Ultr Violet Whore - Part 1
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kinkykes

Ultra Violet Whore - Part 1.

Hi, sorry I haven't posted for a while. Hope you like this story part 2 will be a bit kinkier. Please feel free to leave feedback - I appreciate any kind of message (but if its' that you want fuck me please add more detail!).

Have you noticed how many places use ultra violet light? No? Neither had I until Bob, my lover, got some ultra violet ink.

It started innocently enough. We had a small leak in the central heating system and Bob could not find the leak. So he bought some ultraviolet dye and a small UV touch. He added a small amount of the dye to the system, waited a couple of days and then shone the UV light on all the joints. Sure enough one of the valves glowed bright blue where it had been weeping. Problem fixed. Well the heating problem.

The dye was perfectly safe and biodegradable. Which was just as well as Bob had spilt a little while mixing it with water. He had great fun pretending he was in CSI and the house was a crime scene! But then he thought up something he thought would be more fun.

A couple of days later we had friends round for drinks and Bob had made a point of asking what I would be wearing. I didn't really think anything about it he often wants me to dress Sexy and show me off. He hadn't disagreed so my choice obviously met with his approval. The evening was going well: good conversation; good friends. Bob was recounting his DIY prowess at finding the leak and joking that the house now look like a crime scene that glowed under UV light.

"Look, see how it lights up" he explained pulling out the torch and shining it on the floor to reveal splashes of neon blue.

"But that's not the best bit" he boasted and shone the light at me waving it across my breasts to reveal the words 'Sexy Kes' to much laughter.

"Arhh. Bob" I exclaimed in faux protest covering the words with my arms. Not that there was much need they disappeared as soon as the light was moved away.

The evening continue with the occasional reference to my invisible tag. There were several suggestions that I'd gotten away lightly - that knowing Bob as we all did - there wasn't a reference to me me being his woman!

"Who says there isn't " declared Bob.

"Well we won't find out" I retorted wrestling the torch from Bob and getting my bum smacked for my efforts. But I was secretly wondering - hoping - that there might be more messages.

There are two things Bob knows turn me on: taking risks and been referred to in crude language. Often if we are out he will whisper to me something like 'your my slut' or 'I wonder if people here know your my cum swallowing whore'. He knows the rudeness of the words and the risk of being overhead will get me going. Or if we are out he will get me to undress or have sex where there is a risk of being seen or getting caught. He often claims that he wants me seen naked or caught giving him a blow job and that he would let who ever caught us use me. I am quite submissive and Bob does like to taunt that he would whore me out and I get turned on by the fantasy. So I was surprised that he had limited the invisible words to something so tame. But then he had made sure our friends had seen them.

But I couldn't help imagining what else he had, or could have, written. And just the thought began to turn me on. We fell into bed in the early hours of the morning after our friends had left and made love. All the time I was wondering if there had been other invisible messages on my clothes waiting for the magic UV light to reveal them. The thought that I could have been labelled 'Bob' s fuck toy' or something equally as crude and the message could have been revealed at any time gave me a great orgasm.

The following morning Bob brought a pot of coffee up to bed and we had a lazy start to the day.

"I couldn't believe you'd put that invisible UV ink on my dress" I broached the subject whilst I sipped my coffee "Did you write anything else" I quizzed.

Bob smirked " No, it was just a bit of fun"

"Oh" I replied a little disappointed that my imaginings hadn't been fulfilled.

"Oh" repeated Bob "you sound a little disappointed

"No, No" I was but didn't want to be found out.

Bob put his cup of coffee on the bed side table and rolled into me. His hand warm from the hot coffee cupped by breast and started to gently massage it.

"I think you like the idea of secret messages written on your clothes" Bob revealed my thoughts "Was I too romantic? Would my slut have preferred something more explicit?" he quizzed. All the time he was playing with my boob and now he started to kiss my shoulder.

"No, No it was nice." I continued to try to hide what I had been thinking and put down my coffee so I could focus on what Bob was doing to my boobs.

"Only nice?" Bob questioned as he moved down to kiss and lick my nipple.

"mmmm" I murmured as he sucked my nipple "nice, and surprising"

"Surprising?" his interrogations continued with single words so he didn't have to stop his assault on my breasts.

"Well I didn't know it was there and it could have said anything and how did you know it wouldn't show up?" I tried to explain without giving too much away.

"Suck my cock" Bob commanded as he rolled onto his back. I didn't need telling twice as I pushed back the covers to reveal his hard cock which I eagerly took into my mouth.

Free from his assault on my titties Bob was at liberty to interpret my responses.

"So, you like having invisible messages written on you" Bob was simply restating what we had just agreed. "but you want a dirty message" he concluded. I was in no position to agree as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. "and you want it to be a surprise. What could I write" he continued to muse as I licked the tip of his cock.

"Slut? Too direct" he dismissed "Slag? Possibly. Cock sucker? Appropriate" he started listing possibilities "Property of Bob? Not risky enough. Whore? Yes but what if someone else read it I'd have to sell your services" he seamed to be considering this last one.

"I don't think anyone is going to come to the house and shine a UV torch at me" I suggested momently stopping my task.

"Arh, yes if we stayed in the house there be no need for it to be invisible. We'd have to go out" Bob concluded "that might be quite risky."

With that he pushed me off his cock and rolled on top of me pressing his hard cock into my willing Pusey.

"My, that's a very sloppy count" Bob exclaimed has he pressed deep into me and ground his hips against me.

"Always is for you my lover" I replied but I don't think he was listening as he settled in a rhythm of screwing me.

"I think you like the idea of going out with those invisible words on your clothes. Risking someone having UV light and revealing your secret message." He continued

"uhmmm" I moaned more from the pleasure of what his cock was doing to me than in agreement. But he took it as consent.

"Perhaps I'll write on your dress that you're a slut with no panties on" he continued to embellish

"How, how would they know" I struggled to engage in the fantasy and control, my breathing.

The question seam to throw him for a moment, a temporary halt in his thrusting before he replied "yes, might need to show them"

Again Bob took my sighs of enjoyment to be agreement.

"If they can read the message you'd have to show them: the message could be a code word for you to flash you titties or pussy" he confirmed.

"Oh yes" I cried out his he brought me to orgasm. These were the kind of things I spent to night Bob would write on me.

As my pleasure subsided Bobs strong cock still ground in to me. His self-control delaying his own pleasure so he could verbally tease me some more.

"Mmm. That idea hit the spot" he decided.

It was my turn to join in the fantasy now and push him into filling my cunt with his hot cum.

"You could write whatever you wanted no one would know, just you and me." I took up where he had left off adding my own thoughts "you could write ‘fuck toy' or ‘cum swallower' or ‘juicy count'" I continued to list degrading phrase whilst he cock grew harder inside me.

Finally, I said "you could label me ‘Bob's whore' and add a price list."

"Oh yes" he agreed as he release streams of hot cum into my womb, hugging me tightly as he collapsed on top of me.