The post nut clarity came over me, but as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I knew I would obey him. I tried telling myself it was because he forces me. But I stared at my messy face and I knew the truth: I was his slut and I craved more.
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After Sam left, and I came all over the floor, I quickly cleaned up everything and showered. My mind was all over the place, trying to come to terms with the fact that I had cheated, and loved it. And worse, that I was already craving more of Sam.
The next few days I was going back and forth between craving Sam's cock and cum, and never wanting to see him again. I did my best to hide my conflicted feelings from Adam, and he didn't seem to notice it. We just went by as normal.
The turning point was 5 days after Sam's last visit, Adam worked a double shift at the hospital and wouldn't be home until the next morning, and I had a couple of glasses of wine. I started to think about Sam, how he just took control of me immediately and how I just obeyed. I also thought about how I was going to deal with the video he had of me moaning while greedily sucking his magnificent 8 inch cock. I could visualize every vein and how it was hovering in front of my face.
The more I thought about everything, and the more wine I drank, I got hornier and hornier. I started to feel how my ass felt empty and almost pulsing, desperate to get fucked. I reached for my phone and stared at the text conversation with Sam for a while. I got up on all fours and took a picture of my ass and started to write.
"Sir, I'm sorry for not obeying you. You were right, I want you to own me, use my holes for your pleasure. I crave your cock, and your cum. Please let me be your slut and breed me. I'll be a good slave for you, I promise!" I clicked send before I chickened out.
Drunk me rationalized that I didn't have a choice, Sam would send the video to Adam and that was the only reason I was doing this. It was my only choice. Not the desire I felt growing inside me.
My phone beeped, my heart skipped a beat when I saw Sam's name on the screen. It was a short reply, it just said his address and 1 hour. I rushed to the bathroom to get ready and shower before heading out, exactly 45 minutes after his text I knocked on his door.
"It's open," I heard Sam call from inside. I took one last shaky breath and again told myself it's only because I have no choice before I opened the door and stepped inside. I walked inside and saw Sam sitting on his couch, naked and his beautiful cock still soft against his thigh. Even while soft it was a masterpiece, 5 inches long and thick, as big as I was when I was hard. I could see the veins making it seem even thicker.
"Took you long enough slut. I got to admit, I was expecting you to reach out the next day. Almost thought I would have to send Adam our video," he said with a grin. Before I could speak he continued, "Just to make sure the rules are clear, you will do anything I tell you. You will not hesitate or question me. As long as you obey I won't have to tell Adam anything. You got that?"
"Yes," I replied, looking down at the floor trying not to stare at his cock.
"No sir? There's no point in being shy now, you said you were my slave didn't you, and I think a slave should always address his owner respectfully, right slut?" Sam asked smugly, knowing I was getting turned on by his every word.
I knew I was defeated, I looked up at his face and said, "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, you're right. I'm your slave and should be better at showing you the respect you deserve." I noticed his cock twitching and growing slightly bigger as I spoke.
Sam smiled widely and spoke, "Perfect, I knew you would be a good slut. I'm looking forward to owning and using you! Next rule, a slut should always be naked in his masters presence so get undressed. And kneel when you're done." I immediately obeyed and got naked and onto my knees.
Sam stood up and walked over to me, he looked so dominant and in control when he stood over me and looked down on his slut. His ripped body made him look like a god standing there with a cock more beautiful than any other I've seen. I looked up at him and it was like being hit with a truck. Every doubt, guilt or hesitation disappeared and all that was left was desire. A desire to please, a desire to do whatever Sam ordered me to, a desire to submit and be owned by this Adonis. And Sam saw the change as my eyes glazed over with horniness.
Sam took a step closer, I opened my mouth in anticipation but he stopped and grabbed my hair, "A good slut asks for permission first, and I don't think you deserve the honor of my cock yet, start with sniffing my balls," and he pressed my nose into his balls and I smelled perfection. I don't know how else to describe it any other way. It smelt manly and musky, but it was amazing and I felt how my inhibitions, the few I had left, went away with each sniff. I don't know how long I was just sniffing his groin and moaning but eventually he pulled my head back and asked, "Are you ready for my cock? Will you be a good slave now and please your master?"
My cock, almost hurting for how hard it was twitched at the word master and I begged without any hesitation, "Yes master. I'll be the perfect slave for you, I'll do anything for you. Just give me that perfect cock and use me, I'm your cockwhore!"