Deeper

Over the next week the new clothes my boyfriend picked out for me begin to arrive, all of which are far sluttier than what I used to wear. It takes some getting used to, especially at work, but I find myself loving the added attention I get, there has also been a definite increase in the number of male students in my class, which suits me just fine. And the outfits certainly do advertise to the world what a depraved little slut I am. My boyfriend also seems to enjoy it every bit as much as I do, even though all the added attention I attract seems to often lead to me getting fucked. Fortunately he encourages it, whether he's there to watch, hearing about it afterwards, or when I send him pics of me with my mouth full of some guy's cock.

The not cumming without his permission gets more difficult by the day, but it also seems to get more intoxicating to me. He hasn't offered to let me cum, and I haven't asked, while with him it's not so hard, as I have him right there, enjoying what a horny little slut I've become. But when away from him, when he's not there, it's more of a challenge. He wouldn't know, I could totally get away with it, but that feels too much like cheating, my orgasms are only for him to enjoy.

I also haven't been able to get my neighbor out of my mind. The way he fucked me, the way he used me. That repulsive pig of a man having his way with me. I frequently find myself teasing my poor little clit thinking about it. Finally I can't take it, and while my boyfriend is at work, I decide to go visit the neighbor, texting my boyfriend beforehand, so he knows where I'll be. I put on one of my new outfits, A silver micro bikini top and matching skirt, the hem ending halfway down my ass. A pair of silver six inch heels complete the outfit.

I walk over there, knowing how much of me is on display, hoping he'll enjoy the outfit. Finding myself with butterflies in my tummy, weirdly nervous. I knock on the door and a few moments later it opens, Al is standing there in jeans and a dirty t-shirt. He looks me over and licks his lips, seeing me standing there, clearly hungry for his cock. His eyes on me make me feel weak, ****, and ever so horny. I can't help it. Despite how degrading being used by him is, or perhaps because of it, turns me on more than anything else. When he finally speaks, it's not all that kind, "So, what do you want, slut?" I tremble a bit, but answer him, taking the direct approach, "Your big cock, Sir. I can't stop thinking about it." He smiles at me, but doesn't let me in yet. "Oh, so that's what you're after? And what makes you think I'm going to let you have it?" I whimper at his words. He's going to make me work for it? The very idea of that is even more degrading, and I feel myself wanting it even more. I respond, "Please Sir, I need it so badly, I'll do whatever you want, just please, I need you to fuck me, I need you to use me like the little slut I am!"

The humiliation of saying those words both sickens me and turns me on further. He continues standing there for a few moments, then says to me, "I'll tell you what, whore. Go home, take off your skirt and top, leave the heels on though, and come back here. That'll show me just how badly you need it." I bite my lower lip and smile, "Yes Sir!" I quickly turn and hurry back to our home, stripping down to just my heels, tossing my clothes onto a chair, and walking back as fast as I can. Not out of fear of being seen. No, on the contrary, I hope everyone in the neighborhood sees me like this. But just because I can't wait to get fucked by Al. I reach his home and ring the doorbell, and then, of my own accord, get down on my knees to wait.

A few moments later and he answers the door, looking down at me, grinning. "Good little slut." And without another word, he pulls out a collar and puts it around my neck, then attaches a chain leash to it before leading me inside. I drop down on all fours, crawling in behind him. He says to me, "If you come back again after this, I expect you to be dressed as you are now. Dirty little fucktoys like you don't deserve to wear clothes in my home, understood?" I reply weakly, "Yes Sir, anything you say." And I find myself meaning it. "Good girl!" he says as he pats me on the head. "Now, the other thing I was thinking about while you were making me wait, is whether to fuck you here and now, or take you on a little adventure. Both have their appeal to me, so I decided to just flip a coin and let fate decide. Heads we stay here, tails we take a little drive." With that, he pulls out a quarter and shows it to me, then flips it, catches it and looks at it, his grin widening.