slut

Lay down. Good girl. Look at him and tell him you're sorry. That you can't help yourself and you need a large, hung, dominant man to use you. Tell him that it's not his fault he's not those things, and that this is just your nature asserting itself.

Perfect. Look at Me. From now until we're done you only look at Me. While I claim you, no matter what he does, you'll pretend he's not even there. Do you understand? Good girl.

you're shaking. The best way to get over your nerves is to get started. Open your mouth. Wider. This isn't his pencil dick. Suck that huge cock. DO NOT LOOK AT HIM. That's the last warning.

Lay down on your back. Look Me in the eyes as I enter you. I want to see the trepidation give way to pain, and the pain fade to pleasure. I want to see the brief wave of guilt pass through your eyes as you hear him wail before I thrust deep to pull your focus back to Me.

This is what you wanted, right? He's crying, but you don't care. It just. feels. so. good. It feels like your tight little cunt is rearranging itself to find every spare bit of space, desperately hoping to let Me just one glorious inch deeper inside of you. I wonder if it'll be shaped like Me forever now. He certainly will never feel the same inside you again.

I bet he's so gentle with you. Yet here you are, one nipple twisted so far you'd scream if I didn't have two fingers deep in your mouth. Each thrust sends a jolt of pain through you but you're chasing that pain. you deserve that pain for chasing this...chasing Me.

That's a good girl. Cum for Me. Harder. Deeper. Yes, he's never heard those noises before. NOW look at him. Here you lay, crying and cumming at the same time. you're a mess.

Make her guess who it is every time. And if she gets it right maybe you’ll fuck her.

“Oh it went so good! So,

*I unzip my pants and start stroking my cock right in front of your stupid face*

“Uhhm”

“Continue sweetheart, so your day went good?”

“Well yeah I uhm, I had my lunch..”

*I put my balls right against your nose and start rubbing them on her face*

“…ah fuck”

“Why aren’t you talking babe? Are you distracted?…”

“The smell, s-“

“Sniff it, sniff it up and get nice and lightheaded”

*sniffs and mouth hangs open*

*my soft cock slips in your mouth and stretches it out”

*I seat it in your throat and start rocking slowly back and forth*

I crawl over to help him pull down his boxers and bury my face under his cock, savoring the texture of his ball hairs on my tongue. He's right, I do get stupid when I sniff him, so I do my best to listen to him.

"You've been cooking my meals and cleaning my house for a while now in place of rent, and we're getting to the point where the house is so clean, I'm just not sure you're earning your place anymore."

Daddy has been letting me stay with him ever since he made me quit university. by now I've deep cleaned every room in his house, always in my uniform of a cheap slutty French maid costume with a micro skirt and no undies. He works from home, and he likes to watch me clean. When I serve him lunch he either uses me as a table or has me lick his ass. I've become very comfortable in our routine, and I'm worried about what Daddy is telling me.

"Pay attention, ball licker. You need to get a job. Don't worry, I have one lined up. A friend of mine is a manager at McDonald's, and he said you can work at his store. You'll work nights so that you're still here to serve me during the day. Tomorrow we'll go in to get you set up. I know how dumb you are, so I'll make sure the direct deposit for your paychecks goes into my account."

I grunt while sucking on his balls, my weak attempts to pull back and protest met with his iron grip in my hair holding me down.

"shh ass wipe, don't struggle, cunts don't know shit about managing money, better just leave it all to me. Don't worry, you'll get an allowance after you've finished your chores at home. don't want you shirking your duties now that you have a job"

all I can do is whine as he pulls me from his balls down to lick his asshole. He groans with satisfaction, hand tightening its grip in my hair and holding me tight to his clenching hole.

"goood bitch, that's right. Say 'thank you' for letting you serve me and handle your money for you"