The Use of A Hole.

'6 PM
Naked and on your knees.
Leave the door unlocked.'

I'd been reading that text message all day long. As if looking at it continuously would make it more acceptable or make it disappear altogether. But when neither of those things had happened by 5:45, I figured I would have to just accept it and do exactly as he indicated before he left town. Not that I hadn't really accepted it: I cleaned the house, I took a shower and I changed the sheets on the bed. Consciously not believing it would happen was just a method of battling nerves, and keeping myself from drenching every surface I'd sat on all day.

At 6 PM, I stripped naked and put myself on my knees in front of the door. I'm an anxious person even though I have little active anxiety and keeping a door unlocked for someone I had never met before was one of the more challenging things I have kept my calm through. Not that my heart wasn't pounding in my mouth. Fortunately it was also pounding inside my cunt.

I tried to focus instead on things that would calm me. Like the fact that he wouldn't ever leave me alone to be fucked by someone he didn't trust. I tried to focus on the pictures she sent me and how he made me touch myself every evening that week while I watched her slick puffy pussy. Fuck, that was hot. I didn't even know her yet I longed so desperately to taste her. I begged him every night to let me look at those pictures of her. She was gorgeous; long, long legs and thick curly hair. Curly hair invoke something vile inside me. Or maybe that's literally anything. Literally anything invokes something vile inside me, I have to assume the real trigger is actually the weather.

It was 6:30 when I finally saw the door handle turning in front of me. I wanted to disappear into the floor; the only other time I have ever felt like that was when he let some woman he was fucking tell me to strip naked and show her my tattoos. In all the positions. I didn't look up when she walked in and closed the door. I left her enough space that she could do that, but not much more, without stepping over me. I could see only her legs and the sensible work heels.

"Are you the hole?" She asked.

A little nervous.

A little bit of bravado.

But mostly confidence.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

A little nervous.

A little bit of bravado.

But mostly shame.

"Come," she said gently with a smile.

I imagine she was smiling, I still hadn't looked up. She walked past me and into the bedroom. Clearly she had been here before. Into our house. And clearly he didn't think I should have known that but he'd had to have known I would figure it out. So I figured he wanted me to wonder what they did there. Unfortunately I would only care about that later. Then, I didn't care. I hadn't touched her but I could smell her as I crawled into my bedroom. Sometimes I really feel like a degenerate. It's not unsettling.

I waited at the door of our bedroom. She invited me in. Into my bedroom. She was sitting on our bed, her legs swung down the side. Her feet were on the floor and I crawled up right beside them. The headiness of arousal is really much more potent than any other form of inebriation. There's no other high in which I'll do anything.

"I hear it likes to lick dirt off shoes," she said in a voice that reminded me very much of the teller at the bank, "Would you like to lick the dirt off my shoes?"

"Very much," I said in a voice that reminded of a child being offered a plate full of candy.

When I have a mouthful of dirt, I'm always amazed by how much I don't care that it's fucking dirt. The more dirt the more lost I become. I have no idea when her shoes were replaced with her feet, just that I'd never really realized that red toenails and pink feet have a unique taste of their own. It makes me hunger.

"Do you know my name?" She asked, suddenly.

I suddenly remembered that she was a person and not a pair of feet. It's strange when realizations wash quite physically over you.

"Yes, I do know your name," I told her in a much more normal tone of voice than I had used before, "Do you know my name?"

She stood up and over me. It was the first time I really saw her completely.

"No. Of course not," she said stepping over my breast and grasping the nipple between her toes, "You're the hole."

She was lying but it brought me back to exactly why we were there all the same. Immediately seeing the curly hair made my cunt twitch. I stifled the first moan but I couldn't stifle the second.

"He said you really wanted me," she said pulling me up onto my feet.

I was surprised by her strength or perhaps I was actually as weightless as I was feeling. I wasn't surprised that he would tell her that though. Not that it was false. I did really want her. I couldn't explain it. I didn't know her and I didn't know much about her but I fell asleep for nights with the image of her pussy closing in onto my mouth. The soft hair brushing roughly against my nose. It didn't make sense but little does once my hole is involved. She wasn't wrong about that either, I am the hole.

And the hole liked her pushing it back into the door. She made me spread my legs and put my arms up behind my head. I could feel how big and fat my clit was getting just from being touched by her. He's always telling me girls with big fat clits are dirty whores. And I don't suppose I could have felt more like a dirty whore than I did then.

"Look at me," she said sitting down on the egde of the bed.

Slowly she took her dress off over her head, I could feel my mouth opening at the sight of her soft, plump curves and hard, feminine shoulders. I felt like a creep but everything about it was intoxicating. Like twilight sleep. It took everything in me to not crawl towards her and lick everything in sight. Fortunately for me she got up and walked towards me. On stable ground, I came up to her shoulders, yet she seemed like the more delicate one.

She unclasped her white bra and let it fall to the floor. I immediately picked it up. I don't know why. I didn't know what to do with it so I held it in my hand. She looked at it and then at me. Then she took two steps forward and I was poking her in the chest with my chin. I tried to back into the door but I felt her push my face into her breasts instead. She had big nipples. I don't know why that's important but it took me three seconds to put one in my mouth.

"Mmm, suck my tits," she said throwing her head back a little.

I wasn't into boobs until recently. I mean I'm happy to be smothered but I wasn't really one to suck and lick tits. Until the one afternoon of porn where I chanced upon a Russian teacher (meaning, porn actress) fingering a young woman in the ass while stifling her screams by making her suck her tits. It was so hot I couldn't wait to put a breast in my mouth. I disgust myself but I didn't focus too much on that as I sucked and slobbered all over her breasts. It felt so good to be held to the teat like that. It felt so good to be so helpless for such a shameful;l reason; helpless before the sexual appeal of an attractive woman.

She pushed me down to my knees and I didn't even open my eyes. I just kept on sucking on everything my mouth could reach. I finally only opened my eyes when I realized I was sucking on the wet lace of her panties. I couldn't have paused for longer than a second before diving back to the damp fabric. I sucked on it in a desperate attempt to get to her but she held me off by pushing into me so hard I couldn't move my mouth if I tried. I couldn't breathe. She held me there as I struggled for air and to open my mouth for just one good lick.

When she backed away from me my tongue was hanging out of my mouth.

"You're so hungry," she said, with a giggle, "You're a hungry hole."

So she saw it. She saw my desperation and she used it to make me feel small. I didn't care though. I would do anything. Anything to get between her legs.

"Lie on the bed," she said pulling me towards my own bed with such authority you'd wonder if she'd lived there before.

She stood next to the bed, right next to my face. Slowly she pulled her panties off and reached down to pick them up. The moment I saw her pussy, I leapt forward to kiss it but she held me back with her other hand.

"Not until I say so," she said, "Or you won't get it at all."

I felt sick. Really. Who puts themselves in a position to display their desperate weakness for pussy? I still didn't care though. I just wanted her. And there is perhaps little that has made me feel as elated as I did when she knelt over my face. A knee on either side. I tried to reach up with my mouth but she held me down by my chest.

"Just looking," she said leaning forward to part my legs, "No licking."

I felt the cool breeze of the air conditioning against my hard clit and suddenly I realized she could see that. I tried to hide but there was no place to go. So I just watched her pussy sway so close to my mouth and before I knew it my mouth was open and I was openly begging for just a moment of being buried underneath her wetness.

"You can lick my thighs," she said placing her elbows beside my hips, "Actually, I'll be generous, you can lick everything around my pussy."

I thanked her. I thanked her, and immediately turned to lick all the parts of her that had gotten wet and dirty. I licked between the crevices and until my tongue was raw rubbing against the coarse tangles of her curly hair. Between my legs she was teasing my clit with her rough panties. Actually, not so much teasing as idly toying with it. She barely touched it. Instead just maneuvered the fabric with little skill or planning. But it worked because I was so desperate to be touched. The more she teased me the deeper I dug my face to lick anything that wasn't her cunt but smelled like it. I knew she was horny. She could deny it but everything I licked was wet and sweaty. She was moaning as she stuck the edge of her panties inside my cunt.

"I'll make you a deal," she said sitting up, "You can lick and keep licking my pussy as long as I can keep stuffing yours with my panties. If you can't take anymore, you have to stop. If you take them all, I'll come on your face."

My ascent was grabbing her by the hips and pulling her straight onto my mouth. Just like in my dreams. As soon as I wrapped my lips around hers I felt myself shudder. Just as I felt myself shudder she slipped the edge of of her panties deeper inside me. It hurt more than you'd think but I just wanted to keep drowning in her wetness so I spread my legs wider. I knew I could take all her panties inside me easily. So I held my cunt apart for her as she stuffed them inside me. Slowly at first. Then roughly as I licked up her juices straight from the centre.

"Such a hungry hole," she said tapping it after pushing all of then inside me.

Her weight shifted onto my face as she leaned back to get more comfortable. I sucked on her clit as she rocked back and forth against my chin. I opened my mouth big and wide right underneath her hole as felt her tensing under my tongue and releasing all over my face. I'm not sure which one of us moaned louder.

I lay there, still moaning as she lifted herself off me and wiped herself clean on my pillow case.

"You can sniff that later," she said laughing.

I lay there still humping her panties while she slipped her dress back on.

"You're a well-fed hole now," she said looking over me, "But I wonder, are you a thirsty hole?"

She gestured I follow her into the bathroom and as I crawled in I realized I was still holding her bra in my hand. I didn't know what to do with it, so I just kept holding it. She sat herself on the edge of the toilet and pulled her dress up the her waist. My mouth followed instinctively and placed itself around her entire pussy. It still tasted so good. I just wanted more and more.

"Keep swallowing, hole," she said leaning back.

The warm refuse trickled into my mouth. Slowly at first and then faster until it was flowing out from the sides of my mouth. Like drool dripping onto my chest. She tightened her hold around my head and I choked on the piss. Spluttering and coughing by the time she finished all over my hair. She wiped herself with some toilet paper and then stood up to leave.

"Nice feeding you, hole," she said walking towards the door.

"I still have your underwear," I said realizing I was still stuffed. And still humping them.

"Keep it," she said as she turned the handle, "It's trash now."

I watched her walk out of the house while still clutching her bra. And as I licked the droplets of her piss from the side of my mouth, I realized, I had no idea who she was.