This story isn't a fabrication. Some names have been changed to protect my identity.
The man I fell in love with isn't a good man. His dick is a drug I can't get enough of, no matter what I do he stays inside my mind. No one has ever made me feel like he can, even a simple text saying 'hey' makes my heart freeze a beat and my pussy wet. There's no doubt about it, I am fully in love with the man that treats me like a booty call at best. At worst, I'm a disposable slave for his desires. He makes me nervous, I know to him I am disposable, although I'm skinnier and prettier than the other girls he screws there's no promise that he'll keep on returning. One day, he'll fade from my life and I'll have no power in the situation. I hang on every word he says with the knowledge it might be the last word I ever hear from him.
A little more than a year ago, hopeful and naive, I made the bad decision to re-establish the broken relationship I had with my father. After a month of living with him, he kicked me out of his house with only a week to find a new place to live. The men in my life have a history of abandoning me if I'm not perfectly submissive and sweet. I had no where to go, Jay offered me a place to live.
Jay and I had known each other for years, but I wasn't a fan of him. I was known for being a dominant woman, and he was known as being a dominant man. After years of being pushed against a wall and seduced, I gave in. The first night we fucked, he bent me over a desk while our mutual best friend Rob slept just a few feet away. I still don't know if Rob was secretly awake, watching me be defiled rough and hard.
The sex was every bit as degrading as I had feared, but it was the first time I really enjoyed being fucked. I believed I might be a repressed lesbian, in my life I've been with many more woman than men. The next day he wouldn't me leave until late at night, I missed three classes that day but had the best sex of my life. I told him with a giggle he made me forty percent straighter. Really, that percentage is a lot higher, girls just haven't been as exciting. I went from being a proud Domme that mostly kept the company of women to a retarded puppydog that followed a man around in hopes he'd pay me more attention.
I lived with him for four months in his bed as a fuckbuddy, not even a girlfriend- just a girl he used as an outlet. It was clear to everyone what was going on, I was a live-in slut. I even paid rent but let him do whatever he wanted to me and any other girl. At first I was okay with it, I had no where else to go and I was thankful for the opportunity. Slowly, surely I started to see him as more and more.
His financial situation changed, he moved out of the apartment we shared but left his things behind. The room still smelled like him, but his warm body absent. Like any girl with newly formed daddy issues, I clung to him. I allowed him anything he wanted, offered more than he asked for. We went to a party together, he had sex with another girl while I cried in a corner and tried to distract myself with liquor. When he was done with her, I begged him to fuck me or at least spend the night. I couldn't stand the idea of losing him. He stayed, I trailed my nails down his back and massaged his feet until he fell asleep.
The next morning, I sucked his dick. I could smell the girl's pussy on him. Life continued that way for a long time. One night I started calling him 'daddy,' he took more control over me. I became his slave, he introduced me to the world of being his submissive pet, he taught me how to deep throat. With practice, he was able to fuck my throat so hard I came from the pain and addiction. Every night left my pussy throbbing for more and my heart darkened.
After an entire year of tears and depression, he broke me. My ego was crumbled, my entire being crushed. It was time to move away, six hours away to start with, and the other side of the country if things didn't improve. But, before I left for the wilderness for contemplation and detox, I wanted a few last memorable nights with him.
I knew it was wrong, it was dumb, but I couldn't help myself. I pulled out my android phone and sent him the text. He already knew I was leaving, but he'll never know he was the reason why. There was a fair chance he wouldn't even come, he had gone to a pretty wild party last night and got into a vicious fist fight.
If you're not in too much pain, you should come over tonight and pound my pussy and ass they're so sore and used I can't do anything but be your helpless fuckdoll.
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/Not even a minute passed, I got a reply much to my surprise. Normally he would wait hours or days before replying to me./
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Sounds good :) So you taking Sarah with you to be lesbians?
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I don't know, we both like dick too much.
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Obviously you'd be terrible lesbians. But you didn't answer my question.
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I'm not sure. She's up for the idea, if we do it it won't be for another three months. I'm not completely sure if I want her to go with me.
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You want her to cum with you
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Haha, of course I want that. That takes no second guessing.
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And you'd love to suck my cum out of her wet little cunt too wouldn't you
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/My pussy twitched, I loved the idea of licking his cum out of another girl. We never had a chance to experience it, we only had one threesome and it hadn't ended very well. Neither myself nor the girl where on birth control, so he had to use a condom./
You know I would daddy, I'd get every drop out and then I'd make her cum so I could get every last drop.
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What a good cunt. Knows what she is best at and good for
Can you tell how much I love dirty texting you
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You've trained me well, I've become a good cum whore with your guidance <3
And now, I don't have to have any pretense of being a good girl. I can be as nasty as I want, I'm leaving town. Think you're definitely coming over tonight? I'll myself look like a proper slut for you.
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Why would you hold back? When are you leaving
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The 14th. You have less then a week to use me as a hungry sex-straved pet.
/Ten minutes passed, so I texted him again./
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Don't leave a well trained cunt without a good fuck, my pussy and hot, wet mouth are hungry for you.
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Maybe if you stopped holding back and stopped trying to be a person just be what you really are I'd use you more.
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