disguised as him clearing his throat. My cunt started to spasm against his fingers. I began cumming all over this stranger’s hand. I could feel him pull the back of my panties aside and dump his hot, thick load of cum into my panties, covering my bare ass.

The last strand of cum hit my ass as the train pulled into the station. He took his hands from under my skirt. I fixed my clothes , making sure my skirt was completely down. The train, which was still generously packed, began to empty out. The man who was behind me walked out ahead of me. I could tell by the clothes he was wearing he was the man that was at the machine next to me. He looked back at me, licking his fingers as he smiled. I smiled at him and waved back before walking up the stairs next to me. I haven’t seen him since that day. Now, I make sure to wear sluttier clothes when going to the city. I also take the train in the dead of rush hour now. I often wonder who the guy was and if he did the same thing to other women. Every time I think about it, my cunt starts to drip instantly. I hope one day he or some other strange, perverted man does this to me again. Until then, I’ll just dream about it every chance I get.

Subtle Reminders

Ever since I met my King, my life has been changed. He taught me just what a pathetic, stupid, incompetent, bimbo, piss loving cumslut I am, and for that, I am beyond thankful. When he first became my King, I wasn’t allowed to leave the house. He wanted to train me at home first, making sure we had a well-established set of rules and expectations in and outside of the house. When he was satisfied, he started with a new level of rules and submission. Every morning, he chooses my clothes. I have no say in what it is at all. He can make me wear shorts and a t-shirt in the cold or a coat and scarf in 90-degree weather. This is just the beginning of his subtle domination. He always gives me the choice to change my clothes, but he knows I won’t do it. Yesterday, my King made me wear a short summer dress and sandals in thirty-degree weather. I was freezing cold, but I didn’t care, but I was obeying my King. 

Another thing my King likes to do is remind me in public how much of a stupid slut I am. Last week, while we were at the grocery store, my King came up behind me and whispered that I was a dumb, brainless, worthless, cunt that was lucky I was allowed out of the house. He said it in a low, sweet, kind voice. He kissed me softly then smiled at me. Anyone who saw would’ve thought it was a sweet moment, maybe him telling me he loved me, but it was the complete opposite. 

A few weeks ago, my King and I were at the mall. He began to talk a little louder, to bring attention to us. When enough people were looking, he told me to hand him my panties. I knew better to argue, so I took them off and handed them to him. Me, along with everyone who was now paying attention to us, watched as my King went into the bathroom with my panties. After a few minutes, he came back. He handed me my panties, which were now soaking wet and smelled of piss. I wasn’t sure if he pissed on them, had another man piss on them, or if he simply soaked them in the urinal or toilet. When he told me to put them back on, of course, I did.

On the night of my birthday, my King and I went to a nice restaurant. In the middle of dinner, he told me to find another woman in the restaurant and to switch panties with her. He only gave me ten minutes to do this. He knows just how shy I am, so he enjoys making me do things like this. I went to different tables, interrupting people’s conversations and meals. A few people laughed at me while others chose to ignore me. One group of girls decided to laugh and mock me, making sure that everyone heard what I was asking for. One girl asked, “You want WHAT? To switch PANTIES? What kind of pathetic slut are you?” Everyone in the surrounding area was laughing giggling as they listened to girls ridicule me. Finally, though, a woman agreed to switch with me. She was middle-aged, closer to elder. When we walked into the bathroom, she told me she’d only do it if I ate her pussy. I knew I had no time to look for someone else to switch with, so I ate her pussy right in the restaurant’s bathroom stall. 

Sometimes while I’m at school, my king will make me wear a see-through shirt with no bra. Other days, he’ll let me wear a bra that has either thumbtacks or sandpaper in the cups. He makes sure that the bra barely fits, so I have to feel the cups or tacks all day long. 

Tomorrow, my King will be taking me to get a bikini wax. Sure, this is normal, but not when you have a huge tattoo that says ‘Brainless Holes’’ right on your cunt. He takes me to a different waxing place every time, just so as many people can see it as possible. 

Along with all of these previous moments, my King loves to spit in my mouth. This is the tamest thing he does. He does this when he doesn’t feel like completely humiliating me or reminding me of my place. We also do this a lot in front of our families. He does it in such a way that you’d never know what he was doing. It looks like a simple, normal kiss. 

These are just a few of the things my King does to express his dominance over me. Obviously, he can’t just do whatever he wants to me in public, so these things are important. I love how my King treats me, and I need that constant reminder of how insignificant I am. Without him, I would’ve never realized my true purpose in life, to serve and not thank. His subtle or not so subtle reminders show me my purpose. It shows me how much he cares to remind me. 

Saturday Night Bar Hopping

Saturday night has always been my favorite night of the week. All the old men that frequent the local bars to watch sports and drink beer came out on this night. Hours of sitting in the bar and drinking always meant needing to piss. All the regulars at the bar knew me at this point, and knew what to do. I put on one of my sluttiest outfits, a short skirt, tight lowcut shirt, and some heels. I drive to the first bar and wait. One by one, the regulars, along with some new faces, line up outside my driverside window. The first man sticks his cock in through my window, telling me to suck him first. When he’s ready, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and starts to shower me in piss. The first shower of the night always excites me the most. It removes any nervousness I tend to get while driving to the first bar. The first drop of piss that lands on me completely reprograms my brain. The way my cunt drips as the men take turns pissing on me and shoving their cocks down my throat, always humiliates me. A few of the men always get to take care of my dripping cunt at the end of the night. This is how I always finish these bar hops. When the line finally finishes, I’m on my way to the next bar. I have three bars to hit every Saturday night. By the time I’m done, I’m a completely piss and cum covered mess. Before I go home, a few men from the different bars, take me out to the woods, where they use my ass and cunt for a few hours. Saturday night bar hopping is always my favorite part of the week. I get to live the life of a piss and cum addicted whore once a week. This is the kind of whore I truly am.

The Walk of Shame

The text read to be ready by 12. As I looked at the time, I realized I only had about 30 minutes to get ready. I showered quickly, putting on the outfit we had previously discussed. A tight white t-shirt, black bra. For bottoms, just a short pink skirt, no panties. Thigh high socks and heels. I pulled out both my “Slut” collar and medium sized anal plug, which he called ‘small size’, for me, from under my bed. I kept all my kink related items I brought to school underneath my bed, locked away, so my innocent roommate wouldn’t see them. I put on the sluttiest makeup I could find, making sure to put on the sluttiest red lipstick I owned. I left my roommate a note, telling her I’d be back later, then left. On the elevator, I got a few looks. The girls looked at me like I was some whore, which they weren’t wrong. The guys on the other hand, looked like they wanted to take me right then and there. I walked to the front of the campus and waited for him. I was a few minutes early, so I decided to post on my Twitter. The post simply said, “Can’t wait to be used.” I smiled at the quick responses I was receiving. All from a bunch of older men, wishing they were the ones with this opportunity. While looking at my phone, he pulled up. “Get in,” he said, startling me. I turned my phone off, and got in the car.

We didn’t talk. The only sound in the car was the music playing. We rode in silence for maybe 15 minutes, before he pulled into a parking lot. “We’re getting pizza,” he stated, turning the car off. We both got out, and walked into the place, immediately drawing attention to ourselves. I could imagine what was going through everyone’s head. He was thirty-eight years older than me. It was obvious. I looked like a cheap whore he just picked up. We got our food and sat down, the staring continued. We talked normally, asking about work, school, and family. The few people who could hear our conversation, realized we knew each other, and stopped paying attention. When we finished our meal, he handed me a vibrator. He was semi discrete about it, telling me to put it in under the table. It was one of the ones that was controlled by an app on your phone, so it wasn’t too big. I pushed it into me, letting out a slight moan. He smirked in response, testing it out. Increasing and decreasing the intensity quickly, he could tell by my facial expressions and my near moaning, it worked well. He told me to get up and throw away our garbage, him keeping the vibrator on. We sat closer to the back of the pizzeria, the garbage sat at the door. I could feel the wetness starting to make its way down my legs. The point of this vibrator wasn’t for my pleasure, it was for him to torture me. That’s what mattered to him. When I threw everything away, he made me come back to the table. He made me throw something else out, still teasing me with the vibrator. When I was done, we went back to the car. He grabbed my tits without saying a word. He grabbed and groped them, all while I sat there. He didn’t care if anyone saw. We were facing a fairly busy road, and if anyone looked over they would see. He put his hand under my shirt, grabbing and groping more. It was like he was hungry for my tits. He pulled my left tit out of my bra, yanking and pinching my nipple. I groaned in pain, earning myself a hard slap on my nipple and him telling me to shut the fuck up. He kept pulling and twisting, causing me to tear up. “Suck,” he said, letting go of my tit. He unzipped his pants, letting his hard cock free. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. He held my head in place, starting to fuck my throat. He started to fuck my throat faster, filling the car with the sounds of me gagging. He pushed my head down his cock, leaving it there for a few seconds. He held my nose, enjoying my struggle for air. After a few seconds, he let me up. I looked over at the road in front of us, making eye contact with a few of the drivers. They could see the spit dripping from my mouth, my messed up makeup, and me gasping for air. I was soaking wet with everything going on. He knew I loved being used like this, and he loved using me like this. He told me to fuck my throat with his cock, pulling me back down to his cock. I fucked my throat like he commanded, causing him to buck his hips deeper into my throat. I could feel myself close to puking, and he knew this. He held my head, using my head like a pocket pussy. I started crying and coughing, trying to keep my food down. With all this facial abuse, I could feel my wetness leaking out of me. He lifted up my skirt, examining my wetness for himself. He smacked my ass a few times, before grabbing my nose again. He let me struggle again, until he shot his load down my throat. I swallowed it eagerly. He told me to sit up and put my seatbelt on. He started the car and drove off.

We arrived at a motel about 45 minutes by driving from my campus. We parked the car, both of us walking into the office to get a room. The spit and tears had semi dried, and you could see I was still a mess. The clerk was a man. He took a good look at me, but didn’t question us. He handed him both keys, giving a bit of a smirk to us. He gave me my key, along with a bag. He told me I had five minutes to get ready. I went to the room, emptying the bag onto the bed. There was a collar that you could attach a leash to, a matching leash, a bigger plug than the one that was already in me, and nipple clamps. I stripped naked, just leaving the heels and knee socks. I put the collar and leash on. I put the clamps on, then switched the plug I was wearing for the new one. I sat in front of the door on my knees. He came in right after I got into position. I was instructed to never look him in the eye, especially in times like these. He ignored me as he walked into the room. He had a bag of his own that he emptied onto the bed. He got completely naked, hanging his clothes up. I heard him walk up right behind me. He grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet. I stumbled a bit, but he didn’t care. He half pulled, half dragged me into the bathroom. He put me into the bathtub, which caused me to open my mouth. It was programmed into my brain to open my mouth if he put me in a bathtub. I knew what he wanted to do. He started pissing on me, making sure to purposefully miss my open mouth. After he covered me, he shoved his cock in my mouth, forcing me to drink whatever was left. He slapped me hard a few times, making sure to tell me how big of a whore I was. He spat on me a few times, then pulled me out the tub. He took me back into the main room, instructing me to stand in the middle of the room. He tied a blindfold around my eyes, walking over to the bed to pick up some things. He pulled on my clamps, causing a yelp. He slapped my face hard again, telling me to shut up and take it. For a few seconds, I didn’t feel him. It wasn’t until he slapped my ass with a paddle did I realize where he was. He alternated between hitting my thighs and ass with the paddle, changing how hard he hit each time. This was just a warm up. Next he hit me with a cane, again alternating between my ass and thighs. The more I moved when he struck me, the harder he’d hit. After a few hard hits, I got it through my head to stop moving. We struggled with this every time. I could feel the welts on my legs and ass burning. It was a feeling I also expected when seeing him. When he was bored with caning me, he pushed me to my knees, grabbing my leash. He led me to a chair, where he sat down. He told me to get on my knees, and to put my hands behind my back. When I did as I was told, he grabbed my throat. He choked me hard, slapping my face repeatedly. I couldn’t help but smile, loving every second of it. The more oxygen I lost, the hornier I got. I started to black out, which caused him to let go of my throat. He took my blindfold off, telling me to lean on the bed. He came behind me, shoving his cock into my cunt. I moaned as he stretched my tight, wet, needy cunt. He fucked me relentlessly, using me like a sex toy. I could barely stand, because of all the force he was putting into each thrust. I could barely keep my feet on the ground. Today, he felt nice, and let me cum. I came at least five times, begging and thanking him each time. He pulled out of me, grabbing a virbator. He shoved it into my dripping wet cunt, slowly increasing the speed of the vibrations, as he fucked me with it. I was a whimpering mess, that barely had the strength to beg to cum. He loved seeing me like this, completely cum drunk. A giggly, cumed out mess. I came with the vibrator. He called me a good whore, then pulled it out. He slid his cock into my ass, stretching it out. I started moaning as he used his favorite hole. Like my cunt, he didn’t hold back. He fucked me like the true anal whore I was. I even moaned louder when he was using my ass than my cunt. He filled my ass with his cum, causing me to let out a moan. He slapped my ass, pulling out of me. He plugged my ass, so his cum wouldn’t drip out. He went to shower, leaving me on the bed. When he was done, he told me to shower. When I walked into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror. I looked like a completely used fuckdoll. My makeup was completely ruined. More dried tears and spit covered my face. I examined the welts on my ass and thighs. I could see little bits of broken skin that caused a little bleeding. When I showered, the welts and marks burned. It was a feeling I grew accustomed to. I washed the fucked up makeup and spit off my face. When I was done, I looked in the mirror again. I looked like a normal girl again, and not a completely spent whore. When I came out of the bathroom, he was gone. He had gone to pick up dinner for us. When he got back, we ate. We talked about everything that happened. We talked about what we liked, what we wanted to improve. We watched TV, talking to each other for the rest of the night. When he wasn’t in dominant mode, he was a different person. He was kind and sweet. He was funny. We had a lot in common, and enjoyed each other’s company, after he made sure to remind me of my place.

Before bed, I gave him a blow job. Even though I was horny, I didn’t get anything in return. He liked overstimulating me, but didn’t want me to forget I was used for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. After I swallowed his cum. We fell asleep. I had class the next day. He knew this. He woke me up about two hours before my class. He fucked all three of my holes again, cumming in my cunt this time. I showered, putting my original ‘small’ plug back in. I put my ‘Slut’ collar in my bag. I had to put the clothes I came with back on, which was all people noticed when we left our room. We stopped off and got breakfast down the road from the motel. He woke up in dominant mode, treating me like he did the day before. On the way back to my university, he stopped on the side of the road. He told me to get out of the car, not saying anything else. It was pretty quiet on the road, occasionally a few cars passing by. He pissed all over my clothes. I didn’t think anything of this, because I was sure I’d have time to change. When he was done, he told me to suck his cock. After throat fucking me, he came all over my face. He told me to stay on my knees, as he got back in the car. He threw my bag out the car window and told me that I better start walking, and that he wasn’t going to let someone covered in piss sit in his car. He drove off without saying anything else. I grabbed my bag, and started walking quickly. I realized why he pissed all over me. He knew I wouldn’t have time to change my clothes and shower. He knew I would choose to clean the cum off my face, instead of changing. I was a half hour away from my school. Forty-five minutes away, if you counted where the building where my class was. The road stayed pretty quiet the whole walk back. When I got back to campus, I only had ten minutes to get to class. The elevator in the building I lived in took five minutes alone, so I couldn’t go change. I ran to the building my class was in, trying to hide my face as much as possible. My clothes were pretty much dry from walking. I wasn’t too worried about that anymore. The building I had to go to was on the border of being in the middle of campus. I’m sure some people saw my face, but I didn’t care. When I walked into the building, I had just enough time to wash my face in the public bathroom. The few girls who were also at the sink, gave judging looks, immediately identifying what the drying white substance all over my face was. I quickly washed my face, making sure I got every bit of dried cum off. Thankfully, it was only on my face. I sprayed myself with my body spray, in an attempt to cover up the smell of his piss. By the time I was done, it was time for class. I walked into class and took my test, finding it hard to focus. All I could think about the last 24 hours. The way I was used and discarded. The fact I had a walk of shame back to my campus covered in his piss and cum. The fact that I was sitting in class in piss soaked clothes. And most importantly, the fact that I was so horny, I wanted to finger myself right at the desk. It didn’t matter to me if I passed this test or not. I knew that eventually I would be his whore. I wouldn’t need any of this. I also knew that if I failed this test, I would be punished, and truthfully I wanted to know what would happen.