Chapter 6

It was Thursday. My fucking with Marcus happened on the Tuesday, and I went back to him that Tuesday. We spent several hours continuously fucking, my pussy was sore the next day but that didn't stop me from spending the entire of yesterday impaled on his monster cock.

Mr.Allen had been by yesterday but nothing special really happened, I just let him fuck me in the ass and slap me about, I was disappointed to say the least. After he left I went downstairs to Marcus' apartment and let him have his way with me.

It was 10.30am and I opened my front door and sat down on the sofa. I had just been to Marcus. As soon as my husband left for work, I was downstairs sucking Marcus' cock and licking his shitty asshole just like he told me to. I had the taste of shit in my mouth but I didn't care.

I couldn't believe what a whore I had been turned into, my brain had been completely taken over by my pussy. My pussy that for so long has been neglected by my husband. I was a 34 year old woman, I had been married to Stephen for 2 years and our sex life was shit, for me anyway. My first ever orgasm was at the hands of a tramp, I couldn't enjoy sex with Stephen anymore, I wanted to be treat like a slut, I wanted to be fucked in all my holes, I wanted men to treat me like a piece of dirt and have their way with me. I wanted dirty, smelly men, men who were ugly and unable to get a woman as hot as I was. That was what I wanted!

I was wearing my tight rubber dress that I wore when I was raped by those tramps, Marcus wanted me to wear it so I looked like a whore. I stood up and walked into the bedroom to look at myself in the mirror. My mascara had ran down my face due to the vicious throat fucking I had just received.

I slipped out of my dress and examined the distinctive specs of cum on my dress. The last time my dress was exposed to male semen I gave it a good wash with a damp cloth, any other time I would so the same but not now.

I brought the dress up to my face so it was just under my nose, it still had a strong smell. I eased my tongue out and dipped it into the cum. I briefly stopped before I took a good lick of cum off my dress. It tasted heavenly for a slut like me. I licked all the cum I could find of my rubber dress, Mr.Allen would of loved to of seen this. As I licked, I slid my hand between my thighs and slid my fingers into my sopping cum filled cunt. My God Marcus could cum like a horse, not that I would know.

I pulled my fingers from my cunt and examined the white sticky fluid entwined between my fingers. I sucked on each finger one by one, sucking the cum off, slowly moving from one finger to the next, I wanted more.

I scooped my fingers into my cunt an produced a big blob of cum, I immediately swallowed it without hesitation. I let out a long sigh as enjoyed the taste of salty cum and my cunt juices entwined in my mouth. I scooped as much cum out of my pussy as I could and sucked my fingers clean.

Mr.Allen was very late today, he didn't arrive till 3pm so by that time my cunt was soaking wet. I had masturbated myself 4 times just waiting.

"I'm afraid I cant be staying long today Helen as I have things to do, so please tell me when is Stephen at work next?"

For the first time in months Stephen was working a night shift, I didn't like him doing them as I hated being alone in the apartment all night. I begged for him not to take the shift but he said he didn't have a choice.

"Umm he's working a night shift tomorrow night, umm 8pm till 6am." I told him.

His eyes lit up.

"He's working a night shift!"

I didn't know if he was talking to himself or me so I just nodded.

"That is brilliant, absolutely brilliant," he grinned, "Oh Helen tomorrow night I'm going to take you out for a night you won't forget!"

What did he mean by that? Well my pussy sure as hell liked the sound of that, it almost came all by itself there and then, it was so wet I could feel the front of my underwear dampening.

"Helen I will be round at 8.30, and I expect you to be dressed like a whore, and I mean stockings, miniskirt and boots!"

With that he left with the biggest grin on his face I had ever seen, what the hell would he have me do now?

I kissed Stephen goodbye and in truth was trying to rush him out the door, my pussy was making me shiver in anticipation. I went straight into the bedroom and laid across the bed all of my slutty clothes. One by one I modelled in front of the mirror trying to decide what was most slutty. I decided against the tight latex dress I had worn many times as I wanted something different.

I finally decided minutes before Mr.Allen's arrival to go with a pair of high heels, a beige set of stocking suspenders, a short plaid miniskirt and a tight boob tube. My breasts were so large they held up the boob tube so I didn't require a bra, and for good measure I went without underwear also. The boob tube was beige and I could see the dark areas of my nipples quite easily. I put some cheap make up on and straightened my blonde hair so I looked like a cheap hooker.

Mr.Allen arrived and liked what he saw.

"Oh Helen, oh yes that's my girl", he grinned.

He ran his chubby little hand up my thighs and stroked the stocking material. He kept going until he reached my bare cunt.

"No underwear I see, oooh you're so wet."

It was true, I could almost feel my juices running down my legs as he slid his fingers into me. He then started to grope my breasts and pulled one from my top. He started to roughly pinch my nipple. He spun me around and bent me over the sofa, I could tell he wanted some before we left, I wanted some also but I knew his cock was too little to satisfy my raging pussy.

As I bent doggy over the sofa, he hitched the back of my skirt up and leant forward to start licking my pussy. He thrust his tongue into my wet hole and it felt good. I hadn't been eaten out for so long, I forgot how good it was. I fucked myself back against his tongue when he slid his tongue into my asshole.

"Oh my God, oh, oh", I moaned.

It felt so good with a tongue in my ass, I was getting a good rimming, I've always wanted one but Stephen would never do that for me he thought it was disgusting. Perhaps the one thing that I hated about Stephen was his reluctance to try anything new. He was very religious surprisingly enough and frowned upon things like slutty outfits and stuff.

Now however I was enjoying my first ever rimming. Mr.Allen did have a small cock but he was excellent with his tongue.

"Oh Mr.Allen lick my asshole, oh Mr.Allen yes!"

I knew he liked me calling out his name. He then pulled his tongue from my ass and slid his cock straight into my asshole.

"Ahhh, ohh fuck it's tight!" I moaned.

He grabbed a hold of my hips and began to fuck my ass like a man possessed. Surprisingly enough I could feel his cock very well and it was making me come. I kept slapping my ass and calling me a whore as he banged me hard.

Not surprisingly he couldn't last for long before I could feel him twitching and pumping his load into my asshole.

"Ahhh, yes Helen, oh Helen you fucking slut!"

He pulled himself out and the cum came pouring out of my ass.

"Helen, I expect you to eat all of that cum, and not waste a drop."

I did as I was told and fingered my ass as to get as much cum out as possible. I couldn't really taste the shit if there was any, his spunk was foul tasting enough as it was. When he was satisfied I had done a good job, he told me to go to the bathroom and clean myself up as I wasn't going to wear underwear and didn't want me to leak onto the upholstery of his BMW.

As we left the apartment blocks, we took a new rout to the one previous. Last time we travelled to the dead beat side of town where I was humiliatingly degraded by the homeless, this new route I was somewhat familiar with.

10 minutes into the drive, I recognised that we were driving down somewhat of a secluded area, I could just make out all the trees either side of the road as it was very dark, and quiet.

A little further down and we took a left turn into a small car park. There was trees all around the area and one or two street lamps. We pulled into a space which was rather secluded, a weeping willow tree leaned over the car and made us quite inconspicuous. I noticed that there was 2 other cars in the car park. Both looked quiet and empty. I looked at the clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 9.40pm.

"What are we doing here?"

I got no answer, just a yellow smile.

We waited in silence for almost 20 minutes.

At around 10.15pm I had gotten bored, I had sucked Mr.Allen's cock twice already just to pass the time. As I was sucking him for the third time, he stopped me and said that it was time. Time for what I thought. I looked up and surveyed the parking lot. It had gotten fuller. There was probably around 6 cars now, all dark, I could only just make out figures of people in the cars, most of them only had one person in them.

I saw one car that was rocking backwards and forwards, he wasn't alone I thought.

"Helen, can you just make out that building in the distance?" I was asked.

I looked and strained my eyes due to the lack of light. Yes I did notice a small building that I hadn't quite noticed before. I asked what it was.

"That Helen is where you will be going."

I looked at him, I was a little scared as it was pitch black outside and I didn't know what awaited me in the building.

"Don't worry Helen I will be coming with you. Oh and you should know were to go when you get there."

With that he opened the glove compartment and pulled out a small digital camera. It was one of those that had the flap that came out at the side so you could video record stuff. I wasn't really up to scratch with the latest advancements in video technology and such like.

"Are you going to record me!"

"We don't have a problem with that do we Helen." His tone of voice hinting that I faced a slap around the face.

I decided against questioning him. He opened the flap part and pressed a button and a little red light came on. He moved the camera up and down, surveying me with it.

"Come on Helen, smile for the camera, gee whiz you got one hell of a body!"

He was directing the camera over my breasts at this point. I felt uncomfortable with myself being on camera, but at the same time it was turning me on.

"Now Helen, I want you to get out and walk across to the building, I will be following you."

Apprehensively I got out of the car. I had to walk straight across the car park to get to the building, which would mean walking in direct view of all the cars. I began walking and I could feel all the eyes in the cars watching me. My tits were bouncing away as I shook my ass in my miniskirt as I walked. My heels clattered against the tarmac, even the car that was rocking had now stopped. My pussy was so wet at the thought of all these eyes on me. I finally reached the other side and approached the trail leading to the building.

I squinted in the dim light to try to get a good view of what it was. As I got closer I realised what it was. Public toilets.

I looked back to Mr.Allen and true to his word he was following, camera in hand. I saw him usher his hand as if to tell me to go in. I looked back at the toilets and saw that the door closest to me was the Men's. I took a big breath and walked towards the door.

As I slowly entered, the smell of urine almost knocked me over. I don't know why but Men's toilets always smell terrible. I walked in and the floor was a cold blue marble.

I had to walk left as there was a wall that is always by the front door in public toilets that allows for privacy.

I turned the corner and saw that it was empty. 3 urinals stood against the right wall, 2 sink basins were on the left, and directly ahead were 4 toilet cubicles stretching against the top wall. The lights were very dim, but still allowed good sight. The walls were white and you could hear the occasional drip from the broken taps. It was pretty rundown.

There were paper towels dotted across the floor and the odd pool of water. The mirror was surprisingly untouched and the walls covered in graffiti. The cubicles had seen better days, they also were covered in graffiti and generally smashed up.

I walked into the middle of the room. I shivered. It was a little cold and I was scared.

Mr.Allen eventually followed. It sounds strange but I felt a little safer that he was here.

"Come with me Helen."

Still armed with his camera he ushered me towards one of the cubicles. He surveyed all 4 and finally decided that one of the middle ones would do. He pushed me inside and made me sit on the toilet. The cubicle was surprisingly big and we both managed to fit in easily. He closed the door behind us and locked it. He stood there with the camera on me.

I looked to my left and saw a hole cut out in the cubicle wall, I saw the same on my right side as well. What was that I thought.

My thoughts were quickly interrupted when I heard footsteps enter the toilets. I held my breath in anticipation. The footsteps got closer and closer. I heard them enter the cubicle next to me, the door closed and I heard the familiar sound of flies opening.