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Small Price to Pay

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****this is my story and also appears elsewhere on the internet. I am also the user Moms_New_Boyfriend.****

I’m angry and frustrated, and at this point, it’s hard to remember feeling much else. Mostly I’m mad at my ex-boyfriend; no surprise there. His current girlfriend is also a real piece of work, but I’m also not off the hook myself. I let this happen, and if I’m being honest now, it’s because being dishonest got me into this mess.

The only one I’m not mad at is my sweet Michael, my current boyfriend.

You might be surprised to hear, then, that Michael eats another woman’s pussy on a weekly basis. Worse yet, it’s that cunt of a new girlfriend my ex found. I’m going to call them Tyler and Vanessa because those are the douchiest two names I know.

So my darling Michael eats Vanessa’s pussy regularly and never eats mine, and I’m actually grateful. I promise I’ll make this make sense.

It started with Tyler and me getting kinkier and kinkier. Sorry to burst your bubble, perverts, but sometimes great sex is not enough to save a relationship. The rest of our life together was turning to shit pretty quick, and one day I found myself tossing him out and I was so mad I forgot I was locked in a chastity belt when it happened.

Yeah.

I know, that sounds crazy. That’s how pissed Tyler got me.

So a few hours into the breakup, I’m calling, texting, and getting no answer.

I’ve been locked up in this thing a week at a stretch, I figure I can handle a bit of time, however long it takes to get him to cool down. No sweat, right?

I wait three days, then I text again:

‘Hey, I need that key. Hygiene is a thing you know.’

So he waits a fucking hour, and texts back: ‘I think you mean, I need that key, Sir’

So you know how I said I was mad at myself too? Yeah, that text made my pussy leak. Not that I wasn’t mad, I was fucking livid, but still turned on. Pretty much Tyler and I in a nutshell.

I texted back: ‘dont be a jerk…’

…And didn’t hear from him for another three days.

He texts back that he figures I could find someone to take care of the belt with the right tools, so I must want to still play games with him.

I do not want to play games with Tyler.

I like this kind of play a little, but I was not looking for a lifestyle change.

But stupid, stupid me and my leaky pussy texted back ‘What do u want?’

He asked if I still had anchor rings and shackles. I did. He said to expect him in a few hours. I let him in. He had me suck him off. He chained me up, and finally unlocked me and gave my pussy some air.

The bastard made fun of me, of the smell, the hair, my neediness. Then he cleaned me, and locked me back up. I swore. I shook the chains. He laughed again.

“Calm down. Like I said, you have other options. kaçak iddaa Let’s do this again next week.”

So it went a couple more times, and then he found Vanessa, and I found Michael.

Michael was a coworker. A perfect gentleman. I actually had to encourage him to ask me out (while wondering just what the hell I was doing). We went on a couple dates. I sucked him off. I tried really hard, too. He seemed to like it, but there was some confusion in his eyes. I asked if it was okay that we only do that for now. I hadn’t even undressed.

Mind you, I was a couple years out of college and Michael a bit older; it was beyond strange to him and his face showed it, but he let it be. God, I love him.

Finally, I showed him the belt. I was too embarrassed to tell him I wanted out of the damn thing, so I made it sound like I was way more okay with the arrangement than I was. He said he accepted me as I was, and I melted. That’s where I really started digging the hole I’m in now.

We kissed and cuddled, and I got more and more turned on, and him too. He ran his hands over everything, belt included, and explored a little in the back.

I knew what he wanted, but he didn’t push. His fingers played lightly with my ass, timidly moving closer and closer to the hole.

He deserved better than a blowjob.

“It’s okay. Go ahead.”

He started oh so slowly circling my asshole with one fingertip. I moaned. It wasn’t my favorite. Not by a long shot. But I was so horny, so submissive, and so eager to please this beautiful man, that I craved being filled however I could.

“Yes! Get the lube. I’m ready.”

He did, and he bent me down on all fours. The tiniest bit of forcefulness from my tender Michael had me leaking and going all melty.

He lined up his wonderful slippery cock and started pushing in. I was at my all-time sluttiest after so long just sucking cocks. Or so I thought. I found out I could get even sluttier later.

Anyway, up until then I’d never been hornier, so I actually pushed back at him, impaling myself on that delicious cock of his. I waggled my hips as I went, and he must have really liked the view and the feel, because he was spurting soon after, basically starting a couple fast strokes right after I’d taken him to the hilt, and finishing right then. I purred. I had known I wasn’t going to be cumming when we started. I just wanted him to be happy, and feeling him pumping cum deep in me was completely satisfying in a different way.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

I laughed, turned around, and kissed him on the mouth.

“Sorry for what, silly? That’s what I wanted. I don’t need you to do that all night long. I just want to take your cum and feel you getting off. I loved it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

I smiled wide at him, trying to show my genuine happiness kaçak bahis and hide the burning frustration.

I wriggled into his arms as he lay back against the couch. I playfully bumped my hips into his groin as he caught his breath, trying to only touch him with my soft curves and not the hard steel.

Soon his cock was coaxed back to life. He seemed about to apologize for it until he caught the hungry look in my eye.

I had to literally concentrate on not drooling. I licked my lips. I slowly started my way downwards with my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

I put as much enthusiasm as I could into sucking his cock, and I loved it. My clit throbbed in its prison, but the more I thought about being a good little submissive slut for my Michael, the easier it was to ignore.

I pulled my mouth off when he was getting close and quickly turned away, waggling my steel framed ass invitingly.

He had other plans for me. I felt not his cock at my anal entrance, but his questing tongue. My stomach dropped; how could I be such a bad selfish needy slut that my wonderful Michael thought he had to do something like that for me? I let him, of course, and I cooed soft encouragements when he reached to tease my hanging breasts, but inwardly, I was devastated. Soon though, that thought was pushed away by more urgent ones.

I was being driven wild by desire. I couldn’t keep still obviously. It was maddening. My horribly empty cunt flexed and leaked, but could manage nothing more.

He felt like fire. I thought I would die of the need to cum, and one of the last thoughts I had while I was still capable of thinking saved me: I had to fake it.

“I’m cumming! Oh Michael! It’s so good! Aghhh, it’s still going!”

I shivered and bucked my way through the orgasm I wished I was having. I let tears run down my face; he’d think they were just from how intense the experience was, and he wouldn’t be wrong.

I sobbed and moaned as I “finished.”

“Oh thank you, Michael, baby, my darling, my wonderful beautiful man! It’s been so long.”

I took a shuddering breath before continuing and sealing my fate as a perpetually denied anal whore.

“Please, please, please fuck my ass some more. Please, you deserve it. I love your cock in my ass.”

He did, and I did love it, just not as much as I pretended to.

My own fault I ended up this way, see?

Anyway, while I was gently guiding Michael to treat me like the whore I am, Tyler found some trashy skank in the gutter or maybe she just appeared in a puff of brimstone, straight from hell, I’m not sure.

Vanessa. Such a bitch.

She decided to meet me when she heard about the weekly unlockings.

No more sucking off Tyler, that much was fine with me.

Instead, after cleaning me, she and Tyler illegal bahis switched back and forth between fucking in front of me and teasing my poor clit with their fingers or a vibrator. They never let me cum.

The worst was Vanessa straddling me while Tyler fucked her doggy style, and the bitch kissed me on the mouth and told me how good it felt. She screamed right in my face as she came.

Eventually, they found out about Michael. Lucifer, I mean Vanessa, decided he should be part of the weekly cleaning process. She thought it was great fun if he ate her pussy in front of me, and while my wonderful man never disappointed and I was glad he got to enjoy somebody’s pussy even if it was the devil’s, she still threatened constantly to cancel the unlockings if he didn’t do a good job. I was so proud of him and grateful, even while I wished every kind of painful death on Vanessa.

Tyler seems happy to just watch and laugh now. Oh, and my wonderful, sweet, darling gentleman has never seen my pussy at all, because they have him leave when I’m unlocked. He only tasted it once, off of Vanessa’s finger, and she only penetrated me with it or anything at all that one time.

After we’d gone on like this for a couple months, and Michael and I moved in together, Vanessa announced that she and Tyler would let me cum on Christmas. My stomach did something I can’t describe. I was so hopeful, so needy, so desperate, but I knew something was off. There was a catch. There had to be. I wasn’t that lucky, and they weren’t that kind.

I was right.

They had created a website. We had been filmed. They had enough blackmail material to completely own me.

They gave me the password. Said I was in charge of the videos, but no orgasm for me unless it was all on camera for the thousands of fans. My fans.

“Admit what you are. Let them all see. Then you can cum.”

I was sick. Dizzy even. Michael was stony-faced.

I said I had to think about it. We had to think about it.

In the car, Michael laughed.

“Those idiots! They don’t know you’ve been cumming this whole time.”

I died a little inside. Something broke. I think I lost a few brain cells trying to take my need for Michael and make it make sense next to my need to cum. I couldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t know.

And I couldn’t cum.

So now I’m here. Christmas Eve. The offer’s on the table. The site’s still up. I know what I have to do.

I love that man. He can never know I lied. Never know that the me he accepted way back when wasn’t the real me.

Hello, Chastity, my new name and identity as a desperate anal-only porn slut. From now on, my sexuality is just pleasuring Michael with my mouth and ass, whenever he wants. Who knows, maybe if I keep practicing clenching on his cock and grinding backwards when he fucks me, I’ll learn to cum from it. And I know he loves it even if it doesn’t work for me. I’m even going to try to find him a pussy slut too, so he doesn’t miss out on anything. Just not Vanessa. Anyone but her.

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