I was doing the dishes when my phone buzzed in my pocket.It was an incoming text message.I wiped my hands and looked around.My wife was in the next room, talking to her friend Annie.I checked, and my heart sank.The message was from Bill.

The text of it read, "I'm hard.Meet me in back by the dumpster in 30 min."I bit my lip.How was I going to explain going to work this late?I thought for a minute, and then set my cell phone so that it rang.I answered it and pretended it was a call.

"Hello?Oh, hi Bill, what's up?"I listened for a minute, and then said, "Let me check."Still holding the phone, I walked into the living room, where my wife and her friend were relaxing with some wine.

"Honey?It's Bill," I said to her."He's found some problems with one of the accounts and needs to see me."

"Right now?" said my wife.

"I'm afraid so.I'm sorry, but he said it couldn't wait.Do you mind?I should be back in an hour or two."

She looked at Annie and shrugged."Well, if you'd rather spend the night at work, I guess I can't stop you.Annie and I will just have to entertain ourselves."They laughed and sipped their wine.

I left the room and put in a jacket.It was a chilly evening, and I wasn't looking forward to being outside.I kissed my wife, and left for work.

I was angry.Angry with myself, and angry with Bill.I was his supervisor, and what we were doing would get us both fired if it was found out.With a wife and a supervisory role, though, I had more to lose.

It had started two months ago, shortly after I'd hired him.Bill was a big, handsome guy, but that wasn't the reason I had taken him on. I'd never done anything with a man before.Sure, I'd thought about it, but the idea of doing anything with a guy had stopped me cold; I was content to just fantasize.

It had started at a conference we'd gone to.One night, he'd invited me to his hotel room, and we'd gotten drunk.The next thing I knew, he was kissing me on the bed, his body on top of mine.Why I went along with it, I still don't know.The evening ended with me blowing him, and loving it.After blowing his load in my mouth, I staggered back to my own room, wondering what the hell I'd just done.

After that I was embarrassed and didn't want a repeat, but that didn't stop Bill.A few days later we went out to lunch.While driving in his SUV, he'd unbuckled his pants and pulled his cock out, and told me to suck it.When I protested, he'd grabbed my head and forced me down to it, so I sucked it like he wanted while he drove.I couldn't deny that I enjoyed it, and judging by his responses, he enjoyed having me do it.

After that, he'd grown more demanding, more insistent.Now it was several times a week I had him in my mouth.Once, when I'd tried to stop him, he'd threatened to expose me, so I backed down.That night he fucked me in his apartment, hard and fast, and I found out I enjoyed that, too.He'd called me his bitch then, and told me if I wanted to keep this a secret, I'd do whatever he wanted.

Which was why I was pulling into work at 9pm.I drove around the back to where the dumpsters were.It was pretty secluded and dark, but I wrinkled my nose at the thought of doing anything back there.I was right on time, but Bill wasn't to be seen.I got out of the car and walked slowly to the spot, looking around.I didn't see anybody, which made me feel better.

When I got to the dumpster, I noticed a note taped to it.I looked at it and read, "Bitch:Take off all your clothes and put them in the plastic bag.You don't want them to get dirty, do you?Do it NOW. P.S. You're going to beg tonight!""It wasn't signed, but I knew Bill's handwriting.

I stood there with my mouth open.He couldn't be serious!I couldn't do it, I just couldn't... but all the while I stood there, telling myself I wouldn't do it, my cock was growing hard in my pants.I realized I was arguing with myself, all the while knowing I would do as I was told.

I took off my jacket and put it in the bag.My shirt followed it. Looking around again, I quickly removed my shoes, then my pants and boxers.After a moments hesitation I took off my wedding ring and watch.Lastly, I took off my socks.The concrete was cold beneath my feet and I shivered.I couldn't believe it; I was naked in the parking lot, shivering, but hard.I prayed that no one would come by; it would be the end of everything.I slid over to the building and tried to make myself unnoticeable.The concrete felt filthy on the soles of my feet.Where the hell was Bill?

And what the hell was wrong with me?This was insane!If I got caught I'd be fired, arrested, jailed... why couldn't I just say no, instead of acting like some kind of stupid...

Slut.I stopped suddenly, and came to the realization that Bill had turned me into a slut.I couldn't stop myself from obeying him.No matter how much I complained or hated myself, the fact remained that I wanted, needed, his cock.I needed his presence, his power, his will focused on me, bending me to his desire.And I was naked in the parking lot because I knew if I did there was a chance he would give me what I needed.I touched my erection and bit my lip with pleasure, and waited in the darkness.

After a few minutes, I heard the sound of a car entering the front lot.Oh shit, I thought, looking around wildly.It was probably Bill, but if it wasn't... what if it was a security guard?I gasped when the vehicle came around the corner of the building.It wasn't Bill's SUV, it was a car!The headlights swept over me for a moment, blinding me, and I scuttled sideways to hide behind the dumpster. There was a lot of trash on the ground, but I didn't care, I had to hide.Maybe the driver hadn't seen me.

Hoped died, though, when the car pulled to a halt by the dumpster. The engine stopped, but the headlights were still on, illuminating my hiding place.I whimpered as I heard a car door open and close, and footsteps approach.My mind was full of terror.

Just as I saw the man's silhouette round the dumpster, he clicked on a flashlight and shined it in my face.I was blinked, totally blinded, cowering naked in the trash.

"Well, well, well," said a voice I didn't recognize."It looks like I've found me a faggot!"

A small sound escaped me.I wanted so desperately to vanish, or to wake up and discover that this was a horrible nightmare.

"What's the matter, faggot?Did your boyfriend dump you back here?" the man laughed.

My brain started working again.Whoever this guy was, he didn't recognize me.Maybe I could get out of this situation somehow.

"Y-yes, he did," I squeaked.I was so frightened my voice barely worked.

"Let me guess, he caught you cheating on him?" asked the man, still invisible behind the glare of the flashlight.I nodded my head, trying to formulate a plan."I bet he caught you sucking some other guy's dick, huh?"I didn't say anything at that, just lowered my eyes to the ground."Yep, I thought so," he chuckled.

"Well, crawl on out of there, fag," the man said, motioning with his flashlight.When I hesitated, he said "If you make me come in after you I'll beat you to a pulp.Now move!"

I started to crawl out, afraid of disobeying him.When I emerged from behind the dumpster into the glare of the headlights I still couldn't see.Still on all fours, I squinted up.

"Now why don't you give me a reason why I shouldn't call the cops," the man said.

"Please," I said."This was a mistake, I won't do it again!"

"That's not good enough," he said."Give me a better reason!"

My mind was racing.I had to convince this stranger to let me go, and I couldn't think of anything!"Because... because... " I lowered my gaze, and my eyes locked on the guy's crotch.I could se his erection through his khakis.Suddenly I knew what he wanted."Because I'll suck your cock if you let me go!"I cried out.

"Oh yeah?"And why would I want my dick sucked by a cheap little bitch like you?" he sneered.I reached for his bulge, but he knocked my hand away."Tell me!"

"Because I'll suck it really good!"I stammered."Please, please, let me suck it!I'll do a really good job, I swear!"

"Hmmmm..." The guy took a moment, savoring my discomfort.I reached my hand up again, and this time he didn't stop me.My hand caressed his hard cock through his pants."You must really like cock, huh?How many blow jobs have you given today, bitch?"

"I... I don't remember," I said, working his cock."A lot, I guess."I started to unzip his pants with shaky hands.

"Well, I guess one more won't hurt," he said.I felt a flood of relief; he'd let me go if I blew him!Then he said, "If you do everything I want right now, I guess I won't call the cops.But this had better be a damn good blow job!"

"Oh, it will be,"I said, pulling down his pants."I promise, I'll suck it so nice!Thank you!"With his pants around his knees, I pulled down his boxers, and his hard cock sprang free.It was a nice size, not as big as Bill's, but still bigger than my own cock, which was hard again.I leaned forward to kiss it, but he grabbed my head and stopped me.

"Not so fast," he said.With one hand holding my head, he grabbed the base of his cock with the other and slapped my face with it, hard.I yelped, because it hurt!He smacked me again, and a third time.

"What do you want?" he asked me.

"Your cock!I want to suck it!" I moaned, as he spanked my face again."Please, please, let me suck it!I need it!"And I did. Never mind the fact that he was blackmailing me, I suddenly really wanted that dick in my mouth.You slut, I thought to myself.It didn't matter.I was staring at it, mesmerized by it's throbbing length.

"So suck it, bitch!"He thrust forward into my open mouth, and pushed it deep inside.I started to suck it like my life depended on it, because maybe it did.

I slurped and sucked like a cocksucker possessed. He pumped his hips, and held my head still, so I focused on his cock.Honestly, it didn't taste all that good; I think he could have used a bath, but that didn't matter.All that mattered was that I do my absolute best, and I was.I moaned with lust; my hands grabbed his flabby ass and squeezed it.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned."Fuckin' slut fag.Eat my fuckin' cock!"He let go of my head, so I slid my eager lips up and down the length of it, making obscene noises with my mouth.Up and down, quickly, it slipped out of my mouth at one point, and I rubbed it all over my face, smearing myself with my saliva and his pre-cum.

"God, I love your cock!" I groaned.

He pulled me back and slapped me with it again."Hah!You love any cock, don't you?"

"Yes... yes!I love any cock!"

"Are you a little cocksucking slut?" he pressed.

I didn't care, I was insane with lust."Yes!I'm a cocksucking slut!Fuck my face with your cock, please!"Needing no more prompting, he grabbed my head with both hands and started pumping. His cock battered the back of my throat; I adjusted my position on my knees to allow it to slip down into my gullet.

"Yeah, take it!Slurp that cock, motherfucker!And look at me while you do it!"I tilted my head up slightly and squinted; he had the flashlight pointed right into my face.I still hadn't seen what he looked like; I just knew he wasn't Bill.Still, I let this horrible stranger rape my mouth with his hard on.I was in heaven, feeling the firm length of it slide in and out of my mouth and throat, hearing the sounds it made, loving the way it tasted.I wasn't really afraid of anything right now; all I could think about was being a good cocksucker, the BEST cocksucker.

When he pulled out of my mouth again I waited to be slapped in the face with it, but he didn't do that.Instead he grabbed my hair with his strong hands and hauled me to my feet."Ow!Oooow!" I said, my voice hoarse from all that throat pumping.

"Shut up, bitch," he said.Once on my feet, he turned me around so my back was to him, his erection pressed against my upper buttocks.One of his hands pressed around my throat, not choking me, but holding me in place.He put his other hand up to my face and shoved two fingers into my mouth.Instinctively I started sucking on them.

After they were good and wet, he removed his hand.He moved me over to the dumpster and bent me over it.The smell was foul!His knee forced my legs apart, and suddenly I felt his wet fingers forcing themselves into my ass.

"What?"I stammered."No, please, let me suck it, I want to suck it!"His fingers hurt as they worked into me, pumping in and out.

"You want this too, bitch.If you want to keep your little ass out of jail, your gonna take it wherever I want to put it, and I want to put it up your pretty little butt!"He smacked my ass hard with his hand, and I yelped and grabbed hold of the dumpster.He pulled his fingers out, and I felt his cockhead, slippery with my saliva, poke against me.I felt the head of it pop into me and I whimpered.

He held it there, though.I jumped when I felt him spank my ass, once, but it stayed inside me."Tell me you want it," he whispered into my ear.

"I... I want it," I said, shaking with a combination of fear, lust, and cold.

Another smack, harder this time."Louder!Tell me what you want, bitch!"

"I want it!" I said, louder."I want you to fuck me!"

"Why do you want it?" he pressed, his cock moving in a little deeper. When I didn't respond right away, he spanked me several times, making me cry out.

"I want it because I'm a dirty slut!" I yelled."Please stick it inside me, I really want it!Please!"

He grunted and pushed his cock in deeper.And deeper.It hurt!I'd only been fucked once before, by Bill, and while this guy's dick was smaller, there wasn't a lot of lubrication, so his cock fought its way in, inch my inch.It was so hard, though, there was no denying it.I grabbed the rim of the dumpster and willed myself to relax, to take it like a good little slut, biting my lip against the pain.

Eventually it was all the way in; I could feel his belly pressed against my back.God, it felt huge, filling my ass.He started to pump it with small strokes.I groaned as the strokes because deeper, my ass opening from the pressure.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," he hissed into my ear, his tone obscene. "You got a nice tight ass for such a dirty slut.And you love it, don't tell me you don't!Now take my fucking cock, whore!" He started fucking me harder, his hips slamming into my butt.I groaned loudly, uncaring of who might hear it.Bent over the dumpster in a dirty parking lot, taking a stranger's cock up my ass, I felt like the dirtiest whore in the world.And god help me, I liked it!Every rational instinct I had told me to resist, told me that this wasn't who I was, but the feel of that cock inside me overrode everything. Soon I was panting with lust, pushing back with each stroke, all pain gone, nothing but pleasure sweeping through my befuddled brain.

Certainly when I woke up this morning I never imagined I'd be where I was now, naked, gripping a dirty dumpster, being fucked hard and fast by a stranger who'd threatened me with jail.I was in danger of losing me job, my wife, my reputation, if discovered.But these thoughts had fled from me now; getting my ass reamed in a parking lot seemed like heaven."Yes, yes, fuck me harder, harder," I moaned through gritted teeth, meaning every syllable.

He gave a series of hard strokes, each one lifting me off my feet and impaling me on him."Oh! My! God! Yes!" I choked out, one word at each stroke.

"Fuck yeah, bitch!" he was saying."You're loving it now, yeah? Loving my cock up your butt!"He was almost shouting, but I didn't care.How could I?He wouldn't stop until he came, and I didn't want him to.I just wanted that cock!

Then I heard someone laughing.Someone new.Someone was watching us.I still didn't want the guy to stop, but I wanted to know who it was!Wildly I looked around, and I saw... Bill.Standing next to the dumpster, a video camera in his hand, recording the scene.I stared at him, my mouth open, unable, for a moment, to process the scene.

"How's he doing, Manny?" Bill asked the guy behind me.

"Fucking great, man.You were right; he's an obedient little bitch. He begged, just like you said!And this ass is so fucking tight, I'm gonna lose it in a minute!"

"Told you," Bill smirked.He moved around the dumpster so he was standing in front of me, still filming."How you doing, boss?" he asked me."Enjoying the ride?"

"Oh god, Bill, what are you doing?You know this man?How long have you been here?" I asked.Of course, it came out a lot more jumbled than that, considering the guy, whose name must be Manny, was holding my hips and really hammering me now.

"Baby, I've been here since the beginning," he laughed."I set this up with Manny yesterday, and you fell right into it!You've been punked, boss!"He laughed harder, keeping the video trainer right on my face."Oh god, your expression is priceless!"

"But- but- but" I stammered, reality sinking in.I wasn't going to jail!It was all a set up!

"You like Manny's dick, don't you boss?Look at me and tell me how much you love Manny's dick!Say it!" he commanded.

"Oh god," I moaned."I like Manny's dick, I do, it feels so good in my ass, but why?Why did you do this?"

"Because you love it, my dear little supervisor.You love cock, any cock, not just mine!Don't you?"

"Yes..." I moaned."I love cock.I love it!"

Behind me Manny started saying, "Oh shit, oh shit, I'm coming..." I felt his cock bury itself to the hilt and then explode deep inside me.I griped the dumpster as my knees buckled, and I was held up by his still hard cock inside me.It was the most intense feeling I'd ever had, feeling him fill me with his hot cum.The whole time Bill was filming my face.Soon he'd finished.He pulled out, and I sank to the ground, gasping.I felt used, filthy, humiliated... and alive, so alive.

Bill walked around the dumpster and stood over me, smiling."You're a mess, boss.Bet it was worth it, though, huh?"

I just sat there on the ground, shivering."Why don't you tell Manny thank you for fucking you so good?" he asked, the camera trained on me.

I looked up at him, my face wet with tears and saliva.Then I obediently turned to Manny."Thank you, Manny," I said."That was great.I loved having you fuck me.Although, next time, let's do it someplace else, okay?"

Manny was zipping up his pants."Hey, no problem, bitch," he said, smiling."You got a real sweet ass.And a nice mouth, too!Anytime you need a dick, gimme a call.Bill has my number."He said goodbye to Bill, then got in his car and drove away.

Bill finally put the camera down.I slowly stood up, my knees sore, my legs wobbly from being fucked."Can I go now?" I asked him, walking towards my bagged clothes.

"Dude, you're going to go home like that?" he asked me.You're a mess!" I looked down and saw that it was true.I was covered in dirt; my knees and elbows and feet were almost black with grime.I doubted my face looked very good, either.Despair welled up within me.How could I explain this to my wife?

Seeing my expression, Bill walked over and put his hand gently on my shoulder."Tell you what," he said kindly."Come on back to my place and get a shower.I'll bring you back here and you can drive home."

"Thank you," I said.

"Hey, it's the least I can do," he said."After all, you've been a really good sport about this.He wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close.I collapsed against him, savoring his warmth.Then he was kissing me, and I was kissing him back, heedless of my location or condition.

When the kiss ended, he said, "But first, I want a dumpster blowjob from a dirty bitch.Feel up for a second one?"

I stared up at him, then ruefully shook my head. A slut's gotta do what a slut's gotta do, I thought, and sank to my knees.As I was unbuckling his belt, I asked, "What are you going to do with that tape?"

"Don't worry about it," he said.His magnificent cock sprang free, and I inhaled my second cock of the evening greedily."If it's as good as I think it is, I'll make a little money on it."

I stopped sucking for a minute."And what will my cut be?" I asked before swallowing it again.

"Baby, you get paid in cock!" he laughed."That's a currency you can understand!"

He was right, I thought, as I sucked his hard on.I was a slut, a cock whore, and I wanted more.I was happy right where I was, with him in my mouth, next to the dumpster.A filthy slut.