100 word story. Exactly. No More. No less.

I read about this exercise in the writers forum and decided to take the challenge. Not counting the Title, I wrote a story in exactly 100 words.It was a scene I wasn't married to, so it was easy to cut, but hard to make it make sense and stay hot. Did I succeed?
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A Slave to Her Pussy

"Please Mistress. I need your pussy”
She beckoned him closer.
Crawling to the bed, he looked into her eyes as she whispered "You belong to me, Slave."
She smiled, pointed to her cunt and commanded, “Lick.”
His tongue found her creamy pearl, as he obeyed, intensifying each stroke, licking and licking, faster and faster, until finally, she threw her arms around his neck and shuddered, overcome with the pleasure of his obedience and the intensity of her orgasm.
Though he was her submissive, and she was his femdom, she was as much a slave to her pussy as he was.
I pin her against the wall. My lips on her neck, my hands exploring each inch of her body. I pull her blouse open, my mouth follows suit as I take her nipples into my mouth, swirling them with my tongue.

I place my hands under her firm ass, picking her up off the ground, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, I set her onto the bed. My teeth pull her thong down, her aching and tingling clit drawn to my lips as I yearn to taste her. Her body belongs to me until she erupts in my mouth.
 
A true cuckquean.

Her pussy was dripping wet, seeing her husband pounding into my pussy. He was using my pussy and humiliating his wife.

"Fuck, you are tighter than my wife "

"I'm gonna fill you up, whore"

"This is the best pussy I have used."

I kissed her husband and let him cum inside my tight pussy. We both dated and I stole her husband. She loves that, she wants that.

Each night, I slept with her husband. He sucked my nipples and gave me his semen and all she could do was watch, like a good wife she is, a true cuckquean.

♀♥◇♧
 
A carefree laugh doesn’t hide the crimson spreading up her cheeks as he inclines his head, a brief, sharp inhalation without lifting his eyes from his book.
His eyes stay fixed on the page as he murmurs
“What did you think about?”
She laughs again, running her fingers through her hair, across her lips as at last he looks up.
“A lesbian orgy?”
He rises and crosses the room to stand an inch from her, dipping his head so she can feel his breath.
“Really? You weren’t thinking of what I’m about to do to you now?”
 
He opens the door. Light from the hallway illuminates the room. The balcony doors stand open. A cool breeze flares the curtains bringing the cool scents of the night into the room. The large bed stands proudly dominating the room. on the fresh pressed sheets she lays. A sheer black negligée does little to hide the sinuous curves of her body and hints of scarlet tease underwear yet to be seen. Her raven hair laying fanned upon the pillow stirs in the breeze. One leg crooked coquettishly over the other hiding what lies at the zenith of those long legs.
 
Should I do this?

We leave class together every day. I’ve caught her frequently looking at the rainbow sticker on my water bottle, too polite to make a comment about it, but I think she suspects. But has she caught me looking at her breasts when she wears a tight t-shirt or her ass when she wears leggings?

A few times we’ve been alone in the stairwell. Conversation seems to come easy before we part for our next classes.

College is the time you get to explore yourself, right? How would she react if I leaned in and kissed her?
 
My Dad always said, “before you do something stupid, think about how it’s going to look on the accident report.” And yet, here I am, bent over my boyfriend’s lap with his cock in my mouth as he speeds down the interstate on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Of course he’s hard as a rock; all you have to do to get a college boy hard is to smile at him. As for me, the excitement, indeed the terror of the danger of what I’m doing made these racing blowjobs all the hotter. Sigh
 I was almost sorry when he finished.
 
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