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MY SWEET SLUT
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MY SWEET SLUT Words. Nothing more than words had been shared between them. But through their verbal exchange over the past year, so much had been shared and revealed. At times their texting was often and intense while other times it would become more infrequent. Each time she pulled away, he patiently waited, knowing she would return. It was just after New Years when she reached out to him after they had not spoken in over a month. It was not long into their conversation when he bodily said "I still want you, all of you." He had warned her that this weekend would involve him testing her and she proving her devotion to him. Little did she know that her first test would take place within minutes of her arrival. She arrives at Michaels and as she approaches, she sees an envelope taped to the door addressed to her. She quickly rips it open and reads - Susie, you will proceed as follows: Open the door and enter. Remove your coat and shoes. Make your way to my bedroom, located at the end of the hall on the left hand side. Once there, remove all your clothing. You will find a<b> blindfold </font></b>on the pillow, place it over your eyes. Position yourself in the middle of my bed with your legs spread wide open and wait. His voice speaks for the first time, "my sweet cunt, are those lovely juices for me?" She feels his finger slide down the outside of her swollen lips, her juices covering it immediately. He continues running his finger teasingly across her wet pussy, never pushing or giving her what she wants. He slides a finger down deeper and she tenses as it runs across her opening. "You are my slut now Susie and I will do anything to your body that I desire. Is that clear? " "Yes sir", she replies. The room is once again quiet, but short lived, when she realizes there are other people in the bedroom with them. How many, she does not know, but one thing she is certain of, Michael will have everyone of them fuck his slut. One of the men begins fondling her breasts, quickly bringing her large pink nipples to life. He whispers in her ear "I'm gonna fuck you like the slut you are." Her body responding, warming, making itself ready for the onslaught to come. She is being pulled to the end of the bed. With his hands on her inner thighs, he forces her legs apart and slowly pushes himself inside her. Within seconds, all the men are on her. She has hands and dicks and mouths all over her, ripping at her, shoving into her without any mercy. The smell of man and the sheer enormity of it overwhelms her. Never has she had so much at one time. She is insane with need. There was barely an inch of her that isn't covered by man. She wanted all of them. She wanted man cum in her and on her. She lost total control of herself and became nothing but a female in heat. Her humanity left as animal instinct took over. They took turns for the better part of an hour. Every hole was cum into in every position they could dream up. When they tired of fucking her on her back they put her up on her knees and fucked her. One by one the men satisfy themselves and get off the bed and leave. She feels the bed shift as a man positions himself before her. She knows this is the last man and that it's Michael. She lifts her hips to give him better access. "My slut is ready." He says. He brushes the head of his cock against her clit again and again, lightly, teasingly while she tries desperately to slide her pussy against it, to capture it and pull his hard cock inside her aching pussy. Even though she has just been fucked by 5 other men, this is the cock she wants more than any other. "What shall I do with my cock, my sweet slut? Shall I fuck your very wet pussy?" "Please, Sir, I need you!" "What do you need slut? Tell me !" That commanding tone, reaching inside of her and stealing her breath, forcing her obedience. "Your cock, Sir. Please, I need your cock." She bit her lip and slides her hips upwards, seeking his hardness. Dignity forgotten now, she can only feel. She is alive with feelings, every nerve seems to be standing on end. She realizes then that by robbing her of her sight, he has forced her to concentrate on her other senses and every sense in her was screaming for him to fuck her. She lets out a moan as his cock brushes against her clit again and slides up to her slick entrance, pressing his head against her and pushing in. She gasps as she realizes how thick his cock is, stretching her with just his tip, letting out a scream as he lifts and rams it deep inside her with one hard thrust. She can feel every hard, thick inch of him filling her pussy. She hardly drew a breath before he pulled his cock out just to the head and then he thrust again, hard and deep. He never broke his rhythm. His balls slapping against her, adding to the sensations he was giving her body. She thought she could not bear anymore as he rose off his knees to thrust into her pussy over and over. She hears the tension in his voice as it floats through the haze of pleasure. She can hear his laboured breathing and takes pleasure in the fact that he is not unaffected by this. She knows shes not alone in her arousal and she reacts by tightening her pussy around his cock, trying to pull him deeper. She can hear his intake of breath and his pace pick up, fucking her harder now, his cock ramming in over and over. She catches her breath as he leans into her hips, spreading her legs further, thrusting his cock harder, faster and deeper. She looses control. It was all she needed and her body explodes into pure sensation, concentrated on her pussy and radiating out until she felt like one mass of white-hot arousal and pleasure. She hears his cry and feels him slam his cock with hot jets spurting into her. Their bodies strained against each other, riding out the same waves together. She feels him lean forward and he removes the mask that's been covering her eyes. "My sweet slut, you know you are mine now and will never feel the depths of what we just shared with another man ever again." "Yes, Sir." She replies. |
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I so say you could make a killing if you wrote a book....have always said that about you.
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