The Window

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“Admit it, bitch. You need to be taken rough and hard, don’t you? Say it. I want to hear you say that you’re a whore and you’ll do what ever I want.”
I fought it; I really did. I didn’t want to lose the sweet life that I had built with my husband. But, my passion for nasty sex hadn’t been addressed since I married Bob. My lust rose quickly and powerfully. I wanted this man to fuck me.
Still, there was a little resistance left in me. “Why do you want me to say those terrible things?”
“Because I know you need to say it out loud. You need to admit it to yourself. And because I like to hear a slut like you degrade herself for me. Come on, bitch, admit it. You like to be nasty, don’t you?” He emphasized his question, by pinching my tits extra hard.
Through clenched teeth, I reluctantly confessed, “I fucking love it. It’s true. I love being used. So what are you going to do about it?”
He laughed at my acquiescence and his victory over me. “This is your lucky day, slut. I’m going to let you suck my dick, and then I’m going to fuck your dirty cunt.”
I was amazed at how quickly he had been able to spot me for what I was. But, more than that, I couldn’t believe how quickly I had responded to his aggressive vulgarity.
I asked, “Where can we go?” And then warned, “It’ll have to be quick.”