The Heiress humbled

[Pixiehoff]

I blame Daddy. It was all his fault. Why'd he marry that bitch? Silly question. Why do older men marry blondes with big tits and tight asses? I was Daddy's little Princess, always had been. We're fourth generation rich, and Daddy was always generous to his only daughter. Then the bitch turned up. Started insisting that I behave "normally," stay within my allowance - as fucking if.

So, when my cards were maxed and I needed to settle a bill, I signed Daddy's signature on a cheque and she hit the roof, insisted I needed teaching a lesson. Cutting a long story short, I had to see a probation officer and do some community service. If I did that there would be no criminal charge and it would go away. Fuck that. Except I had to; there was no choice.

That was how I found myself in the Probation Office. I didn't belong in such a place, and I was going to show them. I wore one of my Stella McCartney dresses and Louboutin heels with one of my Prada bags. Of course that created a stir, and I noticed the losers in the office sitting up. I went to the desk and told them who I was.

"Ashley de Witt, I have an appointment at three."

"Sure, doll take a seat we'll call ya when he's ready."

"I am not your ‘doll,' and I want to see him at three as arranged."

The man looked at me, smirking.

"Oh, sorry your highness - wait your turn!"

Fuck, these people.

Fuming I sat down.

"Hey Princess, it's the way it is, suck it up."

"Who the fuck are you to talk to me?" I said, looking at the man.

He looked a few years older than my twenty-one, he was tall, black, chewing gum, had a stupid hat on and big gold chains round his neck and those ridiculous baggy pants such losers wear. His legs were wide open, and he was grinning.

"I'm Wayne, Princess, who's you?"

"Never you mind," I said, fuming at his rudeness. I gave him the death stare I give men who annoy me, but the insolent bastard just stared back, grinning. In the end I stopped looking. Where the fuck was the Probation Officer?

Wayne kept looking at me, grinning inanely - annoying turd. Did he not know who I was? My outfit screamed that I did not belong in this tawdry place. Wayne was still grinning when I was finally called in to see the Probation Officer. At least he was suitably apologetic.

"Look, Miss de Witt, I know that you don't belong here, and I want to make this as easy as I can. The easiest community service we have is helping in the café we run for homeless people. You can even pad out your cv with it, and claim you were helping the poor."

Like I cared! But the guy was deferential, and it made sense.

"So all I have to do is turn up on Friday and Saturday nights for two months and I'm done? What will I have to do?"

"Yes, Miss de Witt. And all you have to do it is to wait tables."

"Me, wait tables!" I laughed. "Are there alternatives?"

"Well there is street sweeping, cleaning, stuff like that, but that's so not you!"

I smiled. He got it, and bless him, he was trying to help me.

"Okay, sign me up."

"Thank you, Miss de Witt, and I will, of course, write in my report that you were full of repentance and wanted to help the poor."

I thanked him - loser.

Well, I thought, this isn't as bad as I'd feared.

"Hey Princess, lemme buy you a drink!"

It was the annoying Wayne man.

"Why don't you go away? Today has been bad enough."

"Hey Princess, how's a drink with me gonna make it worse? What'd they give ya?"

"Work in the café."

"Hey, girl, me too, I'm flipping the burgers. You doin' the tables? Hey, you got some clout - that's the cushiest number there is."

"I do," I smiled.

"Well Princess, come on, we gonna be working together - lemme buy you a drink."

The man was persistent. I guessed it could do no harm to have someone who worked there on my side, and I did need a drink, so agreed.

"Yo, Princess, you cool!"

It was not a part of town I knew. I texted daddy's driver and told him to pick me up in an hour's time, so I had time to kill.

We went into the pub across the road. I'd never been in such an awful dive. It was full of common people, many of them like Wayne, and they clearly knew him. I could feel their eyes on me. I felt a little uneasy.

"Don't worry none Princess, you with me, no one's gonna harm ya."

In a weird way I felt grateful.

"I'm a guessing you're a wine sort of girl?"

"Right," I said.

"Hey, George, a glass of white for the white Princess, and I'll have a pint of the usual."

I was taken aback. He had not even shown me the wine list, so when the glass turned up, I had no idea what it was.

"Cheers, Princess, here's to working together."

"Cheers," I said, before almost puking on the crap I'd just been served.

"I like that dress, Princess, shows off your legs good. I'm a legs kind of guy."

Oh my God, I thought, he's flirting with me. As if!

As I saw his big black hand on my thigh, I knew what I was going to say to him, but somehow the words did not form. He squeezed my thigh, and still the words refused to form. I put my hand there to stop him going further. What did the man think I was?

"We gonna work well together, Princess. I been there before, I'll bring you the right outfit for Friday, you okay with that?"

I couldn't see his hand anymore, it had somehow got past my hand and disappeared up my skirt.

"Yes, yes," I said, in a distracted way. "No one said about a uniform."

"Well," he said, his hand brushing against my pantyhose, "it's unofficial, but all the girls wear them, and you don't wanna stand out, do you Princess."

"No," I whimpered a little as his finger grazed my mound.

"Good," he said, pulling his hand away. "I got your back, Princess, no harm's gonna come to you if you with me."

A little weakly, I thanked him.

Then my phone pinged.

"That's my lift," I said, "see you Friday."

"Sure Princess, gimme your number."

I did.

As I walked to the car, I was uneasily away that my panties were wet. What was up with me?

"Miss de Witt, let me open the door," said Bert, daddy's driver. "Are you okay? You look a bit distracted."

"I am fine, Bert," I said with less vigour than usual.

As I sat in the back, I was aware of how wet I was. The moment I got home I went to my room, pulling my pantyhose and panties down and masturbated until I came.

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Nice start. Looking forward to seeing where it goes next.

[Pixiehoff]

Thank you, I hope you will like it

[Pixiehoff]

Part 2




Had I really given that man my number? I must have. But why was he sending me pics of his dick?

"U like?"

Oh really, who did that?

Had I really said "yes" to it?

I must have as I got a reply.

"Show me your tits."

No fucking way. Guys were always wanting pics, and I took a delight in never letting them have them. So why on earth did I lift my sweater, take a shot of my small tits, and send them to Wayne? It made no sense. Nor did lying there and masturbating to that picture. But fuck, I came so hard.

For the rest of the week I tried to be good. Daddy was pleased that I'd "taken my punishment" and restored my allowance, which was great. I worked hard, tried not to look on my phone during the day, and then, when I got home, I'd dash to my room, see what Wayne had sent me and masturbate.

"How's my little gooner?" He texted.

I looked it up. How dare he? How dare he imply I was the sort of girl who got herself off on porn? I was only doing it to pics of his huge cock. That was normal. So why did I text back:

"She's good, so wet 4u."

"You my lil gooner, Princess? Tell me."

"I am your lil gooner," I texted back.

Then Friday came.

I dressed down. Bert drove me to the hall where food was served, and I went in, looking for Wayne, who gave me a big grin.

I looked round.

It smelt. It was full of smelly, common people, what the hell was someone like me doing here?

"Princess, come get your uniform."

He beckoned to me, and I went over, thinking how dare he summon me like that.

"In there Princess," he motioned, handing me a package.

Inside were three other girls. All chavs I could see, cheap hair dye, tans, no class. They looked so slutty in their Hooters tee shirts, cheap, short orange skirts, and tights.

They looked at me.

The biggest of them, a bottle blonde with tits like watermelons said:

"Well get fucking changed then, we are serving in five."

I looked at what Wayne had given me. It was the same thing as they were wearing.

"Get on with it love."

Reluctantly, I stripped to my knickers and put the uniform on.

"Not much up top love, how old are you?"

My small tits had always been a source of embarrassment, it was why I avoided the gym and games at school. I felt myself blushing.

"I am 21," I said.

"Well tie your hair back and get out here."

I did.

Wayne winked at me.

I blushed.

Usually I wore a camisole rather than a bra, but I could not wear it with the uniform, which meant that my stiff nipples showed. And that skirt, it was almost indecent, I was sure people could see the bottom of my bum cheeks.

I got to work, taking the plates to the tables. To my horror I felt a hand on my arse. I turned; Wayne beckoned me over.

"That bum touched my arse; I want him out of here."

"Princess, the guy gets no fun in his life, let him alone. You can't blame a guy for wanting to pinch that cute arse of yours, you're showing enough of it."

Oh fuck, I thought, was he right? Was it my fault?

I got back to work, and a few more guys goosed me. I wanted to say something, but looking at Wayne for guidance, I said nothing.

I so wanted the evening to be over. Since when had a de Witt waited tables? Since when had a de Witt let homeless bums pinch her arse? It was ridiculous.

By the end of the evening I felt hot and sweaty. The cheap uniform did not really absorb sweat, and to my embarrassment, my nipples were clearly showing.

"Your guy coming to get you, Princess?" Wayne said as we finished off.

"Yes, he is."

"Tell you want Princess, tomorrow night, tell him I'll take you back, okay?"

I wanted to tell him not to be silly, but found myself agreeing.

"How's your ass Princess?"

I wanted to tell him it was none of his fucking business, but found myself saying it was sore.

"Come back here and show me."

No fucking way, so why did I find myself lifting the orange skirt and letting him see my bruises? Hell, he'd seen my sexts, so I guess it was that - he'd seen it before.

His big black hands caressed my bum. I pressed back on them.

"Nice tight arse Princess," he grinned.

Fuck, did I really thank him?

I must have, as he grinned.

"Did it make you wet, Princess?"

I blushed.

"Show me."

To my horror, my hands raised my skirt, showing my yellow panties.

"Sit and spread, let me see."

I did.

"Yeah, you are wet. Gonna goon tonight?"

I was not going to dignify that with an answer, but said:

"Yeah, guess so."

"Do something on the way home for me. Make sure your driver sees what I just saw."

There was no fucking way I was showing Bert my panties. Which was, no doubt, why on the way back I sat there with my legs open.

Bert had done a double take when he saw me, as I had not bothered changing out of the uniform, which needed to be washed. I am sure he was leering at me. Just as I was sure he was using the mirror to look up my skirt.

"Can I help you out, Miss de Witt? You look tired."

"Thanks, Bert. Is Dad up?"

"No Miss, he and Miss Amber went to their room early."

Too much information. I did not want to think of Daddy banging that slut.

He opened the door, leaning in to help me.

As he did, my skirt slid up, exposing my panties. He looked at me. How fucking dare he? I was furious.

"What do you think you are doing Bert?"

"Oh come on Miss, you been flashing your knickers at me all the way home."

I had, I could not deny it.

"I promise not to tell Miss Amber."

Oh fuck, that was all I needed, my stepmother to be told I'd been flashing the help.

"On one condition."

"What's that, Bert?" I asked as he got into the car with me.

"You've given me such a hard on, deal with it, I want a blow job, or I tell Miss Amber."

That was how I found myself sucking on his dick.

It was nowhere near as big as Wayne's, and pathetically, he came into my mouth after a few sucks, and he tasted bad. He wiped himself on my hair.

"Good night, Miss. I will keep my promise."

Back in my room, I checked my phone. There was another dick pic. I looked in the mirror. I had cum on my chin. I pulled my panties down and rubbed till `I came hard.

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The next morning I took a long, hot shower and then dressed in my best lingerie. Looking in the mirror, I felt more like myself. I had no idea what was going on, but last night had been an aberration. Goodness knows how I would face Bert, but I knew I would have to.

Amber, my stepmother, gave me a look at breakfast as though to ask why I was so dolled up. Daddy smiled:

"Good to see you taking it so well darling. How was it?"

I told him what he wanted to hear.

"It's good to see you making something of this, my dear. I am proud of you. You see now why Amber and I insisted you take responsibility for your mistake?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said, meekly, smiling at him. Men, I thought, all the same. Tell them what they want to hear.

I went back to my room to get ready to do some shopping. Kasia, the Polish maid was there.

"Kasia, will you make sure that my washing is done today. I will need that uniform for tonight."

She pulled the laundry out.

"Oh Miss, that doesn't look your sort of thing at all," she said, looking at the sweat stained uniform. "You are joking with me, surely?"

"Do I look like I am joking, Kasia, I want it ready for tonight. I will have to use it then."

"Use it, Miss, surely not. I can't imagine you in something like that, you are so classy."

I smiled at her. She was a nice girl, and she'd been with us a few months now. I'd never really noticed here before; she was just another one of the staff.

"Thank you Kasia."

"I cannot imagine it Miss, really, you wore that?"

"Yes, Kasia, you know I got into some trouble, and I help at this café for the homeless, and that's what I have to wear."

She looked at me.

"I heard, Miss. But you, in that?"

"I know," I smiled, sadly.

"I'll only believe it if I saw you in it, Miss."

"Well," I said, "it hardly goes with my outfit today."

"Oh please Miss," Kasia said.

"Look, I have your used panties too. Oh Miss!"

"What?" I asked, blushing.

She sniffed them.

"They are thick with your goo, Miss."

What the fuck business was it of hers. Why the hell was I blushing.

She looked at me.

"If I were to tell Miss Amber, I think you'd be in more trouble, don't you?"

Bitch, I thought. But she was right. I was just getting back into Daddy's good books, and my stepmother would be bound to make a fuss with him, and I'd be back in the shit. So I nodded.

"Please, don't Kasia. Look, I will wear the outfit, okay?"

She grinned.

"Sure - and these dirty, smelly panties and the pantyhose?"

"Yes, I will, but you won't tell Amber, okay?"

"Course not. Go on then, strip."

Oh fuck, I thought, as I took my dress off and then my expensive lingerie.

"Small tits, Miss," Kasia said.

"We can't all be as well-endowed as you Kasia," I said, referring to her 36DD tits.

She grinned even wider.

"Sure, hey, what's that on your ass?"

I blushed.

"What?" I said, trying to avoid answering.

"Turn, let me see."

I turned. I felt her soft hands on my bum.

"These bruises - someone been pinching your ass?"

Flushing red, I admitted it, as I pulled on the panties and the hose. I could feel how wet I was - again. I put on the rest of the sweaty, smelly outfit.

"I can see why, Miss, it hardly covers your ass," she said, pinching me herself. "But you look kind of cute all the same. Get me a coffee."

Usually, before I went out, I had her get me a coffee from the machine in the annexe to my bedroom, now I was getting her one.

"Yes," she smiled as I came back with a coffee, "your ass is on view if you bend at all. Thanks for the coffee - Ash. Now clean up and do the bed, there's a good girl."

The bloody cheek of it! She was the maid, the hired help, and here she was ordering me about. But I did as she told me.

"Not bad, Ash," she said after I had finished. "You ever eat pussy?"

As it happened, I had, so I admitted it.

"Good, seeing your posh ass on view like that has made me horny. Come and eat me out."

I knelt before her, as she slid her panties down. She was all hairy there, and the hairs scratched my face as I leaned in to kiss her pussy. I used my tongue to part her inner lips and began to lick her.

"Fuck, Ash, you lick pussy well," and with that, she gripped my head and pushed me into her pussy.

"On the floor," she ordered.

I did as she was told, only to find her straddling my face, grinding her pussy into me, coating me with her cream until I she could take no more, cumming hard all over my face.

"Oh fuck, that was good," she said, as she slowed the grind down to a slow, steady rub. "I need a pee, get up and follow me."

She got up and, nerve of the bitch, went to my personal bathroom and peed.

"Clean me up, Ash."

Was she expecting me to clean up her pissy pussy? Nerve. But I still found myself tasting the salty tanginess of her pee.

She looked at me.

"Good girl, Ash, we shall have fun. Look at yourself in the mirror."

I did, I was a mess.

My face was red where she had rubbed her hair, and my face streaked with her squirt. My nipples were threatening to poke through my tee-shirt.

"Are those panties even wetter now?"

"Yes, Miss Kasia," I said, hoping to please her by calling her "Miss."

"Show me."

I pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to my knees. She slid a finger along my gusset and licked.

"Tasty. Do you need to cum?"

I did, but had no intention of admitting it,

"Yes, Miss Kasia."

"Are you one of those gooners I read about?"

"Yes Miss Kasia, can I goon my pussy?"

"Oh what a delight, a de Witt masturbating for me, a mere maid. Do it."

I began to rub myself, circling the area around my clit and pressing. I felt it building.

"Stop, enough. That uniform won't wash itself. Strip and give it to me."

Desperate and hoping she would relent; I did what she told me. But she did not relent, and left me to get dressed.

I went to the bathroom and tried to fix my face before going out. What the hell was happening to me?

[Pixiehoff]

Part 4

It did me good to go out shopping. I met up with some friends and we had a good lunch at one of the best restaurants in town. As I watched the waitresses, in their smart uniforms, and looked at the sophisticated clientele, I could not help contrasting it with where I had been last night – and where I would be this evening.

“Ashley, you wanna come out tonight? There’s a really good party down by the riverside at that new place.”

It was kind of Laura to suggest it, but I had to decline, saying that Daddy was having some of his important friends around.

“Well, maybe next time, we’ll tell you all about it.”

That was the only sour note. I was usually on the inside track, if not at the centre, but thanks to that ridiculous judge I was going to be waiting tables instead of living the high life. I sighed to myself.

I got back in time to change.

Kasia came in to see me.

“Here’s the uniform, all clean, as you can see.”

“Thanks, Kasia,” I said, sincerely. “I’ll put it in the bag and change there.”

“No need,” she said, in an authoritative voice. “I talked with Bert, he’s happy to drive you. I didn’t know you were a dirty little cock sucker too.”

I wanted to protest, say I wasn’t, he’d made me, but then I remembered she was making me do stuff too.

“I think this black thong will go well with your black pantyhose, so get dressed for me now.”

The bitch, she was ordering me about.

That did not stop me stripping and putting the clothes on.

“Here, use these panties to tie your hair back,” Kasia said, pulling her panties off and handing them to me. She patted me on the arse and called me a good girl. She went out with me to Bert.

“Here she is Bert, what do you think?”

“Doesn’t look much like our Miss de Witt, does she?”

Kasia giggled.

“Not much. Have fun Ash – and be a good girl for Bert.”

“Sit in the front with me, Ash,” Bert ordered me.


I did, and the whole way he kept sliding a hand up my skirt and feeling me. By the time we got there I was desperate, but knew it was hopeless.

“Bert, I am getting a lift back tonight, so you can have the night off,” I told him.

“Thanks, Ash. In that case,” he said, pulling into the alley behind the Café, “suck me off now.”

The bastard, he just expected me to give him a quickie. I would not even look at a man of his class, let alone suck his cock, but he had a hold on me, and I found myself, once more, sucking his cock. The only good thing was he lasted all of thirty seconds. I choked a bit and swallowed.

“Thanks Ash. You ought to have some gum to hide the smell,” he said, handing me a stick of gum.

I hated chewing gum, so fucking common, but I did not want my breath to smell of cum, so I took some.

I felt somehow less self-conscious inside. The other girls looked like me and I looked like them.

“Hi Ash,” said the big fat one, who was called something like Kylie. She was not someone I’d even say hi to in normal life, but this was not normal, and it felt good to be welcomed.

“Another day in the slat mines,” I sighed.

“Yeah, do you get felt up too?”

“I do,” I sighed, “but Wayne doesn’t want us upsetting the clients.”

“Yeah, Wayne’s the man, he shagged you yet?”

The very idea made my stomach turn.

“No,” I said, quietly.

“I guess he prefers phat asses and big tits,” she smirked, “he usually fucks me at least twice a week, Jordy,” she said, pointing to a bottle blonde with big tits and nice legs, “is his favourite, apparently, she can deep throat the bastard. Oh baby, sorry, did they make you blush?”

It had done.

“Okay girls, shift time,” Wayne said, and we got to working.

“Looking good Princess,” he said, when I went up to collect some food.

“Thanks,” I said.

“The gum works. You’re starting to fit in, aren’t you?”

Self-conscious of my state of arousal, I nodded and agreed. He grinned and pushed his hand up my skirt and pinched my bum.

“Off you go.”

And with that dismissal, off I went.

This was crazy, I thought to myself.

Wayne was some ghetto kid, it should be me dismissing him, if I even bothered to talk with him at all, which was unlikely, and yet here he was, just sending me away after pinching my bum. This was not my place, I wanted to be back where I had been earlier, a privileged client in a posh restaurant with nice girls serving me, Queen Bee with my friends, not here, never here.

My thoughts were distracted by yet another pinch on my arse. I looked over to Wayne, who grinned and mouthed “leave it;” so I did.

Once all the clients were served, we go a bit of a break. I went into the back room to take the weight off my feet. Kylie was already there, but she was bent over the table and Wayne was fucking her, with Jordy and the other girls watching them. My panties flooded.

They all ignored me as Wayne took her hard and rough. He did not take long, and pulling out, told one of the other girls to “clean me off.” One of the chav girls got on her knees and did so.

I was stunned.

“Thanks, Kyle,” Wayne said, as she got up and kissed him, “I needed that.”

With a swagger, he left the room, winking at me.

“Oh Kylie, you’re a lucky bitch, he hasn’t fucked me in a week,” Jordy said, “but I love his taste – and yours.”

“Lezzer,” said one of the other girls, a big brunette. “He had you yet, newbie?” She said, looking straight at me.

“No,” I replied.

“Well,” said Jordy grinning, “look at her, no tits and a skinny arse, why’d Wayne wanna fuck that, she’s probably a lezzer too – are you?”

“I like girls too,” I said.

“In that case,” she said, “give Jordy a kiss.”

I couldn’t, she’d taste of him and Kylie. Which is no doubt why I found myself kissing Jordy and tasting him and her.

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part 5
"Okay girls, back to work," Wayne said, just as I was beginning to enjoy myself kissing Jordy.

WHo did he think he was ordering me about like this. But I did as I was told.

At the end of the evening Kylie approached me.

“You’ve been a good sport, Ash, kissing Jordy like that. You wanna join us at Wayne’s party?”

It felt good to be accepted. I’d thought that they were being horrid, but it was just some sort of hazing, and I was pleased I’d passed the test.

“Sure,” I said, “just let me text.”

I’d told Daddy I’d be back later, so I now texted to say not to worry, I was going with some of my new friends to relax.

We collected in the back room, with Wayne doing his “Black King” thing, as Kylie called it.

“Girls, you can stay in your uniforms, I’m sure my mates will like it. You comin’ too, Ash?”

“Sure,” I said, trying to sound confident.

We all piled into a couple of taxis, and as there wasn’t much room, I end up sitting on Kylie’s lap. Instinctively I snuggled in.

“Do you like my big tits, Ash?” She whispered into my ear.

“I do,” I whispered back.

“Well, if you’re a good girl I’ll let you have a suck later. You will be a good girl, won’t you?”

Strange feelings shot through me. The words “good girl,” made my pussy so wet.

“I will,” I whispered.

We piled out of the cars at an address I didn’t recognise.

Inside, there was an atmosphere of weed and beer.

“Hey homies,” Wayne said, “I brought some fun girls, so have fun.”

I found myself confronted with two big black men. At five two, I was not tall, but these guys must have been six five, and dwarfed me.

“Get on my lap, cute stuff,” one of the men told me.

There was no way, none, who were these people?

That was no doubt why I found myself on his lap. He handed me a bottle of some ghastly fizzy lager.

“Take a swig, and have a joint,” he said, lighting some weed and handing me.

As I took a drag, I felt light headed. All my life I had been Daddy’s Princess, the first at everything, and now I was the first de Witt to sit on a black thug’s lap drinking beer from a bottle and smoking a joint.

Under my bum I could feel something stir. Oh. My. God! It was his cock, it was digging into me. I was suddenly grateful for the awful skirt and my panties and pantyhose.

I felt his big hand on my boobs.

“Hey, Kylie, come here girl, this one’s got no tits.”

Kylie came over, and I found myself unceremoniously dumped on the floor, as she replaced me on his lap. Within moments she was all over him.

“What ya doin’ down there Princess?” Wayne asked.

“Seems the only free spot,” I said.

“Get that cure white ass up here and come sit with me and Jordy.”

That was how I found myself on the floor on one side of Wayne, with Jordy on the other side. She grinned at me, and then, to my shock, unzipped Waye and pulled out that enormous cock I had seen pictures of.

To my horror, he smacked us both in the face with it, and then Jordy began to kiss it. She pulled me in. It was big, throbbing and veiny, and there was white precum already leaking.

His fingers held it at the base, it was shaven to show off the size of the sack beneath it, his thumb was at top of the base, and his three fingers held up the shaft which was darker than the skin of his heavily muscled abdomen, and even though it was not erect, it stood out from his body by twice his palm width, I felt my pussy dampen wondering what it looked like fully ready for a pussy.

The head looked as large as a plum and was almost the same colour purple, but dark brown beneath. The head was not fully exposed, the sheath covered it still, proving that it would be much larger erect. Somehow that beast got into my head and my imagination before it would ever get into my pussy.

He smacked us both in the face with it, and Jordy kissed it. She looked at me:

“Suck it bitch.”

I didn’t want to, no, not at all, it was too big, but somehow my lips fastened onto it, tasting his precum. I could feel Jordy jerking his cock, and he pushed my head down onto it, making me gag and drool. With Jordy’s help, he fucked my face until I felt him throb, then I choked as a massive spurt of spunk hit the back of my throat. I gagged and drooled. He held me there, with Jordy telling me what a good girl I was.

“Kiss her,” he said, and I did, sharing him with her.

“Mmmm, good girl,” she said, pulling away.

“Open your mouths,” Wayne ordered.

We both did. Hers was white with his cum. Mine was, and to make it worse I was dribbling onto my top.

Wayne smiled.

“You did well my little bitch. I want you and Jordy to stay with me tonight.”

I felt somehow pleased that he wanted me, and meekly went with them both to his bedroom, where I stripped and got into bed with them both. Jordy looked at me.

“Don’t forget, bitch, I am his number one.”

I looked at her.

“Of course.”

[mastergepetto]

Loving this story so far!! Excited to see how far her descent goes.

[Pixiehoff]

part 6

I was woken by the sound of squelching, and as I struggled to regain consciousness, I could see that Jordy was sitting on Jordan’s cock fucking herself, her tits bouncing up and down.

“Fuck me, fuck meeee,” she screamed as he thrust up.

I watched, amazed as she bounced up and down. He came with a huge scream.

“Fuck, girl, you are the best fuck slut a King could have.”

‘You, bitch, clean her pussy,” he said, talking to me, me, Ashely de Witt. Did he really expect me to clean out her pussy?

The fact he grabbed me by the hair and let Jordy mount my face gave me the answer. I lay there, sucking and licking, as his cum flooded into me. For what felt like ages, I sucked and sucked, until Jordy came in a shuddering orgasm.

I felt wet and needy. Kasia had not let me cum, and I was so, so wet, which may have been why I agreed to clean her up.

“Good girl,” Jordy said, when she calmed down. “She’s a good little cunt muncher, Wayne.”

“You are, girl,” he said, patting my head. “You staying here today.”

“But I have nothing to wear.”

“Jordy, take the bitch shopping, okay.”

Walking out into the kitchen in just my heavily stained teeshirt which barely covered my bum was embarrassing, but most of the girls were similarly underdressed.

After breakfast I was allowed a quick wash, and then Jordy produced some short shorts and an old teeshirt. It was to be, she said, my shopping outfit.

I felt acutely embarrassed to be out in public in broad daylight dressed like that. I knew I must look like a slut. Jordy took me to a part of town I’d never dream of shopping.

The shop was not at all up to my usual standards. There were manikins with very racy outfits, and although I would never have been caught dead within its doors a month ago; I went inside.

The shop was decently lit, not like my imagination of such places; there were all sorts of naughty clothes on racks, most impractical.

"Can I help you love?" The woman behind me made me jump out of my heels.

"Ummmm no, no I am fine," I stammer, blushing furiously.

“She needs some new things,” Jordy interrupted.

"Oh I know something that she would like," she said, talking to Jordy, as she was clearly in charge.

The woman was a good six inches taller than me, and certainly heavier. Her clothes looked like they had been bought a couple of stones before her present weight, and her brown-black roots showed clearly through her platinum blonde locks.

We followed her to the section of cheap looking panties and tiny strips that might have been bras for a barbie. She picked the ugliest garish pink and a brilliant purple.

"These are perfect for you, love." She looked at me like I imagined a wolf might at a lamb. "Come along love, we don't have a fitting room, but we can use the back. Shirley, I am busy with a fitting, mind the store!"

"Sure, thing Toni, but be gentle with the little thing, she looks like she might break!" Shirley responded from somewhere in the store.

“I am coming in with you,” Jordy said, “want to make sure she behaves.”

“Sure,” said the woman, as she took me by the hand nearly dragged me back behind her, like I would have gone otherwise.

We walked through a set of doors into the back. It looked nothing other than a dirty storeroom, exposed pipes, and unfinished rough wood shelving all around with boxes open and closed all around, a dirty cigarette-stained folding table and a couple of worn folding chairs sat next to the wall with brimming ashtrays.

"Let's see the goods love" Toni stepped back a few feet but made sure she was between me and the door, seeing no other exit, I must have looked terrified.

“Do as you are told Ash,” Jordy ordered.

"Come on love, I don't bite, let's see your bits." She folded her arms over the mountains of flesh barely covering the mounds. "Well not much anyway."

Before I could think about it, my clothes were laid across the boxes and I was standing there in my knickers, shivering not from the cold but from the exposure.

"Oh you are lovely," Toni's voice was so much lower than it was. Her long fingernails stroked down my shoulders to my thinly veiled nipples, hard as nails under the silk.

Her nails drew the shoulder strap over my shoulder then down my arm and revealing what I had been given. She pinched the peaks lightly and I could not stop the moan from leaving my mouth.

"Sensitive, aren't they?" Toni leaned in and kissed my nipple then came up to my lips and I smelled the cigarettes smoke on her breath; it made me nauseous and wet at the same time. Close to my ear she said: "Try the bra first."

I did as instructed, the bra was unlined, and it tickled my nipples terribly, making them hard.

"Let’s see the thong on," She commanded pulling my knickers down.

"But I can't if I don't buy it" I said, with no intention of doing so.

"Oh you already bought it, sweets, now put them on" her voice was very firm and breathy, and I obeyed again.

So there I stood in the tartiest cheap neon pink bralette and thong one can imagine when she pushed me down to my knees on the filthy floor and lifted her skirt to reveal a huge hidden bulge I had never expected.

“Give Toni a reward,” Jordy ordered. So I did.

Toni thrust into my face, and Jordy pushed me onto her. It did not take long for her to cum in my mouth.

“Geeze, you are such a tart, Ash,” Jordy said as I swallowed.

“Discount, Toni?” Jordy said.

“Sure, she’s a sweetie. I’ll throw in that short denim skirt.”

“Okay,” said Jordy, “no need to pack, she’ll wear the stuff.

Ten minutes later, chewing gum to rid my mouth of the taste, I left with Jordy, wearing the dreadful bralette and thong, a very short denim skirt just concealing my arse cheeks. From the looks I got, I could tell what they were thinking - I was some common slut out to attract men. I really needed to pull out of this.

[Pixiehoff]

part 7

Jordy said she had to go see Wayne - and that I was not needed.

"He wants a real fuck, not you."

Geeze, I thought, how insulting. I would not cross the street to spit on Wayne and his kind, How dare he?

I texted Bert, who said daddy was not home and that he would come and get me.

I felt acutely self-conscious waiting, knowing men were leering at me. It was a relief when Bert got there.

"What ARE you wearing Miss?"

"Just drive," I ordered.

It was obvious that my short skirt was not hiding the thong, and as we got closer to home he said:


"You've given me such a hard on, deal with it, I want a blow job, or I tell Miss Amber."

Yet again the threat. But what could I do?

"Fine" was all I said, the pulled off in a secluded spot and got back in the back with me. He wasted no time, we did not have much, we could be discovered at any moment. I found myself frantically helping him pull his uniform down, and somehow in the process my top came off as well.

His cock was a different as Wayne's as could be, something I had seen before, a little longer than my hand from palm to fingertip and my hand could easily wrap around it, compared to Wayne's beast, it seemed as it needed more time to grow, but I knew that it was a grown as it was every likely to be.

I wrapped my had around it and started stroking it, it was almost natural to me, I don't know from where, maybe all the porn I was watching lately. It was harder than Wayne's though, hot all along it, his balls hung low below it, a fingers length down in a wrinkles sack covered by hair, I didn't like it. I decided that clean shaven was my favourite as my mouth wrapped around the head and my tongue started to circle the tip.

I felt the hands wrap in the hair of my head, he was slowly forcing me downward, I fought him of course otherwise I might choke but I let him guide me. I stroked faster with my hand from tip to base, while my tongue played with his head, licking it like an ice cream cone, then swirling around and around, I looked at him the whole time. He tried to speak but could not form words. Grunting and groaning as he rushed toward his release, his thighs tensing, I could smell the musk, he needed a shower, but somehow as disgusting as it was, it made me wet, I should have been cupping his balls, but my left hand was rubbing my pussy and I could not make it stop.

"I am going to pop miss, if you don't stop!" His words were barely human.

'Bugger' I thought, I can't have cum all through the back of daddy's car, the witch will surely smell it even if I wipe it clean! 'Bloody hell, nothing for it then.'

I continued on, suck and closing my eyes, to focus on my own pleasure and not the disgusting event that was about to occur.

"ARRRGGGHHH" was all he said, his body locked like he was being shocked or strangled, my eyes opened to see his head thrown back exposing his neck, body frozen completely rigid as the thing in my mouth pulsed. Once, twice, three times, then it was done. It's product barely filled my mouth, I swallowed as quickly as I could before I could taste it completely. For reasons I can no explain other than not making a mess, I sucked and tongued his tip to make sure I got it all. I did not want to explain it to anyone, anyone at all, least myself. His spunk tasted acrid, thin and nasty, like something left out too long, past its date. It made my stomach turn, I only hoped I did not catch something I would have to see a doctor for. That would be beyond shameful, yet my pussy tingled for the thought of it.

He made the mistake of wiping himself off in my hair. It made me excited, and I hated that it did. I did not look at him, nor he at me, but I pushed him back out of the car.

"Now you wanker, drive us home, and if you mention this to anyone, I know people who will relieve you of that little thing. Do you understand me?" The venom and tone in my voice surprised even me, but it was hollow, and we both knew it.

"Yes miss, I am sorry miss." His tone was contemptuous but still he hurried to the driver's seat, and we were off again.

I did not even bother covering myself as I slowly played with my kitty. He did not close the privacy screen. My kitty needed tending and I needed her tended as we drove the last few miles. I just had time to make myself look half way decent when we arrived home.

What is wrong with me? I wondered to myself as I slowly made my way to my room.

"Miss Ashley."

I turned and saw Kasia.

"What have you been up to - and why do you have spunk in your hair?"

Geeze, I thought, resigning myself to what would come next.