Pauline The Slut – Part 8: Back Home

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Pauline The Slut – Part 8: Back HomeI looked around for my clothes. They were ripped and there was no way I could put them back on. I looked around for something to wear. My husband began to leave. He looked at me and said “You’ll do as you are. Let’s go and don’t cover yourself up when we go outside. Make sure everything is on display.”All the customers turned to look when we came out of the office. There were whistles and catcalls and they followed us outside to our car. As he got into the car my husband told me to turn around and shake my tits. I turned around and shook my breasts. Everyone cheered as I got into the car. We headed out of the car park and back on to the road home.After a few minutes he grabbed me by my hair, pushed me down into his lap and told me to take his cock out and suck it. I undone his trousers. He lifted his arse as I pulled his trousers and underwear down. I then took his cock into my mouth. He pushed my head all the way down forcing his cock down my throat. I gagged and struggled for breath before he moved my head up. I just had time to gasp some air before he shoved my head down again. This continued on the journey home until he started to cum. I had no choice but to swallow it all. When he’d finished he kept his cock in my mouth even when it got soft. He kept it there until we arrived home.When we got home he told me to bring in the bags and to bring him a beer. He headed straight to the study. I brought him his beer and couldn’t believe what he was doing. The security video from the shop was playing on the TV screen and he was using his computer to edit it. Zooming in on my face as I drunk the bowl of cum. He then switched to the video from his phone of me sucking Pete adding it to the shop video. “What are you doing””I’m putting together your video collection. You are going to be famous. Everyone is going to know what a dirty little slut you are. Now go to bed and let me finish this.”I lay in bed tuzla escort panicking about what he was doing. What did he mean I was going to be famous. Who was he going to show the video to. I had to put an end to this. I eventually fell asleep.I was woken suddenly when my feet where grabbed and I was pulled to the end of the bed. I was flipped on to my stomach and my legs forced apart. Then I felt my husband position his cock against my arsehole. As I tried to get free he pushed his cock into me. I screamed as he tore into my arse. He drove his cock until it was fully inbedded in my arse. He fucked me hard pumping in and out telling me how he loved fucking my arse and he should have done it years ago. He filled my arse with his cum and then threw me to the ground. “Clean it.”The smell of cum and shite filled my nostrils. I felt nauseous. My mouth remained closed. He bent down and grabbed both my nipples pinching and pulling them in different directions. I thought he was going to tear them off my breasts. As I opened my mouth to scream he shoved his cock in. He grabbed both my ears and moved my head up and down his cock. “Use your tongue slut.”I felt his semi flacid cock harden as he shoved it down my throat. He was now fucking my mouth like it was my cunt. The taste of my shite along with his cock in my throat was making me gag. He then shot his cum straight into my stomach. He let go of my ears and climbed into bed. I crawled to the bathroom and threw up.I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about what he said about the video. He had filmed me sucking Pete and he had the video of the shop. I had to get the videos and escape. But how.The next morning my husband woke and ordered me to make the breakfast. I went downstairs naked and prepared breakfast. When we finished he told me to shower and put some makeup on and be back down in 30 minutes with the bags from yesterday.When I returned he had rearranged the furniture and set two tuzla escort bayan video cameras up in the sitting room. There was a camera on the table. He told me to put on a bikini top and a pair of shorts. When I protested that I wasn’t going to let him film me and show it to people he took the riding crop out of one of the bags. He didn’t spare any part of my body. He lashed my breasts, stomach, back, arse and vagina. I screamed, begging him to stop.”You stupid slut, when are you going to learn. If you don’t obey me you can get out of my house. I’ll use your slut body however I want and with whoever I want.” He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the front door. He pushed me naked out the door. “Now you can fuck off and live somewhere else.”I had nothing. I was naked with no money. I fell to my knees.”Please, don’t do this. I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your slut” I cried. He shut the door. I looked around. While we lived in a secluded area I was scared someone would see me. I banged on the door sobbing. After a few minutes the door opened. He stood there with his phone in one hand and the riding crop in the other.”Are you still here slut.””Please let me in. I’ve nowhere to go.””You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me. Now get off my property.” He raised the riding crop to whip me.”No don’t. I’m sorry. I beg you. I’ll do anything you want just let me back in.””You promised to obey me before and you haven’t. You had your chance. Now fuck off.””I will, I will. I’ll do whatever you say. I won’t disobey you again.” A cruel smile came across his face.”You’ll do whatever I want.””Yes, whatever you want.””On your knees slut. If you want to get back in you’re going to promise to do everything I want and I’m going to record it on my phone. If you disobey me again I will send it to your parents, your sister and everyone else who knows you.” My mind was totally confused. I had to get back into escort tuzla the house but he wanted to video me promising to be his slut. I’d do it and plan an escape later. I got down on my knees.”Now look in to the lens and say “I’m Pauline and I’m a slut. I want to be used as a three hole fuck toy by my husband and anyone he gives me to. I’m his obedient submissive slut.” If you don’t say it like you mean it I’m going inside, locking the door and calling some security guards to throw you out on the road.””I’ll do it.” I looked at the lens on his phone and said it. He smiled. “Next time you don’t do what I want that gets sent to everyone who knows you including the k**s. He wouldn’t show that to the k**s, would he. So much had changed in the past week I didn’t know what he would do.He then unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. “Open wide.” I got ready to suck him when suddenly he started to urinate in my mouth. I closed my mouth and tried to cover my face with my hands. He pushed me over with his foot and I lost my balance. I put out my hands to stop me falling. He pissed in my face and all over my body. I was drenched all over. When he finished he took a few photos of me.”Now you might understand what your future is. I get to use you however I want. I’ll have you fucking men and women and you’ll do it or this video goes to everyone. Now we can’t have you go into my house like that. Get on your hands and knees and follow me around the back of the house.”I walked on all fours around to the back. He went over to the hose and turned on the water. The force of the freezing water stung my body. He walked all around me hosing me down. He then told me to lie on my back and lift my legs up and spread them apart. He then directed the hose directly at my cunt. He laughed when I screamed from the blast of the water. When he’d finished he went inside and threw me out a towel. “When you’re dry knock on the door.”I dried myself and knocked on the door. He looked up from his chair but did not move. I was shivering but he didn’t care. Eventually he let me in. “Now go upstairs fix your hair and makeup and be back down here in 15 minutes. We have some photos to take.”

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