Slut life

Just another threesome: They dragged me in their cave

… and I liked it.

The cab ride was long. It was warm and I wanted to smoke. She was sexy though. Sweeter and more feminine than I expected her to look although I’m not sure why I didn’t expect it. Her dress was short and I was tempted to reach out and touch her, just to calm my nerves. She is a trusted person- a new friend, and popular in the community. These things read ‘safe’ to me, since people who are freaks and creeps usually fade off. I had it on good authority that she was a wonderful woman and that I was in good hands.

Tess was classy, a lady. I wondered silently if perhaps I am the anti-Tess.

She pointed a few things out to me as the cab weaved its way through the streets. I really wanted to smoke. I was surprised to find that they had a plan for me. A plan?

We arrived at his place and I could not fake my nervousness. It was apparent in the fact that I could not take a deep breath without my breath shuddering. We walked in the door as Tess read the sign left on the stairs, “Sluts, Lock the door and call.”

Tess took control of the situation as I quickly popped a Xanax. I could hear my heart beating in the echo of this dimly lit hallway. No point in giving myself a full fledged attack and just one pill would relax me nicely. She handed me a blindfold and told me to put it on. I complied as she spoke with him on the phone. She was giggling a little and I just leaned back against the wall and tried to look calm. Tried.

A door swung open, then slammed shut. Footsteps down the hall. Really loud ones. Boom Boom Boom, that seemed to match with my heart beating out of my chest. I reached over to Tess and grabbed her fingers, a moment of comfort as the booming stairs got closer and closer to me. She dropped my fingers and I heard her wimper, just as strong hands grabbed me hard by the throat and pushed me back into the wall. I gasped, and tried to remember to breathe. I could hear him kissing her and saying hello to her. Then to me, I felt his breath on my face- I let him kiss me. He smelled good. His hands were strong and his voice was low and sexy. Deliberate and intimidating. He spoke slowly when he said what a lovely slut I was. Already I could feel the excitement in me growing.

“Thank You, sir” I whispered, feeling him caress my cheek softly. The only time he would ever do it.


“Stand here, slut” he said to me. The small dank room terrified me, even though I was assured that I was safe. I was no longer blindfolded and was able to see his face. Handsome, strong, sexy. He didn’t look scary, but I admit I was still nervous. He hooked the cuff on my wrist to a chain that was attached to the wall. He and Tess had been making small talk while my skirt was removed and she helped to put nylons on me. “They help minimize the marks.”
“Marks?” I asked, looking at him. He smiled wickedly at me. His eyes driving in to me and his smirk so sexy I could feel the wetness drip from my pussy.

She assured me again that it was okay. That was the moment that he grabbed her from around the neck and opened the switch blade at her neck. She gasped and stumbled back against him. The glimmer of the blade reflecting perfectly in the candlelight. He grabbed her dress pulled it down under her tits. He took the knife and cut one of the straps of her lingerie and then pulled it down exposing her. He ran the knife along her skin, down her breasts and over her nipples while she watched it trail down her flesh. Her breath was shallow but not panicked and she seemed to be leaning back into him even though I could tell she was struggling.

I stood silently, my eyes fixated on the blade against her milky flesh. I was somewhat terrified at what my eyes were seeing. It was surreal, and somewhat nightmarish. I could not hear what was being said but I heard him say, “Suck some cock.” He pushed her to her knees as his head snapped in my direction.

I almost jumped as his eyes caught mine. “Come here sweet slut!” he said to me. I took two steps towards him as he caught me by the hair and pulled me towards him with one hand, showing me the switch blade with the other. I took a step back to steady myself as he ran the knife down my cheek. The end of the blade drawing an imaginary line to my neck. He pulled my head back to expose my neck and I felt the length of the blade against my skin. Cool, sharp, intense. I was shaking all over and I wondered if my fear might cause my own injuries. The feeling that washed over me was a mixture. Fear. Exhilaration. Desire. Need. Craving. He rested the blade close to my skin as he unhooked my cuff from the chain.

His hand still held a firm grip on my hair, tight to the point of stinging and he yanked my head back once more, “Are you a slut?”

“Yes.”

“Do your want some cock in that mouth, little slut?”

“Oh God, please.” I begged.

He pushed me down to the ground, “Have some cock, slut.” Tess had moved to the side and I took his cock, still wet from her mouth into my own. His cock was thick and solid and as perfectly proportioned as any dildo I’ve every had. I took him into my mouth, greedily. Sliding him over my lips and taking him as deep as I could. He pushed down on my head, forcing it as far back as I could take it. His hands still holding my hair, he pulled away, and watched me reach for it, beg for it. My fear was now replaced with lascivious need.

I heard him speaking low to Tess about the way I sucked his cock. What a good little slut I was with cock in my mouth.

“I think we’ve found her pacifier.”

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