Hey first time writing a sexual story so hope you enjoy, let me know how I did :)
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I wait on the bed for him like a good eighteen year old slut, my wandering eyes waiting for him to appear.
I know he will be back soon and there he is leaning on the door frame in his work suit admiring my legs crossed over eachother and feeling the anticipation for him to arrive.
He looks me up and down and walks over to me smirking knowing he is in charge.
He gently brushes the side of my neck "Hello my little slut." he says and sits down next to me.
I look up to greet him with my eyes "Don't look at me like that, you should have said 'Hello Sir' maybe we need to teach you some manners?" he says sternly.
He puts his hand between my thighs even though my legs are closed and gently rubs my pussy over my underwear "Mmm so soft, such a dirty girl." he holds my face and turns it gently side to side admiring me.
"So are you going to be a dirty slut for me?" he asks me.
"Yes." I reply.
"Yes what?" he asks looking stern and deep into my eyes.
Sir knows that he owns me and I am his little slut, he knows I'm delibrately being bad wanting to be punished.
"Nothing." I reply, he quickly places me on my front and laying over his trousers, whips my skirt up and pulls my underwear down so my bum is exposed to him and starts slapping my cheeks alternately.
I struggle but he is too strong "Yes sir! Is what you're suppose to say and stop moving you know this is what you deserve!" he instructs me.
"Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Yes Sir!" I say quickly wanting this to stop.
"No it's too late now, Don't even try, you have been so rude to me today you are going to be taught a lesson and some manners." he tells me.
"Sometimes you need to know who is in charge and understand that that person is me!" he says still slapping my cheeks so they are getting redder and redder.
"I bet you're wet aren't you? You like being told what a naughty girl you are, right? Are you a naughty girl?" he asks me, I stay silent.
"Being defiant again huh?" He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls it turning me to look at him.
I look at the floor not wanting to look at him but he pulls my head to his glance using my hair and I look at him with my big eyes and he looks back into mine.
"You are just too much, you really are." he says kissing me gently, he stops the kiss then pulls my hair hard.
"Give me an answer then! You bitch!" he demands and slaps my cheek as hard as he could.
"Yes Sir!" I shout.
"That's more like it." he says, he stops slapping and helps me up then pushes me onto the floor.
"Do you realise who's in charge now?" he asks me as I'm on my knees and he towers over me.
"Yes Sir." I reply.
"Who's that?" he asks smiling holding my face and leaning into me.
"You Sir." I say looking down at the floor.
"That's right my little slut. Now lets shut you up." he undoes his zipper and his erect cock is there in front of me, before I know it he forces his dick all the way in my mouth, I gag.
"Who owns this mouth?" he asks me. I don't reply, he slaps my face.
"You do." I mumble back, he smirks back. He fucks my mouth showing me who's boss.
He holds my hair wrapping it round his hand and uses my head for his pleasure, he takes his hard dick out of my mouth and crouches down holding my face with his hand and making me give him eye contact.
"Do you feel dirty now? Because you should being used to make me feel good. You should feel degraded because I'm using your holes and I'm filling them up to make me feel good because you're my slut aren't you?" he tells me.
I look away to the corner whilst he tries to make eye contact, he slaps my face "Look at me when I'm talking to you." he says.
I look back at him, "Tell me what you are?" he says.
"I'm your slut Sir, for you to use." I reply.
"Good girl." he tells me.