Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2017 10:53:28 -0800 From: Cock Slut Subject: A different kind of extra credit 6 A different kind of extra credit By scslutforcock@gmail.com After Master drove off, I quickly put my sandals back on and ran to my car. I had been planning on going back to my office to get some work done, but now I would have to go home and take a picture of his cum on my face. I left the parking garage as quickly as I could, but I still ended up passing a couple of students on the way out. I didn't recognize them from class, and I'm pretty sure they didn't notice what was covering my face, but Master had gotten his point across. He could expose me whenever he wanted. Disobeying him really wasn't an option. I was about half way home when I heard my phone go off with an email. Not wanting to take any chances, I pulled over and checked. Good thing to as it was a text from Master. *On your way home you're going to stop off and pick up some supplies. I'll text you the address, don't open the bag or ask what's inside. Include the bag in the picture to me when you get home. Hopefully this'll be the last time I have to teach you the consequence of not immediately obeying me.* I texted back Yes Master, just as another text came through with an address that came up as an adult store when I searched. My heart immediately went into overdrive. Not only would I have to go to an adult store in broad daylight. I would have to do it with cum on my face to pick up who knows what?! Master was definitely making his point clear. I had no choice. I drove slowly, trying to think of any way out of it. He had obviously already talked to the store so I couldn't take the chance that he wouldn't check back in to make sure I obeyed. I couldn't think of anything, and before I knew it I was pulling into the parking lot. Stealing myself for what I had to do, I climbed out of the car and headed inside. It was a typical adult store with dvd's along one wall and aisles of toys and other stuff in the middle and on the other walls. There was even a door leading to the back with a large sign saying arcade above it. There were only 2 men shopping and the clerk behind the counter, but still for midday on a Wednesday it was more than I expected. The clerk glanced up and nodded when I walked in before going back to the magazine he was reading. He looked to be about in his 40's and fairly clean cut. As I approached, I hoped that meant he would be pretty straight forward and professional. When I reached the counter I told him I was there to pick up a phone order, and this time when he glanced up he had a huge smirk on his face. "Ahhh, you're the cockslut here to pick up supplies for your Master?" he said in a voice that carried through the store. The rest of the store instantly went quiet as I froze. I hadn't recognized anyone there, but I still felt my entire body burn with humiliation as I mumbled out a quiet yes. "What's that slut? I couldn't hear you." I repeated yes louder, imploring him with a look to be quiet. "Yes what slut? Who are you? And by the way, what's that on your face?" I couldn't believe it. Raising my voice loud enough for everyone to hear, I said what he was obviously looking for, "Yes sir, I am the cockslut here to pick up supplies for my Master. This is my Master's cum from earlier when I sucked his cock in his car." I could hear the people behind me chuckling as I felt like melting into the ground. The clerk was satisfied though and pulled a bag up on the table. I quickly slipped my credit card across the counter to pay. It felt like the machine took forever to process the payment, and all I could do was stand there staring down at the countertop in shame. When he finally handed me the receipt I practically ran out of the store, hearing an outbreak of laughter as the door swung shut. I felt like crying as I drove back to my apartment quickly. At this rate, it felt like the entire town would know before long! I had to make sure I didn't give my Master any more reason to expose me. I quickly stripped down to my thong when I got home. I texted Master the picture and was about to scrub the cum off my face when I realized I hadn't actually gotten permission. A whole new wave of shame rolled over me when I realized that I really was completely and utterly his property. As if hearing my thoughts, my phone buzzed with a message from Master. You may clean your face now slut. Never forget who's in charge. Relief flooded through me as I started for the bathroom, but my humiliation wasn't over. I heard the door open behind me, and a quick glance told me it was Randy. My face burned as I dropped my head and turned to kneel in front of him. "Well slut, it looks like you've been having fun. Time for my turn, I've been waiting to fuck you pussy mouth all day!" He laughed as he walked up to me, opening his jeans and pulling out his semi-hard cock as he reached me. With no preamble, he grabbed my hair and pushed my face into his balls. "Get to work whore. Get me nice and hard so I can choke you on it. Show me how much you love my cock!" Moaning like the slut he wanted, I licked and sucked his balls for everything I was worth. He just laughed at my moans, bouncing his cock off my cheek and forehead. He was quickly hard enough though, and shoved his cock straight down my throat in one motion. I struggled to breath around his cock as he gagged and choked me, laughing every time I coughed up more saliva. Before long I was a mess, eyes watering, constantly gagging, and covered in my own spit. Finally he buried his cock all the way in my throat and held it there as he shot the first couple spurts straight into my stomach. I coughed and choked as he finally pulled out and squeezed the last few drops onto my face. "That's better, see you later sissy." Leaving me a cum and drool covered mess, Randy put his softening cock away and walked out, not even bothering to close the door. I hope you like the latest part of the story! And thank you for all of the tips and comments! If you have any ideas about how our slut should be used and abused in the future please let me know at scslutforcock@gmail.com.