A Slut in Progress

Kneeling between his legs in nothing but her lacy bra and cum-soaked panties, Emily watches him sip his beer while clinging to the notion that if she just does what he says, maybe he’ll love her. She feels exposed. Gross and used. The smiley cum in her underwear growing cold and sticky. Her mouth filled with the taste of his cock, the same one that is resting half-hard just inches from her face. Watching her date stare at his phone in between sips of his drink. She sits there on her knees in silence for a minute or two. Waiting for him to tell her what to do, waiting for him to say anything at all. 

Despite his cruel attitude and actions toward her, she still looks up into his eyes as they stare down at his phone and sees a future in them. She pictures walking down the aisle in a wedding dress and seeing those same eyes glimmering at her filled with love.

He lets out a small burp as he enjoys his beer, and the crude noise pulls Emily out of her fantasy and back to her kneeling reality. She wonders silently how long she’d been knelt there and how long before he’d say something. It was as if she’d handed him his beer and then he’d forgotten her entirely, despite being half naked right in front of him. She starts to worry about his lack of interest, wondering if the cum he had wiped from her face with her own panties had ruined her makeup. Or if the rough blowjob had smeared her lipstick. She spent hours getting ready, wanting to look perfect for him. 

“Um…John?” She finally breaks the silence, but he doesn’t even bother looking at her. “W..would it be okay if I went and touched up my makeup?” She meekly asks, her voice quiet as if she is trying not to bother him. 

“No.” He says dismissively, never even making eye contact with his kneeling ‘date’. 

Emily is confused and taken aback by both his answer and his delivery. 

“It..it would just take a minute. My mascara and my lips-”

“I said no.” He cuts her off mid sentence, clearly annoyed to be repeating himself. 

She feels like collapsing into herself, embarrassed to have bothered him and unsure of what he wants. Her bottom lip begins to quiver, again feeling like she has blown her chance with him. She sinks down lower on her knees, full of self pity and disappointment. Her eyes start to fill with tears and as she contemplates her own perceived failure, one drop trickles down onto her cheek. Staring at the floor, she doesn’t see it coming. He grabs his semi hard cock and smacks it onto her teary cheek. As she lifts her eyes back up she sees him lift his dick again and then proceed to start repeatedly smacking it on her face. Her sadness turns to confusion as she winces with each cockslap across her face. 

“What’s the matter? You want more cock Emy?” He condescendingly says as he smacks his cock against her tears. She starts to defiantly shake her head ‘no’ but his other hand reaches down and presses against her head while still grasping his beer can, holding her in place and spilling a little splash of beer onto her head. She winces as the cold liquid trickles down her scalp.

“N..no I just wanted to….to…” She stammers, his cock slapping her face and interrupting her already jumbled words as she struggles to speak clearly. 

“You wanted to suck it again? Damn Emily, you’re such a little slut.” He adds as he centers his cock taps on her lips. 

“I just….I wanted to be pretty for you….” She finally manages to say, her bottom lip quivering again, this time as his cock rests on it. He holds his dick there and starts chuckling at her. She just looks at him with doe eyes, twinkling with sadness and pity. 

“I hate to break it to you, but you look like a little fucking skank.” He says bluntly through a chuckle. Another trickle of tears fall down her eyes as his words sting her. “You look like you just got facefucked like a cheap whore. My dick is the prettiest thing about your face.” He says as he rests it on her mouth as she continues to cry. She is crushed. Her world feels like it is crashing down on her like an avalanche. The man of her dreams finds her ugly and disgusting. His words ring in her ears as he gives her face another tap with his cock. 

“But…” He says, leaving her hanging in silence for a moment before continuing. “Maybe other parts of you are pretty.” He says with a smirk as he lets go of his cock and lets it rest on her face. His hands, one of them still clutching a half empty beer can, both grab hold of her hair and start to pull her upwards, bringing her up on her knees until she is upright. For a split second, she thinks he is going to kiss her as he leans down toward her, still holding her head with one hand. Instead, he reaches behind her and she feels his hand unclasp her bra. Her hands reactively spring upward to her chest and hold the garment in place but he pulls at it as it slips down her arms and wrestles it off her. She covers herself shyly for a moment before accepting that she didn’t have any choice. If she didn’t want him to throw her out, she had to do what he wanted. Lowering her hands and exposing her bare chest to him, he finally lets go of her hair and just stares at her breasts for a moment, letting her wonder if he likes them or not. 

He doesn’t say anything, but Emily notices his cock twitch slightly. Her eyes are drawn to it as it slowly starts to stiffen again. A few seconds later, his hands reach out and roughly grope at her bare flesh. She just kneels there, red cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he kneads at her soft breasts. His fingers enclose around her nipples and bite down in twin pinches that turn into twists. Wincing as he lifts and jiggles her breasts, using her sensitive nipples as handles, her thoughts try to focus on his dick hardening, a sign that maybe he likes her body after all. 

“Your tits aren’t bad at least.” He says as he finally lets them go, but gives them both a light slap. Emily stays still, frozen with a mix of confusing emotions: sadness, self-pity, fear, but still a yearning to please him, to do whatever he wants so that he’ll fall for her. 

“You’re not gonna say thank you??” He gruffly says, scoffing at her silence. “I gave you a fucking compliment Emily! Are you fucking serious???” He adds as he leans back on the sofa, acting offended and upset with her as he takes another swig of beer while scowling down at her. 

“Wha….No! I mean….T..thank you John! I’m glad you like my bre…my tits..” She blurts out quickly, trying to make up for her clearly egregious mistake. Looking up at him with tears again filling her eyes and her bottom lip quivering. 

“You know what? Maybe you should just fucking leave.” He says before adding “Ungrateful bitch.” under his breath, but loud enough for her to hear it. 

Emily’s heart drops into her stomach and the tears fall down her face, finally having heard the words that she had been terrified of all night. She looks up at him and cries for a second or two, wondering how she could have messed this up so badly. All she wanted was to make him happy. She wanted him to love her. He was everything she wanted in the world. 

“I’m sorry J-” She tries to say through her tears, but he immediately cuts her off. 

“Shut up, you call me Sir. Don’t say my fucking name!” He barks at her before finishing off the last sip of his beer. 

Emily’s head lowers, crestfallen and defeated. Feeling worthless and pitiful, her heart beating fast and her tears dripping down from her face and falling to her bare, exposed chest.

“Yes Sir.” She mumbles softly, her eyes cast down to the floor. “I’m very sorry Sir. P..please….I’ll do anything…” She adds, throwing herself at his mercy. Begging him to allow her to stay, willing to to whatever it would take to apologize to him and maybe salvage her hopes for love. 

As she stares at the floor, effectively bowing in front of him without even realizing it, he looks down at her and silently smirks. He knew now that he had her, and that she was truly desperate for his affection. The only thing he didn’t know yet was how far he could push her…

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Emily is still knelt between his legs, her head bowed as she cries quietly. His hard cock just inches from her face. Kneeling in her cum-covered panties that stick to her skin. Awaiting his judgment, either forcing her to leave and give up her hopes of love, or mercifully allowing her to stay and try to make up for her bad behavior. 

He lets her hang in the silence for a moment as he stares at her bare chest. A rumbling belch cuts into the quiet tension and then he looks at his now empty beer can. Crushing it in his hand as he looks down at her. 

“Anything, huh?” He asks, his words filled with intention and insinuation, after she had pledged to do whatever he wanted, as long as it meant she didn’t have to leave.

Hearing his question filled Emily with both hope and dread, knowing that there is a chance after all that she might turn this ‘date’ around, but she knows that it likely means more demeaning and cruel treatment she will have to endure. Is he just testing her? Surely he isn’t simply a mean person? He’s the man of her dreams, and she is incapable of seeing him in any other way. 

Finally, she musters the courage to lift her head back up, her teary eyes meeting his. She nods her head ‘yes’, and then clears her throat. “Anything…Sir.” She says as she tries to stop her tears, sniffling and steadying her breathing. 

He stares down at her, a muted expression on his face, as if silently challenging her to prove her words. Without breaking eye contact, he carelessly tosses the crushed, empty beer can at her, bopping her in the face as she recoils instinctively. It falls down to the floor between her kneeling legs and she reaches a hand up and rubs her forehead where it hit. 

“Get me another beer.” He says flatly and coldly before turning his attention back to his phone. 

She tries to stay calm, to not start crying again. ‘Just do what he wants, and he’ll see that I’m worth his love’ she tells herself in her head. Obediently, she grabs the empty can and starts to rise to her feet, only to feel his strong hand grab her shoulder and push her back to the floor. 

“Crawl.” Is all he says, barely even looking at her as he says it. 

Emily looks at him, confused and humiliated, but then she leans forward, putting her free hand on the floor and then turning to the hall on hands on knees. She starts to crawl but after just a couple steps, he stops her again.

“You know what? No. You don’t get to wear panties anymore.” He says bluntly as he reaches out and grabs the edge of her cummy underwear and immediately starts pulling at them. Not pulling them down though, just pulling at them. Emily tries to wriggle into letting them slide off her legs, but he gives them a good yank and they tear in two, giving her a painful fabric burn before they split. 

“Jo…Sir!” She interjects, starting to say his name, but correcting herself. Dumbfounded that he had torn her lacy panties into shreds and embarrassed at her now naked body on all fours beneath him. Her ass slimy with his cum and her saliva. Her pussy exposed, her little hairs matted with the spit and semen he had wiped from her face. 

“Beer. Now.” He says, waving away her reaction and giving her ass a hard slap, as if she was an animal being beckoned forward. 

She starts crawling again, feeling exposed and bare, knowing that her intimacy was pointed directly at him as she crawls down the hall, awkwardly shuffling on all fours while holding the empty beer can. 

Fighting her own self-doubt, she makes her way to the kitchen as her bottom stings from his slap. She tosses the empty can into the trash and then reaches up, and awkwardly lurches into the fridge, still on all fours, and grabs another cold beer. Crawling back down the hall, her bare breasts jiggling beneath her with each step. She enters the living room and sees him still sitting there on the couch, still staring mindlessly at his phone, still with his dick sticking out from his jeans. He doesn’t acknowledge her at all. She simply crawls back to him and her place back kneeling between his legs as she hands him the beverage. 

“Well? What the fuck are you waiting for?” He annoyedly says as he cracks open his second beer. She looks up at him with a blank, confused look on her face, worrying that she is still not meeting his expectations. He raises his eyebrows and gestures toward his dick before taking a big gulp of beer. 

Emily takes the hint and realizes she is to suck it again. Quickly, she bows forward and lowers her mouth onto his shaft, wanting to prove she can give him what he wants. Starting off with eagerness this time, not the timidity she had before. He had fucked her face the first time and she does her best to match it herself. She sucks his cock deeply and vigorously, even gagging herself on it as she tries to deepthroat it without him having to force her. 

He is impressed with her initiative, but says nothing to praise her. Not even offering a smile or a satisfied grunt. Simply leaning back, scrolling through his phone, enjoying himself and sipping his beer. 

She is trying her best to do like he had showed her. Throwing her head up and down, bobbing on his shaft, drooling on it and taking as much of his length as she could. Shoving it into her throat, uncharacteristically bold as she forces herself to do what she thinks he wants. She tries to not think too hard about how silly she feels. How degraded and demeaning this is. Straining herself as she quickly tires from the vigorous work, but pushing on and enduring.

It seems to her that it is taking much more time than the first blowjob, and to compensate, she doubles her efforts despite her exhaustion. She looks up at him and sees him typing on his phone, so she starts gagging herself even more, trying to earn his attention and ultimately make him cum. 

In between her own gagging noises, she hears his phone go off. He grins when he reads the text quietly to himself. With a suspicious grin, he finally puts his phone down on the couch, much to her relief. She feels a wave of pride in herself, seemingly having earned his attention with her cocksucking efforts. Then, in a blink, both of his hands grab the back of her head and he starts slow, but brutal and continuous thrusts upwards, invading her throat each time and holding her in place. 

“Oh fuck….fuck…fuckkkkkkk!” He says as his balls tighten against her chin and his cock starts to twitch. The first shot of hot cum shoots out into her throat, and then Emily hears something behind her, the unmistakable sound of the doorknob turning. She hears the door scraping along the floor as it opens and then she freezes in fear and embarrassment, knowing someone was about to walk in and see her on her knees with a cock in her mouth. She starts to try and turn her head, but he thrusts up and pushes down, slamming his cock all the way into her throat as it spurts out cum into her stomach. He holds her down and twitches inside her. Her face pressed into his abdomen, unable to see, let alone breath. 

“Daaaamn John! You weren’t kidding.” A strange man’s voice calls out as Emily panics and tries to push away and shield her naked body. Multiple sets of footsteps enter the house behind her as her throat is pumped full of cum. 

“What a fucking whore!!” One voice says with a chuckle.

“Fuck, she’s taking it balls deep…” Another says in astonishment. 

Emily’s embarrassment wanes as she starts to run out of air. Her vision clouds and she nearly passes out as he holds her down on his cock, until finally he pulls her head up. His cock slides out of her throat and leaves a long strand of cummy spit connected to her lips as she gasps for air. 

“Alright bitch, now its their turn. Suck their cocks like a little whore.” He says before roughly shoving her away from him, pushing her towards his three buddies. 

Emily wheezes as she catches her breath, and as she steadies herself, the embarrassment and shame washes over her, kneeling nakedly at the feet of three men. Cum, saliva, and tears dripping down her face. She turns back towards her date with puppy dog eyes, but seeing the smirk on his face, she knows there is no point in begging. She said she would do ‘anything’ for his love. Anything…