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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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Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Iris Bellamy – Puyallup, WA

You’re a whore, Iris. A dirty, fucking slut that should spread her legs open for any man that wants you.

The man’s words echoed inside me. I couldn’t get them out of my head. I was a whore. A dirty, fucking slut that should spread my legs open for any man that wants me. I shuddered, rubbing my fingers faster through my pussy, so close to cumming.

I don’t know how it happened. I had just finished selling a Passat, had all the paperwork signed, and I had to pee so bad. I burst into the women’s restroom only to find a man in his late twenties, a little overweight, getting a blowjob from a pink-haired, young woman. His blue eyes twinkled and then he spoke, his words shivering through me, demanding to be obeyed.

I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of Alison’s pussy. The man had ordered me to lick out the pink-haired girl. I had never gone down on a woman, but I felt compelled by his words to do it. I buried myself in her snatch, licking furiously, while he fucked me from behind.

He came in me before I reached my climax, then pulled out and left me on the bathroom floor desperate for a cum.

And now my fingers churned through my pussy and the pleasure swelled inside me. I let out a sweet moan and a shudder wracked my body. My orgasm forced his cum to flood out of my pussy, staining my fingers as I writhed and gasped on the floor.

“Yes,” I moaned! “I’m such a whore! A dirty, fucking slut!”

The words made my orgasm even more intense. I shivered one last time, my back arching on the cold, tiled floor, then I went limp. I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to lie here and savor my blissful orgasm and lick his cum from my pussy.

I don’t know who he was, but I hadn’t cum so hard in a long time.

Finally, I stood up, stumbling to the sink. My face was a mess. Locks of my black hair had escaped my ponytail, tied back by a red ribbon, and my mouth was smeared with Alison’s juices, ruining my lipstick. I took off my glasses and quickly washed my face. I found my purse on the floor, and pulled out a comb and lipstick.

I smoothed my blue skirt and blouse, looking fairly presentable again, though my blouse was unbuttoned enough to see a hint of my black bra. I threw my torn pantyhose and my dirty panties away. I was a whore, and whores shouldn’t wear those. I had a sway to my hips as I strode out of the bathroom, full of newfound confidence. I was hot and slutty. He had proved that I was desirable and I needed to share my beauty with other men.

I strode out into the car lot of Larson Volkswagen, hoping to see a prospective buyer, hopefully a stud, but even if he was a toothless, old man, I would spread my thighs for him and be a whore.

My pussy gave a clench of excitement when I saw a man staring at a red Tiguan. My juices leaked down my thigh, an itching trickle that made me shudder. He was handsome and fit, his skin tanned from working outdoors. He had a military bearing, his hair buzzed like a Ranger. I strolled up to him, smiling as sexily as I could.

“Hi, I’m Iris,” I purred. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

His eyes flicked over to me, and I saw interest burn in his brown depths. I could gaze into them all day. They were so warm and powerful. I stepped up to him, his eyes drifting down to my cleavage as I rested my hand on his wrist.

“I’m Rick, and I’m just browsing,” he said. “Though I like what I’m seeing.”

“Then why don’t you take it for a test drive.” I leaned closer, letting my breast braze his arm. “See if you really like what you’re looking at.”

“Will you be coming along?” he grinned, almost foolish, like he couldn’t believe he had just won the lotto.

“How else are you going to test drive me?” I winked.

“Let’s do it.”

“I’ll get the keys.”

“Hurry back,” he groaned as I turned and walked away, making sure my hips had a nice roll to them. “Then again, you look so nice walking away. I could stare at that ass all day.”

I shivered, knowing I was such a whore.

I grabbed the keys, signing out the car and enjoying the stares Frank gave me as I walked by. He had the man and a redhead woman at his desk, filling out paperwork. I winked at Frank; it would be fun to be his whore. But first, I needed to attend to the hunky soldier.

Rick’s eyes were on me the entire walk back. His cock was a hard bulge pressing against his tight jeans. I licked my lips, eager to get to know that cock better. I dangled the keys as I walked up, then pressed them into his strong hands.

“You ready to have a wild time, stud,” I whispered in his ear, rubbing my body against him; his cock felt so big.

“Yes, I am. You’ll do anything for a sale, won’t you.”

“Anything for a soldier,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m very patriotic.”

“Hooah,” he bellowed.

I climbed into the passenger seat as he started the car. I didn’t buckle up. My hand reached out, boldly stroking his bulge. His grin grew. “Let me show you how bad I want this sale,” I purred. “Start driving.”

As he put the Tiguan into reverse, I unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. I stroked him, squeezing a drop of precum out of the fat tip of his cock. Then I bent over and engulfed him, swirling my tongue around his dick.

“Shit!” he groaned. “Oh, fuck! I’ve always wanted to have a woman suck my cock while I’m driving.”

I figured as much. This is something only a fucking slut like me would do.

“Goddamn, but you can suck cock.” The car accelerated.

It was so wild. My pussy leaked juices as I sucked his cock. I had never done anything so illegal. Anyone could see that I was blowing him while he raced down River Road. It spurred me to suck him harder, moaning around his thick cock. He groaned, savoring my hummer. I bobbed my head, the steering wheel brushing my hair as I took more and more of his cock.

He brushed the back of my throat. I had never blown anyone with such enthusiasm before. And I wanted more of his cock. An old boyfriend had once wanted me to deep-throat him, but I had told him only a whore did that.

Well, I’m a whore now.

“Shit! That’s it! Gobble my cock, you fucking slut!”

His shaft was so thick buried in my throat. I almost couldn’t breathe as I swallowed and moaned, sucking hard. I drew back up, sucking in air through my nose while my tongue swirled around the head of his cock, stroking that sensitive part. Then I slid back down and deep-throated him again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groaned as I slid up his cock. “I can’t believe this is happening. Suck my cock, whore! I’m going to fucking cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every drop.”

I sucked harder.

His cum was salty and delicious as it flooded my mouth. I had never enjoyed it when a guy spurted in my mouth. But I was a whore, and whores loved to drink cum. I swallowed rapidly, the thick gunk coating my throat and making me feel so dirty.

“How was that?” I moaned. “Is the test drive going well for you?”

“So well,” he panted as I licked my lips clean of some of the salt that had escaped. “Damn, but you are intense.”

“You have no idea,” I purred, sliding up my skirt to expose my naked pussy, my plump lips flushed and my big clit hard. I teased my inch-long bud, shuddering for joy. “If you agree to buy this car today, I’ll let you fuck my dirty, nasty cunt.” I shoved two fingers inside me, gasping as my hungry pussy clenched about them. “How does that sound?”

“Like you’re just a fucking whore.”

“I am. My mouth, my pussy, and my ass exist just to satisfy men and have them dump their cum in me.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m getting hard again. Keep fingering that dirty snatch and I’ll be ready to fuck you in no time.”

“Good,” I moaned. “Turn around and head back to the lot. When we get there, we’ll go to the backseat and have some fun.”

“Hell, yeah.”

I played with my juicy pussy on the drive back, working my fingers in deep, filling the car with the sweet scent of my horny cunt. Then, to be a complete whore, I pulled out my drenched fingers and shoved them into my asshole, sliding down the seat and spreading my legs real wide so he could watch me plunder my backdoor.

That felt amazing. The old me had never shoved so much as a pinky up there. What a shame. This wonderful, burning bliss roared through me, so different from my pussy, but just as pleasurable. His cock swelled through his open fly, standing up and flopping against the steering wheel.

He pulled into the car lot and I pulled my fingers out of my ass, giving them a lick and cleaning off my sour flavor. The moment the car was parked, I stepped out, opened the back door and climbed in, spreading my legs wide.

Rick raced around the car, his dick waving before him, eager to get into my snatch.

“Dirty whore,” he grunted, burying right into my pussy.

“I am,” I shuddered as my pussy savored his thick cock. “Fuck me! Use me! Cum in me!”

He grunted, pounding my nasty snatch. The Tiguan rocked, our legs sticking out the open door. His pubic bone slammed into my clit, mashing it every time he buried into me, sending such delightful pleasure burning through me. I clutched his back, humping my hips into his thrusts and loving just every second of his cock inside me.

I was a whore. I loved his cock.

My pleasure swelled like a rising tide. Every hammer of his cock sent a new wave washing through me, reaching closer and closer to my climax. I clutched him, clawing his back through his T-shirt as my hips bucked up to meet his hard thrusts.

We rutted like animals. He didn’t care about me. He just wanted my tight hole to satisfy his desires, to use me and dump his cum in me.

My orgasm was hot and sharp. I let out a snorting gasp. My pussy convulsed about his girth, massaging his cock, eager to feel his hot flood pour into me. My body writhed, the car rocking harder, the shocks squeaking.

“Whore, cunt, whore!” he hissed. “Take my cock! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Cum in me! Please! I need your cum!”

“Shit, shit!”

Hot magma flooded me. His cum. I shuddered and moaned, another orgasm churning through me. His girth buried deep into me, stirring me up. I loved it. My pussy drank his seed, loving every blast that filled me.

“Damn, you are easy,” he groaned, pulling out of me.

“I’m a whore,” I grinned. “Let’s go sign some paperwork.”

I walked him into the showroom, his cum leaking down my leg. I felt like everyone was looking at me as I strutted in, knowing that I was now a complete whore. I brought him to my desk and he began filling out the financial papers.

“I’ll be right back,” I winked, standing up and walking to Boris’s office. He was the financial officer. I handed the papers to the skinny Russian, a smile crossing his lips, wrinkling the scar that ran down his cheek. I always wondered how he got that.

I perched on his desk, his eyes falling to my legs as my skirt slipped up my thigh. “I can get him eleven percent,” he said when he hung up on the phone.

“You can do better than that,” I purred, leaning over to stroke his scar.

His eyes widened. “Iris, what are you doing?”

“Rick’s a veteran. You can cut him a better interest rate.” My shoe fell off my right foot and I pushed it between his legs, pressing against his swelling bulge. “Give him eight percent, and I’ll suck your cock.”

He groaned, sweat breaking out on his forehead. “No, I can’t.”

I rubbed harder. “I’ll suck your cock whenever you want.”

He swore in Russian, so guttural and strong; I shuddered, sliding my toe around the tip of his hard cock. “Fine. But you’ll suck my cock whenever I want it.”

“Absolutely,” I purred, sliding off his desk to kneel before his chair. I would have done that anyways. “I’m just a whore.”

“Yes, you are,” he groaned as I pulled his zipper down and reached in to grasp his thick cock. “A filthy whore.”

I engulfed his cock, working it in and out of my mouth. He groaned, running his hands through my hair, forcing me to swallow every bit of his short cock. He could fill my mouth without even sliding down my throat. But I didn’t care. I loved his cock and I blew him hard.

“Fuck! My wife won’t do this! Keep sucking me, whore! You American sluts are so amazing!” He let out another groan. “Cup my balls!”

They were heavy in my hand and he bucked as I played with them. His breath grew heavier, his body shifting in his creaking computer chair. I swirled my tongue around his tip, squeezing his balls, wanting to force his cream out and into my hungry lips.

“Fuck, fuck! You whore! Oh, yes! You will swallow every drop!”

My pussy clenched in anticipation at tasting his cum. He cursed me in Russian as his cum basted my mouth. His was thick and salty and I loved every bit of it. I swirled it around in my mouth, looking up at him and opening my mouth so he could see his cum.

Then I swallowed.

“Such a whore.”

“Just give Rick his eight percent interest.”

“Done.”

Beaming, I walked back to my desk and told Rick the great news. He filled out the papers, handing over a cashier’s check for the down payment, and I handed him his keys. I couldn’t resist giving his cock a squeeze before he walked away.

I was so happy as I sat at my desk and filled out the rest of the financial papers.

“You are quite the slut,” Frank, another salesmen, said as he sat on my desk. He was quite handsome, his face shaved, his dark hair short. He wore a white shirt striped with blue and I could see the outline of a muscular frame beneath them.

“I am. I’m a whore,” I smiled.

“I saw you blow Boris.”

“It was fun,” I laughed, boldly reaching out to touch him. “Do you want some satisfaction.”

“You are so different,” he grinned. “What happened to the stick up your ass?”

“That guy showed me who I really was. The one with the redhead.”

Frank laughed. “Yeah, Mark is something else. He somehow talked us all into selling his girlfriend an Eos for a dollar. Never met a man that could negotiate better. So what are you?”

“A whore. A dirty, fucking slut that spreads my legs open for any man that wants me. All my holes are good for is satisfying a guy.”

“All your holes?”

“Do you want to fuck my asshole?” I grinned. “I’ve never been fucked there before, but it’s open for business.”

“You’re just the office whore now, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes,” I panted.

He grabbed me, pulling me up. I didn’t fight as he led me to the men’s room. My excitement grew. My poor pussy needed relief and my asshole was tingling in anticipation of his thick cock fucking me. He threw the doors open, shoving me forward.

“Strip, whore.”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned, unbuttoning my blouse all the way and throwing it to the floor. I reached behind my back and removed my bra, dropping it on my blouse. His eyes drank in my round breasts as I unzipped my skirt and dropped it.

“You are a whore,” he groaned, his eyes falling to my cum-stained pussy. “Get on your knees so I can fuck you.”

I fell to my knees, not minding how hard the tiles were. I was too excited to care. He pumped the soap dispenser, smearing the liquid soap on his cock, then fell behind me. The tip of his soapy cock pressed on my asshole, then he shoved in.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, pushing back as my asshole burned with pleasure. “That’s nice! Fuck me hard! I need to cum so bad.”

“I plan on it, whore!” he grunted, his hips hammering away. “I’m going to do such filthy things to you!”

“Oh, yes! Do whatever you want to me!” I gasped. “I’m your whore! Your cum dump!”

His hands tightened on my hips as he hammered my tight asshole. The pleasure swelled inside me, spurred by the friction of his cock. My back arched as I pushed my hips back into his hammering thrusts.

The bathroom door opened and Boris walked in.

“She is such a whore,” he laughed. “Why am I not surprise you’re fucking Frank as well.”

Frank laughed. “Why don’t you take her mouth?”

“Just need to pee.”

“So. Use her mouth. She’s a filthy whore. She’ll do anything.”

My eyes widened. That was something a true whore would do. “Yes!” I licked my lips. “Oh, fuck yes! I’m the most filthy slut in the world!”

Boris whipped his small cock out, shoving the tip in my mouth. I couldn’t believe this was about to happen. Mark had transformed me today, twisting me inside out until only a nasty, filthy slut remained. I was a whore and I loved it.

Boris piss was acrid as it splashed into my mouth. I swallowed the liquid, my eyes watering. More and more piss flooded my mouth, more than I could handle, and it spilled out, rolling down my neck to my hanging tits, dripping to the floor from my hard nipples.

It was so degrading. So nasty. I swallowed as much as I could, reveling in the filth.

My orgasm exploded inside me.

Bliss burned through me. Stars danced before my eyes. My ass squeezed down on Frank’s cock.

I swallowed more piss, moaning and gasping. I could smell the acrid scent, the flavor staining my mouth. Boris pulled out of my mouth, a last spray striking my face, rolling over my skin then dripping down to the floor. I licked my lips, loving the degrading taste.

“What a whore!” Boris groaned. “And now there’s piss on the floor.”

“Lick it up, slut!” Frank slapped my ass as he pounded me.

“Yes, sir!” I bent down and licked up a puddle of the sour urine. This was even more degrading. My tongue slid across the rough tile, tasting dirt mixed with his urine.

Another orgasm roared through me. No whore was filthier than me.

“Shit!” Frank grunted! “The slut’s cumming again. Oh, fuck! I love the feel of her ass writhing about my cock.”

He buried into me. Hot cum flooded my ass. I was so glad he dumped his spunk into me. That’s what my holes were good for. Another climax plunged through me, leaving me gasping as I was degraded.

“Now it’s my turn to take a piss,” Frank groaned.

Warmth flooded my ass, far more than his cum. He was pissing inside me, the urine forcing out around his cock to drip down to my pussy, soiling me fully. Piss ran down my legs, puddling on the floor as Frank pulled out of me. He still peed, urine splashing on my naked ass and back.

“What a whore,” he laughed as his stream died. “We’re going to use you so much.”

“The boss’ll love our piss whore,” Boris chuckled.

“Go get him,” I moaned. “I need to be used more. I’m the office whore. Every guy working here needs to fuck me.”

“What a filthy slut,” Frank laughed. “You wait there, I’ll let the mechanics know you’re in here.”

I shuddered, still lapping up the urine, and waited to be used by more men. Mark changed my life and gave me pleasures I never knew I could experience. I hoped I would see him again so I could thank him with one of my filthy holes.

“Maybe he’ll piss in my cunt,” I sighed. “That would be nice.”

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