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Dirty Debbie Part 1 by JKP
Dirty Debbie Part 1
Dirty Debbie Part 1
"Come over to my house for lunch today," I told Debbie. We worked for an upscale dept. store and my house was only a few blocks away. Her face lit up like a child whose just been given a new toy.
"Okay, I think I'd like that," she replied meekly.
During lunch she talked shop, mainly about how snotty and uppity acting everyone at the store is and what a bitch Susan, our boss, is. She was giggling and her blue eyes twinkled. She told me how she would love to freak her co-workers out but was to chicken to do anything.
"Why did you agree to come to my house for lunch today, Debbie? I've heard through the grapevine at work that I scare you."
Sitting on the carpeted floor, using the coffee table to eat off of, she looked down at her plate as she dabbled with her sandwich. Her position allowed me to look down her dress top at her small tits. Her nipples were quite large and hard. Debbie was very fair skinned and with short, black hair it provided quite a contrast-she was a goth in designer clothes.
"I like a strong man and I've heard you telling your scat jokes, or whatever you call them, the ones dealing with shit, to the guys on the loading docks. I also know that you have made fun of my small titties. That kind of stuff excites me. God, I can't believe I am telling you this. I would die if anyone knew these things."
"I want your panties, Debbie. Take them off for me."
Standing up and lifting the hem of her dress to her waist she rubbed her pantied asshole a few times and then took them off. Her cunt was shaved and both lips had two gold rings pierced into them. Sniffing the panties she turned them inside out and showed me the shit stains on them.
"Do you want anything else?" she said smiling.
"Yeah, come into the kitchen with me and leave your dress around your waist," I said. Taking a package of Ball Park hot dogs, the big ones, out of the fridge I put one in the microwave and nuked it just enough to take the chill out.
"Here, I want you to take this and put it up your ass. When we get back to work I want you to go to the lingerie dept. and buy a pair of panties--white, Vanity Fair, bikinis. Shit the hot dog out whenever you want to, but you have to leave it there for the rest of the day. Are you going to do it, Debbie? Or are you too chicken?"
Standing there in the kitchen, she was holding her dress up with one hand and playing with her sopping pussy and pulling on the rings with the other. She grabbed the hot dog and spreading her legs she fucked her pussy with it, getting it slicked up for her asshole. As she inserted the hot dog into her asshole, she said,
"I have just one question-Can I eat the hot dog when I get off work?"
"Yes you can Debbie and I expect it, so don't disappoint me. I think we are going to have fun together. What do you think?"
"I think so, too. I must warn you though, I am very depraved when I'm away from work," she said as she smoothed out her dress.
"I just need some direction as to where to take it."
"Oh, I will give you direction, Debbie. I am also going to give you correction, too. What you just did for me in the kitchen was captured on video. If you give me any trouble at all I will see that Susan, our boss, gets some stills of you fucking a hot dog at lunch-time. You are my slut slave now. Do you understand me?"
"Yes I understand," she said, as the realization that what she had thought was fun and games had turned into something that scared her. Her pussy was leaking down her inner thighs as she thought 'FINALLY, someone who will treat me and humiliate me like the shit loving slut that I really am.'
Back at work I checked in often on Debbie. She was the day shift manager of the women's dept. Every time she would see me she would get very nervous and flushed. About 15 minutes before her shift ended, I walked over to her and another saleswoman, Anna, and asked her,
"Hi Debbie, have you been to the new restaurant that's opened up -it's called Uranus?"
With a look of total shock, Debbie replied, "No, I have not! I haven't even heard of it" as she looked over at Anna. Her face and upper chest were beet-red with embarrassment.
"Oh really. That's weird, because one of the guys on the dock said he had heard you got take-out from Uranus for lunch today. Oh well, maybe I misunderstood him. Oh, yeah, here. The mail room gave me this to give to you." Handing Debbie a note, I smiled as I said good-bye. Anna was whispering to Debbie, and staring at me as I walked away.
Debbie read the note and all of a sudden it became very real to her. She was standing in the women's dept. of the most elegant clothing store in the city, with a co-worker beside her, and in her panties was a hot dog that she had shit out of her asshole. Saying good-bye to Anna, she reread the note and knew she would do all that she was instructed to.
Arriving at Debbie's I checked the door and it was unlocked. 'What a fucking lamb this one is going to be,' I thought as I walked into her house. Debbie is naked, on her hands and knees in the center of the living room, and sticking out of her ass is the hot dog. Her cunt rings look as if they have droplets of juice on them. I put my kit bag down and tell her not to say a word. I attach a black suede leather collar around her neck and lock it in place. Next I take and attach weighted nipple clamps to her titties.
She moans and grunts like a pig as the clamps bite into her nipples.
"You like that slut?" I ask as I stand in front of her.
"Yes, Sir. I love it."
"You ought to see yourself. What a whore you are. This would be a good picture for the company newsletter. You're my little shit whore aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir. I am a naughty shit whore. Your shit whore." she whispers in a husky voice.
"Good. Now I want you to fuck your asshole with the hot dog. Move so that your titties can feel the pain of the weights as they swing back and forth."
Debbie is shoving the hot dog in and out of her ass as fast as she can. The combination of the ass fucking and the pain of the swinging tittie weights have sent her over the edge. There is a stream of drool coming out of the side of her mouth as well as low grunting sounds
"LOOK up! Look at me! Eat the hot dog you fucking slut." I say to her.
Taking the hot dog out of her ass, Debbie sniffs her own shit and then takes a bite. Her eyes are wide open and filled with fear and lust. They never wander from mine. She eats the whole thing as I stand there and laugh at her, calling her a cunt and a shit eater.
"Okay little shit eater what else would you like? How about if I pull your cunt lips until you cry? Would you like that?" I ask as I flick the tittie weights' a few more times.
"Oh yes, please," she groaned. "Do anything to me. I'm a naughty shit-eating slut. Please punish me, Sir" she begged in a lusty tone.
Helping her up off the floor I remove the weights and tell her to sit down and rest-she's going to need it.
"Sir? May I go use the toilet? I have to shit," she asks in a whispery whine.
"NO! Just sit there and shut the fuck up," I tell her. Again, you can see in her eyes the fear of reality setting in.
Getting my tools out, I take and screw one-inch eye rings in each one of the lower and upper corners of the doorway leading towards the dining room.
>From the front door, it's the first exit from the living room that you notice.. Giving Debbie four equal lengths of velvet rope, I tell her to attach one to each of her wrists and ankles.
"Now stand in the doorway and spread your legs and raise your arms." I tie and adjust each lead of rope until Debbie is stretched taunt between the doorway. Reaching into my kit bag, I take out a riding crop and start smacking it against my palm as I stand in front of Debbie. Her eyes are filled with sheer terror. I flick the crop against her nipples and she moans out. I alternate titties, striking harder each time. Her head is hanging down and she is panting like a dog. Kneeling down, I position the crop and take aim.. Using a backhand stroke, I bring the crop up hard against her cunt. Her head snaps up and her eyes fly open as she lets out a wailing, guttural moan.. Almost a keening sound. I continue whipping her cunt until her inner thigh muscles are quivering uncontrollably. Getting a feather duster out of my bag, I caress her swollen cunt lips.
"Oh thank you, Sir" she whispers as her head flops backwards.
"Now let's see if we can't stretch out the pleasure that you're feeling in your pussy." Attaching weights to each of her cunt rings, her lips are pulled down by the weight. Standing back I look at the site before me-a perfect slave.
"Tell me what you are feeling now, Debbie?"
"There is just a dull pain all around my cunt, Sir. A strong dull throbbing. It feels great and I love it. Thank you."
Just then the doorbell chimes. Debbie's head snaps up and her eyes are filled with alarm and puzzlement. She looks at me and whispers,
"Please don't answer that. Please, I am begging you."
"Oh come on Debbie. That would be rude. If you're scared of someone seeing you, we'll just blindfold you. That way you won't know who it is that's looking," I tell her laughingly.
Blindfolding her I go to open the door. I let 'her' guest's in and, whispering, welcome them both. The guest in charge hands me the leash attached to her slave and walks over to Debbie. She caresses Debbie's nipples causing her to moan. Using her thumb and first finger she pinches one nipple, hard and fast. Debbie feels as if an electric jolt has been applied to her nipple.. Then her guest whispers in her ear and Debbie's world explodes.
"So you think I am a bitch, huh? You little fucking whore! How dare you walk around my store shitting hot dogs into your panties. When I get through with you, you will wear NO panties and you will shit on the floor," Susan said as she slapped Debbie hard across the face.
Susan hung there in the doorway with her head down. 'I never want this to stop--the stinging from the slap, the dull pain from the cunt weights, the humiliation-I want more' she thought.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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