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J's Story

... harder. She still shouted at every blow but she fought to keep count. Again, he took her to the very edge of her endurance. Again, when he stopped, it just made the pain more intense. She was panting and sniffling now. She heard the paddle hit the floor and the sounds of him undoing his pants and she hoped it meant what she thought. She felt his hands on her hips and his thick, hard, throbbing cock rubbing the outside of her dripping pussy. "Do you want it, dirty slut?" "Yes, Sir. God, yes. PLEASE, Sir." "What is it you want, dirty slut?" "Your cock, Sir." "And where do you want it, dirty slut?" She knew he'd continue this until she was pleading and it just erupted from her mouth... "In my pussy, Sir. In my dirty slut pussy. Please, Sir, oh God, PLEASE. I need it. Please fuck me, Sir. Please fuck your dirty slut. I am yours to take as you please. I am yours to use for your pleasure. Please, Sir, PLEASE. I want your... Aaaaahhhhhh!" She cried out as she felt his cock plunge into her, stretching her wide, and his hips slam against her reddened ass. Her moan mixed with his as her pussy accepted him. Just as she felt accustomed to it, he began to push into her, rubbing her raw, sore ass with his hips. "What do you have to say about your behavior tonight, ...

... dirty slut?" "I'm sorry, Sir." "Sorry for what, dirty slut?" "I'm sorry for my immature and disrespectful behavior, Sir." "What else, dirty slut?" "I'm sorry for embarrassing you, Sir. It was wrong and I'll never do it again." "You are forgiven, dirty slut... now, cum for me," he said as he began to thrust into her as fast and hard as the spanking had been earlier. His cock pounded into her over and over as she knelt helpless and bound on the chair. She felt her orgasm welling up inside her and tried with all her might to thrust back into him. Suddenly, she felt his hand reach around and touch her between her legs, rubbing her swollen, dripping clit and her mind and voice exploded, shattering her world and driving all thought from her. She came to her senses wrapped in his arms in his lap in the chair with the ropes still on her wrists. He had arranged her carefully on his lap so her sore bottom wasn't touching anything. He kissed her forehead and whispered in her ear. "How are you, dirty slut? Are you well?" "Yes, Sir," she said as she snuggled into him, smiling and sighing. As she relaxed, she heard the music that she had heard in the car playing again and thought how much she really did like it... and how much she loved being a dirty slut... HIS dirty slut.