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I couldn't believe it when you called me, your voice breathless and excited. You told me that your husband knew about us, and that he was okay with it. In fact, you said he wanted me to fuck you, to make you my slut. My cock twitched at the thought, and I felt my heart rate quicken.

"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes," you replied, "I want you to come over right now and fuck me. I want you to fill me up with your cum and then film it all so I can send it to my husband. I want him to see that I'm your slut now."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I quickly got dressed and headed over to your house, my mind racing with dirty thoughts the entire time. When I arrived, you were waiting for me at the door, wearing nothing but a short robe that barely covered your ass.

"Fuck, you look hot," I said, my eyes raking over your body.

"I know," you replied, a wicked smile on your face. "I've been thinking about this all day. I want you to take me, to use me like the slut I am."

I didn't waste any time. I pushed you up against the wall and started kissing you, my tongue exploring your mouth as my hands roamed over your body. You moaned into my mouth as I slid my hand up your thigh and started rubbing your pussy through your panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I muttered, breaking our kiss for a moment.

"I know," you replied, your voice breathless. "I've been thinking about this all day. I want you inside me."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, exposing your wet, shaved pussy. I wasted no time in sliding two fingers inside you, making you moan loudly.

"Yes, just like that," you said, your head falling back against the wall.

I started finger fucking you, my fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy as you moaned and writhed against the wall. I could feel your orgasm building, your pussy clenching around my fingers as I fucked you harder and harder.

"Come for me, you dirty slut," I said, my voice low and commanding.

That was all it took. You cried out as you came, your pussy flooding my hand with your juices. I didn't give you any time to recover, though. I pulled my fingers out of your pussy and replaced them with my cock, sliding inside you with one swift thrust.

"Yes, fuck me," you said, your voice hoarse. "Fuck me like the dirty slut I am."

I started pounding into you, my cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy as you moaned and screamed. I could feel another orgasm building inside you, your pussy clenching around my cock as I fucked you harder and harder.

"Come for me again," I said, my voice low and commanding. "I want to feel your pussy milk my cock."

You didn't disappoint. You cried out as you came again, your pussy flooding my cock with your juices. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I fucked you harder and harder.

"I'm going to cum," I said, my voice low and intense. "I'm going to fill your slutty pussy with my cum."

"Yes, do it," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

With a final thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled your pussy with my cum. I pulled out of you and stepped back, my cock still hard and dripping with cum.

"Film it," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want to send it to my husband."

I did as I was told, filming my cum dripping out of your pussy as you moaned and writhed. When I was done, you pulled your robe back on and smiled at me.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft. "I needed that."

"Anytime," I replied, smiling back at you. "You're my slut now, remember?"

"I remember," you said, a wicked smile on your face. "And I can't wait to do it again.

The evening had been filled with laughter and good food, your husband's cooking skills never failed to impress me. As the night wore on, we found ourselves retiring to our respective rooms. I settled into the guest bed, my mind still buzzing with the events of the evening. The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of your husband's gaming headset as he indulged in his nightly Call of Duty session.

Just as I was about to drift off, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to find you standing by the bed, your silhouette barely visible in the dim light filtering in from the hallway. "He's always playing that damn game," you whispered, your voice filled with frustration. "He never has time for me."

I sat up, surprised and a bit confused. "What are you saying, Sarra ?" I asked, using your name for the first time in a way that felt more intimate than before.

You sighed, your hand moving to the sash of your robe. "I'm saying that I need someone who can give me the attention I deserve," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. With a swift motion, you untied the sash, letting the robe fall to the floor.

I couldn't help but stare at your naked form, my heart pounding in my chest. Your body was a masterpiece, curves in all the right places, and your breasts, full and inviting. "Sarra, are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, stepping closer to the bed. "I've never been surer about anything," you replied, your voice filled with a desire that made my heart race. You climbed onto the bed, your body pressing against mine. I could feel the heat radiating from your skin, the scent of your arousal filling the room.

I didn't need any more convincing. I pulled you closer, my lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands roamed my body, pulling at my clothes until I was as naked as you. I could feel your heart pounding against mine, your breath hot against my skin.

I trailed my lips down your neck, my hands cupping your breasts. I could feel your nipples harden under my touch, your breath hitching as I rolled them between my fingers. I continued my descent, my lips finding your nipples, teasing and sucking until you were moaning softly.

I moved lower, my lips tracing a path down your stomach, my hands gripping your hips. I could feel your body trembling with anticipation, your legs parting to give me access. I didn't waste any time, my tongue darting out to taste your sweet pussy.

You moaned loudly, your hands gripping my hair as I licked and sucked at your clit. I could feel you getting closer, your body tensing under my touch. I slipped a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that made you see stars.

You came with a loud moan, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you. I didn't give you time to recover, my cock already rock hard and ready to fuck you. I positioned myself at your entrance, looking into your eyes as I slowly pushed inside.

You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate me. I could feel your pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I started to move, my thrusts slow and deep, drawing out your pleasure.

I could feel your body responding, your hips moving to meet mine. I could feel your pussy clenching around me, pulling me deeper. I knew you were close, your moans getting louder, your body tensing under mine.

I thrust harder, faster, wanting to feel you come around my cock. You cried out, your body shaking as you came, your pussy milking my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer, my own orgasm hitting me like a freight train.

We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies still connected. I could feel your heart pounding against mine, your breath hot against my skin. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice filled with a satisfaction that made me smile.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Anytime, Sarra ," I replied, my voice filled with a promise that I knew I would keep.

As I lay there, my body still tingling from the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn't help but think about the witty ending to this story. I guess sometimes, the best stories are the ones that are left unfinished, their endings left to the imagination of the reader. But one thing was for sure, this was a night I would never forget

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I grip your hair tightly, my fingers tangled in your silky locks as I pull your head back, exposing your delicate neck. "You're mine," I growl, my voice husky with desire. "My dirty little whore."

Your breath hitches as I trail my fingers down your spine, tracing the curve of your back until I reach the soft swell of your ass. I give it a hard smack, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. You gasp, your body trembling with anticipation.

"On your knees," I command, my voice firm. You obey without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine as you lower yourself to the ground. Your fingers fumble with the buckle of my belt, your hands shaking with need.

I chuckle, my eyes dark with lust. "Eager, are we?" I tease, my fingers tracing the outline of your lips. "Open your mouth."

You comply, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my fingers into your mouth, my cock twitching as you suck on them, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good whore," I praise, my voice low. I pull my fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with my hard cock. You moan as I thrust into your mouth, my hands gripping your hair tightly.

I fuck your mouth roughly, my hips moving in a punishing rhythm as I use you for my pleasure. You gag around my cock, tears streaming down your face as you struggle to take me.

"Look at you," I sneer, my voice filled with disgust. "You're nothing but a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

You nod, your eyes pleading with me to continue. I pull out of your mouth, my cock glistening with your saliva. "Get up," I command, my voice harsh.

You scramble to your feet, your body trembling with need. I push you onto the bed, my hands roaming over your body as I explore every inch of you.

I pinch your nipples, twisting them cruelly as you moan beneath me. I trail my fingers down your stomach, my hand dipping between your legs to find your pussy soaking wet.

"You're dripping for me, aren't you?" I taunt, my fingers teasing your clit. "You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

You nod, your body trembling with need. I thrust into you roughly, my cock filling you up completely. You scream as I fuck you, my hips slamming into you with a punishing rhythm.

I grab your hips, my fingers digging into your skin as I fuck you harder. Your body arches beneath me, your back bowing as you cry out in pleasure.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My breeding cow, always full of my cum."

I thrust into you one final time, my cock spasming as I fill you up with my cum. You moan, your body shaking as you come apart beneath me.

I pull out of you, my cock still hard as I admire my handiwork. You lay there, your body covered in sweat and cum, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Good girl," I praise, my voice filled with satisfaction. "You're a natural."

I grab your hand, pulling you up to your feet. "Now, let's go show everyone what a good little whore you are."

You follow me, your body still trembling with pleasure as we make our way through the crowded room. Heads turn as we pass, eyes filled with lust as they take in your disheveled appearance.

I push you onto the table, my hands roaming over your body as I present you to the crowd. "Who wants to fuck this dirty little whore?" I ask, my voice loud and clear.

Hands reach out, grabbing at your body as men surround you, eager to take their turn with you. I step back, watching as they use you for their pleasure.

"You're mine," I remind you, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My dirty little whore, always ready for me."

You nod, your body trembling with pleasure as they take you. I watch, my cock hardening as I see you used and abused by these men.

"You're a natural," I praise, my voice filled with pride. "My famous dirty whore."

My Property – Part 2: Good Pets Obey”

The door shuts behind me with a satisfying click.

And there she is. Right where she belongs.

On her knees. Naked. Waiting.

The light from the hallway cuts across her bare skin, highlighting the way her back curves just slightly as she presents herself to me—shoulders pulled back, thighs parted wide, her collar locked tight around her neck. Her eyes stay lowered, exactly as trained, but the words come without hesitation:

“Thank you, Sir… for owning me.”

My lips curl into a slow smile. She doesn’t even look up for praise—she’s too deep in her place. Not a partner. Not a lover. Not even a person in this moment. Just my slave. My possession. My obedient, wet little pet.

I say nothing.

I make her wait.

I walk slowly around her like a predator circling a caged thing. I see the way she breathes—shallow, needy, already trembling. Her thighs are slick and glistening. Her nipples are tight. Her body is practically begging me to touch her. To use her. To take.

I stop behind her. Let the silence stretch like a leash around her throat. Then:

“Crawl to me.”

She moves instantly—on hands and knees, crawling across the hardwood floor like the obedient bitch she is. Her ass sways naturally, submissively. It’s not performance—it’s instinct now. Her mouth opens slightly, like she’s hoping I’ll spit in it again. Like a pet begging for scraps.

I grip her chin hard and lift her face. Her eyes stay down.

“Look at me.”

She obeys.

“Do you exist for anything other than my use?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you a woman?”

“No, Sir.”

“What are you?”

“Your property. Your slave. Your pet. I’m whatever you say I am.”

Good.

I shove two fingers between her legs and feel just how soaked she is—hot and dripping and pulsing around nothing.

“You’re disgusting,” I growl. “Dripping like a needy bitch just because I walked in the door.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers. “I’m disgusting. I’m yours.”

I pull my fingers out, hold them to her lips. She opens eagerly. I feed her her own slick like it’s dinner. She sucks hungrily, moaning, her tongue swirling as she cleans my fingers like the obedient little thing she is.

“Get in position. Hands on the floor. Knees spread. Face the mirror.”

She scrambles to obey. She knows the rules. I watch her crawl to the full-length mirror I installed for this very reason—so she can watch herself be used.

She settles on all fours, her collar shining, her pussy exposed and twitching.

I unzip my pants slowly and step behind her, my cock already hard, thick with anticipation.

“You’ve got one job in this house,” I say as I slap her ass hard. “And that’s to be used.”

Another slap. Then another. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head up to the mirror.

“Look at yourself. Look at what you are.”

She stares, whimpering.

“My little fuckpet. My cumdrunk slave. You live for this.”

“Yes, Sir. Please use me. Please… don’t stop.”

I push inside her in one deep, brutal thrust. She screams—but it’s the kind of scream I love: relief mixed with pain, like her body’s finally back where it belongs.

“Shut up and take it.”

I fuck her like she’s a toy. Like she has no thoughts, no agency, no purpose except to milk my cock and moan for my pleasure. I wrap her leash around my hand and use it to control her rhythm—yanking when I want her deeper, tightening when I want her to moan louder.

“You’re not even human to me anymore,” I snarl. “You’re a fucking object. A hole with a heartbeat. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps. “Use me. Break me. I’m yours.”

Her cunt squeezes around me like she’s already close. But she knows better.

“You do not cum unless I command it.”

“Yes, Sir. Please—please let me.”

I don’t answer. I just keep going. Relentless. Cruel. Filling her completely, pushing her further than most would survive. She screams into the floor, hands clawing at the wood.

I pull out just before I explode, shove her flat to the ground, and straddle her face.

“Mouth open.”

She obeys instantly, tongue out, lips parted, hungry.

I stroke myself, spit dripping down onto her tongue as I groan. My cock pulses, and I unload deep into her mouth—thick, hot ropes that she swallows without hesitation, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

“Good. Fucking. Pet.”

She swallows again, then whispers: “Thank you, Sir.”

I look down at her—naked, wrecked, face messy and dripping with sweat and spit and my cum.

I snap a photo. Then two.

“You’re mine. And tomorrow, we’re going to show them what a real slave looks like.”

On my knees for you Sir. Thank you so much for owning me.

I’ll stand over you, one hand in your hair, the other trailing down your throat to remind you who owns every inch of this perfect, begging body.

I won’t be gentle. Not when you’re presenting yourself like the obedient little offering you are.

You don’t just want me to do my thing.

You want to be undone by it.

Used, worshiped, ruined—and rebuilt as mine.

And that’s exactly what you’ll get.

Gravity got you there.

Now I’ll keep you there.

Gravity did her thing. Now I just need you to do yours.

In the heart of our private sanctuary, where the scent of your desire permeates the air, I stand before you, my submissive girl. Your body, a canvas of unbridled lust, trembles with anticipation. Your eyes, filled with a mix of fear and longing, meet mine.

"Take a deep breath, my sweet. You know what's coming," I whisper, my voice dripping with dominance. Your breath hitches, your chest rising and falling rapidly. I can see the goosebumps on your skin, a testament to your arousal.

I trace my fingers along your collarbone, down to the valley between your breasts, and then lower still, until I reach the soft mound between your legs. You gasp as I cup you, feeling your warmth and wetness seep through the thin fabric of your panties.

"So ready for me, aren't you?" I smirk, pressing my fingers against your clit through the fabric. You moan, your body arching into my touch. I chuckle, enjoying the power I hold over you.

With a swift motion, I tear your panties off, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. You whimper, but I silence you with a kiss, my tongue delving into your mouth, tasting your sweetness.

"I'm going to eat you now, my dear. Every inch of you," I murmur against your lips, my hands roaming over your body. I kneel before you, my face level with your sex. I inhale deeply, savoring your scent.

I spread your lips open, revealing your pink, glistening flesh. I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste you. You shudder, your hands fisting in my hair as I lick and suck at your clit.

"Fuck, master," you moan, your legs trembling. I chuckle, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. I continue my assault, my tongue delving into your pussy, tasting your sweet nectar.

I pull back, my face glistening with your juices. I look up at you, my eyes filled with hunger. "You taste so fucking good, my sweet. But I want more."

I turn you around, your ass presented to me like a feast. I knead your cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal your tight, puckered hole. I lean in, my tongue flicking against your asshole.

You gasp, your body tensing. "Relax, my dear. I'm going to fuck you here too," I murmur, my tongue continuing its assault. You moan, your body relaxing as I tongue your ass.

I stand up, my hard cock pressing against your ass. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit. I rub circles around it as I slide my cock into your pussy. You moan, your body shuddering with pleasure.

"So fucking tight, my dear. You were made for me," I groan, thrusting into you. You push back against me, your body craving more. I oblige, my thrusts becoming more forceful.

I pull out of your pussy, my cock dripping with your juices. I line it up with your ass, slowly pushing in. You moan, your body tensing at the intrusion. I still, letting you adjust to my size.

Once you're ready, I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep. You moan, your body shuddering with pleasure. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit again. I rub circles around it as I fuck your ass.

"Come for me, my dear. Let me feel you come on my cock," I groan, my thrusts becoming more frantic. You moan, your body tensing as your orgasm builds.

With a cry, you come, your body shuddering with pleasure. I groan, your orgasm pushing me over the edge. I come, filling your ass with my cum.

I pull out, my cum dripping from your ass. I turn you around, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. "You're mine, my dear. Every inch of you," I murmur, my hands roaming over your body.

You smile, your body sated. "Yes, master. I'm all yours."

In the quiet of the night, I creep into your house, my heart pounding with anticipation. The thrill of the forbidden only heightens my desire for you, my slutty girl. I've been watching you for weeks, your every move, every breath, every sigh. I've memorized your routines, your likes, your dislikes. And tonight, I'm going to make you mine.

I find you in your bedroom, asleep and vulnerable. I approach you silently, my eyes never leaving your beautiful, slumbering form. I tie your wrists and ankles to the bedposts, ensuring you're completely at my mercy. Your eyes flutter open, confusion giving way to fear, then to arousal as you recognize me.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" I whisper, my voice husky with desire. "You've been teasing me, making me want you. Now, it's time for you to pay the price."

I straddle you, my weight pinning you down. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hitching. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine now," I growl. "And I'm going to make you come, over and over again."

I start with your neck, my lips and tongue exploring the soft, sensitive skin. I move down, my hands roaming over your body, feeling your curves, your softness. I cup your breasts, my thumbs teasing your nipples until they're hard and aching.

"Please," you beg, your voice a whimper. "Please, master."

I smile, my fingers moving down, finding your wetness. I slip a finger inside you, feeling you clench around me. I add another finger, then another, stretching you, preparing you. I can feel your arousal, your need.

"You're so fucking wet," I murmur, my voice filled with hunger. "You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you."

"Yes," you gasp, your hips bucking against my hand. "Yes, please."

I withdraw my fingers, making you whimper with need. I position myself between your legs, my dick hard and throbbing. I tease your entrance, feeling you squirm beneath me. And then, with one hard thrust, I'm inside you.

You cry out, your body arching off the bed. I start to move, my thrusts slow and deep. I can feel you clenching around me, your body begging for release. I lean down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Our tongues dance, our breaths mingling.

I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. I can feel your orgasm building, your body tensing beneath me. I reach between us, my fingers finding your clit. I start to rub, my movements matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Come for me," I demand, my voice a growl. "Come for me, now."

You scream, your body shattering beneath me. I can feel you clenching around me, your orgasm milking my dick. But I'm not done yet. I pull out, flipping you over onto your stomach. I tie your hands to the headboard, ensuring you're completely helpless.

I enter you again, my thrusts hard and deep. I can feel your wetness coating my dick, your body trembling beneath me. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit again. I start to rub, my movements matching the rhythm of my thrusts.

"Again," I demand, my voice filled with lust. "Come for me, again."

And you do, your body shattering beneath me. I can feel your orgasm, your wetness coating my dick. I can feel my own orgasm building, my body tensing. And then, with one final thrust, I come, my orgasm filling you.

I collapse on top of you, our bodies slick with sweat. I untie your wrists, my fingers brushing against your skin. I can feel your heart racing, your breath hitching. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear.

"You're mine now," I whisper, my voice filled with satisfaction. "And I'm never letting you go."

And with that, I roll off you, pulling you into my arms. I can feel your body relaxing, your breaths evening out. I can feel your heart, beating in sync with mine. And as we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, I know that I've found my perfect slut. And I'm never letting her go.

You're on your knees, naked and vulnerable, your hands bound behind your back with rough rope that digs into your skin. Your eyes are downcast, your long lashes brushing your cheeks as you await my next command. I can see the flush of arousal spreading across your chest, your nipples hardening into tight peaks. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, your breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.

"You look so fucking hot like that," I growl, my voice heavy with desire. "Such a pathetic little slut, begging for my cock."

You whimper, your pussy growing wetter at my words. You're soaked, your arousal coating your thighs and dripping down your legs. I can smell your musky scent, and it's driving me wild.

"Please," you beg, your voice trembling. "Please, Master, fuck me. I need your cock inside me."

I chuckle, my dick throbbing in my pants. "Begging won't get you anywhere, whore. You need to earn my cock. You need to prove to me that you're worthy of it."

I step closer to you, my boots scraping against the floor. I reach down and tangle my fingers in your hair, pulling your head back so that you're looking up at me. I can see the desperation in your eyes, the need for release.

"Open your mouth," I command.

You obey without hesitation, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my dick between your lips, feeling the warmth of your mouth envelop me. You start to suck, your tongue swirling around my shaft as you take me deeper into your throat.

"That's it, whore. Suck my dick like the good little slut you are."

I fuck your mouth, my hips pistoning as I thrust in and out of your throat. You gag and choke, tears streaming down your face, but you don't stop. You keep sucking, your lips wrapped tightly around my dick as you take everything I give you.

"Enough," I finally say, pulling out of your mouth with a pop. "Get on all fours."

You comply, your body trembling with anticipation as you assume the position. I can see your wet pussy, glistening in the light, and I can't resist any longer. I position myself behind you, my dick poised at your entrance.

"Beg for it," I demand, my voice low and dangerous. "Beg for my cock, you dirty little whore."

"Please, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from sucking my dick. "Please, fuck my pussy. I need it so bad. I need you inside me."

I slide into you, feeling your tight walls grip me like a vice. You're so fucking wet, your pussy dripping with arousal as I fill you up. I start to fuck you, hard and fast, my balls slapping against your clit as I pound into you.

"You feel so good, whore," I growl, my hands gripping your hips as I fuck you harder and harder. "Your pussy is so tight, so fucking wet. You're such a dirty little slut."

You moan, your voice rising in pitch as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. I can feel your pussy clenching around my dick, your muscles gripping me as you prepare to come.

"Not yet, whore," I command, my voice firm. "You don't come until I say so."

I pull out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath. I flip you over, your body splayed out before me like a feast. I spread your legs wide, exposing your wet, swollen pussy.

"Beg for it," I command again, my voice low and dangerous. "Beg for my cock, you dirty little whore."

"Please, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from begging. "Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me."

I slide back into you, feeling your tight walls grip me once again. I start to fuck you, hard and fast, my hips pistoning as I thrust in and out of you. You moan and whimper, your voice rising in pitch as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Now, whore," I command, my voice low and dangerous. "Come for me. Come on my cock."

You explode, your orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches around my dick, your muscles gripping me as you come hard. I follow you over the edge, my own orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave. I fill you up, my cum flooding your pussy as I come hard.

I pull out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath. You're a mess, your body covered in sweat and cum, your pussy dripping with arousal. But you're smiling, your face flushed with pleasure and satisfaction.

"Thank you, Master," you gasp, your voice hoarse from begging. "Thank you for fucking me. It was so good."