Monica Reveals Her Thirst

Monica Reveals Her Thirst
“I love it when you use me. I mean really use me. When you make me be
a really dirty little tramp. When whether I want it or not you make me
do terrible dirty sluttish things. I love it when you call me a whore, a
slut, a tramp, a cock-sucker, cunt-eater, all those filthy things you
call me. I love it!! Why are you asking me? Noone knows better than you
what I like and what turns me on! I love for you to decide for me.
Honestly…there isn’t anything you can’t do to me or with me. I mean
ANYTHING!!!”

“But Monica, I have such a dirty mind sometimes…and I think of some
of the most depraved things that I could do to you and with you. But I
love you with all my heart, and I don’t ever for even a second want to
do something that you won’t enjoy. I just want to make sure…you’ve done
so many things for me already, and you’ve been so wonderful about all of
them.”

“Look….I don’t know how to tell you so that you’ll believe me, but
there really isn’t anything you can make me do, or that you can do to me
or with me that I won’t love. I know you. I know that you would never
permanently hurt me or do anything to cause me to be seperated from you
permanently. I know that you love me and that no matter who you fuck or
who you bring into our home that I will always be your wife. I know
that! So while I know that by giving you the freedom that I’m talking
about giving you I’ll be scared to death sometimes…still, I know that I
am safe with you, ultimately safe. I want to feel fear…I want to feel
pain…I want to feel every emotion you can possibly make me feel…because I
know the pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow, and that the storm
has to come before the rainbow can. I love you more than I could ever
love any man…and I want to be totally yours to do with as you please.”

“But still, Monica, I know you remember Karen, the girl I told you
about and how the sorority girls used her. Suppose I wanted to use you
like they used her? Suppose I did some of the things to you that they
did to her? I don’t ever want to do anything to make you lose respect
for me or to cause you to find anyone else more attractive to you than
me. What would I do if I ever lost you?”

“Silly, silly man!! Of course I remember you telling me about Karen.
Don’t you remember what happened that night? Don’t you remember that it
was the first time I was ever able to take your fist in my cunt? Don’t
you remember that I came over and over and over and over again? In case
you don’t remember, it was hearing about Karen that made me want to be
your slave in the first place.”

“Oh, Monica…I just want to be sure that….” “What is it that you want
to do? Do you want to piss on me? Do you want to take me to a dirty book
store and make me suck off men in the peep shows? You want to sell me
like a whore? You want me to be with some animal or something? What do
you think I mean by anything? I mean ANYTHING!!! A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G!!!!
What I want most in the world is for YOU to decide what to do to me or
with me and then do it. Whatever it is. I love you, I trust you, and I’m
your slave-slut. Period!”

Finally I smiled and began to relax. I thought I knew her and that I
understood what it was that she wanted. But it doesn’t hurt to have some
reassurance from time to time, now does it? I mean, after all, I ask
you…Just how far can you take a woman before she starts to say no?
Before Monica I had a much different answer to that than I do now, I can
tell you that.

“Ok…you’ve convinced me. And I can’t tell you how much I love you.
From now on, anything that makes you come and that ultimately makes you
tremble and moan and beg to be fucked is within bounds. And I plan on
doing alot of things with you. Some things we’ve never done before. You
do remember the code word, don’t you? The word you’re to say to me if
something happens to make you want out? Or if you are really being hurt
and want me to stop?”

“Yes…I remember well. And I promise that I will use it when and if I
ever really feel the need to. But no matter what you decide to do to me,
I doubt that that day will ever come. Just promise me one thing…if I
ever pass out again, like I did that one time…wait until I regain
conciousness and allow me the opportunity to use the word before you
begin again.”

“Of course…I’ll always do that”, I replied. “And one more
thing…promise me that if I do ever use the code word that you will still
love me, and that you will not necessarily never do the same thing to
me again simply because I used the code word when you did it before. I
want to please you, and if I can build up some tolerance to the thing
that you do that causes me to say the code word, then I want to do that.
Please promise you’ll give me another chance.”

“I promise!…you darling little slut you! Now, enough talk! Lets get
on with using you as you were made to be used. You do have fuck holes,
don’t you?”

Monica smiled a big broad smile at me and eagerly replied, “Yes,
MASTER….I have three fuck holes…and they are all empty…poor, poor, me!”

“You’re a slut aren’t you Monica?” “Yessss…I’m such a slut, MASTER!”
“And you have a slut mouth, and a slut cunt and a slut asshole, don’t
you, Monica?”

“Yesssss, MASTER, I do! All my holes are slut holes!” “What does a
slut do with her holes, Monica?” “MASTER….A slut takes any cock into her
holes that is presented to her!”

“But you wouldn’t just take any cock into your holes that was
presented to you, would you Monica?” “No, MASTER…never would I do that!!
Never!!!” “But you said you are a slut, Monica!! Why wouldn’t you?”
“Because I’m more than a slut, MASTER!!!…I’m a SLAVE-slut!! I’m YOUR
slave-slut! Only if you tell me to take a cock in my holes will I take
it! But if you tell me to take them, I’ll take cock after cock after
cock after cock after cock! I’ll fuck any number of men you say! I’ll
kneel and suck as many cocks as you tell me to suck! It doesn’t matter
what kind they are, what color they are, nothing matters to me except
pleasing you, MASTER!!”

“Yes, you’re a little slave-slut. And when you agree to be my
slave-slut, you automatically become a whore and a tramp and a bi- slut,
don’t you?”

“Yessssss, I DO!!! And it makes my cunt juice run down my thighs to
be those things for you!! It makes my cunt juice puddle in my panties,
makes me soak my jeans, makes me drip onto the floor!! It turns me into a
nymphomaniac fucking and sucking machine!! And I love it!!!”

I smiled at Monica and told her to kneel in front of me. She was
already naked except for the gold belly bracelet and the gold ankle
bracelet and the tampon I had told her to insert in her cunt. No, she
wasn’t having her period… I just wanted her to put a tampon in her hole.
I sort of like seeing the string hanging out, and besides, I knew she’d
get very very wet when we talked.

“Take the tampon out now, Monica.” She did as I requested, pulling
the cunt juice filled tampon from her hole and handing it to me.

“No…I can see its filled already with your juices. Just put it in your mouth and suck on it for me.”

She shuddered slightly, but put the soaked tampon in her mouth and sucked her juices from it.

“How do you like the taste of whore juice?”, I asked. “Mmmmmmm, its very good, MASTER!! I really do love it! Honest, I do!”

She continued to suck on the tampon and there was no doubt in my mind
that she meant every word she said. She did love the taste of her own
juices, and not only her juices, but the taste of cunt juice in general.

“Have you ever sucked a bloody tampon before, Monica?” She blushed a
deep red as she replied, “No, MASTER, I’ve never done that before.”

“Good! I may let you do that sometime for me. But I can’t promise
that it will be your menstrual fluid that you suck from it. It might be
the mentrual juices of a black whore. Or perhaps a woman that I fuck
often. You’ll still suck them into your mouth and swallow them, won’t
you?”

She had put the tampon back in her mouth and had been sucking on it
eagerly while I talked to her. She hesitated in replying to my question,
but it was obvious that it was only because she didn’t want to take the
tampon out of her mouth. Finally with a big sigh she removed it and
replied, “I’ll suck any woman’s bloody tampon for you MASTER! All you
have to do is tell me to do it.” “Good girl! Then I can call you a
bloody tampon sucking bi-slut whore, can’t I Monica?”

She was trembling noticably now, and her nipples had grown rock hard
on her rising and falling breasts. “Yessss, MASTER, you can! Thats
exactly what I am!”

Monica closed her eyes and sucked hungrily on the almost dry tampon
now. Her hips had begun fucking back and forth. I knew she needed to
touch herself, and I wasn’t surprised when she asked the question.

“MASTER, may I please touch my slut-cunt? You’re making me so hot and so horny! Please let me touch my hole!”

“Well, Monica…if thinking about sucking the menstrual fluid of a
black whore makes you need to touch yourself, then perhaps you’d like to
drink some piss. Would you like that?”

“I’d love to drink your piss MASTER! Please…let me touch myself while you piss in my mouth!! Please do it!”

“Have you ever let a man piss in your mouth before, Monica?” “Nooooo,
MASTER!! Never!! I promise!” “How about a woman’s piss, have you ever
tasted a woman’s piss?” “Ohhhh, MASTER! Do I have to answer that?” “Only
if you want to be allowed to touch your dirty tramp clit, Monica.”

“MmmmmmmmmmmASTER…I have tasted my own piss…I wanted to see what it
tasted like after you told me about the black girls pissing in Karen’s
mouth.”

“Good girl…now rub your clit for your MASTER…let me watch you. What did you think of the taste of your piss, Monica?”

Monica’s hand slid down her tight belly to her pubic mound and becan
rubbing the hard little nub of her clitoris in circles. She moaned as
she answered my question. “I was afraid it would make me sick, MASTER.
At first I just stuck my finger into the stream and then licked my
finger clean…but then when it really didn’t taste bad I decided to try
more of it.”

I was rubbing my cock through my robe as Monica confessed her
exerimenting to me. Her shoulders were shaking slightly and her thighs
were covered with goosebumps as she continued.

“I stopped before I had emptied myself and got a small glass from the
kitchen. Sitting back down on the toilet, I pissed into the glass,
nearly filling it. Ohhhh…MASTER…this is sooooo dirty..do I have to tell
you all of it?”

“Yes, little whore…tell me every tiny bit of it…unless you want to stop rubbing your fuck hole.”

“Ohhhhhhh noooo!!!…it feels so good, I’ll tell you all, just let me keep touching my clit…I’m so hottt!!”

“Put the tampon back in before you finish your story, Monica…you’re
dripping on the carpet and making quite a mess.” With much embarassment
Monica did as I requested, the tampon sliding easily into her dripping
wet hole. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she shuddered visibly
as she continued her degrading story.

“The glass was quite warm to my touch, and I swirled the liquid
slowly around in the glass. I held it close to my nose and smelled the
strong fragrance. Pushing a finger up into my pussy, I placed the glass
to my lips and drank a small sip of my urine. Strangely enough it
reminded me of the first time I tasted a man’s cum. It was a taste I had
never experienced before..not altogether pleasant, but not really as
bad as I had thought it might be. I think connecting it with cum is what
allowed me to finish the glass in one large gulp.”

Monica was rubbing her clit furiously now as she paused in her story and closed her eyes, remembering.

“How did you like it, Monica? Did you enjoy drinking a glass full of your own piss?”

“I…ohhhhhh MASTER….I came!! I fingered my dirty little hole while I
sat there and drank my piss, and I came and came and came!! I feel like
such a slut telling you this!”

“You look like a slut now, Monica…kneeling there nude in front of me
with the string hanging out of your cunt and your fingers rubbing your
clit, your hips hunching back and forth.”

I reached forward and began to pinch one of her nipples very hard.
“Take the tampon out again and feel how empty your fuck hole becomes,
Monica. You’re nothing but a dirty little piss drinking slut-cunt
whore!”

With trembling hands Monica slid the re-soaked tampon from her cunt
and without having to be told placed it in her mouth and sucked on it
hungrily. Her fingers flew back to her clit and began to rub it again. I
pulled her nipple away from her breast, nearly causing her to lose her
balance. She was beginning to pant now, her breath coming in ragged
gasps as she sucked on the tampon. She looked so lewd and nasty kneeling
there with it sticking from her lips.

“Go ahead Monica…finger-fuck your hole. Finger-fuck yourself like the trembling good fuck piece of pussy that you are.”

Still rubbing her clit with her right hand, Monica’s left hand now
moved between her legs and she slid two fingers slowly in her open and
dripping hole. She pushed them deep inside her and then began moving
them in and out with determination.

Watching her perform for me had made me hard as a rock. I stood
quietly in front of her and letting my robe fall open began jerking my
cock in front of her face. She stared at the hard cock being stroked in
front of her and continued to suck on the tampon as if it was the cock
that filled her field of vision.

Her grunts and moans became nearly continuous now, and I knew she was
merely waiting for me to tell her that she could come. She could come
any moment now with merely a word from me.

“Don’t you come yet, you little whore you…wait until I tell you that
you can. You come too fast and I’ll spank your little slut ass!” She
nodded jerkily to indicate she understood.

I felt the cum moving up into my shaft and jerked the thick fuck meat
harder and faster. Suddenly I could hold it back no longer and a thick
stream of sperm shot out of the end of my cock and landed on her nose.
It was followed by another even larger gush of fuck that sprayed her
cheek and the corner of her mouth. I continued to jerk my dick, coming
in her face with great delight. She fought hard now to keep from coming,
and I could see the strained expression on her face as she struggled to
control her emotions.

I could hear the sloshy sounds of her fingers fucking in and out of
her cunt now. She usually tried to do it so that it didn’t make any
noise, but she was beyond that now and the air was filled with her
grunts and moans and the squishy, squishy sound of her finger- fucking.
As the last drop of cum dripped out of my dick I reached forward to her
mouth and pulled the string of the tampon. She opened her mouth
reluctantly to allow me to remove the tampon from her mouth. As soon as
it was empty I promptly filled it once more, this time with my softening
cock.

“No cum for you this time little cock-sucking slut mouth. This time you drink piss. Your MASTER’S hot piss!”

I began to release the warm liquid in her mouth slowly, feeling her
mouth suck on my cock as my urine entered her mouth and throat.
Gradually I increase the speed of its release until I was literally
pouring a stream of piss into her mouth.

“Now you can come little whore! Now you can fuck yourself on your
hand and come like the little piss-drinking slut that you are!! Come for
your MASTER!!”

She swallowed hard and fast, trying not to gag on the copious yellow
fluid which was now streaming into her throat. Her whole body suddenly
went stiff and a muffled scream gurgled from within her. Finishing the
dumping of my piss, I pulled my cock from her wet mouth and sat back on
the couch, watching as she continued to come.

She had three fingers in her hole now and she humped and fucked at
her hand wildly. Her eyes were glazed over and fixed on mine. There was
cum dripping from her face, piss dripping from her open mouth.

“Unnnnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhh…Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!….Gawwwwwd! !!”, she screamed loudly, her body beginning to jerk all over.

Suddenly it was all over and she lost her balance and fell forward
onto my lap, her head resting on my thigh. Her breathing was still
ragged and gasping and I ran my fingers through her hair gently as she
began to come down from the tremendous orgasm.

Weakly and haltingly she began to speak, never raising her head from
my thigh. “Ohhhh, thank you my wonderful MASTER! Thank you for letting
me be your slave! Thank you for giving me everything that I need and
want! Thank you…thank you.”

When her breathing had slowed I gently helped her to her feet and led
her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. I lovingly washed her face
with a warm washcloth and then lay beside her on the bed, holding her
hand in mine.