Family Summer Barbecue

Disclaimer: This is obviously all fantasy and all age play. If you don’t like age play don’t read this.

“Come on, kiddo, it’s time for our bath,” Dad shouted from the bathroom. I crawled out of bed still groggy from last night’s sleep. Usually Dad lets me sleep in a little bit on the weekend, but since today was a big day, he wanted to make sure I was ready. Dad was already in the bath, his adult parts already big and hard. I got into the bath and Dad sat me on his lap. He tickled me for a few seconds, causing me to move around in his lap. Dad made the funny sounds he usually always makes when I’m in his lap, but instead of the usual play time we would always have, he stuck to washing me. Dad said I’d have a lot of play time later when everyone arrived. After the bath, Dad dried me off, paying close attention to my little parts. He left a little kiss on it before telling me how much he can’t wait to show everyone what I’ve learned since the last time I’ve seen them. Dad was torn between putting me in my favorite princess dress or something that would keep me from getting too hot in the sun. He opted for a pair of shorts that were really tiny and a little t-shirt that I couldn’t read. He helped me put my frilly little socks on and my sneakers before telling me how sexy I looked. Dad told me to go play while he went and got dressed for the day. 

It wasn’t long before everyone started to arrive. Dad was having a barbecue to start the summer. He invited my uncles and my grandpa. I hadn’t seen them since Christmas. As they all trickled in, Dad told me to come downstairs. I was greeted with a bunch of hugs and kisses from everyone. They told me how much I had grown since they last saw me a few months prior. Grandpa carried me out to the backyard, putting me on his lap as he sat down. Grandpa bounced me on his lap as he talked to my uncles. Dad was in charge of cooking the food, so he left me with the rest of the family to be watched. Occasionally, Grandpa would let me sit in my other uncles’ laps, but I always ended up back with him. Grandpa said I was his favorite grandchild, especially since I was the only girl. “Grandpa, I need to go potty,” I said as I tried climbing off his lap. He smiled down at me before holding me in place. “No, sweetheart, you can’t go yet,” he pouted at me. He handed me the bottle he was drinking and told me to drink from it. He called me a good girl as I drank down whatever he gave me. Dad drank out of these bottles all the time, but he told me I was too young to have them. Dad always gave me his special apple juice or milk instead. He told me it’d help me grow big and strong. 

After what felt like forever, I brought it up to Grandpa that I had to potty again, this time really, really badly. Grandpa laughed at me before tickling me. I couldn’t help but giggle and laugh as he tickled me, but I soon stopped laughing when I realized what was happening. I felt a warm, wet spot growing in my shorts. “Oh no, looks like someone wasn’t able to hold it,” Grandpa said before standing up. I left a spot on his pants, but I noticed his adult part was big and hard under his pants, just like Dad’s always is. When Dad turned around and saw my wet shorts he was very disappointed in me. “Bad girl, very bad girl,” he said before walking over to me. “I don’t have time to help you change and you’re too small to do it alone.” He looked up at my uncles and my grandpa and smirked, before telling me to come to him. He yanked down my shorts revealing my bare parts. Dad never gave me panties. “If you’re going to dirty yourself, you aren’t going to get clothes. What do I always tell you?” When my eyes started to well up with tears, Dad kissed me and told me it was ok. Dad told me to go play because it was almost time for everyone to eat. 

Dad, Grandpa, and my uncles ate while I played. I wasn’t allowed to eat yet. Dad said I was going to be getting more than enough milk and apple juice to fill my little tummy, so I wouldn’t need to eat anything. It didn’t take long for Dad to finish his food. He sat at the end of the table, everyone facing him. He pulled me onto his lap, spreading my legs. All the men stared at us smiling, telling me how cute I looked. Uncle Rick told me he loved my shirt. I told him I didn’t know what it said, which made everyone laugh at me. After all the laughing subsided, Grandpa said,“Sweetheart, it says ‘Little Cumslut.’” “Daddy, what’s a cumslut?” Dad smirked before saying, “It’s little girls like you that love milkies. You love milkies don’t you, little one?” When I shook my head yes, everyone smiled at me. “Good, you’re going to be getting a tummy full of milkies today. Everyone’s gonna give you milkies, the only difference is, it won’t be from your bottle. It’ll be from everyone’s adult parts. Is that ok, sweetheart?” I nodded my head with glee, before Dad kissed my mouth. 

“I guess it’s time I tell you all while you’re truly here,” Dad said to everyone. “I didn’t care about having a barbecue to bring in the summer. I just needed a way to bring everyone here. I wanted to surprise you guys. Little one here can now take my adult part in her kiddie hole, and I wanted you all to experience it.” Everyone cheered and laughed, telling me how good I was. Dad told everyone to clear the table before sitting me up there. “Keep your legs open, kiddo. Let everyone see,” Dad said as he stroked my little parts. “See how nice and wet it gets? It’s still really tight, but you can maybe put it in without her screaming and crying too much. I was thinking I’d break in the other hole,” Dad said, talking to everyone. They all agreed in unison before Dad walked around the other side of the table. He told me to lay down as he grabbed some of my jump ropes. He tied the ropes to my wrists and ankles before tying them to the legs of the table. I couldn’t move at all. I watched as everyone got undressed, staring at all the big adult parts. “You’re gonna have to be a good girl for us. I’ll let you play in the kiddie pool when we’re done. You have to be quiet, though. We don’t want anyone taking Daddy away do we?” When I shook my head no, Dad smiled. He kissed my lips, normal at first, but he forced his tongue in my mouth. His tongue explored my little mouth as I felt multiple hands over my body. I heard everyone whispering amongst themselves as they smiled down at me. Grandpa brushed his fingers against my little holes before kneeling down. “Let’s get you cleaned up from earlier, shall we?” Grandpa started to lick my little parts, which felt weird at first, especially because of his beard. When I started to make the happy noises Daddy loves so much, he started to lick a little faster. “She tastes so sweet. Just like all the candy she eats,” Grandpa said. Dad moved away from my mouth so Uncle Rick could come closer. Uncle Rick kissed my mouth like Dad did, before grabbing his adult part. He rubbed it slowly before telling me to open my mouth. I opened it immediately, which led to uncle Rick sliding his part into my mouth. “You’re doing a great job raising her,” he said to Dad, as he continued to move his parts in and out of my mouth. Uncle Rick picked up his speed, pushing his part deeper into my throat. I started to cough and drool, which made me uncomfortable. As I started to move, Uncle Jack and Uncle Ronnie held me down. Uncle Rick moved faster, pushing his part even deeper. He started to make the funny sounds Dad does every time he does that to me. “Here comes your milk, baby,” Uncle Rick said, before groaning. He shoved his parts all the way down my throat before giving me his milk. His milk was also salty like Daddy’s. He kissed my forehead before sitting in the chair. His adult part was still hard as he began to rub it slowly. Grandpa still kept his tongue on my little parts, darting between my holes. Uncle Ronnie was next to use my mouth like Uncle Rick. It didn’t take long for Uncle Ronnie to give me his milk too. As Uncle Jack moved to my mouth, I could see Daddy getting my kiddie pool and putting it in the middle of the backyard. I watched as he put his apple juice in the pool. I was a little sad, because I like to drink it, but I do love playing in it too. While Uncle Jack was using my mouth, Grandpa stood up. He spread my little parts open, giving them a good look. He spit in his hand and grabbed his part, before rubbing it. Grandpa shoved his part into my little part, causing me to scream around Uncle Jack’s part. Everyone hushed me in unison, telling me to be quiet and to be a good girl. It hurt so much, more than when Dad did it for the first time. Grandpa moved his part in and out slowly, matching the pace Uncle Jack was using in my mouth. Uncle Ronnie and Uncle Rick went to my hands, rubbing their parts with my hands. Dad walked around taking pictures. He loved taking pictures so show his friends at work. When Uncle Jack gave me his milkies, Grandpa took his part out of my little parts before shoving it in my mouth. He gave me his milkies too, but his part tasted like my little parts. Each of the men took turns using my little part. It hurt so much, but I didn’t scream or cry because I wanted to be a good girl. Each of them would use my little part, but they still made sure to give me my milkies in my mouth. Afterall, Dad said I was still too little to have milkies in my little part. He said once I’m old enough he’ll give me milkies so I can have a real baby doll to play with. When all the men had a turn using my little hole, they all gathered around, looking at it. “Look how gaped it is now. It was so tiny before, but it’s open now,” Grandpa said. “It didn’t take us long to ruin that hole. Who knows if it’ll go back to how it was before,” Uncle Jack said, laughing. “I don’t think we can call it a little part anymore. I think it’s time we upgrade it to cunt,” Dad said, as he moved his fingers in and out of me. “I think it’s also time I get to break in the next hole. You guys get to watch, but I’m the only one using this today,” Dad said, as he grabbed a pillow from one of the patio chairs. He put the pillow underneath me, which raised me up a little. He told one of my uncles to get him some tape. Dad took a piece of tape and put it over my mouth, just like he did the night he used my little part for the first time. I was very scared because I remembered how much it hurt when Daddy used me for the first time. I didn’t know what he was doing now. He told all the men to make sure they held me down. He didn’t think the ropes were enough. He also told Grandpa to cover my mouth. Once everyone was in place, Dad rubbed his parts against my sore little part. My part was really wet, but he still spit on his hand, rubbing his part like Grandpa did. I figured Dad was going to put his part in my little part again, but to my surprise, he went lower. He placed his part right at the opening of my other little hole. I started to move around more and more as he pushed, but everyone held me down. Dad slid in slowly, but I was already crying, trying to scream. “Fuck it’s tight,” Dad told everyone as he pushed deeper. I was full on sobbing at this time. Grandpa wiped my tears with the hand he wasn’t using to muffle me. Dad moved in and out of me slowly, telling everyone it was hard to hold back. Uncle Ronnie told him to go faster, Uncle Jack agreed. Uncle Ricky grabbed his phone and started to record. Dad picked up his pace, moving in and out faster and faster. Grandpa leaned down in my ear and told me I was okay. He told me he was going to take me out for ice cream and to buy a new doll. He told me he’d even take me to Disneyland for being such a brave girl. Dad moved in and out of me a few more times before making those funny noises. He put his milk in my other little hole. He smiled at everyone before pulling all the way out. They all ran to look at my hole, now driping milk. It was swollen and sore. It hurt to even breathe. Dad came up to my mouth, removing the tape. “Such a brave girl. You’re the bravest little girl in the world,” Dad kissed me before putting his part in my mouth. “Lick it and suck it clean like a lollipop. That’s my good girl,” he said as I licked his part. “She’s so obedient, just like her mother was for me”, Grandpa said. Uncle Jack and Uncle Ronnie helped untie me. Uncle Jack carried me to the kiddie pool, sitting me in it. “Are you ready for your apple juice?” I nodded my head as all the men gathered around. They all gave me their apple juice at the same time, spraying it on my face, body, hair, and mouth. Daddy promised that the next time they were ready to give me apple juice it’d go in my tummy, but they wanted me to splash around for them first. The rest of the afternoon was spent with me splashing around in the apple juice while the men talked. Occasionally, one of the men would give me apple juice or milkies or use my little hole again. Dad told everyone they could stay the night, so I knew that the fun was just getting started.

Piss Party

Once every few months, Mariana, Aubrey, and I get together for a weekend. The three of us always looked forward to the time we get to spend together. We’d always do things like watch movies, do face masks, and talk and gossip about different things. Along with these things, we had a ‘different’ kind of fun. The first night of our weekend together is always spent the same way. It always starts with us drinking wine to our heart’s content while naked. We take in as much wine as our bladders can handle before the real fun starts. When our bladders are nice and full, we put down towels on the floor. Whoever’s place we’re staying at gets to chose who’s cunt gets eaten first. The last time we saw each other, we were at Aubrey’s place, so she had the pick. She told Mariana to lay down; and for me to get more wine glasses. Aubrey’s tongue was already exploring Mariana’s cunt by the time I came back. I quickly joined Aubrey, sucking, and pinching Mariana’s tits. Aubrey and I took turns lapping at Mariana’s cunt. When Mariana’s bladder became too painful to hold anymore, I handed her the glass. We watched as she filled up the glass, the three of us jokingly arguing about who gets to take the first sip. After making out with Aubrey, I convinced her to let me drink our new ‘wine’ first. Mariana handed me the pissed filled glass. I wasted no time drinking it. I moaned at the taste, which caused a smile from the two girls patiently waiting their turn. When I was done, I handed the glass to Aubrey, who eagerly took a sip from the glass. Aubrey passed the glass to Mariana, who was excited to taste her own piss. While Mariana enjoyed her own piss, Aubrey got up and got a bucket. She said she had been saving it for the next time we came over. She told Mariana to dump what was left in the glass in the bucket before they turned their attention to me. I made out with Mariana as Aubrey ate my cunt. I couldn’t help but moan into Mariana’s mouth. After a few minutes, the girls switched. I tasted my cunt from Aubery’s lips while Mariana enjoyed my cunt. The same thing happened when I felt my bladder was close to giving. Aubrey handed me a glass, and I filled it to the brim. We took turns drinking from the glass before that, too, went into the bucket. Last but definitely not least, Mariana and I took turns eating Aubrey’s cunt and making out with her until she needed to piss. Before adding her piss to the bucket, we decided to do a piss swap. Aubery got her mouth filled with her piss, then spat it into my mouth. In turn, I spat her piss into Mariana’s mouth. We kept passing the piss back and forth between each other’s mouths until Aubery swallowed it. After pouring her glass into the bucket, she picked it up then told her to follow her into the bathroom. She told us to get in the tub, then got in with us. She took one of the glasses, submerging it in the filled bucket. She poured the filled glass over our heads. We giggled and laughed as we made out with one another and poured more piss over ourselves. When the bucket was just about empty, we drank the last little bit of piss that was left. The three of us sat in the tub, our fingers and mouths exploring each other’s bodies before we showered together. We spend the rest of the night drinking wine and piss and playing with each other’s cunts, asses, and tits. The first night of our weekend is always our favorite, but how could you blame us?

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.

A Day at Master Cade’s

Mariana and I waited patiently for Master Cade to come home. He told us to make sure we were very well hydrated, meaning close to pissing ourselves, before he got home. We greeted him like always, on our knees at the front door. After a quick pat on the head, he told the two of us to get up. He took us into the living room, where he sat down on the couch. We always took turns sucking his cock and balls when he came home. We usually did this to get him hard for whatever was to come. When he was satisfied. He made us drink more water. When our bladders were nice and full, he made us hand him our panties. We were required to spend any time that wasn’t taken up by chores playing with each other. He ordered us to sit on the couch with our legs opened wide. He examined our wet cunts, before he shoved our panties into them. He made us drink another bottle of water before we were allowed to suck his cock and balls again. We kept him hard and on edge, building up the amount of cum in his balls. He knew us well and knew when our bladders would be just about ready to burst. “Get up, girls. Sit on the couch and open your legs.” We did as we were told, waiting for his next move. He started with Mariana first. He slowly slid her soaking wet panties from her cunt, pressing lightly on her bladder as he did it. He held her panties in his hands as he did the same to me. He loved seeing the discomfort and desperation on our faces. He pressed on our bladders a little bit longer before throwing our panties on the floor. “You’ll be pissing on these, girls,” he said, bringing us over to where he dropped them. We stood over our panties, pissing on them simultaneously. The sounds of pee hitting our panties on the hardwood floor filled the room. Master Cade rubbed his cock as he watched us emptying our bladders. When we were done, he made us rub our panties in our puddles, making sure to sop up as much piss as possible. “You two know what to do,” he moaned, his hands still rubbing his cock. Mariana and I picked up each other’s panties and stuffed them into our mouths. Master Cade smiled at us, then told us to get on our knees. He was ready to blow his huge load. He started with me. He pushed his stiff cock into my tight asshole while fingering Mariana’s ass. He fucked my ass hard, his fingers in Mariana’s ass matching the same speed. After a few moments, he pulled out. Mariana and I switched places. He used her ass just as roughly as he used mine. He told us to remember to suck the piss from the panties, not wanting us to waste any of it. When Master Cade was ready to cum, he pulled out. He told Mariana and me to face him as he stroked himself quickly. He groaned as he looked down at us. He loved seeing the two of us sucking each other’s pissed soaked panties while our eyes begged for his cum. He shot hot, thick strands of white cum all over our faces, moaning as he did. When he was done, he told us to clean up whatever piss was left on the floor, without wiping the cum from our faces. This was only the beginning of a long, piss and cum filled night.

On Hold

Like always, I woke up with tasks from Master. Today, the only task I had was to drink water a bottle of water every half hour. I knew what was in store for today, but I didn’t know how bad it’d be. After a quick shower and breakfast, I started with my task. Master had dropped off a case of water at my house the day prior, so I should’ve seen this coming. I knocked back the first few bottles of water with ease. It wasn’t until the fifth bottle where I started to fill my growing urge. I drank the next two bottles, really feeling my bladder start to struggle. I had forgotten I had invited a few of my friends over to work on a school project, and they were due to come over at any moment. I had gotten dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a white t-shirt, something simple. I drank another bottle before I got a text telling me they were here. I opened the door, hugging each of the girls as they filed in. We all sat on the couch, catching up with one another. My bladder was at full capacity now, and I knew it wasn’t long until I had no choice but to piss. Master texted my phone, telling me to have fun with the girls. He acted as if he had forgotten he hadn’t allowed me to piss, but I knew he didn’t. He wanted me to suffer as long as possible. The cameras he had installed in my house didn’t allow me to piss freely. I knew he would check to see if I went or not. I couldn’t sit still, no matter how hard I tried. I guess Master was watching the cameras because he had texted me to call him to ask for permission in five minutes. I smiled, knowing this torture was soon coming to an end. After five minutes passed, I excused myself, making a beeline to the kitchen. I called Master, but to my surprise, his secretary answered. When she heard my voice, she recognized me immediately. She told me that Master was busy on a phone call that had started a few minutes ago. She told me she was going to put me on hold and tell Master I was on the line waiting. She came back a second later, telling me he told her to keep me on hold and that he’d get to me as soon as possible. I was gone for maybe ten minutes, prompting my friends to come in to check on me. Being I had my back turned to them, I didn’t notice they came in. I could feel my bladder starting to give, no matter how hard I tried to hold it. As I helplessly began to piss my sweats. The moment I started to pee, I heard Master’s voice on the phone. “Sorry to keep you on hold so long, sweetheart. Looking at the cameras, I just saw what just happened. What a shame. You can never hold your bladder for me, huh? Well, that’s okay. Go get changed. And, darling, your friends are behind you.” With that, Master hung up. My eyes grew wide as I processed what he had just said. I turned around to see my friends staring at me in shock, as I stood in a puddle of my own piss.

Self Care Day

We all know how important it is to take a day just to yourself. It’s important for your mental well being. No matter how busy you are, you should always make it a point at least once a month to have a self-care day. I’m lucky to have such an amazing Master, that enforces that once a month I have my very own self-care day. Facials, a hot shower, watching movies while drinking a glass of wine. The most important thing about self-care days is that I never stop serving Master, no matter what. Like every other day, it starts out with breakfast. Unlike other days, I’m allowed to eat what I make him, and not just some dry cereal or bread. Last self-care day, I made us pancakes. Of course, Master must remind me that I am below him, so instead of butter and syrup, my pancakes are topped off with a fresh load of his cum. When breakfast is done, and I’ve cleaned everything up, Master takes me to get my facial. We go to the same place every month, so the people know exactly who we are now. Master leaves me there for around two hours, while I really get my self-care day started. I go into the back room and wait. It usually doesn’t take much time, considering the workers here enjoy contributing to my self-care now. Even the employees who have the day off make sure to come in and help. It starts with the boss, then the assistant manager, then everyone else. Of course, if anyone else came in wanting to join, they would be skipped to the front of the line. When I’m ready, I kneel down at the little hole in the wall and open my mouth. Cock after cock appears through the hole, leaving a mess on my face. I’ve been here so many times, I can now recognize people by their cocks. I also know how to make them cum as fast as possible, leaving me more time to get more loads. After the two hours, my facial is done. Master doesn’t allow me to clean my face off before we leave. He tells me it’s part of the whole facial experience. Sometimes I have cum dripping off of my face or it’s in my eye. I’m not allowed to touch it. The next on the agenda is my nice hot shower. Most nights, I’m either hosed down or put into a cold shower. I looked forward to this every month. When Master and I arrived back home, we were greeted by a few of his friends. He hangs out with them every Saturday, but on self-care days, they contribute to my shower. Sir asks me to bring them drinks, as he and his friends talk. While they socialize, they take turns adding to my facial. Usually, after an hour, it’s time for the shower. We all go into the backyard, and I get in a kiddie pool completely naked. All the men drop their pants and start to “shower” me. They’ve learned now not to clean my face. Not cleaning my face meant they got to watch Master shove my head in the toilet. When each man was done, they spat in my face, then proceeded to the bathroom. When the last man is done, I get taken into the bathroom. I lift the toilet seat, then get on my knees. Master comes in and shoves my face all the way in the toilet, making sure to really rub my face in it. The cheers and laughter of the men have become like music to my ears at this point. When my face is clean, Master throws me a towel. Before him and his friends leave, he makes me my glass of wine. He pisses in a wine glass, then tells me to sip on it for the rest of the night. Of course, I’m allowed to add to the glass too while he’s gone. I’m not allowed on the furniture, so I sit on the floor while I watch a movie. The movies vary depending on my mood. Sometimes it’s piss play, sometimes it’s anal, other times it’s a gangbang. Whatever it is, sipping Master’s wine while I watch always makes it better. I’m not allowed to do anything but watch, which is fine. I’m just thankful Master cares enough about me to give me a very much needed self-care day.

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.