You wanted to be a normal girl with him. But you enjoyed to idea of humiliating tattoos no one would ever see, except they would be "intimate" with you. So you let him decide with tattoos should be places on which part of your body. He made good decisions and you felt like the dirty little whore for him you always wanted to be. You have been excited about having his traces on your body. Your perverted self always visible when he fucks you. When anyone fucks you. God how good it felt. How it made your thoughts gone wild. Your brain shut off and only wanting to please whoever uses you...
One day you went shopping with him. Before you could exit the car, he locked the doors and told you to remove your all too revealing skirt. You just laughed and thought he was being silly with you. But as soon as he told you your last sex tape would be send to all your friends, you realized in which situation you are... Has he really listened to you wanting to be black mailed? You thought he would never be doing it as how he reacted to your mumbling about your fetish fantasy... And now he has your future in his hands... You are shocked. But as he reaches between your legs and showing you how wet you already are. Fuck...
Showing a super marked your most private part and your ..fuck... Your humiliating tattoos... Your dripping cunt... Or having all of your friends see how you moan while he violates his personal fuck whore toy? Slapping you, shouting at you...while you spread your holes and eagerly pleasing him.
10 Minutes later you stand at the cash point. Your hole exposed. Your tattoos visible for everyone. You haven't count how many people stared at you. How many smiled at you. How many didn't realized you really exposed yourself to them.
Did your mind went wild about someone touching you? Shaming you? Shouting at you? Slapping you, fingering you, hurting you, using you, using you as the nasty slut you are?
You feel how your wetness slowly runs down your leg as you pay the cashier. You take your bags and walk back to the car. Your partner smiling at you.
"How was it, my lovely whore?"
snowghoul
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