The "A My Slut Story" Collection

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The work day ended and the work week, well, for everyone else at least. Layla had a full weekend of bar work to look forward to. Her only consolation was she didn’t start until the afternoon on Saturdays and Sundays and could enjoy some sleep after tonight’s shift was over. She cursed her body for its excited response to his offer. Her pussy was soaking. “How often?” she asked. “I could not tolerate such a beating every night.” First, thanks to you for being part of the Juicy Secrets universe. This little kingdom of ours is a true labor of love (generously flavored with lust), and it gives us more pleasure that you can imagine to bring a touch of erotic spice to your lives. Now, in case it isn’t clear, Abstinence Education is a far cry from a true Sex Education course. The topics covered in my class included shaming anyone who chooses sex before marriage, undermining relationships that aren’t heteronormative, and exposing us to horrific pictures of venereal disease.

I met a married woman while we were both walking our dogs. She pretended to invite me over so our dogs could play, but it was really so we could.” — Will, 20 Layla burned with shame as she felt the moistness between her legs. She was laid over a desk receiving a beating from her boss, but she found the experience intensely erotic. She cursed her body its betrayal.

Mr Larson did not comment on Layla’s outfit. He did not mention that she looked too ‘high street’ or that she ‘would have to do’, in fact, he did not comment on anything, and he drove them to the country estate in Surrey in silence.

Harry Potter didn’t have much respect for the sanctity of marriage. It wasn’t entirely his fault, though. His parents, particularly his mother, had never exactly set a good example in this regard. Layla arrived at work early, only the cleaners were there. She made herself a coffee and sat at her desk enjoying the burning sensation she felt from her beaten skin pressing against her chair as Mr Larson arrived in the open plan office. Layla groaned as he attached the clamps to her swollen nipples. They were pleasantly painful. He moved his hands between her legs, his fingers felt delicious rubbing against her soaking clit. You will attend my home once per week, usually on a Wednesday evening unless a change of day is agreed. Was that degrading enough for you?” he asked. “You could’ve had the choice, but you had to go and complain. You should be grateful for my cum. And next time I use your mouth, you’ll be grateful when I pour it all down your throat.”Layla had finished serving a group of office workers when she noticed another customer waiting on his own. She caught her breath. Pleased to meet you, Miss Farrow.” Chad smiled. “And exceedingly well done. I am envious of the Foster contracts—who’d imagine a deal would go from several thousand a month to several thousand a day. I wish I’d got that chance.”

Well dude, she came up to me and asked me for a smoke. She bummed one off and then we started talking." So what’s the point of telling you this story? Of sharing my experience and putting myself out there for the world? Harry watched her closely, extremely curious to see what her response to that would be. Would she try once again to deny it, to tell him how wrong this was and how he couldn’t do such a thing, as if he was going to listen to any of that nonsense at this point? Would she give in, resigned to her fate? It was a stupid idea. Instead, she left and went to her usual coffee shop for a coffee and a panini before her bar shift.Harry laughed. If that was supposed to be a threat it was a really poor one. “Go ahead and tell him,” he said, daring her to make a move. “I have nothing to fear from him, and you know it. If there was anything to worry about there you wouldn’t keep cheating on him like you do, you naughty little two-timing slut.”