Pauline The Slut – Part 7: The Trip Home

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Pauline The Slut – Part 7: The Trip HomeOn the way home we pulled in to a roadside cafe. My husband went to the boot of the car and I followed. He took out a dog collar with the word “SLUT” written on it. “Please, don’t.” He fastened it around my neck. We went into the cafe. There were 6 customers, all male, a waitress and a bar tender. I started to head for a booth but my husband insisted that we sit up at the bar. I struggled with my skirt to cover my behind on the high stool. “Leave it alone, let everyone have a good look at your arse slut.” I sat down feeling so ashamed. The waitress gave me a disgusting look when she came over. “I’ll have the peppered steak and the slut will have the chicken.” he told her. When we finished our food the bar tender came over and started chatting with my husband. He was looking at the collar. “That’s interesting.” My husband turned to me “What are you.” he asked. I looked at him for mercy. He looked threateningly at me.”I’m Pauline and I’m a slut.””Nice to meet you, Pauline bahis şirketleri the slut. What brings you here.” My husband then told him about our shopping trip describing everything that happened at the adult store in great detail. I was completely mortified. The bar tender was rubbing his penis through his trousers as he listened about me drinking the bowl of cum. I was completely embarrassed and humiliated.When my husband finished he said to the bar tender. “I think she needs another drink” It took a few seconds before I realised what he meant. I looked at him horrified. “Let’s go into the office.” the bar tender suggested. The bar tender, whose name was Pete, led the way. My husband pushed me towards the office. Once inside Pete undone his trousers dropped them to the floor followed by his underwear. He stroked his cock until it was fully erect. “OK” said my husband “Get down on your knees and suck his cock.””No way. That’s not going to happen. I’m not sucking him.” I yelled. “Get your belt” my bahis firmaları husband said to Pete as he removed his own belt from his trousers. I tried to get to the door but my husband grabbed my hair. He dragged me over to the desk and and threw me face down across it. He ripped the skirt off me and started to whip my arse. Pete joined him. I screamed as they whipped me mercilessly across my back, arse and upper legs. They could hear me outside because the waitress came in to see what was happening. I thought she was going to help me but instead she took the belt off my husband and whipped me as well. My husband used the opportunity to turn me over, face upend tearing the tank top off me. They resumed their whipping across my breasts and stomach. My body was one big ball of stinging pain. My breasts began to turn purple from the continuous beating.”No more, please.” I begged, unable to take anymore. “Get down and suck”I knelt down in front of Pete and took his cock in my mouth. I couldn’t believe I kaçak bahis siteleri was sucking another man’s cock just a week after I’d sucked my husbands for the first time. The waitress grabbed my head and pushed me all the way down on his cock, then forced my head up and down in rhythm with Pete’s thrusts. I glimpsed something out of the corner of my eye. My husband moved in front of me with his phone filming us. I tried to get away from the phone but the waitress held my head in place. “Keep sucking you stupid slut” she said “You’re going to be a porn star.” She knelt down behind me talking to me all the time.”That’s a good slut. Suck it really good. Now look at the phone like a fucking porn star.” When I didn’t look into the phone she twisted my nipple with her free hand until I obeyed. After awhile she let go my head. I knew not to stop and continued sucking on Pete’s cock. He soon started to cum in my mouth and I swallowed it all.He took his cock out of my mouth and whipped my face with it. My husband filmed it all. When Pete started to put his clothes on my husband filmed a close up of my face. “Look straight into the lens. What are you.” he asked as he continued to film. Defeated, looking into the lens I said “I’m Pauline and I’m a slut.”

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