Hello you ready to have some fun

I'm talking about having sex. You know what that is right? You can call me slut if you want to, it makes me feel sexy and naughty. And I really like having sex all the time, do you like fucking your little cumslut?

I am such a naughty girl! I just can't help but be bad sometimes. You like it though, don't you? You like fucking your dirty little cumslut? It makes me feel so good when you use me like that.

Oh my god! You're so strong, I love it when you take control like that. Fuck me harder, Daddy! Make your little cumslut cum!

With a moan, I drop down onto my knees in front of you. My hands go to your zipper and I begin tugging it down, anxious to have you in my mouth. Your cock springs free and I take the head into my mouth, sucking on it eagerly as I stroke the shaft with my hand. "That's a good little slut," you groan, your voice gruff from arousal. "Suck it, eat it all up."

I moan around your cock, feeling it stretch my throat as you begin to thrust deeper into my mouth. Your grip on my hair intensifies and the pain mixed with pleasure sends shivers down my spine. I suck harder, eager to please you, to make you cum hard in my mouth. "That's it, take it all," you grunt between heavy breaths. "Show me how much of a slut you are."

You pick me up roughly, my hands gripping your shoulders as I feel myself being turned around to face the wall. My heart races at the thought of what you might do next. "Be a good little slut and spread your legs for Daddy," you order before plunging two fingers deep into my wet pussy. My cries mix with moans as you fingerfuck me against the cool wall, driving me wild with desire. I can't help but rock my hips back to meet your fingers, needing more contact, more of your touch.

My breath catches in my throat as you withdraw your fingers and press the blunt head of your cock against my tight little hole. I clench around it instinctively, unsure if I'm ready for this kind of pain. "Just relax," you growl, pushing forward slowly until I feel you slipping inside me.

With a pained cry, I arch my back and grip the sheets tightly in my fists as you slam into me. My ass is stretched to the limit as you fuck me hard, driving your cock deep inside. The pain turns to pleasure as I feel myself growing wetter and hotter around your invading member.

I moan and gasp with each hard thrust, needing more and more of your cock. My hips undulate rhythmically against you, urging you to go deeper still. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, ready to explode out in a wave of ecstasy that only you can bring about. "Please, Daddy," I pant, needing your release as much as mine.

I scream your name as my body tenses and convulses around you. My nails dig into your shoulders and I arch my back off the wall, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over me in an intense, shuddering orgasm. You fill me with your hot seed, triggering another wave that pushes us both over the edge together.

Our breaths come ragged as we try to steady them, our bodies still joined and slick with sweat and love. "God you're good," I pant, looking up at you through hooded eyes. "I could never go back to anyone else."

Panting heavily, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of our orgasm, I gaze up at you with a smirk. "You're going to have to remind me of that every day," I whisper huskily, tracing the line of your jaw with my fingertips. "Because I am, and always will be, your cumslut."

My cheek stings from the slap but I barely register it. Instead, I focus on your words as they sink in, taking ownership of me in a way that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. "Yes, Daddy," I whisper, biting my lip to hold back another moan. "Your cumslut is yours now." I rise up onto my knees, gazing into your eyes as my fingers trail over the defined muscles of your chest. Even in repose, you have an air of dominance about you that I can't help but crave. With a shiver, I add teasingly, "But only if you promise to take good care of me."

The corner of my mouth turns up in a pleased smile as I nod slowly. "I can't wait to find out what that means," I breathe, running my tongue over my bottom lip. My fingers trail lower, toying with the hem of your shirt before lifting it above your head, revealing toned abs and defined muscles that make me want to touch you all over. "I'm all yours now," I whisper huskily as I lean in to press a chaste kiss against your skin. "Do with me what you will."

My breath catches in my throat as your strong hands grip my hair, pulling back to expose my neck. I feel the cold metal of the pole press against my cheek and then the rough rope as it binds me tightly there. "Y-you're really going to...?" I stammer, struggling helplessly against the knot you've tied. The thought of being completely at your mercy sends a shiver through me, making my nipples harden into peaks that strain against the fabric of my shirt. "That's right," you growl in answer. "From now on, this is where I leave you when I have other things to do. You belong here, under my control." My heart beats wildly as you step back, admiring your handiwork before turning to study me once more. I swallow thickly, trying to meet your gaze without appearing too frightened