Housemates Ch. 02

"You may not have thought that all the way through," he laughed. "Think about what you know about Danielle -- do you really think that anything I could do to her would be rape? What I did to you worked because you wouldn't accept that you really are a slut. Danielle doesn't exactly share that particular problem."

"I hadn't really thought about that," I confessed. "There are sexual things you could do to her that she wouldn't be happy about, though."

"Such as?" he probed.

I racked my brain for something other than anal sex. It wasn't that I didn't want Danielle to be sodomized -- in fact, it seemed quite appropriate for the situation. I just didn't want the conversation to turn in that direction out of fear that Trevor might want to discuss my personal situation. Unfortunately, there really wasn't anything else that I could think of -- every other sex act that I could imagine was something that I knew Danielle probably enjoyed. With no other options, I simply hoped that he would keep the conversation on Danielle instead of me.

"You could fuck her in the ass," I suggested.

"I'm shocked," he laughed. "You seemed like such a nice girl, Faith. Are you actually suggesting that I anally rape your friend?"

"She wanted you to anally rape me!" I argued.

"Yeah, she did," he acknowledged. "But Danielle's kind of a cunt, it's almost expected of her. I'd expect better from you."

"I don't see why I can't be a cunt, too," I reasoned. "I had to be a slut just because she wants to be a slut. Why shouldn't that apply to things that she doesn't want?"

"Faith," he laughed, "it's not because of Danielle that you're a slut. It's because you're the kind of girl who will shove a butt plug up her ass and go out for breakfast with a man that she just met. All that Danielle accomplished was forcing you to see yourself as you really are."

I wanted to argue, but I knew that he was right. I was warming up to the idea of being a slut, but it was still fairly embarrassing. Feeling ashamed, I lowered my eyes.

"Don't get so melodramatic," he sighed. "I'm just teasing you. We'll skip the morality of what you're asking -- frankly, morality isn't exactly my strongest suit, anyway. Let's move on to something I actually care about. What exactly is in it for me?"

"I am?" I suggested. "You can use my body however and whenever you please?"

"I do have to admit that I enjoy using your body," he replied, "but you're not really offering me anything that I don't already have. If I refuse you, you don't think that would change my rights to access your body as I please in the slightest, do you?"

"I guess not," I accepted. "I could pay you?"

"I don't want your money," he shot back. "I'm not a whore -- you, on the other hand... Well, that's a discussion for another day."

"Then what do you want?" I asked, unable to think of anything.

"That's kind of the bitch of it, isn't it?" he answered. "Everything you have I either don't want or already have access to. You're not exactly in a strong negotiating position."

He was right, and I knew it. I had nothing to offer -- anything he wanted he could just take, anyway. In an act of desperation, I tried to appeal to his sense of kindness.

"You could do it just to be nice?" I suggested. "Haven't I been a good slut for you? Don't I deserve some kind of reward?"

"You really are adorable, Faith," he laughed. "I believe I've rewarded you with permission to cum twice in the last 12 hours alone. You'd be wise to tread lightly there, too -- if I start feeling like you're not appreciating the kindness that I show you, I may stop being so generous."

I was out of ideas. Looking up at him, I pleaded with my eyes, hoping that he'd take mercy on me. It didn't seem likely, but I had nothing else.

"Oh calm down," he continued. "I'm going to help you -- I just wanted to remind you of your place, first. Really, Faith, you don't think I'd neglect my brand new slut, do you? I'm not a monster."

"Thank you," I gushed, thrilled at the thought of finally taking Danielle down a peg. "So, what's the plan? How are we going to do this?"

"The same way we'll do everything," he shrugged. "I'll do what I do, you'll obey me without question. Don't worry about the details, I assure you that I can manage them on my own. You do trust me, don't you?"

It seemed like such a bizarre question. He had just spent the last night demonstrating to me that I really shouldn't trust him, after all. Still, for some reason I actually did trust him -- even though I knew that I probably shouldn't.

"I do," I admitted.

"You don't need to sound so surprised," he laughed. "I may be occasionally evil, but I'm mostly trustworthy. When I tell you that I'm going to do something, you can generally count on me doing it. For example, in a few minutes I'm going to take you into the bathroom and fuck you in the ass. You do trust that I will, don't you?"

I gulped, realizing that he was serious. I was still uncomfortable with the idea of wearing a butt plug, actually getting fucked in the ass seemed too much. The fact that it would be in a public bathroom wasn't helping either -- it was as if he wanted it to be as degrading as possible. Unfortunately, I knew that I most certainly could trust him to keep that promise.

"I do," I stammered, "but please don't? I'm a virgin back there, and I'd really, really like to keep it that way."

"And yet you don't think Danielle deserves the same luxury," he mused. "I'm going to ask you a rhetorical question, Faith -- if you had to choose between being my slut and being an anal virgin, which would you pick? Before you get your hopes up, you should probably be aware that it doesn't really make a difference which you choose -- I'll be fucking you in the ass either way. Still, I'm curious."

I should have answered immediately that I would prefer to remain an anal virgin, but I didn't. The reality, difficult as it was to accept, was that I didn't know. I couldn't understand why, but the idea of being his slut seemed tremendously appealing to me -- even though I didn't want to admit it. Still, anal sex was tremendously taboo to me, and that was not something that I was eager to change.

"I'd rather be your slut," I guessed. "I wish I could do both, though. Is there any way that I could talk you out of this?"

"Not even the slightest chance," he replied. "I just explained to you that I generally keep my word -- even if I changed my mind and decided I didn't want to, I'd be obligated to fuck your asshole anyway. You wouldn't want me to be comfortable lying to you, would you?"

I'd have much preferred to preserve what little chastity I had left and have him lie to me, but I knew that it didn't really matter. I knew I couldn't talk him out of it; today would be my last day as an anal virgin. Trying to accept that, I realized that while I was still very freaked out by the idea, a part of it was also mildly appealing to me.

Strangely, the same things that were freaking me out were what made it desirable. Anal sex seemed like such a filthy, disrespectful thing to me -- it was something that you do to a whore, not a lady. I wanted to believe that I was a lady, but the recent events were making that increasingly difficult to believe. It wasn't so bad, though. The idea of being used as a whore was still disgusting, but it was also extremely hot.

As I struggled internally over what was going to happen and what it meant for my identity, Trevor paid the check. Standing up, he grabbed me by the arm and led me towards the bathroom. I hated the fact that we would be entering it together, if it were up to me I'd have gone in first and then he'd enter a minute later so as not to alert anyone as to what we were doing. Unfortunately, Trevor didn't seem interested in hiding what he was about to do to me.

Entering the bathroom, Trevor locked the door behind us. It was a small bathroom designed for just one person, for which I was grateful. As humiliating as I knew it was going to be, it would have been even worse if I had to worry about a stranger walking in on us.

Trevor spun me around and bent me over facing the toilet. I placed my hands on the seat as he stood behind me and pulled my pants and panties to the floor. Glancing back, I saw him pull the tube of lubricant from the house out of his pocket and squirt some on his dick. As I closed my eyes, I felt Trevor remove the butt plug, making room for his cock. Realizing that the time had come, I let out a groan of despair.

"Don't get too sad, now," Trevor joked. "I'll put it back in when I'm done. I promise, your little asshole won't remain empty for long."

Trevor placed the head of his cock on my asshole and began to push. As I felt it begin to enter, I began to panic -- his cock was much, much thicker than the butt plug. Where the butt plug had been mildly uncomfortable initially, Trevor's cock was stretching my asshole out to the point of pain. Frightened, I let out a small whimper.

"I can't help but feel that you don't trust me here," he sighed.

"I trust you," I begged, "but it really hurts! Please don't do this? I'm sorry for whatever I did, I promise that I'll be a good slut?"

"Faith," he began, "this isn't some punishment for you're being inadequate. Relax, I like you a lot -- you're currently my favorite person in the whole world, in fact. I'm not mad at you in the slightest."

"Then please don't do this?" I pleaded. "I'm not the kind of girl that does that, and it hurts!"

"See, that's the lack of trust that I'm talking about," he continued. "I'm aware that it hurts. I'm aware that it's going to hurt worse. I'm also aware that you can handle it. You need to trust that I'm not going to break you. As to you not being 'the kind of girl that does that', I can only assume that you're joking. You're a slut, Faith -- this is precisely the kind of thing that you're meant to do."

I don't know why, but his words were actually fairly reassuring. I was still terrified at the thought of losing my anal virginity, but knowing that he cared about me -- even if he only really cared enough to just not break me -- actually made me happy. I probably shouldn't have, but I really did trust him. Unfortunately, there was still the issue of pride and dignity -- I didn't want to be the kind of woman who takes it up the ass, even if the pain was manageable.

"I'm sorry," I began. "You're right; I didn't trust you and I should have. I know that you won't do anything that I can't handle. I really don't want to do this, though. Please don't make me an anal whore? Just fuck me in the pussy instead?"

"I thought we covered this last night," he sighed. "You're a slut, Faith. You accept this, don't you?"

"I do, but I..." I answered.

"There's no 'but I' in this logic," he interrupted. "You're a slut, and that carries with it certain obligations. First and foremost, you're obligated to keep all of your holes ready and available in the event that I feel like using them. When I do choose to use them, you're obligated to show gratitude for the attention -- you're certainly not permitted to second-guess my judgment."

"I'm not second-guessing you!" I argued. "Just please pick a different hole. Please just fuck me in my cunt, I promise I'll take it like a good slut!"

"Relax, slut," he laughed. "I'm not going to neglect your cunt -- I promise you, I'll be dumping plenty of sperm in it in the future; as well as your other two holes. Right now, though, I feel like fucking your asshole -- I've just fucked your cunt twice, and I feel like some variety is in order. Before you say anything, by the way, you'd do well to remember that you ought to be grateful for any attention that I show you, even if it isn't in the hole of your choosing."

His words were painting a very specific picture of our relationship. I could see it in my head -- he'd get horny, I'd obediently present him with the hole of his choice. I could envision him using me without gratitude, as if he was doing me a favor by honoring me with his sperm. Most troubling, I found the idea to be a major turn-on -- I could easily see myself feeling grateful for whatever abuse he tossed my way.

I had already accepted that I was his slut -- hell, I was happy to be his. I had to accept that being his slut meant that I could no longer be an anal virgin. It seemed silly, anyway -- anal sex might have been demeaning and cruel, but so was everything else that I was picturing. If I was going to be his slut, I might as well do it right.

"You're right," I admitted. "I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to doubt you. You have the right to use my body as you please; and I'm grateful for the honor. Thank you."

"That's a good girl," he praised while tenderly stroking my hair. "I knew you'd come to your senses eventually and remind me why you're my favorite slut. Now, try to relax -- this is going to hurt."

Trevor moved his hands to my shoulders and gripped firmly. As he pushed forwards I felt his cock sliding into me. He paused once the head one in all the way, giving me time to adjust. It was painful, uncomfortable, and humiliating; but I was happy. I was making my master feel good, and that was what was important.

After giving me a few seconds to adjust, Trevor continued to slowly push into me. It hurt, but it was manageable. I groaned a bit, but I didn't object. After a few more seconds he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"It's in half the way," he informed me. "How does that make you feel?"

"Good?" I offered, unsure of what answer he wanted.

"What a pathetic answer," he sighed. "I'm not asking you for a one word confirmation that you enjoy this. You've got my cock halfway up your asshole in a public bathroom, tell me how that feels. Be elaborate; I want to really understand what's going on in your whore mind right now."

"I feel like a fucking slut," I blurted out. "I can't believe that I'm actually taking it up the ass. I feel like the lowest whore in the world."

"That's probably an accurate perception," he laughed. "Tell me though, slut -- do you want me to stop?"

I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't. It wasn't that I was afraid of angering him; it was that it wasn't true. He had stated that he wanted to fuck my ass, and I wanted nothing more than to please him. Even if I thought he'd be okay with me saying yes, I'd be afraid that it might make him stop. I didn't want to disappoint him.

"No," I admitted. "I want you to use whichever hole you think would be best, including my asshole. Thank you for doing this."

"You're welcome, slut," he laughed as he continued to push deeper.

The pain was intense, but I didn't ask him to stop. He was moving slow, anyway. After a few more seconds, I felt his thighs pressed up against my ass, and his balls slapping against my cunt. Fully inserted he again paused, giving me time to adjust to his girth. I felt completely impaled, stretched to my limits on his cock.

My mind raced. He was entirely inside me; I was now officially getting fucked in the ass. I was simultaneously ashamed and proud of myself -- I was a slut, but I was a good slut. I was serving my master, pleasuring him exactly in the way that he had wanted. It may have hurt, but this was what I was for.

"Congratulations, Faith," he whispered in my ear as he began to slowly pump his cock in and out of me. "You're now officially a three holed slut. I've had my dick inside every part of you that counts. In the future, we'll be able to skip this stupid pre-fuck drama -- if I want to fuck you, I'll just bend you over and shove it in whichever hole I please. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Thank you," I replied, more sincerely than I would have expected. "You're right -- I would like that very much. Will you be fucking me in the ass frequently?"

"Probably not," he answered. "To be completely honest with you, I prefer your cunt -- that's definitely your best hole. It's self-lubricating, it feels better, and honestly it's just easier. At the same time, it's also mildly dignified -- if I always fuck you there you might start thinking you're my equal or something. I don't want to mislead you, so I'll occasionally remind you what you're for by fucking you in the ass."

"Thank you, Master," I replied as I felt the pain fading away. "I promise I'll try not to forget what I'm for, and I promise that I'll never object to taking your cock up my ass again."

"'Master', huh?" he chuckled while increasing his pace. "I think I like that. It's appropriate enough."

It felt wrong, but I was thrilled that he responded like that. I hadn't meant to address him as "Master", but I had been thinking of him like that. The fact that he liked it made me happy; it meant that he accepted me as his property.

The pain was pretty much entirely gone. Between the butt plug having stretched me out and Trevor's unexpectedly considerate pacing, it no longer hurt in any serious way. Surprisingly, it was actually beginning to feel physically good. As he continued to increase his pace into a steady rhythm, I felt my cunt crying out for attention.

Taking my hand off of the toilet, I reached down between my legs. It felt like a disgustingly slutty thing to do, but my cunt wasn't about to take no for an answer. Besides, "slutty" was no longer a bad thing. As I began to rub my clit, I hoped that Trevor wouldn't mind my acting without his permission.

"And to think," he laughed, "just a few minutes ago you were claiming that you didn't want this. Now you're fucking yourself like a bitch in heat. Tell me, slut -- what kind of a woman reacts like this? It doesn't seem like a proper lady would be fucking herself while getting her asshole fucked in a public bathroom."

"A slut," I answered, with more pride than was probably appropriate. "Your slut, I mean. Do you not approve? I'll stop if you want me to, but I really hope that you don't."

"I approve," he reassured. "Even if I didn't, I couldn't get mad at you. You're only doing what comes natural, after all. You find yourself getting fucked in the ass, so your instinct is to fuck yourself hard. It's not your fault, it's just who and what you are."

His words both shamed me and turned me on. As they echoed in my mind I began rubbing my clit faster, telling myself that this was what I was meant for. Trevor must have noticed -- he picked up his pace as well. By that point he was no longer just slowly sliding his dick in and out of me, he was legitimately fucking me in the ass.

I wanted to show him how committed I was to being his slut. Bracing myself, I began to fuck back against him. It was a little painful, but I wanted to show him how obedient I could be. As I worked into a rhythm that complimented his, I found myself enjoying the act of getting fucked in the ass far more than I would have expected. After a few minutes, I felt an orgasm approaching.

"May I have permission to cum?" I asked.

"I don't know," he teased. "You forgot to call me 'Master', and I'm a bit worried that if I keep giving you permission so easily you'll start expecting it."

"I'm sorry, Master," I pleaded. "May I please cum, Master?"

Trevor didn't answer immediately, but he did keep fucking me. I began to get a bit nervous -- I was sure that he had heard me, and rushing him for an answer seemed unwise. I slowed my pace with my hand, but it wasn't enough to hold off the orgasm -- his powerful thrusts were more than capable of getting me off on their own. I tried desperately to take my mind off of what was happening in the hopes of delaying my orgasm, but it was futile -- with each thrust Trevor brought be back into reality, whether I liked it or not.

"Oh, all right," he laughed after what felt like an eternity. "You can cum, slut. I spoil you, you know."

I managed to squeak out a quick "thank you" before me orgasm began. The orgasm was intense -- between the pressure of having to hold off and the overall depravity of the situation, I was in heaven. As waves of pleasure coursed through my body, I forgot all about where I was and began to moan loudly. Thrusting my fingers into my twat I felt my vaginal muscles contract and quiver.