© by MiloXarts 2018
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Dear Reader, thank you for following the story of Jenny! Thank you as well for all the comments I've got for this and all the previous parts!
And last but not least, many thanks to WarEagle for editing and proofreading of this story!
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PROLOGUE
My name is Jenny, I am 21 years old, and a respectable college girl every way. I'm wealthy because my parents provide it to me. I wear expensive designer clothing and drive a beautiful car. And nobody really knows what a sick little whore I can be when I play my kinky games.
Nobody who knows me would expect such a prissy bitch like me to have such sexual fantasies. But here I am, sitting in a classroom in my first college year, with a big black anal plug in my ass under my 'Victoria's Secret' panties imagining myself on my knees with the professor fucking my face roughly. I see me barely able to breathe with my tears welling up, making my mascara run down my face and choking on his big black dick. I see the others laughing at me and making fun of me. Finally, he shoots his cum all over my face, not allowing me to wash it until the end of the lecture. I silky panties get damp just thinking about it; one of the most popular and attractive girls at campus degraded and exposed that way...
My imagination can't be stopped, and I can barely resist putting my hand under my skirt and rubbing myself to orgasm... It has to wait until I reach my car after lectures...
Until now I played my perverse games alone. But I knew my desire to dig deeper would not stop. I would not be able to resist humiliating myself or be humiliated for real. Degraded, embarrassed, ashamed...
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Knock, Knock -- I heard knocking on my bedroom door and woke up. It was 4:17 AM on the clock, and still dark outside as my mother entered my room.
"Sweety, I have to go. Have fun and take care of yourself. Please don't burn the house down," said my mother giving me a goodbye kiss.
"Don't worry Mom. I'll take care of everything. Have fun with Dad on Hawaii...," I answered still sleepy. The only thought in my head was that my mother has going away for four weeks for a vacation in Hawaii with my father and the whole house was mine now. Nobody who could disturb me, nobody I could be afraid of being caught... I fall asleep again with a smile on my face...
As I woke up again, I felt the sun shines on my face... The clock showed 11:27 AM. I reached and slid my hand between my thighs and squeezed my oozing cunt. I was hot. Sleeping naked I had easy access just to start stroking my pussy...
A few days had passed since my kinky mall adventures with Sandra, and I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. I even stopped attending lectures in the last few days. I am wet and horny all the time. Unable to orgasm enough, I woke up almost every night wet like this and masturbated many times. I remembered clearly my dreams about sucking dicks and swallowing a lot of cum. I often dreamed about Ernesto, his friend and me on my knees... I craved for a big dicked guy or even better a few of them, who would fuck all my wet holes and spurt their semen down my throat, in my ass, treating me like a whore I was. I couldn't explain what happened to me, but there was one thing I have become totally aware of; I felt like an oversexed slut, and I didn't want to change that anymore. What was more I needed to be degraded and humiliated to fulfill my kinky imagination. I fantasized about my already experienced humiliating situations and imagined if I could even lower myself further... In my vision, I was nothing more than a sex toy, an object, a living sex doll...
I loved to spent time in front of the mirror now, styling my now bleach blonde hair different ways, trying out different makeup styles, different nails. I tried a variety of dresses, skirts, tight pants, slutty hot pants, shoes, and lingerie... Everything I tried on screamed slut! Sitting in front of the mirror and seeing my own reflection of a sexy slut made me feel good. This attractive young woman wasn't that respectable girl any more, not that intelligent little 'missy prissy'. I saw an oversexed blonde slut ready to be fucked anytime. Of course, it wasn't enough for me. I didn't want to be just another "slut." I was naturally submissive and wanted to experience that side of me. It became apparent that I needed to be dependent on someone -- like Sandra, to be perceived like a dumb blonde unable to make decisions.
I opened my notebook, and I started to search on the Internet for pictures of "dumb sluts." It didn't take long until I found plenty of blogs of girls like me who wrote about 'patriarchy' and/or 'misogyny.' All of them pictured and described acts of humiliation and rough sex and every one of them had similar feelings. Some of them described themselves as 'stupid bimbos.' I didn't even know before that a fetish like this existed, and now I was convinced I had found something I was or at least something I craved to be. "An attractive but stupid young woman, especially one with loose morals" -- I don't know why, but being perceived as 'easy dummy' caused an immediate hot dampness in my panties.
"Young, attractive, blonde and very, very dumb..." I repeated to myself. "Bleach blonde fuck bunny," I giggled into my mirror reflection and felt my own words arousing me.
As long as I can remember I had been feeling jealous of other women with sexy, round breasts and full lips. Even if I knew it wasn't all natural.
I considered myself now in the full length mirror for a while and imagined how it would be to have such huge tits. I didn't mean a small enhancement but huge, fake, round tits like a porn star. The second thing was my lips which I imagined really pumped-up like I had seen on the Internet. If a slut has lips like that she is naturally supposed to suck cocks... I tried to imagine how I would look. I am a petite person of only 5' 1" tall and 96 lbs. The first things people would register on me were my fake tits, my cocksucker lips, and my bleach blonde hair, wouldn't they? It would be obvious what I am only good for... I couldn't stop imagining myself with boobs the size of my head... Guys would let me crawl on all fours like a bitch with my huge tits hanging down, with my nipples scrubbing the floor, crawling from one man to another and let them cum again and again on my face. They would laugh about me, make rude comments and call me a dumb slut... I couldn't resist touching myself between my thighs and spread my legs slightly to stroke my clit. My glistening wet pussy was leaking juices down my thighs. I stroked my clit faster and faster, and my thoughts became dirtier. I started to pant like a bitch. I even put my tongue out and watched myself drooling like a dog in the mirror. I loved this humiliating expression of myself; it made me stroke my pussy even faster, and harder. I felt so depraved so dirty. My face became red from the continually growing arousal, and I felt a sheen of sweat covering me. It wasn't long before I was ready to climax one more time. Then I stopped.
I felt that I had to use the moment and start changing according to the "new me" I wished to be. I didn't want to be the person I used to be until now. The smart Jennifer that was supposed to graduate and become a lawyer or something boring... I didn't want the responsibility anymore, I didn't want to play the self-confident little bitch I have always been...
I decided to start with my wardrobe. Still naked except for the pink plateau sandals, I had brought some big plastic bags from the kitchen and opened all my drawers and my closet. Everything that I owned - all the expensive lingerie, bikinis, jackets, I mean everything except for the new clothes I had purchased with Sandra - ended up in these plastic bags. To avoid changing my mind, I found a telephone number of a company who collects used clothing and called them. After an hour a van arrived carrying two fat guys. I put on my short sexy 'Hello Kitty' dress and a pink thong, and teased the fat guys, walking upstairs and bending while keeping my legs straight, letting the guys see my sweet ass... I even thought about letting them fuck me, but they smelt horrible. After a few minutes, all the bags were gone, and the van with the two guys disappeared.
Eventually, I fell on the couch in my room and looked at all the almost empty drawers and wardrobe. I felt somehow relieved. Far away from the responsibilities and expectations. I felt young, pretty and very sexy and these were my assets. I wished I had a man, or maybe a woman? I was kind of girly girl, and I needed someone to take care of me. A Master or a Mistress, like Sandra? Someone who tells me what to do, what not to do, what I am allowed and what not, what to wear, someone who controls me...
"Hi, Jenny!" I heard her voice on the phone and my heart beat a little bit faster.
"Hi, Sandra, I... I would like to talk to you, could we meet today?" I stuttered.
"Sure sweetheart, but not until 3.00 P.M., is it ok?"
"Of course, I have a surprise for you," I giggled and disconnected.
I had enough time to think and dream about the 'new me' in the meantime. I undressed again and wearing only my pink plateau sandals I went to my makeup mirror and tried a few new styles again. Then I styled my hair. I had a lot of fun. I let the music play loud as there was nobody to disturb. Just before Sandra arrived, I decided to put on a very short white pleated skirt, that rested far down my hips revealing my tummy and was just long enough to cover my bum. As a top, I had chosen a tank top without a bra of course. My nipples stiffened under the thin material and were clearly visible. My makeup was slutty , suitable for a club, and my hair bound in a ponytail behind my head. I even put a hair bow in the form of a big pink ribbon to round out my appearance...
As the doorbell rang, I rushed excitedly, taking small steps in my high heels, to open the door. Sandra looked beautiful with her dark glossy hair bound in a sexy ponytail with her slim legs and a hot yellow summer dress.
"You look beautiful," I told her and wanted to kiss her but hesitated... She felt it too.
