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Story codes: mf, nc, voy, oral
Search keywords: n/c
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Title: The servant girl
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I am my master's sex toy. Let me tell you my story...

I was a little orphan girl growing up as a servant in a rich landlord's family. I had been abandoned as an infant on his doorstep.

His son Bhatt was 5 years old, his daughter Swapna was 3 years old. She had the best things that money could buy. I got her hand me downs, broken toys, ate leftovers and slept in a small room in the basement. I did odd jobs around the house and got additional tasks as I grew older. Though I was sent to school until the 10th grade, I was being well trained to be a good servant girl. 

Bhatt and Swapna were always mean. They made fun of me when their rich friends were around and made me do aimless chores like cleaning their shoes every day. The teasing got worse after my breasts started growing. At first, I didn't want to grow breasts. I hated them. My used clothes were often too small for me, since Swapna was nearly flat-chested. I had huge nipples too and they stuck out, calling attention to them.

One day, when I was in the sixth grade, Bhatt wanted me to clean his room. When I went there, he locked the door, unbuttoned my shirt, started sucking and biting my breasts. I tried to get away from him, but he was too strong. Just then, we heard his dad calling him, to ask if he filled up the tank after borrowing the car. He let me go. My shirt had 2 wet spots over my tits, you could see the dark areolas. I tried to avoid being alone with him. He seemed to have a sadistic streak. He continued to torment me. He pinched my nipples when no one was around. He did that often and they hurt a lot. Sometimes, he put clothespins on them. When I said "Please don't do this, it hurts", he just laughed. 

One night, I was going to have a bath after a hard day's work. The bathroom was also in the basement, nobody else used it. I had taken off all my clothes except my panties which still covered my smooth, hairless mound. My nipples hurt. I couldn't forget the pleasant sensations in my breasts when he sucked them. It felt good when I rubbed my nipples. I longed to have a warm, wet mouth over my tits, sucking them. I cupped both my breasts in my hands and massaged them. 

I heard a noise outside the door and realized that I forgot to lock it. It was cracked open. Bhatt had been watching me. I was too stunned to say anything, he came in. I tried to cover myself up, but he was too strong for me and pried my hands away. I was pushed against the wall. He started slapping and mashing my breasts. I was terrified and started crying. 

He unzipped his pants and took his thing out. I had never seen one before. He yanked my hair and forced me to my knees. He put his thing near my mouth and said "Take in your mouth, bitch." He pulled my hair until I opened my mouth. He said "Suck it bitch. Suck it like a popsicle." He pushed my head down on and started raping me my small virgin mouth. I could hear him grunting and moaning, while I gasped for air. He thrust into my mouth harder and harder until a white, sticky, salty liquid came out of his thing. He said "Swallow it bitch or you will be sorry." Finally, he left. I had cum dripping from my mouth. I cried myself to sleep that night. The next day, I still had teeth marks on my breasts and my jaws were sore.

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In my mind, there is a clear distinction between fantasy and reality. All my stories are "just stories". I do not support non-consensual and violent acts in any way nor did I write this story to compel or inspire someone else to do such things.

Author: AA