It was the nose ring that first attracted me to her. I’d always had a thing for body piercings and adornments. Nipple piercings were becoming de rigueur and even the blandest suburban housewives-to-be were beginning to sport them under tight dresses. I wanted someone who had at least a smidgen of understanding of what it meant to be alternative.

It was pitifully easy to seduce her. We were at a birthday party in an enormous three-story house. She was leaning against the wall, partly listening to the conversations going on around her and partly scanning the room for someone interesting. Our eyes met, and she immediately blushed and dropped her gaze. I continued watching her and a beat later, she looked up. I saw the hint of a smile when she saw me still watching.

She was dressed like she was trying too hard, dressed in a skimpy black frayed top and lace skater skirt with the obligatory torn fishnet tights and Doc Marten boots. Her ample bosom pushed up over the top of the bodice, giving a sense of her being squeezed in. The arm-length velvet gloves were a nice touch, I'll grant you, but she looked like a girl playing at being a goth, choosing the bits she liked. However, as I said, it was the nose ring that attracted me. It was a silver ring with a solid ball hanging down between her nostrils, giving her the look of a cow with her big, docile eyes.

She wasn’t stereotypically pretty. She wouldn’t have got picked up as a model or been described as the beautifully poised, voluptuous heroine with the bubble butt beloved of amateur writers on the various literary erotica pornsites that had popped up. But she was cute and her breasts were big, easily more than a handful. She was maybe carrying a few extra pounds, but I’d always preferred something to grab hold of as opposed to the waif-like creatures who looked one meal away from collapsing from malnutrition. Her hair was cropped in a pageboy bob and dyed flamingo pink.

I glanced at an opportunistically placed mirror to check how I looked before approaching her. I was wearing a simple black lace basque and a pair of fitted black slacks and kitten heels. I hadn’t dressed to impress for this party. I wasn’t even on the hunt for another little slut. I was still, in my head, in mourning for the little blonde tart who had moved on and broken my heart. Still, no harm in testing the waters.

I walked up to her and told her I liked her hair and her nose ring. She blushed and answered, “Thank you, Miss.”

I smiled and raised an eyebrow. “Miss?” I whispered. “Has my reputation preceded me?”

Her eyes lit up. “Yes. Miss.” She nodded enthusiastically. I decided a needy little thing like her should be put through a test drive before committing, so I merely ordered “Follow me” and turned and headed to one of the bedrooms on the upper floors.

I didn’t even know her name. Hadn’t bothered to ask. As far as I was concerned, she was just a fucktoy. Once the door closed, I shoved her against the wall, kicking an ankle to signal to her to spread herself while my hand slid under her skirt and cupped her damp knickers.

“Are you a needy little slut?”

She sighed and arched her back. “Yes, Miss,” she whimpered.

My fingers slipped inside the damp cotton. I smirked when I felt the fuzz of a trimmed landing strip.

“Good girl. I do prefer a bit of hair down there.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

I shoved a finger inside her. No buildup, no pleasuring her clit or teasing her slit. I just shoved it in and curled it around. Her cunt was juicy and tight.

“Fuck,” she hissed, then, remembering her place, apologised with a “sorry, Miss.”

I pulled my finger out and held it up between us. Her juices glistened around my fingertip. We both stared at it, mesmerised for a moment before I brought it to my mouth and painted my lips.

“Mmm, my favourite flavour. Needy cum slut.” I gazed into her eyes. “You are a needy cum slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Miss,” she nodded.

My hands reached forward and pawed her tits. They were a bit on the large side for me. I preferred them firm and pert and hers were a bit saggy but the nipples hardened as if on autopilot and I slid my hands underneath and tugged and twisted them, the little slut having decided against wearing a bra under her frayed and torn top.

I pushed my hands upwards, forcing the top up. She obediently raised her arms and let me strip her. Her nipples were puffy and engorged. I gave each tit a firm smack and was rewarded with a soft moan as pain and pleasure combined.

I pulled on the elasticated waistband of the skater skirt and tugged it down to reveal to my surprise a pair of cute pink panties with white lace trim. They looked slightly incongruous with the torn fishnets and boots but she made my own cunt dampen.

I wrapped my fingers in her hair and pushed her down. She dropped to her knees as naturally and easily as you like. Her fingers deftly unfastened my belt, unbuttoned my black dress trousers and tugged them down my legs. If she thought it odd that my belt was a dog leash, she didn’t pass comment. My knickers swiftly followed, but just as she leant in to give me the expected tongue lashing, I gripped hard on her hair and yanked her head back.

I saw shock in her eyes as her head snapped back, giving a pitiful little yelp in the process.

“Remove my shoes and take my trousers off properly.”

She nodded, apologised and quickly slipped my kitten heels off and guided my trousers over my feet. Once my lower clothing had been removed, I tugged her hair and led her towards the bed.

She quickly scrambled up and lay on the bed, with her legs spread. Her knickers, complete with a growing wet patch were wantonly displayed. Still wearing my lace basque, I straddled her, a knee on either side of her head.

I gazed down at her. Her big brown eyes stared back. There was a hesitancy there which thrilled me. I don’t like the cocky ones who see it all as a game. I prefer those girls still exploring their sexuality.

I lowered my hairy twat down onto her face, letting her mouth be enveloped by my scent and taste. I ground my hips forward, and there it was… her nose ring rubbed against my clit. Every touch of the hard silver ball against my pearl sent a shockwave through me.

I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her against me. I sat on her face as I used her, humping the nose ring with my clit. Her tongue lavished my pussy while I panted and moaned.

Her fingers raked at my thighs, perhaps signalling that it was hard for her to breathe, but I was beyond caring. The little slut shouldn’t have flaunted her nose ring at me if she didn’t like the consequences.

I rocked on her face. Her muffled cries drove me on. I wanted to finish on her, wanted to flood her face. I humped the nose ring with my clit as her tongue swirled inside me. Her hands squeezed my ass cheeks and pulled me onto her.

I writhed on top, my own hands pawed at my tits as she brought me to the edge. I reached forward and grabbed the headboard for support as the little slut licked, slurped and lapped at my dripping cunt. With a howl, I orgasmed, cumming on her, splattering and marking her face.

Finally, I slumped. I drew large lungfuls of air back into my lungs as the aftershocks rippled through me. She gave me fluttering butterfly kisses and licks as she cleaned me. I climbed off her and stroked her cum stained face.

"Mmm, you are such a good little slut." My finger and thumb gripped the nose ring and I tugged. She yelped in pain and struggled to bring her nose closer, trying to ease the pain as I tugged on it again. She got on her hands and knees, crawling across the bed, trying to ease the shooting pain that made her eyes water.

I released the grip on the nose ring and told her to stay as I reached for my knickers and slipped them back on before pulling on my trousers and putting on my shoes.

I unfastened the dog leash which I wore as a belt and clipped the end onto the nose ring. I gave a tug, and with another yelp of pain, she staggered off the bed and quickly followed me.

I led her downstairs. Her tits and sodden panties on display. Her boobs swayed in time with her steps. She was docile as I paraded her through the hall and stopped underneath the stairs.

“Stay,” I ordered. She obediently stood still while I walked up the stairs, stretching the leash until she had to raise her head to look up at me to lessen the pain. I tied off the leash and left it there so she was forced to stand, eyes gazing upwards at me as I leant over the banister. I watched another partygoer casually tweak one of her nipples as they walked past.

She was forced to stand there, unable to see who was touching her while she felt hands pawing at her breasts and ass and pussy. Her face glistened with my cum as she stood there and moaned. I descended the stairs and gave her ass a swift spank. She yelled in pain but held her hands by her sides, allowing everyone free access to her tits, ass and pussy. She couldn’t see who was doing what to her and every so often a partygoer would twist a nipple, rub her clit or spank her ass on their way to and from the kitchen or bathroom. It’s almost like she was one of those lucky charms where you abuse the slut for luck.

Eventually I’d had enough and unclipped the leash from her nose ring.

“Good girl,” I told her but as I gazed into those needy tearful eyes, my heart grew cold. I realised I wasn’t over the blonde, and as she headed upstairs to retrieve her clothes, I did the Irish goodbye thing and slipped out of the party.

I tell myself that I never said I was a good person and I never promised her anything as I relax into the seat in the back of the taxi. I know I’m a bitch but I’ve never pretended to be otherwise.

I pick up my phone and compose and recompose a text. Finally I type I miss you and hit send. I don’t even know if that is still her number but my heart skips a beat when barely thirty seconds later the reply comes.

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