Her New Life (closed)

StFornicate

Sinful Salvation
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I'd been writing with Andrea, on Lit, for years. She wasn't bad. It kept me entertained, anyway. I was always impressed with the amount of abuse she would take, and seem to get off on. Over the years we had developed quite the bond. Well, at least, she thought so. I had manipulated her emotionally and mentally into a certain sick kind of dependence. Even if she took a break from Lit, it only ever took a single message from me and she would be back in the palm of my hand.

And so when she started looking at post-graduate schooling, I told her she should check out the colleges by me. I even offered to help her find a place to stay.

The dumb bitch took the bait.

Today was the day. I'd been looking forward to it for a while. She'd sent me pictures of herself before; she was fucking hot, and she would be all mine.

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I started the day off with some coffee with my standard shot of Bailey's, and a big fat joint to smoke down. Cocaine up my nose for lunch. She sent me a text when she was getting close to my house. I gave her directions, and told her she'd better be there in half an hour.
 
I couldn't believe I was actually finally doing this. I got into the grad program I wanted and I was going to meet the guy that I couldn't get enough of. We'd been talking and writing together for years and he was the quintessential bad boy, the kind that always had my panties soaked and my heart racing when I read his posts or chatted with him.

Classes were starting in a couple weeks and I still needed to find a place to live so I packed as much of my life as I could fit into my Hyundai Sonata and started the eight hour drive. The miles seemed to pass painfully slow, my thoughts on Tommy and what it was going to be like when we finally met face to face. A few miles outside of town I stopped to change clothes and freshen up.

I got in the car and texted Tommy, letting him know where I was. He replied with instructions on how to get to his house, telling me not to be late. My heart raced faster each time i thought about feeling his hands on my body. At some point I was too wrapped up in my thoughts and missed the exit I was supposed to take. The ten mile detour I had to take put me behind schedule and I knew he wouldn't be happy.

Finally I pulled up and parked my car in his drive, walking to the porch and knocking on the door, my fingers playing with the hem of my dress while I waited for him to answer the door, biting my lip, nervous about how long it took me to get to his house.

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She was late, and I was quickly growing irritated. I snorted another line of coke and sat there on my couch, watching porn on my phone to pass the time. I'd cleared out my whole day just for her arrival, and this is how the dumb bitch repaid me?

Finally the knock on the door came. I set my phone down and went to the door and opened it, looked her up and down, and sneered.

"Get in here. You're fucking late," I growled. I was wearing a plain tee shirt and gym shorts; my cock was still hard from watching porn, and it was quite apparent in my shorts. "Simple directions, too. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said, shutting the door behind her. My hand came up behind her and I reached up under her dress and grabbed her ass.
 
The door opened and I took a deep breath, my heart racing whe I finally saw him. He didn't look happy and his words made that even more clear. I walked in quickly at his command, a shiver running down my spine as his hand moved under my dress, gripping my ass, my black lace thong doing precious little to cover me.

"I'm sorry Tommy, there was construction and I took the wrong exit. It won't happen again, I promise." I said timidly, biting my lip as I looked up at him.
 
"Damn right, bitch," I said quickly, and spat. "I hate excuses," I said, my hand trailing up her back and quickly finding a grip in her blonde hair, at the base of her skull.

"C'mon," I said, leading her, not gently, deeper into the house, and deposting her on the couch. I wasn't about to waste any time with letting her know who was boss and what would be expected of her.

I pulled my shorts down, exposing my cock to her, inches from her face. "You know what to do, slut," I said, a sick grin on my face.
 
I whimpered when his hand reached my hair, his grip tightening as he lead me into the house. We had written scenarios like this over and over again, it was what I craved when I thought about him. Now that I was here, now that he was gripping my hair, pulling me towards his couch, I was entirely too turned on and terrified of the complete control he had.

Tommy let go of my hair as he pushed me onto the couch. I looked up at him as he stood in front of me and pulled his shorts down, his hard cock mere inches from my mouth. The grin on his face as he spoke to me made me shiver again as I moved to my knees.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and slipped my lips over the swollen head, sliding my tongue over and around him as I sucked softly, slowly taking him deeper, inch by inch.
 
I let her suck on it for a few minutes, working her head and her hand on my shaft. Fuck, it felt good. She was an eager and willing little cocksucker.

"That's it you slut, suck that big dick," I groaned, my hands moving up to her head, finding a fresh grip in her hair. I let her continue her ministrations unaided, using my grip to keep her hair out of her pretty face so I could watch my thick cock disappear past her lips...
 
When I felt his hands in my hair, I couldn't help but to moan softly as I sucked at his hard cock. As I took him deeper between my lips, my hands moved to his thighs to help keep my balance while I started bobbing my head faster.

My eyes moved up his body, locking with his for a moment before I moved my lips back down his massive erection, the heat between my legs becoming harder and harder to ignore.
 
She sucked my cock with such enthusiasm, I was almost reluctant to punish her for her tardiness today.

Almost.

My grip in the blonde's hair tightened up, firmly, and in the very next instant I was plunging my cock into her face, the thick head hitting the back of her throat and pushing deeper, choking her from the inside as it filled her neck completely!

I held her there, thoroughly enjoying her fruitless struggles in my grip...
 
His hands tightened in my hair, I looked up and saw his eyes darken, I knew what was coming and before I could prepare myself, I felt his cock pushing into my throat. I couldn't breathe as he forced his entire length into my mouth, inch after inch moving deeper and deeper down my throat.

I could feel my face growing red as my eyes started to water. My natural instinct to get away, to be able to breathe kicked in, but every attempt at backing away proved unsuccessful. I closed my eyes and relaxed my jaw, knowing fully aware that whatever happened, Tommy was in complete control.
 
"Fucking bitch," I grunted, holding her choking body down firmly on my cock, enjoying the power and control I had over her. Finally, just when her eyes were starting to flutter and roll back in her head, did I pull her back off me, feeding her sweet, sweet air...

And a vicious slap across the face.

Hard enough to knock her flat on the floor.

"Bitch, you better not be late for me again," I grunted, sitting back on the sofa once again. I spit on her. "There's beer in the fridge. Get me one."
 
Every attempt at breathing only resulted in more intense gagging as saliva dripped down my chin, tears streaming from my eyes. His grip on me tightened and my vision began to cloud, slowly fading to black.

Just as total darkness was about to overtake me, my airways cleared and oxygen filled my lungs, that and the sudden pain radiating across my cheek as I fell back to the floor, my body trembling.

"I promise I won't be" I whispered, flinching as he spat on me. I quickly scrambled to my feet and walked into the kitchen, returning to the living room with a beer.
 
I took the beer from her and cracked it and took a drink. "Good, you little slut. Now, if you're gonna stay here, and I know you are, cuz your dumb ass doesn't have anywhere else to go, you're gonna have to help out," I said, glaring at her.

"I'm sure you brought that little french maid outfit. Get it on. And get that kitchen cleaned up."
 
He was right, I hadn't made any other plans, I figured if nothing else I'd crash in a hotel for a couple days while I figured something out. I'd be more than happy to help out around his house in exchange for being able to stay there.

I walked over to my bag and dug through everything I packed, pulling out the skimpy outfit. I went into the bathroom and changed quickly before walking back into the kitchen and starting to clean.

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I drank my beer and chilled in front of the TV for a while, stealing glances over at Andrea as she cleaned the kitchen in her little French maid outfit.

What a dumb little slut. So eager to please. It became apparent quite quickly that I really could do whatever the fuck I pleased with the bitch.

I smoked another joint, taking deep hits off it, while she did the cleaning. The kitchen really needed it, after all. I finished my beer.

"Ahem. Get me a fresh beer!"I called out.
 
I started cleaning, emptying the trash, doing the dishes, scrubbing every inch of the counter and the floor. I was nearly finished when he called out for another beer. I set down my sponge and took off my yellow rubber gloves before walking to the fridge, bringing Tommy his cold beer.

"I'm almost done in the kitchen, what should I do when I'm finished?"
 
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