Cute Girls

Humiliation Games

“The humiliation in this stoy might be a bit harsh for some, so if that’s not your kink, you might not want to read on. If it is, then you might recognize this as a minor re-write of “White Collar Slut”. I kept all the good parts ; )

Cheers,

Jeanne”

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Russell placed his glass on the coffee table in the hotel suite and walked to my chair, stopping still with his hips near my face. Placing his fingers under my chin, he squeezed it lightly and lifted my eyes to his. The longer he looked down at me without saying anything, the louder my heart pounded in my chest. What would he think of my fantasy to be sexually humiliated? In public? Would he do it? Could he?

“I would love to humiliate you, Nora.” Russell knelt in front of me and gently took my hand in his. Lifting it to his lips, he locked his eyes onto mine and kissed my palm.

“I would be honored. And I would enjoy it.”

A shot of adrenaline raced to my cunt, electrifying my clit, as I realized he had just agreed to expose my inner slut. I had been wanting it ever since we had met at work last year. With one look into his small, knowing eyes, I had ached for him to dominate me, to order me to serve him at will. I hadn’t thought him attractive, with his thinning blonde hair, big frame and heavy belly, but my cunt had been soaked instantly when we had first met, and every time since.

I had watched Russell during meetings, striding around at the front of the room like he owned everything and everyone in it, while my spreading pussy lips had me squirming in my chair. He walked like a man with a big cock, like a man who would fuck me raw and then lick it better. I’d drench my panties and wonder if anyone else could smell how hot I was for him. I wondered if Russell could, especially when I’d see him staring deliberately at my breasts as he presented his slides. I imagined him absently rubbing my nipples in front of everyone in the room, as though I belonged to him, as though I were his personal fuckslut and he didn’t care if everyone knew it and very likely wanted them to. That he turned out to be charming and kind and mischievously clever was a surprise. That he lured me into one of those teasing, flirty friendship things that aren’t really intended to go anywhere was not.

We didn’t cross any lines, but I sometimes caught myself wishing he would call me into his office and order me to suck him off under his desk while he was on a conference call. Or, even better, that I would be licking his balls when his boss stopped by for an impromptu meeting. I had even longed for him to command me to suck cock in front of everyone and show them all what a dirty cockslut I really was.

Tonight, after a glass or two or three of his favorite wines at the sales conference dinner, he had entertained us all with stories about his travels in Asia. Amidst the laughter and noise, his quiet attention to me made me feel like the most fascinating woman on the planet. The idea of slipping to my knees under the crowded table to suck his cock right then didn’t seem outrageous at all, if only he’d tell me to do it. And tonight, after the dinner, I had given in to my craving.

Gentleman that he is, Russell had walked me to my room and stepped inside only after I had already done so and then held the door open for him. It hadn’t taken long for him to make me blush with his extravagant flirtation - he was in his element now. The teasing seduction turned into talk of sexual fantasies, and soon, there I was, begging him to fuck me, to use me, to humiliate me, to help me reveal the raging whore buried deep inside.

“Yes, I would enjoy that very much, Nora. That’s what you want, right? You want me to enjoy humiliating you, to enjoy using you, to enjoy exposing you? Yes?”

I gazed into his hazel eyes; they had already darkened and were unreadable. I found myself nodding, mesmerized.

“Yes,” I managed to whisper through my dry throat. “Oh, yes, Russell. I do.”

“You want to be my fuckwhore, for me to use as I please,” he continued, still gazing deeply into my eyes. My face turned red as the heat flushed through my body, quickly followed by a clammy chill.

“You’re only useful as a cumbucket with all your fuckholes available to receive my loads of cum,” he continued calmly, rising to his feet. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Nora?” he sneered, staring down at me with his hands on his hips. My nipples tightened, hardening to rocks.

“Yes,” I whispered again, barely able to hear my voice over my racing heartbeat.

“Tell me what you want, Nora. Tell me you want to be my cumrag. Tell me you know that’s all a fuckwhore like you is good for.”

My face burned with shame as he watched me closely. Swallowing, I answered haltingly, “Y-yes, Russell. I’m only useful as a cumrag, a cumbucket. I’m a dirty whore and want you to use me for your amusement.” Trickles of sweat rolled between my breasts as I spoke, matched by the trickle dampening my panties.

Nodding once, he turned and walked to the window. With his back to me, Russell stared out at the night sky beyond this hotel room in the casino, ignoring me for what seemed like forever. Biting my lip nervously in the armchair, I looked up when he finally chuckled to himself and walked over to the bar.

“Of course a fuckslut like you needs to be humiliated, Nora. I’ve known it since your first day at the office, ” he remarked casually as he poured a measure of Patron silver into his glass.

“The way you wiggled your ass around and bent over so I could get a good look at your tits, practically sticking your nipples into my mouth, you think I didn’t notice right away that you’re a filthy whore who needs to be used hard?”

Trembling, I watched him settle heavily into a dark leather chair near the window. My mind reeled as I realized he had known me all along. Somehow, he had known. He faced me, blue eyes hard and implacable.

“Strip for me, Nora,” he ordered. “Start with your blouse and bra. I want to see your tits when you bend over to take off the rest.”

I stood shakily, determined to follow his lead despite my embarrassment. As Russell sipped his tequila, I unbuttoned my blouse, quickly dropping it to the floor.

I was proud of my breasts, and had been so delighted when they had begun growing. None of the other girls at school had had tits as big as mine! I had walked around sticking out my chest as far as it would go, secretly pleased at all the stares. I enjoyed the attention and was proud to have the biggest, bounciest tits in school.

By college, I had grown bolder and flounced around at the bars, teasing the men with glimpses of cleavage. Later, I’d fantasize about sneaking into the men’s room and letting them titfuck me one at a time. Their rough hands would grab my boobs and squeeze them tightly as they thrust their red cocks between my ripe flesh, quickly erupting and covering me in creamy cum, smearing it on my nipples, and wiping their dripping pricks on my face.

But this - this was different. I peeked into Russell’s face as I reached behind my back to release my mounds. With an effort, I unfastened the row of hooks and slipped the straps past my shoulders. Once freed from their confinement, my white breasts hung heavily, dark brown nipples long and thick and tilting slightly upward. The deep breaths I took to steady myself under his careful inspection made my chest rise and fall, which made me even more conscious of being exposed.

“Pretty eager to show off, aren’t you?” he drawled. “Those are impressive, Nora. I’m sure you’ll enjoy exposing yourself in public so everyone has an opportunity to see them.”

I closed my eyes briefly and let the idea wash over me. My nipples stiffened further, and I opened my eyes again to see that he continued to examine my breasts thoughtfully.

“At your age, it’s not surprising they’d be sagging a little like that. I might have to bind them tightly when I want to improve their appearance. The cords will force them to get hard and stick out, and then to darken to a lovely shade of purple as the blood supply is blocked,” he added consideringly, almost as if to himself.

His words hit my head and my clit at the same time. Thoroughly shamed by his assessment, I dropped my head and hid my face as I bent over to remove my skirt and panties.

“Just as I expected,”.he said matter-of-factly. “Those heavy tits hang quite low when you bend over, just like bloated cow udders. You belong on your hands and knees, Nora. Like a cow waiting to be milked. Do it. Now.”

I dropped to my knees, shame flowing through my body and filling my cunt.

“I can smell your pussy from here,” he smirked, swallowing more of his tequila. “Turn around and show it to me. Show me your pussy.”

I shifted around on the floor, turning my ass to him.

He grunted thickly. “You even move like a cow, udders swaying beneath you, teats swollen and ready for milking. Spread your legs wider, cowtits. And moo a little for me,” he added with a laugh.

Glad that he couldn’t see my face, I spread my legs open and leaned down slightly so that my breasts rested on the floor. I smelled my own cunt as I exposed it to his examination, pussy lips gaping open.

“M-m-mooooo,” I lowed, obeying shakily, wondering what our co-workers would think if they could hear me mooing like a cow for him. My clit tingled.

“All right, get up, Nora. We need to do a little shopping. Get dressed, and skip the underwear.”

“Shopping?” I asked, rising to my feet in confusion. “You want to go shopping?”

“Of course,” he replied. “A fuckwhore needs to be dressed properly, so everyone will recognize you for who you really are.”

He stopped me as I started to button my blouse and told me to leave it all unbuttoned except for one. My straining breasts were almost entirely visible. Realizing that he meant to parade me through the casino bouncing and jiggling and with my cunt odor wafting out, my face burned. But, I didn’t hesitate to step through the door and down the hallway with him.

The mirror in the elevator shocked me. I saw myself with my loose tits dangling freely, nipples poking through the thin fabric, face flushed and eyes wild. What was I doing? How had I turned from a polished executive into a willing slut craving his insults and humiliation? Why didn’t I stop this?

My pussy throbbed in response, filling the elevator with my scent. Russell reached up with both hands to twist my nipples roughly, pinching them hard over and over, as I whimpered and groaned.

“This is what you need, isn’t it Nora? You want know everyone to know you’re my whore, don’t you? That you’ll spread your legs for me and anyone else I choose?” he asked disdainfully, catching my eyes as he pulled and twisted my swollen nipples furiously. Blushing beet red, I nodded. I hung my head as he grabbed each nipple tightly between his fingers and shook my breasts back and forth all the way to the ground floor.

My nipples ached miserably by the time we stepped off the elevator, the fabric of my blouse rubbing them raw. A few men looked over at us and nudged each other, leering and laughing. Humiliation coursed through my body when I heard them talking about my flopping tits as we walked past. I caught the eyes of several women who turned their heads away from me in disgust. Our walk to the boutique in the lobby seemed endless, as my tits wobbled uncomfortably and I kept hearing snickers and crude suggestions around me.

I was relieved when we finally arrived at the shop until I looked around and realized the only clothing in there was the kind of cheap trash hookers wear on the street. Without even looking at me, he told the grinning sales clerk what he had in mind. When the clerk returned with a small pile in his arms, Russell ordered me to put them on immediately.

“Where is the dressing room, please?” I asked.

“No, there’s no need for a dressing room,” Russell replied. “Do it right here, in the open.”

I shivered and more heat flooded my face as the clerk snickered and moved off to ring up the purchase. I hesitated to remove my clothes. Anyone could walk in the shop and see me. I just couldn’t.

“You really are a slow, dumb, cow.” With a disgusted grunt, Russell ripped open my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders.

Tears sprang to my eyes as the clerk came back and got a good look at my bare breasts. His eyes popped, taking in the sight of all the bruised, white flesh and distended nipples.

“Damn!” he whistled admiringly. “I wouldn’t mind getting my own hands on those.”

“Is that right? Feel free, then,” offered Russell. “You deserve a little tip for your hard work tonight outfitting my whore.”

The clerk gleefully grabbed my breasts with both hands and mashed them. He worked my tits roughly while tears of shame rolled down my face. Cupping them in each hand, he weighed their heft, and then slapped them back and forth, stinging my sore nipples with each blow. I submitted to the humiliation as Russell watched, smirking again. When my tits had reddened and a low moan escaped my lips, he finally grew impatient.

“That’s enough, slut. Put on your new clothes and let’s get out of here,” he ordered.

Choking back my sobs, I pulled on the clingy red skirt realizing it hardly covered my ass and pussy. The stretchy pink t-shirt had a deep rounded neck that only barely covered me, not that it mattered since it was so thin and sheer the size and shape of my tits was clearly visible through the fabric, and my nipples strained against the material obscenely. As I tried to adjust the shirt, I saw that the tops of my aureola could easily be seen above the neckline. The high heeled sandals caused my ass to thrust backwards while my tits were thrust forward. Shocked, I couldn’t imagine walking through the casino dressed like that.

“Perfect,” said Russell with a wide grin. “Now it will be obvious to everyone what you are.”

He led me out of the shop and back onto the casino floor. I wobbled unsteadily on my high heels, causing my protruding chest to bounce with each step. I could barely see through the film of tears in my tears, but my cunt drooled and dripped down my legs. I struggled to keep up as he wove past the slot machines and led me to one of the blackjack tables. He placed his hand on my ass and caressed it briefly, and then smacked it sharply.

“Let’s see if you bring me any luck, bitch,” he said loudly enough for the dealer and the other players to hear. Signaling to the waitress for some tequila, he then proceeded to ignore me as he concentrated on the cards. I stood beside him hanging my head slightly and trying not to meet anyone’s eyes. What must these people think of me? They know what I am; they can see how I’m dressed, and how Russell treats me. I squirmed with a deep sense of shame, and hoped no one could smell my wet cunt.

“Stroke my cock,” ordered Russell loudly, startling me out of my reverie. I looked around to see everyone gaping, waiting to see if I would follow his orders.

“What are you waiting for, cockslut? You heard me. Stroke my cock. Now.”

Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for what I was about to do, I leaned over so I could reach the bulge in his lap. One of my tits popped out over the top of my shirt as I bent down, hanging gracelessly, bruised and swollen. I immediately moved to stuff it back inside the flimsy shirt.

“Leave it,” he commanded tersely as the dealer flipped over a card.

Unsteady on my heels at that angle and with my breast bobbing freely, I began to rub his cock through his pants. I could feel his dick stiffening slightly under my fingers as I stroked it clumsily. I had imagined him controlling me like this, ordering me to serve his cock, totally under his command. My cunt grew wetter as the players near us snickered and whispered to each other. Although I heard them call me filthy names, I continued to rub Russell’s crotch obediently. His dick grew and grew under my hand. I could feel the hot casino air on my open pussy as I bent down, hoping no one behind me could actually see my dark hairs puffy red lips.

I stroked and stroked his cock in the middle of the casino until he finally finished the hand. Swallowing the last of his tequila, he picked up one of his $50 chips, and then put it down again. He replaced it with one worth only a dollar and dropped it in my hand.

“Stuff that into your cunt, bitch” he ordered roughly. “Your hole isn’t worth even that much, but I did win after all.”

The watching players laughed openly as I stared first at the chip in my hand and then at Russell. He couldn’t really mean to have me put the chip into my pussy while everyone watched, could he?

“You don’t need me to tell you again, do you, you stupid whore? Reach around your ass and stuff that into your cunt.”

A small crowd had gathered by this time and the amused whispers grew louder. Face burning, I spread my legs a little as I bent over and did as Russell had commanded me. The hard plastic scraped the sticky walls of my cunt as I struggled to push it in with all those people watching. Their loud laughter rang in my ears as I finally straightened, feeling the plastic wedged in my cunt uncomfortably.

“Now lick you finger clean,” he told me, standing up and collecting the rest of his winnings. Humiliated even further, I sucked my finger into my mouth and removed it quickly. Adjusting my shirt to cover my exposed breast, I scrambled to follow him as he walked away without even looking at me, confident I would run after him. At the elevator, I froze as a uniformed security guard walked up to us.

“Everything all right here, sir?” he asked, staring hard at my tits and then at Russell.

“Well, my little fuckwhore needs some more training,” he replied. “She’s a little slow, but I’m confident she’ll eventually learn to service me properly. Isn’t that right, bitch?”

The security guard looked into my red face.

“Is that true? You need more slut training?” he leered.

“Yes,” I whispered and nodded nervously, praying the elevator would arrive. I didn’t think I could be any more embarrassed than I already was, but seeing the guard’s contemptuous stare, I wished I could disappear. This thought was immediately followed by an aching twinge deep in my cunt.

Finally, the elevator doors opened. The guard sniffed the air as I moved past him and stepped inside.

“I can smell you, bitch,” he snorted. Nodding to Russell, he added, “You better get your ho upstairs, sir. She’s ripe to get fucked.”

Their laughter rang in my ears on the ride up. Russell renewed his assault on my tits, grabbing my nipples between his fingers tightly. My breasts stretched into taut cones as he pulled steadily outward mercilessly. I felt the chip in my cunt and could see some of my pussy hairs in the mirror peeking below the edge of my skirt. I looked and felt like a hungry whore, his whore, willing to do anything for him.

I held my breath when he stepped forward and pressed his thigh between my legs, grinding it hard against my pussy. My cunt spasmed as the pressure on my clit rocked through me and a loud groan ripped out of my throat.

“That’s it, Nora. Cum like an animal for me, like a bitch in heat,” he urged, pulling and twisting my nipples crudely. “I want to hear what it sounds like when you get what you need.”

Another moan erupted from me as the pulsing in my pussy eased and he pulled away. I was totally under his control, as I had often wished to be. I was still shuddering, but I hoped that he had more in mind for us. The humiliation in the casino had shaken me, but I craved even more. I desperately enjoyed being his whore and was even hungrier for his cock than ever, the cock he hadn’t yet allowed me to see. The bulge in his pants had grown large as I stroked it at the blackjack table; I eagerly hoped he would ram it inside me over and over before he emptied his balls deep in my hole.

The blackjack chip wedged in my soaked cunt kept slipping as we walked toward Russell’s room. Once we arrived, he told me to strip naked again, and rummaged through his suitcase while I do so. Dropping something one the night table near the bed, he strode toward the bathroom, ordering me to follow him in.

“On your hands and knees, cowslut. You know that’s where you belong. Crawl to me.”

I lowered my body to the floor and began to crawl toward the bathroom. My battered breasts shook with every movement, and I felt the hard plastic shift in my pussy again. The cold tile on the bathroom floor dug into my knees as I slowly crawled toward him. When I had reached the toilet where he was standing, I glanced up to see a look of derision on his face.

“Your performance downstairs was a disgrace, Nora. When I order you to perform for me, I expect even a dumb cunt like you to do it immediately. Clearly, you need some remedial training.”

He unfastened the leather belt at his waist and slipped it out of its loops with a flick. Quaking, I apologized over and over, pleading for his forgiveness, but he paid no attention to my sobs.

“Crawl in front of the toilet, Nora, and lower your face inside so your neck rests along the rim,” he commanded firmly, stepping behind me.

I was revolted by the thought of getting my face anywhere near that toilet, especially as I could see splashes of dried urine on the dirty rim. But I knew I deserved to be punished for being too slow in obeying his orders downstairs, so I did as he said, tears flowing freely down my face and dropping into the bowl. The cold porcelain under my neck and against my pendulous tits did nothing to cool my flaming skin, and the smell of the toilet gagged me as I sobbed.

“You’re a worthless, disgusting slut, Nora. You don’t even deserve my attention, but I happen to be in a generous mood tonight,” he told me just before raising his arm and bringing the belt down hard on my ass.

Smack! The leather whipped through the air and bit into my soft flesh. I sucked in my breath sharply. Smack! Again he lifted his arm and lashed the leather across my ass. Over and over he brought his belt down hard. Streaks of fire burned across my cheeks until my ass felt like it had been stripped of its skin, a fat blob of pain. Each blow pushed my face lower into the toilet bowl, occasionally forcing it into the water. I didn’t know if I was more degraded by his whipping or for dunking my face in the toilet, but I could feel my cunt twitching and spreading wide open, aching to be fucked.

When I thought I couldn’t stand any more, the whipping finally stopped. I gasped in relief, but only for a moment. He grabbed my ass with both hands, cruelly kneading the inflamed flesh and pinching it hard. Shooting pains stabbed through me as his hands groped, somehow more intimately worse than the welts he had raised with your belt.

“Your ass is as doughy as your tits and gives me a big, wide target for whipping. Yes, Nora, you like this, don’t you? You know a dirty whore like you needs to be used hard,” he reminded me. He pulled my cheeks apart, spreading me painfully wide as I struggled not to dunk my face in the toilet again.

“I can see that your wet cunt is all red and swollen. This excites you, doesn’t it, Nora? Yes, I can see this is what you want,” he continued tauntingly.

Suddenly, his open palm slapped my cunt sharply. With short, furious strokes, he stung my pussy lips and shocked my clit. The pressure inside me burst in waves of pleasure and contracted around the chip, reminding me of my humiliation at the blackjack table. Low, loud animal moans shook my body and echoed off the walls of the toilet bowl.

Russell laughed softly as I came, and immediately stepped away to wash his hands, as if to cleanse himself of me. I knelt on the bathroom floor with my sore ass in the air and my face hanging over the toilet, recovering from his abuse and my sharp orgasm.

“Yes, that’s what I thought, fuckpig. I’ll bet you’ve never come with your head in the toilet before, but you sure did enjoy it. You’ll be a good toilet whore for me, won’t you?” he asked, drying his hands on a towel.

“Let’s see what else you can learn to do for me tonight. Back away from the toilet and cool your ass on the floor, bitch.”

My heart pounded again at his command. I didn’t know what else he had in mind for me, but that last orgasm had vanished any doubt in my mind that I would do anything he wanted. I still hadn’t even seen his cock, but my desire for it had grown under his punishing hands. I slowly backed away from the toilet and gasped as the tiles touched my burning ass. Obediently, I waited for his next command.

He stepped closer, stopping when his crotch was inches from my face, and spread his legs slightly.

“Knowing what a cockslut you are, I’ll bet you can’t wait to get your mouth on my dick. I don’t think you’ve earned that honor yet, but there is something else you can do for me, Nora. Unzip my pants and take out my cock.” He thrust his crotch at my face and waited.

Oh! I would finally see his dick! I eagerly unzipped his pants and carefully reached inside his boxers. My fingers touched hot skin and looped around his soft dick for the first time. No wonder he always walked around the office with such confidence! With that thick cock swinging between his legs all day, he was well aware of his sexual power, always aware. Licking my lips, I couldn’t wait to wrap them around his heavy meat.

“Now, open your mouth wide for me, Nora, like a well-trained toilet whore, while I take a piss,” he ordered, jarring me from my cocksucking fantasy.

Ugh! No! I wouldn’t! I couldn’t! He couldn’t imagine I’d want him to pee in my mouth! Absolutely not! I looked into his callous eyes and opened my mouth to protest. Immediately, his hot piss hit my tongue and splashed into the back of my throat. Instinctively, I gulped and swallowed the acrid stream as you smiled down at me.

“That’s it, swallow it all down for me, cockwhore. You might as well be useful for something,” he said, streaming more into my gurgling mouth.

I couldn’t believe I was swallowing his piss, but I was hungry for his approval, and gulped as much of it down as I could, spilling the rest onto my chest. The bitter taste disgusted me and made me gag, but I finally had Russell’s cock in my hands and couldn’t let go even though he was pissing on me with it. The gush slowed and stopped, with a final few drops landing on my hands.

“Excellent,” he said, pulling his cock away and zipping his pants again. “You’ll learn to be a talented toilet slut for me. You’ll be useful for me whenever and wherever I need to take a piss…at the office, in the car, at conferences, anywhere I need a toilet.”

I cringed at this idea, but I was happy to have finally done something to please him. Would he really use me as a toilet in public? No, of course he wouldn’t. Would he? There was something about the thought of servicing him like that which turned me on.

A wadded up pair of boxer shorts hit me in the face and dropped into my lap.

“Wipe your face with those, Nora. I worked out wearing them earlier today, so they’ll stink with ball sweat, but you’ll like that, won’t you?”

The filthy underwear was still damp and did smell of sweaty balls and cock, as well as ass. Grimacing, I wiped them across my face and tits, sopping up his urine and the water from the toilet bowl. The hair around my face was drenched too, so I tried to soak up a little of it with the shorts. Even after I had finished wiping myself and dropped the shorts, I could still smell Russell’s cock and balls emanating from my body. By this time, he had left the bathroom and had called me to him.

Back on my hands and knees, I eased along the floor, feeling the searing pain in my ass from his whipping. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the door: my hair clumped in damp bunches around my red face, and my breasts almost brushed the floor. My ass was criss-crossed with raised welts and had turned a deep red color. Streaks of my cum glistened on my thighs. I took a deep breath and caught a whiff of the piss that permeated my hair. A guttural groan erupted from my throat. I had never felt so humiliated and stimulated in my life!

Russell had seated himself in the leather armchair again. I made my way to his feet and looked up into his face. I wasn’t sure what I saw there, but there was no mercy in his eyes or anything that would give me the impression he thought of me as anything but his sexual property to degrade and use as he pleased.

“Stand up and lean over so your tits hang down in front of me. Place your hands on the back of the chair. It’s time to milk those udders of yours, Nora.”

I shuddered, but immediately followed his orders. Leaning over him with my tits pulling me down was awkward and forced me to arch my back and stick out my ass. He dropped his eyes from mine and fastened them on my swinging breasts. He grabbed each tit at its base, circling his fingers around as far as they would go. Squeezing my flesh firmly, he pulled down on my tits and slid his hands toward my pointing nipples. His fingers grasped my already sore nipples tightly as he yanked. Again, he grabbed each tit and pulled downward, finally stretching the nipple with a jerk.

“I’ll bet these udders have seen a lot of dick. Hard cocks pushing against you, poking you in the chin, emptying their steaming wet loads all over you? And you loved every sticky drop they spurted, didn’t you?”

Russell continued milking me firmly and steadily. My cunt burned as his hands made their way along my tits relentlessly, as though he really expected my nipples to begin streaming milk.

“Answer me, Nora.”

“Y-yes. I enjoy getting titfucked. I like to rub the cum into my skin and lick it off,” I admitted, gasping with pleasure as his hands worked my breasts.

“Of course, you would enjoy licking your own tits. I’ll have to remember that so you can suck yourself for me later. Maybe when we go back down to the casino, so everyone can see how what a nasty titslut you are. Or during the conference tomorrow; I’ll let you suck your tits while I give my presentation.”

Again and again, his hands methodically made their way along my tits and down to my nipples. I moaned continuously, squirming as my swollen pussy filled with more of my juice.

“Oh, no, you dumb cow. You’re only allowed to moo when I’m milking you,” he admonished.

“Moooooooooo,” tore out of my throat as he squeezed and pulled on my hanging breasts. “Mooooooooo!”

“You ever get fucked in a barn, cowslut? That’s where you belong, you know. With your bloated udders and thick teats, you’d fit right in with all the other cows. Even the bulls wouldn’t be able to tell the difference,” mocked Russell.

Suddenly, he gripped my tits hard and pulled down, bringing me crashing to my knees. As I knelt at his feet, dazed, he unzipped his pants and released his growing cock and large hairy balls.

“Now, use those impressive tits to give me a good titfuck, Nora,” he demanded, leaning back to watch.

I raised myself higher on my knees, and lifted my breasts onto his lap. Quivering with excitement, I pressed tightly around his cock, pointing my nipples toward his stomach. He got a good grip on each nipple and held on as I began to slide up and down along his lengthening dick. Harder and harder, I squeezed my mounds around his fuckmeat and watched his cockhead darken.

I was panting and beginning to sweat with exertion, making it easier to slide along his smooth shaft and down to his balls. Russell made no comment, but held on to my nipples as I moved and watched intently as the swollen tip of his dick rose to my neck and hit my chin repeatedly. Faster and faster, I thrust my tits on his cock, crushing them together as hard as I could. I licked my lips when sticky pre-cum seeped out of his slit, and increased the pressure on his cock, riding it vigorously, panting and sweating profusely.

Still, he said nothing, and just watched me with his unfathomable eyes as I tried to make him cum. My breasts felt raw where his cock rubbed against them, and my back muscles strained to support my weight. With my nipples trapped in his hands, I was limited in my movements, making it harder to slide along his entire length. My sweaty breasts slipped, and I had to clutch them even tighter.

I concentrated so hard on holding on to my slippery tits that I was surprised by the long stream of hot cum that suddenly poured out of his pulsing cock and landed on my face. Grunting, he shot another thick rope of cum, coating my chest. I heard grunt after grunt as his cum-laden balls released their load all over my face and into my hair, slippery spurts rolling off my nose and chin and onto my tits. I licked as much of his creamy load off my lips as I could, tasting his cum for the first time, swirling it in my mouth before swallowing. I wanted so badly to lick the cum off his dripping cock, but knew I shouldn’t do it without his permission.

Russell dropped my nipples and grabbed a length of my hair, bringing it to his wet cockhead. Carefully, he wiped his wet cock on my hair. White globs stuck to the strands. When he was satisfied that his dick was clean, he leaned back in his chair again.

“You’re a fine cumrag, Nora, I’ll give you that.”

He leaned over to the nightstand and picked something up, whatever it was he had found in his suitcase earlier. “Perhaps wearing these will remind you to be a better titfucker for me next time.”

Swiftly, he grabbed a nipple and fastened a strong clamp on it, pinching it cruelly. He didn’t pause when I screamed in agony, but merely attached a clamp to the other nipple as well, causing me to scream again.

“Don’t worry. The pain will subside a bit. But when those clamps come off and that rush of blood flows back in, well…let’s just say I expect to enjoy that,” he laughed.

He was right. The sharp stabs of pain had dulled already. The clamps had small round weights on their ends, however, and they hung heavily from my aching nipples, dragging my tits down even further. I could bear the pinching clamps, but the weights distorted my breasts into long cones and the sight humilated me deeply. He had made me his property for his amusement.

I took a deep breath and then screamed again. My heavy breathing had caused the weights to swing, which sent fiery stabs shooting through my nipples and down to my clit.

“If we were at my home, I’d have a nice wire dog cage to lock you in. You’d be quite a sight stuffed in there on your knees, wrists fastened to the top of the cage.” Laughing to himself at the image, he continued, “As it is, crawl under that desk over there. It should be just about big enough for you to crouch underneath.”

I very carefully lowered myself to the floor so as not send the weights on my breasts swinging, and inched over to the desk. The weights pulled my tits down so low that they touched the floor time, dragging the heavy weights behind them. Each step was agony as my tits jerked the heavy weights and sent red waves of pain to my eyes. Sweating by the time I reached the desk, I struggled to fit myself into the opening, which was barely big enough for me on my hands and knees. The bottom of the desk dug into my back, one of the slats pressed into my sore ass, and my head stuck out through the opening in front. My entire body throbbed with pain.

After taking a long measuring look at me, he said, “Beautiful, Nora. Now, I’ve got some more gambling to do. You wait for me under that desk until I come back.”

Before his words had even penetrated my pain- and fuck-soaked mind, he had walked out of the room without a backwards glance. The door closed behind him with a click, leaving me alone in his quiet suite.

Had he really just left me there to wait? I knew I could get up and leave right then, but the humiliating way he treated me had given me the best orgasms of my life. No one had ever used me with such pleasure and control, no one had ever called me such filthy names with such cruel disregard, and no one had ever pissed in my mouth. The memory of his wide cock and tasty cum made me ache.

I had to get his cock in me, in my cunt, my ass, my mouth. I wanted huge loads of cum dripping out of my holes and filling my throat. Groaning, wedged uncomfortably under the desk, wearing his titclamps, I waited eagerly for his return.

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