Dirty Dianna
Copyright© 2026 by JDlit71
Chapter 3: Balls, Bros, and Beef
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3: Balls, Bros, and Beef - There's not a lot to do in Canada besides hockey and drinking. Daddy keeps me busy though...
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma Fa Teenagers Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Sister Father Uncle BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Facial Oral Sex Sex Toys Public Sex Small Breasts
What does a ball washer do? I thought I knew. I’ve seen pictures of a couple of different kinds. They’re designed to wash golf balls. They make one that you put your ball in and grab the handle and pump it up and down really fast. They also make one that you put it in and turn the handle. And then there’s me.
Mr. Baur, the old man from the front porch with the walker and the expensive cologne that I sucked off? Turns out he is rich. He’s over some golf club and he paid Daddy money so that I could wash balls the next Saturday after I sucked him off on the porch. Seems eccentric and crazy, especially for $5000 just for one day. I would have done it for free, but I like making Daddy money for people to enjoy me, even if they humiliate me ... okay, especially if they humiliate me. He didn’t tell me what I was going to be doing, he just said I should wear a long coat and high heels, which seems to be what I wear a lot for Daddy’s friends.
So this limo picked me up in front of my trailer at 6:00 am that Saturday. I told my parents that I was going to a birthday party for a rich friend from school. What do they know, what do they care? As long as my grades are good and I don’t cause too much trouble, they don’t care.
So I walk out to the limo and there’s this huge bearded guy standing by the door waiting for me. He’s huge, I mean really tall and he’s got a beer belly and he’s wearing a real chauffeur suit and a hat and everything.
“Good morning,” I said, smiling and winking at him.
“Are you Dianna who likes to suck dick?” he asked politely.
“Yes Sir, I am Dianna who likes to suck dick,” I answered playfully.
“Prove it,” he said in a rather demanding tone.
“Okay,” I said nervously. “Get in and I’ll–”
“No, right here will be fine,” he interrupted.
Ok, so he’s parked next to my mailbox directly in front of our trailer. It wasn’t a question of if, it was a question of when. The longer I waited the later it got. Mr. Chauffeur was standing next to the open door on the limo with his arms folded looking at something on his wrist with one eyebrow up like he was waiting. I decided not to argue or run back inside. I had done worse, just not in front of my place. I took one last look at the trailer and noticed Pam standing in the front door fingering herself through her pink bikini underwear with a white tee shirt, waving and smiling at me.
I dropped to my knees as Mr. Chauffeur stood with his arms still crossed. I looked up at him and smiled, trying to make peace with this drill sergeant looking uniformed man.
“Clock’s ticking, Cum Sucker. Prove yourself,” he said angrily.
I unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick heavy dick and began stroking it. As I put my lips over the head of his cock, I felt his hands grab the back of my head and down my throat went his semi-hard cock. As he pulled my head back his cock was completely stiff and he was ready to have my throat.
Like a good throat cunt, I opened wide and let him invade my mouth. He grabbed my hair and fucked my throat so fast and hard I felt dizzy. Of course there was no way my tiny little voice could make enough sound to let him know I was about to pass out, and my constant slapping on his thighs wasn’t giving him a clue, so like Duke, I had to just let him ride it out. He took way too long and out of the corner of my eye I could see Pam through the front glass door as she got off totally from watching Mr. Chauffeur fuck my face. Personally, I think she likes seeing me get humiliated and degraded almost as much as she likes getting used.
Once he stuffed my mouth full of his delicious cum he simply zipped up and got in the limo. He didn’t even bother to hold the door for me or help me in or anything like you see other limo drivers do for their customers. I guess he saw me as just another mouth to dump his cum into. Men are so silly.
We arrived at the golf club and there was a lady waiting for me as I got out of the limo. She was dressed very nice and had a name tag that said, “Alice”. I followed her to a golf cart and we rode to the work yard where all the grass cutters and mulch or grass or whatever it’s called is kept. She made me strip naked then took my measurements and looked me over. She looked a little concerned but she didn’t say anything. She snapped her fingers and two big burly guys with beards hauled this weird metal thing over to us.
“Here’s the mailbox, Alice. You want us to grease her up before we stuff her in there or just fold her up raw?” one of the men asked.
“I suppose you can just lay the burlap inside and fold her in. She’s so skinny I don’t think she’ll need any motivation, will you honey?”
I looked at her like she had three eyes because I had no idea what she was talking about. It didn’t take long for me to figure it out though. They literally folded me and put me in this half round metal can looking thing. Then they closed the other half over me and locked it. This thing looked like a round mailbox with me stuffed inside. My arms were inside so my face was sticking out one end and my ass was hanging out the other. My legs were dangling under my chin and they mounted it flat on this piece that was made into the ground so they could test it out and make sure it worked. They were able to walk right up and shove their dicks straight into my mouth and my ass, or pussy if they preferred. The guy that stuffed my mouth was a big red headed guy with a short thick dick. He walked up in front of me and slapped my face and when I started to tell him that he didn’t need to hurt me, he just shoved his dick in my mouth.
The other guy just poured some oil on my ass crack and stuffed his dick in my ass. It felt really good and I was cumming in no time. It really gets me wet when I’m being controlled and used like that and there’s literally nothing I can do to stop them. I’m just along for the ride at that point and it doesn’t take much to get me off. I squirted within a couple minutes because his cock was so thick and long. He pumped my ass so hard while that other guy was stuffing my mouth, then he pulled out of my ass and swapped places with Red. I didn’t realize just how thick Red’s dick was until he put it in my ass. I squirted even more while I was choking on the other guy. I noticed Alice standing next to me taking videos and pictures from different angles. She snapped her fingers and they both stopped. Alice stepped on one of the two pedals below me and the mailbox moved me down and into an up and down position so that I was facing straight up. Red squatted above me and lowered his balls right onto my lips. I noticed him stepping on the other pedal and something slapped my ass really hard and made me scream. His balls dropped right into my mouth.
“Suck ‘em clean ball cleaner! That’s your job today,” Alice announced as if she’d just decided that.
I sucked his balls until he was satisfied and then he stood up and the other guy did the same except I didn’t wait for him to step on the pedal that time. I had learned my job. Once he was satisfied with my “cleaning technique”, he stood up and they removed me from the mount and loaded me, still inside the mailbox, onto a Mule Side by Side and took me to a spot out on the course. It was a little hut that was next to a standard ball washer. On the outside of the hut was a sign that said, “NEW MODEL BALL WASHER INSIDE”.
They mounted me up and down inside the little hut and left me there. It was about five minutes before I heard talking outside the hut. It sounded like four or five men, but I couldn’t be sure.
“I don’t know, Don? This is the first time I’ve seen it. All I know is I’ve gotta take a piss. My coffee’s kicking in and that little hut will have to do,” the man said.
The door opened and this old man stuck his head in to see my head sticking up out of the mailbox.
“Perfect!” he said to the others and he closed the door.
“I hope you like piss young lady! You can clean my balls afterwards, but first, I need some relief.”
He pulled out his prick and stuck it in my mouth and started pissing down my throat. It tasted bitter and strong, but it was already getting hot inside the hut. Even though his piss was hot, it was still wet. I caught most of his piss and as soon as he was finished he dropped his balls in my mouth and I used my tongue and suction to clean them. It must have felt good to him because I noticed his dick was getting hard. The next thing I knew he was stuffing my mouth with his dick. While I was sucking him he found the pedal that whips my ass and, of course, that gave me a jolt and it was enough to send him over the edge. He gave me three more jolts and came all over my face. I licked as much of it as I could, but he left without wiping me off.
The next guy came in and smiled as soon as he saw me. Fuck! It was my father’s boss, Mr. Taylor! He recognized me right away. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of me with all that cum on my face and in my hair.
“I’m gonna use you every chance I get, Dianna! And if you don’t do what I want whenever I want, this picture will find its way to your father. You understand me?” he threatened.
“Yes Daddy,” was all I could come up with. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.
He smiled and wiped my face with his little towel. He straddled my face and slid his dick across my lips until he was semi-hard. Then he stuck his dick down into my mouth and just waited. I couldn’t move, which should have been obvious, so I tried swallowing. His dick got harder and soon I could feel his mushroom cockhead down in my throat, so I swallowed a lot. I must have swallowed thirty times trying to get him off.
“Giulck, giulck, giulck,” was the sound coming from my throat, like you hear in those porno videos when the girl just holds her mouth open while the guy is holding her head and pumping her gullet?
I think it turned Mr. Taylor on a lot because he came a lot. He shot his load down my throat and when I thought he was finished, he sprayed my face with another load. I made a mental note of that little trick and used it at least twenty more times that day.
The two guys finally came and got me when it was dark. They loaded me up in the Mule and took me to the front of the club. Everyone was leaving and they all saw me being removed from the mailbox.
Alice was there and she announced, “Here’s our newest ball washer, Dirty Dianna!”
They all clapped and cheered, which was kinda nice. Nobody at the trailer park ever claps or cheers for me unless I fall down or get humped by a dog or humiliated. I felt like these people were really appreciative of my services. Alice handed me an envelope and told me to give it to Daddy. Then she patted my head and they put me in the limo and drove me home.
Pam met me outside with a pair of shorts and a jacket. I was able to sneak in without my parents seeing me. I went straight to the bathroom and took a long hot shower.
The next day I couldn’t eat because my jaws were so sore. I laid in bed all day and watched TV on my phone. With the exception of a classmate of mine who stopped by to see if I could play some online games with him, nothing really happened. I just hung out and healed. I was starving, not just for dick, but my mouth was too sore to even talk.
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