You Should Be Dripping For Me.

In the heart of the city, nestled between towering skyscrapers, lay a hidden world known only to the initiated. A world where the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, were blurred. This was my world, and tonight, you were mine.

You stood before me, your eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. Your body trembled, not from cold, but from the anticipation of what was to come. Your hands were bound behind your back, your chest heaving with each shallow breath. Your nudity was a testament to your submission, your willingness to surrender to my every whim.

I circled you, my eyes raking over your body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. "You look so fucking beautiful like this," I whispered in your ear, my breath hot against your skin. "Helpless. Vulnerable. All mine."

I traced a finger down your spine, watching as goosebumps erupted in its wake. You gasped, your body arching into my touch. I smirked, knowing that even in this state of submission, you still craved my touch.

I moved to stand in front of you, my eyes meeting yours. "You're mine tonight," I said, my voice low and commanding. "And I'm going to use you however I see fit."

I reached out, my fingers finding your nipples. I pinched them hard, watching as your eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping your lips. I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "And then, I'm going to piss on you."

Your eyes flew open, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across your face. I chuckled, my hand moving down to cup your pussy. I found you wet, your arousal coating my fingers. "You like that idea, don't you?" I asked, my voice husky.

I didn't wait for your answer. Instead, I pushed you down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide. I knelt between them, my eyes locked on your glistening pussy. I licked my lips, hunger gnawing at my insides. I wanted to taste you, to feel you writhe beneath me as I devoured you.

I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste your sweetness. You moaned, your hips bucking against my mouth. I gripped your thighs, holding you in place as I feasted on you. I lapped at your clit, my tongue flicking and teasing, driving you to the brink of madness.

I felt you tense beneath me, your body coiling like a spring. I knew you were close, so close to shattering. I pulled back, my lips glistening with your arousal. "Not yet," I said, my voice firm. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moved up your body, my lips claiming yours in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on your lips, the taste of your arousal mixed with mine. It was intoxicating, a heady mix that only served to fuel my desire.

I broke the kiss, my hands moving to grip your hips. I flipped you over, pulling you up onto your knees. I positioned myself behind you, my cock nudging at your entrance. I gripped your hips, my fingers digging into your skin. "Ready?" I asked, my voice thick with lust.

You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation. I didn't wait. I slammed into you, my cock filling you completely. You cried out, your body arching against mine. I gripped your hips, pulling you back onto me as I thrust into you.

I fucked you hard, my hips slamming against yours, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing around the room. I could feel your orgasm building, your pussy tightening around my cock. I reached around, my fingers finding your clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, my thrusts becoming more frantic.

I felt you shatter, your body convulsing around mine as you came. I followed soon after, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. I pulled out, my cum spilling out of you, coating your thighs and dripping onto the bed.

I moved to stand above you, my cock still hard and ready. I looked down at you, your body trembling and spent. "Now," I said, my voice husky. "I'm going to piss on you."

I watched as your eyes widened, a mix of shock and anticipation flashing across your face. I gripped my cock, aiming it at you. I let go, my piss spraying out, coating your body in a warm golden shower.

I watched as you writhed beneath me, your body responding to the sensation. I chuckled, my cock still hard and ready. "I told you I'd use you however I saw fit," I said, my voice thick with satisfaction. "And I always keep my promises."

And with that, I left you there, your body covered in my cum and my piss. A testament to my dominance, a symbol of your submission. And as I walked away, I knew that tonight, you were truly mine

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.

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."

In the quiet hum of the night, I lay in bed with my wife, her soft snores a familiar lullaby. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow on our entwined bodies. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. But tonight, I found myself restless, my mind wandering to the room next door where you slept.

I could hear your soft breaths through the thin walls, a rhythm that matched my own heartbeat. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake my wife. The floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded quietly to your room. The door creaked softly as I opened it, revealing your sleeping form, bathed in the same moonlight that had illuminated my own room.

I stood there for a moment, watching you sleep. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your body barely covered by the thin sheet. I could see the outline of your curves, the soft swell of your breasts, the gentle curve of your hips. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the bed, my hands already reaching for you.

I slid into bed beside you, my body pressed against yours. You stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping your lips as I wrapped my arms around you. I could feel your heart beating against my chest, your body responding to my touch even in sleep. I traced my fingers along your arm, down your side, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "Wake up, my little girl ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across your face as you recognized me. "I was hoping you'd come," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

I didn't respond, my hands already moving to pull the sheet away from your body. I could see the desire in your eyes, the way your body arched towards mine. I leaned in, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. Your hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as our bodies pressed together.

I could feel your heart racing, your breath coming in short gasps as my hands explored your body. I traced my fingers along your thigh, feeling the heat between your legs. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I slipped my fingers inside you, feeling you clench around me as I began to move.

You moaned softly, your body arching towards mine. I could feel your desire, your need. I moved my fingers faster, feeling you tighten around me. I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge.

I pulled away, my fingers sliding out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved down your body, my lips tracing a path along your skin. I could feel your heart pounding beneath my lips, your breath coming in short gasps.

I reached your pussy, my tongue tracing the same path my fingers had taken. I could taste your desire, your wetness. I could feel your body trembling beneath me, your moans filling the room. I moved my tongue faster, feeling you clench around me.

I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge. I pulled away, my tongue sliding out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved up your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

I could feel your desire, your need. I slipped my cock inside you, feeling you clench around me. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of you. I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge.

I pulled away, my cock slipping out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved up your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. "I want you to suck my cock," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

You nodded, your eyes filled with desire. You moved down my body, your lips wrapping around my cock. I could feel your tongue tracing the length of my shaft, your lips wrapped around me. I could feel your desire, your need.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as you brought me to the edge. I pulled away, my cock slipping out of your mouth. You looked up at me, your eyes filled with desire. I moved down your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

"I want to fuck you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. You nodded, your body arching towards mine. I slipped my cock inside you, feeling you clench around me. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of you.

I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge. Our breaths quickened, mingling in the stillness of the room. With a final, shuddering release, you trembled beneath me, your nails lightly digging into my skin. I followed shortly after, my body tightening with the rush of pleasure, holding you close as waves of warmth settled between us.

Slowly, I eased my body away, brushing my lips softly against your forehead. You sighed contentedly, eyes half-closed, a tender smile playing on your lips. I lingered a moment longer, memorizing the softness of your skin, the steady beat of your heart beneath my hand.

Careful not to disturb the fragile peace, I slipped out of bed and pulled the sheet up to cover you. The moonlight still cast its silver glow, bathing the room in quiet serenity.

I moved toward the door, each step measured and silent. Back in my room, the familiar warmth of my wife’s sleeping form welcomed me. I slid quietly beneath the covers, feeling the steady rhythm of her breath. My mind swirled with the night’s secret passion, a hidden fire that burned just behind the calm façade.

As I closed my eyes, I reached out, fingers brushing her cheek in the dark. The night held its secrets, and for now, they were mine alone.

My Property – part 1

You’re already in position—on your hands and knees like a trained bitch. Naked, save for the thick black collar around your neck—my mark. A symbol that you don’t belong to yourself anymore. You’re mine.

I step into the room slowly, savoring the sight of you presented so perfectly. Your ass is high, your back arched just how I like it. I can see the slick trail glistening down your thighs, your pussy already dripping, needy, desperate.

“Look at you,” I growl. “My filthy little pet. Can’t go five minutes without aching for my cock, can you?”

You don’t answer right away, and that’s a mistake. I close the distance and slap your ass hard—sharp, loud, cruel. You yelp, your body jolting forward, but you don’t break position. Good girl.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe, eyes wide. “I need you. I need to be used.”

I kneel behind you, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back until your mouth opens instinctively.

“Open wider,” I command, spitting straight onto your tongue. You swallow without hesitation, tongue out again before I even ask.

“Good. Filthy. Obedient.”

I unzip slowly, letting the weight of my cock fall free, thick and aching. You watch me like you’re starving. I slap it against your cheek, then tap it on your lips.

“You’re not a person right now,” I murmur, voice low and dark. “You’re a fucktoy. My hole. My mess. My cumrag.”

You moan at the words, hips grinding into the air like you need friction—like you need to be filled or you’ll lose your mind. I grab your hips and pull you back hard onto my cock, sinking deep into your soaked pussy in one ruthless thrust.

“Take it,” I snarl, one hand gripping your waist, the other grabbing your neck. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Every inch. Every thrust. Every drop.”

I pound into you, relentless, unforgiving. The sound of my hips slamming against your ass fills the room. My balls smack your clit with every stroke. You’re shaking, moaning, losing yourself completely.

“You’re just a dirty little hole,” I hiss. “Made to be used. Made to be filled. Say it.”

“I’m your hole,” you cry out. “Your dirty fucktoy. I want it—I want everything.”

Your body tightens around me, muscles clenching, orgasm tearing through you like a shockwave. But I don’t stop. I fuck you through it, brutal and deep, making sure you feel me long after I’m done.

I pull out suddenly, pushing you forward so your face presses into the carpet. Your ass is red, your thighs soaked. I grab your hair again and drag your head up.

“Open,” I growl. “I’m going to cum in that slutty little mouth.”

You obey, tongue out, eyes locked on me like you need to be degraded. I stroke myself, spit dripping from your lips, and then I cum—thick, hot ropes all over your tongue, your lips, your cheek. You don’t flinch. You just swallow and open wider.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You love being my cum-drunk little whore.”

You nod, mouth still open. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours. Use me. Ruin me.”

I grab my phone and start recording. Your face—flushed, messy, shining with spit and cum. Your pussy—red, dripping, wrecked.

“Smile for me,” I say. “Because now the world’s going to see what you really are.”

You smile, eyes gleaming with shame and pride and lust. You don’t care who watches. You just want to be mine.

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

"You've been a good girl, haven't you?" I say, looking you up and down as you stand naked in front of me. My friends are due to arrive any minute now, and I can't wait for them to see what a perfect little breeding cow you've become.

"Yes, master," you reply, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the wetness glistening between your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

The doorbell rings, and I call out for my friends to come in. They file into the living room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight of you, standing there on display like a piece of meat.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my new prize cow," I say, a proud smile on my face. "Feel free to inspect her holes and udders, and even milk her if you like. She's here for your enjoyment."

My friends waste no time in taking me up on my offer. They circle around you, poking and prodding at your body like you're a science experiment. One of them reaches out and pinches your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. Another runs his hand up your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy.

I watch as they take turns milking you, your udders swelling and deflating with each pull. Your face is flushed with pleasure, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Enough," I say finally, my voice thick with desire. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

My friends waste no time in stripping off their clothes, their hard cocks springing free. They move towards you, surrounding you on all sides.

"You're ours now," one of them says, his hand wrapped around his dick. "We're going to fuck every one of your holes until you can't take it anymore."

You nod, your eyes wide with fear and excitement. I can see the wetness dripping down your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

They take turns fucking you, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease. You moan and gasp with each thrust, your body trembling with pleasure.

I watch as they take turns filling you up, their cum dripping out of your holes and onto the floor. You're a mess of sweat and cum, your body glistening in the light.

Finally, they're spent. They pull out of you, their cocks glistening with your juices.

"You've been a good breeding cow," I say, running my hand over your sweaty forehead. "But now it's time for you to rest."

You nod, your body spent. I help you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around your trembling frame.

"Thank you, master," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

I smile, watching as you drift off to sleep. My friends gather around me, clapping me on the back and congratulating me on my prize cow.

"She's a keeper," one of them says, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form.

I nod, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. You're mine, and I'll never let you go.

I pin you down onto the mattress, my strong hands gripping your wrists above your head. You struggle slightly, the excitement coursing through your veins making your heart race. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, "You're my good little fucktoy, aren't you?"

You moan softly in response, your body going limp beneath me. I take this as a sign of submission, and I waste no time in taking advantage of the situation. My hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your bare skin. I can feel your nipples harden under my touch, and I can't help but smirk at your body's reaction to me.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my fingers tracing the outline of your pussy. You moan again, your hips bucking up to meet my touch. I can feel the wetness seeping through your folds, and I can't help but take a moment to appreciate the sight before me.

"Such a dirty little slut," I say, my fingers circling your clit. "Begging for it like this."

You whimper, your hips continuing to move in time with my fingers. I can feel your orgasm building, your muscles tensing beneath me. I quicken my pace, my fingers moving faster and faster against your clit.

"Come for me, you little fucktoy," I command, my teeth sinking into your shoulder. You cry out, your orgasm ripping through your body. I can feel you trembling beneath me, your muscles clenching around my fingers.

I pull my fingers out of you, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. You watch me, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. I can see the desire in your eyes, and I know that you're not satisfied yet.

"Please," you beg, your voice hoarse from your orgasm. "I need more."

I smirk, my dick already hard and ready for you. I position myself at your entrance, my eyes locked with yours. I push inside of you, your wetness welcoming me in. I bottom out, my balls slapping against your ass.

"Fuck," I growl, my hips moving in time with yours. "You feel so good."

You moan, your hips meeting mine as I thrust into you. I can feel your nails digging into my back, your body begging for more. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear again.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper, my hips moving faster and faster. "Taking my dick like this."

You moan, your orgasm building again. I can feel your muscles tightening around me, your body begging for release. I reach down, my fingers finding your clit again. I rub circles around it, my hips still moving in time with yours.

"Come for me again," I command, my teeth sinking into your shoulder again. You cry out, your orgasm tearing through your body once again. I can feel you trembling beneath me, your muscles clenching around me as you come.

I follow shortly after, my orgasm ripping through my body. I can feel myself pulsing inside of you, my cum filling you up. I collapse on top of you, my breathing heavy as I try to catch my breath.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper again, my lips brushing against your ear.

You smile, your body still trembling beneath me.

"I am your good little fucktoy," you agree, your voice hoarse.

I pull out of you, my cum leaking out of you. I can't help but smirk at the sight.

"I think you need a shower," I say, my voice teasing.

You blush, your body still trembling beneath me.

"I think you're right," you agree, your voice still hoarse.

I stand up, offering you my hand. You take it, your body still trembling as you stand up. I lead you to the shower, my arm around your waist.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper again, my lips brushing against your ear.

You smile, your body still trembling beneath my touch.

"I am your good little fucktoy," you agree, your voice hoarse.

I turn on the shower, the hot water cascading down our bodies. I pull you close, my lips brushing against yours.

"And I am your master," I whisper, my lips brushing against yours.

You moan, your body pressing closer to mine.

"You’re my master," you agree, your voice hoarse

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