1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 2: Julie, Naked in the Park


    Date: 6/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Male Domination, Male/Female, Mind Control, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    up and began to jog around the park. It was early, not too many people were here, but I was sure they were all watching me, judging me, thinking there goes the hussy painted in a man's seed and naked as the day she was born. What a filthy, disgusting, dirty, nasty whore. The shame burned inside me, right down to my pussy, and unleashed a fresh torrent of honey that flowed stickily down my thighs. Why was I so turned on by being humiliated? The first person who noticed me naked was a man in black spandex jogging short and a yellow tank-top. He stopped dead, lust shining in his eyes as he drank in my sight. He pulled out a cell phone. Fuck, he's going to call the cops. I'll be arrested and everyone will think I'm a pervert. I didn't want to do this—I was doing it for Karl. To my surprise he didn't call the police. He started filming me. I jogged by and I smiled at him, straightening to make sure my tits thrust out before me. Why did I do that? The man grinned at me like I was a piece of meat that he wanted to consume. He didn't see me as a human being at all. “What a whore,” he muttered as I ran past. “Holy shit, I can't believe that just happened. She's covered in some guy's spunk!” I wanted to shout that I wasn't a whore. That I would never do something so shameful. Karl made me do this. Just like he made me blow him while he fucked my face. My boyfriend didn't care about my pleasure; I was merely an object to satisfy his lust. Something to be stripped, to be fucked, and to ...
    be forced to parade shamefully naked in front of others. I was nothing more than his love slave. As I passed more people who stared at me with disgust, with lust, or with contempt, that thought crystallized in my mind. I was his love slave—free of responsibility, of morality and shame. I was free to be his hussy, to please him and draw my pleasure from being used and humiliated by him. It was only fair after I had been such a cunt to him. My smiles grew more bold as I passed the strangers and reveled in the lust my naked body generated. I was Karl's sex slave, and he wanted me paraded before the world so they could see just how much of a disgusting whore I was. I passed a fairly attractive woman in her forties. She sneered at me, I puckered my lips at them. “Fucking dyke,” she muttered, fishing her cell phone out of her fanny pack. “I'll suck your twat right here and now,” I taunted. “Put a smile on that sneering face.” By surrendering my will to Karl, I had found freedom. I didn't care what any of these people thought, I didn't care that they judged me. I was Julie Sumner, former ball-busting cunt turned love slave to my wonderful boyfriend. I was his whore, and I loved every humiliating second of it! Karl waited, my clothes in his hand, as I raced down the final stretch, a laugh on my lips. My tits flopped, sore from jogging without a sports bra, and the cum that had dried into sticky, white flakes. He had a smile on his face; I made him happy, and that made me ecstatic. ...
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