DirtyFilthyDisgusting

A text from an unknown number lit up my screen Saturday afternoon, and reading it made me wet, and my nerves started to spark instantly.

Hi, I got your number from your Master. He said he was training you to be a good little whore. I’d like to meet up with you tonight.

Why would He give my number out to someone I’d never met? Is this some kind of a test? I wrestled between logic and emotions, my thumb hovering over the glowing screen, hesitant. I responded before I could over think it any longer, my fingers trembling as they pounded out the letters. The words sounded dirty and foreign when not directed towards Him, but they excited me in an all too familiar way.

He’s been working very hard to train me properly. I am available tonight if you would like to try me out. You can have any hole you like, and I will gladly kneel at your feet and worship your cock if Master permits.

I squirmed in my seat as I waited for the reply, wondering what Master had discussed with the stranger, what kinds of dirty acts I would be expected to perform.

Meet me in the gravel lot on Riverside Drive under the Center Street Bridge at 8 o’clock. I’ll be in the dark grey truck. You’ll enter the rear passenger side door. You are not to say a word, you are there for one purpose and that is all. When you have served your purpose, you will exit the truck and leave.

My hand instinctively crept down to my crotch, gently rubbing the area through my jeans. The thought of being used like that by a stranger, passed around by Master to His friends, tapped into my most twisted fantasies. I felt disgusted with myself for wanting to be treated like this. What kind of self respecting woman would want this? I did. And the repulsiveness of it only fueled my desire.

As you request.

As soon as I responded, my phone buzzed, startling me from my filthy thoughts. I answered and Master’s voice came through the earpiece, deep and soft, tickling my eardrums and reverberating throughout my body.

“Well done, pet. I know that you will make me proud tonight. I’ll meet you for dinner afterwards” He purred and then hung up before I could answer.

The hours ticked by so slowly, and my body simmered hotter and hotter as 8 o’clock drew closer. I felt like I was buzzing internally, my organs vibrating against each other inside my body, a squishy internal massage that made it’s way down to my clenching pussy.

As I turned onto Riverside Drive, a misty rain began to fall and the asphalt glowed with the reflection of the streetlights. The wiper blades ticked a steady beat that coincided with the heavy rhythm of my heart as I got closer to Center Street. Thump, tick, thump, tick, thump, tick. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I pulled into the empty gravel lot. It was dark and secluded, a rusty old car on cinder blocks wilting in the corner next to a stack of railroad ties sprouting smog choked vegetation. It was the perfect spot for a disgusting sexual encounter between a stranger and a slut. The dark truck stood out against the grime, it’s shining surface, studded with rain drops, glimmered in the dim light and gave no indication as to who was inside.

I looked around unnecessarily as I made my way across the lot, the wet gravel crunching loudly underneath my boots. My steps felt awkward, and I could feel the slick pool that had gathered in the gusset of my panties, cool against my bare skin. I reached up to open the back passenger door, and held onto the handle for a minute, calming my heart and breath, wondering if I could really do this. I pulled and the door swung open.

The dome light did not come on, so I didn’t see the strangers face. I climbed up into the truck as gracefully as possible and knelt on the floor between the front and back seats. He was sitting behind the driver’s seat, the skin of his erect cock glowed pale against the dark upholstered interior. I knew what was expected of me and immediately wrapped my lips around the strangers cock. He was so different from Master, his taste was foreign, the texture of his skin, his musky smell. I moaned at the reality of my depravity as I furiously pumped up and down, a cock hungry slut happily sucking off a stranger in a seedy parking lot. He was silent at first, sitting back, his arms relaxed on the seats as he enjoyed my mouth. He started to breathe harder, his hand reached down and found my nipple and squeezed, pinching and pulling it roughly. I moaned onto his cock and bucked my hips against the air, desperately wanting to be touched and filled, but I knew that was not why I was here. I had only one purpose.

Sounds of sucking and slurping filled the silent car, occasionally peppered by a velvety groan from the stranger. I took him all the way back into my throat, massaging and coating his head with thick saliva and spreading it down his shaft. I took his balls in my hand and tickled them with my fingertips, rubbing the pool of my spit around their hairy surface. I reached two slick fingers down towards his perineum and pressed firmly as I rubbed his balls with my palm. His stomach began to flex and he pumped his hips upwards to push himself deeper inside my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head as he shot his come down my throat, holding me in place as he jerked and grunted his release. I wasn’t ready for it to be over, I wanted more filth, more dirty anonymous sex. I gently licked his shaft, cleaning every last drop of his come, sopping up the pools of saliva that had gathered near his thighs and in the soft curls at the base of his cock.

I kept my eyes down as I exited the truck, making my way back to my own car on stiff shaky legs. I sat in silence, replaying every moment, holding onto the feeling as long as possible as I wiped the remnants of spit from the edges of my lips. My own needs reared up inside of me, screaming for attention. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand inside, finding my lips fully coated and damp. I slowly rubbed the pads of my fingers across my vulva spreading my wetness around, keeping away from my throbbing clit, the taste of the stranger’s come in my mouth pushed me higher. I dipped a finger inside, and pressed my hips down into the seat, wanting to impale myself on my hand, bucking and gyrating with need. I thought of the stranger’s cock, roughly impaling me, pushing me against the seat of his truck, his grunts growing louder and more urgent before he filled me with spurts of his thick milky come. I could come in three strokes. I pushed my fingers deeper inside, feeling my muscles contract against them. My phone rang, lighting the dark interior of my car blue and jerking me from my trancelike state.

“My friend was pleased with your performance. He said you followed his directions exactly. Just make sure you clean him out of your mouth before kissing me. I’ll see you at dinner, pet!” Master’s voice dragged me abruptly from my fantasy.

I pulled my hand from my pants, feeling even more disgusting as I licked them clean of my juices and put the car in drive, a wet smear coating the shifter. I glanced back as I pulled out of the lot, but the shiny grey truck was already gone.