Titcage (Chapter 24)

Chapter 24
ELENA’S PARTY

On the way home Claire stopped at the park. Naked and kneeling with her legs spread, she pissed and masturbated herself to a very satisfying orgasm. Rather than barely tasting her piss as she had in the past, she cupped her hands and scooped whole handfuls to her lips for her to drink. It reminded her of her sexual experiences today with Sluthole and with Jim and it tasted oddly good; she came quickly and hard, shuddering for long minutes afterwards. In front of her as she masturbated was her slut-abuse porn from her wallet.

Her father was out when she got home, so she got inside without comment on her pissy clothes or her wet pussy. She ran up to the bathroom and had a quick shower, before heading to her bedroom to dress for Elena’s party.

All her clothes now were sexual – there were no “nice girl” options – but she could at least try to look semi-classy. She picked a very short red mini-skirt, a belt to go with it, and a loose red top that managed to show both cleavage and side-boob. She thought she looked like a prostitute, but at least an expensive prostitute. She was halfway through picking out panties when she realised that no one had specifically asked her to wear any tonight, and that therefore per her rules she would have to go without.

She checking in a mirror and found that while standing upright with her legs together her skirt covered her pussy adequately. However, if she bent, sat, or moved her legs too much it would be clear she was wearing no panties. She reached down and idly fingered her smooth, bare cunt. She wished she wasn’t going to this party as she was sure she would reveal her new sluttiness to all her old friends. But she’d promised Ben.

She moaned, and then suddenly realised her idle toying with her pussy had become masturbation without her even realising it. She had two fingers buried to the knuckle in her cunt. She withdrew them guiltily and licked them clean, and then swiped her pussy with her hand and licked it again to clean up the juices she’d just produced. What kind of slut had she become? What if she started masturbating without realising it at the party? Her face grew hot as she blushed. She was suddenly uncomfortable aware of her stomach-full of semen and piss. She felt like everyone would be able to somehow tell that she’d spent most of the day with men’s cocks in her mouth.

Ben arrived shortly afterwards, and Claire ran downstairs to meet him. He had brought his car, a large four-wheel drive, and Claire jumped happily into the passenger seat. She leaned across and gave him a warm hug, and he put an arm around her in response as he began to drive the car away from her house.

‘It’s good to see you, Fucktwat,’ he said as he drove, one hand on the wheel and the other around her shoulders.

‘It’s good to see you too,’ she said, and then became aware that the car was stopping. They had only just gone around the corner from her house; it was only just out of sight.

‘What’s up?’ she asked, still hugging him as he was still holding her.

Ben cleared his throat uncomfortable. He looked down at his pants. Claire followed his gaze and saw that his cock was hard, straining against the crotch of his trousers.

‘I thought maybe we could, you know, mess around a bit.’

He wanted her to masturbate him, she knew. But if she did he would cum, and make a mess. And besides, Claire had learned a new trick.

She leant down into his lap and pulled his cock from his pants. Then she wrapped her lips around it and began to slowly fellate him.

Ben gasped happily and began to softly stroke her hair. ‘Thank you,’ he said. Claire said nothing in reply, just kept sucking.

The position she needed to be in to do this worked mischief on her clothes. She was basically on all fours, her knees on the passenger seat, her ass pressed against the passenger seat window, and her head in Ben’s lap. It made her skirt fall down to fully expose her bare ass and pussy, and it made her tits swing free of her dress and bump against Ben’s legs.

Ben seemed to enjoy the view. He hesitantly reached beneath her to feel her breasts, and she moaned appreciatively as his hand brushed across her nipple. Encouraged, he began to squeeze and rub her boobs as she bobbed her head up and down on his dick.

‘It feels so good, Fucktwat,’ Ben moaned. ‘So good. You’re so good at this.’ The praise made Claire feel special and loved. She wanted to touch her pussy but was trying to control her sluttiness, and so just let it get wet and drool. When her ass bumped against the car window, she felt her slut juices smearing on it. She didn’t care.

Soon Ben came, filling her mouth with warm, salty jism, which she swallowed greatfully. She sucked him a few minutes longer, extracting the last of his juice, and then took her mouth away. She looked down at his cock and realised that something felt wrong. Suddenly she realised – she was supposed to have waited for instructions to swallow. She couldn’t fix that, but she also realised that Ben hadn’t wiped his cock clean on her face. She didn’t want to do that because then it would be visible at the party, so she compromised by lifting her left tit, and smearing the last bubble of sperm on the tip of his cock over the underside of her udder.

That done, she adjusted her clothing, pulling her skirt down and tucking her fuckbags back into her blouse. She looked at her cunt slime smeared on the passenger window, and, without even thinking about it, leant forward and licked it up with her tongue.

Ben looked at her in amazement. ‘You really are a… sexy girl now,’ he said. Claire could hear the word he’d meant to say though. He was going to say she really was a slut. She blushed. ‘Thank you,’ she said quietly. And then, remembering she needed to compliment men, she said, ‘Your cock tasted good. Thank you for letting me suck on it.’

‘Any time,’ he said. He tucked his cock back in his pants guiltily, and then started the car again and headed on to the party.

The party was at a large, attractive suburban house. Elena’s parents were moderately wealthy, Claire remembered. There were already other cars parked outside. Ben and Claire parked and headed for the day, Claire tugging at her skirt and hoping she didn’t look like too much of a whore.

The door was answered by Elena herself, a pretty, buxom blonde. Claire’s eyes automatically went to Elena’s tits. It never occurred to Claire – and nor would it, the rest of that night – that there were no cameras here and no Titcage employees, and no one would know if she broke her rules.