Julie a Willing MotherChapter 3
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Being abused and humiliated has always turned me on big time. Not only sexually abused, but physically too. I’ve known I was a pain slut since I was about twelve, though I constantly denied it to myself as well as others, for the usually reasons – it just wasn’t the done thing in our society for a nice young lady to desire to be abused and hurt the way I did. I didn’t have much success with boys because very few can cope with it, at least when they are young. Consequentlymost of my lovers have been at least20 years older than me. I turned 28 last month. Mainly I meet guys from alternative lifestyle websites. The last guy I was ?seeing? was 54.
I have worked hard at coming to terms with my nature so I can be happier with myself. I studied certain aspects of Buddhism for the past year to resolve the guilt I always felt about wanting things that I was not supposed to, things like abuse and humiliation. An added bonus was that I explored the way I think about pain, and have learnt a lot about accepting and observing it rather than being afraid of it. I think this has really allowed me to become a better pain slut and enjoy it more – which is good because pain has always turned me on like nothing else. Even though I denied this part of my make-up when I was younger, I did nevertheless indulge the part of me that craved humiliation. Ever since I was about 15, I found I liked being on my knees at a guy’s feet, looking up at him while I sucked his cock. At school, all the guys knew that I was a willing cum slut for anyone who wanted to dump his load. In later years, I discovered that I got the same perverted pleasure by licking a guy’s arse and drinking his piss. My parents wondered why the skin on my knees always seemed to be grazed or raw.
I finished school when I was 17 and got a job fairly easily working for a small accounting company with 5 guys in the office. I do data entry, answer the phone, keep the filing up to date, make tea and (this probably doesn’t surprise anyone) suck their cocks. That wasn’t originally part of the position description and I got the job on my other abilities, but I guess it became obvious fairly quickly what kind of a girl I was from the way I talked and the clothes I wore to work. Anyway, usually I end up sucking them all off on a regular basis on Thursday afternoons after we have been to the pub for lunch and had a few drinks. It’s become like a little ritual. Except with Robert that is – he is an officious little man, second in charge of the company and wants a blowjob most mornings. Robert has his own office so spending some time on my knees under his desk every morning has become one of my routines. Otherwise we don’t really socialise –all the guys seem to be happily married and I don’t need to know any more than that – though I sometimes wonder why Robert is almost always horny in the morning.
Despite what you may think, it’s not that easy to find guys who can satisfy my cravings. The best places are alternative lifestyle chat sites; but then mostly you find single guys looking for a quick easy fuck. I concentrate on guys whose profile says they like gangbangs and who lean to the kinky side. I don’t get off on sessions with single guys much anymore, but usually you have to meet them one on one so they know you are genuine before they will invite their mates to join in. Like this guy Ray I met recently. His profile name was ?slutabuser? so that got my attention. He said he liked gangbangs and bondage but wouldn’t organise any other guys to join in until I proved I was ?worthy?. I offered him a blowjob and invited him to come around to my place that evening.
I followed my usual routine to sort out if Ray was a good prospect or not. I make sure I am ready at least 10 minutes before he is due to arrive. I turn the PC on and log on the site we met on, so he can broadcast our encounter if he wants. I shower and shave my cunt and put on just a touch of lipstick. I slip on my heels and think about a sexy thong, but decide that naked would make a better impression. I got a few clues about things he likes from our short chat, and I go to my bottom drawer and choose some clamps that I hope would turn him on. I attach a clamp to each of my nipples and cunt lips. I also get out a pair of handcuffs and hang the key on one of my nipple clamps. I choose some medium size weights and hook a couple on each of the clamps.
I ensure the front door is just ajar and I take up my position kneeling directly in front of it, just far enough away so that it can swing open without hitting me. Lastly, I close the handcuffs on my wrists with my hands behind my back and wait for the knock. This always involves some anxiety. It wouldn’t be the first time that the guy was fake and simply didn’t turn up, and I know I can’t get the key to unlock the handcuffs by myself (though this adds to the excitement). If that happens, my backup plan is to go to the apartment 2 doors down. James is gay and lives by himself, but does seem to get a kick out of asking him to retrieve the key and unlock my cuffs.
This time Ray didn’t disappoint. He knocked on the door about 10 minutes after the time we agreed. I called out for him to come in as the door was open. As the door swung back, I spread my knees a bit further apart, straightened my back and stuck out my tits and, well, just tried to look appealing. I figured Ray was in his mid-forties, younger than most guys I meet in these circumstances. He was wide-eyed and lost for words- he obviously wasn’t expecting this which causes me to lower my expectations of him a little. He struggles for words ?Hi I’m Ray?. Are you Julie??
I try to make him at ease. ?Come in Ray. Yeah I’m CDUjulie, your cum disposal unit for tonight. I hope you’re not disappointed? Do you just want a quick blowjob as we agreed or have you got time to play a bit? As an icebreaker, I thought maybe you might like your arse licked? Do you want a beer first?You’ll have to help, my hands seem to be a bit constrained.? I directed Ray to the fridge so he could help himself to a can of beer.
Ray was obviously not averse to a good arse licking, and after he opened his can, he lowered his jeans and exposed his arse. I moved behind him, staying on my knees, gave his crack a few long licks and focussed on getting my tongue inside his arsehole. I’m not sure how many of you have tried tongue-fucking someone’s arsehole while your hands are cuffed behind you back, but it’s not easy. However, I enjoy having to make an effort to please a man. After about 10 minutes, I asked Ray if he wouldn’t mind if we shifted positions. I had placed a low table nearby for just this purpose. I inched on my knees to the table, turned my back on it and leaned back so my head rested on it. ?Ray would you mind helping me out by sitting with your arse on my face? That way I can get my tongue deeper inside you so it should be more satisfying for both of us.?
Ray followed my suggestion, at first just lightly resting his arse on my face, but after I explained that it would work better if there was more pressure, he sat normally and allowed all his weight to settle into my face. I could really work my tongue deep inside him but this position also had other advantages. I had thought it out and I knew from previous experience that my tits would be in a perfect position for him to rest his hands on them and play with them. I waited to find out what kind of tit play he liked.
Ray started to explore the clamps and he noticed the key hanging from a little chain on one of them. He played with the clamps, opening and closing them and picking up the weights and letting them drop. He grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, groping and squeezing. A moan escaped from my lips and reverberated along my tongue into his open arsehole. This must have encouraged him, as he started slapping them, gently at first but they got harder and harder as he heard, and felt, my moans of encouragement. I think he liked seeing the weights bounce around as he slapped my tits first one way then another. I thought that Ray was starting to enjoy himself and get over his initial shyness as I worked my tongue ever deeper into his anus.
After about 20 minutes, Ray had finished his beer and it seemed like he was ready to have some attention paid to his cock. I explained it was his choice either to do all the work and fuck my mouth, or to let me show how good I was at sucking cock while he had another beer, in which case it would be better if he used the key and freed my hands. He opted to leave me bound and fuck my face. I was pleased as it means he is a better fit to the profile of the kind of guy I like meet.
Ray’s cock was nice and thick and good on length when he was fully erect. If he was inexperienced, it didn’t show as he got into the swing of fucking my mouth. He let me know in no uncertain terms that his cock was my Master which required worship and full subservience. He even made me gag a couple of times though he had to work hard at it. First he pulled me up by my hair back to a kneeling position and used his grip on my hair to work my mouth over every millimetre of his cock and balls. Then he held me so his cock teasingly dangled right in front of my mouth, close enough for me to lick the head and his piss hole. He pulled my head towards his and explored every corner of my oral fuck cavity with his cock, using it to stretch my cheeks and finally testing the resistance at the entrance to my throat. Finding it yielding (which is only the result of years of dedicated practice on my part), he gripped my head with both hands and slowly but forcefully pushed his cock into my throat until my forehead was against his belly and It seemed like my head was an attachment to his groin. He looked down at me to see how well I was taking it and I return his look, giving my best impression of ‘is that all you got?’
Whatever message he thought he got from me, he suddenly pulled my head all the way off his cock, producing that familiar ‘pop’ sound and allowing me to gasp in a lung full of air, leaned forward and spat on my face and proceeded to fuck my throat slowly and deliberately with the full length of his cock shaft. When he got bored with that, he dragged me across the room so my back was up against and wall, slapped my face a few times, spat on it then fucked it vigorously against the wall. He was getting rougher and I was getting hornier – I was getting into the state where I devour cock like a wild beast desperate for a cum reward. Ray backed slowly away and I followed on my knees, leaning forward and trying to get his cock back in my mouth. He backed up to the sofa, sat down and offered me his feet though he still had his shoes on. I licked them thoroughly, tops and soles, my mind by this stage thinking only of sucking a load of cum out of his balls. I moved forward so I could hump my wet cunt on one of his shoes and my head lunged into his groin searching for his cock.
Ray found the presence of mind to grab my hair and pull my head up. He pulled back the shoe I was humping and then brought it back into my cunt with a sharp kick. He placed his foot with the heel on the floor so the toe was pointing up and indicated he expected me to fuck it. Of course I took up the challenge – past experience has taught me that it’s a hell of a lot easier to engulf a shoe in my cunt sideways. I turned so I was side on and work the toe in the entrance and then basically fucked it until I could feel the laces scraping one of my cunt flaps. This might sound easy the way I describe it but it has taken a lot of practice over several years and having my hands still cuffed behind me adds to the difficulty and the challenge. However, there is something very satisfying about getting a shoe inside you past its widest point – the stretching gets worse and worse but then it finally gets slightly narrower and my cunt relaxes a little around this object of my utter sexual debasement.
Ray is surprised that I have managed to get his shoe in my cunt as far as it can go, but I am not finished and the hard part is yet to come. The widest part of Ray’s shoe is inside my lower front fuck canal but I am still sideways on. I want to face Ray and I begin to twist and rotate myself on the shoe. Ray has to stiffen his leg and foot to stop it twisting as I manoeuvre. Finally I managed to turn my body to face Ray. I know that the shoe can’t exit my cunt from this position unless I turn back side on. It’s a bit like having a big clenched fist inside you that you know can’t come out unless the fist is relaxed. In addition to the pressure in my cunt and the knowledge that my fuck canal is being defiled by a shoe that has been out walking the filthy streets, there is the feeling of intense vulnerability knowing that it is for now locked inside me; I am impaled and Ray could basically do anything he wanted to me. The intensity of this feeling is worth the effort and the pain to get into this position. I am looking up at Ray while kneeling over his outstretched leg with more than half his shoe inside my cunt, my hands still cuffed behind my back, my tits still clamped and weighted, my eyes half closed and eyeballs unfocussed with the intensity of the moment I am in.
Ray jolts me back to the real world when he discovers he can rotate his shoe up and down inside me, craping and stretching different parts of the lining of my vaginal fuck canal. He flexes his leg and moves his shoe around and of course my whole body moves with it, attached like an appendage. He places his other shoe against my thigh and pushes but there is no give whatsoever; in this position it simply won’t come out. His other foot wanders up over my stomach; he spends some time kicking my tits from underneath and watching them bounce, then grinds his sole into them. The shoe moves up and he wipes the underside all over my face. When he positions the toe at my lips, I engulf it as deep as I can and suck it like a cock. At first I feel grit from the sole on my tongue but before long it is clean and I swallow the street dirt and continue sucking.
?Time to dispose of my cum, you filthy nasty piece of shit. Get your cunt off my shoe?.
Somewhat reluctantly, I comply. It’s easier getting off than getting on, first turning back side on and then a bit more stretching as I work myself up and off it. Neither of us was surprised to see that the shoe was wet with my cunt juice and without even thinking I proceeded to lick it clean top and bottom. I guess by this time, Ray was ready to blow his load, because the next thing I knew, I felt myself being dragged by my hair and flung onto the sofa on my back with my head dangling over the end. Ray unceremoniously fucked my mouth and throat while he grabbed, pulled and slapped my tits, pummelling my face and squashing it between his thighs and the side of the sofa while his cock slid ever more easily in and out of my throat. He came in just a few minutes and pushed his cock all the way in while he emptied his load. When he withdrew, I eagerly licked the last traces of cum from his cock but there wasn’t much – most of it had gone directly into my gut bypassing all the parts where I could taste it and feel its stickiness. I was disappointed at that but I didn’t let on, and enthusiastically thanked him for his cum. I hoped there would be other opportunities to savour his cum more fully.
I knew my face probably looked a bit of a mess and I asked Ray if he would take the key from the chain on my nipple and unlock my cuffs. When he did, I took a few moments to stretch my arms and loosen my shoulders. I asked Ray if he wanted another beer and got one from the fridge for him. I asked him if there was anything else he wanted but he said that I had proved myself and he would drink his beer, take a piss and be on his way. I told him I needed to wash my face and have a drink, so I would show him to the bathroom when he finished his beer as I didn’t like to waste good piss.
As Ray stood in front of the toilet bowl, I once again undid the front of his trousers and took his cock out. I placed my head over the bowl directed his piss stream over my face and in my mouth, while I washed my face with my other hand and gulped down as much of his piss as I could. It tasted strongly of the beer he has drunk, though the male scent which was slightly different for everyone was unmistakably there and I explored its unique aspects as I swilled it around my mouth and over my tongue, much as some people do with wine. Only I never spit it out – any kind of man juice that goes in my mouth is always swallowed out of respect.
I thanked Ray again and asked when I would hear from him about arranging a session with him and his friends like he promised. He just said ?no worries, I will be in touch? and I saw him to the door. I was hoping it would be soon, but I didn’t get my hopes up too much – i know from experience that the majority of guys don’t come through on their promise and I might never hear from him again. Well I would remain hopeful but these days I don’t depend too much on it. Tomorrow I would go back on a website and continue my search.
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