“Heh heh. Tell me to come inside your wife, ‘hubby.’”
“What?! …no. That’s not what we talked about. Even with a condom, the agreement was you’d pull out. This was just supposed to be a fun little one-night experiment with strict limits.”
“I need to feel him finish, honey. Please.”
“You heard the woman.”
“She’s just fuck crazy. She’d agree to anything right now. It’s too dangerous. She’s not even on birth control since we’re trying to have a baby.
”
“Really? Hmm…you know how I told you this condom was a little small? It hurts. Can I take it off and really come inside?”
At that moment she moaned wildly, throwing her head back on the pillow and gripping the sheets. After she came down from the orgasm she put her mouth by his ear and and whispered something you couldn’t hear, “Oh my god, yes! I need that. Make him take it off?”
Suddenly he was off your wife and approaching you with his big erect dick. It turned you on more than you wanted to admit.
“Okay, fun’s over. I’m going to find another slut to make me cum since you two can’t make up your minds. But first, take this tiny condom off me, you little cuck bitch.”
You were confused and paralyzed. Why was this so hot? Seeing your hesitation, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his dick, wrapping your fingers around the girthy base. You involuntarily squeezed it a little.You’d never touch another dick or even thought about it. It felt nice. You savored the sensation of slowly pulling the condom off.
“Next time you invite a stud over to take your wife and your manhood (and I’m sure there will be a next time), make sure to stock some magnums, okay?”
You just nodded, in a daze. “Yes, sir.” Now who was fuck crazy? He walked over to your wife and leaned down and kissed her. That wasn’t part of the deal, either, but you found it thrilled you.
“Maybe if you provide some adequate condoms next time, this won’t happen to you.”
Hmm? Suddenly he had pulled your wife’s ass to the edge of the bed. What? You were too dazed to process. Then he was inside her again. That roused you.
“Hey! Get off her!”
“Come in me, you stud. Come, come, come!”
“Baby, stop. This isn’t safe. You could get pregnant.”
“Yessss!”
“I’m gonna impregnate your wife, ‘hubby.’ Tell me you want me to take fatherhood away from you, too.”
“N-no!”
“Get over here.”
You walked up to him, scared and confused.
He slapped you, hard. You staggered back. “Tell me to come in your wife.”
You looked down. “no…” you whispered.
“What was that?” He raised your chin and slapped you again. “Tell me to impregnate your wife.”
You teared up a little, feeling so overwhelmed in so many ways. You stuttered, “I c-can’t.” He slapped you yet again, even harder.
“Tell me to take ownership of your wife’s pussy.”
“Fuck! Yes!” Your wife seemed to rock with another orgasm. “Give me to him, baby. Tell him to give me a baby!”
By now tears were falling. “T-take…” *slap!* “…cum in my wife’s pussy! P-please!”
There is always a process you sluts go through when you slowly have to work through just why all this degrading and filthy porn gets you so wet, even when society tells you only vanilla sex is normal. Lets take a visual look at just what you go through so you can figure out just what step you’re on now.
Step 1: Shock
From the first time you happened across not so vanilla porn you were surprised just how much is resonated with you. You couldn’t fathom that someone could like this so you just told yourself you were disgusted by it. Yet even after you got over the initial shock you found your mind always wandering back to just how happy she looked serving a man.
Step 2: Denial
You just cant keep those filthy thoughts out of your head and instead of accepting that they get your cunt wet you keep lying to yourself and telling yourself they are wrong, or that only freaks like that stuff. Even as you feel your cunt drip you choose to ignore the heat rising in your body and instead focus on the fact that you’re a “strong independent woman”.
Step 3: Anger
You suddenly find yourself filled with the need to prove you’re not into being degraded or talked down to. Maybe you go join a feminist rally to yell in men’s faces so you can forget about just how much you wish they would just tell you to shut up and suck their cock. Usually this phase lasts until the slut simply cant take it anymore and gives in, moving us to the next step.
Step 4: Bargaining
You keep telling yourself it’s just a harmless fantasy, that just because you masturbate to women being abused and humiliated, it doesn’t mean you want that done to you. Many sluts that come to my blog are stuck on this phase, and need a bit of help accepting what they are.
Step 5: Guilt
Naturally the next thing you sluts feel is an overwhelming sense of guilt as you slowly begin to accept that you get off to male superiority, and that the thought of being controlled and used by men gets you wetter than you thought possible. You find yourself just hoping that none of your friend or family find out what a dirty slut you are so you shamefully delete your history after every masturbation session.
Step 6: Acceptance
Finally after so many amazing orgasms and hardcore fucks your mind can finally rest easily as you accept your place as an inferior fuck toy. No more fighting yourself, no more shame or fear that you will change forever, you know what you are and you even find it funny you fought it for so long. Now you let men decide the things for you, as you focus on more important things like looking sexy and making men cum.
You’d encouraged your fiancé
to invite her high school girlfriend to stay with you while she found a new
place to live. Bad break-up. It would only take a week or two, you
figured.
“Won’t you be jealous?”
The question had thrown you.
You realized you hadn’t really thought of her as a proper ex. You were normally
jealous of other guys who even looked at your fiancé too hard. Bias, you
guessed. But now that you thought about it, she was always a little starry eyed
when she mentioned Anise, the old flame. And Anise was a bit flirty with your
girl when you ran into her… The more you considered it, the more the idea of
them possibly hooking up gave you a hard-on. Stereotypical, but true. Maybe
you’d even get to watch?
So you assured your wife-to-be
that you weren’t concerned and that she should not worry either.
“She’s just a friend that
needs a place and some kindness. Be there for her.”
“…okay. If you say so.”
The ex was a blonde bomb-shell
of a woman. From day one Anise treated you like a servant and your fiancé like
a…very close friend. The third night your fiancé came to bed and, after a few
minutes of cuddling, sheepishly asked if she could sleep in her ex’s
bed. “She’s really sad and lonely. No funny business, I swear.” You were
secretly gleeful but assented like an ignorant patriarch. “Of course,
baby. Comfort her.”
You
stayed up for a while, masturbating, imagining what sort of comfort might be
given. You could almost swear you heard moans, but that might just be wishful
thinking.
Next
morning you checked in on them through the open guest room door. The blonde was
wearing the oversize college shirt of yours that your fiancé normally slept in.
Your girl was asleep in her ex’s arms and wearing…maybe nothing? She opened her
eyes, “Mmmm, morning honey. Anise wants you to make us crepes for breakfast in
bed. Um, I mean, I told her how well you make them and she thought you might
treat us?”
You
complied eagerly, feeling exhilarated in a strange way that wasn’t just about
girl on girl titillation. You trusted your fiancé to keep her promise about ‘funny
business,’ in a naïve way, even while her ex somehow coaxed her out of her
pajamas. Imagining Anise breaking down your gullible fiancé’s defenses – and
conspiring to get you to serve them – gave you such a boner.
You
didn’t see your girl in your bed again until two weeks later. And that was when
you came home from work to discover them there, in your bed, entwined. Anise
was eating out your fiancé while she moaned loudly and writhed. Finally, she
noticed you and spoke up:
“She
wants you caged.”
“…what?”
“You
can watch, you little perv. But you have to you have to put your big cock in
this tiny cage, k? Doctor Anise’s orders. She doesn’t want any chance of you
trying to fuck her after you get excited. You understand, right? Or you can
take your boner and go sleep in the guest room, okay babe? I’m her bitch now.”
In a
sort of trance you took the proffered cock cage and put it on. It was tricky at first but the blunted spikes on the inside shrunk you down to a reasonable size soon enough. Anything to see
this action, you told yourself. But part of you knew you loved being bossed
around and degraded. You tried to rub yourself as you watched, but the locked chastity cage thwarted any satisfaction.
You
assumed they would let you out afterward. Assumptions, assumptions. Anise takes you aside and lets
you know the score. Your fiancé belongs to her now and you serve them both. You
cry, grateful and terrified. Anise removes your engagement ring while you do
so. “We’re just going to take your wedding reservations, okay? Will you be her
bridesmaid?”
You
nod, racked with sobs. Your fiancé…um, your former fiancé, squees and hugs you quickly
before kissing her wife-to-be passionately.
You’d been downstairs working late in your home office. Your fiance had come in and started teasing you.
“Mm, baby, I’ll be up in just a minute to give you just what you deserve. Just have a few emails to write. Go get ready for me?”
You’d lost track of time as an unexpected emergency ticket came up. Twenty minutes later you could finally log out and go to your beautiful partner. She wasn’t in your bedroom…
You checked the bathrooms and around the house. no sign. Then you heard some noises coming from the guest room where your brother was staying.
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