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I was in over my head with Letty. I had given …

I was in over my head with Letty. I had given myself over to her and become her slave girl. We’d met online on Swing Low Chat and I’d decided that she was the kind of girl that I could worship. I could call her my mistress and respect her. 

“You’ll do anything I ask?” she’d asked me online. 

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll do anything for you.” I flashed back to my words in my mind and I knew I had to do what Letty demanded. Now she had me chained to the wall, my hands locked in shackles. My feet were chained to the floor, my legs spread. Letty was wearing a sexy outfit. It was a black bodysuit with leather pants. She had a whip in her hand and she took aim at my clit. She cracked the whip so it snapped just in font of my pussy. I gasped with fear, unable to believe that she had almost hit my clit with that whip. 

“Please don’t hurt my clit!” I begged her. 

“If you’re going to address me, you address me as Mistress. Do you understand?” she asked. 

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s a good girl.” She pulled down he leather pants and she bent over right in front of me so that her ass was in my face. “Lick my ass, you little slut!” Her ass was resting on my tongue and I wanted to lick it. I’d been dying to be made to lick her ass and pussy and serve her in every possible way. I loved being made to lick her anywhere and everywhere she required it. 

“Yes, Mistress!” I said happily and I buried my tongue into her ass, pushing my tongue deep into her. She deserved to feel good and so I worked her asshole with my tongue, trying my best to please her. 

“Ohhh fuck yeah. Keep licking slut!” she called to me and I didn’t dare stop. I wanted her to know how much I loved serving her, and so I served her asshole with my tongue until she pulled it away from me and took off her bodysuit, exposing her breasts. “Lick my nipples,” she commanded. 

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, desperately licking, sucking and gently biting her nipples. I listened to her moan, happy with what I was doing with my tongue. 

“You are such a good girl. Now eat my pussy.” She straddled me and squatted down so that her pussy was resting on my tongue. “Lick it, slut.” I licked her pussy for her. Concentrating with all of my might on bringing her pleasure. She gripped me by the hair and rubbed her pussy all over my face, using my face to get herself off. I couldn’t believe how good it made me feel to serve Letty with my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to please her and I knew that in return I would be pleased. As if she could read my thoughts she pulled her pussy from my mouth and gave me a deep kiss. 

“Your turn to cum, slut.” She stuck two fingers inside of me and hooked them to my g-spot as she bent down and sucked on my clit for me. Between her fingers moving in and out of me and her tongue on my clit, I came my fucking ass off. I was screaming and thrashing about against my restraints. 

“YES MISTRESS! YES MISTRESS!” I screamed and as my orgasm faded she gently removed her fingers from my pussy and her mouth from my clit. 

“Now wait here for me. I need to have some dinner. I’ll be back when I’m done and you can clean my pussy with your tongue again.” 

“Wait Mistress! Do I get dinner?” She had the whip in her hand and she cracked it, this time hitting me in the clit with it. I let out a sick moan. “Owww!” I cried.

“That was your dinner slut. I’ll feed you more in a while.” 

“But Mistress!” 

“Don’t you talk back to me!” she screamed and I shrunk down, afraid to upset her. 

“Yes, Mistress,” I said meekly. I would have to wait for her to return. I needed to be a good slave for her. I wanted her to keep me, and I wanted her to keep making me eat her ass the way she just had. My clit burned from it’s whipping, but it was a burn that was making my pussy wetter. I needed my mistress back. I craved her. My pussy was burning for her. 

slut-problems: “Don’t you dare tell Mandy abo…

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“Don’t you dare tell Mandy about this,” Sarabeth said. She was riding my face and I was doing my best to lick her pussy. She knew that I would do anything for her, anything that she asked. She was holding her phone, making a video of what we were doing. 

“You better be nice to me, or I’m going to show Mandy what a slut you really are! Imagine how upset she’ll be when she sees you eating my pussy like a fucking slut!” Sarabeth knew exactly what to say. I could feel my pussy dripping with wetness as she reached her hand back to finger me. It was dripping down to my asshole and forming a puddle on the sheets. I licked her clit hard and fast and I watched as she threw her head back and let her body shake as I worked her. 

“That’s three orgasms! Not bad, Katey. Keep going. Keep licking until I say you can stop!” Sarabeth was relentless. She ground her pussy into my face, and even reached down and smacked my face a few times, playfully. Her slaps made my pussy surge with more wetness and I wanted more. I wanted Sarabeth to kiss me, to lick my clit for me. 

“Sarabeth, please,” I begged her. 

“Please what, slut? What is it you think you want?” she giggled as she pointed the camera at my face. “Maybe I should send this video to your boyfriend. Would he like that?” 

“Go ahead, send it to him. Please kiss me,” I begged. I didn’t care anymore who knew. I just needed her to make me cum. “Please lick my pussy. Please…I need it! Please, Sara…” 

“It’s not time yet. You’re my pussy eating pet, remember? You’re the babysitter slave bitch. I’m on top of your fucking face, honey. LICK. MY. PUSSY. This isn’t about you. It’s about me,” Sarabeth said, and I knew she was right. This wasn’t about me. I was a servant and I needed to serve her. It was literally my job. 

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, licking her pussy with all my might. She came, and then she slapped me hard across the face. 

“NEVER call me ma’am, Katey. I’m not an old lady. Call me Mistress,” she corrected me. 

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, trying the word out. I knew that Mandy would be mad if she saw me fucking her best friend. Mandy was my boss, and somehow something more. I loved her so much, and her husband too. I didn’t want her to be mad at me, so I would keep Sarabeth’s secret. 

“This is what you’re good for, you fucking slut. You are just perfect for using. You lick pussy so well, too,” Sarabeth said and she came again on my face. I was starting to think that she was just going to use me when she smiled and turned around. She put the phone down and bent down to lick my pussy in a hot girl on girl 69. She licked me with a precision that I wished I possessed. She made me cum in two seconds flat, and then she waited, giving me a moment to compose myself before she did it again. 

“Katey, I can make you cum on command! Watch!” Sarabeth said and sure enough, she proved it. She made me cum several times, and I marveled at what a good lover she was. She might even be better than Mandy and her husband. I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t have much time to think about it before Sarabeth made me cum again, then again. 

“I love the way your orgasms taste, Katey,” Sarabeth moaned and I realized that Sara was now as addicted to my pussy as I was to hers. 

“I love the way yours taste too,” I told her. She climbed off of me and we faced one another on the bed before she moved her mouth to mine and kissed me. 

“Don’t tell Mandy,” she said. 

“I won’t if you won’t,” I promised, and then I let her kiss me again, giving in to her passion. 

“But just remember I can ruin you whenever I want, slut,” Sarabeth threatened playfully. She pressed play on her phone and I watched the video of her riding my face. It was so hot that before I knew it, Sarabeth had my head back between her legs and I licked her desperately. She was so fucking hot. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to please her.

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Break me apart inside. Scramble my moments with your fucking…

Break me apart inside. Scramble my moments with your fucking cock, bouncing my brain off of my fucking skull as I cum like bitch in heat. I need this brutal fucking. I crave it. That’s why I chose you, you sadistic fuck of a man. I could feel your darkness from across an ocean. It’s force draws me in, a beacon to my insanity. I walk closer to your flame, to my own demise. 

I open myself up, giving myself over to your cruelty, to the pain you will cause in my soul. You disturb me, disrupt me. 

Look at what you’ve done to me. I’m weak, poisoned by the way you slam your body into mine, impaling me with the hardest part of you. You hold me back, immobilizing my limbs with your body, weighing me down with your strong thrusting. I have no choice. I go limp like a rag doll, becoming the mistress you’ve always longed for; the kind you can mold and shape into whatever form feels best for your cock. 

slut-problems: Everything was adding up to something that she…

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Everything was adding up to something that she just couldn’t believe. Her husband of fourteen years was having an affair. She had gone through his phone records, snooped through his office and she had found the evidence. She knew the girl’s name, where she lived and had stalked her Facebook profile for a while now. She also knew that her husband was with her right now. She paced back and forth in the foyer waiting for him to come home and with every passing minute she grew angrier and her hate for him grew. How could he do this to her? How could he do this to their family? They had three children together, after all. She needed answers. She was finally ready to confront him tonight. As soon as he got home. 

His car pulled into the driveway and she opened the front door and tried her best to greet him with something other than anger and disdain. He deserved what he got now. The kids were gone tonight. Finally she would ask him the questions that had been weighing heavily on her heart. 

“Hi honey!” he called happily, a spring in his step. He looked so refreshed, so rejuvenated. Maybe she needed to have an affair. She wanted to feel like he looked. 

“Where have you been?” she asked. 

“Out with the guys! Of course. Where else would I be?” he asked her. 

“With Tanya Tuckerman, perhaps,” she said angrily. He froze. The hair stood up on the back of his head. He knew she knew. Now it was all out in the open. “Oh I know all about her and I’m fucking pissed off! How could you do this to us?” she screamed. “How could you?” She raised her fist in anger and thought about hitting him, but thought better of it and lowered her hand. 

“Honey, I’m sorry. I never meant for you to find out! Let’s go talk about this in the bedroom. I need to change out of these clothes,” he said. 

“Why? Do you smell too much like Tanya’s pussy?” she yelled after him as he began to walk down the hall. 

“Look, honey. We’ve been married a long time. I was just trying out another girl. It’s just sex!” he explained. He began to take off his clothes. She couldn’t help but notice how hard his cock was. 

“Why is your dick still hard then? Tanya can’t satisfy you?” 

“Not like you can, babe,” he told her and pulled her close. He began to kiss her and she found herself lost in her husband’s kiss, lost in his touch. She wanted to forget about Tanya. She loved him. He began to pull off her clothes and then he climbed on top of her and shoved his cock into her mouth. It tasted like that bitch’s cunt. She tried to push him off of her but he was smiling down at her. 

“Suck my cock honey. Suck her pussy off of my cock. Tanya just makes me feel so alive. I love fucking her pussy and I love making you lick it off, you miserable bitch.” He held her down and fucked her face. There wasn’t a thing she could do but take it, and so she did. She licked all of Tanya’s pussy off of his cock, tears streaming down her face as she did it. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. 

“I hate you!” she screamed at him. 

“You don’t hate me. You hate what I did. You hate that some hot, younger bitch has me all horny. Well, if you want to keep me honey, then you better get on your hands and knees and let me fuck that pussy doggy style the way I like.” 

She obeyed, giving him her pussy. He grabbed her by the hair and began to fuck her. 

“See honey, you’re just always so pissed off! Why can’t you be more like Tanya? She’s so happy and optimistic. She loves sucking and fucking my cock. She can’t stop smiling the whole time, and it’s contagious,” he said hammering her with his cock from behind. Then he pushed her face down into the bed and absolutely slammed her pussy from behind with his big cock. 

“Honestly, honey. I’ll stay married to you, for the kids. But I’m not going to stop fucking Tanya. So you had better get used to licking her pussy off of my dick like a dutiful wife!” She tried to answer, but he had her face pushed down into the comforter. She began to cum, despite her anger and upset over the way he was treating her. She came on his cock because she couldn’t help but still love him. He was her husband, and she had to fight for him. She had to be better than Tanya. He began to cum and to her horror he cried out,

“Tanya! Oh yeah, Tanya I love fucking your pussy!” He emptied himself in her and when he was done he smacked her ass and hopped off of her as if nothing bad had happened. 

“You fucking asshole. I’m not Tanya. Don’t you dare call me her fucking name ever again.” 

“Oh I’m sorry,” he said happily. “I didn’t realize I called you Tanya. I’ll have to watch that from now on.”

Everything was adding up to something that she just couldn’t…

Everything was adding up to something that she just couldn’t believe. Her husband of fourteen years was having an affair. She had gone through his phone records, snooped through his office and she had found the evidence. She knew the girl’s name, where she lived and had stalked her Facebook profile for a while now. She also knew that her husband was with her right now. She paced back and forth in the foyer waiting for him to come home and with every passing minute she grew angrier and her hate for him grew. How could he do this to her? How could he do this to their family? They had three children together, after all. She needed answers. She was finally ready to confront him tonight. As soon as he got home. 

His car pulled into the driveway and she opened the front door and tried her best to greet him with something other than anger and disdain. He deserved what he got now. The kids were gone tonight. Finally she would ask him the questions that had been weighing heavily on her heart. 

“Hi honey!” he called happily, a spring in his step. He looked so refreshed, so rejuvenated. Maybe she needed to have an affair. She wanted to feel like he looked. 

“Where have you been?” she asked. 

“Out with the guys! Of course. Where else would I be?” he asked her. 

“With Tanya Tuckerman, perhaps,” she said angrily. He froze. The hair stood up on the back of his head. He knew she knew. Now it was all out in the open. “Oh I know all about her and I’m fucking pissed off! How could you do this to us?” she screamed. “How could you?” She raised her fist in anger and thought about hitting him, but thought better of it and lowered her hand. 

“Honey, I’m sorry. I never meant for you to find out! Let’s go talk about this in the bedroom. I need to change out of these clothes,” he said. 

“Why? Do you smell too much like Tanya’s pussy?” she yelled after him as he began to walk down the hall. 

“Look, honey. We’ve been married a long time. I was just trying out another girl. It’s just sex!” he explained. He began to take off his clothes. She couldn’t help but notice how hard his cock was. 

“Why is your dick still hard then? Tanya can’t satisfy you?” 

“Not like you can, babe,” he told her and pulled her close. He began to kiss her and she found herself lost in her husband’s kiss, lost in his touch. She wanted to forget about Tanya. She loved him. He began to pull off her clothes and then he climbed on top of her and shoved his cock into her mouth. It tasted like that bitch’s cunt. She tried to push him off of her but he was smiling down at her. 

“Suck my cock honey. Suck her pussy off of my cock. Tanya just makes me feel so alive. I love fucking her pussy and I love making you lick it off, you miserable bitch.” He held her down and fucked her face. There wasn’t a thing she could do but take it, and so she did. She licked all of Tanya’s pussy off of his cock, tears streaming down her face as she did it. He pulled his cock out of her mouth. 

“I hate you!” she screamed at him. 

“You don’t hate me. You hate what I did. You hate that some hot, younger bitch has me all horny. Well, if you want to keep me honey, then you better get on your hands and knees and let me fuck that pussy doggy style the way I like.” 

She obeyed, giving him her pussy. He grabbed her by the hair and began to fuck her. 

“See honey, you’re just always so pissed off! Why can’t you be more like Tanya? She’s so happy and optimistic. She loves sucking and fucking my cock. She can’t stop smiling the whole time, and it’s contagious,” he said hammering her with his cock from behind. Then he pushed her face down into the bed and absolutely slammed her pussy from behind with his big cock. 

“Honestly, honey. I’ll stay married to you, for the kids. But I’m not going to stop fucking Tanya. So you had better get used to licking her pussy off of my dick like a dutiful wife!” She tried to answer, but he had her face pushed down into the comforter. She began to cum, despite her anger and upset over the way he was treating her. She came on his cock because she couldn’t help but still love him. He was her husband, and she had to fight for him. She had to be better than Tanya. He began to cum and to her horror he cried out,

“Tanya! Oh yeah, Tanya I love fucking your pussy!” He emptied himself in her and when he was done he smacked her ass and hopped off of her as if nothing bad had happened. 

“You fucking asshole. I’m not Tanya. Don’t you dare call me her fucking name ever again.” 

“Oh I’m sorry,” he said happily. “I didn’t realize I called you Tanya. I’ll have to watch that from now on.”

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