This whore is out there.
She might be reading this.
She knows who will always own her.
~
She looked like shit. She wasn't kidding, she had become fat, so very fat.
I expect that she had put on at least another 50 or 60 pounds, meaning she had broken the 300 mark.
It showed in her face, heavier thighs, rounded ass, and of course her already massive breasts and belly. Her dress was tight, worn thin in the places her body had thickened, a twist or turn in the wrong direction would split a seam with no effort.
Her tiny fat feet had been recently cared for, a home pedicure certainly. An effort to be sure, as she would have to have maneuvered her breasts and belly out of the way to reach her toes. She curled her toes in her sandals, nervously.
Her wavy hair had grown out of its last cut, down to her shoulders, it added to her general air of disrepair. She was a woman long lost, and age was beginning to take her, a wrinkle here and there despite her weight, signs of laughter and deep sorrow.
In her short thick fingers, she clutched her battered phone, anxiously checking the screen for a phone call that hadn't happened yet.
She sat on a brick half wall in the shade, a trickle of sweat falling into the vast chasm of her cleavage. She kept bringing her fingers to her mouth, because she wanted to bite her nails. At least she remembered that much of her rules, she checked her phone, looked around for anyone that might be watching, and readjusted her tits.
In the moment, she didn't look anything like a woman who had been trained for nearly a decade to act and react like one man's perfect whore.
Now in her early 40's, she did look like a huge pothead, which she was, she looked like she was at the end of her tether, which was also true.
There are certain things that you can run from, and who you actually are isn't one of them. This whore had found her way back home.
"Kallie."
She startled, fumbling the contents of her bag onto the ground.
"Oh! Master, I... " she choked a little on the words, "I am so happy to see you."
Her embrace was full and used every ounce of her body. Her eyes were puffy, dilated to a point that you could not tell what color they actually were.
She wept quietly.
I allowed her the moment.
"Enough tears, Kallie."
My right hand went to the small of her back, and the left tangled in the hair at the back of her neck. I pulled her head gently back, exposing her throat to me, while pulling her soft belly into my hardened cockmeat. Her hands dropped, extended to her sides, her body was almost limp.
"Yes, Daddy, I mean Master, Sir. I'm sorry."
I brought my lips close to hers, almost as if I was going to kiss her.
"Who's whore are you?"
"Yours, Master. Always yours."
"Have you been anyone else's whore since you slipped the leash?"
"No Sir! I tried to date, but... "
"But what?"
