My brother got caught involved in some corporate espionage. By the time they found him out, he had already sold millions of dollars worth of company secrets to a competitor. I called his ex-boss to plead his case, to beg him not to send him to prison. I reminded him that my brother had a family that depended on him and aside from that, he was not enough of a “tough guy” to last for very long in prison at all. He agreed to see me this morning to talk about it. I went in there, and I took care to look really hot. I was prepared to do whatever it took to keep my brother out of prison. I walked in and before I even had time to get comfortable he had a proposal for me. He told me there was one thing I could do to keep him safe from prosecution. I had to agree to be his own personal sex slave for an entire year. At his beck and call any time of day or night, 24/7. And anything he asked of me, I had to do, and at least make him believe that I was enjoying what he was doing. No matter what it was, I had to put my all into it. He told me I had 10 seconds to think about it. I asked him when it would start if I agreed. He said right this fucking minute. I didn’t want to do it, but then I thought of my brother’s 2 year old son growing up without his daddy around and before the 10 seconds was up, I was on my knees, sucking cock and beginning my year of “indentured servitude”. Now I’m his booty call bitch whenever and wherever he demands.
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In our little fantasy…..my husband owes you money. A LOT of fucking money. You and “Joe” have been friends for a long time, but it’s getting to you. You know he’s out of work, like so many across the country, but you don’t give a fuck. You just want your money. So you’ve made up your mind that you’re going to get what’s owed to you, one way or another. I open the door when you knock and tell you that Joe isn’t home and you push your way in, saying you knew he wasn’t home and it wasn’t him you were coming to see anyway. The way you looked at me scared me. I tried to back away from you, but you grabbed my hair and pushed me to my knees, unzipped your pants and shoved your cock down my throat till I choked, telling me, “Suck it bitch”. When I tried to stop you, you slapped my face and deepthroated me till I almost threw up. Then you dragged me down the hall to the bedroom, ripped off my clothes and climbed on top of me. The whole time you were slam fucking me, and I was crying out for my husband but you didn’t care. It only made you fuck me harder. When you wanted to totally humiliate Joe, you used me by turning me over and slamming your cock into my asshole…somehere no cock had EVER been. You buried my face in the bed to muffle my screaming and shoved it into my virgin asshole, all the while telling me how you were taking what was owed to you. I begged you to stop, you wouldn’t. I asked if this would erase our debt, and you said no… this was only the interest and you’d keep coming over and taking it whenever you wanted. Violent, rough, mean. You left me crying, soaked with my tears and your cum. Used, and abused.
I talked to the filthy little slut again the other night. You may remember reading about him? He was made to sleep next to the washing machine and had figured out a way to fuck his ass on a suction cum dildo that he put on there at just the right level? Well, good news!! I guess congratulations are in order. He called me again the other night, because his wife and her lover, who he calls “Sir”, were out to a special dinner to celebrate! It seems his wife is having “Sir’s” baby! And they left him a special dinner too. A club sandwich and some fries. With special sides. “Sir” had released his bowels and left it on a plate for the little diaper slut, as well as relieved his bladder over his fries in a bowl, so they were soaking while we talked. The little diaper slut got so hungry during our session that he slathered the pile of you-know-what all over his club sandwich and ate it while we talked, then washed it down with some soggy fries. Talking about all this made him so hard, but its a shame. He could barely play with his little wee-wee because they keep him in a CB3000, which is a chastity device, for those of you who don’t know. 
Today I got to play a really naughty naughty game. “They” won’t let me write exactly about what Daddy Brad and I played about, but lets just say that I got to be a really dirty little girl. I got to take a bubble bath!!! And I got to get all dried off in a soft fluffy towel and get carried to my bedroom all wrapped up like daddy’s soft clean, pretty little girl. Then I got to be a “big” girl, with a VERY special “ice cream cone” that I got to lick and suck on. After I was done with my special “ice cream cone” Daddy Brad got to put it somewhere warm, and wet and soft and tight. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH it felt SO BIG! Thank you Daddy Brad! I hope you get to play with me again some time soon!
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