Messy Jessy

Welcome dear reader and thank you for taking the time to read this story. My first on this website.

This story is based on an ongoing conversation I have with a girl called Jess. She is fast becoming my muse. A delightful 20 something female with an infectious smile and a dirty mind. She recently discovered her inner slut. This story is dedicated to her and her continuing exploration.

Jess is 5’7″, UK size 10 dress, 32D tits, brown hair and eyes, a cute face and firm body that is built for using.

So, to the story…

“What you are doing on Friday night, slut?” you heard my question before you had time to answer as you picked up my phone call. It was Tuesday afternoon. You were working from home, and it was quiet. We had been messaging throughout the morning and you had been desperate for my attention. I teased you by delaying my replies so your need for me was strong.

“Erm..Hello Sir, this Friday? Well, I was supposed to be going out with my boyfriend, why Sir?”

“Cancel your plans I need your slutty body for a little something Friday night. You will love it more than any night out with your boyfriend. Message me when you want details.” And with that I hung up.

Your mind was in a daze at this point. Your body, on hearing my voice and calling you slut, immediately responded and you felt that familiar tingle in your pussy, your nipples hardening.

‘No playing or cumming from now until Friday either, slut, I know you want to have a sly play after my call. Sir’ You bit your bottom lip then pouted as you read my text. How does he know me soo fucking well! You thought as you carried on working trying to distract yourself.

After a long afternoon you finally called it a day and logged out. Slipping your shoes on, you grabbed your keys and bag and headed out to pick up your other half. The journey there and back was fairly quiet apart from the usual pleasantries. On arriving home, you started to get dinner ready. However, your curiosity kept drawing you to your phone.

You wanted more details on Friday, you wanted to know what was going to happen. Shaking your head, you smiled. Sir and his mind games, he always knows how to reel me in! Dinner was soon cooked and served. You and your man talked about the day and what the rest of the week held. Spotting an opportunity to mention Friday, you took a breath and started talking.

Your boyfriend and you had agreed to go out on Friday for a date night. It was your idea initially, trying to get a spark back into your relationship. Luckily, as you were talking about a possibly rearranging it for another night, your boyfriend mentioned he had been invited out with some of his friends. You enthusiastically encouraged it, mentioning you might be out on Friday with the girls from work. Both happy with the outcome you continued with your evening.

Eventually your curiosity got too much, and you messaged me.

‘Sir, tell me more about Friday, pleeeeeaassseeee!!! I need to know what you have planned! pleeease I promise to be good!’

‘Slut, well you lasted longer than I thought. Maybe you were busy. I knew you would fold soon enough!’

You blushed as you read my reply. ‘I have a friend that is getting married soon and the entertainment has been cancelled due to illness so they asked if I knew of anyone who could fill in. Obviously, I thought of you, slut’ You blushed again, eyes widening this time, followed by a grin. Then the realisation that, at the mention of me thinking about you and needing you for entertainment, had you instantly excited confirming that you really were a needy attention seeking whore.

More questions from you followed, as always, I gave vague answers just to keep you on edge. By the time you went to bed you pretty much knew I was whoring you out to the stag and his mates. I went to touch your aching wet pussy but then remembered what I had told you. Sighing heavily, you removed your hand away from your crotch and tried to get some sleep.

Tuesday led into Wednesday. More teasing from me all day. Your need for my attention had you reading all my messages and replying. This only stoked your arousal. Wednesday night had you desperate to touch yourself. You tried anything to distract your mind from wandering to what Friday night would bring. Another fitful night of sleep. Wednesday into Thursday. You managed to avoid reading my messages until 10:30.

After just reading the first two your mind was once again in the gutter, your pussy craving to be touched as it slowly dampened your knickers. You replied and it opened the flood gates. Literally. Again, I teased and tormented you with my stories, potential Friday night scenarios and my verbal humiliation. You lapped it all up like a thirsty puppy. Thursday evening had you rubbing your thighs together so much they were red by the time you went to bed. Not that you could sleep. Friday loomed ever closer, promising to finally give you release.

‘Morning slut, this is the only message you will receive from me until 18:00. When I will message you with instructions for this evening. Before you ask, the reason I am not messaging you until the time stated is because I want you horny wet and desperate for attention. Have a great day at work. Try and keep your mind out of the gutter please you pathetically useless cum dump. Sir’

You read this message at 07:00. Eleven hours without contact. You nearly cried. Then your need to be denied realised in your head and you moaned out as your pussy twitched. Fuck! He knew exactly how to treat me! Damn him! You thought, shaking your head and smiling. You managed to drag your sorry ass out of bed and get ready for work. At least you were working from home.

Not surprisingly the day seemed to go on forever! Even though you knew I wouldn’t contact you until 18:00 you still kept checking your phone on the off chance I had caved and messaged you. No such luck. As the day continued your need for my attention, any attention, increased to embarrassing levels. Only matched by the embarrassingly wet knickers you were wearing. Even the hardness of your aching nipples was apparent.

Finally, after a tortuous day, picking up your boyfriend, feeding him and watching him get ready before heading out, you sat on your sofa clock watching until 18:00….seven minutes to go…..could this day go any fucking slower! You screamed in your head. Even deep breathing did not help. Nothing helped. Only getting my message would fucking help.

‘Evening slut, grab a shower, do your usual girly stuff, hair plaited into two plaits, so the gents have something to hold on to, make up slutty, obviously, then put on your black lace bra and thong and your buttoned up dress, finish off with the black patent heels. I want you looking like a conservative vicar’s wife. Be ready by 19:30. I will be outside in my car.’ That was all I wrote.

You shook your head. Detailed. Precise. Direct. Very Sir. You giggled at the vicar’s wife comment. Knowing full well that opportunity had long gone. Following my instructions to the letter, smiling at how uncommon it was for you to actually follow instructions, you soon found yourself ready and primed by 19:25. Primed indeed. You’d been primed since Tuesday fucking afternoon!!

You swayed down the walkway to my car. You couldn’t help swinging your hips. It had become a natural progression as you embraced your inner slut. Getting into the car I looked you up and down. Smiling appreciatively. I leaned in for a kiss and you accepted it willingly. You felt your whole body tingle at my touch.

As I drove, we chatted happily about your day and me denying you. We both laughed at this. Acknowledging just how far our dynamic had come since we first met. You glowed from within as I gave you my attention. Something you could never get enough of. You relaxed into the seat feeling at ease if somewhat horny still. After a short drive we arrived at a hotel. I pulled into the carpark and turned off the engine. I turned to you.

“Right then, slut. Its showtime. I will walk you in and introduce you. Then I will lead you to the stag. He will be the man sitting on the chair in the middle of the room blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back” you raised your eyebrow and pouted “Yeah yeah don’t get any ideas or be jealous, concentrate! I will put you in the same position tomorrow, if you are good”.

“Now, where was i? oh yeah, you will perform a strip tease to whatever music they put on. You will strip naked. Then you will kneel in front of him and take out his cock and give him the sloppiest wettest blow job you can. Then once that is over, you are free to get up close and personal with the rest of them. And when I say ‘free to get up close and personal’ you will get up close and personal with all of them. Understood?” You nod and smile.

“Any questions?” You thought for a moment. “You will be there won’t you Sir?” I looked into your eyes, noticing a hint of fear. Pulling your face into me I whispered “I am always here. I will be in the room making sure it all goes well. Any problems and I will sort them. No one will hurt you and if I get a whiff of malice off any of them, I will make sure they know full well that they are not welcome. Understood?” you gave me a big beam then kissed me.

I got out of the car, walked to your side, opened the door, took your hand and led you into the hotel lobby.

I walked us to the eating area at the far end and we sat on a couple of stools to the left giving us a view of the lobby and the full length of the bar. The hotel was high end and was tastefully decorated.

I ordered us drinks. “I thought it best to settle your nerves before going to the room” You smiled. I called over the young lady serving, and she dealt with my order. I watched her until we had our drinks then turned to you. You were frowning playfully “What, my sweet fuck doll? You know I like to tease you!” we both laughed and took a sip of our drinks.

You looked around at the place. We sat people watching, passing the odd comment to each other as we drank. Soon it was time to go. I walked us to the lift, again taking your hand in mine. Once in the lift I pressed the button for the Penthouse suite.