Chapter 6 - That Evening

Paul let Anne sleep the rest of the afternoon. The session at the hair salon had wiped her out. While Anne slept soundly, Paul would keep moving a vibrator on her clit. He was pretty sure that her dreams were interesting. Anne woke up from a long series of erotic dreams. She didn't remember much of the details but it felt like she had been cumming non-stop for the last several hours. She got up and went looking for Paul, not bothering to get dressed first.

Paul had a vision of loveliness walk in on him. Anne's 19 year old body was almost perfect. Still thin and firm all over that no one seems to retain past the age of 19 or 20. Add to this how beautiful a completely bald pussy is. Not a pussy that was recently shaved or with a slight stubble, a pussy with absolutely no hair on it.

And there she was, standing there and looking at Paul. Not covering anything up or acting at all shy. Anne was his. Paul got up, walked over to Anne, and hugger her gorgeous naked body to his, loving the feel of her naked body.

"I love you," he said and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips.

"I love you," she replied hugging and kissing him back.

"Lets get dressed for tonight," he told her. He handed Anne a waist cincher that was flesh colored. One of the few negatives about Anne's body was that, not having filled out like an adult, her body wasn't as curvy as he would like. While he couldn't, and didn't want to do anything to make her hips bigger, he could make her waist smaller.

He put the cincher around her waist and started pulling in the laces. Each time he had Anne exhale he would pull the laces a little tighter. Finally he had it as tight as possible. Anne had to take shallow breaths and couldn't bend over. But her waist had been reduced by 6 inches giving her a phenomenal hourglass figure.

The cincher was designed to blend in with her skin by snapping flaps over the laces. Paul then handed Anne her dress. It was a gauzy material that was almost the exact same color as Anne's skin. Anne pulled it on and suddenly realized you could see right through the dress. Anne's ass and pussy were not terribly obvious, although if you knew to look, you could see both. But her tits, because of the different color of the nipples, were strikingly obvious. Paul loved it, there she was in all of her glory, clothed yet still naked.

The dress was skintight. Even at her waist which had been pulled in 6 inches. The effect was electrifying since each breast had its own little pocket of fabric it pushed out from her chest, with the fabric following every curve of her breast. And her incredibly thin waist was so obvious with the dress in tight around her waist. And finally, with the fabric tight over her ass and across her mound, it was relatively easy to discern her ass and cunt if you looked.

To top it off, he handed her black mesh stockings that held themselves up and 6" black stiletto heels. The black stockings would show under the dress, making it more obvious that she had no other underclothes on. Anne freaked. She couldn't go out in public like this. She might as well go naked. It was worse than naked. She turned to Paul with a pleading look on her face. "Please Paul, please don't make me do this."

Paul smiled. She wasn't saying no anymore, she was asking him to not do it. He owned her now. Paul handed her black lace gloves, to match the stockings, had her put them on, and turned to go out of the house. Anne looked at Paul in despair. She couldn't do this. This was showing everyone what a slut she had become. But Paul was standing there and if she didn't go, he would make her. He would spank her and send pictures to her father. And he might stop loving her.

A shudder ripped through Anne's body and she started to put on the gloves. As she was putting them on she discovered that all the fingers had been sewn together as well as the tip of the thumb to the tip of the fingers. She could give Paul a hand job wearing the gloves, but not much else. In fact, Paul had to help her finish putting the gloves on, and once on, she would need his assistance to remove them.

Paul then turned to go to his car and Anne followed. She was his slut. She hated it but she was his slut. Across the street one of Paul's neighbors was getting out of his car. The man stopped and stared at Anne. Anne wanted to melt into the sidewalk. Instead Paul took Anne over to meet him. "Hi Fred, this is Anne."

Fred just stared at Anne's nipples.

"Do you like her body?" Paul asked. "You can see her pussy too if you look closely. She's such a slut she had all the hair removed. Shake hands with Fred slut, there's no reason to be impolite."

Anne wanted to sink even further into the ground. She couldn't shake hands with the gloves on. And Fred was now staring at her pussy. And she was standing here letting him look at her body. Paul moved her arm up and Fred automatically put his hand out to shake. He seemed disconcerted at her hands shaped in an O but then went back to looking at her pussy. "Well, we have to go now. See you later." Paul and Anne walked off with Fred now staring at Anne's ass the whole way.

Anne was in a state of shock. She was used to boys looking at her with a sexual interest. But nothing with the intensity of Fred's stare. Fred's look was not tempered by anything. He wanted to push her down and fuck her till he came. A virgin who had never felt a cock in her pussy and Fred wanted to rape her.

When they got out of Paul's car at the dance club, he came over to her side and put little bracelets on Anne's wrists. Before she could appreciate them though, he pulled Anne's arms behind her and connected the bracelets. To the casual observer Anne was merely holding her hands behind her back. However, Anne was now unable to defend herself in any way. She was truly at Paul's mercy. And to make it worse, having her hands behind her back pushed her breasts out.

Anne looked so small and helpless standing there that Paul couldn't help himself, he pulled her to him and held her while kissing her. He then reached down and started playing with her clit right through the fabric of the dress.

Anne started to get hot, and then realized that there were other couples near them walking through the parking lot on their way to the club. He couldn't do this, not in front of all these people. She buried her face in Paul's neck hoping he would stop. Please don't do this in front of others she prayed.

Paul stepped back and Anne's hopes rose. But he kept playing with her clit, standing a foot back fro her. Anne stepped toward Paul but he reached out and held her back. He then raised her head by the chin so Anne was looking straight at Paul.

Paul then started to really go at her clit. Anne started to loose it. People were walking buy and looking at her. No one was having any trouble figuring out what was going on. A little way off, one group of men had stopped and was watching. Others would slow down while staring.

Across the distance she could hear the comments "whore", "slut", "cunt." She didn't want this. She wasn't this kind of girl. Yet Paul would start in on her and she would start panting in heat. She would change into a sex hungry slut. Let them look. Let them see the slut cum. She didn't care, she just wanted to cum. Closer, closer, almost there. She stared at Paul prepared to cum - AND HE STOPPED.

"NO, NO, DON'T STOP!!" she shouted. Everyone looked over to see what was bothering the dirty little slut. "Please Paul, please keep going," she whispered. "Please Paul, I love you, I'll do anything, but please don't stop."

"Don't stop what?" he asked with a smile.

"What you're doing, please don't stop."

"What am I doing?"

"Getting me off."

"Not like that, tell me to get my slut off by playing with her clit."

"I can't say that."

"Fine, lets go in."

Anne swallowed and whispered even quieter, "Please get your slut off by rubbing her clit."

"What, I can't hear you."

"Please get your slut off by rubbing her clit," she said a little louder.

Paul brushed her clit and asked again, "What? I can't hear you."

"PLEASE GET YOUR SLUT OFF BY RUBBING HER CLIT," she said loud enough to be heard 20 cars away.

Paul started rubbing her clit again. "You better keep telling me what you want, or I'll have to stop."

"Oh yes, rub my clit, rub your slut's clit, make me cum. I need to cum so bad. Oh please don't stop. Oh yes, here it comes, here it comes, I'm going to cum. AAAAGGGHH, oh no, no, no. Don't stop, oh god don't stop, it keeps cumming, it keeps cumming, oh god yes, yes, get your little slut off, oh yes get me off."

Paul moved up to Anne's side as she kept climaxing, rubbing her clit with one hand and pulling on her hair with the other to raise her head up. "Open your eyes slut and look at your audience. They all want to see the slut cumming in the parking lot."

Anne gasped as she saw 30, no 40 people staring at her with lust in their eyes. What kind of cheap slut would get off in front of so many people. None of them, that's for sure. They all knew she was the biggest slut at the club tonight. And they were all watching her cum.

"Oh no, oh god no" Anne moaned as she saw everyone looking at her. She tried to bring her arms up to cover herself but couldn't because of the bracelets. She tried to crouch down but Paul's grip on her hair stopped that.

And Paul's other hand, Paul's other hand kept working on her clit. And the climaxes kept coming, even more intense now that she was aware of her audience. How could she cum with people watching her. She was sick, sick and perverted. She was getting off on the audience and that was just sick.

And Paul whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to stop?"

Of course she wanted him to stop. She didn't want to be this disgusting girl climaxing in front of this growing crowd. But the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. She kept cumming and cumming in a never-ending roll of climaxes.

"I'm going to stop," Paul said loud enough for the crowd to hear. "I'm going to stop playing with you my little slut."

"NO! NO DON'T STOP! OH PLEASE DON'T STOP!!" she begged loudly. The words were out of her mouth before she even thought about it. She didn't want to stop cumming. Each cum was more powerful than the one before and she didn't want it to stop.

Let them all watch her. Let everyone know how sick and disgusting and perverted she was. As long as she could keep cumming she didn't care. And the thought of everyone watching her turned her on even more.

And then she started to hear them.

"What a hot slut."

"dirty tramp"

"pig"

"perverted cunt"

"whore"

"fuck-meat"

And then Paul stopped.

"OH NO! NO! NO PLEASE DON'T STOP! JUST ONE MORE CUM, PLEASE JUST ONE MORE CUM!" she begged, sobbing with need.

"You stopped telling me my slut needed her clit rubbed."

"Oh please, your slut needs her pussy rubbed," she pleaded.

"Too late, you stopped."

"Oh please, please, please. I'll do anything, anything." Anne had totally forgotten about her audience and was begging Paul.

"I don't know, lets ask your fans." he said turning her to once again face the audience. "You have to get them to ask me to rub you. Ask them."

Anne paled. She couldn't do that. She couldn't sink that low. She just couldn't. But that next cum was waiting right there on the edge, with another right behind it. And these people would watch the dirty little whore cum more - seeing how badly she needed it.

"Please, she said, looking at the ground, "Please, please."

"Please what slut?" said a voice in the crowd.

Anne looked up with both shame and hope in her eyes. "Please, please tell him..." she begged looking for the source of the voice.

"Tell him what?" came another voice.

Oh god Anne thought, as another cum shot through her, just from the thought of having to ask a stranger to cum. God, she was such a disgusting little fuck-wad. "Please tell him to get me off."

Some of the crowd started to tell Paul when a loud voice said, "I don't think so whore. I don't think you've asked us properly. I say no until we here the slut ask correctly." Other voices then picked up the same refrain "Not yet, ask us nicer."

"Please ask Paul to get his little slut off. Please ask him to play with my clit. I'm a dirty little whore and I need to have my clit rubbed. Oh please, please ask him to get me off, I need to cum, I need it. I need it."

Once again the voices started to tell Paul to get her off, and he was actually brushing her clit, when the same loud voice said, "No way, I don't think so. Maybe later but she just doesn't sound sincere to me. Maybe later in the club."

No she thought, no they can't mean it. "Please, please I have to get off. Paul's dirty little slut needs to get off. I'll do anything to get off. I have to get off, oh please ask him to get me off. I'm a dirty little pig cunt whore slut who needs to get off. Oh please."

But the crowd was turning away. A few were staying but when they saw the others leaving, everyone started to move. No one wanted to be the one person left staring at the dirty little slut.

"PLEASE! PLEASE, OH GOD DON'T LEAVE, I NEED IT I NEE----"

Paul slapped her hard, once twice, three times until she shut up. Anne looked like she had just run a marathon. Her hair and body were totally soaked in her sweat. Her eyes looked like the eyes of a wild animal. She was shaking with need.

Paul pulled her to him and held her for a minute as her shaking died down a little. The he backed off and asked her "we can leave right now if you want. I'll take you to your car and you can drive straight home. Or we can go in the club. But if we go in you're going to have to dance with others and they will touch you. No one will fuck or hurt you but they will touch you."

Anne looked up at him in desperation. She couldn't go home now. Her little vibrator in the privacy of her room just didn't come close to the need she had right now. But letting others touch her. She just couldn't do that. She just couldn't. She might be Paul's sex toy but she wasn't really a slut. No other man had touched her and Paul hadn't actually fucked her. For all she had been through, most of her prudish upbringing hadn't been violated.

"Wha-what kind of touching?"

"None of your business. If you don't want it, we'll go home," and Paul turned toward the car.

"NO!!" she shouted. Again her instincts had betrayed her, or maybe shown the true Anne. "No, I don't want to leave."

Paul put his jacket on the parking lot and pushed Anne down so she was kneeling on it looking up at him. Paul reached down and put his thumb in her mouth. Anne automatically started to suck, it was a reassuring thing in what was presently a very uncertain world.

"One last thing. I'm really horny right now. I can't wait all night before you get me off. I got you off so I think its only fair you get me off."

Anne pulled at her arms and then asked Paul to undo her bracelets. "Oh no," he said, "Those stay on for now. You're going to have to do it with your mouth."

Anne blanched. Finally here it was, the moment she had been dreading up to now. Paul was asking for sex. Her mind had never actually addressed the fact that her virginity might truly be at stake. Through all of this she assumed, since she was a "good girl" and a virgin, that sex would somehow be magically avoided.

Paul looked down at Anne as she looked up at him. He used his hands to lightly stroke her face. "Beautiful, beautiful Anne, you are going to suck my cock. I'm going to stick it in your mouth and down your throat. And you are going to love it because you are such a slut - aren't you?" Anne looked up mesmerized by Paul's face.

So many conflicting emotions running through her mind. She was not really a slut. She was just a 18 year old kid playing a grown-up game. But sex, that was a part for grown-ups. At the same time, she was hot. She had cum she didn't know how many times and had even more cums waiting to explode. Her body was telling her to do anything, just so she could cum again.

Paul reached out and used one hand under her jaw to hold her mouth open. He then used the other to move his thumb in and out of her mouth. Anne started sucking again. It was something safe to focus on. And it felt good. But still, she couldn't, she just couldn't do it.

Then she heard Paul's soft voice telling her that he loved her, that she was his little slut, and that she had to suck his cock. Because a slut sucked her boyfriends cock. There was no two ways around it and she had to do it - she had to.

Suddenly Paul pulled his thumb out of her mouth and there was his prick. She had seen it before when jacking him off but it had never looked this menacing before. Paul put one hand on the back of her head forcing her head toward his prick while the other held her jaw open. She didn't resist. Paul moved her and then his prick was in her mouth. Paul held it there, barely in her mouth, and told her to suck it.

He was telling her that that's what a slut did, when a prick was in her mouth she sucked it. Paul's' voice mesmerized her, telling her that he loved his sweet little whore and that she had to suck his cock. The voice kept repeating in her head. Pretty soon it seemed like a message, not from Paul, but from within her.

Up to now, Paul had actually been bringing out parts of Anne that had always existed. Parts that normally would be counterbalanced but parts of her nonetheless. Now for the first time he took her beyond what was really Anne. As Anne started to suck, a part of her died.

It was not a blaring event. But Anne felt part of herself permanently betrayed. She had crossed a line. And she started to cry. Not major sobbing, but the tears started flowing out of her eyes, down her cheeks, and dripping onto Paul's jacket.

She continued to suck Paul's cock, just as she had his thumb. Paul held her head and fucked her mouth. And she heard his voice quietly repeating, "That's a good little slut. Good little sluts suck their master's cock. this is what you are supposed to be doing." It kept repeating again and again as she sucked, in rhythm with the cock going in and out of her mouth. And again, after awhile, it seemed like the message was actually coming from within her.

Paul looked down at Anne. She looked so beautiful with her hands behind her back, her chest stuck out with the tits clearly visible, and her mouth quietly sucking on his cock. And most beautiful of all, the constant trail of tears dripping down her face. Tears so constant that he had obviously broken some strong limit that used to be within her.

Cumming was almost anti-climatic. Anne didn't even seem to realize Paul had cum, continuing to mechanically suck until he pulled his cock out. Paul knelt down next to her and held her. And Anne sobbed and sobbed into Paul's shoulder over what she had lost. She wanted it back so bad but it was gone forever.

Finally, Paul stood Anne up to take her into the club. Anne was still crying but he didn't want to spend the rest of the night in the parking lot. As the entered, the bouncer demanded an ID for Anne. Needless to say, she didn't have one. Paul the offered to let the bouncer play with her tits if he let them in.

Suddenly Anne woke from her fog. What had Paul just said. Suddenly there were a pair of hands mashing her tits. She tried to move away but Paul was holding her. Oh god, this couldn't be happening. She didn't know this person. She wasn't some slut anyone could handle. Oh please stop her eyes begged Paul.

Paul finally pulled her away to the rude "nice honkers" from the bouncer. She hung her head in shame. She was now not just Paul's slut, but the slut of anyone he gave her to. The next several hours were pure hell for Anne, even though she spent most of it aroused or cumming.

Paul had her dance with a different man every dance. And they all took advantage of her hands locked behind her back to play with her tits and cunt. Some just reached in and got her off. Those weren't so bad. But most of them made her beg for it.

She had to tell them exactly what she wanted, what a whore she was. And she had to listen to them telling her that she was the dirtiest most perverted little slut they had ever met. And she came and came and came. Each dance was one long climax. And the whole time she knew that she was nothing but a piece of fuck meat to all of her partners. Most of them actually came in their pants while dancing with her.

And each dance others looked at her as she was brought off. No one made any big secret about it. The slow songs were the worst because everyone on the dance floor could hear her begging to be jerked off, and then cumming. After an hour of this, Paul undid her bracelets so her hands could move in front. But he then had her jack off her dance partner. There she would be, stroking someone's cock on the dance floor while everyone watched. And with her busy the men didn't bother to get her off, so she didn't have her orgasms to hide behind.

And each of them, as they came, would hold her close. Her hands, and the front of her dress became totally covered with jism. She would walk off the dance floor and each time people would see the growing patch of whit semen all over the front of her dress. That had to be the worst, walking off the floor with everyone looking at the cum covered slut.

Toward the end of the evening men were starting to push for a turn at her. It became clear that not everyone would get a chance. Paul started sending out two men at once, one for each hand. Then, as soon as one had cum, he would leave and another would go out to her on the dance floor. It stopped those terrible walks off with everyone looking at her. But instead, it was now so obvious that everyone else had stopped dancing and stood in a circle watching her.

Pretty soon two wasn't enough and there were 2 more, one sliding his prick against the front of her dress and one against the back. Pretty soon cum had coated all sides of her dress. Then someone tried pulling up the back of her dress. Paul stopped him and pushed everyone back - thank god. She had almost lost her virginity.

But it was still a dangerous situation. There were about 40 or 50 men who all had monster hard-ons surrounding her. Paul forced her down to her knees and had everyone gather around her. There were too many for Anne to get them off, so he told her to play with herself to turn them on. She looked at him, she couldn't do that. It wasn't a question of would she, she just psychologically couldn't. Then Paul got down next to her and whispered "if you aren't very careful, you'll get raped by 40 guys and I can't stop it. Play with your pussy and tits - and stay kneeling. If you lay down you'll be raped."

Anne realized she had to and brought a hand to her pussy and started rubbing. She started talking dirty to all of the men, "Please cum all over my slutty little face, please jack off over the little whore. I'm a little slut and I need to feel your cum all over my face. Please give me your cum." And as Anne talked she pulled up the front of her cum-encrusted dress and started rubbing her clit as fast as she could. The other hand went to squeeze her boob.

That was all it took. Pricks started exploding. There were so many people a lot missed her. But a lot got on her too. I had never seen someone drowned in cum before. But Anne was. She had cum covering every part of her body. What a delicious little piece of fuck meat. And as the cum started landing the most amazing thing happened. Anne started cumming.

Cum after cum wracked her young body. The utter degradation of having 40 strange cocks pour their semen on her had her hitting a level of climax she had never before achieved. The whole way home in the car Anne was playing with her clit and scooping cum with the other hand into her mouth. She never stopped having an orgasm the entire way home.