slut-problems:

Anson had kept his slave on a collar and leash for the past seven days. He had asked her how she wanted to spend her Spring break and she had told him she wanted to spend it serving him. So he had obliged her by keeping her collar and leash on at all times and of course by tying and strapping her up so he could fuck her the way he wanted to. He loved the way her horny little cunt smelled after he had used it all day. The only time her collar came off was in the shower, which he took with her to make sure she didn’t try to escape. Not that she would. She loved being his little slave girl. 

She was only naughty because she wanted attention, negative attention. She wanted him to beat her, spank her, whip her and call her names. She got so wet when he gave her lashes and even wetter when he spit in her mouth and made her fuck his cock. He had never fucked so much in one week. She was ravenous and endlessly horny. He had never ever had to question if he was horny enough to keep up with a girl before. This would be his first time. But just when he thought that his cock was too sore to go on or that he was too sore to fuck her again she would do something brazenly naughty and he would have to punish her. Punishing her made his cock rock hard yet again and this time he freed her from her restraints and took her only by her leash and collar and commanded her to ride his cock. 

She obeyed his command and she began to fuck his cock one last time. His cock was so sore and that made it even more sensitive. She rode his cock relentlessly and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to cum after all the loads he had shot that week. But somehow she gave him that look, the one that told him that she would always be his no matter how naughty she was, no matter how harshly he punished her. She would always choose to serve him. That look was what did it. He came for what must have been the hundredth time that week. She had completely drained his cock. He had never felt this empty before and he marveled at her sexual abilities. How could this be? He had finally met his match.