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When we met, Leah was inexperienced. She had only had one boyfriend before me, and their sex life was completely vanilla. She didn’t even like to swallow my cum. The first time I made her eat my ass, she thought it was disgusting. A month into the relationship, when I first took her into the bathroom and made her taste my piss, she gagged, sputtered, and swore she’d never do it again.

But I’m patient. I put her on a regimen of orgasm denial and slut-training. Slowly but surely, we melted away her prudish exterior and released her inner cunt. By the time of our six-month anniversary, I was ready to set up something special for her.

On the appointed day, five of my buddies came over to watch the game. Leah spent the whole day naked in the bathroom, chained to the wall facing the toilet, her ass plugged, edging. Whenever any of us needed her, she served as our toilet. I know we all jerked off in her mouth at least once during the day, and I’d bet she drank each of our piss four times.

That much Leah and I had planned together, but, considerate boyfriend that I am, I arranged a couple of surprises for her near the end of the night. As the game was finishing up, I called an escort service and had them send someone over. The girl arrived about an hour later, blonde, apparently in her late thirties, and a little worse for wear.

I brought everybody into the bathroom, and told the whore to eat Leah’s pussy. She did, Leah lying on the bathroom floor, her legs splayed, her hair stiff and her skin sticky from being drenched in cum and spit and piss all day.

I made Leah beg my friends to let her to cum on the aging call girl’s tongue. To her credit, she put on a pretty good show, begging, screaming, promising to do the most disgusting things in return for the privilege of an orgasm. Right in the middle of all that, my last surprise of the night arrived. I had invited her ex-boyfriend over. As I walked him into the bathroom, Leah was explaining how deep she’d shove her tongue into each of my friend’s assholes, how gratefully she’d lick, if they’d please just let her cum there on the bathroom floor. But she froze, stunned, when she saw who I had with me.

“Say hello to Dave, cunt,” I said. Her face was beet red.

“…Hi Dave,” she managed.

“Now tell him what you’ve been doing all day.”

I goaded Leah on as she explained in detail everything that had happened that day. Every time someone had used her mouth. What they had said. How close she had been to cumming while she edged to their words. When she was done with that, I made her describe what she had become to her dumbfounded ex-boyfriend: her detailing her new mindset, her now-sick fantasies, and all the things that she did for me, until I was satisfied with her description.

Finally, I made Leah beg her ex-boyfriend to cum and piss on her face and in her mouth. He did too, the fucking closet pervert. The rest of us, excited from Leah’s degradation, jerked off one final time on her face, tummy, and tits. I let  the whore lick her to an orgasm. As she came, Leah, unprompted, scooped the cum off of her body with her fingers and put it in her mouth.

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For months after this happened, Leah said that it was her favorite day in our relationship, the hottest thing that had ever happened to her. But then one day I was flogging her tits, hitting her a little extra hard, I guess, because she got to the point where she was blubbering and begging me to stop. On a whim, I told her I’d stop if she told me the most embarrassing secret about her past that I didn’t already know.

The story she told me was about her high school bullies, two buddies named Simon and Robby. I guess Leah was a quiet and shy in high school, and got picked on by a lot of people, but these to were the worst. They egged each other on, calling her stupid and ugly, trying to flip her skirt up and show whoever was around her panties, that kind of thing. They called her “Leah the slut”, even though she was a virgin at the time. Eventually all the kids at her high school called her Leah the slut. She used to go home crying at least once a week.

The week after she told me this, I hunted Robby down on Facebook. Turns out he was a friend of Dave’s, who I had been in contact since the night with the prostitute, and it wasn’t hard to get Dave to invite both of us for a few beers. At the bar, I let it slip to Robby that I was seeing Leah. He was a little drunk at that point, and he launched off into a whole long slew of high school stories about her. He was the kind of guy who still clearly thought his high school antics were funny. The worst kind. Perfect.

Over the next couple of weeks, I had beers with Robby a couple more times. The third time, I “drunkenly” let it slip that Leah woke me up that morning with her mouth on my cock and drank my morning piss. Robby was, as you might expect, pretty surprised. I acted a bit conflicted at first but then pretended to resolve: “Fuck it, right?” I said, “I let other guys use Leah. You want to come by this weekend and relive the glory days?” He was ecstatic. And then the best, unexpected part: he asked if he could bring his buddy Simon. I didn’t even know these guys were still friends. “Sure,” I told him, “the more the merrier.”

That night, I told Leah while I was watching porn on my laptop and she was eating my ass. “Hey cunt,” I said. “News for you. I’ve been hanging out with Robby. He and Simon are coming by this weekend to say hi.” Leah looked like she was on the verge of tears. But she was pretty well-trained at this point. “Okay, daddy,” she said, dipped her face down, and dug her tongue back into my asshole.

I made Leah edge continuously that week. I wanted her desperate on Sunday, and she was. She was shaking, out of both fear and lust, I think, when I told her that morning how I wanted her to act. The boys came over around one, ostensibly to watch the game. The first words out of Simon’s mouth were, “hey Leah the slut”. Robby looked a bit abashed: I guess he thought we were kind of friends now. Leah was visibly shaken, but she responded right: “Hello Sir,” she said to Simon. She turned to Robby, “hello Sir”.

“Come on in, guys,” I said, cutting the interaction off quickly.

Things started small. Robby and Simon sat on the couch. I sat in my chair. Leah sat on the floor at my feet. I made her wait on us, bringing us beers. She wore a short skirt with no panties, and I made sure the guys got plenty of good looks at her pussy and ass. At some point, things had to get going for real, so about an hour into the game I observed in offhand way that my shoes were a little dirty. Without any hesitation, Leah crawled over and put her face to the ground. Her ass went up, her asshole winking at Robby and Simon as she started licking the bottoms of my sneakers clean.

At that point, I started really bullying her: calling her ugly, stupid, encouraging the guys to join in. I made her clean Robby and Simon’s shoes as we continued humiliating her. I called her a cunt and a toilet and a cumrag. When I started to feel the need to piss, I told her to get her ass into the bathroom; I’d be there in a minute. I think Simon was a bit mystified at that one, but I left the door open while I pissed in her mouth. He must have got the idea pretty fast from the sounds of splashing and gulping, because he was in there unzipping his fly before she was done licking the tip of my dick clean.