Madison Revealed

{You’ll need to read the full story to get the context}

“Oh my god,” Katja blurted out as we all sat around watching TV. “Go get your journal, I almost forgot about that.”

Embarrassingly, I had to get up, between Sam and Brennan and get my “slut diary.”

She, of course, made me read it in front of all of them.

“Um, let’s see. I wrote down all the times I’ve sucked you guys, and other stuff I’ve done,” I said with a blush, motioning towards the two of them.

“And how many is it now?” she asked with sugary sweetness. “It’s been about three months now.”

“Um….let’s see….Sam…” as I counted the stars, 3 times, ma’am, since I started keeping track, anyway, you are aware it was quite a few times before you “caught” us, I said, red faced. “It’s kind of ended though, he says he’s having trouble imagining I’m anything but his straight cousin.”

“Understandable. You ARE gay after all,” she said with a grin towards Sam.

“Pick one memorable time and describe it using your notes.”

“Ok…um…remember that time the black delivery guy got to see my tits naked?”

They all nodded. “Well for SOME reason he kind of turned Sam on…sooooo, I sucked him off in his room right after, he kept calling me, “Brad,” the whole time.”

They all laughed as Sam’s face got red.

“And Brennan?”

“One, two……four…um, six. That’s all you’ve allowed, Miss Katja,” I said, sort of jabbing her unknowingly.

“Fuck, that’s….fantastic,” she grinned proudly. “It makes sense with Brennan though, you keep him horny, now that I make you prance around half, or totally naked. What’s the most memorable time with him?”

“They all are,” I joked before continuing. “Okay, my favorite…well, my most embarrassing or humiliating, which seems to make it my favorite, is that time at breakfast when you made me just slide under the table and suck him off, while you two discussed the weather or something. SO humiliating.”

“As it should be. What about the others?”

“Well, that’s only been recently, so two other guys, and Eva, of course. Oh, fuck, I forgot, and Fabian once, and for the last time.”

It was eye opening and stark to actually realize and count the numbers for real. Three months ago I’d never sucked anyone to completion, now….I was becoming a “mouth whore.” It made me twinge just to realize how active I’d actually been. It had been easy to deny and rationalize without actually seeing the totals in print.

“Which one of the guys do you have the most notes on?” she inquired to my embarrassment. She was pointing out how much I enjoyed it, since I’d taken the most time describing it.

“Uh….Kurt.”

“The arrogant college guy?” She smirked.

“Yessss,” I said, noticing my own wetness building.

“Why?”

“Because, by that second time…he knew what to expect. Remember the first time? He was the first one you made me show my tits to. He was the one that lingered, didn’t even ask to touch them, then twisted my nipples lewdly before leaving me all hot and bothered? Well, knowing that, and knowing that his smug attitude would be even worse the second time, we knew what would happen. Not to mention the “outfit” you chose. I mean, I knew there was no doubt he knew he’d be getting the “treatment” from me. And god, his cock was thick, I could really only get his head in my mouth. But it was so soft, so smooth, while at the same time his shaft was so hard. I love the way he treated me, too, like I was just there for his pleasure, which I was. He treated me like a toy. He knew what I was doing, what I was there for and he took full advantage of it. Then, he told me I’d beg for it again.”

“And you want it again, don’t you?”

I nodded with embarrassment.

“I’ll keep him on “the list,” she joked.

She wasn’t kidding about expanding my horizons from house slut to the rest of the world. I’ll never forget us eating at Applebee’s, for gosh sakes. She made me wear one of my more revealing tops which opened up quite a bit in the front. The waiter kept looking down my top, barely lifting his eyes when we ordered. Katja kept kicking me under the table if I moved in any way which blocked his view. I’m sure he would be able to draw them from scratch, he saw them so clearly.

The place was basically dead, it was just us and a couple of older guys at the bar across from us, who were also enjoying whatever view they got as well. I could see Dean, the waiter, stumbling over his words as we got ready to pay the bill. It was obvious he wanted to talk more to me, probably ask me out, get my number. But, with Sam sitting next to me he probably thought we were a couple.

Katja noticed this and said, “Dean, can you believe this sexy girl is still single?” and watched my face redden.

“Really? Wow,” he said. He took our check and went to the back.

Katja, Sam and Brennan all got up and walked out, leaving me alone for when he returned. She’d given me her “advice” before she left. I knew better than to cross her, that woman knows how to use a belt!

He came back and saw I was alone. He chatted me up about the most boring things, all no doubt leading to some uncomfortable, nervous, “can I get your number?” discussion.

I stopped him. “Is there some place…you know….where we can go?”

“What? Why?” he asked fearfully, wondering if the bill was wrong or if he was in trouble.

“I don’t, “date,” per se,” I said to his confusion. “I do suck cock, however….sooooo (still nothing). “So is there some place we can go so I can suck your cock?” I basically had to hit him over the head with a hammer. Katja had told me she’d make me walk home if his cum wasn’t in my stomach when I got to the car.

Finally, total recognition. I took care of him quickly in the alley next to the dumpster, talk about sleazy and skanky, I totally felt like it, because I totally was. I was licking him off the back of my hand when I met up with the group. They all just smiled knowingly. Fittingly, it got Brennan excited so Katja had me blow him in the car on the way home as well.

“That’s seven for him,” I grinned at her with his cumming dripping down my chin. “Don’t worry, I’ll remember to write them both down,” I giggled.

“You are ready for the world,” Katja joked, “I just hope they are ready for you!”

A few days later Sam and I were sitting around again, around the TV, which was like the epicenter of all life for us. I was lying on the rug, propped up by my elbows. I had pajama bottoms on but I was topless, which was so common now I’d forgotten about it. I was on edge, as usual, on the proverbial razor’s edge between fear, lust, dread, and anticipation. Katja came in, slumped into her recliner with an irritated look on her face.

“My period is early and Brennan, the poor boy, I got him so worked up, he was going to give it to me GOOD,” she sighed. Suddenly, she looked at me with a smirk. “Be a dear and go take care of him.”

I sighed as if it was a pain, even though I thoroughly enjoyed sucking his beautiful dick. It wasn’t overly large, but it was perfectly shaped. Perfect, I thought, for sucking on. I was bouncing towards the door, my tits jiggling with each stride when I heard her say, “and NOT your mouth!”

I turned with my mouth open.

“You heard me. It’s time, dear. That pussy has been neglected for too long, even toys can’t take care of that,” she kidded.

“Wow,” I thought. “She’s going to let him bone me.”

Brennan was sitting on the edge of the bed, he was expecting me. He was stroking his already hard cock. She HAD worked him up, literally. I closed the door, even though I wasn’t sure I was “allowed” to. It just felt like we needed some intimacy for….this.

I sat on the bed next to him. “So….you want to….you know?” I asked with a pained expression. It was new for both of us, even though I’m sure he had been fantasizing about that moment since we met. He had never missed an opportunity to ogle me or grope me since this all started.

“Yeah, but it’s…weird…you know?” He asked. “How do you want to….you know…do it?”

I almost laughed. “Do it like you always do. I don’t know, I suck at making decisions, that’s why I’m submissive!”

“I know, me too,” he said, reminding me. “Maybe we should ask Katja,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“You don’t need her to fuck me,” I said reassuringly. I lowered my head down to his cock and suckled him softly. “Just an appetizer,” I grinned. “Think about all the times you’ve seen me now….topless like this, naked, in lingerie…think about what you wanted to do to me and then just…do it,” I encouraged.

I sucked on his cock for a few minutes, careful not to get him too worked up, I didn’t want my ass whipped later for getting him off “the wrong way.” It wasn’t like I was experienced at this either, after all, I’d been fucked purely missionary style by Fabian, the only man to fuck me. Also, it was usually over quickly. I had only porn to rely on to know that that actually wasn’t the only way to do it.

Finally, he was starting to hump against my face and I backed off. I laid back on the bed and he peeled my PJs off. My ass was on the side of the bed, my knees were up but spread. I could feel the cool air hit my open pussy. I was wet and ready.

“God, I can’t believe she’d allow this,” he groaned as he positioned himself against my lips. I could feel the head sliding up and down the slit.

“Shhh,” I said with my finger over my lips. “Forget her for now. Focus on this, focus on us. Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for a year now.”

He slid in and I gasped. It wasn’t because of his size, of course, it had just been too long. I needed it. He grinded it into me slowly, working it in as if he was trying to protect me. I urged him in by pulling on his ass with my hands, driving my nails into his cheeks. He got the message, he plunged fully in. He leaned in to kiss me, which at the time I thought was weird, we were just submissives doing what we were told, kissing just seemed so intimate. Still, I responded. He was a very good kisser, his tongue and mine danced and it got me even wetter as he slowly, tantalizingly fucked me. I was lost in my sexual fog when I heard loud noises, grunts, groans, when I realized they were coming from me.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “God I needed this,” I said, frantically pulling him in again, this time with my ankles.

He skillfully rode me, patiently, fully, he was in no hurry.

“Do you want to….flip over?” he asked me between grunts.

“I….can’t….I’ve never done…anal,” I whined fearfully.

He grinned. “Silly, not your ass, your pussy, doggy style!”

“Ohhhh,” I moaned. I’d only seen it in videos.

I got on my knees and he entered me again, this time I could feel it reaching deeper, probing me in places that had never been reached.

“Fuck, why haven’t I done this sooner?” I wondered to myself.

He pounded against my ass each time his cock entered me and I could feel his balls slap against me, his hands were on my hips, which he used to guide his way in. He was able to control me that way, the pace, the depth It was beautiful, natural. It also allowed him to play with my tits, which he did so masterfully. He tweaked and pinched my nipples until I was totally on the edge. I’d never been so filled and toyed with at the same time. I reached down with my fingers and touched my clit. It was like an electric jolt the second it grazed it. I started cumming almost immediately. The sounds made him excited and he started hammering me even harder. It got him off as well. I had another orgasm as he had his. Over and over he spurted until he was completely spent. It seemed he didn’t want to pull out for fear of ruining the magic but finally he had to. We fell back on the bed, both giggling.

“Wow, that was….amazing,” I gushed, which coincidentally matched my pussy.

“It was, fuck…you are so tight,” he said before his eyes opened wide in fear. “I mean….”

I knew what he meant, he was afraid it would sound like a comment on Katja’s pussy.

“Shhh,” I giggled. “Our secret, you owe me one.”

A few minutes later when all the commotion had died down Katja popped her head in. “How are the lovebirds, done already?” she said, feigning criticism.

It had actually been almost an hour. I’d never been fucked so long, so hard, so thoroughly. She knew that.

She saw the smug look on Brian’s totally satisfied face. “Don’t get used to it, you’ll be back to fucking “this old hag’s” pussy soon enough. But for you,” she said in my direction. Maybe we need a rule that you should be available to take care of him when I can’t.”

Having fucked me just emboldened Brennan more around me. I couldn’t keep his hands off me, or keep him from grinding his usually hard cock into my ass through my shorts or from getting his hands and fingers down the front of them. Most of the time it was when Katja wasn’t around and, even though she’d “allowed it” I still thought he was crossing some hidden line. I really thought he’d fuck me, if I allowed it, regardless of her wishes. The teasing frustrated me, because my pussy was left wanting. I think she knew about it. I think it just helped her plans. It didn’t really matter what they were. Three months ago I was a shy, reserved, unsatisfied nerd. Now, I was a sexual toy, a mere plaything for a wicked minded master. I couldn’t have been happier.

She told me she wanted to show me off more. She showed me a collar she’d gotten for me. It was leather with rhinestone like studs in it. A charm hung from it that said “slut.” It was appropriate. I WAS the house slut. She made me wear it any time I was in the house. She also introduced lingerie and themed “outfits” for me from clandestine shopping trips. I often had to wait on them, wearing various “slut gear.” She had me model each new outfit for the for the three of them. They particularly liked the slutty maid type outfit.

It was the exact outfit I had on the next time I had to answer the door for the Uber eats driver….who Katja had purposely asked for. It was purposely obscene, with modifications done by Katja. The skirt was short, black, with white lacy trim. She’d hemmed it up quite high (she IS a talented girl!), meaning she wanted to show the bottom of my ass cheeks in it. The top was a black stretchy little thing made of Lycra. To my shock, she’d cut holes out for my tits to poke through, like I said, SO obscene, so embarrassing. That’s how I met that cocky fucker at the door. The three of my “friends” all got to watch from the bedroom as Sam, the tech geek, had hooked the TV in the living room up as a monitor.

His face was even more smug when he saw me, if that’s even possible.

“Halloween already?” he grunted, his eyes fixed on my tits.

“I lost a dare,” I lied with a blush.

“Uh huh,” he said suspiciously.

“Would I be here like this if it was just a normal old day?” I bluffed.

“Well, considering I’ve already seen your tits and you’ve already blown me I’d say that that wasn’t likely,” he sniffed dismissively.

I was caught, I knew it, he knew it. There was nothing to do but forge on.

“So, that’ll be $42.57 he said, feigning boredom. “Unless there’s something else?”

I went to get the money. Naturally I had no panties on so that at least the bottom third of my butt cheeks showed, make that all of it when I bent purposely to get my purse. Katja had told me what she expected, it was up to me to get it done.

“God, for such a tiny girl, your ass is ROUND, and tight,” He murmured appreciatively.

I blushed again, not hard to do when your entire ass is being inspected by the most pompous ass ever.

I returned and handed him the money with a shy smile. I actually WANTED to just leave it at that, to deny that cocker fucker what he knew he was going to get, just to prove a point. However, that’s not what I was there for. He knew it, he fucking KNEW it, I don’t know how. It’s probably just a natural ability dominant alpha types have.

“Aren’t you going to give me the tip?” he smirked while ogling my embarrassingly revealed tits. Of course my nipples were hard, how could they not be?

“Fuuuuuck,” I thought. If this was the bar or some public place and some guy had talked to me and looked at me like that I’d have slapped him by now. But….I couldn’t. My pussy also told me that I didn’t want to. The treatment was actually…..attractive to me.

“Um, okay,” I peeped. “Do you want to sit?” I said with shame.

“Yeah, way more comfortable, though I do enjoy seeing sluts on their knees taking my cock.”

“Ugh,” I thought again. “I can’t believe I have to offer this guy…..that.”

He pulled out his cock and I was so transfixed on it for a few seconds that he snapped me out of it with, “hey, I don’t have all day!”

I dropped to my knees and stroked it. It barely fit in my hand, it was so thick. As before, I had trouble even fitting the whole head in my mouth. I think he was used to it, he just grunted with all my suckling and tongue efforts. I could feel most of my ass was sticking out. I saw his eyes focused on it. I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth, that wasn’t my instruction. I also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking that *I* wanted what I was about to offer him or anything so I made something up.

“Um, your cock is so thick, my jaw is sore,” I said, stopping suddenly. He was well into it, he did NOT want the interruption.

“I don’t care, lick it if you have to, jerk it!” he grunted.

For such an alpha I was surprised HE didn’t come up with the solution, but me having to do it was probably all the more embarrassing that way. I stood up.

“Stay there,” I said breathlessly.

I straddled his legs. His eyes got as wide as his smile. “I knew you wanted more of this cock,” he grinned.

I lowered myself down on him. I’d never done it that way before but I’d seen it. It seemed the best way to be able to control how fast and how much that thick thing penetrated me. Fuck, I was wet, just another notch in my debasement. Slowly, carefully, I slid down on it. He seemed surprisingly willing to let me control the pace. I actually got the idea he was used to having to adjust for women getting used to his girth. He gave me the most devilish smirk when I was fully bottomed out. He was so thick, but it wasn’t overly long but it still felt like I was sitting on the handle of a wooden baseball bat (don’t ask me how I know!).

“Yeah, get used to that cock, slut, then work it. Get me off,” he urged.

I grinded him slowly at first. To my shock, it felt amazing, being so filled while having my clit craze against him like that. I felt electrical tingles shooting through me. His hands were on my tits, he was roughly groping them in his excitement. He was NOT gentle on my poor nipples either. In fact, he used them to pull me forward, like they were reins or something. I was being used for his pleasure, that’s all I was there for, he knew it, he knew this was the expected outcome.

Finally, I was humping him with a fury, both because it was getting me off and because I could see he was close. He gripped my hips tightly and blasted off in me, insuting me the whole way.

“Yeah, that’s a good slut! Fuck that big cock. I know you’ve wanted that since you blew me! Fuck me, you tight fucking whore!”

Again, my intellectual mind wanted my hand to slap him, instead I instinctually said, “thank you, thank you!” over and over as he filled me.

He got up when he was done and left me kneeling on the floor dripping a quart of cum out of my abused hole. He smacked me on the ass and said. I’ll see you next time!” with a smirk.

I started to respond but he cut me off. “And there WILL be a next time.”

Katja had loved every minute of it. She immediately yanked me into the bedroom to please her. She had the video of my abuse on while I did so. I had to finger myself watching it while I licked her. I had an idea that I hadn’t broached with her since what happened with her before. Deviously, I got her to the edge with my tongue, over and over, just stopping before she could cream my face like she always did. After about the 3rd or 4th time, I stopped, seeing her frustration.