Dirty Little Slut 6

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He didn't want her as she was, how he chose to dress his doll was a much prettier style. Booty cut panties, hot pink with black flowers, lace around the edges. She wasn't allowed more to her ensemble outside of her glasses, and as uncomfortable as being in such inviting attire left her she had hoped it would be pleasing to him. The innocence is only an attractive factor as long as it lasts, and when he had happily devoured all of hers she would like to have something else to offer, such as a confidence in her own sexuality and appeal. She wished to be one of the young women who can confidently d*** herself over him, who feels most comfortable with the eyes of everyone in the room following her, for a little girl has a small net and a short time to cast it but a woman so at home in anything she wished to do could wield the very world with a flick of her wrist. And this was it, her next step to becoming that woman. 

He had wished her to pull the fabric of the panties tightly against herself, releasing and pulling several times over with the hope the lace would grind into her delicate skin. He had hoped to cause her *** and while he had succeeded the tightly pulled and released fabric also stimulated her clit in a ***fully pleasant way. Not ***fully enough for him, he wanted more. He wanted her to pull down her panties a bit and begin pushing the fabric inside of herself. The lace was coarse, most of the pair was pure lace that she now roughly shoved in herself. To shove them further in herself she was told to grab her hair brush, using the handle to roughly push the lace deeper into herself. 

It ground into her, stamped the pattern across the soft skin within her, but she loved it. The lace was easy to soak through and within moments she had covered the handle from her enjoyment. She had to fetch her toy as well, she was instructed to suck on it and felt her body excited for just a moment as it met her mouth. Harder she shoved the handle into herself, ***fully forcing the lace against her skin and writhing as it met her.

"Get on the floor." 
She wasn't granted the dignity of the soft bed, she was granted the floor like an ***. There was no dignity to laying on the floor, the short and dense fibers of the carpet all driving into her back with every small movement. She pulled the panties down further and was able to *** the brush an inch within her, enough to make her cry out but keep her desperate to continue, her back arching slightly as she gagged on the vibrator in her mouth. The longer she continued the louder she found herself becoming, and as the fabric repeatedly dug into her she worried from the amount of *** she may have been bleeding. A familiar idea trickled into her mind, pushed aside from the last time she was ordered to do such a thing to herself, and she was laid out before him. He slid himself down her throat as he ordered her to continue, every moan that escaped her lips would have mortified her, how could she enjoy something with *** so intense she was sure she must be bleeding, but nothing within her could concentrate on more than his orders and the action to follow them. 

He ***ted an image for her, said to imagine two young men having their way with the fragile body of hers. Had she heard him say such a thing she would have blushed before him, and while sending an immediate response of shock and disgust some very small part of her was intrigued. Not entirely aroused, but certainly curious about the idea. He responded to her disgust with mild amusement.

"Take a gander at your situation, dirty little slut. On a dirty floor trying to fuck yourself for some stranger." Her immediate objection was overridden by a loud moan of pleasure as she played over and over the situation she had found herself in: moaning on the floor gargling on a vibrator under the instruction of a stranger likely enjoying six other young women in the same situation. And like who knows how many other playthings strung across the world he was enjoying ***ing her for the night, the next step in which was to switch the vibrator and hair brush out for one another, wishing for her to taste herself but once again she found the taste quite mild. Did every woman taste like that? He wanted her to trail saliva across her face with the vibrator, then attempt to shove the brush and vibrator in her mouth. As instructed she tried, only for both to slide out easily on their own. For a moment the scene was no longer erotic but comical and she couldn't help but to laugh, wondering if she would get better when she had more experience or if that small scene were to continue many times over. He laughed a bit at her struggle and said no matter what skill set she demonstrated he much preferred it on the floor.

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Wow this is so hot 😳 great writing!

[Cade]

Fantastic.