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"Darling! You have to prepare me!" said my friend Katya, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. "Of course, sweetie! You look amazing!" She was wearing a short dress that barely hid the bands of her lace stockings at the bottom and scarcely concealed her nipples at the top. On her feet were high-heeled shoes. Panties and a bra were absent. Her loose long hair and provocative makeup made her look like a prostitute. I knelt at her feet, lifted the short dress, and began licking her pussy. She was still damp from the bath and carried a light scent of shower gel. My friend spread her legs wide, and I simply buried myself in her little slit. Soon,

the aroma of her secretions became noticeable. "You're an awesome cunt-licker!"

she said breathlessly, "now show me what kind of ass-licker you are!" She turned her back to me, and I pressed my face against her appetizing buns. Katya bent over and spread her buttocks with her hands. My tongue immediately began licking her dark anal circle, trying to penetrate it. "Divine! Okay, that's enough! Or I'll cum!" Katya stepped away from me. Her eyes sparkled with desire. "I hope you shaved yourself?" "Yes." "Didn't wear any underwear?" "No." "Looks like you'll soon earn another nickname, cocksucker! Let's go, he won't wait!" We descended in the elevator towards our shared dream. We wanted to plunge headfirst into all the depths of sexual perversions, to the very bottom! Exiting into the courtyard, we headed towards the waiting Audi. A sudden gust of wind lifted Katya's dress, revealing to passersby not only her stockings but also her clean-shaven pussy. The car window opened. "Whore in front! Faggot in the back!" We climbed in as ordered. "I see the whore is ready! And the faggot?" "Ready!" I replied. "Pull your pants down to your knees!" I lifted my ass and obeyed. "Sit like that!"

"Now you!" he addressed Katya, "gather your dress at the top and bottom around your waist!" The windows were tinted, so passersby couldn't see her sitting practically naked. "Spread your legs!" Katya obeyed, and the master's hand began first squeezing her breasts, twisting her nipples, then slapping them a few times before moving to her clitoris. He squeezed it hard, making Katya even cry out. Then, spreading her lips, he penetrated her with his fingers. "Already wet, whore!" he stated, smirking. "That's because the faggot licked me!" Katya told him. "Right! In my presence, you're called whore and faggot! No names!" Taking out a cigarette, the master lit up. "Does the faggot smoke?" "Yes." "I'll leave you one," he grinned. "Squeeze your tits!" Katya pressed her breasts together with her hands.

"Now we're going to a store, where the faggot will choose clothes for the whore, humiliating her in every way, understood?" "Yes." He flicked ash right into the cleavage between her breasts. "In another store, the whore will choose for the faggot! I'll stand nearby, as if uninvolved, and listen." Another portion of ash followed. "The loser gets from me either ten kicks to the balls or ten belt lashes to the pussy. Understood?" "Yes." He leaned slightly towards Katya and spat thickly onto the stocking on her leg. Then he simply extinguished the cigarette butt in the spit. Katya cried out. A spreading hole immediately appeared on the stocking, and a red mark formed on her leg. "Here, smoke!" He handed me the extinguished butt. "No way?! Then eat it!" I started chewing it. "Lick the ash off the tits! Let's go." He drove to a supermarket on the outskirts of the city. "Get dressed! Let's go! Here!" He handed me a credit card, "I'm paying!" We approached the women's lingerie section. "Can I show you anything?" a young salesgirl politely approached. "Yes! I need to buy a skirt for this whore here!" The girl blushed. "And make it short, please! Otherwise, her thighs aren't visible enough! About like this!" I lifted her dress so that a couple more centimeters of skin above the stockings became visible. The girl became even more embarrassed, looking at Katya's exposed legs.

"We'll find something now," she stammered. We selected a few items. "Miss! Give us a few more tops. Well, you understand what kind, for a slut like this." When we got them, I sent her to the fitting room. "I've changed," a voice came from behind the screen. "Well, come out, show yourself!" Men began to gradually gather in the department, watching as Katya emerged from behind the screen time after time. The tops didn't hide but rather emphasized her bare breasts, and the skirts barely covered her pussy. "What a show!" voices were heard. "I'm telling you, she's not wearing any panties!" men argued. "And why is her stocking torn? Probably dropped a cigarette." Someone was filming the scene on their phone. "I deliberately didn't let her take them off, let her walk with the master's mark for now!" Finally, I selected a couple of skirts with tops. "Anything else?" offered the salesgirl. "Yes. Please give me three pairs of stockings, those black fishnet ones. She constantly tears them, fucking anyone, and show me those red panties. Do you like them?" I asked Katya. "Yes." "And why do you need them?" I said loudly, "sluts don't wear panties! Here!" I gave her the package with stockings, "change into them! You could say, your work uniform! Where are you going? Put them on here!" No matter how hard she tried to pull them on, there was still exposed skin between the skirt and the stocking bands. I left a generous tip. "Come again!" the salesgirl said happily. "Definitely!" Katya changed her stockings, threw the old ones in the trash, and we left the store. "Not bad!" praised the master, "now let's go to another store. To dress the faggot!"