God she felt like such a slut, the tight outfit hugging every curve of her body as she waited in public for him. Of course she was a slut, at least in Andy’s case she was.
Just thinking his name made her pussy buzz with anticipation as she looked around wondering how much longer he’d make her wait.
She cursed her own stupidity once more, she should have known better so it was really her own fault.
The government had been doing education and public service announcements about the latest designer drug on the market for months, but she never thought she’d be stupid enough to take any.
But that was the thing about LiquidZ; colourless, tasteless and odourless it was the perfect drug to slip in to any drink without anyone noticing.
She’d been out at a party two weeks ago with several of her friends and at some point she’d been slipped some in her drink, after that her memory had gotten blurry, but she knew what the effects were so she didn’t really need to remember the details.
The drug supercharged your libido, sending you in to pretty much a sex crazed frenzy. It made men hard for hours and able to unload litres of cum. It made women take any cock in any hole and crave said cum.
When she’d woken up the next morning, in a tangled mess of men and women, she’d quickly gotten dressed and left before any of the others had come around. That had been a mistake of course, while the initial effects of LiquidZ had worn off after a few hours, there was a permanent side effect she hadn’t known about.
She’d gotten home and cleaned up, talked to her other friends who had all managed to avoid the ensuing orgy and was about to call the police when she started to feel the long term effects of LiquidZ. Her pussy had started to buzz and her breathing had increased. She could feel the need creeping in to her mind and she quickly search the Internet for what it might be. It turned out that LiquidZ long term effect on women was to physically addict them to the first cum they tasted when on the drug.
She’d let out a scream of anger, but the growing heat in her pussy would not be ignored and she slumped her head as she realized she couldn’t remember who the first man she’d tasted had been.
The rest of the day had been spent tracking down each guy that had been at the party and sucking them off to see if the heat subsided. It was after dinner when she’d tracked down Andy and felt the relief of an orgasm quench the fire in her loins.
For the first few days he’d seemed quite happy to let her drop by and suck a load from him, but then he began to want more. She’d let him have sex with her in the missionary position first, then doggy style and she’d even agreed to tell him how much she wanted it while he was fucking her.
Then one day when she’d come over, he’d refused to do any of those things and instead demanded she go out to dinner with him. She’d agreed, not really understanding why he wanted to until it was too late. After they had finished, he’d motioned her under the table to, as he put it, “get her desert”. She refused, telling him he couldn’t force her to do such a thing.
But he’d shrugged his shoulders and simply responded that he wasn’t forcing her to do anything. She could leave the restaurant and go home any time she wanted.
Her lower lip had quivered as she’d tried to get up and leave, but the heat in her pussy was so great that all she managed to do was slide out from the booth and drop to her knees, crawling under the table and finding his waiting dick to slip between her lips.
That had been three days ago and she’d promised herself that she would never call him again, never see him again, never fuck him again.
The first day had been hard, she’d managed to get all the way through the work day and back home before she’d had to start masturbating. It didn’t really help, her fingers unable to bring her to orgasm, her need continuing to grow, but it did create a distraction.
She’d called in sick the second day, having moved on to her trusty dildo, but still finding no release.
It was half way through the third day that she’d broken down and called him, begging him to let her come over and fuck him. He’d laughed and hung up the phone.
She phone him back several more times, begging, pleading, promising anything until he finally told her want to do.
And so here she was, dressed in the sexiest dress she had, done up to the hilt, standing in a public space waiting for him to arrive.
She turned her head to the side and gasped as she saw him in the distance, her legs almost giving out as the buzzing in her pussy intensified.
He walked right up to her, snaked an arm around her waist, grabbing her ass and giving it a giggle, “So slut, are you ready?”
She moaned and leaned in to him, “Oh god yes Andy, I’m ready! I’m so ready!” she replied and then kissed him, her tongue making it’s way in to his mouth.
“Good.” he replied and stepped over to the bench and sat down, unzipping his pants and let his shaft spring free. Her eyes were fixed on it as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around him.
She bobbed up and down, desperate to suck his cum from him, her body quivering in need from three days without.
It didn’t take long for him to explode in to her mouth and she swallowed every last drop as her orgasm exploded throughout her body.
She managed to finally pull her lips from him and turn to see a small crowd had formed to watch her, several of the men had broad smiles on their faces and a few even clapped for her performance.
They dispersed quickly enough, except for one man that hung around afterwards, “Hey, is she for rent?” he asked.
Her body quivered at the question and she desperately looked up in to Andy’s face with fear in her eyes, “For the right price I guess.” Andy replied
The man pulled out a wad of cash and handed some to Andy, “Yeah, that’s the right price.” Andy replied and then looked down at her.
“Ok slut, if you want another fix tomorrow you’re going to go with this guy and fuck him any way he wants.”
Her lower lip quivered as she stuttered out her response, “O… o… ok.”
“Good.” Andy said and stood up, holding her hand and helping her up at the same time, “I’ll see you back here tomorrow, same time. I like the dress, but more skin next time.”
Andy walked away leaving her with the man she didn’t even know the name of, she turned to him and half smiled as he stepped in and guided her way from the mall with an arm wrapped around her waist.
She knew more than ever she wasn’t just a slut, she was Andy’s slut. And if that meant he wanted to loan her out to strangers, well, that still made her Andy’s slut and that’s all that mattered.
