Jennifer 17
My arms and legs were sore as I sat on that fat cock, sliding it deep inside me
while Jared fucked my former best friend in the bed. Forced to stare at my own
image on the mirror, I knew I had sunk as low as I could, I was no longer human
in their eyes, something to play with, to use and abuse, their slut.
They were wrapped in white sheets when they opened the door, laughing and
Margaret had that just fucked look about her as Jared untied my legs so I could
stand painfully, leaving the dildo with a loud plop.
Jared dragged me into the bedroom and placed the dildo on the carpet. "Squat
over it again and fuck yourself while we watch, slut," he ordered and I slowly
slid down on it, looking forward to the feeling of full penetration while they
climbed back into the bed.
They were kissing and I tried to remember when I had last been kissed. I slowly
slid up and down, wanting to be able to touch my clit but I couldn't, my wrists
still connected to my collar.
Jared was fucking Margaret and I lowered my eyes to avoid seeing it. "Watch,
slut," he called and I lifted my eyes to see Margaret smiling at me as Jared
banged into her. They came and I wished I could and both of them smirked at me
as I grunted, fucking the fake cock.
"I'd rather have a real cock any day," Margaret giggled reaching under the sheet
and I imagined she was holding Jared's cock.
"She loves it, she's so fucking wet it's running down her leg. Want to come,
slut?" he taunted.
"Yes Sir, please?" I begged and both of them laughed.
"Want to see her come?" Jared asked Margaret and her eyes glittered.
"Is it up to me?"
"Yes, you can decide. You'd better beg her, slut."
"Please Ma'am," I begged desperately; sliding on the cock, "Please let me come."
"How long has she been fucking that thing?"
"About four hours."
"You must want to come sooo badly," she teased. "I just had a perfectly
delicious orgasm, in fact I've had two."
"Please Ma'am," I begged Margaret. How things had changed. Just a few months ago
were shared a flat and were best friends. Now I was fucking myself with a cock
and begging her to let me come.
""I'll think about it," she said maliciously, snuggling up to Jared who
laughed."You are a bitch."
"Please Ma'am," I wailed, "I'll do anything."
Margaret sat up. "Anything?"
"Anything Ma'am," I wailed, desperate.
"She'll do anything you say," Jared said with menace.
"Ok," she said with a broad smile and running to the bathroom to return with
electric clippers, shaving cream and a razor. "I want to shave your hair off.
You don't have much left anyway, you always were so proud of it. You can come if
I shave it off."
Margaret sat on the bed and laughed at the expression of horror on my face, so
horrified I stopped fucking the dildo.
"Keep fucking, slut," Jared yelled and I quickly resumed. I was desperate to
come, really desperate but I didn't want to lose my hair, Margaret knew what it
meant to me.
"I think it's a great idea," Jared laughed. "Beg her to shave you head, slut." I
opened my mouth but no words would come. "Beg her, slut," Jared screamed ,
"don't make me get out of this bed!"
"Please, Ma'am," I croaked through my tears, "please shave my head."
The whirr of the clipper seemed so loud and I sobbed as she callously removed my
hair until it was just stubble. Cheerfully, with much giggling, she applied
shaving cream and shaved my head bald.
I was still sobbing when Jared unlocked my hands. "You can come now," Maraget
said with a smile.
"She comes like a steam train, she really screams," Jared said.
"I know, I used to hear her in the flat when she used to play with herself at
night or in the bath. "
Humiliated and degraded, I used my fingers to tweak my clit, rubbing it softly
in the circular motion I love while I grunted up and down on the fake black
cock. When I came, it was glorious and I felt my whole body trembled and shake,
quivering with the release of the pent up frustration.
As I lay panting on the floor, I felt Margaret walk past me to the bathroom and
the shower start. "A new look, slut," Jared said, smiling, laying back on the
bed as I cried.
Margaret finally emerged from the bathroom, dressed in her black dress and Jared
slipped into the bathroom while she applied her face. Holding a compact mirror,
she squatted next to me. "Want to see?" she taunted and even though I didn't
want to, my eyes were drawn to the reflection. I look inhuman, completely bald,
head smooth and I gasped in shock.
"Charming, isn't it?" Margaret smiled. "I'm going and you won't see me again.
Jared is a loony and I don't want to be around that. Look what happened to you,"
she laughed, stood up and stuffed her things into her bag. "I never liked you,
you know," she said conversationally. "You always pulled all the blokes, made it
easy and always looked young and cute. Well," she laughed, "not anymore. Goodbye
billiard ball." Margaret was still laughing when she left.
Jared emerged wet and dripping from the shower, naked. "She's gone?" He looked
down at me and smiled. "On your knees, slut." I quickly scrambled to my knees
and took his stiffening cock in my mouth, his fingers lightly tracing my bald
head. "I like this, you should keep it like this maybe, I'll think about it."
His cock sawed callously in and out of my mouth. "I'm going to come on that bald
head of yours, slut and you're going to rub it in."
He pulled out and spurted over my head and, tears rolling from my eyes, rubbed
his come into my newly shaven head.
