The "A My Slut Story" Collection

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He must know I will obey him if he commands it. He knows he could have had me last night if he’d wanted to. He nodded. His eyes remained cold, but they were beautiful and smouldered beneath his dark lashes. He was very handsome—even if he was stern and incredibly nosey. “I have a proposition for you,” he said. “I suspected that I might get you to agree to the spanking, though I did not expect you to take it as well as you did.” That weekend in our house the couple came to our house. After small talk of what to do and what not, his friend took me to our bedroom. His wife and my husband went to another bedroom.

This uniform was supposed to be for James,” she said. That answered the question of who she’d been dressing up for today, not that he cared anymore. Harry Potter didn’t have much respect for the sanctity of marriage. It wasn’t entirely his fault, though. His parents, particularly his mother, had never exactly set a good example in this regard. The work day ended and the work week, well, for everyone else at least. Layla had a full weekend of bar work to look forward to. Her only consolation was she didn’t start until the afternoon on Saturdays and Sundays and could enjoy some sleep after tonight’s shift was over. At my school, middle school marked the beginning of “Sex Education.” It was a week long event, where our school brought in an outside educator to teach us about the birds and the bees. 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.Water gushes down Barb’s legs, through the grate beneath her. She wails with every straining push, shitting the enema out, her asshole straining and squeezing in surges. She never lied to me about sex. Or relationships. She taught me the difference between love and lust. And most importantly, she told me that sex was not something to be ashamed of.

But you agreed. If you don’t respect yourself then why should I respect you?” he replied, fiercely. What a fool you were to wait this long, don’t you think?” he asked. “Just think of all the buggering you’ve missed out on.” The journey home started as silently as the journey there, though this time, Layla bubbled with rage. She was still angry with Mr Larson for what he had said. He had done nothing but put her down recently, and now he using his own arrangement against her.She shrugged. “I have taken them out over five years, and I’ve paid two years on one and eighteen months on the other—I have paid more than the rate, but I don’t have a settlement figure.” I have a naughty story for you. About a decade ago my wife who always dresses to attract, was in her computer room while 3 of my buddies and I were playing cards, penny ante stuff. He huffed. “I said, on Wednesday I want you to come on a night out with a few of my friends, but I want you to accompany my friend Richard. He is upset about a break-up with his wife, and I want you to…you know…show him a good time.”

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 This is Miss Layla Farrow,” said Mr Larson. “She works in my office and has been helping me with Foster’s contracts.” 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.” After two months of meeting Mr Larson, Layla still left his house frustrated. She had given up expecting him to have sex with her. He only ever seemed to want oral, and she was finding her mind drifting during the spanking. It did not hurt so much anymore, nor did she find it as pleasurable. If anything, she was bored. Mr and Mrs Foster were already seated at the table. Layla smiled. She had never been so thrilled to see someone wearing the same dress as her.I met a married woman while we were both walking our dogs. She pretended to invite me over so our dogs could play, but it was really so we could.” — Will, 20 She wore a simple button up blouse, some sandals and the jeans miniskirt that was a hand-me-down from her younger sister who said it was too short for her. He laughed. He was going to do that anyway of course, but it was still fun to hear her beg him for it.

My son brought his new bride to stay with us while they were waiting for their apartment to be ready. They had been married for eight months. I liked her the first time I saw her. First, thanks to you for being part of the Juicy Secrets universe. This little kingdom of ours is a true labor of love (generously flavored with lust), and it gives us more pleasure that you can imagine to bring a touch of erotic spice to your lives. Layla worked hard and did not speak to Mr Larson for the rest of the day. At the end of the day, she changed into her bar uniform and saw that he was still in his office. Everyone else had left, and she considered going to his office. I couldn't believe he told me about this guy. I broke down, 'Why are you doing this to me?' I asked. Mr Larson left the attic, and Layla stood and started to get dressed. She removed the nipple clamps.I went to a small school, and it didn’t take long for the “big news” to make it’s way around. Before I even realized that I was wrapped up in some sort of “scandal,” life as I knew it was changing. I don’t think about it very often anymore, but every few years I revisit the spiral of shame, and guilt. While you are in my home, you will obey my commands. However, if you wish the proceedings to stop then use the safe word ‘red,’ if you would like things to continue, but less intensely then the word ‘amber’ can be used. All pleas such as ‘stop’, ‘no’, ‘don’t’ etc. will be ignored, and I will assume you wish to continue if you do not use the safe words. That said, I will closely look for signs that you are distressed or receiving an excess of pain. Do not hesitate to use the safe words—there will be no repercussions for using them.