Am I a Fucking Slut? Well if I am it is because he is such a Bastard!
He came home late again!
He is always calling me a fucking slut. Now he is coming home late all the time. This was getting to be an every day occurrence. Sometimes I wonder why I even let him into the house. So here is the events as they unfolded from his point of view.
She was upset with me, as always. All I could do as she yelled at me was roll my eyes. I listened to her shout at me as I tried to tune her out, and I turned my head towards her I saw a few buttons on her dress came undone. My cock jumped inside my shorts and pants, and my mouth started to go dry.
She was still angrily pointing and yelling as I got up and approached her aggressively, the fucking slut. Suddenly she seemed very scared, and she lowered her arm and looked at me, terrified, as she backed up into the wall… she had nowhere left to go…what a slut.
I was so fucking horny.
No, please… she breathed, as her very ample DD cup tits undulated with her uneven, quick breaths. She was such a sexy whore! I grabbed the dress straps and yanked them down so quick she barely had time to react. She gasped. She brought up her arms to try and stop me from exposing her lovely succulent feminine body for my perverse pleasures.
I loved doing this… I cleverly looped the straps around her arms as she had her elbows bent so that her arms became trapped, and basically she couldn’t get out of this because the fabric was pretty strong. She began to panic.
“Stop it!!! I’m not in the mood!!! You bastard!!!”
She shook her head as I began to trace my fingers over her cleavage.
I pulled down each bra strap. Her tits were fucking enormous. They always gave me and every other guy the stiffest fucking erections imaginable. She got herself out of a LOT of tickets with just a glimpse of those puppies, and sometimes a bit of an intentional nipslip if she had really been flying down the road like the dumb blonde bimbo she is. She is such a fucking slut!@
“No! Stop!!!” She begged, as I began to gently caress her ample breasts and gently tweak her tiny pink and red nipples.
I pulled up her skirt.
Her face turned bright red. She had on black fishnets… the type you see hookers wearing, complete with a garter-belts holding them up, sheer lace panties, and back open-toed high heels. What a sexy whore she was!
She looked up at the ceiling, seemingly resigned to her fate. I think she needed cheering up.
“Oh come on Sweetie! Isn’t it funny?” I began to dance my fingers across her belly button and she let out several yelps, like a dog, but actually laughter. I knew she was extremely ticklish and I knew all the best places to tickle her.
“Noo!!! Noo!! Please!!! I’ll do anything!” She cackled out of desperation. Oh God, that was all I needed to hear.
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