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the perfect slut pick up

If you don’t know the difference between consensual, or otherwise play, then by all means, don’t read the following work of fiction.
The cheating wife
Cheating wives are always a kick for me. They want to fuck around on their husbands, so they go out and find a man they don’t know, and go alone with him to a hotel room, a deserted area, or even
his place. I still can’t believe that they still have the audacity to look shocked when their plans go to Hell.

I like a woman that way, that is; shocked, surprised, and scared. I still love the bitch who pissed
herself after she found out what I had in store for her. Do this day, I wonder what she told her family the night she came home looking wet and smelling of urine. Too bad that I had to let her go, because I
certainly enjoyed having her ass that night.
It never, ever, starts like this.

I mean, they are all very flirtatious, and enjoying the attention I’m giving them. They push out their tits at me, playing with their hair, as well as playing those eye games,
hoping for my male, sexual response. I don’t disappoint them, as I give them exactly what they want, for then that is.
That was exactly what Joyce was expecting that Friday night too. Not bad looking, early 40’s, 5’2″ and blonde, with a good rack, she smiled, and laughed at all my jokes.

She even “inadvertently”
touched my hand. She was so damned horny, and she knew that I knew it. I asked why her husband wasn’t with her tonight, with her telling me that he was out of town until next week. I looked concerned, commenting upon why any man wouldn’t take his pretty wife along with him. She blushed a bit, but clearly enjoying the flattery. I asked her to leave the night club with me and go for a ride, she couldn’t tell me yes fast enough.

We left the building, got into my car, and headed South on Route 39. Reaching over from the wheel, I touched and began holding her hand. She smiled and held my hand back, shifting in her seat to face me more while we chatted back and forth about any number of nonsense subjects. The glow of the dashboard lighting showed her smiling face, as well as showing a look of anticipation for her lust was about to be fulfilled.

The whole trip to that roadside motel took an entire hour and forty-five minutes. The roads were dry, even for January night in Western Michigan. Do you know the motels out in the sticks which have small, one room houses for the night, trimmed in wood pine, and a hundred coats of white paint. On one of those roads, which have truckers and rednecks driving, known for missing hitchhikers. I pulled in front of that shack, noting that it at least it looks better in the dark, as it was the only thing that could be seen in the middle of cornfields, save the stars in the sky.

I got out of the car, walked over to her side of the car, and opened the car door for her. She stepped out gingerly, stepping out of the way, as I
closed the door, locking it with my keychain remote. I turned and opened the motel room to Joyce, flipping on the inside light switch, as I stood there in the doorway, while she tried her best to remain looking sexy. She knew, just as well as I did at that moment, that she was nothing more than a slut looking for her fix that night.

I closed the door to the room, turning, to see her standing there with that same “fuck-me” look. I walked over to her, placing my hand behind her head and moved in for what she thought that she knew to be the kiss. Instead, I grabbed a clumpful hair from the back of her head, pulling her backwards, while I put my face to hers. “You wanted to be fucked, you whore?” I said while gritting my teeth, “You got more than what you bargained!” The look of panic upon her face was instantaneous.

I pulled her hair further back, bringing her off balance, then pushing her forward, and letting go, with her momentum landing her body onto the bed. She turned with the same look of fear, realizing that there was no phone in the room, and I was standing between her and the door. She knew we were isolated
from the rest of the world, with only farmland outside the walls. Knowing she was in trouble, her instinct was just to survive, regardless of the means she had to undergo.

I was happy to accommodate
her.
I reached over to her, grabbing her blouse, partially tearing, and ripped it down from her tits to her waist. Instinctively, she brought her hand to cover her lacy white bra and tits. She rolled off the bed
onto the floor, unto her knees. She began to beg. “Take off those fucking clothes, Cunt, or I’ll tear them from your fat ass, just like I tore your shirt off those fat tits.

” She closed her eyes tightly and faced
down, holding back from crying out loud. “What’s the matter dumb-ass?! You were just ready to strip for me a minute ago, and now you want to be shy about your body?!” You really are a dumb-fucking
cunt, aren’t you?!” I reached down, grabbed her hair once again and fucked her onto the bed, with her face into the mattress. She began to struggle for air just before I let go of her head, and I began to shred and tear her clothes from her body.

Her voice became high pitched, as she pleaded for me to stop her
assault upon her. I unclasped her bra, rolling her over, and pulled it away, leaving those fat tits exposed to my eyes.
Pulling her up by her arm, I pulled one, then the other arm behind her back, tying her wrists behind her back with her brazier. The tears already streaming from her eyes, became more pronounced
as I shoved her over in front of the dresser mirror, so she could see herself bound, standing in only her panties.

I stood behind her, running my fingers over her tits, squeezing her nipples between my thumb and finger. Her crying, now started to become outright bawling, as I continued to subject her eyes to my use of her body. I once again pulled her head back by the hair, for her to lose her view in the mirror,
letting go just long enough for her to refocus upon my reaching to her silken panties, and sliding them down her long legs, exposing a scant, brown hair bush.

“Go figure”, I said to her, “You dye your hair blond, but don’t have the decency to shave your twat. ” Her bawling started to jiggle those tits, which I didn’t mind a bit. However, the sniveling sound from her mouth, began to work on my nerves. I wanted a decent looking braud to fuck, before I marked her too much. I shoved her silk panties into her mouth, causing her to choke a bit from my shoving them too far, but working themselves back forward.

I walked over to my suitcase, opening it, and grabbed a roll of duct tape. I peeled a wide strip, placing it upon her gagged mouth, with her eyes widening from my doing this. I know that she may seen this in the movies, but she never, ever, expected this to happed to her. I turned her body to face the mirror once
again. There she was as she now could see herself: Naked, bound, and gagged.

I love my work.
She stood there, slightly bent forward, with her tits still jiggling from all her crying. She looked up at me, her eyes begging me. I spun her around, looking into her eyes, telling her that I would take
out the gag, only if she would stop the childlike snivel. Her eyes began to well-up again, as she tried to speak through her gag. “Okay then, you won’t stop the crying, the gag stays in” I said.

She screamed, and then nodding her head incessantly. “So you want the gag out of your mouth?” I sarcastically asked.
Her response was appropriate, as far as what I could discern. I reached up to the tape, ripping it off her face, and gently taking her panties from her mouth. “Now, if you want to keep from being gagged,
you’ll do everything and everything I want from now on. Right?” Joyce realized that she had no choice.

She looked to the floor, nodding her head. Grabbing her hair once again, I spun her around to the bed, bending her over, and repeatedly
spanked her ass as she began to cry out. “When I speak to you, you will cknowledge me by speaking, and you will address me as ‘Master’. Do you fucking understand me fuck-meat?!” “Y-y-y–y-es Master”
she cried out. She began to start to cry again. “What did I tell you about crying, Cunt?” I asked.

She toned her crying lower, and responded, “Tha-t if I don’t stop, you’ll put the gag back in. ” I waited
exactly two seconds, before I grabbed her hair again, pulling her up and forcibly twisting her left nipple. “That if I don’t stop, I’ll put the gag back in? Who are you talking to, dumb-fuck?” She realized
that she fucked up, and immediately corrected herself, ” That if I don’t stop crying, that you will put the gag back in, Master!” I let go of her tit, pushing her to the bed.

Now that training is over, now it’s time for fun.
“Get on the floor and on your knees. ” She knew what was coming. I had the impression from her response that she didn’t enjoy sucking cock, but who said that I cared? She was a bit mystified on
how to suck cock right now, as she was probably used to using her hands while doing so. She performed adequately, bobbing her head up and down, while I watched the top of her sweaty head
being used to please my cock.

Her mouth was really wet and warm, probably from the overreaction of her crying a few moments ago, pursing her mouth lips to give enough soft tension to my organ. After a few minutes, my body began to react to her giving me head. I suppose she could sense this, as she began to slow her response in hesitation, instead of fastening her pace. “You better speed up, or you’ll think the punishment you already was mild”.

With that, Dumb-ass Joyce finally got smart, and her head went from 30 to 100 mph. The immediate change in pace, caused my body to orgasm almost instantly. My dick stiffened even more, rising up, and then I felt it ready to shoot. Joyce never saw it coming, as I began to empty myself into her mouth and throat. I grabbed the back of her head and neck, pulling my cock deeper into her mouth, causing Joyce to gag and cough.

She tried pulling back, but couldn’t break my grip of her head and neck, as I continued to drain my cum unto her tongue. I let her go, with her coughing and gasping bringing her from a kneeling position, to lying on the floor. I’m sure that her wrist still secured behind her back, didn’t help matters any for her, but it was still fun watching her
trying to clear her throat, as part of my wad and drool lie on her face.

“Please Master, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I promise. ” Joyce begged of me, while she continued to catch her breath from the blow job she just gave me. “You want to go? Really? Okay. ” I said. I grabbed her by the arm, and marched her naked body to the door, unlocking it, and pushed her outside, unto the dark, gravel driveway. She sat there, crying. “Now, which is it? Do you want to be left naked outside to become a passed around fuck toy for the first trucker that finds you, or do you want to finish your time with me?” The thought of chancing of being held captive for months, used as a lot
lizard in the back of semi cabs and trailers, didn’t thrill her; but neither did coming back inside.

“I’ll tell you what,” I started, “I’ll stuff you in the trunk of my car, and I’ll drive you somewhere to the middle of
the park, and tie you to a tree. You might get lucky and get found by a Park Ranger, or you might get found by a bear, or perhaps even a dope grower. Does that any sound better to you? Joyce stood up,
gulping an mouthful of air, and stated, “I would like to stay with you, Master.

” I smiled, as she began to doubt her own decision.
Joyce lied face down on the bed, as I untied her hands from behind her back. I immediately replaced her restraints with a set of professional handcuffs, resulting in a noticeable reaction, as her body immediately tensed. I duct taped her ankles in a figure 8 fashion, bending them toward her wrist, and then roped her shackled wrists to her ankles. It was going to take me a while to recover from that
great blow job, but I was going to have some fun in the interim.

I rolled her onto her side, placing clothes pins unto her nipples. Her face tensed, but not was much as I pulled her labia loose from her
clitoris, and clamped another unto that! Her body spasmed in pain, as she wiggled and moved her hips to remove it from her sex. She began to beg that I remove it, begging me so much, that she promised
me her bank accounts, car, and the rest of her worldly goods.

I laughed, and said, “Are you kidding me?! The only way I would ever stop fucking and punishing you, is if you would offer someone else up
to me, to do the same as I’m doing to you. The only difference, is that you’ll help me **** and torture them too. ” Joyce’s eyes became big again. She wouldn’t ever do such a thing to anyone else, but in the
back of her head, she couldn’t think that there’s one person………I was happily tired and lied down for short time.

Joyce lie there in agony for what seemed to be hours. Her clitoris ached from the clothes pin, throbbing from the constant pressure. Her nipples fared no better, becoming beyond sore, and just a
constant source of pain. I woke up, looking into her eyes. Her eyes were red and swollen, but she abstained from crying. I unclamped her clit, and the bleed flow immediately engorged her, causing her
to groan, and try to forward bend in pain.

I then unclamped her nipple, causing an almost equal response. I rolled her from her side, and faced down again, unroping her limb and taking my knife, cutting away the duct tape to her ankles. “Roll over on your back. ” I commanded. She did so, without hesitation, while the cuffs cut into her wrists. My cock was stiffening already. I opened her legs at the knees, and moved forward to invade her pussy.

Her breathing quickened, knowing what was to happen,
she clamped her eyes closed, turning her head to the side. I sat up from all fours and unto my knees, backhanding dumbfuck Joyce again. The red welt from my hand upon her cheek immediately appeared,
as she looked at me with shock and disbelief. “You were willing to come here and fuck me, like the adulterous whore that you are, so you’ll stay with me while you willingly let me **** you.

Got it?!” She
didn’t have a choice and she knew it. “Now say it, dumbfuck. ” Joyce swallowed the last of her pride,and stated “Please fuck me Master. I want you to **** me. ” I was happy to oblige her request, as I slowly pushed myself into her, as she was compulsed to look and watch my body invade hers. I moved her ankles to the air, where she know to keep them there.

Her wrists, becoming more traumatized from
the handcuffs behind her back, and the weight and motion from out bodies, became increasingly unbearable, as she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from crying anymore. I began to speed my pace, but I didn’t want to satisfy myself so fast. Her pussy was so damned
wet, so I decided to use this to my advantage. I stopped my **** upon her body, and rolled this bitch onto her stomach, grabbing her hips and pulling them up to my cock.

Her face fell into the pillow, but my concern with my satisfying my sexual urges right now. I entered her pussy from behind, and continued pounding her. Still holding off a bit more, I stopped once again, quickly pushing her ass down, and entered her ass with my very hard, and very wet dick. Joyce let out a yell, like no other she had ever let out before. “Stop! Stop! Stop!” She screamed over and over.

Her tight asshole and her
reaction was building a huge climax within me, despite the agony to her. She thrashed about, trying to stop my assault upon her, while still screaming for me to cease fucking her ass. My body finally
relinquished it’s hold and I finally exploded into her rectum. I continued to keep myself, fully into her, but without moving. Joyce, slumped into a deeper defeat, while not even attempting to move her head
from the inevitable suffocation she faced from her face deep into the pillow.

Out of pure selfishness, I chose to keep her breathing and pulled the pillow out from under her head. I was having fun with this
bitch right now. What more could I do to keep this going?
“Do you want this to stop now?” I asked Joyce. She looked at me with a defeated look, thenwith her eyes to the floor and replied “Yes Master, please. ” “Will you do anything that I want then?” Still numb from tonight’s events, and seeing no opportunities to change her situation, Joyce despondently answered, “Yes Master, I will do anything for you.

” “Good,” I replied. “Go into the shower and clean yourself up. I will be there shortly for you to clean me too. ” Joyce began to shower,
while I went through her purse. I took her cellular phone, keys, and wallet, placing them into the glove box of my car. I collected the rags that used to be Joyce’s clothes, bagging them, and placed them into the dumpster outside the motel office. I packed my suitcase, and put it in the car, on the backseat.

I undressed, climbed into the shower, and had my slave clean me to my satisfaction. After being dried
and dressed, I cuffed and gagged her, bringing her outside and opened the trunk of the car. “Get in,” I said. I arrived at my slave’s home a couple hours later, driving around the neighborhood once, just to
case the neighborhood. I pulled into the driveway of a nice, ranch home. As it was 2:30 am, there wasn’t much of a risk of being seen by the neighbors, so I opened the front door of her house, but left
the lights out.

I opened the trunk, and she walked from the car to inside the house. The level of discomfort was rather high, but again, who cares? She was cold, but she would be warm again, quite
soon. I unlocked her cuffs and removed her gag and I placed her keys, wallet and cell phone on the kitchen table. She stood in the middle of her home, still naked and exposed, unknowing of what I would require of her next.

I sat down in the living room chair, with her standing in front of me, and asked who would she choose that I victimize next, so that she need not suffer anymore. She was obviously uncomfortable, but she knew an answer. I began my sentence again, “Who do you
choose……. ,” When she suddenly broke in, “My sister, Master. ” I raised my eyebrows a bit and asked “Why her. ” Joyce, not so ashamed anymore, answered, “She’s having an affair with my husband, and
she needs to pay, Master.

” I was rather impressed. I felt confident that she wasn’t lying to me after asking a few more questions, and ascertained that her sister lived alone. “Call her now. Tell her it’s an
emergency within the house, and you need her help now. ” Joyce, on speaker phone, called her sister. It was as if the lamb was being led to the slaughter, with the story and graphic description of the waterline that had burst, flooding the house.

“I’ll be right there!” her sister responded, and pulling into the
driveway 20 minutes later.
Amy woke up gagged and cuffed on Joyce’s bed a few minutes later. She looked at both her stoic sister Joyce, still naked, and I looking down on her. I smiled, and said to her, “Fucking your sister’s husband isn’t a good thing. Is it?” Amy looked back at me, shaking her head and trying to speak through the gag.

I laughed a bit and turned to Joyce and commanded, “Strip the bitch”, a command that she did, and did gladly. As the now naked Amy look up at the both of us, shaking and crying, I removed my toys from my bag. Joyce looked at her sister and said, “You wanted to be fucked, you whore? You got more than what you bargained! The only difference is that when I finish with you, you’ll be spending a lot more time as a pass-around truck lot lizard.


Oh, it’s going to be a good weekend.


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