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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Friday, November 8th, 2013 – April Lovell – Tacoma, WA

I blinked, glancing at the digital clock displayed in the lower right corner of my laptop’s screen. I had been writing for a solid hour, lost in creating my account, only slightly edited, of Master and Mistress’s story. It didn’t start out as a gospel for their burgeoning church, but a history. Then Vivian inspired me. She had written one book on what she learned from Master and Mistress, watching from the outside and interviewing as many of their conquests as she could. The first Holy Book of our burgeoning religion.

But I wanted to write a holy book from the other sluts’ and my intimate perspective.

I closed my laptop, padding towards the elevator. The Murano Hotel Lobby was a pleasant place to write, hosting comfortable furniture and a crackling fire. And it was blessedly quiet. Since Master commandeered the entire hotel, only Master, Mistress, us sluts, and their servants lived here. And they mostly hung out in the convention ballrooms transformed into game rooms, stocked with video games and TVs, and other entertainments.

The lobby also had an adjacent restroom. That was very important. As my pregnancy developed, I found I had to use the restroom more and more often. I wasn’t the only pregnant slut: my girlfriend Violet was also. I carried Master’s child, but Violet had either Master’s or Mistress’s baby in her belly. We were both excited to find out which, our due dates only a few days apart in mid-April.

I couldn’t wait to hold my baby.

The elevator dinged. I headed upstairs. I pulled out a keycard and unlocked the door to Violet’s room. “Hey, cutie,” I announced upon entering, then blinked. Where was she? She had been here when I left. “You in the bathroom?”

Nope.

I shrugged, and whipped out my laptop. I probably had a little more time, so I could get some writing done. Lillian was getting spanked right now, so she would undoubtedly be delayed by pleasuring Mistress—disciplining her sluts always made our Mistress so horny. No sense in wasting the time. I opened my file and just started typing when the electronic lock hummed. Violet walked in, naked and holding the cute negligee I bought her last week.

She sat down next to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “We should get ready.”

“Sure,” I smiled then gave her a peck on the lips. I tasted something spicy—pussy. “Mmm, you’ve been fooling around with someone.”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “Just a maid.”

“I’m sorry I missed out,” I pouted, then gave her another kiss, savoring that spicy flavor. “I love the taste of pussy. Maybe there’s time to have a little fun.”

“Maybe,” Violet grinned. “I love it when you go down on me!”

That sounded like a wonderful idea. My girlfriend had the second-best-tasting pussy in the world, after Mistress. Closing my laptop, I slipped onto the floor, the tight weave rough on my knees. I wiggled around to face her, her small breasts quivering.

I spread her thighs open like a book. Her pussy glistened with juices, appearing as tight as a virgin’s twat. I adjusted my glasses, forever slipping down my nose, then took a long, slow lick up her slit.

She moaned softly, “I love you.”

Oh, what a sweetie. “I love you, too!”

I buried my face into her snatch and devoured her. She tasted so wonderfully spicy. It was a slightly sweeter spice than the maid’s pussy staining her lips, and far more delicious. I wiggled my tongue into her depths, churning through her, making her gasp and moan, her small tits quivering above me.

I loved the sounds Violet made, her pigtails dancing about her shoulders. My bushy-brown hair brushed her thighs as I pressed my mouth tight against her snatch. My tongue danced through her folds, lapping up all her yummy juices from her pregnant snatch.

“April,” she whimpered, voice so throaty.

“Mmm, just enjoy this, sweetie. You deserve it!”

“I don’t,” she whimpered even as my tongue grazed her clit. She shuddered.

“Of course you do,” I grinned at her.

The digits of my left hand spread her tight labia open. I gazed into her pink, pregnant depths, coated in her cream. I worked my finger deep into her tight depths. Her eyes widened. She leaned back on her elbows, humping her hips, whimpering in delight.

I leaned down, nuzzling and licking at her pussy lips around my thrusting finger. I flicked up to her clit, loving it. Her snatch clenched down on my digits. She let out purring moans, her pigtails swaying more as she tossed her head.

Her hips undulated, the bed creaking. I added a second finger to her depths, pumping them in and out of her silky sheath. She moaned my name, her small tits quivering. I sucked on her clit, my cheeks hollowing.

“Oh, yes!” she gasped. “Oh, April, yes! Eat me! I’m going to cream your face!”

“Wonderful,”I moaned. “I love making you cum!”

She shivered as I ripped my fingers out of her spicy snatch. I rammed my tongue deep into her pussy, my stick fingers finding her tiny clit. I pinched and rubbed it. She jumped, tossing her head back and forth. Her pigtails danced through the air, so cute and innocent.

Her thighs tightened about my bushy hair while my tongue swirled through her depths. I loved her heat, her juices flowing into my mouth. My own snatch itched, but I concentrated all my effort on my wonderful girlfriend’s cunt. On pleasing her.

“Oh, gods,” she moaned. “Oh, April. You’re spoiling me!”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned between plunging licks, my finger dancing on her clit.

I massaged her little bud. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my probing tongue. Molten juices poured out of her. I lapped them up, pinching her nipple harder, loving how she bucked and quivered beneath my ministration.

Her moans grew in pitch. I knew her pleasure built and built in her. I rubbed my thumb into her clit hard, mashing it. Her body spasmed, her little titties jiggling. Her hot cunt clenched down on my probing tongue.

“Oh, yes!” she squealed, hot juices gushing out of her. “April!”

I just massaged her clit and drank her flood. My girlfriend humped her cumming pussy against my mouth. Such delicious spice poured into my mouth, liquid and thick. More ran down my chin to my throat. My breasts quivered, my pussy molten.

She squeaked out her rapture, her pigtails flying. So cute. Master loved her so much for her cuteness. Her belly, slightly curved with her pregnancy, arched before me. I reached out, feeling the life growing in her, her muscles quivering as she collapsed onto her back.

Panted.

“Good one?” I asked, licking my lips.

“Yeah,” she moaned, eyes fluttering. “We really should get ready though.”

My pussy dripped juices. I almost asked her to return the favor, but I knew we’d be having plenty of fun at the bar. Besides, as a slut, I’d learned to control my desires. While Master and Mistress were generous with the orgasms permitted us, sometimes we had to deny our pleasure for them.

We dressed in nearly-identical, naughty schoolgirl outfits. Lillian’s idea. I wore a blue-and-purple tartan skirt that barely covered my ass and a low-cut, white blouse so thin my nipples were clear as day through it. Violet donned a pink-and-black tie loose about her neck so it wouldn’t hide her choker. The tie matched her black tartan skirt. It dangled between her naked, budding breasts and down to the soft curve of her pregnant belly.

She looked so cute and yummy.

“Come on!” I eagerly said.

We headed upstairs to Master and Mistress’s suite. The bodyguards, a pair of the new recruits, let us in. 49, a voluptuous African American, took the opportunity to pat my ass while her partner, a redhead called 50, pinched Violet’s nipples. They may have been new guards, but they fit right in with us horny sluts.

Master had a very discerning eye, and only found the best women to serve him.

We didn’t wait long on Lillian. She appeared flushed and sweaty from their bedroom, her hard nipples straining the white blouse tied just beneath her breasts. A short, red-and-black tartan skirt swirled about her thighs as she hurried to us. She beamed, cum staining her lips and chin. She ran a hand through her black hair streaked with blue and purple highlights.

I sighed. I must be the only slut with such unmanageable hair. Mine was always bushy, but Master loved it. So I guess it was okay.

“So are we still going out tonight?” I asked eagerly.

“Yeah?” muttered Violet.

I glanced at her, wondering if she didn’t want to go out and have fun tonight. But she gave me a quick smile. I returned it. It was nice of her to go out with me, even if she wasn’t too excited about it. I knew she’d end up having fun anyways.

“Hell, yeah!” Lillian exclaimed with her usual peppiness. “I know just the bar!”

Lillian hooked an arm around both of us. I couldn’t help licking at Master’s drying cum on her chin, loving the salty flavor. My tongue reached her mouth. The dirty slut had also been pleasuring Mistress. I savored her spicy, sweet juices on my slut-sister’s lips. Violet leaned in, and we shared a sloppy, three-way kiss, Lillian’s lip piercing cold and hard against my mouth.

The black-haired slut laughed. “You both have been eating fish taco tonight!”

I giggled while Violet frowned, saying, “No. I had a hamburger for dinner.”

“She means you’ve been eating pussy,” I giggled.

Violet had quite the sheltered life. Her mother was a very abusive woman, locking Violet in a room filled with heat lamps whenever she was bad. Violet had hinted to me that once she had been caught with another girl, and that had earned her a week locked in that room. She stayed Master’s slut just to avoid going back to the horrible woman. I stayed because I had a schoolgirl crush on Master. I still did, but it had diminished a bit as Violet and I had become close. I would always love Master and Mistress, but it was Violet that made my heart beat excitedly now.

“Oh,” Violet smiled fondly, “I did eat some yummy pussy.”

“That’s the best kind of pussy!” Lillian grinned.

We reached the elevator, heading down to the lobby while sharing kisses. Lillian squealed when Violet slapped her ass. My girlfriend shyly smiled, and said, “Just making sure you were properly spanked for your mean comment.”

“Mmm, I was properly spanked for what I said to you,” Lillian purred. I could tell. Her ass glowed cherry red.

The elevator dinged. The doors opened on the lobby. 51 stood at the doors, waiting. The Black bodyguard wore the traditional uniform: navy blue; short skirt; half-unbuttoned blouse that had slipped down to reveal a dark nipple; a thick, black gun belt; handgun; handcuffs; bronze amulet dangling between her small tits; and her choker, tight about her throat, engraved with the number 51.

“What are you three up to?” 51 yawned. She looked tired, working hard to keep Master and Mistress safe.

“Going out,” Lillian grinned. “Want to come? I’ve arranged for a bunch of hot guys to bathe us in cum.”

“Wait, what?” squeaked Violet. “I thought we were just going to a bar.”

“Right, for some cum-rum,” Lillian giggled, a wicked gleam in her dark eyes. “Well, virgin-cum-rums for the pregnant sluts. Which is just cum, of course!”

“So what’s this about a cum bath?” Violet asked

“Haven’t you ever wanted to be absolutely drenched in cum?” Lillian asked. “To feel all that hot, sticky jizz running down your body?”

“No,” Violet answered while I shook my head. Though it did sound interesting.

“You’re talking bukakke, right?” 51 asked.

“Well, well, well,” grinned Lillian, nudging the Black bodyguard. “Do you want to get your slut on with us, 51?”

“No, thanks. My husband’s expecting me.”

Violet looked at me and mouthed “bukakke” at me. I shrugged.

“Bring him along. We could use another Black guy with a big dick showering us in spunk!”

“I’m…” 51 yawned, “…too tired. Have fun.”

Lillian shrugged, “Your loss.”

51 pulled out her Nextel, the cell-phone-like radios the bodyguards used. “51 to control, who’s on the duty roster for escorting three VIPs?”

“Squad F,” a woman answered. I wasn’t sure which bodyguard it was since there were a hundred of them now.

“They’ll be guarding Lillian, Violet, and April all night. Have an escort readied.”

“Roger that, ma’am.”

“Okay, I’m signing off,” 51 said, punching the up button on the elevator.

“Have a good one, ma’am.”

“You, too, 38.”

It took about ten minutes for squad F to assemble our vehicles and escorts. Three black SUVs pulled up at the front of the hotel and the ten bodyguards of the squad formed up around us. They were commanded by 07, a tall, Black woman with her hair braided in tight cornrows. She was one of the women who volunteered to serve Master after the Miracle, quitting her job as a police officer and traveling to Washington State to join up.

“So where are we going, miss?” 07 asked Lillian when we trooped out.

“The Lucky Cowgirl in Spanaway,” Lillian answered. “It’s a great bar, just the right sort of atmosphere for what I have planned.”

“Which is bukakke?” I asked, still not sure what that word meant.

07 snorted with laughter. “You girls are nasty.”

“Mmm, another bodyguard that’s heard of it. You are all such sluts!” Lillian laughed. “Do you want to join in?”

“I’m not allowed to indulge on duty, miss,” 07 answered. “You know that.”

“Oh, how forgetful of me. Well, if you change your mind, we’ll forget that you’re on duty.”

“I’d know,” she flatly said. “We take our job very seriously.”

We piled into the SUV, the middle one of three, and sped off. Police lights strobed on all three vehicles, letting people know to get out of our way. They took the left on 13th Street, heading down the hill towards the on-ramp to Highway 705. The SUVs raced onto the freeway, quickly merging onto I-5, and finally Highway 512, before we exited onto Pacific Avenue fifteen minutes later, heading south.

The entire time, Violet stared out the SUV’s window. Finally, I couldn’t take her silence any longer. “What is it?” I asked her, nudging my girlfriend. “Something’s wrong.”

She shrugged, “Just thinking about a problem.”

“What?”

She glanced at me, then looked down at her hands. “It’s nothing, April. I just don’t know what to do.”

“C’mon, you can tell me,” I said, nudging her. “I love you.”

Violet glanced at me, her lips working like she wanted to say something. “It’s fine. Let’s just have fun tonight, okay?”

“You sure?”

She leaned against me and kissed me on the lips. “Yeah. There’s no sense in ruining tonight with it.”

“You’ll tell me, right?”

“Yeah. I just need to find the right way.”

I frowned at that, opening my mouth to press her, when the SUV pulled into a parking lot.

“We’re here,” Lillian said, clapping her hands in excitement. “This is going to be so much fun!”

A busty bodyguard, 84, opened the SUV door and Violet slid out. I followed after her and had my first look at the Lucky Cowgirl. A dark brown building lit up by a riotous neon sign of a scantily-clad cowgirl: jean skirt, frilly blouse, cowboy boots, and a stetson hat perched on her head. The parking lot was large but half-empty.

I frowned at that, strange for a Friday night. It should be packed. “Where is everyone?”

“Illness, the bar tender, owed me a favor,” Lillian grinned, seeming to read my mind. “I once fucked him, so he was thrilled to close the bar for our private party. Plus the hundred grand I’m paying him. You should have seen the look on Rachel’s face when I requisitioned it.”

I giggled, imagining the brunette accountant looking at the requisition form labeled “for bukakke party.”

Lillian pulled me to the doors. I was disappointed that they were the normal doors and not the double, half-doors you’d see saloons having in old Westerns. Music thumped inside the bar, screeching guitar, pumping bass, pounding drums—rock and roll. A group of men lounged around the room, sipping beers. I even spotted two women. I recognized one, Jessie from the Church of the Living God, but the other was a Native American girl with cinnamon skin. She hung on the arm of a skinny guy with a thin mustache and a weaselly face.

“Finally,” grinned Kevin, his arms wrapped around Jessie’s waist. “I thought you girls weren’t coming.”

Lillian eyed the man. “Nice turnout. Thanks, Kevin!”

“Happy to help,” Kevin laughed. “Let me make some introductions.” He clapped his hands on a nerdy-looking guy. “This is Glen and that’s”—he pointed to a tall, even nerdier looking guy with glasses—“Tommy. Both my former roommates.” Then he pointed at a middle-aged guy. “This is Oscar, my old boss from the Buy Best, and next to him is Officer Chan of Puyallup’s finest.” The Asian man smiled and waved at me. “Then back there is Eric. You probably know his ex-wife Beth.”

I did. So that was the man whose cock didn’t satisfy her any longer after Master knocked her up. Eric was actually pretty buff and handsome.

“The Black guy’s Ernard. His wife was in the Jogging Club. And the skinny guy that brought his girlfriend to the party is George. And she’s Hannah.” The Native American girl grinned.

“I know you,” I blurted out in sudden realization. “You were at the engagement orgy. You were a waitress with Xiu and Korina.” And Fiona, but I didn’t bring up that traitorous bitch! Both her and Thamina could go jump off a pier for siding with Lilith!

Hannah smiled. “We both were. George was a cook at the restaurant, and we got to know each other quite well that night!”

George chuckled.

“Wow. I would love to interview you about what happened that night atop the Space Needle. I’ve gotten Xiu and Korina’s version, but—”

“April, we’re here to have fun, not discuss scholarship,” Lillian butted in.

“Oh, right. Sorry.”

“We’d love to talk to you,” George answered. “Later.”

“Well, let’s see, did I miss anyone?” Kevin noticed a fat, jolly looking fellow. “That’s Jerry. He’s a great cabby.”

“With a great cock,” giggled Jessie. “He gives me a free ride, and I give him a free suck.”

“Don’t forget me,” a guy slouching in the back said. “I’m Joey.”

“Right, that’s Joey,” Kevin muttered. “His girlfriend just broke up with him, and so I felt bad and let him come along.”

“She didn’t break up with me,” Joey complained. “She just wanted to spend time with her other boyfriend.”

“Yeah, her big-dicked, Black boyfriend she met during the Buy Best Incident,” Kevin answered. “And whom she moved in with last week.”

Joey glared at him. “Marcy’ll be back.”

Kevin shrugged. “Oh, and that’s Illness behind the bar. Don’t ask me why they call him that.”

“Because I’m so ill,” the scruffy guy with long, dirty blonde hair answered.

“You don’t look sick,” Violet frowned.

“No, ‘ill’. Like, cool.”

“Oh, is that some sorta slang?”

“Fuck,” Illness muttered. “Make me feel old.”

“Anyway, let’s get this party started,” Lillian shouted, grabbing Violet and me. She pulled us to the center of the bar and knelt down.

I glanced at her, then at Violet, who looked pale.

“What are we doing?” I asked.

“We’re going to pleasure all these guys and let them cum all over our nubile bodies,” Lillian answered.

“That’s bukakke?” I asked.

She nodded. “Wild, huh? The girls in those videos get literally drenched in cum. I can’t wait. Now get down here.”

“But, I’m not supposed to be with other men,” Violet protested. “Master’s orders.”

“You’re not fucking them,” Lillian said with such patience. “Just sucking them and jacking them off. No cock has to penetrate your pussy. Now get down on your knees, slut.”

Authority rang in Lillian’s words. Gasping, Violet fell to her knees, condition to respond. Lillian glanced at me, her eyes hard, dominating. I dropped to my knees like a good slut, shivering, my pussy growing so hot beneath my tartan skirt, nipples pressing on my blouse.

This was so naughty

The men closed in on us, a pack of hungry wolves. They salivated as they stared at us, hands fumbling at belt buckles and zippers. Pants came down. A veritable forests of cocks hardened about us. Short cocks, fat cocks, dark cocks and pale ones. Some were circumcised, others were not, but they were all pointing at us, throbbing in anticipation.

Ernard’s big cock loomed before me. I opened my mouth and engulfed his Black prick. He groaned, gripping a handful of my bushy-brown hair, and fucked my mouth. I shuddered, his dick slamming into my mouth.

“What a slut,” he groaned. “She’s so young. Only eighteen, I bet. Thank you, my Lord.”

“I know!” someone else chuckled.

Out of the corner of my eye, a white cock loomed near my face. I grasped it, fisting him hard and fast. His dick warm in my hand, skin sliding as I pumped away. A hot thrill shot through me, ending at my dripping pussy.

I found it so depraved to blow one man while jerking off another.

Juices flooded out of my burning snatch. My tongue swirled about Ernard’s cock, pleasing him. His precum filled my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling at being such an abject slut. Violet and Lillian slurping around me, moaning their wicked passion.

Three sluts. Master had changed me into a whore. And I loved it. Loved him. I was so thankful he chose me at my community college. And that Mistress chose me a second time, officially making me a slut.

“She knows how to suck,” Ernard grunted, staring down at me.

“She’s one of His sluts, after all,” Jessie shouted from the edge.

“Our God’s had His way with every one of her holes,” the owner of the white cock laughed, his shaft throbbing in my hand “I bet he’s broken her in every way possible.”

Pride filled me. It gave me such joy to live up to their expectations of a Holy Slut. I sucked so hard, bobbing my mouth, showing them all the skill I’d learned over the months. I reveled in them using me, lusting after me.

Ernard’s cock pressed at the back of my throat. I didn’t fight him. I relaxed my throat. He groaned as he shoved that monster down my esophagus. Inch by inch, my lips slid down his ebony shaft. And then my lips pressed into his thatch, his pubic hair rubbing on my lips and mouth.

I shuddered, the pleasure shooting through me.

I wiggled my hips. My eyes rolled back into my head. I moaned, gulping down his dick, bobbing his cock so hard and fast. I shivered, my pussy clenching. I sucked and slurped. I loved his dick with every ounce of my being.

I bobbed my head, drool running down my chin, as he fucked his cock down my throat. He pumped faster, grunting in pleasure. His heavy, hairy balls slapped my chin. I loved it. I felt like such a slut being used by him. He fucked my mouth harder, gripping my head to keep me in place. He possessed me utterly, treating me like a dirty whore.

“Oh, fuck,” the other man groaned, my fist sliding up and down on his prick. I think it was one of Kevin’s friends. He had glasses, so that made him Tommy. “Oh, holy fuck!”

His cock throbbed. I felt his cum rushing through his urethra before it sprayed my cheek and neck. Hot and thick, running down my flesh. Another blast landed on my schoolgirl blouse, soaking through and sticking the fabric to my tit. He grunted with each frothy eruption.

I shuddered, sucking so hard as the cum coated my face, running down to my neck. A final blast landed on my collarbone, trickling down between my breasts in warm, gooey rivulets. I squeezed out the last drops, letting them fall on my cheek.

“Fuck me,” he groaned. “What a slut!”

I was. I savored the cum coating me. I let go of his cock, and another took its place. I picked up the rhythm, jerking the shorter dick, loving the feel in my hand. So hot and throbbing. The owner groaned, feeling the pleasure of my grip.

“Gods damn!” grunted Ernard. Then he ripped his thick, dark cock out of my mouth. It bobbed in front of my face as he rapidly fisted himself. “Gods damn it!”

Cum fountained from is dick. His jizz sprayed my glasses and face. So thick and runny. He fired a lot. I groaned in pure delight, fisting the other cock so hard. A second and third blast splashed upon my glasses, coating my entire face in creamy cum. I couldn’t see, my lenses sticky with his jizz.

Feeling so wanton, cum dribbling down to my mouth, I ripped off my glasses. Ernard groaned, a last drop of cum dribbling on his dick. He watched me bring the lenses of my glasses to my mouth, coated in his pearly jizz.

I licked up the spunk, tongue sliding across my lens.

“What a dirty slut,” he grunted as he watched my depraved, glass-cleaning performance.

I savored his cum, lapping hard at my lenses. Before me, his cock twitched, almost going soft before it throbbed hard again. Did he take one of Sam’s magical Viagra?

“Clean my cum off, whore!”

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned, staring up at him, wishing he wasn’t so blurry.

Such a thrill shot through me as I showed him how much of a slut I was. His cum tasted sweet, not as salty as others. I read pineapple juice could do that. I licked my glasses over and over, cleaning up every glob. The jizz melted on my tongue. I groaned as I swallowed every drop.

I kept jerking the other dick as I licked and lapped up cum. The cock’s owner—I couldn’t tell who he was without my glasses on—groaned. Then his dick throbbed in my hand. More hot jizz spurted and splashed across my face and neck.

Some landed on my almost-clean glasses.

I shuddered, my tongue lapping up more jizz. Ernard kept stroking his cock before me, groaning as he watched with such hungry eyes. I shivered, licking off the last salty globs of jizz, more running down my face and soaking my blouse.

I felt so dirty.

I wiped the saliva off my lenses on my skirt and put them back on. Able to see more than a foot again, I caught a glimpse of Violet and Lillian sharing a jizz-filled kiss, both their faces dripping with white cum. Lillian had a shot glass in one hand, the rim sticky.

Her cum-rum.

If I wasn’t pregnant, I would have savored the thrill of cum and alcohol mixed together. I was about to join my girlfriend and Lillian, eager to share a three-way, cummy kiss, when Oscar grabbed my hair. The Buy Best manager rammed his cock into my mouth, pumping away hard.

“Such a slut!” he grunted, just using my mouth as a fuck hole.

He treated me like such a whore, not even worth the time of talking to and asking permission. My fingers, messy with Ernard’s cum, plunged between my thighs. I buried them deep inside my spongy cunt.

I groaned around Oscar’s dick, fingering my pussy as hard and fast as he fucked my sweet mouth. His cock slammed over and over into my mouth. Shivers ran from my cunt, my fingers shoving Ernard’s spunk into my pregnant depths.

“Fuck!” a man groaned nearby. Ropy cum splashed me, matting down my hair.

I reveled in the decadence of the jizz shower. I groaned about Oscar’s dick as my orgasm detonated through me. I came so hard, so fast, primed by all the filthy fun happening around me. I writhed, rapture shooting through my body.

Men groaned around me. Cum fired from another direction, splashing my neck and shoulder. The heat seared me, melting through my blouse, sticking to my skin. I bucked, my pussy spasming so hard on my plunging fingers.

“Gods, that’s hot,” groaned Oscar, plowing his cock into my mouth.

I loved it. The cum rained on me. My mouth being fucked like a whore. I moaned around Oscar’s cock, the rapture shooting through me. I kept pumping my fingers into my spasming snatch, stirring new rapture through me.

I couldn’t wait for more cum to cool on my hot skin. I wanted to be showered in filth.

Spunk ran down my body. I swiped my finger through a gob on my neck, brought it down to my pussy. I shoved that finger in with my others, working more jizz into my pregnant pussy. Over and over, I did that, sweeping up jizz and shoving it in my snatch.

I shuddered, pushing spunk into me. Another orgasm burst inside of me. I groaned so loud about Oscar’s dick. Stars danced before my eyes. Fingers from both hands dueled inside of my convulsing cunt, plunging over and over.

“Yes!” Oscar groaned, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

“Cum on me!” I howled, grinding the heel of my hand into my clit, rippling delight surging through me. “Baste me in your filth! Degrade me! I’m such a nasty whore!”

Oscar came with a loud grunt. His jizz painted my face, splashing on my glasses. At the same moment, Kevin appeared, stepping up on my left. His cum spurted, too. Two jets of cum splashed on my face and neck. I leaned back, thrusting my tits forward, and let them shower me. Kevin’s second blasted landed right between my tits, staining my blouse. Cum soaked my top, my nipples bleeding pink through the thin fabric.

“Just coat me!” I howled as they both groaned, unloading on me.

I shivered, shuddered, still fingering my twat. Rapture shot through me as their cum ran down my face and neck. My blouse clung to my body, reaching the limits to the amount of jizz it could absorb, so heavy and wet.

“I’m such a slut!”

They both panted, squeezing out the last of their jizz onto my tongue thrust out of my mouth. Two different flavors of spunk swirled through my mouth. I savored it. My eyes rolled back into my head, my pussy convulsing on my fingers.

Rapture peaked through me. I groaned, eyes fluttering as my orgasm died.

And realized I had a momentary respite.

Panting, I surveyed the bar. Ernard had his hands wrapped around both of Violet’s pigtails, violently fucking her mouth. I knew just how much my girlfriend loved to have her pigtails used as handlebars. Cum drenched her tie. It clung to her small tits while more jizz ran down her back to stain her tartan skirt. Lillian had a cock in both hands, fisting them and going back and forth, sucking each one.

My mouth watered. “I need a cock!”

George stepped up to me. “Here you go, slut!”

I moaned my delight as he rammed his cock in my mouth. I loved it. I sucked and slurped as he fucked my mouth. His balls smacked my chin as he plunged his dick down my throat. He used me so hard.

Like a slut deserved.

Then he basted my body in his spunk. I shivered, cum running across my blouse, too soaked to absorb any more spunk. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. I looked around for more hedonistic fun to revel in.

Violet appeared before me.

I shoved a tongue deep into her mouth, groaned. Cum swam in her depths. She held it, sharing it with me. I savored my girlfriend’s salty lips, so happy that we could share this depraved evening together.

Violet and I sucked Kevin’s cock, kissing each other around his tip while we fingered each other. She was tight and wet, and when she came, her cunt bore down hard on my fingers. Her digits found all the right spots inside my pussy. She had me cumming in record time.

I moaned around Kevin’s cock, and he erupted in my lips, pulling out so his second blast ran from Violet’s chin across to my cheek. More jizz splattered us, men groaning around us, drenching us like the sluts we were, Violet’s face transformed into a mask of creamy, pearly spunk.

“You dirty sluts,” giggled Lillian. She crawled over and licked at our faces, gathering the mix of cum off our features. “So how do you like a bukakke party?”

“It’s fun,” I giggled.

“Yeah,” Violet nodded. “It’s sooooo filthy!”

“I know!” moaned Lillian. She glanced at the guys. “Looks like we still have some hard cocks to attend to, sluts!”

“Roger,” I saluted. Then I crawled over to the jolly, fat cabby and sucked his cock into my lips.

Everything became a blur of fucking and sucking and spurting cocks after that.

We fucked and sucked and drained their cocks dry. They slumped from exhaustion and dehydration, panting, gulping down drinks. More and more cum coated us. It filled my belly. It dribbled down my ass to my pussy. It painted every inch of me.

Hours later, the three of us stumbled out of the bar, covered in drying spunk. Our hair mussed and tousled and matted with sticky jizz. Our clothing stained and ruined from the amount of spunk spurted upon us. We walked arm-in-arm, happy and proud. The bodyguards of Squad F applauded and wolf-whistled when we stumbled out. All three of us bowed, reveling in the attention. We were sluts and absolutely unashamed.

“Next time you have a bukakke party,” 07 grinned, “why don’t you do it on our night off. Me and the girls would love to join in.”

The other members of squad F chimed in their agreement.

“Absolutely,” Lillian declared before throwing her arms around 07. She gave the Black girl a cummy kiss. When they broke their embrace, smears of white cum covered 07’s skimpy cop uniform. “There, now you look more like a slut.”

07 laughed.

I yawned, “Let’s get home. I need to sleep.”

“And a shower,” Violet nodded, looking down at her bare tits covered in white, dried jizz.

“Hell, no!” Lillian grinned. “I’m sleeping in this mess!”

“You are such a slut,” Violet laughed. She kissed Lillian hard.

“Thank you,” Lillian answered when their kiss finished. “Do you forgive me for being such a cunt during the meeting, Violet?”

“How can I stay mad when you’re the biggest slut in the world?”

As we drove back to Tacoma, my girlfriend’s head on my lap, happiness filled me. I was so thrilled that I had been chosen by Master back in June. I gave him my virginity, and he gave me this wonderful family and my even more wonderful girlfriend. I think tomorrow I’d surprise Master with a wake-up blowjob to show him how much I appreciated him.

I loved licking his cum off my glasses!

The END of Sex Slaves Gone Wild

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