Watching Her Take One (A My Slut Story Book 1)

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Sure, there were one or two guys that were nice enough. They called me every night, they’d defend me against anyone who tried to make me feel like shit. But, it always came with some sort of price tag. I slept with a married woman on a cruise, even though her entire family was sleeping a few cabins away.” — Bradley, 50

Or at least that’s what we all thought. The days leading up to sex ed were filled with blushing cheeks, whispers, and giggles as we all prepared ourselves to learn about the mysteries of sex. Some people bluffed about already “knowing it all” while others were shy and nervous about the week ahead. Mr Foster has arranged a business dinner tomorrow night and has asked for you to come along,” he said. It seems so small now. In comparison to other trauma I’ve survived. But the fall from privileged-smart-girl grace to deviant-slut-girl drama was the beginning of my tumble into drugs, self-harm, and eventually, suicidal ideation.So I make her do it again-- "Hhurgh!"-- and again-- " Uuuuurghh! Gk, gkkk--"-- and again until her stomach surrenders the last dribble of puke.

Yes, sir.” He plunged his fingers inside her and began to pound her hard. She was so turned on she felt she could climax from a few strokes. “Yes, sir.” She gasped. “Thank you, sir.” Barb lets out a long wail and starts to cry. She’s bawling through the ring gag, shaking all over, legs spread like she’s begging me to reach in and unplug her.She sat on her chair. She could already feel her bottom burning at the thought of what was to come. She felt anxious, but she forced herself to concentrate on her work. She did not want to make her punishment worse by angering Mr Larson. I ended up running into a group of women celebrating a bachelorette party. The maid of honor was already married, but apparently she thought she had a free pass during their party weekend so she sat on my lap at a club and made out with me the entire night. We didn’t have sex, but with all her grinding, we came pretty damn close.” — Freddie, 22 Miss Farrow, I thought when we spoke on Monday we had reached an agreement.” He bristled. “I thought I had gotten through to you that I will not tolerate your tardiness. You clearly have no respect for me, my company, or the position I have given you. It’s only Wednesday, and you are late again.” She cursed her body for its excited response to his offer. Her pussy was soaking. “How often?” she asked. “I could not tolerate such a beating every night.”