Erotic Story: My Encounter with Slim
     When I got home, there was a message on my answering machine from Slim. I called him, and he said, "Get over here right now, bitch. Where have you been?"
I lied, saying, "I had to go to the grocery store and run some errands. I'll be there shortly, sir."
"Now!", was his response as I heard the phone click.
Uh oh!, I'm in trouble as my pussy is still full of cum, and he is sure to find out. What to do? Oh, ok! I'll douche like a good cuntboy, and be nice and clean for my master's invasion. Quickly I filled the tub with warm water, inserting the nozzle inside my tender pussy lips twice, being sure to get all of Stan's remaining jism out of my well-fucked bottom. I wonder if Slim will be able to tell that I have just been
fucked? I hope not. But have no choice except to go over to his place, now. If necessary, I'll have to pay the consequences. I was at his place in about a half hour after my cleaning session and finding some clothes to put on. He met me at the door with a glare, telling me to follow him into the bedroom. "Strip", he ordered. I took all my clothes off and he told me to turn around and bend over. I did
as told, of course, but was very worried he was going to see my swelling pussy lips.
I felt a whack on my ass as his hand smacked me, almost knocking me over. Again he smacked me, and again. I was almost in tears as he said, "You've been out fucking around, haven't you bitch? I can see you're all swollen from someone else's cock being up in MY pussy. That's right, you cunt! Your body is now MY body, and you have let another man have his way with you."
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