There’s a Whore in my House 2
By Subone1.
In a matter of days, however, she had discovered all my sexual perversions, locked up my little dick, taken control of my house, and was manipulating my whole life. I knew she was blatantly using me, but perversely I didn’t care. I enjoyed being used and abused by this very pretty and demanding girl. And I had a feeling she was just getting started!
Mallory had quit going to trade school and her part-time job as a hostess at a local restaurant. She had taken up whoring as her way to make money.
After being fucked all night by one of her clients, Mallory spent most of the day in bed, fixed on her sleep. She had purposely not scheduled any clients today. Several Amazon packages were delivered for her. I just stacked them on the coffee table in the family room. When she entered, I was fixing a sandwich in the kitchen a little after 1:00 PM. She was wearing her customary sleep t-shirt and nothing else.
“Hey, Sleeping Beauty!” I greeted her.
“I peed on the bathroom floor upstairs. If you’re not around to catch my pee, I will piss on the floor.”
“That sounds fair, Mallory. I’ll clean it up.”
She smirked, probably wondering how far she could push my limits and how much she could get away with here.
“Today we need to do some banking Loser Daddy. I need to open a savings account now that I’m making some decent money. And I plan on making a lot more. Besides the good money, I enjoy being fucked by a big cock.”
“OK, Mallory, I can help you with that.”
“I’m sure you mean you can help me with the banking stuff because we both know you don’t have a big cock, right, Daddy?”
“Ummm, the banking stuff is what I meant, Mallory.”
“Set it up at the same bank you use. That way, you can easily transfer my allowance into my account every week. Like, make it an automatic thing, you know?”
“Good idea.”
“And one more little thing. Make me a joint account owner on all of your financial accounts. Then give me the passwords to the accounts. And don’t screw with me and hide any accounts from me. If I find that you’re doing that, there will be hell to pay.”
I gulped, “I understand, Mallory. I won’t hide anything from you, honey.”
She glared at me when I called her honey, WTH?
“Bring me some sliced fruit, yogurt, and coffee in the family room. I’ll be opening my Amazon items you bought me.”
I brought her food tray and watched her open her boxes. By and large, they were all costumes. She had purchased a Wonder Woman outfit, a nurse outfit, a ballerina outfit, and even a sexy bridal outfit. She noticed me staring.
“Whoring is a very competitive business, Daddy. I need something to set me apart from all the other whores out there. So, on my website, I’m going to advertise that I am into all sorts of role-playing, all the client has to do is make a request, and I’ll do it, for a hefty fee, of course.”
This was the first time she openly admitted to being a whore. No more pretenses. I was surprised she already had a website up and running!
“I have a photographer coming over this afternoon. He will do a photo shoot of me in my various costumes for the website. Too bad you’ll be out running errands for me and will miss my fashion show!”
After opening her boxes, she finished her fruit and yogurt. Looking up at me as I stood beside her, she said, “What are you waiting for, Douchebag Daddy? My coffee cup is empty.”
“Sorry, Mallory!”
I hurried to the kitchen and refilled her cup. She was on her phone, texting me a grocery list.
I reviewed the list she sent mostly normal grocery items, but a few odd things. Damn! She’s getting more hot sauce! I guessed she was going to do some baking with all that sugar. And what’s up with the syringe? Zip ties?
“If they don’t have a 5-pound bag of sugar, you can get a 3-pound bag. And remember the fishing line, 25-pound strength. And get gas in my car Daddy.”
“Yes, Mallory.”
I was gone for about 4 hours altogether. Mallory was saying goodbye to the photographer as I pulled back into the driveway. I carried the groceries in from the car and into the kitchen. There was a puddle of her pee on the kitchen floor. She giggled when I accidentally stepped in it.
I looked at her with a ‘what the hell’ look. She shrugged and said, “You weren’t here to receive it. Not my problem.”
She was still in the sexy bridal outfit. I guess that was the last outfit used at the photo shoot. She looked so damn hot; it was impossible to get upset with her. Her thigh-high stockings were topped off with a tiny sheer white panty that showed her shaved cunt beautifully. She also wore a sheer white bra and a lacy bridal veil. On her pretty feet were 4-inch backless high heels.
Mallory sat on one of the kitchen chairs and spread her legs wide. I noticed the wet spot on the front of her panties. She smiled that wicked smile of hers.
“The photographer wanted $200 to do the photo shoot. I let him fuck me instead. Why don’t you get your Loser Daddy ass over here and clean me up?”
I crawled over, slid her tiny panties to the side, and cleaned. She purred and rubbed my head as I licked her. God, I was starting to enjoy eating cum out of her cunt! This sure beat the hell out of being lonely!
“You know, Daddy, being in this bridal outfit got me thinking. I want to marry you.”
I stopped licking and looked up at her. She promptly spits in my face and then slaps me.
“No one told you to stop, asshole! As I was saying, we need to get married. Your wife is gone, you have no children, and someone has to inherit your house, money, and stuff when you die, right? Might as well be me!”
I was shocked! This was shameless, even for her!
“Oh, don’t worry, Daddy, I won’t take your last name or anything; you can still live here and everything. And we won’t act married. This will be a marriage of legal convenience.”
I finished cleaning her cunt and sat back, my head spinning from her latest demand. Maybe I had let this whole thing go too far.
She crossed her nylon-covered legs and wangled her high heel close to my face. I couldn’t help but stare at her pretty feet and high heels.
“What church do you go to, Daddy?”
“St. Luke’s Episcopal over on 23rd street.”
“I bet you’ve been a good boy and gone there for a long time, haven’t you? You know a lot of people there, and they know you. I bet you’re even good friends with the Minister, Daddy?”
“I’ve gone there for over 25 years, so I know many people. And yes, Reverend McAlister and I are pretty good friends.”
“Perfect!” She handed me my phone and said, “Call the good Reverend McAlister and tell him to have his sorry ass over here tomorrow at 4:00 PM. In the morning, we need to get the marriage license. Isn’t this exciting!?”
My mouth fell open at her audacity, but I nodded and said, “OK, Mallory, whatever you want.”
“Of course, whatever I want, silly Daddy! I might even let you out of chastity on our wedding day! Not that you could consummate our marriage with that little stub between your legs, could you, Stubby Daddy? Don’t worry, though. I’ve thought of everything! I’ve asked Jerome to be your Best Man and our witness. So, the marriage will be consummated tomorrow regardless.”
“Thanks for setting everything up, Mallory. I appreciate it.”
“And you’ve added me to your financial accounts, right?”
“Yes, Mallory, when I was out today, I set up your savings account and made you joint owner on my accounts. I have some paperwork you need to sign, and I can bring it back to the bank tomorrow. I’ll send you a text with all the passwords.”
“Thank you, Daddy. That is so sweet and thoughtful of you. You can go back to the bank after our wedding ceremony tomorrow. You’ll need something to do anyway while I’m thanking Jerome. Now call that fucking Reverend.”
“Of course, Mallory.”
She played on her phone while I talked to Reverend McAlister. He had many questions but eventually agreed to come over tomorrow to perform the ceremony. I neglected to tell him that Mallory was only 18. Oh well, he’ll find out soon enough!
I hung up from talking to him, “All setup Mallory.”
“Wonderful. You’re such a good boy. You deserve a reward. Please bring me the syringe and hot sauce you bought today, Daddy. Oh, bring the zip ties too! Then come stand before me and take your pants and panties off.”
As I did this, she removed her bridal veil and poured herself a glass of wine. Once I had removed my pants and panties, she secured my hands behind my back with one of the zip ties. My little guy started to stir. Maybe I was going to get some action after all! I mean, damn, I just made her joint on all my accounts, totaling several hundred thousand dollars!
“You’ve been a good boy today, Daddy. I’m going to remove your chastity cage for a bit.”
She took the key from around her neck and unlocked my cage. I thought she was finally going to jerk me off! She toyed with me and ran her fingers across my chest and butt cheeks. She even very lightly rubbed my little cock. Instinctively, I started bucking my hips back and forth, humping nothing but air.
She returned to the table, opened a bottle of hot sauce, and then filled the syringe with the sauce. Now I was confused. What was this wicked girl up to now? She rubbed my cock a little more. It was now fully erect at 4 inches.
She looked at me and said, “Are you ready for some fun, Daddy?”
I nodded yes, still unsure of her intentions. She held my little dick with one hand, and with the other, she inserted the tip of the syringe into the slit in the head of my cock.
“Oh God, Mallory, no!”
But it was too late. Mallory pressed the plunger on the syringe and injected 50ml of the hot sauce into my dick! She sat down, folded her arms, and laughed as she watched me suffer.
I hopped around the kitchen in agony, looking for some way to stop the burning sensation. Of course, I couldn’t do a damn thing since she had secured my hands behind my back! She sat there drinking her wine, laughing at me dancing around the kitchen in pain.
“Oh shit! Oh no! God Mallory! Why did you do that!?”
“Because I can. Because I’m a sadist, remember? And you’re a weak, vulnerable, inferior, beta male, exactly the type I like to abuse. We’re a match made in heaven, Daddy!”
I was in agony, and the pain would not stop! Then she did the unthinkable. Still wearing high heels, she got up and kicked me in the balls with all her might. I crumbled to the floor in pain.
“I got tired of watching you dance and hop around. So annoying! Say thank you, Mallory. Thank you for abusing my worthless little dick and balls. Say it!”
Through my pain, I grunted out what she wanted to hear. “Thank you, Mallory. Thank you for abusing my worthless little dick and balls.”
She kicked me again as I lay writhing on the floor. Her sadistic streak was in full bloom today! Tears were now streaming down my face.
“You need to speak up, Daddy. I can’t hear you very well. Say, ‘Thank you, Mallory, for allowing me to add you to my bank accounts.’ Say it!”
“Thank you, Mallory, for allowing me to add you to my bank accounts.”
“Good boy Loser Daddy. You’ll learn to take my punishments and even enjoy them with more practice. Pain is addictive, Daddy. Trust me, soon you’ll be begging me to hurt you.”
At the moment, I doubted I would ever beg for this type of punishment, but she knew this scene better than me.
Mallory knelt beside me on the floor and put my chastity cage back on me. Then, as if she had a dual personality, she gently stroked my face with her soft hand.
“Awww, does Daddy have a boo-boo? What happened, Daddy? Why are you crying?”
I was seriously starting to think that this girl was deranged. No wonder her parents kicked her out as soon as they could! It dawned on me that no single person from her family had contacted her since she moved in with me a few weeks ago, yet they lived right next door! Strange indeed.
She then stood over me and pissed on my head and face, rubbing her clit and laughing as she did it.
“God, I love pissing on you! I’m going to shower. Get some sleep, Daddy. We’re getting married tomorrow. Nighty night!”
The next morning, I was up before Mallory, as usual. I drank a lot of water last night, so I would pee a lot, hoping that would flush the hot sauce out of my little dick. It worked, but not completely. My little guy was still stinging and burning. Mallory had bruised my balls when she kicked me twice. They hurt like shit and were swollen, making the chastity cage much more uncomfortable. But perversely, not for a second did I think about tossing her out of my house. What the fuck!? I am such a loser.
I was pouring cereal into my bowl when she entered the kitchen, preparing to add the milk. She didn’t say a word, just walked over and took my cereal bowl out of my hand. She held it between her legs, squatted, and peed into my cereal bowl. When she felt enough pee in my bowl, she returned it to me. She then took my juice glass, dumped the orange juice onto the floor, and filled the glass with her pee as well.
“There you go, Daddy! A perfect breakfast for a Loser! Get my coffee to chat while you eat breakfast, just like a married couple!”
As I ate my cereal and she drank her coffee, we discussed plans for the wedding that afternoon. Surprisingly, her piss in my cereal was seriously not that bad! Maybe I was further gone than I wanted to admit.
“For the ceremony this afternoon, I’ll wear the sexy bridal outfit I wore yesterday for the photo shoot. You’ll wear what I lay out for you before the ceremony.”
Remembering what she said about not questioning her, I carefully chose my next words.
“OK, Mallory, that sounds good. Should we wear something over our outfits so we don’t scare Reverend McAlister away?”
Uh oh, she was glaring at me. Did I fuck up!?
“I’ll do the thinking and planning around here, Loser Daddy. You do as you’re told, remember?”
“Yes, Mallory.”
“If your stupid Minister says anything about our outfits or the ceremony, you’ll promise him a large donation to his church. That will shut him up.”
She was probably right. Our church was always struggling financially.
“Good idea, Mallory. I’m sure that will appease him.”
“We’ll do the ceremony in the family room. You and I will walk me down the aisle together. Jerome and Reverend Mac will be waiting near the fireplace. It will be short and sweet, just like your dick.”
OK, Mallory.”
“I’ve also written our vows; I’ll give those to the minister, dude.”
‘Minister dude!?’
“Wow, you have thought of everything!”
She smirked, “It’s my job as head of this household.”
She was right again. I had abdicated any authority or control over my household, not to mention my finances, to this demanding 18-year-old.
“I’ve even helped you by picking out my wedding present.”
I looked at her intently. For some reason, I didn’t like the sound of this!
“Ummm, what did I get you as a wedding present?”
“A brand-new car Daddy! You are so sweet! I was surprised when you told me about it!”
Now she was freaking me out. Was she hallucinating? We never had a conversation about a new car for her. I guess she’s just fucking with me again.
“Wow, well, I hope you like it. When do I get to see it?”
“I pick it up in a few days. I don’t want you in my new car, but thank you for paying! It will be like it is with me, ‘look but don’t touch,'” she said with all seriousness.
“Of course, Mallory.”
I tried to crack a slight joke, “So what did you get me for our wedding?” I said with a smile.
She glared at me, slowly stood up, and approached me. She slapped the shit out of me right across the face!
“Don’t get greedy, Daddy. It’s not very becoming of you. You’ll get your gift during the ceremony.”
“Sorry, Mallory, I was sort of kidding.”
She glared at me again, “You didn’t thank me for slapping you.”
“Thank you for slapping me, Mallory.”
We dressed and headed to the courthouse to get our marriage license. Mallory sexted with Jerome the whole way there and back. In a short drive of 15 minutes, she sent him a picture of her boobs and cunt. Good Lord!
“Jerome and I may go on a honeymoon to celebrate our wedding Daddy. I haven’t quite decided yet,” she said after sexting with him. “But if we do, it won’t be for a while. I need to get back to work tomorrow. I already have a client booked.”
I just nodded, unsure how to respond safely to that comment! I guess Jerome would be her ‘regular’ partner while she also fucked multiple clients and made money.
We got home from the courthouse, set a few things up for the ceremony, and before we knew it, it was time to get dressed.
Mallory was radiant in her sexy bridal outfit. She made two changes from when she wore this outfit for her photo shoot. Mallory now wore 5-inch closed-toe white pumps instead of her backless high heels. The other, much less subtle change was that she opted not to wear her bra. So, she wore white thigh-high stockings, high heels, and sheer white panties for our wedding. The ensemble was topped off with her bridal veil. Being topless, her tits will be on full display! She also had a pair of gold clip-on, large hoop earrings. She clipped one earring to each of her nipples. The earrings swayed suggestively with every step she took.
My outfit was laid out in my office. It consisted of hot pink, crotchless, opaque tights. My shirt was a lighter shade of pink, body-hugging, and said ‘Cum Piggy’ across the front. There was a pink choker that said ‘Piss whore’ plus white ballet flats. As if these things weren’t bad enough, she had gotten me a pink headband with piggy ears and a butt plug with a curly pink pigtail attached. The icing on the cake was the plastic pig snout that fastened over my normal nose.
I couldn’t believe she would dress me like this in front of the Reverend! However, I have learned not to question her. Reluctantly, albeit with my little guy stirring, I dressed in the Cum Piggy outfit. Shortly before 4:00 PM, Jerome arrived, followed closely by Reverend McAlister.
Mallory came into my office and said, “Ready, Daddy? Ready to marry your daughter!?” She then squealed with delight when she saw my outfit on me. “Oh, how precious! You make such a cute little Cum Piggy Daddy!”
We arrived at the entrance to the family room, arm in arm, both wearing our outfits. I was so humiliated and turned on at the same time. What had I become in just a few weeks at the hands of this crazy, domineering 18-year-old? I felt like running, but my little dick said otherwise.
Reverend McAlister and Jerome were waiting in front of the fireplace where we would conduct the ceremony. The Reverend was in his 70s, overweight, bald, and wore wire rim spectacles. I have known him most of my adult life. When he looked up from his prayer book, his mouth fell open, and he nearly dropped his book!
“Dear God, Jim! Is this some joke?”
“No, Reverend, it’s not a joke. Please try and understand. I will explain everything later.”
Looking at Mallory, he said, “And how old are you, Mallory?”
She glared at him and said, “I’m 18, legal, and a whore. Now let’s get this show on the road.”
I thought the Reverend was seriously going to have a heart attack. His face turned beet red! Mallory tugged at my arm, and we walked into the family room. Mallory’s tits jiggled the whole way, the gold hoops swaying back and forth. We stopped right before the Reverend; Jerome stood off to the side.
“Quit staring at my tits, you pervert.”
The Reverend stuttered, “Yes, of course, Mallory.”
He looked at me again and said, “Jim, I’m just not sure I can perform this ceremony in good conscience. Holy matrimony is a serious commitment.”
“Please, Reverend, the ceremony is short. Mallory and I are quite serious about this. And I was planning to come to see you next week and discuss a large donation to the church.”
Reverend McAlister cleared his throat and said, “Ahem, well, in light of that news, I will proceed.”
Mallory smirked, “Looks like I’m not the only whore here.”
Good Lord! I felt like crawling under the couch! But Mallory was just getting started having her fun. The Reverend had just commenced saying the opening prayer when Mallory shocked everyone again.
She leaned over and whispered, none too quietly, into the Reverend’s ear, “I want to suck your cock Reverend.”
Reverend McAlister, still beet red, tried to ignore her. I thought to myself, good luck with ignoring her!
Then Mallory said, ‘I’m going to suck your old, withered dick right now.” She knelt before the Reverend, unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out!
The Reverend looked at me, imploring me to have her stop. I just shrugged, “She has a mind of her own, Reverend. I recommend you don’t get her upset. Please continue with the ceremony.”
Mallory was bobbing her head up and down on the Reverend’s cock. Jerome was snickering and taking pictures. It was now part of the ceremony for us to recite our vows. Mallory went first. She let the Reverend’s cock fall out of her mouth while she recited her vow.
“I, Mallory, take you, Loser Daddy, to be my lawfully wedded cum piggy and piss whore, to use and abuse as I see fit, to keep in chastity all the days of your life. You will be my Stubby Hubby all the days of our lives.”
She returned to sucking off Reverend McAlister as soon as she was done. It was my turn to read the vow Mallory had written for me.
“I, Loser Daddy, take you, beautiful Mallory, to be my lawfully wedded owner and dominatrix. I will support you financially and faithfully and immediately obey everything you tell me to do. I will be your faithful piss pot and cum piggy all the days of my life. I will encourage you to fuck other men at all times and all the days of my life.”
While I was reading my vows, Mallory finished off the Reverend. His knees buckled as he shot his load into my bride’s mouth.
“Oh God, Mallory!” the Reverend grunted. He then mumbled almost incoherently, “You may kiss the bride.”
Mallory stood up with a mouthful of the Reverend’s cum in her mouth. She gave me a deep, sensual kiss and pushed all the Reverend’s cum into my mouth with her tongue.
After breaking the kiss, she said, “Daddy, don’t you think you should thank the Reverend’s cock for giving you that yummy cummy?”
“Yes, of course, Mallory. Thank you, Reverend.”
“No, silly Daddy! You need to thank his cock! Not him!”
She pushed me to my knees in front of the Reverend.
“Kiss his cock and say thank you!”
The Reverend didn’t want any part of this!
“Please, Mallory, Jim doesn’t need to do this,” the Reverend pleaded.
“Let him kiss and suck your cock, and you can play with my titties while he does it.”
“Well, I suppose that would be OK,” the Reverend acquiesced through his fogged-up spectacles.
I leaned forward and kissed the tip of the Reverend’s cock, aware that Jerome was still snapping pictures. Meanwhile, the Reverend had his hands all over Mallory’s tits.
“Daddy! You need to thank his cock better than that! It gave you a nice big cummy! Tell it to thank you and suck it!”
As foolish as I felt, I said to the Reverend’s cock, “Thank you for the yummy cummy.” I then engulfed his entire cock in my mouth and started bobbing my head up and down. I felt my piggy ears flopping around as I bobbed my head.
“Now you got it, Daddy! Go for it, little cum piggy! Is the little cum piggy going to get another mouthful of yummy cum? Nice piggies oink and snort for their food. Can you oink and snort to get your cummy, Daddy?”
Like a fool, I snorted and then made a pig noise, “Oink, oink.”
Mallory laughed out loud, “How cute! My little cum piggy is begging for its next load of cum!”
“Oink, oink.”
Mallory turned her attention back to the Reverend.
In her best pouty voice, “Do you think you can shoot another cummy right now, Reverend? Can you shoot a big messy cummy for Mallory right into my Daddy’s piggy mouth?”
“I’ll try, Mallory,” Reverend McAlister grunted. “Can I play with your pussy? That might help things along?”
“Sure, Reverend Baby!” She quickly removed her tiny white panties and promptly put them over the Reverend’s head. The Reverend had one hand on Mallory’s left tit and his other fingering her pussy. He looked like an old fool with her panties on his head, but then again, look what I was wearing! I was sucking him and bobbing my head on his withered old dick the whole time.
“Oink, oink.”
“Cum for me, Reverend Baby, cum for Mallory!”
“Oh Mallory, I’ll go to hell for this, but Lord, this feels so good. I’m about to make a cummy for you, Mallory!”
The Reverend grunted once more and then deposited his spunk in my mouth. Mallory ran her fingers lovingly through my hair as my mouth filled with cum.
“Swallow it all, Daddy, just like a good little cum piggy!”
And that’s what I did! As soon as the Reverend came, Mallory moved away from him.
“That’s part of your wedding gift Daddy. Now for the other part.”
She took the chastity cage key from around her neck and unlocked my cage. As my little guy popped free, Jerome laughed outright.
The Reverend snickered and quickly said as he zipped up his pants, “I’ll be leaving now. Call me next week, Jim, about that large donation.” I noticed he tucked Mallory’s panties into his pants pocket.
“Stand up, Daddy.”
After Mallory unlocked me, she went and stood next to Jerome. She put one arm around his waist and stroked his cock through his pants with her other hand.
“Jerk it off, Daddy. You’ve been waiting for this moment. Go ahead, see if it still works, you fucking Loser.”
I stood before my teenage bride and her black boyfriend and stroked my little dick.
“Watch this, Jerome. He’ll finish in less than a minute,” Mallory sneered.
And right on cue, my little guy spat out its meager offering of cum. It fell to the floor in front of Mallory and Jerome. Mallory merely pointed toward the little puddle on the floor with the pointed toe of her high heel. I knew what she wanted me to do. I dropped to my knees and lapped up my spunk. When done, I looked up as Mallory and Jerome were walking up the stairs to the bedroom, hand in hand.
“I’m about to make you a cuckold, Daddy, just another perversion to add to your long list.”
“Thank you, Mallory.” I smiled as I watched them head up the stairs. I know many people would not understand why I allowed her to do these nasty things to me, but God, I am the happiest I have ever been in my entire life! I crawled toward the kitchen, hoping to find one of Mallory’s piss puddles on the floor to quench my thirst!
To be continued…
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