Alexis Chapter 2

We're both breathing heavily as my orgasm subsides. He pulls his fingers from my hole and stands up, muttering something to himself about how much of a slut I am. I really do feel like a slut too. A part of me feels a little bit guilty, but I quickly dismiss it and remind myself of how much I love my new lifestyle.

"Where's your shower?" Mr. Hughes asks.

In the shower, we wash ourselves off, and I end up sucking Mr. Hughes off again, letting him cum in my mouth. I, of course, diligently swallow his load, savoring the taste in my mouth before letting it slowly slide down my throat.

Mr. Hughes gets dressed without saying a word. I'm standing in my living room in only a towel as he laces up his shoes. Both of us are silent.

Without even looking at me, he stands up and walks out the front door, closing it softly behind him.

I change into a silk red cami and a matching thong and fall asleep playing with my asshole, admiring how adjusted it's becoming to a cock fucking it. I spend the rest of the weekend in the house, dressing up for a good part of the time whenever my sister's gone at her friend's. I fuck myself with my dildo at least six times a day, and I spend most of my time watching porn and fucking around on my webcam for dirty old men halfway across the world...