Chapter 10 - Dancing
Over the next few weeks Anne learned to cope with her new body. The
most difficult part was having to wear heels everywhere. She even got
plastic heels to wear in the shower because it hurt too much to stand flat-
footed for that long.
And all of the shoes Anne wore had very thin heels, Paul saw to that. Even
at school. Balancing on stiletto heels is not always an easy task. And
Anne's new chest threw off her balance. So she was always in danger of
falling. This had the effect of making Anne very unsure of herself
whenever she was standing or walking.
And Anne's new boobs totally threw her off balance. And she wasn't used
to them so she would constantly bump into things or people. Or turn and
knock something down with them. They were just always getting in her
way and throwing her off.
The end result was that Anne became very unsure of herself physically.
The only time she could relax was when she was lying down. And she was
almost always playing with herself or fucking when she was lying down.
So she started to equate sex with the only time she was physically confident
of her body.
Anne was alternately repelled and excited by her new body. One minute
she would look at her giant cow udders and shudder at the thought of her
whore body. Then she would watch a movie where a big-titted whore was
being tortured and would love squeezing her tits and loving how, even with
both hands, she could not circle a single tit.
Paul had Anne tell him what she enjoyed watching when she masturbated
to her porno movies. Anne loved watching women get pierced with
needles. As she saw more and more needles pushed into a woman's breasts
and ass and pussy she would rub her clit faster and faster.
And she would tell Paul how much she loved watching it. She would tell
him what was coming next. How the next set of needles would go through
the woman's clit. And as the woman on the screen was screaming in
agony, Anne would be climaxing and screaming with joy.
Then, as she came of off the climax, Anne would want to turn the video
off. Without the build up toward a cum the films didn't excite her, they
disgusted her. And the thought that she had just cum while watching it
disgusted her even more.
But Paul would make her leave the film on, make her continue watching it.
And make her tell him what she loved about it. And Anne would have to
talk about the parts that minutes ago would have made her cum. She had to
talk as though watching a needle pressed into a woman's breast was
exciting and arousing.
Anne didn't even know herself anymore. Who was this woman telling Paul
that these movies excited her? How could she even pretend that she liked
something so vile. And as Paul would stroke her face and tell her that she
was his special love slut, and that he loved watching her cum to these
videos, she would look at Paul and realize how much she loved him, and
how special he was to her.
And then Paul would tell her that she was a dirty little slut. A whore for
dumping cum into. That she was just a little piece of fuck meat. That she
was only good for one thing, but that he loved her anyway. And Anne
would cringe as he told her this. But then Paul would point to her whore
body. He would slap her big cow udders and remind her that only a whore
would have tits that big. That only a whore would have a bare pussy and
wear heels everywhere. That only a whore would sit and watch movies like
these and get off on them.
And Anne would shake her head back and forth, no, no she wasn't what he
said. The movies disgusted her. Her big whore tits disgusted her. This
wasn't her. But even as she would be shaking her head, her body would be
starting to work up again. The thought of how disgusting she acted when
she was hot, the vision of the dirty little piece of hot trash should would be,
that vision would get her hot again.
Her disgust with herself would turn her back on. And so, she was in a
vicious cycle, coming down from a cum, getting disgusted with the dirty
little tramp she had become, and getting turned on by the image of the
dirty little tramp, to cum again.
And Paul would watch her, and talk to her, and see her cum again and
again, all afternoon long. A sleazy little whore using a vibrator and her
hands on her pussy, her clit, and her tits. And every once in a while he
would see in her eyes the look of a trapped animal, An animal trapped in
her own cycle of lust. Wanting to break out but not able to.
And with Anne's new body, Paul had had to take her shopping again.
None of her old clothes fit anymore. But that was ok. This time he took her
to the lingerie store and had her stand in the changing room with the door
open as the sales girl brought her clothes to try on.
And through it all, other shoppers, mostly women, but a few men, would
walk by and look in on Anne changing from one bra to another or from
one corset to another. And Paul would keep her facing the open door so
that they could see her bare pussy and humongous tits.
And Anne could hear them. The women would make comments like
"whore" and "slut" and "cow." And the men would look right at her,
imagining their pricks buried in her pussy or between her tits. And Anne
would hang her head in shame, knowing that all these decent, good people
knew that she was a dirty little whore. Oh god, she was so disgusting.
And then Paul told her to play with her pussy while waiting for the sales
girl to bring back some more stockings. And Anne, who had zoned out to
avoid the comments of the people walking by, just dropped her hand to her
clit without thinking and started to rub her clit.
Oh god, it felt so good. The debasement up to now had made her feel
totally disgusting. So almost immediately her body started to respond to
her fingers. Yes, she was a dirty little cunt. Oh god yes, everyone knew she
was a whore. Just looking at her they knew what she was.
Anne was so wrapped up in playing with herself that she didn't notice the
sales girl at first. The sales girl stood in shock looking at Anne. Here was
this woman standing there, naked, with giant whore tits and a bald pussy,
rubbing her clit and building toward a cum. She couldn't believe it. How
totally disgusting.
Anne suddenly realized what she was doing and stopped. She saw the look
of total disgust in the salesgirls eyes and turned away in tears. Oh god, how
could she be so dirty. How could she. She was sick, just plain sick. And
Paul grabbed her, turned her toward him, and slapped her, asking her how
dare she be so disgusting.
Anne started to collapse to the ground when Paul grabbed her and held her
up, his head next to hers, his mouth by her ear. "Rub your clit" he
whispered. "Make yourself cum."
Anne froze in shock. WHAT? DO WHAT? She couldn't do that. That was
too disgusting even for a slut like her. The sales girl already thought she
was a dirty whore. She couldn't keep playing with her clit.
"Now slut" Paul whispered through clenched teeth. "You know you have to
cum you whore. Think of yourself playing with your clit in front of this
innocent little girl. She's probably never seen another woman nude before.
And you're going to show her what you look like when you cum. She will
think you are such a dirty little pig, and she'll be right. Cum for her, show
her how dirty you are. You know you want to do it."
And with each word from Paul Anne got hotter and hotter, until she
couldn't stand it anymore. The thought of appearing to this young girl as a
complete slut was getting her hotter and hotter. Oh god, she had to cum.
She just had to. And Anne dropped her hands to her clit and started to play
with herself again.
The young sales clerk looked on in utter disgust, rooted to the spot by the
utter depravity of it. She had never seen anyone have sex, and here was
some big-titted whore masturbating right in front of her. How could she.
How could any woman sink to such an utterly low level of depravity.
And Anne saw the look on the girls face, closed her eyes in shame, and
came and came and came. And as she came she sunk to the floor, still
rubbing her clit. And then finally she stopped, kneeling on the floor, with
her head hung in shame, unwilling to look at anyone.
And Paul bent down next to her, pulled her head back, and said "Anne,
you need to apologize to this young girl. This sales girl here is a decent and
good girl, not a dirty little whore like you. You need to tell her you're sorry
you did this in front of her.
And Anne looked up at the sales girl and realized with a shock that she
wasn't that much different from Anne. She was 17 or 18, probably had a
boyfriend, friends at school, just like Anne. No, nothing like herself. This
was a good girl, a decent girl. This girl was disgusted by Anne, and she
should be, Anne was nothing like her. Anne was a depraved big-titted
whore. She was not at all like this girl.
And as Anne realized how different she was from this girl. This girl who
was exactly what Anne used to be, she started to cry. Oh god, she had sunk
so low. Look at her, naked, making herself cum in front of a stranger, on
the floor of the changing room. Oh god, she was so dirty.
"Tell her you're sorry."
"I-I'm sorry" Anne whimpered and started to cry.
"Tell her you're a dirty little whore and you can't help your self."
Oh god no. "I-I'm a dirty little slut - I can't stop it - I have to cum - I'm
I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Anne begged.
And at that point the sales girl lost it she was so disgusted she threw the
clothes she was carrying onto the floor, turned and ran out of the changing
room and slammed the door to the room, finally giving Anne the privacy
she wanted.
"Oh Anne, my dirty little whore. Why can't you control yourself? Do you
realize what that girl thinks of you my little slut? She thinks you're the
most perverted person in the entire world. And she might be right you
know. Do you think that's possible my little fuck toy?"
And Anne looked up at Paul with horror on her face. Oh god, she was so
dirty and perverted. She hadn't ever seen the contrast before between what
she had been, and what she had become. Oh god, she was so filthy. Oh god
help her. And Anne threw her arms around Paul and cried "oh no, oh god
no. What have I become. Oh god help me."
And Paul put on arm around her back to hug her and whispered to her "its
ok Anne my little slut. I love you Anne. I love your big cow tits and your
shaved whore pussy, and your dirty slut body that masturbates in front of
innocent little girls."
And as Paul talked to Anne his other hand went down to her clit and
started rubbing it.
Anne stiffened immediately. Oh god no, no she thought Don't do this. I'm
not a slut, I'm not. Why am I getting turned on by this. I can't be, its too
dirty. Oh god I should be ashamed by this and I'm getting turned on by it.
No no n --- "OH GOD, OH NO, OOOHHH." And Anne came.
And as she came she cried even more, because only a true sex slut would
cum now. And Paul continued to rub her pussy as Anne came and came
and cried and cried. Until finally she could take no more and collapsed.
And Paul looked down at his lovely slut, awash in tears and sweat, wrung
out from cum after cum, and smiled.
It cost Paul a $300.00 tip to stop the sales girl from calling mall security.
And as Anne walked out the store she heard her call her "whore" and
flinched as though hit. Because the truth hurts.
Paul was invited over to Anne's house for dinner, to thank him for saving
their daughter from the bum who had punched her. Anne's father, mother,
and younger sisters all thought Paul was wonderful. And Paul charmed all
of them.
Anne was incredibly nervous the entire time. She didn't know how to act
with Paul in front of her parents. And whenever she started to relax, Paul
would make some comment, innocuous to the rest, that set her off. She was
mostly quiet, deferring to everything he said.
But through it all, there were looks of care directed by Anne toward Paul.
She couldn't hide her love for him. Of course her parents thought it was
the looks of a young girl for an older man who had saved her. Not the
looks of a sex toy for her master.
And when Paul asked if he could take Anne dancing that night, her parents
said ok. He was a nice boy who had saved her. And she seemed to like him.
Yes he was a little old, but they knew him, and that made it ok. So Anne
and Paul left to go dancing, with Anne's parents permission.
Once they were in the car, still in sight of Anne's house, Paul had Anne
start undressing. Once she had stripped and was naked, Paul threw her
clothes in the back and handed her her outfit for the evening. It was one
they had bought earlier in the day.
The skirt was a white thin material that tightly stretched around Anne's
waist and was basically transparent letting anyone view her cunt and ass.
For the top, all there was was two white suspenders, each about 2" wide
that went up, over her shoulders, and attached in the back. The straps went
over her nipples but didn't cover much else of her tits. And with her big
tits, that left a lot to be seen.
The bottom of the skirt had garter belts attached that then attached to her
stockings, which were also white. And then to top it off, she had white lace
gloves and white 7" heels. It wasn't the same as being naked Anne
realized, it was worse. Because everything could still be seen, but the
clothes were a reminder that most people wore clothes that did cover them
up.
And when Anne stood up, the full effects of the skirt became even more
obvious. The skirt was only about 4" wide unstretched. The combination of
the garters and suspenders stretched it to a decent length - above her
thighs. But where it ran across her pussy and ass, it was only 4" high. It
didn't even cover all of her pussy or ass.
Anne was a whore. And as she imagined the evening in store for her. As
she realized how she looked, she shuddered and started to finger her pussy.
Oh yes Paul she thought. Take me and use me. Show your little whore to
everyone. Make me suck their cocks and cover me in cum. Fuck me all
night long. And Anne came on her fingers thinking about the night ahead.
Paul pulled into the parking lot of the strip club. He parked the car and got
Anne out. Anne looked around wondering what this was going to be like.
As they walked up to the door, Anne barely able to walk in her 7" heels,
she was starting to get nervous.
Inside she actually relaxed a little. All the other women in there were
dressed like she was. It was actually comfortable to be amoung other
women dressed the same way. Of course they all worked there but still, it
was nice not to stand out.
Paul walked her up to 2 chairs next to the stage and sat her in one, sitting
down next to her. He looked up on the stage where a woman was spreading
her pussy for the crowd. He pulled out a pile of tens and slapped one up on
the stage.
The dancer on the stage moved over Paul's way to collect and he handed a
10 to Anne. "Put it up on the stage slut."
Anne took the 10 and placed it up on the stage. The dancer looked at her
funny, and reached for it, spreading her legs giving Anne a beaver shot as
a thank you. Anne blushed and looked away.
"Don't look away whore - you paid 10 for that beaver shot" Paul told
Anne. "Here, hold this 10 up for her and she'll let you put it between her
garter belt and leg."
"Wha-what?" asked Anne shocked.
"Give her the 10 now." hissed Paul. "Before I get pissed."
Anne turned back toward the stage and held the 10 out, her hand shaking.
The dancer came over, pulled Anne's hand over, and helped her deposit
the 10. The dancer then leaned back the give Anne another beaver shot and
as Anne turned away, she heard Paul say "look at her pussy slut. You paid
so you look." Anne stared as the woman spread her pussy lips giving her a
view of her pussy.
For the next couple of dances Paul let Anne just watch. And Anne found
herself enjoying the show. These women were sluts. Maybe not as big a
slut as she was but there were someone she could relate to. They were not
from a different world like the sales girl she had cum in front of earlier.
These girls wouldn't mind if she played with herself here.
And as Anne started to enjoy the show, one hand slipped down to her clit
and started to rub it. God that felt good. This was so nice, That girl up
there looked good, sort of like the one who had her tits bound and whipped
in one of her favorite films. Oh god she would love to see that, to see that
woman bound to the stage, her tits tied tight in ropes and whipped with a
cane. God she would love to watch her scream.
And as she fantasized, she started rubbing her clit faster and faster. Several
of the people near the front started watching Anne instead of the show.
And as Anne realized they were watching her she rubbed her clit faster and
faster. Oh god, it felt so good. Oh yes she wanted to cum. And then when
she was about to cum Paul grabbed her hand and pulled it away.
"NNNOOOoooo" she cried. "Please let me cum. Please let your little whore
cum."
"You can cum, but first give the dancer some money. Give her enough to
come over here and spread her pussy for you. You can play with your clit
while looking at her pussy."
Anne grabbed the pile of 10s from Paul and put them all up on the stage.
The dancer came over, and seeing the pile, immediately dropped her g-
string, laid back, and spread her legs for Anne. Anne immediately started
frigging her clit while staring at the dancers pussy.
It looks so gorgeous thought Anne. All bare like mine. Oh I'd love to see it
whipped, that would make me so hot. Oh god, she's pulling her pussy lips
open, she's spreading her cunt for me. Oh god, I'm going to cum I'm
going t--- "OOOHHHHH GGGOOOOOODDDDDDDD" Anne yelled as
everyone looked over at her.
The manager ran over. "God damn it, you can't do that her. I'm going to
get arrested. Get out of her you fucking whore" he said.
Anne looked up stricken. Oh god no, she was too slutty even for here.
Paul looked up and calmly said "how about this. Instead of throwing her
out, let her dance. She just needs an outlet for her urges. If you kick her out
she'll end up blowing everyone in the parking lot and you'll be in even
more trouble. Let her dance."
Oh yes thought Anne, let me dance. Don't kick me out. Let me spread my
pussy for everyone in here.
"Ok" said the manager, she's up.
And with that Anne walked up on the stage and started to dance to the
music. She wasn't very good but she had an incredible body. She shook her
tits and spread her pussy. And the customers could tell she was hot. This
wasn't a fake act like most of the dancers did. They could tell the girl up
there, the one with the big whore hooters and the bare slut pussy, she
wanted to fuck every man in the room.
And Anne loved it. She was acting like a complete slut and the men were
all cheering for her. This is where she belonged. This was where the new
Anne could be herself and be accepted and appreciated for what she was.
And she danced and gyrated, and without even touching her clit, she came.
Up there on the stage in front of all those horny men she fell to her knees
as she came.
And for the next several months, almost every Saturday night, Paul would
pick Anne up from her house for a date. And he would take her to the strip
club where she was one of the most popular dancers. And Anne loved it
because she could sink down to her most depraved level and the customers
loved her.
But Paul was wrong about one thing. It didn't work off her urges. Every
time, as soon as she finished her number, Anne went out to the back alley.
And back there she would suck off every man who came back for a blow-
job.
Because the dancing wasn't enough. She had to have the sex. She had to be
used by the men in the club. She needed to be drowning in cum. To have it
in her hair, on her face, and all over her lovely big tits. She needed to be
their fuck toy.
And finally Paul had to stop Anne's career as a dancer. The night she blew
86 men. It wasn't that it was too many for Anne. But at this rate the police
were bound to notice. Hell, at that rate sooner or later she would end up
blowing someone who knew her.
