My Facebook Slut

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I had met Michael on Facebook and we had hit it off right from the start. He was truly a gentle and submissive man, and I knew that before long I would have him under my spell.  We messaged back and forth for a couple of weeks before we decided to meet.

When he picked me up , I noticed that he could not look into my eyes when I addressed him. This was a good thing, and the earmark of a good bitch. He knew that he was unworthy of me. I slapped him across the face, just to make sure that he knew who I was, before we drove off.

“Where would you like to go first, Mistress?” Michael asked.

“There is a park two blocks up, slut, ” I answered.

He drove up the street to the park as he was ordered, and parked in a secluded spot.

“Now you are going to give me an orgasm, ” I told him.

“Yes, Mistress, ” he answered.

His nervousness aroused me. I loved putting bitches and sluts on the spot. I pulled my breasts out of my shirt and ordered him to suckle me, as he fingered me.I pushed my clit against his finger and grinded. Juices began to flow as I was brought to orgasm.

“Very good, Bitch. You can follow orders. Now suck my sweetness off your finger, ” I taunted him.

His cock was swollen, and I could tell he was throbbing. I put my hand on his balls and gave them a tight squeeze.  He began to shake.

“Looks like it doesn’t take much to excite you, Bitch, ” I quipped.

“Sorry, Mistress, ” he answered, his pants now wet from his discharge.

“Take me home,  you pathetic slut, We will continue this at a later date, perhaps.

 

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