slut-problems: He didn’t love me, but we had an arrangement. He…

slut-problems:

He didn’t love me, but we had an arrangement. He would keep me around as long as I let him fuck me however he wanted, whenever he wanted. I thought that sounded do-able. After all, I loved him and I wanted to be with him. I would have done anything for him, even taking his cock as much as he wanted, however he wanted. I had resigned myself to being his little slave, knowing that the price would be high, but that I wanted to pay it. 

I knew I wasn’t the only girl he fucked, but he didn’t talk about the others in front of me, and he used me plenty of times a day, fucking my pussy, ass and mouth on command. If I was taking a shit, he would come and find me and make me suck his cock. He just wanted to show me that he owned me and that if I wanted to stay with him, that I would have to give up my holes on command, the way that he liked. 

I spent most of my summer on my knees sucking his dick while he ate dinner. Every night in the shower he made me bend over so he could fuck my asshole and then wash his cock right off. 

He made me fuck and suck both his cock and his friend’s dicks too. Sometimes I was the party favor and he would brag about me like he was actually proud of me. He would tell his friends what a good slave I was before he called me in and made me prove it. I fucked twelve guys in one night for him once and in the morning he made me get up and suck his cock while he ate the breakfast burrito I made him. My holes were so sore, and that’s why he had to fuck them right then and there, taking me in the living room on one of the chairs. He fucked my asshole, and then my pussy, switching back and forth between them until my holes were all but destroyed. I was cumming hard from the fucking, but it was painful to have him continue to fuck me when I’d taken such a rough pounding the night before. 

As he fucked my asshole yet again, my screams of pain were the kind that are way past hot. They were the desperate pain cries of a slut who had been pushed too far. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be his slave anymore. I felt I was about to break and I almost got up and walked right out the door. But something made me stay. Something kept me holding on. 

“I love you,” he said to me. 

“What?” I asked, wondering if I was starting to hallucinate. 

“I said, I love you. You’re a good girl.” 

“Oh thank God!” I cried with relief. “I love you too!”

“Of course you do. But I need you to keep fucking, honey. I’m not done using you yet. Can you do that for me?” he asked. I knew I couldn’t go on, but I had to find a way. I looked into his eyes. He loved me. I could do this for him. 

“Yes,” I said and I held on with renewed energy and strength. I wanted to believe it was true, that he loved me, and that shred of hope kept me going for him. 

We like the little fake when he starts to slip it in the bad hole when he says “I love you” and then goes right back to hurting her ass.  Good technique for moving them to anal only.