I remember the first time he told me to be his dirty slut for a week. The black bra hugged my tits, pushing them up and out, making me feel like a fucking goddess. I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his cock strained against his pants. He knew I was his, ready to be used however he wanted. I was his plaything, his cum slut, and I fucking loved it. Every night, he’d come home and fuck me like an animal, using me for his pleasure. I’d beg for it, beg for his cock, his cum. It was the best week of my life, being his perfect little whore. I’d do anything for him, be anything he wanted. That black bra was just the beginning of my transformation into his ultimate fantasy.
