CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Second Evening

CumSlutFuckWhore Diary 06-22-08 Second Evening
Copyright Deni Wom 2008

Our sleep was undisturbed until about four that afternoon. I awakened to hear whispering outside our little house of ill repute. I tiptoed to the window only to see three of the guys holding a garter snake, trying to decide if they should put it on the step then knock, I suspected. I decided to be the first to spring a surprise. On the counter was a paper bag containing a few candy pars (chocolate is the whore’s main staple, you know). I emptied the bag quietly then blew it up. Gripping the top of the bag tightly, I tiptoed over to the door, took the handle in one hand, threw it open wide with a huge bang, then popped the paper bag. The guys dropped the snake and then had the scare of their life as they tried to dance their way around it as it curled on the ground amongst their feet.

I laughed so hard I peed myself. Karen peed herself from the bang.

All in all though, Karen and I agreed we had won that round. She told the story that night around the campfire with the poor guys so embarrassed that they had to excuse themselves for a few moments.

During dinner, several of the guys decided that they needed to use their whores as dining wear. Karen’s and my tummies became their plates, while our sweet little pussies became their glasses. An olive filled our navels. Thank god no steaks were laid on us.

After dining to their hearts content, the guys took us for dishwashing to the shower they had rigged up. It had wonderfully heated water, an almost unlimited supply, and had been installed inside a horse trailer. At least ten of the guys joined us in our shower. We were incredibly clean by the time the guys were done washing us. Somehow, lots of sperm had to be repeatedly washed out of our sullied orifices.

That night around the camp fire, as the guys sang songs and told dirty jokes, they passed us from lap to lap until we had been passed around three times. No one seemed to mind the sloppiness of our kitties. Most of the guys were up for the second trip around their circle, but only a few were up for the third pass. One of the guys still up for number three was Karen’s enamored young man. He escorted us back to the red light district, invited himself in, and again pleasured his tiny whore until after I was fast asleep. He stayed the night, and was still there the next morning when the five o’clock crew started arriving.

That night I dreamed of kittens, mother cats nursing them, and heard their pitiful meows when they lost their mother’s teat. Their meows sounded much like Karen’s sounds of blissful orgasm.


TBC