a farewell to all that......

A hollow feeling rattled my chest as I silently inserted the key into the Yale lock. Lulu's flat had been her training ground as I coaxed her deeper into a slut's life. A train rumbled across the bridge at Chase Side station, I hid the sounds of the key turning the latch under the screeching of the train as it braked to a halt. I slipped in. 

She was at work, he was away. I stood in the kitchenette doorway, a faint smell of casserole lingered, last nights dinner maybe. I looked down at the junction of the cheap wood veneer of the hallway and the worn kitchen linoleum at the spot where she would kneel to lovingly tease my cock to full erection with her busy mouth. I scanned the tiny galley kitchen, never incredibly house proud Lulu had left it a mess. On the counter was an open can of dog food, the actual source of the casserole smell. A smile spread unbidden across my face at the memory of the bizarre day when after waiting an eternity for her at the flat, I heard the unmistakeable scrabbling of canine claws and the noisy huffing and puffing of Sam, her parent's German Shepherd outside in the stairwell. I dashed to open the door to see a red faced Lulu being hauled up the the last flight of steps by the eager beast, 'bloody dog, we've got to look after 'im this afternoon..he's nearly pulled my fukin arm off!'. 


I mentally shook away the memories to focus on the task at hand. Lulu, in our last phone conversation, had let slip that she had shown some of the photos we had taken, "..back then...". To her surprise but not mine his reaction had been adverse to say the least. He had angrily announced his intention to find and destroy them upon his return from his work trip. I turned from the kitchenette to venture down the hall to the bedroom, if Lulu was content to knuckle under and revert to frump that was her choice but no way was I going to let him carry out his threat. They weren't just negs and photos they represented a major part of my personal history, so tough luck buddy boy.

I set my holdall down and sat on the edge of the bed feeling defeated. As often happens in life, worlds implode and relationships unravel. Ironically after several years of her pleading to give us a go I had finally agreed with her that we should move in together then our world crumbled. Five years in the making two weeks in the breaking. Lulu had taken in a 'lodger' who had conveniently fitted the bill of 'boring husband/father figure'....so for this 'master/slut owner figure' it was, 'Adios'. Lulu had lured me here about three weeks previously, for what I though was for her to reconcile herself to our plan to "give it a go", actually it turned into a cynical farewell fuck, as she had airily described it. I had lain on the lounge floor, her astride me riding my cock for all she was worth, as she shuddered out her orgasm she whispered "He doesn't get fucked like this y'know...". Too bad for buddy boy and fair play to her, deep down some of my slut training must've stuck fast. I flopped back amongst the tangle of sheets and duvet smelling Lulu's scent. A dog barked way off up Chase side, deep and booming

That afternoon of dog sitting Sam was spent naked on this bed, amongst these same sheets, drinking cheap wine, caressing her and watching her play with her new vibrator. I felt my cock stirring at the memory....Lulu's error had been to not close the bedroom door properly. A noisy tattoo of a train rumbling across the bridge disguised the slight creak of the bedroom door hinge. No doubt attracted by the powerful femme scent emanating from Lulu's cunt as she applied the vibrator around her clit, Sam had quietly padded into the room. Lulu lost in her vibrator masturbation was oblivious to our visitor. I smiled at the big dog, his nose twitched as it tested the air remembering, in some primal cannine way, her unique smell from their first encounter months back. The rattle of Sam's brutal looking claws on the parquet masked by Lulu's porn film slutty moanings as the vibrator buzzzed away on 'max'. Laying spreadeagled on top of the duvet her head resting in my hands Lulu was rapt in our deep kisses. Sam approached his wet nose all a-twitch. He carefully nuzzled his nose between her legs, at first, startled by the cold nosed intruder in her private parts Lulu squealed and tried to squirming away but I held her wrists and now Sam sensing his was in for some fun had his front paws up on the bed his head down between her legs stopping her closing them. Her gasps of protests were to no avail as Sam was able to slap his big wet tongue around her shaven crotch. My left hand twisted her head round forcing her mouth to mine in a deep kiss then with my free hand I pulled her nipple hard making her gasp again. Now she was twisted around so her arse was facing Sam giving him a better access to her her cunt, an opportunity he leapt at shellacking her labia and licking out her clit with his pink, slippery tongue. Her cunt and clit already super sensitised by the thorough dildoing she had given herself Lulu panted and moaned under my kisses as Sam worked on her, it was so incredibly exciting to feel her hips writhing in this forbidden pleasure. As Sam sensed her excitement his pawing claw caught her around the waist leaving red weals where his claws had tracked down over her hips and buttocks, it was an incredibly erotic sight. I didn't want Sam or Lulu to off the boil so I pulled Lulu round onto her knees and with only a half hearted protest she rolled over onto all fours. 

It had proven difficult to get Sam to fuck her properly that first experimental time so I had done some research on the subject. That afternoon I had taught Lulu what I had learned, it was all about getting her in the right position for dog sex so the dog's paws weren't splayed too much. It helped to smear her girlie cunt juice, of which for a girl who claimed to be disgusted there was copious amounts, around her arse and crotch. More juice was to be offered for the dog to lick, it was very important to give the dog visual and audio cues to encourage him to mount. She had to pat her buttock and arch her back drawing the dog's interest to her cunt and arse and call to him...to my delight Lulu had unconsciously ended up using the term 'Onmee darling!' - perfect. The technique had worked and Sam became more at home mounted around her hips. Previously he had only managed one or two half hearted thrusts and not really even penetrating Lulu before losing interest and dismounting. Now with some coaching of Lulu's arched back position it obviously felt more natural for him and his performance improved dramatically. As soon as Lulu patted her buttock and uttered the magic call, 'Onmee darling' he would mount her, his cock fully erect buried itself deep into Lulu and pump away energetically for several minutes. 

It was a bizarre yet wonderful tableau to see them humping away on the bed; Sam panting and drooling in effort, Lulu moaning in pleasure as the dog's thrusting pounded her rear end shaking her body rhythmically. It was like some perverted carnival side show, Sam gripping and pumping, Lulu gasping, her boobs swinging wildly in time to the impact of the dogs loins slapping on her arse. I was amazed at the size and length of Sam's cock, no wonder Lulu was moaning! Whilst Sam worked away Hell for Leather behind her I knelt at her head and kissed her, working my tongue deep in to her mouth as her head jerked to & fro with Sam's thrusts. I twisted and pulled her erect nipples, whispering encouragement into her ear telling her how fantastic she looked being fucked by such a big dog with such a big cock. I fed her fingers to her clit and labia where she could feel the dog's cock pounding deep into her. Her fingers got busy rubbing her clit furiously. I urged her to wank harder. Lulu always had been an 'in for a penny in for a pound' type of girl and true to form she was really going for it, panting in time with Sam, her eyes rolled up in their sockets as she shuddered in ecstasy, orgasm approaching. My main idea was to have the two 'lovers' orgasm together.  Lulu was such a slut though she never quite managed it, always cumming just before Sam spasmed in his doggy orgasm filling her with his cum! She was an unnatural natural!

Panic jump started me out of the beastly reverie as I noticed the bedside clock - it was late and it would be very, very bad to get caught here. I wandered from 'sex crime scene' to 'sex crime scene' coming to terms with the way it was now. Maybe she would tire of him, maybe he would come home to find Sam fucking her, that thought at least brought a smile back to my face. I found the folders of photos and negs in the wardrobe on the top shelf, half heartedly hidden behind some shoe boxes. I selected my favourite negatives then on the spur of the moment left the rest and all the prints, a sacrifice so as not to arouse suspicion was my parting gift to Lulu - some photos her angry man could destroy to take the heat of her. I replaced the folders and slowly slid the wardrobe door closed.

As I tiptoed along the hall, i glanced into the kitchen, there in the corner was Sam's bowl. Smiling, I left the Yale key in the little terracotta pot on the hall table and quietly slipped out of Lulu's life.

Five Bar Gate aka: The Making of a Dog Lover.

We drove North along the Ridgeway trying to decide where to go, we were both in the mood for just chilling - a quiet drink and chat in some country pub. Lulu was wearing my favorite outfit, a relatively sober, black cotton 50’s looking dress, it’s full skirt extending down to a prim, knee length hem. A matching, three inch wide belt gathered the outfit tightly in at the waist really showing off her 20 inch waist and making her 38DD boobs seem to defy gravity under the thin, sleeveless shirt top. The October evening was already darkening over the trees in Trent Park, Lulu paused from touching up her flame red lipstick to point out the giant gates that guarded the entrance.

'Wouldn’t that be a superb location to do a set of nude photographs', her eyes flicked to me then back into her make-up mirror as she in perfected her cupid’s bow shaped lips. I smiled and had a fleeting image of Lulu, naked, strung up at full stretch by her wrists, exposed for all to drink in the sight of her nakedness. I felt my cock stir in my 501's. 


As we crossed the M25, I related the story of how the ‘Subs&Doms’ contact magazine I had ordered had been delivered whilst I was away. My girlfriend had opened the manila envelope and seeing the bizarre nature of it’s contents had assumed it should have been delivered to the flat downstairs. Lulu giggled at the thought of my girlfriend angrily handing over the S&M magazine to the women downstairs. We both laughed at the odd glances and confusing signals that must have been exchanged between them - then and later. Lulu instructed me to send off for a replacement straight away as she was itching to see what the ads were like. She asked if I would like to advertise her in the magazine, “Big boobed, exhibitionist slut loves to parade for elderly gentlemen viewers”, she offered, warming to the idea. Lulu fantasized out loud - describing a scenario where she paraded around, dressed in only the skimpiest lingerie, for lecherous old gentlemen callers, teasing them breathless as they feebly tried to reached out and grope her swaying boobs.

The country pub was as drab as it’s beer and clientele so we left shortly before closing time. It was hard to hide my smirk as all male eyes tracked Lulu as she sashayed across the lounge exaggerating the sway of her arse as we headed for the door. Female eyes darkened and I swear I caught the words 'slut, tramp, bimbo' muttered as I slipped out after her - music to my ears. We circled the South Mimms roundabout above the M25, now a twin river of silver headlights and flickering red brake rights. Lulu suddenly ordered me to turn back the way we had just come from. I assumed she had left something behind in the pub but we passed the pub,  Lulu sat mute, staring intently forward at the road ahead forefinger pressed against her lips  as i circumnavigated the roundabout. After fifteen minutes the frown that had slowly developed over her face evaporated into an excited smile. She edged over towards me whispering in my ear, “Slow down and be careful....there’s a turning on the left, just here”. She pointed at what looked like solid hedgerow but as we slowed near the spot I saw a gap magically appear. Beyond the partially hidden entrance was a rough grassy track, it ended at a rusty old five bar gate, a nice, secluded spot for some in- car entertainment. A thought crossed my mind, exactly how many men before me had Lulu navigated to this place to be fucked, knickers around her ankles, knees pressed around her ears, cunt wide open ready to be filled by a nice hard cock - I smiled, remembering her mother’s trusting farewell to her as she drove off with me, ‘Have a nice time darling, don’t be too late’. I saw Lulu’s face, her sweet, duplicitous smile and the ‘Yes Mummy’ in response - the thin disguise of her ‘dutiful daughter’ act hiding her base desires. It didn’t bother me, on the contrary, it only served to remind me that it was precisely that sluttish tendency that I had seen lurking within Lulu’s character that was my only reason for spending time with her at all. I felt driven to see how far down the slut’s path Lulu would dare go under her own steam and after that, with a little encouragement from me.

I drove up the track stopping a yard or two short of the gate, I pulled up the handbrake and switched off the ignition. Once the noise of the old Ford engine had died away it was silent, then I heard Lulu’s breathing it was deep and sensual. I reached over and cupped her boobs in my hands, squeezing them together, manipulating them to their limits. Her eyes closed in ecstasy and she moaned quietly, 'Oh...yes, that feels so good, I just adore you playing with my boobs like that'. I explored her full breasts, searching out her rapidly hardening nipples. I pegged them between my forefinger and thumb drawing them out until Lulu squirmed and whimpered her eyes rolling up in their sockets as I pinched them harder. I amongst the guttural sounds of half pain – half pleasure Lulu breathed out a string of barely intelligible words that were fused by ecstasy, “OhgodIloveitsomuchwhenyouabusemelikethatIlovethefeelofmynipplesbeingpulled’npulledharder’nharder....”, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva gasping for air. She shifted her position, positioning her clit over the edge of the passenger seat upholstery - her hips began working, rubbing her vagina over the rough edge masturbating herself, her hands submissively rested by her sides, palm up. I kept up the pressure on her bullet-like nipples milking them hard and pulling them out ruthlessly, making her gasp and writhe in her seat. I released her left nipple from it’s torture and slid my hand up under her dress and in-between her knees, forcing them apart. Lulu shuddered and arched her back, uttering a little ‘Ohgodno..I beg you leave me alone', her hands pushed feebly against my probing arm. I loved this game, I roughly pushed her interfering hands away, gripped her neck and told her to lay still like a good little slut. She slumped back in the seat, her hands once again lay helpless at her sides.'Ohgodno not my cunt I beg you leave my cunt alone pleeez you bastard'... (pronounced baaahstaaahd). As I said I loved this game. 

I gathered the sopping crotch of her panties together in my fingers and slowly pulled them down. She lifted her hips allowing them to slide down over her buttocks. Her cunt was like a river, my fingers slipped and slid over her labia as I searched out her clit. She rode my slick fingertip her lips clamped over my searching tongue, finally she peeled her mouth off me and gasped re- focusing herself out of the inhibition-free zone she had been inhabiting. She rested her hands flat against my chest, 'Why don’t you take me outside and use that camel crop of yours on my arse?'. She giggled and in one swift movement, unlocked and flung her door open before I could object. Through the widescreen I could just  make out her silhouette skipping like a naughty girl in front of the bonnet, I flicked the headlights on full beam and there she was bathed in golden light unclipping her brassier - ivory breasts swung, and as she turned to escape the cone of light she squealed flinging her bra at the windshield. I watched mesmerised as her gorgeous backside wiggled off into the gloom towards the gate at the end of the lane.

I rummaged around in the trunk finding the brass bound bamboo crop that had taken my fancy on a trip to the Middle East mixed up with a load of dirty old bell wire. Lulu waited by the gate and obediently placed her hands behind her back to be tied. I laced her wrists together with the wire and lifted them, forcing her to bend forward until her head was level with the gap between the second and third horizontal metal bars of the gate. Even in the dim light of the gateway the sight of her hips and backside thrust out in a perfectly rounded target was very horny. I nudged her with my hips and she tottered forwards on her four inch high heels, the chains that held the old gate closed made a loud grating noise as her shoulders and boobs pushed through the gap in the bars. I kept her moving forwards by pushing up against her buttocks with my pelvis. Through the thin black cotton of her dress, the valley of her backside molded itself against my rock hard penis. I pushed her on until she had shuffled forward so her thighs pressed up against the lower bars of the gate, it was a fantastic sensation. Now Lulu was all mine, I looped another length of wire between her bound wrists and tied it off around the upper bar in a semi strappado, which was now just above the small of her back. I stepped back and patted her perfectly presented backside.

I climbed over the gate, making it and Lulu shake violently, she yelped in surprise teetering left and right desperately trying to keep her balance. I placed the heel of my palm under her chin and grasped her face, slowly hoisting her head up. My thumb and index finger dug into her cheeks just enough to shape her lips into an exaggerated pout. Lulu struggled as if to escape - knowing full well that seeing her wriggle and writhe in that helpless position would add to my erotic thrill. I hoisted her head back, panting from the exertion of her struggles she strained to look up at me. Her eyes were like saucers, rolling up in their sockets to see if I was turned on by her display. I answered her query by opening my fly and offering her my stiffening cock - the gap between the second and third bar wedged Lulu’s upper body at a extremely convenient height and with her head forced back by my hand, her parted lips were exactly at penis height. Lulu’s eyes locked onto my erect cock her tongue reaching eagerly out to taste it’s purple head. I heard her moaning in frustration as I gently slipped my hand away from her chin - without it’s support her head slowly drooped, my cock rubbing up the full length of her face as it sank down.

I reached into my pocket for some more lengths of white bell wire. I gathered her shoulder length hair into a top knot ponytail and hoisted her face back into it’s optimum cock sucking level. Lulu accepted my throbbing dick between her warm soft lips, her head nodded and tilted left and right as she expertly massaged it’s head with her tongue. I wound the bell wire around the base of the top knot four times, tying it off to the top bar of the gate. I slowly pulled my hand from under her chin, the wire took the strain, keeping Lulu’s head supported just like a puppet’s. She groaned as her hair gradually tightened on her scalp, but with her mouth full of my cock it sounded like moans of pleasure anyway. I noticed with some satisfaction, that every few minutes she had to shift the weight on her hips to try to ease the discomfort in her shoulder joints. I watched her body trying to cope with it’s new, unnatural position; hips swayed, feet shuffled and her legs flexed. Lulu’s tongue was driving me to ejaculate into her hungry mouth with expert ease, not wanting to come that quickly I was forced to pull my cock out of her sucking lips. I slipped my saliva varnished cock back into my jeans and climbed back over the gate. It was time to admire the view from the other side of the gate and pay Lulu’s backside some attention. I fished out some more bits of bell wire and squatted down behind Lulu gripping her right ankle, separating it from her left - I tied it off to the lowest bar of the gate and went to work on her left ankle. The gate clanked as I tightened the wires binding Lulu’s ankles in place, she tried to flex her legs but there was very little room for her to maneuver now. I heard her gasp again, forcing her legs three feet apart had increased the angle her shoulders were strained at, Lulu grunted and tried to shift her position but only succeeded in wiggling her bottom around provocatively. I slowly slid my hands up the backs of her legs starting at her ankles, she trembled as they reached up under her billowing dress caressing her buttocks and inner thighs. I explored the crotch of her panties with my thumb, ploughing up and down the soaking furrow of her vagina and circling around her rock hard clitoris. Lulu’s head swayed and nodded contentedly, like a dairy cow’s in a milking stall. I moved up to her hips, my fingers snagging the waistband of her panties. I inched them down until their black cotton was stretched tightly between her knees displaying a silver streak of shining cunt juice along the length of the gusset. 


Once again Lulu struggled against her wire bindings in a futile but cock hardening effort to escape her fate. She had become so good at playing her part, I even heard her cry halfheartedly for ‘Help!’, her reedy voice drifting into the dark meadow beyond her gate/prison. I gathered up the hem of her dress lifting it up to the small of her back revealing the two, magnificent, alabaster white hemispheres of her buttocks. I spanked her hard, six on each cheek, Lulu and the gate shuddered with each impact. I caressed her cheeks, letting my fingers soothe some of the heat out of her reddening bottom, they wandered up between her legs and sought out her slick labia. Lulu strained to look at me over her shoulder, 'The crop....please crop my arse....I beg you Master', she whined.

I pulled the bamboo crop from my belt and let it rest across her buttocks awhile, rolling it tantalisingly up and down. I gave her a couple of gentle strokes then ran my hands roughly over those superb white cheeks. I aimed and then swung two hard strokes, the gate rattled and Lulu whimpered, 'Oh that’s so good Master....go harder on me...give it to my arse harder..really stripe me'. I swung my arm and gave her three harder strokes on each cheek, reveling in the cracking sound the bamboo made against her smooth white skin. 


The gate shuddered again it’s chain clinked, then quietness, broken only by Lulu’s horny panting. I pulled my cock out in readiness to fuck Lulu’s opened up cunt but something made me freeze for a moment, listening. A rushing rustling sound was emanating from the meadow. To my horror, out of the darkness of the field, a soaking wet pointer bounded up to the gate and proceeded to gleefully lick Lulu’s face. She spluttered and winced as her face was shellacked by the eager dogs slimy tongue. My second thought was, ‘Oh my god where’s it’s owner’, my first thought was ‘I’d better hide my erect penis before the dog mistook it for a pink bonio!’. I fumbled awkwardly with my bobbing cock as the dog, it’s tail wagging twenty to the dozen, squirmed through the bars of the gate post to my side where he jumped up and licked my face in friendly greeting. I patted his head and pushed him down. My third thought had been to release Lulu as quickly as I could, but the dog kept jumping up at me covering my jeans with muddy paw prints and doggy slobber. Before I could even think of untying Lulu the dog swung his nose around towards Lulu’s rear end. I watched in awful fascination as he gingerly approached her naked backside, which was presented like some heaven scent sniffer dog prize. Lulu hoarsely whispered, 'Keep that fucking dog away from me!!'. I felt my heart beat quicken as I watched Lulu flex her hips and tense her legs against the wires, trying to keep her arse a safe distance from her new canine suitor. Sadly for Lulu she may as well been welded to the gate in that open and vulnerable position, she struggled to look around to her rear, whimpering in helpless panic she saw the expression on my face, 'You bastard, stop him...please ...no,no!', she breathlessly exclaimed.

The dog waved his nose over the crotch of Lulu’s knickers sucking in eager nose-fulls of the intense female scent that coated the black cotton of her knickers. his long pink tongue lapped at the slimy crotch clearing the nectar in double quick time. Lulu flinched again as it’s cold nose touched the back of her knees. I could see the dog sniffing, searching for the source of those gorgeous female juices. Lulu stiffened as the dog drove his snout deep in-between her legs, snuffling and shellacking her cunt with hot slobber.

'Get this fucking dog offa me ....now!!!!' Lulu’s desperate plea was cut off by the sound of a plummy female voice calling out from direction of the end of the track, “Harry! Haa - rry!”.

I told Lulu to shut up if she didn’t want to be discovered in that terribly embarrassing position.

'Just stop the dog...oh uuh...hurry please, oooh uhhhh..''godnoshit...pull it offa from me', she whispered desperately.

Harry was making hay in Lulu’s vagina whilst the sun shone, he was also making disgusting slurping noises. I turned to head off Harry’s mistress before she discovered poor Lulu in that compromising situation. I stopped and looked carefully at Lulu, I was pretty sure that Lulu’s hip movement had subtly altered improving the dog’s access to her clit. Lulu’s head hung loosely by her hair, she gasped but not in horror this time. Her pelvis worked her vagina up and back into the relentless tongue of Harry. I heard her gasp again, a gasp I readily recognised. Well, well, well......I had discovered a new depth to my new slut. Maybe, I thought evilly, I should keep Harry’s owner talking for a few minutes and let this experience thoroughly embed itself into Lulu’s libido. I was very excited at the prospect of exploiting this new found degradation and the thought of being able to encourage Lulu into becoming a practicing dog fucker was an incredible turn-on. What a fantastic party piece for the future that would be. The sounds Lulu was emitting were, by now, explicitly carnal in nature, maybe the slut wouldn’t need that much encouragement in perfecting her newly discovered sexual hobby.

I squeezed passed the Cortina and called out to the lady. I told here that Harry had shot past me down the lane a few moment before, I described the dog in minute detail and engaged the woman in friendly banter about Harry’s muddy paw prints on my jeans, prolonging our encounter and Harry’s quality time with Lulu’s cunt. I reckoned a few moments was all Harry needed to bring Lulu to her first ever doggy orgasm but if I had anything to do with it , definitely not her last. I returned to find Lulu alone, bent, tied, knickers down, legs splayed, vagina gaping open for all to see. As for Harry, all that remained was a solitary muddy paw print on Lulu’s right buttock, like the signature of an artist.

I untied Lulu and we sat back in the car. Lulu was subdued but relatively calm. She thanked me for cropping her bum so nicely and assured me that the dog incident would be forgotten if I promised never to tell anyone that she had gotten a little carried away because the dog‘ s tongue found her clit. We drove quietly back towards Enfield and to show she was happy again her hand unzipped my fly and hauled out my cock.

'You didn’t get your fuck Master, please allow me to satisfy you with my hand'. It was blissful driving along with Lulu expertly wanking me off, her hand steadily pumping my hard cock, she smiled slyly, 'You’re a very naughty Master, I saw you watching that horrid doggy licking my cunt...you could have stopped it couldn’t you Master?'. I nodded, smiling back at her now grinning face. I pulled over into a lay-by as a huge wave of sexual joy swept over, I narrowly avoided some conctrete posts and slewed raggedly to a halt. Lulu was unphased by my stunt driving, her hand still pumping me towards my orgasm, carried on her post mortem of the incident.

'Did you enjoy watching that doggy giving me a blow job? It was horrid master, I could feel his big slippery tongue prising my cunt apart and then lick me from my arsehole to my clit. It took my breath away..I hated it so but I couldn’t escape him.......it was awful Master...then before I knew what was happening to me I got all turned on and I realised I was absolutely loving that dirty dog licking my cunt...I couldn't wait for it to mount me and drive it's dog cock right into my pussy it was so disgusting to be debased and used by a dog for it's pleasure... it felt so forbidden but so horny too....I just couldn’t help but enjoy my total degradation by that filthy doggy.....you must think I’m just a dirty little slut Master, I wouldn’t blame you if you gave me away to the first lorry driver that pulled in here'.

As I came she yelped in delight and dove eagerly down onto my spurting cock, sucking the semen up greedily. She was keen not to miss one single drop of my come and in her eagerness she slurped and slobbered just like Harry had earlier.

Cardboard City

It was August 1986 and my final year at film school was coming to an end. Lulu had failed her business management course the previous year but instead of running home to Mummy and Daddy in London, she had chosen to stay and complete her training. Now transformed from a plain office girl into my slut/slave she devoted herself to me - dressing to please me, obedient without question, concerning herself only with me, her Master.

We rented a comfortable house in a quiet neighbourhood, not at all standard student lodgings. Built in the thirties it was a roomy family house with a pleasant garden and space enough for me to complete Lulu's training undisturbed. Our luxurious surroundings were entirely due to Lulu's outrageous flirting with her college's Accommodation Officer, a paunchy, middle-aged man called Alan Brown. When she appraised me of his lustful glances and prolonged chats in the corridors I agreed with her assessment of the situation. Lulu phoned and made a tearful appointment with Mr Brown, inventing a violent Turkish ex-boyfriend who had tracked her from London to her present lodgings.

I had taken great care in choosing Lulu's outfit for that very important appointment. Whilst she attended to her make-up, I selected some suitable items from her wardrobe; a pair of cheap white high heels, a grey wrap-around skirt, that would drape open nicely when she sat down to reveal her pale white stocking tops and white suspenders, finally a virginal white cotton blouse under which she wore no bra. I waited for Lulu in the car park, hoping she had swung us some decent lodgings. She made her way through the maze of parked cars with a huge smile on her face. Mr Brown, who apparently couldn't decide whether to stare at her stocking tops or her tits, had picked up the phone and sorted out the house on the spot, urging her to phone him if that boyfriend found her again. Two days later we moved into our new private playground.

I particularly remember coming home one hot, summer afternoon not long after we had moved in, Lulu had obviously spent the day cleaning and tidying the house. The old place looked immaculate, the carpets had been hoovered and even the cushions arranged neatly on the chairs. I flopped down on the settee, from the kitchen Lulu called out, "Fancy a glass of wine Master?". I grunted an affirmative.

Lulu walked in with a glass of white wine carefully balanced on a little silver tray. She was naked save for her five inch black patent serving spikes and her black leather dog collar, on the tray alongside the glass of chardonnay was her matching dog leash.

"I'm sorry Master, it's only a cheap one - I hope it's not too tart?", she arched her beautifully pencilled eyebrow cheekily.

I sipped the wine; Lulu maintained her slightly bowed position allowing me to enjoy her superb boobs swaying before my eyes. I reached out gently brushing her hardening nipples then took the wine and the leash off the tray.

"Mmmm - perfect my dirty little slut", I noticed that her inner thighs glistened with cunt juice, " I do hope you haven't been masturbating without permission again", Lulu looked down guiltily. I sighed, "Put the tray away and dance for me", "Yes Master" she whispered.

Lulu walking in stilettos was a very horny sight - one that was guaranteed to flush all available blood into my cock. She bent over our CD collection, gently setting her tray down on the floor, legs straight, hips tilted back so as to make her dripping vagina readily available for my inspection. She selected a CD; it was a slow and sleazy dance compilation. I lay back on the settee and unbuttoned my jeans, my hard cock bounded eagerly out into the open air. Lulu faced the bay window, the net curtains moved gracefully in the late afternoon breeze, she began to move to the rhythm of the first track. The flimsy white curtains can only have partially obscured the view of Lulu dancing for any passer-by who cared to look in, still Lulu began her horny performance. I slowly fondling my erect cock as Lulu writhed and gyrated to the music for me. It was hot, despite the open window, her naked form shimmered with excited perspiration. It had been a long journey from those first faltering sessions in her parent's lounge, to the uninhibited performance Lulu now eagerly displayed, she moved and flexed her body expertly allowing me perfect views of her every orifice and curve. Lulu's eyes, heavy with my favourite blue make-up, stared absently out through the net curtains at some people walking passed the garden wall, her breathing quickened.

Deep inside that suburban girl's psyche had been buried not only a slut but also a serious exhibitionist. On our car journeys to and from London Lulu had made a habit of removing her knickers and fondling my cock into an erection, spending most of the journey time with her head bobbing up and down over my writhing crotch. She would braced her foot up against the dashboard, splaying her cunt wide open so I could catch glimpses of her fingers delving in and out of her sopping vagina. She paid no attention to the passing lorry driver's hoots of appreciation at their view of Lulu's busy fingers, on the contrary she would widen her legs and pull her fingers away to allow them a clear look at her spread cunt. On more than one occasion during the summer, she had stripped herself naked, reclining the passenger seat right back to wank herself off in comfort. I'll never forget her smiling sweetly back at one coach, it's windows full of shocked and amazed faces. On other occasions Lulu had begged me to pull over and fuck her in the woods just by the roadside, cars whizzing by just feet away as I pumped my cock into her from behind.

Lulu seemed to love the thought of people, strangers, seeing her being abused or abusing herself - so long as there was a distance or barrier between danger and her - as in my speeding car or in the front room behind the semi obscurity of the net curtains. Lulu's eyes swung away from the gaggle of chattering Mums and whinging kiddies that had passed so near her naked gyrating form, onto my stiff cock. Her lips glistened with saliva as she watched me test the hardness of my erection with my forefinger and thumb. I gently stroked the head, spreading out the shiny lubricant that spilt from my slit, making Lulu salivate even more. She was dying to wrap her ruby reds around my cock to suck out and swallow every last jet of my semen. She lay down on the carpet and drew her knees up to her breasts, her cunt was gaping wide open, it's lips puffy with her fuck-me desire and juice flowed freely down over her pert arsehole. She looked innocently up at me, her fingers poised above her shaven pussy, "May I Master?". I nodded and her fingers fell greedily on her cunt, roughly pulling up the skin of her clit hood, exposing the shiny nub for her forefinger to ruthless rub - she gasped, her hips twitching violently. She leant over, grabbing a half empty wine bottle that stood on the hearth. Her tongue stuck lasciviously out, she speedily positioned the neck of the bottle over her erect clit with practiced expertise. I was instantly transported back to the time when Lulu confessed that when she was thirteen she had discovered that a bottle was a better wanking device than her young, inexpert fingers. I visualised Lulu sneaking out to the empty wine bottles by the bins in her pyjamas to exploit the carnal delights of the slick glass against her young clit. I was in heaven, watching her abusing herself, panting with ecstasy, free hand plucking fiercely at each erect nipple in turn. Lulu flicked the neck of the bottle rapidly against her clit, she was truly an expert at this method of self abuse, the tendons in her neck stood out like ropes as she gasped through clenched teeth.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, I'm a dirty little cow, I'm your dirty little slut, I love being owned by you..... just look at me Master, aren't I the dirtiest little slut ever".....with moans of delight she spasmed onto the bottle - it sank into her dripping cunt to the label, she worked the bottle deep into her vagina with several corkscrew jerks of her pelvis, she spasmed again and again drawing herself on and off the bottle with inch perfect precision. I rolled off the settee and began sucking her nipples. Lulu orgasmed again and hoarsely whispered," I beg you Master please fuck me now". I clipped the leash onto the d-ring of her collar and pulled her along on all fours towards the stairs. I flicked at her swaying buttocks with the leash, whipping her up to the bedroom where she spent six hours with her ankles pressed behind her ears and my cock buried deep in her cunt. We had fucked twice a day for nearly half a year but we both agreed that was a new pinnacle.

In September, after the Film School degree show, I took Lulu to a party thrown by a London Film Society. It was a big affair with plenty of free champagne and food, a students dream come true. Lulu was half drunk when we arrived and alarm bells rang in my head as I watched her down two glasses of bubbly in quick succession. Lulu was a big girl now and I had to mingle but I decided to keep an eye on her. I watched her getting more and more drunk, her breasts swelling out of her half unbuttoned blouse. She cruised the party drunkenly spilling drinks and generally making a nuisance of herself. She flirted overtly with boyfriends in front of their girlfriends. Lulu was riding for a fall. I determined to take her home but she had given me the slip in the throng of partygoers. I finally caught up with her slumped on a set of back stairs her flimsy black g-string round her ankles and some sleazy old guy getting ready to fuck her. I pulled Lulu, away much to her annoyance, "Hey!..he was nice....he promised to fuck me...". We left the disappointed man on the stairs, his erection fading fast. Outside, the cool night air hit Lulu - she vomited everywhere.

It was a fair hike to Embankment tube station and Lulu was like a wobbling drag-anchor. I certainly didn't have enough money for a taxi so we would have to cut through the South Bank walkway complex, known as Cardboard City. I gathered up Lulu as best I could and we descended into the maze of grimy concrete passageways. This dingy place was a nightmare of underground walkways which the homeless and hopeless of London had made there own domain. In one area called the Bull Ring scores of shacks made out of cardboard and bread crates had created a disgusting shanty town. It was almost a no-go area for the police. I tried to hurry Lulu who seemed to have sobered up a little, she pushed me away berating me for rudely dragging her out of the party. She wasn't a pretty sight, her mascara was streaked and her coat was covered in thick orange vomit. The smell was overpowering and half in rage half in disgust she wrestled the soiled coat off and threw it at me. I tried but failed to dodge the sticky puke which plastered my upraised arm. I shouted at her violently to 'Fuck off!'. Lulu obliged, tottering off in her party spikes and mini skirt, her blouse half undone - she wouldn't survive five seconds in that concrete shit hole looking like that.

She spun round swaying and screamed at me viciously, "You and your fancy, fucking, film friends......you fuck off.....go on fuck off back to your ponsy party". Her screeching voice echoed around the concrete pillars. I leant against the wall and watched her swerve down the walkway her heels clicking out like Morse code. I should have run after her and carried her home by force but I too had drunk a fair amount and Lulu's shrieking insults, added to the stench of her vomit, had stung me into a 'let's teach the slut a lesson' mode.

I followed down the passage at a discrete distance but turning the corner I was presented by the sight, not of a contrite Lulu but by empty tunnels - it was a three way junction. Lulu had gone, I was totally taken aback - in just a couple of seconds that stupid girl had covered about twenty metres. I sprinted to where the tunnels met and listened for the tell-tale click of her heels but there was no sound. I couldn't believe it, I ran down the first tunnel which stretched for about fifty metres then curved back towards the direction of the LWT tower. I rounded the corner - no Lulu - she can't have made it that far. I sprinted back up the ramp to the junction to try the next tunnel. She could be anywhere by now.

An echoing murmur of music came from up ahead, I hurried to a bend in the third walkway, there below me was a gang of maybe six or seven guys skateboarding on the steep slopes of a concrete bowl - a perfect skateboarding environment inadvertently created by the arsehole architect who had designed the South Bank monstrosity. They had a ghetto blaster balanced on the concrete balustrade, it was thumping out hard techno dance music.

There down by a far passageway stood Lulu, laughing and chatting to three men who were sat on the floor with their backs to the graffiti splattered wall. The little group were too far away for me to make out any detail or hear what they were saying but I felt better with my errant slut, not safe but at least back in view. One of the men was pumping his arms in time with the music the other offered Lulu a cigarette. They were joined by a forth man, who appeared out of a narrow passageway beyond them, he handed Lulu a bottle, incredibly she took a swig of whatever it was. He leant close and spoke in her ear, I could see her laugh. He grabbed the bottle back and launched into a ridiculous pastiche of a techno dance, wildly exaggerating his arm and leg movements. I saw Lulu laugh again, it looked as though these men were her long lost friends.

I stood and looked down on Lulu chatting with the men and sharing their drink, debating what to do. Should I just walk away and leave her to her fate? What game was she playing? Had she assumed I would follow and be watching her exploits, ready to save her if things got out of control. I couldn't just leave her but she certainly deserved a lesson. I decide to wait and play along with her just see what happened.

The skateboarders completely ignored the motley gang around Lulu, they were far too engrossed with each other’s skateboarding tricks to wonder what a girl like Lulu was doing in such scummy company. Bottle-man, who was obviously the ring leader, was talking frantically to Lulu who seemed to be laughing at everything the man said or did. The seated men joined in Bottle-man's chorus, they wanted Lulu to dance to the raging techno track. Bottle-man 'helped' her with a big swig of Dutch courage, one hand draped around her shoulders the other pushing the bottle upright over Lulu's gulping mouth. Amazingly, Lulu had placed her arm around his waist, her thumb hooked in his belt loop. I really had no idea whether Lulu was banking on me spectating or whether in her drunken state she had genuinely abandoned herself to these dubious characters in some cock-eyed plan to punish me. Down there amongst the garbage, human and otherwise, she looked like a cheap tart with her low-life council estate boyfriends. I felt myself being turned on by the spectacle of Lulu flirting to make me jealous but unwittingly degrading herself in the process.

Bottle-man was urging Lulu to dance with him, he started to bump his hips against hers in time with the music swinging her arms and twisting her around - she relented and joined in the swaying movements. It was as though a switch had been thrown in Lulu's brain, she broke away from him and began to move to the music much to joy of her new friends. She danced an unsteady version of her 'Milk Maid' performance. I thought she would keel over immediately but she danced well considering, spinning round and wiggling her backside at her audience - fuelled by drink and anger Lulu didn't seem to care that there was no magic barrier down there between those sex-hungry dogs and her body. Her audience went wild and she loved it.

The Bottle-man moved in on her from behind, he slyly held the tail of her blouse whilst she gyrated until it had been fully pulled out of the waistband of her mini skirt. Lulu either didn't mind or hadn't noticed, she danced on unperturbed. Her blouse, only held by two or three buttons, now worked it's way off her right shoulder showing generous amounts of her right shoulder and breast. He laughed and smiled but even from my distant viewpoint it was obvious that every move was driven by one aim, to acquire Lulu for himself and his disgusting mates. He moved behind Lulu, who was laughing again, and grabbed her hands to lift them aloft with his. It was another clever move - he had grabbed her sleeves near the elbow so as he lifted Lulu's arms up her blouse was lifted well clear of her wildly bouncing boobs. His companions cheered and laughed at the display of Lulu's tits, they continued dancing until her blouse buttons gave up the ghost and it fell open. Bottle-man moved in again but this time he tickled Lulu under the ribs, she doubled over laughing, he quickly pulled the tail of her blouse over her head. It was like a magician tugging a tablecloth from under a laid table without disturbing the wine glasses or place settings. The flapping garment was suddenly fluttering through the air, thrown to one of the seated men. Lulu staggered back in surprise, her big breasts, momentarily liberated, swung provocatively across her chest - she quickly crossed her arms over her tits shouting angrily at the man holding her blouse. Now both her hands were occupied Bottle-man moved around behind Lulu and began flicking up her skirt, revealing tantalising flashes of Lulu's round white buttocks. She kept pace with him warding off his invading hands. Lulu laughed as though they were engaged in some kind of a playground game.

The men upped the stakes. The one holding the blouse got up and tied it round his wrist waving it out of Lulu's reach like flag. Now Lulu had two sets of hands to defend against and it was proving too much. They came at her from both sides in a pincer movement. Lulu couldn't stop them, they pulled up her skirt and when she moved her hands down to ward them off they grabbed handfuls of her exposed breasts. Round and round the game went until Lulu came to grinding to a halt. Bottle-man and his friend backed away from her as she staggered forward. Lulu shook her head and stared at the floor, hands resting on her knees her boobs swaying like twin milk white udders. Suddenly, her naked back bucked and trembled violently then with a huge effort she heaved a generous plume of vomit everywhere. The men grimaced and jumped back to avoid the splashing puke. Eventually Lulu straightened up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Bottle-man approached her tentatively, patting her gently on the back then laughing and again slipping his arm around her shoulder - in a hideously familiar gesture Lulu followed suit and put her arm around his waist, her modesty forgotten, her right boob bounced free. The men craftily ignored it and the other man manoeuvred himself on the other side of Lulu, slipping his arm over her other shoulder. Lulu incredibly put her left arm around his waist also - her boobs were now uncovered for the men to enjoy. The trio had their backs to me but I could see the back of Lulu's skirt tighten as I assumed one of her new boyfriends had lifted up the front to check out her panties. They shuffled around and I could see that Bottle-man and Lulu's other keeper were now freely handling her breasts also Bottle-man was either licking or kissing her neck. Lulu made no move to extricate herself from her two lovers. Their grubby hands were massaging and squeezing her tits, Bottle-man tugging at her erect nipples. Lulu's hands gripped their narrow hips and my stomach turned as she disgustingly, engaged Bottle-man and his friend in long French kisses each in turn - when she had finished with one she turned and sucked in the foul tongue of the other with her hungry vomit stained mouth. As his friend was occupying Lulu's mouth Bottle-man looked furtively around the concrete arena, the gang of skateboarders had packed up and drifted off down the other passageway. He and his gang had the place and Lulu to themselves.

The two seated men staggered to their feet, one leaving a pool of piss behind him, they crowded around Lulu eager to join in the free-for-all. Lulu looked down at her boobs, drinking in the sight of all those hands pawing at her soft flesh, she wriggled in pleasure, flinging her head back in ecstasy. Bottle-man fumbled with Lulu's skirt zip and her skirt fell away leaving her in her spikes and a black lace g-string. Her legs parted slightly as one of the men pulled aside her tiny g-string to access her vagina. There were shouts of delight as her shaven pussy was discovered. Lulu stiffened slightly as strange fingers probed passed her labia and up into her cunt - then she relaxed and I saw her flex her knees out slightly to accommodate the finger fucking. Her lips twisted as she, no doubt, mouthed filthy encouragement to the hands that roved over every inch of her now near-naked body.

There was some commotion from the far end of the arena, Bottle-man looked up from Lulu's tits his eyes narrowed, the skateboarders were returning. The men all moved together - her skirt, blouse and Gucci handbag were grabbed and waved like trophies as the gang ran off down the narrow passage. Leaving a bewildered semi-naked Lulu staring after them, she saw the distant shapes of the skateboarders and, in the considering her behaviour, in a ridiculous show of modesty she tried to cover her self with just her fluttering hands. Lulu panicked and with nowhere to go she turned and bolted down the narrow passage way stupidly following her tormentors. Before I could shout a warning she had taken off in pursuit of the men, her naked buttocks wiggling saucily out of sight. Once again I sprinted after her.

I heard Lulu squealing some distance away, they had lead Lulu into a trap. The passage had ended in a dingy cul-de-sac and the trap had been sprung by a piles of foul smelling garbage, Bottle-man had grabbed her by the throat and one of the others was gathering her wrists together behind her back. I crept up to a recess in the concrete wall not twenty feet from the busy gaggle of misfits. The playground games and romantic fore-play were now officially ended. They all made the most of their temporary ownership of this young girl's beautiful body. Lulu saw the look in her captor's eyes and struggled in vain to escape - pleading pathetically for them not to hurt her. Bottle-man aimed a slap at Lulu's face but she skillfully fended it off much to his embarrassment. Her wrists were roughly tied behind her back, Lulu was helpless now and bottle-man gleefully thrashed her face with several vicious open handed slaps - my heart skipped a beat as Lulu's screams echoed around the tunnels. In a terrible irony, after slapping her face hard again, they silenced Lulu by stuffing an old rag into her mouth as a gag. She struggled against them but it was too late for that, they had complete control over her now and she was gradually pulled her down onto a greasy mattress on the floor. Lulu's writhing naked body seemed alive with grubby, groping hands fondling and pulling her white flesh. Lulu's head strained to see what was happening to her body. Her nipples were kneaded and pulled erect, her cunt lips were crudely pulled apart by clumsy fingers for, in another cruel irony, a wine bottle to be shoved deep into her stretched vagina.

Despite the vicious slapping Bottle-man had administered to her face and the danger she now faced, the form of expression in Lulu's struggles gradually changed. As her head, telling her to escape - was overruled by her roughly wanked clit, telling her she was loving it. Two scrawny hands pulled her legs wide apart, Her body movements slowly transformed from struggling gang-rape victim to reluctant lover's horny responses. Her eyes puffy and already swelling shut from the beating, rag protruding from between her distended lips, she looked disgustingly debauched as she arched her back and pumped her hips onto the plunging wine bottle. Bottle-man said something to her, no doubt eliciting a promise of no more screaming, she nodded readily. The rag was pulled roughly from her mouth and in exchange he pulled out his erect cock from his grimy jeans - Lulu quickly swallowed the proffered penis, eager to please her brutal, new owners and avoid any more punishment beatings. Lulu surrounded it's purple head with her lips - her cheeks sinking inwards as she sucked hard on the throbbing member. Bottle-man relaxed and began to enjoy his blow-job, he looked down grinning at Lulu licking and sucking him for all she was worth. He patted her on the head like a proud owner with a prize bitch.

I felt my cock hardening, perhaps I should just let bottle-man's gang take possession of Lulu. What sort of nightmare life would she lead servicing all those stinking insatiable down and outs, she wouldn't get a moments rest. I pictured the silly bitch after six months of that kind of abuse, pretty face cut and disfigured from endless black eyes, complexion ruined, teeth missing, cunt and arsehole stretched beyond any useful function, incontinent and diseased. I felt a surge of sexual thrill override the guilt I had begun to feel, as I stood by and watched Lulu being abused, I unzipped my pants and began wanking my rock hard cock.

Bottle-man was struggling not to come in Lulu's mouth, I reckoned, as the Alpha male of the pack, her would want to be first to fuck her. The bottle was removed from her vagina and her buttocks were splayed open and the neck of the bottle worked steadily into her arsehole, Lulu's pelvis twitched to try to lift herself off the invading bottle but there were plenty of hands to force her back. She winced as the bottle widened her rectum cruelly. Bottle-man quivered and jerked his cock out of Lulu's gaping mouth, streams of white semen jetted over her face, splashing down onto her tits. He shouted at lulu and rained more blows at her upturned face, I saw blood spout from her nose and she gurgled and moaned as his fist landed again and again. It was way out of control now, Bottle-man had lost it big time.

I ran up as fast as I could shouting, "Police!, Police!".

Bottle-man looked up at me in shock, I used my momentum to crash into the nearest man. I heard something crunch as my bulk impacted into his flimsy frame. The man careered back landing heavily, moaning and clutching his shoulder. The rest were so shocked by the sudden change in situation that they just stood and gaped at their member sprawled out on the floor. Bottle-man opened his mouth but I launched a punch directly into his face, he too flailed back. The sight of their leader bloodied and reeling back down the passage was enough to break the spell and scare off the other two. Bottle-man wiped his bloody nose took one last look at Lulu and limped away into the darkness.

The train journey back to North London was enlivened by the stares of our fellow passengers at the appalling state Lulu was in. Dressed in just her puke-stained coat and heels, her face swollen and dirt stained, she held tightly onto my arm in shame. As the journey progressed further north the carriage emptied out leaving Lulu and I alone. I dragged her coat off her and made her kneel naked in front of me and wank herself off. After all she had been through she complied, eagerly seeking out her grubby clit. She looked down at herself and smiled, reveling in her disgusting state. She gingerly touched her swollen eye, "Do they look good Master?". I nodded and although she pleaded to be allowed to suck my cock, I forbade it. I was very horny from watching Lulu almost gang-raped by low life scum but the thought of the semen, vomit and filthy saliva of her recent boyfriends was too much. I made her admit out loud to me how much she had loved being with those men.

"Oh yes, Master...I loved every minute of it....I knew they would attack me and abuse me..it was soo horny dancing fro them teasing them letting that man strip me...the delicious anticipation of the moment they would go for it.....it felt so good with there dirty hands all over my tits and inside my cunt..", I pulled out my cock and wanked myself as Lulu breathlessly described how she had seen me watching her dance for the men, the fact that I hadn't interfered had turned her on even more, "I'm so grateful to you Master for being so generous and letting them all abuse me like that....I loved that man slapping me when I was tied up..I felt so used .....I loved that horrid man fucking me with the bottle and then fucking my arse with it too...it was so horny....... please Master....take me back to them soon. I beg you please, please....it would be so good for you to present me to them for the night to do with me as they wanted....I'd do anything for them..".

Lulu stared longingly at my hand working up and down my cock, she licked her lips, "Master.......would you like that?". I nodded, she smiled and wanked her clit with renewed vigour.

" I'm such a dirty little slut for you Master.....I'm just your little bitch on heat". As Lulu spat out the last syllables of that filthy confessional liturgy I came in her face, at the same instant she spasmed in orgasmed and slumped exhausted at my feet - my semen dripping down her cheeks onto the carriage floor.

The Milk Maid

The ‘Milk Maid’ had once been a popular country pub, a spot for married bosses in cheap suits to ply their secretaries with plonk before a back seat hump in the woods nearby. I cruised across the pothole ridden car park, Lulu eyeing the dreary exterior nervously, 'I remember it being a bit nicer...' she muttered, it had clearly seen better days. I locked the car and Lulu hurried to my side gripping my arm nervously as we approached the doors, it was after all her first foray into the outside world as my slutslave. Muted techno music pulsed towards us from behind the black out windows. At the doors we glanced at each other, a kind of this it glance, a smile flickered over Lulu's face, 'in for a penny' we both giggled dispelling the tension between us. The last time Lulu had come it had been packed with Essex girls and the males that chased them, skaffholders, squadies and sundry slut hounds but strict enforcement of the drink-driving laws had obviously decimated it's clientele - there can’t have been more than a dozen people in the dump. 


The once chic black leatherette and chrome interior had become tatty, the air was tinged with the aroma of stale beer and fags but as a venue for tonight’s exercise, it's weirdly electric 'anything goes' vibe was spot on. I sighted a table in the corner that gave me a good view of everyone in the bar. Lulu settled in and touched up her ruby red lipstick whilst I checked out the bar flies. They were a weird mix of people, a gang of mostly middle-aged men with ruddy faces in grubby work clothes silently sinking pints of Guinness, on the other side of the bar was a group of women of indeterminate age, travellers, pikies, caravan trash, raucous and stinking of danger. They had thoroughly scoped us out as we had headed across to our corner table and then huddled together whispering and giggling. Their table was chocka with empty glasses, shots by the look of it, they were grown up girls on a night out, all done up in their best pulling outfits; thigh boots, stone washed mini skirts, flimsy tops and loads of make up. A big blonde, who must've been their tribal leader, screwed me out squarely as I slipped off my jacket and shot me a brazenly sexual smile. She actually looked quite horny but for a massive purple black eye. 


The distorted, nasal voice of the DJ cut jaggedly across the pub, asking us to welcome Shanna on 'stage', out strutted a young girl into a crudely spot lit area of a little parquet dance floor at the end of the bar. Shanna wore a skimpy leather bikini outfit and launched straight into an energetic, gyrating dance routine to the fast beat techno track. “A stripper...brilliant!”, I laughed at Lulu who looked a little crestfallen, “take your coat off slut and go and get the drinks”. Lulu tentatively stood up checking out the other drinkers in the bar. All eyes were on Shanna, she shucked off her long black mackintosh and took the ten pound note I offered. “Mine’s a pint of lager, and hurry up I’m dying of thirst”. Lulu nodded and walked the fifty feet to the bar. She was wearing her best ‘evening outfit’, red strappy five inch heel sandals no stockings or tights, a red satin thong and no bra under a white stretch lycra all-in-one halter neck dress. She was a real head turner, the dress nominally reached three inches above her knees but as she wiggled towards the bar on her heels it rode higher and higher up her smooth thighs until she had to tug it down before it threatened to show her buttocks. Her big boobs were cupped by the clinging white material slowing their jiggling somewhat but they still bounced nicely as she walked up to the bar. The young barman nearly broke his neck to position himself to serve Lulu transfixed by those superb breasts jouncing toward him in time with the music. Even the stripper noticed Lulu parading like a fifty quid whore across the bar. Her audience started to look away from her now topless form to watch this new meat on display, in sheer frustration she unclipped her leather g-string and rolled on her back flinging her legs wide open. The men, their attention grabbed by the leather thong that landed among their pints, eventually all turned back to Shanna and stared into her pulsing vagina. I laughed, this was too good, all I needed was ear plugs. Lulu stood at the bar, waiting patiently for the barman to pour our drinks, subconsciously moving her hips and backside to the raunchy beat of the music. The group of caravan girls were all staring appreciatively at Lulu, there heads nodding to the booming dance track, they shouted comments into each others ears backwards and forwards they all laughed and smiled. DJ was also staring at Lulu, he managed to catch her eye and mimicked her half hearted dance and waved, Lulu waved back giggling. The white lycra was stretched tight enough over her tits so her nipples just about showed through and the view behind was equally eye-catching. I couldn’t wait to see the barman’s face when Lulu turned around, the split between the cheeks of her gorgeous ass was clearly visible behind the drum tight lycra .... perfect. The barman took a while serving Lulu, keeping her as long as possible at the bar to ogle her tits, smiling sweetly she scooped up the drinks and made the return journey. The barman stared at her backside as it swayed away from him. On arrival, she bent from the hip to gently set the two glasses on our table - as she had been instructed to - treating the still staring barman to the sight of her dress hem ride up just teasingly short of her buttocks. We clinked glasses and I kissed her cheek, she had done well on her first outing in public. After a few drinks Lulu had relaxed a little and was enjoying her first evening out as my property. She looked around at the grubby bar and moved on her chair to the selection of dance tracks the DJ played. “It’s really seedy here isn’t it?” Lulu smiled. “Mmmm..it’s just right, have you relaxed a little now?” I stroked her cheek, she touched my hand and smiled nodding, "your doing brilliantly". Piped music had taken over whilst we were between strippers, the DJ walked casually up to our table. “Hi guys, enjoying yourselves?”, he hardly looked at me so busy was he checking out Lulu’s tits at close quarters, ”the dancer not too rude for you dear”, he patted Lulu’s naked shoulder. Lulu smiled sweetly - as she had been taught -”no she's just fine sir, thank you for asking”. The DJ’s eyes lit up, “well if you’ve any requests my dear, come up and let me know, I love to see people get up and have a boogie after a few drinks”. ‘I fucking well bet you do’, I thought through my fixed smile, again he made physical contact as he squeezed Lulu’s thigh with his greasy paw.  


“You’d better get your thinking cap on Lulu my sweet, 'any requests?', I snorted, " I’d love to see you dance for fucko the DJ there....maybe you should save him the last dance?”. Lulu shuddered. The next stripper was another ugly tart but at least she was well stacked. The guys up at the front were having a good time getting quite well oiled, and when the big titted dancer finished they all cheered. The older of the men, the charge hand I guessed, staggered passed us on his way to the bar. “Excuse my rudeness mate,” he began in a thick Irish accent,”but why the fuck do we have to endure these ugly old whores when there’s you beautiful lady there..”. He turned blearily to me and profusely apologised again, he turned back smiling to Lulu, “C’mon darlin’ what d ‘y say.... show us a bit of class”. Lulu gamely laughed off the comment, a hid her face in embarrassment. He touched her shoulder lightly, ”I’m sorry love, I’m only havin’ a bit of fun wid yer....no offense meant”. Lulu laughed,”None taken sir, don’t worry.... thank you for the compliment”, she smiled sweetly at the old fellow and he turned and made his way to the bar.  


I took a turn going for a round of drinks. At the bar the DJ sidled up to me and asked, “All right mate, what’ll you have?” he bought us a round and winked at the barman,” Where did you find her?”, his breath stunk of cheap cigars, “We work together in the council offices down in Enfield”, I lied, “she’s amazing isn’t she?”. He flicked out his lighter and offered me a cigarette, “Hmmm..Has she ever done any modeling or dancing on the side?” he glanced over his shoulder at Lulu. “What kind of stuff d’you mean?”, I countered innocently. “Well with a body like that a girl could earn a decent wage in the glamour field or go go dancing, with the right training of course”, he nodded at the sound of his own wisdom. I laughed inwardly at the buffoon’s clumsy maneuverings. “Oh yeah of course... the right training, do you know anyone who she could talk with, it sounds like it’s right up Lulu’s street, she’s a pretty broad minded girl, always the first to strip off on the beach”, I could hardly contain my mirth. The DJ introduced himself, ”Listen friend, my name’s Eddie...Lulu eh?....well she’s a Lulu all right and no need to give her a stage name, you've seen the slags I got dancing here - know what I mean?”, he chortled, ”I’ll give you my number - get her to give me a call tomorrow, she won’t regret it”. Eddie slugged back a cheap vodka and tapped out another fag. “No need mate, I’ll get her to come over and have a little private chat with you and maybe a dance ..if you’ve got time - just so you can see if she’s got any potential...how does that sound?”. Eddie was taken aback by the result, ”Oh yeah.. great just tell her to come over towards eleven when the tarts have finished up. I can devote myself to her then..cheers friend”.  


‘Christ on a bike, what a creep, poor old Lulu’, I though as I returned smiling to Lulu sitting cross legged at the table giving her Irish workmen fans a flash of thigh. Her hips were swiveling in time to the music and she looked even more relaxed than before - alcohol was a wonderful thing. I filled Lulu in on my wishes. “Oh No Master! I’m scared, he’s such a creepy scum bag, I can’t stand him near me!”, she yelped. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right there keeping an eye on my property...it’s just a bit of flirting to wind the creep up, relax it’ll be fine”. I pushed Lulu’s brandy across the table to her, she slowly smiled and took a swig, “OK... just be ready to rescue me if things get out of hand, I’m just going to cock tease him....OK?”. I nodded, “That’s the idea... .this’ll be fun, just enjoy your self..it’s an act..that’s all”.  


The last stripper finished her turn to a meager smattering of applause from the now drunk work men. Eddie was involved with some financial argument with two of the dancers, but I could see he was far more interested in Lulu and he blasted them away with a stream of invective. The girls stormed passed our table giving Lulu filthy looks. It wasn’t Eddie that Lulu would have to watch out for, by the looks on those stripper’s faces I wouldn’t be suprised if they waited for her in the Ladies toilet to rearrange her pretty face with a broken bottle. The barman called last orders and dimmed the lights down to practically zero. “Oh god, he’s coming over”.Lulu giggled, snorting her brandy over the table. “Here’s Eddie”, I said in a Jack Nicholson voice, Lulu giggled again. “Lulu, hi I’m Eddie.. did your friend here mention?.. “, Lulu nodded, ”good, good... give me a few minutes and come on over to my decks for a chat.. OK?” he leered. “Mmm..oh yes that’s fine, I’ll come over in a few minutes, thank you sir”, Lulu managed to keep a straight face, ”phworr, he stinks of BO”. Out of the window I saw the dancers depart in a battered old Nissan Bluebird, at least Lulu was spared any nasty violence. “Go on Eddy’s waiting for you Lulu”. She grimaced at me and got up rather unsteadily and made her way across the bar to Eddie and his ‘decks’. The workmen gave Lulu a big round of applause, as she swayed passed their table, heaping compliments and lewd comments on her in equal measure. The charge hand stood up admonishing his companions and apologising to Lulu again. She blew him a kiss and walked into the spotlight that had been trained on the strippers, turned and bowed in mock thanks to the men letting her tits sway provocatively at them - Eddie picked up on Lulu’s feisty response and he cleverly clanked out Rober Palmer Addicted to Love track. Lulu glanced at me and laughed, it was her favourite letting her hair down in private track! To give him his due Eddie was spot on. The men went wild clapping and cheering as they drank in the vision of her lycra clad form swaying and gyrating for them - if only Eddie could have seen her dancing for me in Mummy and Daddy’s lounge! - Lulu was a little tipsy but that just served to smooth out her moves. I could see she was starting to really enjoying the attention and it was obviously turning her on. She flaunted her body at them, using the same moves I had made her learn to turn me on in our little lounge sessions. Her outfit was perfect for the occasion, she may as well just been sprayed white for all the lycra concealed. Her breasts molded by the stretch fabric swung and bounced outrageously of course the hem of the dress worked it’s way up her thighs giving the cheering men a glimpse of her smiling buttocks. I had never seen Lulu dance in public before, I sat back with the satisfaction that another barrier had been broken down. The record finished and Lulu walked over to Eddie, tugging down that rogue dress, he immediately put his hands on her hips and hugged her, squeezing her boobs up against his chest. I obviously couldn’t hear what he was saying but he camouflaged his subtle groping with excited, banal chat, no doubt about how sensational Lulu was etc..etc..etc. What was fascinating however was Lulu’s reaction to his technique. She seemed bowled over by his sincerity and grinned inanely at him, giggling and touching his arm and chest. ‘so much for the sweaty smelling scum bag’. I smiled, watching as Eddie walked Lulu toward a backroom door, her right buttock cradled in his attentive hand. Without so much as a backward glance at me he swung the door open and propelled Lulu inside with a playful slap on her bum - Lulu giggled loudly as she scuttled through the door before him. I glanced at my watch, in five minute, after I’d finished my pint, I’d knock on the door and extricate my slut. As I sipped my Stella I saw one of the group of women on the other side of the bar approaching my table. She plonked herself down in Lulu’s chair. “Hi, have yer gotta light?” she held up a cigarette. “No sorry love, I don’t smoke”. She was about thirty, heavily built in a horny kind of way, decent tits that looked good and heavy, she had bad skin, her thin lips were painted tart red and her dark eyes were plastered with blue eye shadow and black mascara, she smiled at me,” Never moind I’m tryin’ to give the feckin things up anyways...I’m Tracy by the way”, I introduced myself as Bob “You know Bob.. you want to watch out for your girl in there with that prick Eddie, he’s not to be trusted”, she leant over and put her hand high up on my thigh and whispered in my ear and cut to the chase, “me and my mates think your a bit of a looker”, she looked over at her three companions, the one with the black eye lifted her glass and smiled at me. All the while she slowly let her hand creep up my thigh up to my crotch where she found my erect cock. Her eyes widened subtly and she smiled slyly, “Mmmm..why don’t you take me and the girls home wiv yez tonight, we’ll show you a night to fuckin’ remember,” she traced the outline of my cock with her fingers, gently squeezing the throbbing head between her forefinger and thumb, ” that feels nice ‘n hard Bob, over there is Carolyn, Leanne and the beauty wiv the shiner is Patty, she’s definitely got the hots for you luvver boy... what d’y say?”. Her expert fingers were making a persuasive argument for ditching Lulu for a night of multiple slut sex. Tracy pushed her lips close to my ear and whispered, ”I bet that fuckin Eddy’s got his dirty fingers up your girls cunt by now and I bet she’s luvin it too, he’s a fast worker - I know - all the girls know,” she giggled. Her husky cigarette voice vibrating in my ear was really horny, she felt my cock responding under the grip of her fingers. “C’mon..I’d luv to have you ridin me, fuckin the arse off me... jeez I’m soakin me knickers here just thinkin about it..”, she lifted up her right leg and rested her high heel shoe on my chair so I could see up her denim mini skirt, her bare thighs met at a strip white cotton that had dug into the lips of her vagina and was indeed dripping with cunt juice. I looked over at the backroom door then to her friends, they all smiled hungrily back at me - they reminded me of a pack of vultures waiting for the helpless zebra to surrender to them. “Thanks Tracy but I’d better go and rescue my girlfriend”, she looked disappointed. The gang of labourers filed passed and drunkenly garbled their farewells, we were alone in the darkened bar. Tracy was tenacious, “No problem Bobby boy, why don’t you both come back to our place, we could party. Leanne is partial to the girlies....she nearly came in her knickers watching your Lulu dancing for those dirty ole fellers....c’mon it’d be a lot of fun”, she looked hopefully at me, she turned and waved her friends over. I heard the rustle of carrion bird feathers but the thought of seeing Leanne fucking Lulu was incredibly tempting and finding a lesbian Bitch Mistress to share Lulu was high on my priorities. The other girls sat around me, Patty close up next to me, her shiner was amazing leaving just a slit for her to squint through, and Carolyn and Leanne leaning across the table eager to see what Tracy’s fingers were doing to my cock. Patty put one arm over my shoulder and with her spare hand undid the top two buttons of my shirt, sliding her cool hand over my hard nipples. Leanne looked over at he doorway, ”I really love your girlfriend, she’s a horny dancer and she’s got the bod to go with, is she bi?”, I nodded, Leanne, nodded and stroked her lips absently. Tracy looked at me. “Well luvver boy ..what d’y reckon?”. I nodded. 'sounds a bundle of fun' she unzipped my fly, pulling my rock hard penis out for the girls to check out, they smiled as they watched Tracy slowly stroke the shaft and smear the lube that dribbled out of the tip over the head making it shiny and wet. “I’ll put it to Lulu..I’m sure she’d be into it...just give us a minute alone..OK?...I’ll have to break it to her gently”. I said breathlessly. Tracy took her hand away, and nodded to the others. “OK Bobby boy, we’ll wait in the car park for youz two love birds..we’re in the red Cortina estate". I watched them troop out, they were a formidable sex army, the Stormtroopers of Fucking, I was in awe at their powerful sexual vibe. I looked at my watch Lulu had been in with Eddie for fifteen minutes. I dashed across the bar clumsily tucking my wagging cock away. The door was labeled staff only, I knocked, a voice said come in. There was Lulu with a cup of coffee leaning over some magazines; Mayfair, Hustler, Score, etc. spread out on a desk in front of her. She gave me a big smile and pointed to the magazines, “Eddie took these pictures, aren’t they great?”. Eddie had positioned himself so that when Lulu pored over the magazines he could pore over her body with his eyes. He was just a dirty old man, good luck to him ...I hoped he’d enjoyed his time looking at Lulu. “Wow they’re great, Score is my favorite magazine, I love those huge tits". Eddie nodded thoughtfully, I suddenly felt sorry for the guy. he was just a man getting his rocks off however he could...good luck to him. I hoped he had enjoyed drooling over Lulu...maybe we’d come back so she could dance for him again. I glanced at Lulu and she took her cue from her Master and gathered up the pages of glamour modeling tips Eddie had given her, “We have to go now sir, thanks for being so kind”. Eddie just waved and took another hit of vodka. I helped lulu on with her mackintosh explaining that the night was going to carry on with fun and games with Tracy, Carolyn, Patty and her new Bitch Mistress Leanne. We walked to the car park with Lulu protesting that she wasn’t ready for the lesbian thing yet. To my disappointment there was no Cortina estate car, no Tracy and Co. We would definitely return to the bar soon.