An accident

The sound of metal hitting metal interrupts your furious rubbing. Something has happened. You've hit another car. But luckily not too severely.

Still, you have to stop, you have to go through this process now. You have to get out of your vehicle and talk with the other driver. Maybe, for a moment you think, you should leave your face covered in cum and juices for the other driver to see. You should tell him that you don't need to bring insurance into this. You'll just suck his cock right there in the street. After all, that's what you are now.

The thought pleases you.

But you know you can't. You can't take another man without your master's approval. Only he gets to decide who you're shared with. Who are you to decide? You're just a slut.

So you wipe your face clean before getting out of the car. The act feels terrible. Not covered in cum feels like you're not yourself any more. You're a phony.

Still, you think, at least your clothes are flimsy and see-through. Hopefully the man whose car you hit will still know you're a slut.

You get out of your car.

And it's not a man at all.

It's a woman's voice you hear. And not just any woman.

"What the bloody hell?" She says. And you'd recognize that accent anywhere.

"Rebecca?" You ask.

And you're right. It's your old co-worker Rebecca, a pretty black woman who you sat next to at work for 4 years, who you got to know very well. Who you thought for sure had moved back to England.

"Christ! Caroline?" Suddenly her anger at the accident turns to excitement to see you. Rebecca is a bit younger than you with chocolate-dark skin, a long neck, thick red lips, long black dreads, long legs wrapped in a pencil skirt, and tits under a pink blouse... how had you never in 4 years sitting next to her noticed her magnificent tits before?

You tell yourself not to stare at them. They have to be D cups... no, bigger, to be sure.

"Rebecca?" You feign delight, normalcy. You really want to unwrap her right here on the street and bury your face in those titties. Your mind can't help it. You're a slut to the core. "What are you doing here? I thought you moved back home."

"I did... for a bit" Rebecca gives you a big toothy grin. "But it wasn't as magical as I'd hoped. So I thought, why not come back to the states!"

"Well that's great! You look great" You say. She does. "I'm sorry about the car."

"Forget it luv, it's just a scratch. You look..." Rebecca suddenly is focused on your face. You wonder, did you miss something. Is there still cum on you? Would it be terrible if there was? "You kinda look like hell, luv. Is everything alright?"

"It's perfectly fine!" You say smiling, thinking, it would be better if you'd been allowed to stay the cum-covered slut that your master wanted. You'd still look beautiful. "I'm actually on my way to go shopping... a bit of a makeover." Was that too much to share? If she asks for details, will you tell Rebecca that you're being made over into a big bimbo slut?

"Well that's great luv. I'm glad to see you're doing well." Rebecca asks, licking her lips. Was that a subtle come-on? No, you think, it's just normal behavior. Maybe.

"I am doing well." You'd be doing better if your tongue was inside her wet cunt, you think. You want her so bad. You want her to be your co-slut. To fuck with you. To suck with you. To eat out your daughter's young asshole with you. The thought makes you impossibly wet. God, how have you never noticed her amazing, massive breasts before.

You fidget in place. Your thighs rub together. You can't keep your head on straight. Would master mind if you brought home another slut? Maybe you should invite her shopping with you. Maybe you should just tell her what's happening. Maybe you should say "I'm becoming the biggest slut in the world. Would you like to be the second biggest?" Maybe you should say "Life's to short not to be what you want. And I want to be a dumb piece of fuck-meat. How could you not?"

Maybe, you think, as Rebecca bends over to check the damage on her bumper, showing her wonderful plump ass, you should just fuck her right there in the street. Would Master approve? If not, would he punish you?