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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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June 15th, 2013 – Julie Sumner – Steilacoom Park, Lakewood, WA

“Strip,” Karl ordered.

“I thought we were going for a jog?” I objected, even as my hands grabbed the hem of my tank top and pulled it up over my head. I had to obey his voice. There was something so… commanding about him. It resonated in that part of me awakened by the words of his friend, Mark.

“You are,” he answered, a grin on his bony face. “You were a bitch to me for years, and now it’s time to start paying me back.”

“I’m very sorry, Karl,” I groaned, my words spilling out of me. I didn’t hesitate to seized my black sports bra next and haul it over my head. I freed my round breasts. They bounced before me, exposed to the morning sunlight. “I was terrible to you. I thought you were just a loser.”

“And now what do you think?”

“You’re the greatest man alive,” I answered honestly. Mark explained it all to me, his words awakening me to the truth. “I love you, Karl.” I did. I could see it now. My heart thudded so fast. I felt such joy standing before him.

“Is that why you’re stripping naked?”

I shoved down my spandex jogging shorts as I moaned, “Of course, Karl. I would do anything for you.”

A smile creased his thin face. I used to think he was a weasel, skinny and untrustworthy, always perving on me while he was supposed to be cooking. I was the morning manager at the Ram where he worked as the sou-chef. Then yesterday, I spoke to Karl’s friend Mark, and he opened my eyes to just how great of a man Karl really was. Mark’s words resonated in my soul. He understood me and revealed how blind I was. Suddenly, I was seeing Karl for the great and wonderful guy he was. I found myself in love with my thin, scruffy employee.

But I had a lot to make up to him for being such a nasty bitch, so I would do anything he said.

No matter how embarrassing.

“There are people here, Karl,” I said, glancing around while stepping out of my panties. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. But that didn’t stop me from undressing. “They’re going to call the police if they see me naked.”

“Probably,” Karl answered with a shrug. Then his eyes fell on my body. He smiled and groaned, “God, you are so beautiful.”

A pleased shudder ran through me. I grinned back at him as his eyes raked my tight body. My breasts were round and supple, with dark nipples that all my lovers enjoyed. His eyes dipped lower to focus on the landing strip of honey-brown hair leading to my juicy cunt. At twenty-eight, I was in the best shape of my life. To keep my my body nice and tight, I did cardio for an hour every night after work.

I was confronted by temptation all day long managing a restaurant.

His hand tweaked my nipple. A shiver a rippled through me. I arched my back, thrusting my tits at him. It didn’t matter how many people saw me. He could do anything to me, no matter how embarrassing. I just wanted to love him.

“Why don’t you suck on my cock?”

“Out here?” I asked even as my body responded to his command. I would do anything for him, but it didn’t change how mortifying this was. I fell to my knees onto the soft grass, the blades tickling my body. “Someone might see.”

“Doesn’t that make it exciting?” he asked, his hand stroking through my hair.

I couldn’t deny a weird, nervous thrill tingling across my skin. A static charge electrified me from my neck, through my hard nipples, and ended at my juicy twat. I moaned and pulled down his jogging shorts and briefs down, exposing a squat cock that rose from a thatch of straw-hued pubic hair. It definitely wasn’t the longest cock I’d ever experienced, but it was the fattest.

My pussy loved it.

I stretched my mouth wide open to force his thick rod past my lips. But I did it. I engulfed his dick, bringing a groan from his mouth. I shivered, so happy I could please the man I loved. My tongue swirled around the crown as I sucked hard.

I took more and more of him, bobbing my mouth down his shaft. He was short enough that I could take his entire length and it only brushed my tonsils. It was so wonderful to have his dick all the way in my mouth and to feel his pubic hair tickling my nose and lips. He groaned, staring down at me with such hungry eyes.

“That’s it,” he growled. “You’re my slut now. My slave.”

I moaned my agreement, sucking so hard on him. My tongue stroked the bottom of his shaft, loving his girth as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. My naked rump wiggled. Anyone could see my tight ass and the pussy juices running down my thighs.

I was so wet. So hot. So horny. Shame burned through me as I blew my boyfriend’s dick.

“Shit!” he grunted then drew back his hips, sliding his cock through my lips. He slammed forward, moaning, “You got such a hot mouth, Julie. Made for sucking my dick.”

It was.

I sucked hard as he fucked my face. His strong hands gripped my honey-brown hair. I felt like a blow-up doll as he grunted and moaned. Just an object to be used by the guy I loved. My pussy clenched harder. More juices flooded down my thighs as I gripped his hips.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Fuck, Julie, use that little whore-mouth to please me.”

I did. Drool ran down my chin. My tongue swirled about my boyfriend’s cock as I sucked on him. I gave him so much pleasure. I put my all into it as I wiggled my hips, the sun warm on my back and rump.

I felt so self-conscious of my naked flesh as Karl fucking my mouth, his balls slapping into my chin. I was sure that a hundred people were watching me be such a brazen hussy. They had to be staring at me, knowing I was his slut. His whore.

I shuddered.

What if someone I knew saw me? Blowing a man in the park, even my boyfriend, was the sort of rumor that would dog me for the rest of my life. It could ruin my job if my employers found out I was such a whore for one of my own cooks.

For the man I loved.

And what if my father found out…? He was a Methodist preacher. He’d have a heart-attack learning I was a slutty pervert who got so wet being used by my boyfriend in public. That my pussy grew so hot and begged to be fingered.

The more I dwelt on how embarrassing, how humiliating, this situation was, the more my skin prickled. The more my twat dripped honey down my thighs. Why was I so turned on? It wasn’t blowing just Karl that had my cunt on fire.

Before him, I never enjoyed giving a blowjob. It was something I used to do get a guy to go down on me, or because I didn’t feel like spreading my thighs and letting him stick his cock in my snatch. But even with my new-found appreciation for oral pleasure, just sucking Karl’s dick wouldn’t make me this hot. Anticipating his cum spurting into my mouth—I loved the salty flavor of his jizz after he told me I did—wouldn’t make my pussy melt this much.

So why was this so exciting?

God, was I getting turned on by being watched? By being humiliated? Was I that much a slut?

I shuddered and moaned about his cock. I sucked and slurped on his cock with so much effort, my body trembling. I wanted people to witness me being used. To see that I was just a hole for my boyfriend to fuck and dump his cum into.

“This is what your mouth was made for,” Karl grunted as he thrust his dick harder into my mouth. His balls thwacked again and again on my chin. “Instead of snapping at people and being a stuck up cunt, your mouth was made for sucking my cock.”

Well, that was true. His cock fit perfectly in my mouth. I enjoyed sucking him and letting him fuck my face. Normally, I wouldn’t allow a man treat me like this. But I loved Karl so much. There were no limits to my passions.

He grunted and groaned as he pounded my mouth. I savored the degrading way his balls smacked into my chin. They were heavy and covered in thin, yellow hair. His moans became animalistic grunts, primal, masculine, dominating.

I was merely an object to be used for his pleasure, a living sex toy—a doll.

How wonderfully degrading!

I couldn’t ignore my hot cunt any longer. My right hand shot down from his hip to between my thighs. I whimpered about his shaft as my fingers found my juicy twat. My digits rubbed through my dripping pussy lips.

I was so primed with lust that the merest brush of my fingers across my throbbing clit detonated the passion within me. Pleasure exploded in the depths of my cunt. The entire park watched me cum like a depraved slut sucking his dick.

I squeezed my eyes shut, screaming about his plunging cock. Waves of rapture washed through my body. Dizziness swept through me. I swayed and moaned, my cunt cream washing out of my twat. My juices gushed around my stroking fingers and flooded down my thighs. I could smell my tart musk filling the air over his salty scent.

I hummed and moaned as I assaulted my clit. One orgasm wasn’t enough. I kept massaging my bud, keeping the rippling bliss alive in my cunt. Waves of euphoria washed out of my pussy over and over.

Everyone would see. Would know. I was Karl’s slut-girlfriend!

My left hand clung to his waist to keep me from collapsing beneath the rapture that blasted through my body. My right finger abused my clit, rubbing it so hard, so fast. My little nub drank in the sensations, transmuting it into the ecstasy drowning my mind.

“Fuck, yes, keep humming,” he panted. “You nasty cunt!”

I did. I kept moaning, the sound fueled by the orgasm rippling through my cunt. My snatch convulsed, wishing his fat cock filled me. His dick thrust so hard into my mouth as dizzy waves of darkness washed across my vision. Stars danced in the fuzzy night.

“You’re just such a slut!” he growled.

I was.

“You’re going to make me cum!”

I sucked so hard, another orgasm bursting in my snatch.

“Fuck, yes!” he snarled and ripped his dick from my mouth.

I gasped and coughed, dazed by my orgasm, so confused. His dick bobbed before me. He fisted himself, pumping his hand up and down his shaft so fast. He held my hair tight in his other hand as he let out a loud grunt.

“Fucking hell! God fucking damn it!”

His cum jetted out of his dick. It splashed on my face and neck. Hot, thick cum painted my features. He let out another moan, his face contorted in rapture as a second blast landed on my naked tits. I shuddered at the hot kiss of salty spunk, a dribble running across my hard nipple.

“Just such a slut for me!”

“I am!” I squealed as his third blast splashed across my right shoulder and matted my hair. “Your whore!”

His last spurts spilled across my face, adding more stripes to my body. I whimpered, loving the feel of him running thick across my body. My tongue flicked out, gathering the salty treat I loved so much. I whimpered, my tits heaving as another orgasm rippled through my body.

He coated me in his cum. How much more humiliating would this get?

I frigged my pussy faster, reveling in my shame. I screamed out my bliss, hoping everyone witnessed how my boyfriend used me. How he covered me in his hot spunk. I felt it running across my breasts while a fresh rivulet trickled past my nose and reached my lips.

More salty jizz to enjoy.

Panting, Karl yanked my head up to stare into his eyes. He ordered, “I want you to jog around the park covered in my jizz like the whore you are.”

“Yes,” I moaned while he squeezed his cock, hovering just above my face, from root to tip. I whimpered as he forced out one last dollop of cum. It hung like a white teardrop from the tip, then splashed on my forehead, hot and gooey.

“Go!”

My cheeks burned with humiliation as I gained my wobbly feet. My entire body trembled from my multiple orgasms. I felt like sleeping, but I forced myself to jog around the park. My cum-coated tits bounced and jiggled. Spunk ran across my face while pussy cream dribbled down my thighs.

It was early, so there weren’t as many people here as I imagined, but there were enough. I felt their eyes staring at 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? I ached for Karl’s cock to fill my cunt and give me more pleasure.

The first person to truly notice my naked, jizz-coated flesh was a man in black spandex jogging short and a yellow tank-top. He jogged around the bend, appearing from the cover of bushes twenty feet in front of me. He stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw dropped. Lust shone in his eyes as he drank in my sight.

He pulled out a cell phone.

I winced, realizing he was about to call the cops. Then I would be arrested and everyone would know I was a pervert. That I would do anything for Karl. My pussy clenched, begging for my fingers to stroke my juicy petals.

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? It only made my humiliation grow. Especially when 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 jogged past. “Holy shit, I can’t believe that just happened. She’s covered in some guy’s spunk!”

“I’m not a whore!” I groaned. Not really. “I’m my boyfriend’s love slave! He ordered me to do this! I’d never do it on my own!”

It was the truth. I never would… But the words I spoke stuck with me. 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 Karl’s love slave. I was free of responsibility, of morality and shame. I was free to be his hussy, to please him and revel in the degrading 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. So they could witness how he used me.

It made me proud. It made me wet.

I passed a fairly attractive woman in her forties. She sneered at me and snarled, “Degenerate.”

I puckered my lips at them.

“Fucking dyke,” she muttered, fishing her cell phone out of her fanny pack.

“I’ll lick your twat right here and now,” I taunted, free of everything. I could eat her pussy if Karl ordered me to. I would do it with such gusto. I would feast on her cunt or any woman’s if my boyfriend ordered me to. “I’ll put a smile on that sneering face.”

By surrendering my will to Karl, I found freedom. I didn’t care what any of these people thought. I didn’t care that they judged me. I was Julie Sumner, ball-busting cunt turned love slave to my wonderful boyfriend. I was his whore.

I loved every humiliating second of my new life.

My body buzzed from more than a runner’s high as I finished my jog. He waited with my clothes in hand, letting them sway like they were some grand prize. With a smile, I raced down the final stretch. My tits flopped, sore from jogging without a sports bra. I didn’t care. The look of joy on his face energized me.

I made him happy, and that made me ecstatic.

“Oh, Karl, that was amazing,” I moaned when I reached him. “Everyone saw that I was covered in your cum.”

“Good,” he said and tossed my sports bra and shorts to me. “Get dressed. We better get out of here before the cops show up.”

“Sure.” I smiled at him, my pussy clenching. “Whatever you say, Karl.” I hesitated before pulling my sports bra over my cum-stained tits and asked, “Maybe we could do this again?”

“Really?” he asked. “Did you get off on being watched?”

“I got off on being commanded. I can do anything, no matter how humiliating or disgusting, if you tell me to do it. I’m your love slave. Your fucktoy.” I threw my arms around his neck, pressing my naked body against him. “I’m yours to abuse.”

His smile was broad, hungry like a wolf’s. “I can think of a few more degrading things to do to you.”

“Good.” I kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth. He held me tight, his mouth devouring mine. Waves of heady need washed out of my juicy cunt.

God, I loved this wonderful man.

I broke the kiss, leaving Karl blinking, a look of surprise on his face. Then his smile grew pleased. My words made him happy.

Quivering in delight, I dressed quickly. Then we jogged to my powered-blue Audi. Karl drove. I giggled as I hopped into the passenger seat. Sirens echoed in the distance. The police were coming. A giddy thrill ran through me.

“Drive, drive, Karl!” I moaned, bouncing in my seat.

He jammed the car into reverse, then tore through the parking lot for the exit. My stomach quivered. I whimpered, my tits bouncing in my sports bra as he made the turn onto Steilacoom Boulevard, the main street running before the park.

He drove up the road, blending in with the rest of the traffic driving east towards Lakewood proper. In moments, we passed through the light at 87th Avenue. Ahead, the cop cars drew closer and closer, lights flashing.

I tensed, squirming. Would they know it was us?

“It’ll be fine,” Karl said, patting my pussy-stained thigh.

Then the cops howled past us, racing for the park. I let out a wild giggle as the adrenaline washed through me. Such triumph surged through me. I couldn’t help but bounce in my seat as I looked behind us.

“We did it!” I squealed. “We got away with it!”

“Yeah,” Karl groaned then made a hard turn to the left, pulling into a parking lot.

“Karl?” I asked as he raced through it and drove behind the strip mall that contained a Dollar Tree store.

“I got to fuck you!” he moaned as he screeched my car to a stop. “Goddamn, it was hot watching you run around covered in my jizz and parading your body. I was so proud. That was my slut all those guys were lusting after!”

I smiled at him. “You know how to make a girl feel loved.”

I meant it. My pussy was on fire for his passion.

I bolted out of the car and trembled as he climbed out. My boyfriend stalked around it. He had such power to him. His eyes hungered as he stared at me. I quivered, feeling so feminine right now. My man needed to fuck me.

“Karl!” I groaned as he spun me around and shoved me tits first against the back of the strip-mall, our bodies half-hidden from sight by a dumpster. “Mmm, yes, yes, fuck me!”

“I’m going to pound you so hard,” he growled as he yanked down my jogging shorts, exposing my dripping pussy.

“Do it,” I gasped. Then I felt his cock rubbing on my exposed ass. He slid it down my cheeks, nuzzling between my thighs. “Yes, yes, fuck me!”

He speared into me.

“Yes!” I howled as his thick dick stretched my pussy to the limits

My nipples throbbed beneath my sports bra as his hard thrusts pressed me against the rough wall. I groaned, loving it, pinned against it as he pumped that squat dick in and out of my whorish cunt. My twat drank in the friction. Waves of pleasure washed through me. They bubbled through my body, making me groan.

This was so much better than masturbating. My pussy was meant to be fucked by this cock. I didn’t know it, but I waited my whole life for Karl to claim me. For him to master my cunt. He pumped his dick so hard into me, using me.

“Fuck your love slave’s cunt!” I gasped. “Oh, Karl, yes, yes, pound my naughty twat!”

“You’re so fucking tight!” he growled, pounding away, his crotch smacking into my rump. He pressed tight against me, growling in my ear. “Your cunt is melting around my dick. You love it.”

“So much!”

I moaned and screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would see us. I wanted the entire world to witness my submission to my boyfriend’s lusts. My body wiggled, my hips undulating to stir my cunt around his amazing dick.

His thrusts grew harder and harder. He pressed me against the concrete wall. Even through my sports bra, the rough texture of the wall rasped against my breasts and nipples every time he buried into me. Tingles raced through my body, ending at my cunt squeezing down on his dick.

My orgasm swelled. He was so strong, and I was helpless to resist. All I could do was fuck my hips back, and enjoy the best lover I’ve ever had. I whimpered, bucking back into him, reveling in how he used me.

“You’ll never be a cunt to me again, will you, Julie?” he growled.

“Never!” I moaned and exploded in rapture. As my orgasm rippled through me, I screamed, “I’m your fucktoy. Oh, God! Fuck me! Strip me naked! Coat me in cum! Do whatever you want to me! I love it!”

“Even if I made you stand on the street corner, and blow any disgusting, homeless man for a dollar?”

“Yes!” I moaned, picturing how humiliating that would be, a cheap streetwalker sucking filthy cocks in disgusting alleys. A one dollar hooker!

Was there anything nastier than that?

Another orgasm rippled through me. The waves of rapture slammed into my mind. Rapture drowned me. My pussy convulsed about his thick dick, drinking in the friction as he pounded my hole, filling me over and over.

“Would you let me fuck you in the ass in the middle of your father’s church?” he snarled.

“I would!” I screamed, body heaving as the orgasmic ecstasy raged through me. “I’d lifted up my Sunday dress, bend over the pew, and moan like a bitch as you buggered me! Even if my dad was watching!”

“Filthy cunt!” he growled. “That’s all you are!”

“Yes, yes!” I moaned over and over.

A powerful climax rocked my body as I imagined all the filthy, shameful acts Karl was going to make me do. He would use me. He would humiliate me. He would give me everything I craved. The more he did to me, the more I would love being his slave.

“Degrade me!” I howled, lost to the rippling orgasms crashing from one to the next, drowning my mind in euphoric bliss. “Punish me! I need it! I was such a bitch to you!”

“Now you’re my bitch!”

He slammed into me and grunted. My eyes widened as his jizz spurted into me. He filled my writhing cunt with his seed. I shuddered, loving the delight. Another orgasm burst in my cunt. My snatch milked his cock, draining out every drop of his spunk I could.

I wanted to be filled with every bit of his jizz. I wanted to feel him leaking down my thighs or soaking into my jogging shorts. I wanted people to witness my soaked crotch or the white jizz trickling down my inner thighs.

“Karl!” I whimpered as my orgasms peaked.

“Damn,” he panted, leaning against me, breathing heavily on my shoulder.

I turned my head, staring into his blue eyes. I quivered, feeling the intensity of his gaze.

“My property,” he whispered and kissed me. I melted inside.

I was glad to be his property. I savored the kiss, our lips working together, loving each other. His dick softened in my cunt and then plopped out of me. I shuddered at the first hot trickle of his spunk to work down my thigh.

“God, I always have to piss after cumming,” he groaned, after pulling out of me. “Get down on your knees.”

My heart thudded in excitement. Was he going to piss on me? How degrading. My cunt itched to cum again as I turned around and lowered myself to my knees. I stared up at his cock, my tits rising and falling in my sports bra.

“Do it,” I moaned, feeling even more depraved, even more like a dirty piece of trash. I opened my lips.

A stream of acrid, yellow liquid splashed into my face. I had to close my eyes as the piss drowned my face. It felt so warm, so filthy. I shuddered as he moved it around, covering my features in his urine. It splashed salty into my mouth, the flavor making me tremble.

I swallowed it eagerly

I poured down my face and down my neck, soaking my sports bra. The fabric stuck to my tits, molding about my lush orbs. My fingers found my cunt. I frigged my abused pussy, smearing his cum across my pussy lips, as he showered me in his piss.

I moved my head around, letting it soak into my hair and run down my back. I flowed down my spine and trickled into the crack of my ass, soaking my sports. He groaned, his stream petering out as I opened my mouth, catching the last of it.

An orgasm swelled in my snatch. I rubbed my clit hard, breathing in the ammonia scent of his urine. It filled my every breath. I convulsed, staring up at him as I gulped down the last of his urine, swallowing it with such hunger.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned as my orgasm burst inside of me. “Oh, God yes! I’m your filthy toilet! Your pee slut!”

I rubbed my cunt faster as my lips engulfed his cock. I sucked out the the last few drops of piss out as my orgasm spasmed hard through my body. I whimpered about his half-hard dick, trembling, my pee-soaked tits bouncing in my sports bra, my pussy convulsing hard.

My pussy cream and his jizz poured out of my cunt as I drank in the depraved orgasm. I moaned about his dick as the pleasure rippled through my body and boiled my mind. I trembled where I crouched, sucking in breaths through my nose.

Then my orgasm passed. My mouth popped off his dick. I panted then licked my lips, savoring the nasty flavor as one last, delightful shudder passed through me. I brought my cum-stained and pussy-smeared fingers to my lips, sucking on them.

“What a filthy whore,” he said, grinning at me. I couldn’t agree more. “Why don’t we get some breakfast?”

A hot shudder ran through me as I pulled my fingers from my mouth. “Sure.”

I couldn’t wait for the reactions when people realize I was drenched in his piss. My orgasm faded, but that itch returned to my cunt. I was a dirty whore excited for the next humiliations Karl had in store for me.

I knew I would enjoy them all.

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Sunday, July 27th, 2014—Julie Sumner

My tongue was firmly shoved up Karl’s ass when the phone rang. We were supposed to be leaving for the wedding soon. Chris, Karl’s D&D buddy, was marrying his six girlfriends today, and Karl was his best man. I was dressed in a lovely, pink dress, so low-cut my tits were about to pop out if I breathed to deeply. I was positive that was why my boyfriend chose it. I’d be wet and excited all evening anticipating the embarrassment of a wardrobe malfunction.

After just over a year of being his girlfriend and love slave, I still craved to be humiliated by him. To please him.

I worked my tongue into his tight ass, enjoying the sour, disgusting flavor. My hand, reaching around his waist, jacked off squat cock, flying up and down on his shaft. My other hand massaged his heavy balls.

Karl fished his phone out of his tux’s pocket. “Hello?” he asked, trying to sound normal as I pleasure my boyfriend. “Oh, hey, Mark.”

Mark’s commanding voice was a low buzz. I could almost make out what he was saying.

“Are you serious?” Karl asked. “Wow.”

I pumped my hand faster. Rimming him and jerking his cock while he talked with his friend proved to be so humiliating—my cunt drenched my panties. I wanted to shove my hand between my thighs and debase myself further, but they were both busy.

“Uh-huh!” he groaned.

His cock twitched in my hand. I whimpered into his asshole as his dick pulsed. He let out a soft grunt as he came. I stroked his shaft, feeling each eruption of cum spurting out of him. In moments, the last ones were just dribbles, his hot jizz running over the back of my hand.

“Sure, Mark. I’ll do it if you bind Julie, too.”

I pulled my tongue out of his filthy ass, curious about what they were talking about.

“Well then, Mark, we have a deal.” Pause. “Okay, see you at the wedding. Bye.”

Karl turned around and I looked up at him, arching an eyebrow. His softening cock dripped cum onto the floor so I licked the tip while he came down from his high. He waited to talk until I finished my chores. So I swabbed his dick’s crown with my tongue, cleaning off that lovely, salty jizz.

Once his cock was clean and without being told, I bent down and lapped up the cum that splattered on the granite tiles before our door. We couldn’t have a dirty apartment. My tongue rasped on the granite, picking up dust and spunk.

So humiliating; my cunt ached for a nice cum.

I crawled to the door, licking all the jizz I found while he watched me. I felt his eyes roaming my body. I reached the front door where more of his jizz dribbled down it. So I lapped up the white-painted wood, savoring the salty treat.

“That’s my cunt,” Karl smiled when I finished and stood up.

I smiled at him and brushed off the dust off my bare knees. I spent so much time on them I didn’t bother with stockings or long skirts.

After I straightened my skirt that had ridden up, Karl wrapped his arms around me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before asking, “How would you like to rule North Africa with me?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Mark and Mary are getting ready for the Theocracy to have a more direct control over the world,” he explained. “Fourteen districts, each administered by someone Mark or Mary trusts. He offered me North Africa.”

“Wow,” I said and gave him a quick kiss. “Sounds wonderful.” Then I giggled. “So North Africa, huh? Would that include Egypt?”

“Yes it would,” Karl answered. “Mark said, we’d rule out of Cairo.”

“Then I can’t wait for you to degrade me in the Great Pyramid,” I breathed. “Imagine the fun we could have with all those tourist around!”

Karl laughed. “God, I love you, cunt!”

I beamed at him, so glad Mark awakened the truth in my soul that Karl owned me. That I lived to please him. I had been so happy the last year even. I knew I would continue to be so long as I had my boyfriend to dominate and humiliate me.

I was his love slave forever.

The END of Julie’s Tale

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