House Slut - S01 E98

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House Slut - S01 E98

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 98

After that she lost track. Her entire little world was filled with the sounds of men’s heavy breathing and slapping skin as they jerked themselves and more jizz rained onto her face and hair and chest. By the time it was done, with an estimated thirteen men unloading on her herface was dripping with their sticky goo and she carefully cracked one eye open, a strand of spunk partially obscuring her vision.

“The second step is to record your new reality for posterity.” The Speaker held out her phone, which had apparently been given to him by Sam who had carried it for her owing to her absence of pockets. Feeling somewhat stunned she took it gingerly and looked at it dumbstruck as he went over to the other woman and handed it to her. “Take a self-photo with your device, as a memento.”

Tegan unlocked her phone and opened the camera app, switching it to selfie mode. She looked down at the image of her own face, caked with semen that clung to her pale freckled skin. She had never seen herself like this before – even the photo album that her housemates her prepared for her that one time had only shown her blindfolded and gagged face, but here she was, exposed and splattered. After a long minute of trepidation, she took a couple of selfies from the chest up, capturing her messy face and the drips of cum clinging to her small tits. She expected to have her phone take from her again but instead once she was done the speaker continued.

“Now the final challenge: you must meet the devil himself.” The Speaker paused dramatically as Tegan and the other woman exchanged glances. “It is exceedingly unlikely that either of you came to us as a virgin, which means you have at least one partner you have previously had an intimate relationship with. *********** one of them, and reveal your new self to them, and offer to submit yourself.”

“What do you mean by that, exactly?” The other woman interrupted.

“Send them the picture. If they reply, you will offer yourself, in total submission, for forty-eight hours. Should they accept, you will complete the challenge – your patron will verify that this is complete. When that forty-eight hours ends, you will have completed the final challenge.”

“You want us to hook up with an ex? And let them do whatever they want?”

“Correct.”

“I mean… we’re no longer together for a reason.” The woman objected.

“I would not require you to offer yourself to an abuser – you are at liberty to choose whichever person you are most comfortable with. But the challenge is not meant to be an easy one – I am challenging you to face your devil, and come through stronger for it.” The Speaker said, with a tone of sympathetic understanding.

“Just… out of curiosity, not that I haven’t mostly enjoyed myself this evening… what am I getting out of going through with this?” The woman asked. Tegan was curious about that too… all night she had felt compelled to keep challenging herself each step of the way, and while she was prepared to accept that she had become a total slut in every sense of the word, the idea of revealing that to someone outside her circle was difficult – and who knew what she would be in for if she offered herself completely. While she hardly wanted to give up after coming so far, there had to be some kind of end goal here.

“Ah.” The Speaker acknowledged. “In a sense this act is its own reward. If you can overcome this challenge you will have accepted your reality that you will do – and are capable of – anything. You will defeat your demons. In another more tangible sense, you and your patron will be inducted into a very exclusive community and have access to future events. You will have run your gauntlet and never have to submit again – but we can tailor events to your liking and fulfil any desires you wish to have fulfilled. As you can see…” He swept his arm around the assembled men “…we have many willing and able-bodied candidates who will work tirelessly to bring your fantasies to life.”

“So you’re saying that my reward for being a fuck slave for a night and letting one of my exes dominate me for an entire weekend is that I get access to events where I have more sex?” The woman asked dubiously.

“Once you have defeated the devil, these demons become your servants.” The Speaker clarified.

There was a long pause and Tegan looked to the other woman who exchanged a glance with her then looked back down at her phone to quietly regard the picture of herself.

“What if our uh… devil, doesn’t want to participate?” Tegan asked.

“If we can verify that you submitted in good faith and were rejected, then you have still fulfilled your obligation to the community.” The Speaker answered.

“Fuck it.” The woman said and tapped her phone with rapid strokes, her well experienced texting thumbs clicking at the keyboard. There was a soft chime as her phone confirmed her message was sent.

“Do I have to choose now?” Tegan asked hesitantly.

“No, but soon. Don’t overthink it – go with your gut. Surely there is someone who you would like to show the new you.” The Speaker answered.

Tegan mulled over her options. She only had a few exes one of which was Bethany. As far as she knew Bethany was still one hundred percent into girls and probably wouldn’t respond well to Tegan sending her a picture of herself in this state. Plus, being female, probably wasn’t in the spirit of the challenge. The second was the guy she’d lost her virginity to, and they had been out of contact far too long. The person she was circling around thinking about was her most recent ex: the one she had broken up with because he wanted her to be someone she wasn’t. The one who had tried to get her to show off to his friends, or have a threesome, the one who had first convinced her to try anal. Since breaking up with him she had done everything he wished she would do and much much more. She didn’t carry a flame for him – she considered all of her exes to be history and never gave them any real thought, but if there was one person that she felt would be most astonished, even devastated by her transformation and what he would no longer have, it was him. Jackson. She still remembered with a bitterness that hadn’t fully faded the last fight they had had.

They’d been at a party and a friendly game of pool had turned into a doubles competition against one of Jackson’s friend’s and his girlfriend. He tried to convince her that it would be fun if they made the game a strip game when an item of clothing would be removed for every penalty incurred. Tegan knew she would inevitably wind up naked in front of a party full of people she barely knew and was far from comfortable with the idea. It was the last in a long series of events where he had tried to get her to participate in a strip game or flash his friends and she had finally had enough. She left the party and took an Uber home, declining all his calls and only sending one text telling him where she had left her key. That was the last thing she sent him before moving out of their shared unit into her current residence which she shared with Sam, Brandon and Angus.

She wondered how things might have played out differently if she had gone along with it, or if he’d been more patient with her. Had his pushing sowed the seeds of her current situation? Had she, deep down, been waiting to bloom into the woman she was now, and just needed more careful cultivation? Maybe he deserved to know what he had lost, and it would bring her closure. It made sense. She opened up their iMessage history that sat untouched for nearly a year and sent him the picture, then locked and handed off her phone to Sam.

“It is done!” The Speaker said, raising his hands. “Your patrons will update us when the challenge is completed and we will hold an induction ceremony. Now, unless our lovely, exhausted angels, have any final requests of the assembled demons…” he paused and when neither of them spoke up continued “…then it is my pleasure to call the evening to a close. Please feel free to avail yourself of the shower facilities. Your patron has provided us with a change of clothes to travel home in which will be waiting for you.

Everyone vegan to disperse and Sam helped Tegan to her feet, escorting her out of the ballroom and down a hallway towards the bathrooms.

“You were amazing.” He said gently.

“Did you know? Like, everything they were going to do?”

“No, they gave us a brief outline and I had to make educated guesses, but I didn’t know everything.” Sam said earnestly.

“Did you think I would make it?”

“I don’t think you’re a quitter, but I wouldn’t have been disappointed if you didn’t go all the way.”

“I feel a bit sick.” Tegan said, patting her stomach.

“I’m not surprised.” They stopped outside the bathrooms. “Are you gonna be ok? I don’t think I can go in with you.”

“I’ll be ok.” Tegan patted Sam gently on the arm and went in to get cleaned up.

Tegan and the other woman entered the bathroom together. It was not dissimilar to the style of the bathroom at the last party she had attended, the one she’d been paid for – but this was smaller, much like the house was overall in comparison with only three shower heads in the communal shower area. She saw one of her dresses and her shoes sitting next to a towel and took the shower closest, turning on the water and using her wetted hands to scrape the gunk off her skin before adjusting the temperature to warm.

“Ugh, I’m beat.” Said the other woman.

“I’m going to ache for days.” Tegan agreed, turning to face her letting the water run down her back. “I’m Tegan by the way.” It felt unusual to offer her real name up front.

“Zoe.” The other woman answered, massaging soap into her heavy breasts. “So… what’s your deal?”

“My deal?”

“Yeah… like why are you here. Who brought you?” Zoe clarified.

“I was brought by one of my housemates. Honestly I came because I was asked, I didn’t really think about it.” Tegan said, lathering herself up with body wash.

“Wow.” Zoe said. “I was brought by my boyfriend. We’ve been swinging for about a year, and I do cam shows as a side gig. Sometimes with him but mostly solo.”

“That sounds fun.” Tegan said fascinated “That might be a cool way to make extra cash.”

“It’s mostly about the tease, but it’s amazing what some guys will pay to see you put stuff in your butt, especially if you make it look like it hurts.”

“So you have some practice with that.” Tegan said wryly.

“Oh yeah.” Zoe said, returning Tegan’s smile. “No offence but when I saw the look on your face when you saw that dildo I knew I had the challenge in the bag. Did you enjoy the cocktail?”

“No, but more than I would have trying to fit that thing in my ass.” Tegan conceded.

“Different strokes.” Zoe shrugged, turning back around to wash her front. “I personally hate cum. The texture makes it a real struggle to swallow. My boyfriend doesn’t mind, because it means he can facial me as much as he wants. So you screw your housemate often?”

“I screw all of them.” Tegan admitted. It felt easy to admit that to Zoe, considering her side gig. “A few months ago I offered to let them start sharing me in exchange for paying my rent and bills.”

“Wow, and this was part of that deal?”

“No, the deal is for regular sex only. But I am open to other suggestions. Some things I say no to, but not many.”

“Ah.” Zoe finished rinsing off and turned off the water. “That’s pretty adventurous. So you’re not really in a relationship right now?”

“Not really. Not many guys would be down for being in a relationship with someone who’s got a free use deal with her roomies.” Tegan finished rinsing off as well and reached for her towel, drying herself. “You said you and your boyfriend swing?”

“Yeah, we go to clubs. Do partner swapping, sometimes he loans me out to couples looking for a unicorn. He also sometimes acts as a bull for cucks.”

Tegan parsed the terminology, pretty sure she understood all that.

“So he’s cool with you offering yourself to an ex for this challenge?”

“Can’t imagine why he wouldn’t be, considering he just spent the night watching a bunch of strangers rail me. But we’ll talk about it before I commit.” Zoe shrugged as she finished drying off and pulled on a tight cropped t-shirt that barely covered her nipples, leaving plenty of underboob, and a pair of tiny shorts. Tegan finished drying herself and pulled on her dress Sam had supplied. Typically, there was no underwear.

“Hey, this might sound weird but would you be interested in sharing your number?” Zoe asked, picking up her phone. “Like, maybe we could do something sometime, since you’re not attached?”

“That is weird…” Tegan thought about it for a minute “…but fuck it, sure.”

Tegan had left her phone with Sam but gave Zoe her number with instructions to text her so she could save it, and then they left the bathroom together. Sam was waiting back in the ballroom and handed her her phone as they walked outside together.

“You’ve been blowing up.” Sam commented.

“Are you surprised?” Tegan chided him.

“Not really.” Sam smirked. “So who’d you send the pic to?”

“Well since I guess you have to know, my ex, Jackson. Did I ever tell you about him?”

“Don’t think so.”

“He used to try and get me to play strip games and show me off to his friends.” Tegan clung to Sam’s arm for energy, she was feeling an ache down below and walking was hard. “If only he could see me now.”

“Seems like he probably will.”

“Did you read my messages?” Tegan asked.

“Well no, but his name came up on your lock screen.”

“Ah.”

They returned to the car together and Tegan opted to sit in the back seat so she could recline sideways with her feet up while she read her messages. Sam drove, occasionally peppering the silence with questions about whether she enjoyed herself and how she was feeling, but Tegan’s attention was mostly on her phone. She saw the message from Zoe, who had thrown her cum-selfie in, as well as a shot of her pussy and tits from below for good measure. Tegan saved her details and, feeling daring, sent her own cum-selfie in return.

Then she turned her attention to the message thread with Jackson.

>> WTF

>> Tegan?

>> Did you get hacked???

Hey. <<

Miss me? <<

>> Did you get hacked or smth

No <<

Just thought you might want to see what I’ve been up to since we broke up <<

>> ngl that’s hot

>> But surprised to hear from you

Well you remember why we broke up <<

>> We didn’t really get to talk about it

We talked about it all the time, Jax <<

You tried to push me to do things I wasn’t ready to do <<

>> Sorry Teegz

>> But why msg me now then? With that pic?

Because I’ve changed a lot since then <<

>> You want to get back together?

No <<

>> :/

But I will let you have me <<

One last time <<

>> Like a booty call?

I mean you own me for 48 hours <<

And you can do whatever you want <<

>> Bullshit

No bullshit. You free next weekend? <<

>> Uh yeah, but I’m struggling to believe you.

That pic not proof enough? <<

>> Could b shopped

Tegan lifted her skirt and took a pic of her pussy, trying to get an angle with her face in the shot. Her lips were still puffy and red from the repeated fucking and her efforts with the dildo.

Good enough? <<

>> If I say no will you keep sending me pics?

One more <<

>> Spread your pussy

Tegan complied, spreading herself with her fingers and giving her a closeup shot of her soft pink folds and exposed clit. She didn’t really see the appeal of such a macroscopic view without context, but maybe that was because she was a girl. Guys liked it for some reason.

>> Fuck you got me hard

He sent her a picture of his hand wrapped around his cock.

Next weekend. 48 hours. You own me. <<