Be My Little Whore
I like good girls. Always have.
I’ve never dated the girl that dressed like a slut everywhere we went and I never wanted to. Everyone sees these girls. At a concert, she is wearing the cut spandex. At the bar, her tits are hardly covered. Other girls hate her. Loser guys want her. She has Daddy issues, and not the good kind.
Nope. Not for me.
I want a girl who goes to church. I want to stand next to her and let her know I am a believer too. I want her to take my lead. In everything.
But I want to finger her in the church parking lot. I want to her to slip a toy inside herself in the restroom and hand me the remote. I want to turn it on when the service gets dull.
I want her to be My Whore.
Only mine. Nobody else’s.
The world would have no fucking clue of all the dirty little things I do to her. They’d have no clue of how much she likes it too.
The clerk at the store that morning would have no idea that as I hand him my money, her smell is on my fingers. That the lollipop in my mouth tastes like her sweet wet pussy.
That a vibrating set of panties just got turned on and she is twitching next to me while she staring at the gum display and he is totally clueless why she looks like she is dancing.
“Hurry up honey. We are gonna miss the early service” she says, as her panties are drenched.
Family outings with the aunts and uncles, where I tell her, in front of everyone, “Can I talk to you in private?”, in very serious voice, so they all think we are arguing.
Then in the bathroom I eat her pussy on the little counter until she cums and I force her to try to stay quite as she chokes on my cock down her throat.
I fuck her in public. She wants me to clamp her nipples, choke her, make her cry, pound her pussy and ass, and hitachi her clit until she squirts, just before she helps the less fortunate because her heart is so big. She baby’s me when I get a cold. Cooks me chicken noodle soup with lots of pepper.
My Good Girl. My Whore.
That’s the girl that brings out the best in me.
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