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How I Became A Sex Slave
After being fuked like a slut in the coach's office, sex that Friday night with my husband was worthless. I kept thinking about the huge, steel piston that was pumping me a few hours earlier. I couldn't even feel my husband's small cock. What would happen Monday afternoon?
All during classes Monday I could not concentrate. I was filled with fear about what might happen that afternoon. Of course, I knew that I should not go back. After all, I have a husband and four children who love me. How could I possibly go back to a man who just treats me like a common whore? But his cock is so huge, and it feels SOOOO good. Maybe I will go just to talk to him about what happened Friday.
At the final bell, I waited until all the students cleared out of the halls. Then I made my way into the gym. I knocked on the office door, and heard, "Come in." Coach looked at me and smiled. Then he said, "Welcome back, slut." I said, "We need to talk." He replied in a harsh tone, "Sluts don't talk. They do what they are told."
I said, "What I did was wrong. I have a husband and family. I can't do this anymore." He said, "OK. If you want to walk away, jusy go. I'm not going to stop you. If you walk away, don't even think about coming back. But I know you. Friday was the first time you ever acted like the slutty, white-trash tramp that you really are. You aren't going to walk away from the best fucking you ever had--especially when it made you feel like such a whore that you always wanted to be."
I turned to walk away, but as my hand touched the door, he said, "It's up to you. I'll give you ten minutes to decide."
My face turned red with anger as I stormed out of his office. How could he talk to me like that? Thoughts went racing through my mind--my wedding day; the birth of our children; my career as a teacher. There is no way in the world that I would give it all up. And for what? To act like a whore for some man? Then I thought of Friday. He was right. I had never been fucked like that before. And it WAS exciting. I DID like feeling like a common whore. His cock--it was SOOOO wonderful. All of a sudden, I was getting wet. Really wet. I stopped in the hall, and wondered what to do.
The next thing I knew, I was at his office door again. I opened the door, and without saying a word, I walked over to his desk where he was sitting. He didn't say anything either. He just looked into my eyes. I knelt down in front of his chair, reached over to his gym shorts, and pulled them down. Without saying a word, I started sucking his massive cock.
I could hear him say, "I knew you couldn't walk away from this cock. I knew that you like being a slut. From now on, you are going to be my little fuck slave, do you understand?"
I didn't want to let his cock out of my mouth, so I mumbled, "Uh-huh."
He said, "Good. Now suck my cock like a good little slut." I could tell he was enjoying it. My husband always told me that I was a great cocksucker, but I never had a cock this massive to work with. The coach was moaning with delight, and running his fingers through my hair. My husband loves my long hair, and he always loves to play with it during sex.
After a few minutes, the coach said, "I want to watch you swallow all of it, slut." I almost froze. I didn't mind a blowjob, but I never swallowed my husband's cum. The very thought of it was repulsive to me. I looked up at him, and he must have known what I was thinking. He said, "If you don't swallow, we are through, and I will never fuck you again. If you act like the filthy tramp I know you are, I'll make sure you get all the fucking you crave. Do you understand?"
Not wanting to face the prospect of losing that beautiful cock, I mumbled, "Uh-huh." Within a minute, he grabbed my head with both hands, and held me tightly. I felt a flood of hot liquid pouring its way down my throat. There was so much, I gagged. He held my head in place, and said, "Drink it all, bitch." At first, I was repulsed. But as I tasted it, it was not at all like I had been afraid of. It was a bit salty, but nothing I could not handle.
I got most of it, but a little went down my chin, and some flew into my hair the time I gagged. I felt him get soft in my mouth, and then he said, "Not bad. Is that the first time you ever swallowed, slut?"
I replied, "Yes." Then he said, "Yes, what?" I looked at him, not understanding what he meant. He cleared it up in a hurry. He said, "Didn't you say that you wanted to be my little sex slave, slut?" I remember thinking, 'Did I say that?' I did not remember if I did. But I have been so filled with lust the past few days, there is no telling what I have said or done.
I looked at him, and said, "Yes, master." He said, "That's much better, whore. You come in every day this week and blow me off, and Saturday, I'll make sure you get a good fucking. You WANT a good fucking, don't you slut?" I replied, "I NEED a good fucking, master."
He said, "Good. Then I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. And don't keep me waiting. Now get out of my office, slut. I have important people to see."
I left the office and went into a ladies room to clean up. I remember thinking, 'What have I done? How could I have gotten mixed-up with a man like that? But most importantly, when I am doing it, why do I enjoy feeling like a slutty whore so much?'
I drove home, fixed supper for the family, got into bed, and started dreaming about Saturday. Sucking cock every day is not so terrible a trade-off for being fucked like a whore by a super cock. I turned off the light, and tried to sleep.
Sharonslut,
Georgia
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