Expectations of My Slut
by NiteWriter (February 2003)
I had a conversation with my girlfriend Christine the other day. I was telling
her about my idea of the perfect evening. It would be a night of using her and
making her submit to my filthiest desires in a way that she felt as though her
body belonged to me. I expected her to give up all control of her body no matter
what I would do. That fantasy aroused her tremendously and she began asking
questions about how I might use her. So I began explaining what I would say,
what I would be thinking and what I thought might be running through her mind as
the night progressed.
So I began telling her....
You're my slut. You would do as I instruct.
You will be on the floor in front of me as I stand above you. I might allow you
to wear a few pieces of skimpy clothing. I would look down at you and speak my
first words. "Look at me slut." "Who do you belong to?"
I'm looking right at you and you know I expect an answer. A sudden rush flashes
through your body. It's a feeling of humiliation, a sudden feeling that your
body belongs to someone else, to me, and that you know I intend to use you and
make you feel so dirty.
"Lick my balls." I order. I want you slowly moving your slutty mouth up between
my legs while I stand over you watching. I want you looking up at me while your
tongue finds my balls. You lick them... taste them... Oh that feels so good.
"Take them in your mouth, slut." And you eagerly obey sucking my balls into your
mouth. I love watching you taste my sweaty nut sack as it disappears completely
into your mouth. And of course, I expect that you would bury your face between
my legs. I tip my head back moaning and enjoying the feel of your tongue licking
and cleaning my balls inside your mouth.
"Now my cock, whore." "Suck me." Of course you immediately let my balls slip
from your mouth, grab hold of my cock and take it through your lips. You must
always please me. No matter what I ask you know you must obey me, even if it's
the most disgusting, vile, dirty thing to do. You understand completely what I
expect of you and your whole inner being knows that you're a whore, my whore.
Your body... your mind... your cunt... your ass... and your mouth, all belong to
me. So you begin sucking me and taking my cock deep in your mouth just as I
asked, while I put my hands in your hair to hold your head between my legs and
in my crotch.
"Oh that's it." "Suck me," I moan out. "Suck my cock you nasty little bitch."
"You know how I love the way you suck cock."
Hearing me say that is like sweet music. You know I am pleased with your
actions. That's all you care about. How you feel is of no consequence. Your only
concern is that you please me.
I back away. You look up at me. Your expression says, "what's the matter daddy?"
You never lose that feeling that you are my little girl. And you are a little
girl. You're a young sweet thing being used by an older man and the idea of
calling me daddy makes you feel so much more submissive. In fact, the thought of
being an innocent little girl and used like this gives you a very dirty feeling
inside. And I want you to feel dirty inside. I want every bit of your lovely
flesh feeling like a slut. Now as you kneel before me wondering why I've pulled
my cock from your mouth, I hope your entire body feels owned, controlled, that
it belongs to me, and that you're only waiting to hear how I want you to please
me next.
"Open your mouth," I tell you. "Does my filthy cocksuckin' whore want her
daddy's cock down her throat?"
"Oh yes daddy, please give it me," you answer.
I'm glad you answered that way, because it didn't really matter. You were
getting it anyway. Though I do enjoy hearing you gladly accept what I plan to
do. It does arouse me when you ask for my cock and beg to be dirty for me. But
deep down I know you understand that what you want doesn't matter. I will do
whatever I wish to you. And you know that. Your body belongs to me. That's why
you're my whore. You're just an obedient dirty slut that deserves to have her
body turned into a filthy piece of flesh craving only my cock, cum and piss.
"Now keep your mouth open," I order. "I want to fuck your throat." As my whore,
you know that your throat belongs to me too. And you know what I'm going to do.
With your mouth open and waiting for me, I hold your head and lower my cock.
"You're gonna love this bitch," I excitedly comment to you. "I've never fucked
you like this before." Then I give you some specific orders. "I'm going to shove
it all the way down and I expect you to grip it with your throat."
I slide through your lips and hit the back of your mouth. I feel your throat on
the tip of my cock. I hold your head tight and then shove it all the way down
impaling your throat. Then I begin to fuck you, humping your throat, driving my
cock in and out while I hold your head. I hear you grunting and groaning. When
you try gripping my cock with your throat I can feel your urge to gag and I love
it. I love treating you, or is it mistreating you, like a filthy bitch whore.
Your discomfort makes my cock grow harder. You feel my hands holding your head
and you feel my cock driving in and out of your tight throat using it as nothing
more than another hole to fuck. Your throat starts to heave around my cock as it
gags you. The thought crosses your mind to push me away. But quickly you realize
that you can not do that. What would I think of you? You would be stopping my
pleasure. You would no longer be the submissive slut I know you are. So you
allow my cock to continue plunging into your throat, despite the drool and spit
gurgling up from inside you and oozing out from the corners of your mouth. My
whore is pleasing me very much.
I pull out. You gasp for a breath while at the same time wiping the massive gobs
of saliva that I've caused to hang from your lips. I love the way that you look,
just like a used whore. "You've got a great throat slut... we'll do more of that
later; maybe after I've been in your ass." That sparks a deeper, stronger,
filthier feeling. You recall that I've done that to you before. That taste on my
cock after being in your ass, so dirty, so filthy, that smell, it all flashes
through your mind. And now you want that. You crave that taste again. You hope
I'll use your ass soon and fuck it, so I can make you clean my cock.
Then I turn around while you're still kneeling there. I bend over a bit. "Now do
my ass." "Get that tongue on my asshole and clean it." "Spread me open and stuff
it in my ass, slut. And you do. You lick and suck my asshole till I'm moaning in
so much pleasure. I begin demanding you tell me how much you love my asshole,
how you love licking it and tasting it, how it makes you feel like such a filthy
anal whore and a worthless cheap slut only there for my pleasure.
Tell me Christine.
I turn back around. "You're a good little slut Christine." "I'm very pleased so
far tonight." "And I do have a lot more planned."
Maybe I should just piss in your mouth right now and all over your face. Then
make you keep a mouthful until I decide what you should do with it; go spit it
out or swallow it.... "hmmmmm." I've never made you do that. I wonder how it
would look to see your throat muscles move as you swallowed, flushing my hot
piss down your throat. That would be so nasty. I'll bet you would realize fully
who owns you then.
Or maybe I should leave it up to you. I wonder what you would do? How far will
my slut go to please me?
No... I think not. I will decide. My slut has no right to make any decisions.
You belong to me and I will control what you do and how filthy I want you to be.
You're a whore... my slut... and you belong to me. I hope you fully understand
that.
Does that arouse you? Do you like feeling used by me, owned by me and know that
your body belongs to me? Perhaps you should bend over and show me your ass. I
pull aside your tight thong stretched between your legs and begin feeling your
tiny asshole with my fingers.
I lick my fingers getting them wet and then poke two into your ass penetrating
your anal hole. That's right, I start fucking you with them pushing them deeper
and deeper into your ass. I know how much you love feeling me probe inside your
rectum.
I continue reaming your ass, twisting them in your asshole and burrowing deeper
with them until I sense your orgasm building. I want to see you cum. So I push
harder, digging into your rectum, jamming them in as far as they will go in
order to make you burst into an orgasm. You begin cumming so hard you think you
might pass out from the extreme sensations exploding inside your body.
"You're a nasty little slut Christine." "Here... suck my dirty fingers." "Taste
your ass on them."
As you suck them I'm calling you a hungry filthy whore and wiping them on your
face.
You're mine Christine. I own you. I leave you with the thoughts of me inserting
rings through your nipples as the final act of you belonging to me forever. You
notice the tiny engraving on them. "I'm daddy's slut."
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