Dependent

Chapter 3

Codes: Light, F/f, f-self, Exhibition, Teen, D/s, High School, Humiliation, Reluctant

I continue to rub the soapy sponge across my breasts while I wonder if I will ever truly feel clean again.  Each time I look down at my breasts, I remember them plastered with cum.  I like my breasts.  They are large enough to get me special treatment without causing me excessive problems. 

The water is hot, more so than most people would find tolerable.  The heated water turns my ivory skin an lively pink.  I breath deeply of the vapor rich air before closing my eyes and submerging my head beneath the scalding water.  The water needs to be hot, because I am bad. 

I try my best to keep busy.   Not my hands, they have tasks, but my mind.  I do my best thinking in the bath.  Not the sort of 'Eureka' moment to change the course of my life mind you, just the deep introspective soul searching that usually confirms my suspicions that I am an ungrateful bitch who will continue to squander the chances life offers me until they stop coming.  Instead I try to think about other things.  I fail.  I can't even think of something else to think about.  I don't want to think about all my mistakes, so the past is out, and the future scares the shit out of me.  As a last resort I run numbers through my head.  5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55.  I try to picture each number, and nothing else.

Lifting my head and shoulders up out of the water, I press the yellow sponge against my face.  My usual mental exercises fail me.  Try as I might, I can think of nothing but tonight.  A slide show of dicks, all pointed at me, never have I been so popular.  I jacked off fourteen cocks, most of which belonged to total strangers.  I remembered the different sizes and lengths of each, but it was the subtleties in shape that aroused my curiosity.  Each time I visualize a cock, I taste its scent and feel it blow its load all over my face.  I press the sponge harder against my face.

People actually paid money to cum on me.  Quite a bit of money really.  $260 (not counting the two freebie hand jobs Michael had) was phenomenal pay for an hours work, at least by my standards.  Guys stood in line, waiting their turn to be with me.  Even though I knew they were just waiting to cum on my face, it felt nice to be the center of attention.  I remembered one boy at the party, a blond by who was not yet fifteen, actually had to sit down afterwards, lest he fall down.  I got up the nerve to look in his eyes while I clumsily wanked his rod.  Most of the guys looked down on me like a sex object, which I will admit (only to myself) turned me on, but this boy just looked so grateful for the pleasure.  I certainly brought smiles to a dozen guys faces.

At last I have had my night.  You know, that one night you do something really stupid that people make fun of you over for years to come.  Id always been so sensible, so careful... so afraid of taking any risk.  And it could have been a lot worse.  I will have to thank Lisa for not making me suck all those cocks.  The thought of all that semen floating around inside me makes me want to gag even now.  I slip a finger in my tight clam.  Thank god I didn't get raped at the party.  Whenever someone got too rowdy, Michael settled them down.  I knew he was soft and kitten like, but so long as he just stood there and kept he mouth shut, he had an intimidating visage.

I feel like a weight is lifted from my chest, and I don't mean the layers of sticky cum.  Lisa was right, I was a real bitch to her in High School, and she sure got me good.  I had been terrified when they hauled me out of the trunk in front of a dozen drunk men.  I knelt on the grass, with my face and chest stained with drying cum, and I felt my bladder empty.  I actually peed myself right there while people were staring at me.  That was surely the most humiliated I had ever felt, but it was ok now. 

Lisa could have abandoned me, naked and penniless, numerous times, but she didn't.  She kept her promise and took me home.  After hosing myself down, she led me inside and ordered me into a bath.  Of all the orders I received tonight, that was a welcome one.  The tension in my body has gone, and I luxuriate in the still overly warm water.   Now that we were even, Lisa and I, she would do right by me. 

I had finished combing the cum knots out of my long fiery hair and had started shampooing it when the bathroom door opened.  I slid down to my neck in the soapy water when the flimsy plastic curtain was torn aside. 

“Are you still going?”  Lisa asked, resting a hand haughtily on a hip.

“Well I was pretty dirty.”  I replied meekly.  I usually didn't take any crap from Lisa, but I found it tough to be tough when I was nude.

“I'll say you were.  Whoring really came natural to you.” 

“Lisa, I know I deserved that, and I am grateful for you coming to get me in the middle of the night, and for letting me live here.  I guess, what I want to say is, I don't hold a grudge.  You got me good, and I figure we are even.  I'd like for us to start over and try to be friends.”

“Really?”  Was all she replied.  Lisa pulled open the elastic waistband of her long skirt and stepped out of it.  She quickly dropped her large white panties and sat down on the toilet and spread her legs wide.  She pulled off her t shirt, and I was still staring at her stubbly crotch when farting and shitting noises erupted from the porcelain bowl.   I looked away in disgust.

“I thought we were going to be girlfriends?”  Lisa reminded me.  “Lets not forget, I have already seen you pee tonight.”  She sounded offended at me having taken offense.  “Not to mention this is my house.”

“I'm sorry, Lisa.”  I turned away to face the wall as I kneaded the suds through my hair. 

“Don't tell me, show me.  I want you to look at me.”

“What?”

“Look at me!”

Nervously, I spun my head around until it was almost pointed behind me.  She ran a hand down her stomach (which was nice almost flat while she sucked it in) and down to her crotch. 

“What do you think?”

“About what???”

“I'm not a gorgeous whore like you, but I have really come a long way since High School, haven't I?”  She was proud, and this was important to her.

“Yeah I guess.”

“Remember that game we played as an icebreaker with that drama teacher?  The one where we had to say something nice about the person sitting across from us.”

“No....”  I lied.

“And when it came time for you to say something about me, you said 'Jesus loves her, probably'.”

“Lisa I...”

She interrupted me.  “Lets play again, but this time you have to say nice things about me, and I get to say mean things about you.  Does that sound fair?”

“I guess.”

“Well why don't you go first.”

“Ok.  You're breasts are bigger than mine.”  I offered.

“And you're tits make you look like a whore.  You have always been so thin, how can you have such nice breasts?  Turn around I want to see them.”

“What!?!”

“Turn around so I can watch look at your tits while we play.”

“But....”

“You are looking at my tits.”  She said, lifting her DD rack.  “Look at it this way.  I would really like to watch your soapy breasts shake while you wash your hair, and you really want to do what little you can to repay me for my generosity.  Don't you?”

“Yes.”

“Well,  its not like I haven't seen your tits before.”

I turned around and knelt in the tub.  With both my hands on top of my head working the shampoo into my semen ridden hair, my breasts really did rise to the occasion.  I made fun of Lisa for her self proclaimed bisexuality, but I know I had masturbated to a picture of a beautiful woman more than one.  A lot more than once.  My extensive collection of lesbian pornography was no small part of the reason I was here.  I arched my back, intent on giving Lisa a real show.  I tried to adopt a pose that I thought was sexy, and her face lit up nicely.  I did find girls attractive, just not her.  Even if she did have nice boobs.

“Very nice.  You really are a natural slut aren't you?  Well, now it's your turn again to say something nice about me.”

“You have a boyfriend.”

“Fiancé.”  She quickly corrected me.

“Yeah, and he really loves you.”  I was earnest. 

Lisa continued to play with her breasts as we watched each other. 

“You let a bunch of guys shoot off all over your face and tits, and you liked it.”

“I did not!”  I protested for the sake of it.

“You fucking did, don't lie to me.  I would have never done something so depraved.”

My turn again.  “You have a nice house.”

“And you're a homeless bitch because your mom finally found out you're a slut.”

This was getting old.  “You ... have ... a nice car.”  It was ok, I guess.  I didn't care much for cars.

Lisa laughed.  “And you don't even own a scrap of clothing.  Though, in the long run, that may actually help you out in a job interview.”

*sigh* “You are a really nice person to take me in when I had no one else to turn to.”

“You had no one else, because none of your friends can stand being around you for long periods of time.  Even the ones who just want to fuck you have all but given up getting inside your cobweb filled cunt.”

I couldn't keep the anger from my face.  Lisa got up and walked naked across to the sink.  I guess our game, and my little show, were over at last.  I turn away and return to washing my hair.  I hear the bath water splash and turn my head.  I see Lisa, sitting on the corner of the bath with her legs spread wide.

“Do me.”

“What!?!”

Lisa held out a tube of shaving gel and a ladies razor.  “You do mine, and I will do yours after.” 

I could see what she wanted now.  Spinning around once more, I take the offered items and squirt some blue gel onto my fingers.  My hand hovered over her mound, unable to actually touch it, until Lisa takes hold of it and forced my hand against her sex.

“Don't be shy.”  She says as she smooshes my hand around her privates.  “This will all get easier once you are used to it.” 

I was touching her cunt, no big deal.  She was right, there was nothing wrong with this, it was just like doing each others hair or painting each others nails.  Not like I'd ever done that with another girl either. 

Still, I am pretty well schooled at pussy shaving.  Ever since Jacob groped me in the tenth grade and ran around showing everyone a handful of my curly red pubes, I had kept it bald.  It was actually a lot easier shaving someone else, especially around the labia.  I could really get in close and remove small hairs I may other wise have missed.  There was a lot of stubble to remove.

“Done.”  I said finally.

“Not yet.  Shave off the stuff further down.”  Lisa leant back and carefully steadied herself.  With her free hand she spread one of her ass cheeks and revealed a puckered anus. 

Ok, so now I am shaving her ass too.  It wasn't fun, but everything did look a lot cleaned when I was done.  Lisa was happy to sit up again.  She smiled and ran a hand through my soapy hair.  I backed up automatically as she slipped into the water in front of me. 

“Ok lift up your cunt.”

“What?”  I had been saying that a lot.

“So I can do you, remember.”

“Oh, there is no need.  I'm fine really.”

“Nonsense.  I want to do it.  To show how good friends we are.  Here”  Lisa reaches under the water and slides my knees towards her.  She reaches between my legs and lifts my thighs until my pelvis forms a slippery 'X' rated island.  She pulls the island onto her lap and immediately begins probing the edges of the cave. 

“This does look very clean.  You are good at shaving cunts, I wonder if thats something we can put on your resume.” 

My head was resting in the water.  While I felt Lisa expertly probing my crotch, seeking out lone hairs, I took the time to rinse my hair.

“Do you even have any hair down here?”

“Of course!”

“No I mean down here.”

My eyes went wide as Lisa shoved the tip of a soapy finger into my asshole.

“Uhhhh.  No not back there.  Just on the mound really.”

“Up here?”  Lisa stoked the flesh of my hairless pubic mound with her fingers, while the thumb pressed hard against my clitoris. 

“Yes.”  My eyes fluttered, and I forgot about my hair.

“You like this don't you bitch?”

“Yes.  I mean, no.”  I didn't want this, but I didn't pull away either.

Lisa's hand came down lower, its fingers rubbing across my clit while the thumb pressed into the folds of my petal.  Down below, she pressed the finger deep into my anus and worked it along the clenching walls.  It felt unbelievably good back there, even the way the soap burned.

“No means yes for a slut like you.”  Lisa licked her lips.

“No.  Yes.  Please...”

Lisa pressed two long fingers into my cunt, and was about to force a second greasy invader up my greedy asshole.  I wondered if she even realized how many times I had fucked my ass with my old brush handle.  I liked humiliating myself by sticking things up my ass, but it never felt like this.  Nothing has ever felt like this.

She fucks my holes, while my chests heaves and I pant.  I hear a smacking of lips, and focus my eyesight long enough to see Lisa lifting my pussy up to her moistened lips. 

“...please...”  Is all I manage, as i feebly cover my pussy with a hand.  From my efforts Lisa isn't sure if I want her to stop or keep going, but she doesn't give a fuck either.

An furious beeping and whining goes off moments before her red tongue touches my sex. 

“Fuck!!!”  Lisa yells, dumping me unceremoniously in the water. 

She climbs awkwardly out of the tub.  Her butt is still huge.

“Whats wrong?”  I pant.

Lisa turns and slaps me violently across the face, bringing tears to my eyes and momentarily distracting me from the burning need between my legs.

“That's my alarm you stupid bitch.  I'm going to be late to work thanks to you.”

Lisa scoops up her clothes, not bothering to dress.

“.. but it's the middle of the night?”

Lisa comes at me again, and I cower back in the furtherest corner of the bathtub.  My escape seems to frustrate her more.  I want to make her happy, but not if it means letting her hit me in the face.

“You think your top shit because you went to university don't you bitch.  I'm a bakers apprentice.  We don't all get to wake up at 2 o'clock in the afternoon and then decide to skip all our lectures for the day anyway.”

I regrett bragging about how little the workload at university was.  It should have given me tons of time to study on my own, but I wasn't motivated enough for that sort of thing.

“I'm sorry.”

Lisa paused just before leaving and added.  “Note that I said you went to university.  I'm not paying for your fucking tuition, so if you ever want to finish your degree, you better get out there and suck a lot more dicks.”

She slammed the door.  Leaving me to lay back down in the tub.  I wanted to masturbate, badly, but I was too tired now.  I would just finish my hair and go to sleep.

“Bitch...”  I sent hateful waves at Lisa while she got ready for work.  “Oh, and I never sucked any dicks, I just jacked them off.” 

Yeah, I guess that isn't worth much.  Fuck her, I may not have a house, or a car, or money, a job.... a boyfriend.... but at least I am thin and pretty and, at least for now, I have a place to stay.