Owned Fucktoy Christine Thoughts

It felt like I'd finally been seen. Like I had finally had a person know me...what I was, what I wanted. Most importantly - what I needed.

Mr. Black set me up. But I let him. I knew that I shouldn't have gotten into his car. Lied to my husband. Lied to my son. Lied to my mother; but I'm sure she knew that I was going to do something no respectable wife and mother should do. She just didn't know the details.

And I'll admit that I was trying to build up this dinner into a white knight taking me away from my boring life. Away from my boring husband who hadn't touched me in years. Away from the strange, jealous love that my son had for me. Away from my domineering mother. A mother that had, on three separate occasions, nagged and cajoled and finally just ordered me to be a well...a..a...piece of fuckmeat.

Once for her brother as a substitute hole as he was getting a divorce.

Once for a cousin who was looking for a wife. I guess after he shared me with his brother for a few months I wasn't exactly considered wife material anymore and was sent home.

And lastly for my high school boyfriend who was getting married.

She told me to go see him. He had called her and asked, saying that he needed to talk to me before the wedding.

He took me down to a boathouse and kissed me, admitting all his fears and doubts about his upcoming marriage and telling me how I was always the

only one. He kissed me so gently. Trrated me so special.

Until I gave him what he wanted about 2 AM.

Feeling his cock slide into my virgin ass hurt so much. But he was going to be MY husband, he was going to leave her at the alter for ME. He swore that he would. If only I would be his three hole girl.

Holding me down on my back, slamming into my tight ass and putting bite mark after hickey on my neck and chest and tits. I just knew it would last forever. This love. This passion.

He took my panties and bra and jeans with him when he slipped out that morning. Showed them to his friends at the bachelor party that night.

I had to drive home in only my blouse - too short to cover my used and abandoned pussy. Feeling every bump in the road on my abused asshole.

Tears blinding me as much as the sunrise the whole long way.

My mother met me at the door with a pair of sweats saying "Get your whore ass in the house before your father sees you."

Later she laughed when I told her that my love was going to call off the wedding and marry me instead. She laughed out loud. Said he had called her said he needed one last night with Christine before he settled down.

She told him to be sure and break my heart into a thousand pieces before he sent me home. She wanted him out of my mind forever. He's still in there. Calling me a three hole pig and telling me to squeal for him while he pounds into my ass two nights before his wedding.

And now, now I HAVE found the man that saw all this within 2 minutes of meeting me. Knew what I was. Knew that I needed to just... just be the fuckpig I was born to be.

He has my phone.

He's texted my mother and told her that she needed to watch my son because I wasn't going to be coming home. She told him if she had plans that she would get my husband to handle it and for him to have fun. Him.

Never asked about me. I guess she already knew. Even without the video of me. Naked and helpless. Blinfolded and tied to a hotel chair with a thick purple vibrator in my pussy and clamps on my long thick nipples begging "Please God, Daddy can I cum like a dirty whore pig?" over and over.

I think she knew all along.

So how do I feel?

Loved. Excited. Ignored. Used. Humiliated. Mostly like a prized... thing.

In the short time since I allowed myself to be blackmailed into being the owned fucktoy of Mr. Black, I've felt mostly like an object. He moves me. Places me. Sets me. Bends me. Penetrates me. Slaps me. Ties me. Photographs me. Sells me. Shares me. Videos me. Uploads me.

Works me to the point of actual exhaustion and then whips me to make me go beyond.

I've never cum. He says that he will eat me "like a pooh bear eats honey" on Christmas eve and make me cum for him. It's only April. I doubt it will ever happen. I hope he never lets me cum.

I've never said "No."

I could. I could walk out. Try to pick up the pieces of the facade that was my former life. Try to live down the pictures my son has seen. Try to live down the videos of completely illegal and thoroughly "go straight to hell" immoral acts I've performed with enthusiasm that have sold like hotcakes on the dark web amd make Daddy a nice monthly income from OnlyPigs.com.

I can stop right now. But I don't.

I love the ever present feeling of desperation to be allowed to cum.

I crave that tugging feeling down low and deep in the sticky wetness of my whorish cunt that reminds me soon he's going to breed me.

I just hope it's not to my own son. He turned 18 last Saturday. (God I hope Daddy lets him breed me.)

While my Son was celebrating his adulthood, I was in a hotel in Atlanta "making Daddy's money". I used to be frightened to think about sleeping with a black man.

Now I'm terrified... after a two week tour of "every black cock with a hundo" in Georgia. Even the cops passed me around after a football game.

I could have quit. But I won't.

Even though Daddy's birthday gift to my son was an ongoing subscription to my OnlyPigs.com site.

Even when I'm 6 moths pregnant with a baby Daddy is just going to give up for adoption. Bred by an as yet to be determined man...or men. Even when he collars me and snubs me up in a barn and hooks up my swollen tits to the second hand goat milker and shoves a couple of baseballs in my whoring cunt to "keep it good and wrecked."

I'll never stop now.

I made my choice to be a cheating whore and I've never been more free.