Real Stories - June/July 2017

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It was almost dark when the head lights of her car illuminated our front room. She breezed into the house bubbly and effervescent. She had been drinking, that was obvious, but it wasn’t the reason for her devil-may-care attitude.

“I have just enjoyed one of the best afternoons of my life.” She told me breathlessly. She kicked of her shoes and removed her jacket and threw the jacket at me. She looked at me.

“You look pretty.” She said. I wasn’t sure if she was mocking or she meant it.

“Thank you.” I replied.

“But what I want now isn’t a pretty maid女仆 — a woman servant. What I want now is a whore. So get upstairs get undressed and wait for me.” She ordered. I meekly obeyed and ran up to her room and waited kneeling beside her bed as per normal. She was only a minute or two behind me. She undressed quickly and lay on her bed.

“Get your head down there and lick out Paul's sperm.” She ordered “Get used to the taste, there’s a lot more where that came from!”

I hesitated for a moment.

“Don’t make me whip you. I promise you’ll do it. So you can either do it easy or you can do it hard, but you will do it.”

I did it easy.