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Vivian

The room was light when I opened my eyes, but it felt like there was something in my throat. I tried to cough, then realized it was Jeff’s cock as he straddled my face. His hand fisted my hair as he guided my mouth up and down his shaft.

“Good morning, whore.” He thrust so his balls rested on my chin. “I wanted you to start your day right.” He lightly slapped my cheek with his free hand. “Open wide.”

I did as he commanded and opened my mouth wider while relaxing my throat to allow him to slide his cock deeper inside.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he moaned as he started to increase the tempo, and I made gagging noises around the shaft. “Choke on that dick. Yeah. Just like that.”

My eyes watered as his cock easily glided in and out of my mouth from how much spit I’d produced.

He grunted, and I could taste his salty precum. Then he pulled out, aiming at my face as he jerked himself off until he started to spurt, and glazed me from forehead to chin.

The corner of his mouth turned up as he looked down at me, then smeared the warm goo around my skin with the tip of his cock.

“Clean it.”

I did the best I could from the angle I was lying. Finally, he pulled out and rolled off the bed.

“Get cleaned up. I’m making breakfast.”

I went to the bathroom and did exactly as he instructed.

Now I sat on the cool marble island in the kitchen with my legs spread wide, just like he’d ordered when I came downstairs, as he flipped omelets at the stove.

My nipples were stiff under his white t-shirt from the air conditioning.

The collar jingled around my neck whenever I moved. A quiet reminder of my place here.

He hadn’t said a word to me since pointing at the counter and saying, “Spread your legs. I want to see your hole.”

He slid two omelets on two plates, then set them on the counter so he could run his finger down my slit, chuckling slightly as he did.

“Look how wet you are. You like being my whore.” He pulled his hand away and picked up the plates. “Come sit.”

I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been that. I moved off the counter and padded to the table before he changed his mind, sitting in the chair he pulled out for me. We ate in silence. I didn’t know if I was allowed to speak.

“How old are you?” he asked after a few minutes.

“Twenty-three.”

“College?”

“I try to take a few courses a year. It’s all I can afford, but it’s still progress forward, I guess.”

He nodded and kept eating. Nothing about work or what I was majoring in. Just superficial small talk, like the strangers we were.

When I stood to gather the plates, he stopped me.

“Leave it.”

“Oh, okay. Are you sure? I’m happy to help clean up.”

He stood and circled behind me with his hand sliding up my neck. Squeezing lightly, he murmured in my ear, “No, I’ve got something else in mind for you.”

****

Jeff

“Up on the island.”

She obeyed, climbing onto the marble surface and parting her legs without instruction. She knew better now.

I stepped back to admire the view. She was naked under one of my white t-shirts, with the overhead lights reflecting off the silver ring of her collar. The sight of her spread open, while knowing I could do anything I wanted to her, made my cock twitch.

I opened the fridge and grabbed a chilled Pellegrino bottle. Condensation coated the glass. Perfect.

Stepping back between her legs, I ran the bottle along her inner thigh and watched her shiver.

“I think this is much better than doing dishes, don’t you?”

She nodded once, eyes uncertain but locked on mine.

I untwisted the cap and poured some of the contents down her seam. She gasped and flinched from the cold, fizzing water, but otherwise kept her legs spread.

Good girl.

Dumping the rest of the contents down the sink, I then dragged the bottle’s neck between her folds. She tilted her hips forward in invitation, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Such a greedy whore.”

I pressed the bottle inside her, and she arched her back with her hands braced against the edge of the counter.

My hand flexed around the glass as I eased it in another inch, then another, all the while watching her squirm.

“Still so damn tight,” I said, mostly to myself. “And wet. You like being used, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. We both knew it was true.

I twisted the bottle slowly, grinding it against her slick walls, then withdrew it halfway out before pressing it back in again. Her breath hitched and a shiver ran through her.

I smirked as I pumped it harder.

“You like being fucked by a bottle, don’t you?”

She gasped, “No,” but then let out a low moan.

She didn’t want to like being fucked by the makeshift glass dildo, but her juices on the green glass said otherwise.

If I made her come, there’d be no way she could deny it.

With a devilish grin, I rubbed her clit with one hand as I worked the water bottle in and out of her. She let out a tiny moan while her pussy greedily gripped it.

“That’s it, whore. Take that bottle in your cunt.”

I doubled down on my ministrations on her clit and chuckled with evil glee when her body went so tight, I could have let go of the bottle and she would have held it in place.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you slut? You’re going to come while you’re getting fucked with a bottle because you’re a filthy girl.”

She protested, but her body didn’t agree.

“No!”

“Yeah, you are. You’re going to come like a dirty whore.” I rubbed her clit faster and demanded, “Say it. Say, ‘I’m a dirty whore’.”

Suddenly, her tight body convulsed as the orgasm racked through her, and she screamed out, “I’mmm a dirrrrrty whorrrre.”

Yeah, you are.

Satisfaction rolled off me in waves as I continued pumping in and out of her until she locked her knees together.

I pulled the bottle from her pussy and put it to her lips. “Drink up,” even though I knew it was empty.

Still, she lifted her head and opened her mouth in case there was something left.

“That’s a good toy.”

And she was. My perfect, ruined toy.