Shame

Suddenly Donna looks like she's been caught, and Erin beams with success.

And although you've been watching this passively for your own entertainment, to see how your slutty girlfriend reacts to your sluttiest fuckpig, now, finally requires some intervention.

Your cock hard, your own anger starting to boil, you run over and grab Donna by the throat. She loves a little ****-play so you wonder if she thinks you're rewarding her.

You're not.

"Is it true?" You ask. "Everything about sucking cum from ten men every morning. Have you just been swilling it down from your fridge?"

Donna's eyes shoot toward the ground in shame. It is true. This whole thing, has been a ruse.

Erin beside you seems as proud as possible, as if she's just moved up on the sluttiness hierarchy. "I figured it out. I deserve a reward." She says. And she's right.

You slap her hard across the face. She almost falls over, then steadies herself.

"I deserve a better reward than that." She says, feeling very bold, red marks on her cheek starting to form.

So you slap her as hard as you possibly can. And she falls to the ground with a crack. You give her a stern look, as if to agree with her and challenge her demanding nature. Her big eyes fill with tears and look up at you. She whispers "thank you."

Now that that's settled there's the current task at hand, which is punishing Donna.

"Please sir..." She starts as you grab her by the short hair on top of her head. "I wanted to suck off ten men every day, I just couldn't find that many..."

"Where is your phone?" You ask, not listening to her pleas, but instead formulating your punishment. Donna's punishment will also be a reward. It will teach her not to deceive you, but will also make her into a bigger, better fuck pig.

"M...my phone?" She asks, trembling. You pull her hair, pulling her close to you and slap her wet twat. She winces, half from pain, half from pleasure. "It's in the other room."

And Erin runs to find it.

You lean in. "When was the last time you were in the middle of a gang bang? Truthfully."

Donna hesitates to answer. But she knows she must. "L... last month."

"And how many men?"

"Seven."

Seven men a month ago is not acceptable for your fuck pig. You shake your head. And soon Erin is placing Donna's phone in your hand.

"What are you doing, Sir?" Donna asks.

And you don't need to make this a secret. In fact, it'll probably be better if she knows what's about to happen. You pull up her facebook app. "I'm going to tell everyone on your friends list that you need cum down your throat, and you need it as soon as possible."

Donna's face is a mix of mortification and excitement. You watch her eyes as she thinks of everyone who'll find out her true nature. And she speaks up. "S..sir. My friends list includes..."

"Someone who you don't want to find out that you're a sick slut?" You smile as you type:

<i>Hi everyone. I can't deny what a slut I am any more. If you have a cock, come over to my house right now so I can show you what my throat is good for.</i>

And send.

"It's too late" you say to Donna. "It's already sent. When this person sees it, you just tell them that a drunk friend of yours got a hold of your phone and decided to post something stupid." At this Donna looks a little relieved. But you add. "Unless they come over here to find out the truth for themselves."

Erin meanwhile couldn't be happier. Her smile is wide and her nipples are hard. She walks over to Donna. "Who is it? Who did we just reveal your slut secret to? I hope they come. I hope you **** on their cock."

Donna gives Erin a stare filled with rage.

Erin smiles back "You know you will. If they show up and ask what the meaning of that facebook post was, what'll you say to them? You know you will. What'll you say?"

And Donna is resigned. She can't resist being a slut. And she knows it. "Take out your cock, so I can show you what my only purpose is."

Erin laughs. "Now tell me, who is it? Who on your friends list don't you want to know what a slut you are?"

Donna gulps and admits it.