Laura, slave girl [Watersports]

Laura must've fallen asleep because the next thing she remembered was a man patted his hand against her cheek to wake her up. "Ey whore girl, don't be selfish and hog all of the bench space!" said a man in a stereotypical black voice. Laura managed to sit upright to make space for the man, but with her asshole so thoroughly used, it was quite painful. The man was wearing nothing but a white coat, with a leopard skin collar. Not only did he speak like a stereotypical black man, but he also dressed as a stereotypical pimp. Then loud slurping sounds distracted Laura. On the pavement in front of the man, knelt a short blonde girl, easily only 18, with bolt-on D cups, pigtails, and massive round pink earrings. And for the man best of all, she was wearing a not so dainty collar around her neck; leather where it met her skin, and then metal around the outside. The collar was attached to either a brass or gold chain, the end of which Laura followed all the way back into the man's right hand. He didn't just look like a pimp, he seemed like he actually was.

The dainty blonde girl was going to down, doubling down and ferociously sucking off his cock. The man leaned his head back, placed his arms on the back of the bench, and was clearly enjoying himself. Although collared girls weren't an uncommon sight, usually they were also accompanied by a cyan-blue hair extension, signifying that their fetish was BDSM. But this girl didn't have a cyan-blue hair extension or any other extension for that matter. The man noticed Laura staring at the spectacle to her left. "What's the matter, girl? You don't look like one of 'em prude farm girls, you look like you seen a ghost!" he laughed at his own joke." "No, just, I've never seen a collared with without a cyan-blue hair extension." Laura said cautiously. "That don't matter! She is 'ma slave, she'll do what I want her to do, watch this." The man leaned forward slightly and in a slightly menacing tone said "Piss on the floor you whore." again laughing at the accidental rhyme he made. Within seconds the collared blonde girl who was still relentlessly sucking his cock, started pissing onto the pavement completely without a care in the world. The man leaned over to Laura, smiling lightly and said: "She been busting for a piss for a few hours now, can't let her piss wherever though, ruins the carpet fast."

Laura was stunned. She had never considered seeking out a slave life, although plainly that was clearly what she would be good at. No longer having to seek out men to use her. That was almost the dream!

On the other hand, Laura liked the variety. Even though not everyone was as relentless and unforgiving as she would want them to be, it was always someone new. Maybe always having the same man fuck you would get boring?