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“Go ahead, you know what to do. Suck his cock.” Mr. Mosley had me on my knees, his hand firmly on the back of my head. Standing before me was a naked man, his cock already erect, quivering in anticipation. “But, Mr. Mosley, I …”

“You what,” he said. “You wanted to be a whore didn’t you? Here’s your chance, show me.” Earlier that week, I was lying on the floor of our motel room, naked, out of breath and drenched in sweat having just been fucked savagely up the ass.

Mr. James Mosley, my former Biology teacher, whom I had seduced shortly after my 18th birthday was was sitting on the bed lighting his pipe.

Taking a deep puff of tobacco, he slowly blew smoke rings..and his face,  from my vantage point, looked like that of the devil himself.

What had I done?

Had I taken my cock teasing ways too far? Mr. Mosley went from a family man, a devoted husband and father of three, a pillar of the community really, had transformed into a dominant sex deviant with an insatiable appetite for young, teenaged pussy. 

This side of his personality had to have been there all along, but it was I who had awakened it.

And he seemed to resent me for it.

“Clean yourself up,” he said. “C’mon I only paid for a two hour stay in this fucking dump.”

I got up and was about to head to the bathroom, when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

“What the fuck,” I said.

“You watch your mouth with me girl, or I’ll fill it with something you won’t like very much.”

I stopped struggling and he gripped me tighter.

“I’ll do what I want with you when I want, whenever I want, got it?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Got it!?”

“Yes, Mr. Mosley. Yes, of course.”

It was clear now, I had become, ostensibly a sex slave, a sex slave to Mosley and his perversions. I had started on this journey for a quick thrill and it looked like I was in it for the long haul.

Nearly a week went by and I hadn’t heard a word from him. Not a text even… nothing.

I was starting to wonder if he had grown tired of me, actually hoping, in a strange way that he had…but then my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“I have decided to take you out tonight.”

“You have?”

“Yes. Don’t sound so shocked now, Rhianna. You deserve a night on the town,” he said and then proceeded to give me instructions on what time he would be there to pick me up and so on.

Mr. Mosley promptly picked me up at eight, and he greeted me kindly, handing me a bouquet of roses.

“You look lovely Rhianna.”

We drove on in relative silence and for the first time in weeks, I felt safe, relaxed, in Jim’s company. He switched on the radio, “I want to hear a little music,” he said.

Switching around on the dial, he stopped on a station which was playing some really lousy old people music.

“Ah,” he said, “A song from my youth.”

He reached over gave my knee a tender squeeze.

About an hour later, he pulled into a a gravel parking lot.

“We’re here.”

What the fuck, I thought.

“C’mon!”

We got out and the car.

“This way,” he said, taking me by the hand and leading me towards what looked like an abandoned factory.

“What is this place,” I asked.

“It’s all the rage,” he said, with a wry smile. “I think you’ll like it.”

When we entered the factory, we were greeted by silence and darkness.

“Jim,” I said, “If you’re trying to scare me, it’s working.”

“Scare you? Don’t be silly.”

At that, switched on the lights, and the place lit up, revealing nothing but an old warehouse space, with crates everywhere and a dirty bare floor.

“What do you think,” he asked.

“I don’t know what to think, is this some sort of game?”

A game? No. Not at all,” he said with a laugh. “Come on out boys.”

Boys? What the fuck, I thought.

Out of the darkness two men appeared, both naked, their big cocks swaying as they walked towards Mosley and I.

“A little present for you Rhianna,” he said wickedly.

“Here,” he laughed, pushing me towards them. “Shower her with orchids!” 

The two anonymous men forced me to my knees and began to cock slap my face with their dicks.

“Open up you little  bitch,” one of the men said.

“Do as you’re told Rhianna,” Mr. Mosley said, grabbing the back of my head. “You wanted to be a whore didn’t you? You prided yourself on being a master cock tease right? Now’s your chance to prove yourself.”

He gave my hair another yank, and the men took their cue, forcibly jamming my face with their cocks, fucking my mouth. 

“That’s it my dear,” Mr. Mosley said, “show what a good little cock sucker you are!”

As the violation of my face continued, Mosley forced me on all fours and pulled up my dress. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty little ass of yours. You ready, whore?”

Simultaneously,  the men pulled out of my mouth and jacked off onto my face, covering it with thick streams of cum.

Mr. Mosley started to laugh.

“Perfect. Yes, paint her whore face with your cum!”

Mosley continued fucking me for a few more minutes, and then he pulled out saying, “Turn around.”

I did as I was told.

“Open wide,” he ordered and sprayed my face with another load of cum.

“There you little pig. A three course meal.”

He and his two comrades, left me there, saying, “You can find your own way home, I’m sure. A resourceful girl like you.”

Yeah, you are fucking right I AM resourceful, I thought, even as I lay there on the concrete floor, humiliated, used, abused. Alone.

And it was there, at that moment, I made up my mind. I was going to show that bastard who the real slave master was!

To Be Continued….

 

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