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The rain pelted the windshield as she sat impatiently at the corner of A and M streets, searching the tall brick buildings for movement. Obscured mostly by shadow, she watched with trepidation as a group of three men loitered in an open doorway across the street. Were they also watching her? Had they seen her as she followed the last set of instructions and struggled to push the oversized ben wa balls through the puckered opening of her tight ass?

She hadn’t wondered much about the possibility that the man she’d been talking to, the one to whom she’d given over so much control in the last week, could be three men. Or three women for that matter. Just as she began to quietly contemplate whether she might be in over her head, the app-controlled toy tucked up against her clit and wrapped inside of her suddenly came to life. She let out an audible gasp and quickly forgot her concerns.

She don’t know his name or what he did for a living. Nor did she know if he was married or otherwise attached. She had no idea what he looked like and, if she was being honest, she didn’t care. The anonymity was as much a draw as anything else.

The brightness of the digital dashboard made it hard to ignore the minutes ticking by. She had been waiting an embarrassingly long time. The delay was almost certainly by design: a literal reminder to her that she was there to be fucked how he wanted, when he wanted. That she practically begged to be treated like a slut. And that he planned to honor that.

Like a teenage girl waiting for the phone to ring, she kept her eye trained on her phone, desperate to hear from him.

“Drive around the corner on M and stop before you get to R. Tell me when you’ve parked. Then wait.” the message finally came.

“Yes, sir.” she replied, careful to use the title he’d insisted upon.

“I’ve parked.” she said, as a bit of doubt about the intelligence of her choices began to creep in.

“Get out of your car and stand there. I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”

The directness of his words were jarring. They shouldnt have been given the dynamic over the preceeding week. Hell, over the preceding hour. But those interactions felt more distant. It was somehow different knowing he could watch from the warmth and dryness of his window as she voluntarily stood in the pouring rain for no reason other than because this stranger told her to.

As she shifted from foot to foot on the sidewalk, makeup running in tandem with the raindrops down her cheeks, she felt the weight of the bottle of Crown Royal he’d had her stop to buy at the seediest liquor store between her office and the dark corner where she now stood. As you pay, he’d insisted, tell the folks at the counter that “this is the price you have to pay to get a cock in your ass tonight.” And she’d done it. And it was humiliating. As was the wetness she could feel running down her inner thighs as she fled from the store.

After a mercifully short time, a door opened to reveal a tall, 20-something white man with an average but solid create, who, upon confirming she was the person waiting for him, grabbed her roughly by the forearm pulled her through the doorway.

“Up the stairs on your left.” he said, effortlessly placing her in front of him, hands under her skirt, tugging at the ring attached to the balls in her ass.

“Strip, put your toys on the table, and lay face down on the floor” he said.

She self-consciously took off her shoes, pulled her dress up over her head, and began unpacking the vibrators, restraints, crops, gags, and other items that filled her ever-expanding arsenal of over-priced fun.

He watched as she awkwardly lowered herself to the ground, her tits rubbing against the cheap, rough carpet. For a couple minutes she just lay there, able to hear porn playing on the televsion but unable to see it as she kept her face down.

“Crawl over here and suck my cock, you dirty bitch,” he said suddenly, and she realized the preceding instructions had been only for the sake of establishing that she would do whatever he said.

On her hands and knees she made her way to the couch where he sat, his thick cock ready for the attention she has been waiting all day to give it. She started slow and tight, wanting to show him that she had skill in this area. That she could please him in a way that he would think about after she left.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you?” he asked as she pulled his head to the back of her mouth and tried to relax her throat so she could swallow the tip.

“I want to be.” she answered unintelligbly.

“What kind of whore waits in the rain to have her throat fucked by a stranger? Huh? Answer me, bitch.” he pushed, knowing she couldn’t possibly speak with her mouth full of him.

“You’re enjoying this too much. Turn around, face on the floor, ass in the air, and spread it open for me.” he demanded. “Yes, sir.” she said as she pressed her cheek into the rug and reached around behind herself, separating her other cheeks.

Without any regard for the tightness of her delicate sphincter, he popped both balls out of her ass with one swift tug and then used a handful of her hair to turn her face toward him as he shoved the wet, warm, metal spheres in her mouth.

“Clean them while I fuck your ass,” he said, “it’s good practice for cleaning your ass off my cock when I’m done.”

Before she could process what happened, his entire length was inside and his balls were slapping against her cunt. With a fist-full of tit in his right hand, he reached around with his left and forced four of his fingers in her mouth, causing her to drool down his arm.

“What a dirty little fucktoy you are.” he said as his hips slammed repeatedly against her ass. “Tell me exactly what you want. And don’t fucking stop talking until I tell you to.”

She knew she loved being a slut but the vulnerabilty of having to explain it caused her to hesitate.

“Now!” he said as his hand came crashing down on her ass cheek. Over and over he slapped her, 15 or 20 times, until she begged him to stop.

“I’ll stop when you tell me what you want me to do with your dirty holes.” he reminded her.

“Okay, okay, okay.” she repeated, trying to embrace the humiliation and say out loud the things she often wondered. “I am a slut and I love to have my holes used. I will do anything to be fucked. I want as much cum as I can get and I will take it anywhere you’ll give it to me.”

“Good girl.” he said. “I’m going to pull my cock out of your ass. Tell me exactly what I should do with it next.”

“You should let me clean it off, please.” she said, convincing herself that she said it only because she knew it’s the answer he wanted.

“That’s a good idea, slut.” he said. “Now beg me for it.”

NSFW: yes

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