...to Sir, with lust. @amiyourgoodgirl - Tumblr Blog

I want to go to a big party in a cute tiny dress, my little butt and pussy teasing every time I bend over even just a little 💕 I’ll hang all over guys and make out with girls on their laps as a group of boys start to whisper. One of them hands me a drink with a roofie in it and guides me to his lap until I finish the drink. I start feeling really drunk and he leads me up stairs, winking at his group of friends.

He leads me into a bedroom and I fall on the bed, no longer able to keep my eyes open. Before he can get my clothes off his friends are coming in the room too, there has to be at least fifteen of them. They rip off my clothes and begin to take off their own, half of them pull out their phones to film it all. Then the first boy steps up and rubs the head of his penis on my soft pussy, making it wet. He slips in and I whimper unconsciously. He pushes his dick deeper and deeper with eat stroke until he finally bottoms out, now going as hard and fast as he can, he cums but doesn’t stop and it starts to leak out as he fucks it as deep as he can into me. “I’ve got it deep in there boys you better have good swimmers!” He shouts to the other boys and laughs as he pulls his limp dick out of me and cum oozes out.

I can feel my body bouncing as my eyes start to open, I have no idea how long as passed but I start to become aware of how big the dick is that’s inside of me, as I start to look around the room I catch a glimpse of my stomach, where I can see the mans dick bulging from my stomach with each deep stoke. “She’s starting to wake up” “should we knock her out again?” “No, not until I’m finished, I like when they squirm and I want to hear her scream as I make her milk my cock!” Replied the one inside of me. I tried to struggle but his dick only got harder and he only fucked me deeper until I finally came on his cock, milking every last drop out. He continues to fuck me until he blows another load in me, not spilling a drop of cum when he pulled out.

As the next guy pushes his dick into my sore pussy I notice how many people have cameras and then I notice a chalkboard with what looks like fifty or so tally marks on it, I feel his cock spasm and feel his thick ropes his my cervix, after he pulls out I watch him walk over to the board and add a tally. That’s how many loads of cum I’ve had in me?!? No!! I’m not on birth control! I’ll get pregnant for sure! I start to protest aloud, they knock me out again.

When I come to, Im in a different position and feel more full than before. It’s then I realize I have two cocks in me! Gazing around in horror I see even more men in the room now, many still filming, I try to catch a glimpse of the chalk board, it’s almost completely full of tally marks…I hear someone say“make her take another one” and feel a second cock push painfully into my pussy. “This whores pussy is going to be so wrecked” was the last thing I heard before I pasted for yet again.

This time when I woke up I didn’t feel any cocks in me. Feeling very hazy I blink around the room, no one is there, the tally’s from the chalk board have been erased and replaced with a big 250 circled and underlined. As I looked down at my body I see I looks 3 months pregnant, could it be form allcthe cum they filled me up with?! they’ve also written “cum dump” “whore” “slut” and all sorts of other things all over me, I rhen notice I’m in a pool of cum. I put my hand down to my sore pussy and feel how much cum is still leaking out of it. I miss the feeling of being stuffed full of cocks so much I think as I start rubbing my soaking pussy. I spend the rest of the day rubbing my pussy and putting different thing in there to see how much they stretch out my cum dump of a pussy (biggest thing was a wine bottle btw!) now I spend my time going to parties waiting for this to happen again.

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This was her first time being left home alone in his house after he claimed her and made her his property. He had taken some time off to train her to begin with, but this was the day that he would first leave her on her own to do her choirs and be ready with everything before he gets home. He had been curious all day about how she would do, but he had decided that he would not check on her. He would find out when he got home.

When he got home his favourite music was playing at a low volume, and his dinner was on the table. There was still steam coming off the food, so it must have just been put on the table along with a glass of his favourite beer. He sat down and enjoyed his meal that was cooked just the way he liked it. He took his time and enjoyed the meal and his beer. This whole time he didn’t hear any movement anywhere in the house. So far so good. He got up from his chair. He left the dishes for her to take care of later. He walked towards the stairs and walked up. Still not a sound other than the faint music and the creaking of the stairs as he walked up. He walked slowly towards the bedroom. When he looked in, there she was, on her knees at the end of the bed, exactly where he had told her to be. More beautiful to him now than when he had left this morning, because now he knew. He knew she was his, and she had learned everything he had taught her in the short amount of time they had had together. There was still a lot to learn for her, but this showed that she was ready for this. She was devoted to him and to becoming his perfect property. He walked up behind her, put his hand on her head and stroked her beautiful dark hair. She was a keeper.

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The time that had passed from when he had first chosen to train me to be the perfect piece of property, up until now, had only been a short period, but within that short space of time I was able to learn so much from him, about what it meant to be property, what it meant to be

Daddy’s property, how to act and serve, and so on. The initial training period allowed me to spend a lot of time with Daddy, with him being home all the time it gave me the best opportunity that I could have hoped for to understand and learn his rules and expectations. But the transition of going from being in the constant presence of Daddy; having his guidance available whenever I, or he felt I needed it, the constant observation and correction, of what I was doing and how I was doing it, seemed to be a very comforting thought now. Even though the correction of mistakes could be, and mostly were, painful and undesirable, I am now very thankful for them, and the time that Daddy put aside to implement them, as they have allowed me to understand, learn and grow into the position of becoming a piece of property that Daddy can be proud to own. Although it is still early within the whole training process, I am still faced with an overwhelming desire to do anything that I can to please Daddy. Which leads me to believe why I feel a nervous and unpleasant churn in the pit of my stomach alongside the fidgeting of my fingers, that are rested neatly in my lap for Daddy’s arrival. I kneel, hoping that what I have done today, my first day, alone in Daddy’s house, is sufficient. Whilst waiting for him, naked and on my knees at the foot of his bed, just like instructed, my mind goes through all the tasks that I should have completed, hoping that my first day alone, was spent showing him the time that he has put into me, was not wasted, but instead, put to good use and had started to create something that he could be proud of. As the door opened and footsteps slowly walked inside I took a deep breath, knowing that my efforts were being evaluated. From then on my body remained still, as my mind worked overtime trying to think where you were within your meal, if you would have even deemed it satisfactory enough to eat. The time that had past from hearing the door, to the footsteps now coming up the stairs felt like lifetimes apart. But with my fate slowly walking towards me, time became irreverent and my only focus was on looking presentable. With a final arch of my back and a deep breath I waited. The gentle touch on my head followed by a gentle stroke, allowed a sense of relief to wash over my body, feeling happy and relived to have been able to satisfy you and please you. I smile to myself, still looking ahead of me, still in anticipation of what is to become of the rest of the evening.