My “f***ed Encounter” Intro - Sex Stories

My “f***ed Encounter” Intro

My “f***ed Encounter” Introduction For those of you who don’t know me or know about me already, I suppose I should start with a brief introduction. My real name is Beth, but anymore, my grandmother is the only one that still uses that name. Most people call by my slave name which is Kunt, or slut, whore, bitch, or my favorite, sperm-breath, but basically whatever derogatory term comes to mind. I am a 24/7 sex slave, I am kept nude at home and ready to serve my owner/husband, Master Ty, who has held my leash since I was 17, in any way shape or form he desires. I am NOT some plastic fantasy girl, I am not smoking hot, and I am actually relatively plain looking. I have brown hair and eyes; I am about 5’ 8” and 145lbs. Small chested 34b, pierced nipples and currently, unshaved but trimmed pussy. If you passed me in the street you honestly wouldn’t give me a second look and I have known this since I was 13. I learned early that to get the things I wanted I had to please a boy. If I wanted a ride to the mall from one of my b*****rs, a blow job sealed the deal. I wanted my friends to come along, nothing less than a full on fucking would do. If I wanted to stay our late, have friends spend the night, or spend the night with friends, give good old pops a hummer and the wish was granted. So as you can tell I have always enjoyed sex and used it to my advantage, until I met my husband/owner. After that my sex was used to his or our mutual advantage and if I didn’t do it right, ...

... punishment was the answer. I live this way by choice, no daddy issues, none of that psychobabble bullshit. I am a slut and I am good at it. Now I have always been fascinated and quite turned on by “f***ed” stories, if I use the R word I am sure it will get auto censored. Anyway, I mentioned this to Sir several months ago. And we tried to stage the play, and while it was fun, always in the back of my mind I knew it was set-up. That kind of defeated the purpose in my brain. After a couple attempts I told Sir that we just as well stop because it really wasn’t doing anything for me. I always knew or recognized the guys, and in the town the size we live in it isn’t all that hard. Anyway it was still fun and it did get the juices flowing as it were, but it always lacked that edge, that something. So basically the ruse just died, or so I thought. We had planned a vacation, a train trip through Canada and the cruise in Alaska. This is something I have always wanted to do, and I won the trip by winning a bet. He didn’t think I could keep at least one cock inside my body for 8 solid hours. Well I can and I did so it was a very well earned vacation if I may say so myself. Anyway, we decided that we would spend a few days in Chicago, where Master Ty is from, before we flew into Calgary. The plan was 4 nights in his old stomping grounds then fly out. Our first night in town and we were walking through what appeared to me to be a rather seedy part of Chicago. I don’t know for sure where we were ...