His Lil’ Slut

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“You are a greedy lil’ slut, aren’t you?”

“How’s my sexy lil’ slut?”

“Is my lil’ slut excited for me?”

“Don’t be a bad lil’ slut”

Our dynamic has always been one of playmates.  He would top me, I would bottom for him, and we would have a giggle or three as he would strike me with different things.  But along the way, our dynamic changed.

I became his “lil’ slut”.

And that title – sends tingles all over my body – and makes me ache for him.

I like being his lil’ slut.

I remember the night our dynamic started to change.  I was naked, leaning back on a St Andrew’s Cross – a piece of kink equipment I had previous bad memories with – when he started single tailing me.  My breasts, my nipple, my stomach , my thighs – were all covered with little red stripes. As I leaned back, taking the tongue of his single tail on my flesh, I started wanting more – and started becoming willing to do whatever I needed to do to get more.

Then he paused -“oh, shit, I didn’t warm you up beforehand,” he pointed out, “let me fix that.”

I put my arms on his shoulders, looked him square in the face, and said “honey, it’s all good – keep going….I need more…please, Sir, can I have more?”

His grin gave him away as he ordered me to lean back, spread my legs and take what he was about to give me.  And I moaned, swore, and enjoyed ever minute of it.

After he beat me to a nice high, he came up behind me, grabbed me by the throat and growled into my ear as he pulled me back into his body, “I want to take you back into a room and fuck your ass.”

“What’s stopping you” was my reply.

In truth, our lack of negotiation had, but he continued.

“You are a sexy, smart-assed lil’ slut, aren’t you?”

Another night, he would do just that – beat me, drag me into a room, shut the door, order me to my knees, shove his cock in my mouth, and then fuck my ass after her was done with my mouth.

And I loved ever minute of it – especially when he forced me to orgasm while growling “cum for me, slut – be a good girl” into my ear.

And came I did.  One of the hardest orgasms I had ever had.  I soaked his fingers and the bed.  Then he made me do it three more times.

Over the past two weeks, his lil’ slut has been keeping his entertained.  When his wife was out of town, I would make sure he had company via text.  I texted him through several orgasms.  While traveling, I kept him company in the airports and when he was alone.  Wishing each time, I could be his good lil’ slut, kneeling between his legs at his feet, sucking his cock has his hands were in my hair.

He would tell me what he was going to do to me.  I would thank him – and call him Sir – and enjoy his imagination.  Then share with him what I wanted to do to him.  How I wanted to kneel at his feet – at the foot of the St Andrews cross, post beating – and suck his cock like a good slut.

“God, I love what you do to me. I am so happy you are my good lil’ slut – taking care of me as you do.”

“I enjoy being your lil’ slut.  I only wish I could do more.  Doing more makes me happy.”

“Good girl” was his simple reply.

Then I would go off and give myself an orgasm – my pussy being so wet that it wouldn’t take long.

“That’s my good lil’ slut – cumming for me” would be his response when I would tell him.  Then he would cum – and I would tell him that I should be there – cleaning up the mess, sucking clean his cock, and taking care of him, my Sir.

I have never had the urge to be a good slut before.

But he makes me want it.

I want to hear the words – growled in my ear …..

“Good lil’ Slut”

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Hubman says:

    This post put a smile on my face and a bulge in my shorts 🙂

  2. John and Ann says:

    Another wonderfully told blog post that is incredibly sexy and offers insights into your wonderful world!

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