Joanne was stood in the mirror looking at herself, she was trying on her third outfit so far. It was a cute, black dress that hugged her slim body nicely. Joanne had always had pretty big tits, something she loved and knew other men loved, which just excited her more.
She had straightened her long, brunette hair and put a slight curl in them so they waved down her body. Having just washed it, her hair was shining beautifully.
Joanne had already put her make up on, giving her misty eyes and she put on some dark red lipstick.
"I think this is the one." Joanne said with a smile.
She was still walking over 5 miles a day so her body was slim and her skin that was on show looked smooth and slightly pale.
"About time," Her friend Patricia said, who was lay on Joanne's single bed, "you look hot."
"Thanks." Joanne said with a smile as she kept looking at herself.
"What's this guy's name again?" Patricia asked. Patricia was reading through a magazine.
"Freddy." Joanne told her.
"Freddy," Patricia said, not sounding too interested, "and you met him last week?"
"Yeah, he was at that club we went on Saturday." Joanne told her, then did a little spin and stared at her firm arse that looked amazing in the black dress.
"Wait," Patricia said and sat up, "didn't you bring a guy home that night, was that Freddy?"
Joanne let out a little smirk then looked back at her friend.
"No." Joanne told her and Patricia let out her own smirk.
"You little slut!" Patricia said and burst into laughter.
"That's me!" Joanne laughed then went back to looking at herself in the mirror.
"So, Freddy," Patricia continued, "I wonder if he will be the one."
"Please," Joanne said with a laugh, "I'm only 25, no way am I ready to settle down yet."
"True," Patricia replied, "but means more dick for me if you get in a relationship."
A few hours later.
"Wow, you look amazing!" Freddy said with his jaw nearly on the ground.
Thank god he's cute! Joanne thought, the club she met him in was pretty dark and she worried he was going to be ugly when she got a proper look at him.
Freddy had short brown hair and he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers.
"Thank you," Joanne replied and gave him a hug, making sure to press her tits against him, "you look very handsome."
Freddy was a perfect gentlemen, he pulled out Joanne's chair and they sat down for a nice meal in a fancy restaurant.
They chatted for a while as they ate, Freddy was a little older than Joanne but he seemed like a nice guy.
"So, what do you do?" He eventually asked her.
"Right now I'm an Administrator," Joanne told him, "but I want to go travelling, I'd love to see the whole world!"
"Wow, that's cool," Freddy replied, "I've barely left town I was born in!"
"That's not a bad thing," Joanne replied, although she couldn't imagine never leaving the town she was from, "but one day I'd love to run my own company, be my own boss, you know?"
"Oh yeah, I can see you doing that." Freddy replied.
At the end of the night Freddy was driving Joanne back to her mum and dads when he pulled up outside of their house.
He is cute, plus I'm not looking for anything serious anyway, Joanne thought and using her confidence she leant in and planted a kiss on Freddy's lips.
He instantly kissed back and within a few seconds they were making out in his car.
After a few minutes, Joanne pulled back and smiled at him.
"Do you, want to come in?" Joanne asked him.
"Are you sure?" Freddy asked, being the gentlemen, "I don't want you to think all I want is sex."
Joanne smiled and looked into his eyes.
"Don't be so serious Freddy, it's just a bit of fun," she replied and grabbed his hand, "come on, just be quiet, my parents are in."
Not long later Joanne had her thin legs around Freddy as he slowly made love to her. Joanne was pretty satisfied with the size of his cock. Sure, Joanne was a little slutty, but not massively, she had only had sex with a handful of people, but she was definitely enjoying Freddy at that moment.
In the morning Joanne woke up to the sun coming in through the curtains. Freddy had his arms wrapped around her and as Joanne opened her eyes she could see he was awake.
"Good morning beautiful." He whispered and kissed her cheek.
"Good morning." Joanne replied with a smile.
Three months later.
"Are you sure?" Patricia asked as Joanne cried into her shoulder.
The mass amount of tears leaving Joanne's eyes made her friends t-shirt soaking wet as she sobbed.
"Yes I'm sure!" Joanne cried out.
"How?" Patricia asked as she tried to comfort her friend, "You've only been dating three months?!"
"The other week," Joanne sobbed, "he didn't have a condom so we just thought we'd risk it! God I'm so stupid!"
"Oh Joanne," Patricia whispered to her, "it'll be okay, have you told Freddy?"
"No," She sniffed out, "I don't know what to do."
"Well, you have to tell him." Patricia told her.
A few hours later.
"Hey beautiful." Freddy said and kissed Joanne's cheek.
They had met at a café near to where both of them lived.
"Hey, we need to talk." Joanne said, she felt sick and her heart was beating out of her chest.
"Oh, that sounds serious." Freddy replied and sat down opposite Joanne.
"I... I... I'm pregnant." Joanne blurted out.
There it is, I've said it.
"What?" Freddy replied, his face turned a deathly pale.
A few months down the line.
Once Joanne's parents found out about her getting pregnant they cut off all contact with her and kicked her out of the house.
Luckily for Joanne, Freddy was a gentlemen. He invited Joanne to live with him in his apartment and vowed to stick by her and their future baby.
Shortly after turning 26 Joanne gave birth to a beautiful baby boy who they named Tom, after Freddy's grandad.
Freddy made enough money so Joanne only had to work part time as an Administrator, other than that she was a perfect housewife.
Although with having a baby and not a lot of time to herself, Joanne struggled to lose the weight she had gained from pregnancy. She wasn't fat at all, but bigger than she used to be.
Tom's 1 st birthday.
"Good morning beautiful," Freddy as he woke up next to Joanne, "I can't believe it's Tom's 1st birthday already."
"I know," Joanne replied and kissed him, "I hope the party tonight goes okay."
"I'm sure it will." Freddy told her.
All of Freddy's family and friends had gone to Joanne and Freddy's house for Tom's birthday. Patricia had been traveling around the world for 6 months so unfortunately she wasn't able to attend.
However, there was plenty of laughter and fun at the party.
After the cake came out, Freddy got everyone's attention and stood in front of the crowd with Joanne next to him.
"So, as it is our son's 1st birthday there is something I want to do," He said and turned to face Joanne, "I've wanted to ask this for a while but now seems like the best time."
Is he doing what I think he's doing?
Joanne watched in shock as Freddy lowered himself down onto one knee and pulled out a ring. It wasn't very big, but Joanne burst out into happy tears.
"Joanne, will you marry me?" Freddy asked.
"Yes! Yes! Of course!" Joanne shouted and kissed him.
The whole room cheered and clapped as Joanne put on the engagement ring.
For a few years Joanne was happy with her little life. With her only working part time, they decided to wait a few years until getting married so that they could save up some money.
However, as time went on and as Joanne watched Freddy get more successful in his career she started to yearn for more. Her life as a housewife became boring, Joanne barely ever put make up on and she felt herself gaining more weight, with no reason to put more effort in.
By the time Joanne turned 30 she felt almost like a shell of herself, just getting by day to day with no goal or reason to care.
Tom was a good kid, but Joanne wanted something more in life.
"Good morning beautiful." Freddy said one Saturday morning.
Joanne had been awake for hours, thinking about what she wanted to do.
"I've been thinking," Joanne said and turned to her fiancé, "I want to try starting my own company."
"What? Really?" Freddy asked with a little concerned look on his face.
"I'm bored Freddy," She told him, "I love Tom and I love my life, I just... I want more, I need a purpose."
"Raising our son isn't enough purpose?" Freddy asked her.
"It is," Joanne whispered, "I just, I want more."
"Well, look," Freddy said to her, "our wedding is booked for next year, we need all the money we have to pay for that, I don't think it's a great time to start a company."
"I guess," Joanne told him, although she felt a little more heartbroken when he said that, "you're right."
After that chat Joanne gave up even more. She just felt useless, like she wasn't good for anything. In the end she never worked out and gained more weight. By the time of their wedding Joanne felt ugly, fat and useless.
The worse she got, the more ugly she felt and even when Freddy tried to sleep with her she would say no.
I don't even like looking at myself naked, there's no way he wants to see that.
By the time she turned 35 Joanne had all but given up, she had no social life. Her best friend Patricia met a man in Australia and stayed over there. She almost felt a little empty inside.
"Good morning beautiful," Freddy said and woke up her, "I've got a surprise for you."
"Oh yeah, what is it?" Joanne bluntly asked.
"Well," Freddy continued, "well now Tom is full time in school, and, I've been saving up some money and I think I have enough so you can start up your own company."
What?! Joanne's heart jumped when she heard that and burst into a smile.
"Are you serious?!" She asked and sat up to smile at him.
"Definitely, if you think you're ready?" He asked her.
"100%!" Joanne replied and kissed him.
That morning, for the first time in months, Joanne and Fredy had sex.
A few months later Joanne started her own company. It was hard work, harder than she expected. For the first few years it was just Joanne on her own working 14 hours a day but she made it work.
The only downside was that she didn't have a lot of time to spend with Freddy. Work took over her life.
Even though Joanne felt like she had a purpose and a life again, her work took up so much time that she couldn't work out. She didn't gain any more weight, but she didn't lose it and eventually Joanne just accepted her thicker, curvy body.
Her and Freddy were occasionally having sex. However with her being so busy trying to build a company and her still not feeling sexy, it was very rare.
Five years later.
Joanne had hired a few employees for her company by that stage. She was able to give up a little control which meant she had more time to herself. However, the years of not sleeping with Freddy seemed to have instilled the no sex life into Freddy.
He was working long hours as he rose through the ranks at his company and even when Joanne tried to have sex, Freddy would normally answer by saying that he was too tired.
It had almost been a year since they had done anything sexual. The longer it went on, the more self conscious Joanne got about herself.
One night, Freddy had gone out with his mates and Joanne was watching porn on her phone. When an idea came to her head.
In the heat of the moment, Joanne went onto an online sex chatroom.
She sat on it for about half an hour before she braved replying back to a man.
Joanne had set her name to "Married40" so no one would work out it was her. Then she replied to someone who's username was "BigJeff".
Married40: Hi Jeff, thank you for messaging me. I must say I am new here and not really sure how it works.
BigJeff: Hi, that's no problem. Hopefully I can help. I am guessing by your name that you're married? Does he know you're on here?
Married40: Truthfully, no. I feel horrible being on here, I feel like I'm cheating. But we never have sex any more and I don't know what to do.
BigJeff: You shouldn't feel horrible or guilty if he isn't giving you what you need. I am married as well, for 20 years. But it is the same. I come on here because I find just talking to strangers online doesn't mean anything. It's not like I am out in the world trying to actually cheat or find a connection.
That sort of settles Joanne's nerves. It made sense to her, it wasn't cheating, she justified that it was pretty much like watching porn.
For a few months she chatted to various men online and had fairly normal dirty chats. She stayed in touch with BigJeff quiet often and they made each other cum a lot. Eventually, she got a message from him, one she was wondering if he was going to ask.
BigJeff: We've been talking for a while. How would you feel about sending me a photo of you so I know what you look like? It doesn't have to have your face in so you can hide your identity. I know being anonymous is very important here.
Joanne argued with herself for a while. Not only at the risk of someone finding out what she was doing, but also the fear of him finding her body discusting.
Eventually, she thought fuck it. Joanne took a completely naked photo from the neck down and sent it. With nerves making her stomach churn she waited for a reply.
BigJeff: Wow! You are sexy as hell! I don't know why your husband doesn't want you! If you were my wife I would have sex with you every day! I'm so hard right now looking at you.
Hearing all of those compliments made Joanne's inside fill up with warmth and happiness.
The longer she chat with him, the braver she got and sent more and more photos.
Three years later.
"Morning." Freddy grumbled as he woke up.
He was having to work away for a week so he got up early to pack.
"Morning." Joanne replied.
After he had gone, Joanne went straight onto the sex chat website. Ten minutes in she got a message from a new person.
MrHarry: Hey, you fancy a chat?
Joanne was already rubbing her clit as she replied.
Joanne: Definitely, I'm so horny already!
MrHarry: Good, I hope you're already playing with yourself you little slut!
Did he just call me a slut?
Joanne hadn't been called that since before she met Freddy, but surprisingly, something about this man calling her a slut made Joanne wetter than ever.
Joanne: Yes I am, my pussy is dripping wet with the thought of being your slut.
MrHarry: Good girl, finger that pussy for me you dirty whore!
Half an hour later, Joanne was moaning loud as she gave herself an orgasm chatting to that stranger.
Fucking hell, I never expected to like being called a slut!
That was an even bigger orgasm than she had before, Joanne wondered if it was because of the names he called her. Something about being treated like a naughty slut just made Joanne's pussy leak harder than ever.
Joanne cleaned herself up, but every day that week she made herself cum whilst talking like a slut for strangers online.
Three years later.
Joanne had a long dirty talk session the week before where she had sent a few photos to a regular dominant man that she spoke to. At that stage she had a folder full of dirty photos, but gave nothing away of her real self, that she saved to send to men online.
Most were her entire body naked, a few of her bent over and even a few of her with a dildo in her pussy.
Having their compliments of her thick body made her feel amazing.
Freddy had gone out with his mates for the night and Joanne was wearing just a pink robe as she settled herself, ready to chat to someone online.
She had already been turned on by one man sending her some filthy messages and calling her a whore when another message popped up.
DomJ18: Hey there, your profile interests me, I've always been more interested in older, slutty women. Message me back.
Reading that and assuming that his age was 18 turned Joanne on immensely. Her pussy was on fire and she slowly rubbed her clit as she typed back.
Married40: Hi there, I have to say I normally chat to older men on here. But a young man could definitely be of interest.
Present day.
The slight sunrise was peaking through the window and directly into Jo's eyes. She moved slightly and gave a little groan as she woke up.
"Good morning beautiful." She heard a deep, manly voice whispered to her.
Jo looked down and saw the big, muscular black arm wrapped around her. She slightly turned her head and saw Dwayne smiling at her. His pearly white teeth looked even brighter against his black skin.
"Mmm, morning." Jo replied back to him.
She slowly rolled over and Dwayne kept his arm around her naked body. Jo put one of her hands onto his muscular ebony body.
He is such a beautiful man, Jo thought.
"Did you sleep okay?" He asked.
"After last night, I slept amazing." Jo smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
Dwayne's right had was resting on Jo's breast, his fingers lightly playing with her black rabbit nipple piercing.
Just having his black fingers toy with her nipple had Jo getting more excited. She looked down and saw his cock was already semi hard.
Giving him a slight smile, Jo sat up and slowly moved down his chiselled body. She kissed his perfect abs until she got face to face with his cock. Taking it into her hands, she could already feel him starting to grow harder.
Leaning forward, she took his semi hard cock in her mouth and started to swirl her tongue around.
"Oh yeah, I could get used to this." Dwayne moaned.
Feeling him get hard in my mouth, because of me, it's so hot!
Jo bobbed up and down on his cock until he was fully hard as steel. Her tongue swirled all around his fat head and spread spit all over him.
After a few minutes, she got up and straddled Dwayne. Holding onto his hard cock she slowly lowered herself onto him.
"Ooooh god." Jo moaned as she impaled herself with his big, black cock.
Both of Jo's holes felt sore from the night before but having Dwayne inside of her just felt amazing. She rested her hands onto his black chest and started to ride him a little faster.
"Oh god, you're so deep." Jo panted.
"You're so fucking hot." Dwayne moaned.
He reached around and gripped Jo's thick arse cheeks and made her ride him faster.
"Fuck... fuck... yes." Jo moaned over and over, her big tits bounced up and down as she rode him.
Suddenly she moved down and pressed her lips firmly against his thick, black lips. Opening her mouth, Jo pushed her tongue against his and made out with the beautiful man.
She passionately made out with Dwayne until he pushed her hips slightly up. Then, he thrusted in and out of her arse hard as fucking possible. His cock hammered into her soaking wet cunt and his balls slapped against her over and over.
"Fuuucckkk! Soo fucking goooodd!" Jo moaned over and over.
Dwayne fucked Jo harder and harder as he held her up like that. Jo was in fucking heaven as this big, black cock destroyed her pussy.
In an instant and with no effort, Dwayne flipped them around so Jo had her legs spread whilst on her back and he was fucking her from on top.
"Oh fuck! Dwayne! I fucking love your cock!" Jo moaned over and over.
He leant down and passionately made out with her as his cock slid in and out of her drenched cunt.
"Fuck... fuck... fuuuuuuucckk I'm gonna cuuumm!" Jo moaned louder.
Dwayne grabbed one of her big tits and squeezed it hard, the mix of pain and pleasure just forced Jo's orgasm out of her.
"FUUUCKK YEEEESSS!!!" She screamed out.
At the same time she felt Dwayne's cock start to unload his thick, delicious cum deep inside of her cunt.
After that they lay next to each other, panting and sweating. Jo's big tits heaved up and down. She heard the click of a lighter and turned her head to see Dwayne lighting up a cigarette. Once lit, he handed it over to Jo.
"Thanks." She whispered.
Jo took a drag of the cigarette and Dwayne lit up one for himself.
"So, we're going to the party at 8pm tonight." Dwayne told her.
Jo had another drag and blew the smoke into the air.
"Oh yeah, what should I wear?" She asked, most of the clothes she took were for working as a prostitute.
"Whatever you like, nothing too fancy I think." Dwayne informed her.
I should be going home, back to my husband and back to my actual life, Jo thought, but as soon as I leave this place I'm back to being a slave for Jason and Claire. It's strange, even though I'm a prostitute here, I feel more free.
After an hour or so in bed together Jo eventually put on some comfy clothes and headed to the living room of the house. As she walked in she saw Suzie, fully dressed in a very sexy outfit.
"Morning sleepy head." Suzie said to her.
"Where are you off to?" Jo asked.
"Got a client this morning, duty calls." Suzie joked.
"Well, have fun." Jo laughed back to her.
"Don't think I forgot about you," Suzie said and stared into Jo's eyes, "I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours before you go."
Even though she had just had sex, hearing Suzie say that had Jo's pussy tingling.
"Don't worry, you will." Jo told her.
"Good," Suzie said then walked to the door, "see you later."
That day was a nice relax for Jo. It seemed that she sort of belonged to Dwayne and no other men there tried anything funny with her. Although they were all really nice.
One man cooked a big breakfast that Jo enjoyed.
It was around midday, Jo had showered and was looking out of the window. There was a brown car with slightly blacked out windows that looked vaguely familiar to Jo, I think he was one of the men that paid me to have sex with him? She thought but then got distracted as Suzie appeared and walked up the drive.
"Hey, have fun?" Jo asked when Suzie entered the living room.
"Not bad," Suzie said, then she threw he bag onto the floor and marched over to Jo, "but now I'm horny as fuck."
Apparently who ever she had been fucked by had gotten Suzie really going. Before Jo could react the younger girl planted a kiss onto her.
Jo instantly kissed her back, she reached around and held onto the beautiful, skinny young woman.
"Mmm seems you are a horny little slut." Jo whispered as she grabbed Suzie's firm arse.
"Definitely," Suzie said back to her, "And I'm ready to be a cunt licking slut for you!"
Jo made out with the younger woman and felt her up roughly for a few minutes.
Finally, I have this hot little slut to myself!
Jo raised her hand under Suzie's skirt and realised she wasn't wearing any underwear. With ease, she pushed a finger deep into the younger girls dripping wet pussy.
"Oh fuck... finally!" Suzie moaned into her mouth.
"You like me fingering you, you little slut?" Jo whispered to her.
With her free hand Jo pushed Suzie's head to one side and then dragged her tongue along the young girls bare neck.
"Fuuuck yes Mommy!" Suzie moaned as Jo fingered her faster.
Jo pushed a second finger into Suzie and found her G-spot straight away.
"Oh fuck... yes... fuck I need to taste your cunt!" Suzie moaned.
Jo pulled her finger out, in the heat of the moment she shoved her finger into Suzie's mouth who happily sucked and licked it clean.
"Come with me then." Jo told her.
She grabbed Suzie's hand and lead her back to her bedroom.
Once they were inside and the door closed something dominant unleashed from inside Jo. She pushed Suzie hard against the door and stared at the young woman with hunger in her eyes.
Suzie was already panting, biting her bottom lip, Jo knew she had to fuck this girl.
Jo slammed her hands either side of Suzie's head against the door, a loud bang echoed as she hit them.
Suddenly, Jo lunged forward and pressed her lips hard against the young slut.
"Mmm!" Suzie moaned as they passionately made out.
Jo was grabbing Suzie's tits and groped her body all over, it felt like there was a fire between her legs. She didn't even care that the curtains were wide open, anyone walking past could see but she didn't give a shit.
Jo ripped Suzie's top off over her head and pulled the younger girls shorts off.
Jo stepped back and marvelled at Suzie's petite, sexy, naked body.
She grabbed Suzie's hand and threw her onto the bed. Without saying a word Jo started to undress as Suzie watched. The young woman spread her legs and showed her tight, shaved pussy.
Once Jo was completely naked she jumped on top of Suzie, kissing her passionately as they both felt the others body.
"Fuck, you're so hot!" Suzie moaned into Jo's mouth.
"Shut up you fucking slut!" Jo moaned and squeezed Suzie's nipples.
"Mmmm fuck! Yes Mommy!" She moaned as Jo kept feeling her up.
"Keep your head down." Jo order.
Jo moved up Suzie's body until she straddled the young girls beautiful face. Lowering herself down, she felt Suzie's warm, wet tongue press against her drenched pussy.
"Fuck yes!" Jo moaned.
She gripped onto Suzie's blonde hair and pulled her face deep between Jo's legs. Suzie tongue was running up and down Jo's wet slit, giving her immense pleasure.
"That's it, lick my cunt my little slut!" Jo moaned.
She started to rock herself up and down Suzie's face, completely covering the young girl in her pussy juices.
Her thick thighs either side of Suzie's had had her trapped, but Suzie was moaning like a whore into Jo's cunt.
"Fuck... that's it... lick me right there!" Jo moaned.
She reached down and squeezed Suzie's tits and twisted her nipples as she rode the young girls face.
"MMMMM!" Suzie squealed into Jo's cunt.
"You like that you little whore?" Jo moaned as Suzie kept licking her.
"Yes, Mommy!" Suzie moaned back.
Jo reached further back and rubbed her fingers around Suzie's tight, drenched pussy. With ease she pushed two fingers into the younger girl and waste no time with finger fucking her.
"Oh fuuuckk!" Suzie moaned louder and louder.
Jo kept fingering Suzie harder, pushing deeper inside of her until Suzie was moaning like a wild animal.
After a few minutes, she pulled out and rubber her soaked fingers against the young girls tight stomach.
She grabbed onto Suzie's blonde hair again, tight and start to ride her face as though she was riding a cock.
"Fuck.. yes... you're so fucking good!" Jo moaned.
Her thick thighs rocked back and forth as she rode Suzie.
Suzie's tongue was just stuck out and trying to pleasure Jo as much as possible, but Jo was just using the young girl for her own pleasure.
"Oh fuck... yes... you want to make me cum you whore?!" Jo moaned louder.
Suzie was gripping onto Jo's curvy arse and moaned into her cunt.
Jo rode her faster and faster, her orgasm was building up inside her body.
She tightened her grip onto Suzie's hair, her thick legs clenched around Suzie's face. Arching her back up and staring at the ceiling it hit Jo.
"FUUUCKK YES I'M CUMMING!!!" Jo roared out.
She never stopped grinding up and down Suzie's face as her orgasm crashed through her body.
Jo's own body was flinching and twitching throughout, her big tits heaved up and down as she moaned like a wild fucking animal.
"Fuck.. fuck... fuck!" Jo panted out as her orgasm slowly died down.
Eventually, Jo moved off of Suzie. She laughed when she saw the young girls face drenched with Jo's cum.
"Fuck, that was hot!" Suzie panted, "I thought you were going to suffocate me with your cunt!"
"Mmm," Jo moaned back and moved between Suzie's spread legs, "Time for me to taste your cum!"
In an instant, Jo leant forward and attacked Suzie's drenched pussy with her tongue.
"Oh god... yes Mommy... fuck... Mommy!" Suzie moaned.
She really loves calling me Mommy.
Jo's tongue was exploring all over the delicious cunt, sucking her lips into her mouth before massaging her throbbing clit.
Jo didn't know what came over her, but being so dominant with this young slut had her body on fire!
She pushed two fingers, knuckle deep back into Suzie who let out a loud moan.
"Yes! Yes! Fucking finger me!" Suzie moaned as her hands ran through Jo's blonde hair.
Suddenly, Jo pushed a finger on her other hand deep into Suzie's unexpecting arsehole.
"FUUUUUCKK!" Suzie roared out.
Jo finger fucked both Suzie's cunt and arse as her tongue attacked the young girls swollen clit.
"Yes... yes... fuck I'm so close!" Suzie panted.
"Do you want to cum for your Mommy you little whore?" Jo asked between licks.
"Yes Mommy! Please! Please make me cum!" Suzie begged.
Jo fingered both of her tight holes faster and faster, her tongue constantly flicked over her twitching clit.
She felt Suzie's pussy and arsehole clench and tighten around her fingers and Suzie screamed into the air.
"I'M FUCKING CUMMING MOMMY!!!" She screamed out.
Suzie's entire body was twitching around Jo who never let up on fingering and licking the younger whore.
"Oh god... oh fuck. That's so good!" Suzie kept panting.
Once her orgasm slowly died down, Jo removed her fingers and went back up to kiss Suzie.
Suzie's smaller body wrapped around Jo's thicker body as they held each other. Their tongues danced along the others in a warm embrace.
"I hope you don't think you're getting away with just making me cum once?" Jo then whispered to Suzie.
"I'll do anything you fucking want." Suzie then said with a smile.
A few hours later, and three orgasms, Suzie and Jo were back in the living room.
Both of them were completely spent, but Jo was kissing and groping Suzie constantly. It seemed having power over the younger girl gave Jo quiet the thrill.
Until eventually.
"Suzie." A man's voice called and entered the room.
"Urgh," Suzie grunted in disappointment, although she stayed pressed up against Jo, she turned herself to the young black man that entered the room, "what?"
"You've had another call, come on." He said to her.
"Fuck sake," Suzie moaned and turned back to Jo, "I'll see you later."
Jo said and kissed her again, "have fun."
Suzie turned to follow the younger black man and Jo gave her a slap on her arse as she walked away.
Well, what now?
Jo sat down with a cup of tea and a cigarette when Ray, the head of the gang walked in. The light beamed off of his bald head, something about his presence always made Jo a little afraid, although he was nothing but nice to her.
"Hey, I'm surprised you're still here?" Ray asked when he sat down.
"Dwayne invited me to a party tonight, so I thought I'd stay." Jo told him.
"Fair enough, he definitely likes you." Ray told her as he drank his tea, "whilst you're here, if you want to earn any extra cash we have a client that wants a woman to meet him in a hotel?"
Jo looked at him for a moment then at the floor, she was a little torn before she answered him.
"I... I'm okay, I don't need the money." She told him.
"No worries," Ray replied, "offers there if you change your mind, we can always keep you busy."
After that Jo just relaxed around the house. Around 4pm she went into Dwayne's room and had sex with him again.
She lay there, naked and sweaty as he stood up.
"I'm gonna for a shower, do you need anything?" He asked.
"No, I'm fine thanks." Jo replied as she grabbed another cigarette.
Dwayne went into his en suite and Jo heard the shower turn on.
Shit, he must have a lighter here somewhere, Jo thought.
With the unlit cigarette in her mouth Jo started to look around his room for a lighter. She eventually found herself to his drawers on one side of the room.
When she opened it a wave of fear hit Jo instantly.
Oh my god, she thought as she looked down. On top of his socks in the drawer was a gun. Jo had never seen a gun in real life and it seemed that the realisation that she was staying with actual gangsters hit Jo like a ton of bricks.
She stared at the gun as fear engulfed her.
What am I doing? She thought, This isn't me, I'm not a gangster. I don't belong with these people, fucking hell am I out of my mind.
Joanne made sure not to touch it, she knew it was silly but she didn't want to leave any fingerprints on it.
She quickly closed the drawer and sat back down as her mind raced.
"Hey, you alright?" Dwayne asked when he emerged in just a towel, steam pouring off of his muscular, black body.
"Y-yeah." Joanne stuttered, she saw Dwayne differently, realised that he was a thug and a scary man.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, obviously picking up on Joanne's nervousness.
"I... I'm fine," Joanne stuttered without looking at him, "have you... have you ever killed anyone?"
Oh my god! Why did I just ask that?! What the fuck is wrong with me!
"Jo," he said with a shocked voice, "you don't ask someone that."
That's not a no.
"Oh right, okay," she whispered, "have you ever been to prison?"
Dwayne chuckled a little as he started to get dressed.
"Prison is like a home away from home for everyone here." He said as though it was a stupid question.
Fuck sake Joanne, what are you doing?!
"Why all the questions?" Dwayne asked.
"No reason," Joanne stuttered and stood up, "I should get dressed."
Joanne quickly walked to the room she was staying in but felt herself hyperventilating.
What am I gonna do? I can't stay here, this isn't me! But I can't just leave, what if they get offended and hurt me?!
Joanne managed to force herself to shower and get dressed. She was still dressed slutty as that was all the clothes she had with her. In a short skirt and a tight top that pushed up her tits.
Although she felt sick, Joanne knew she just had to get through that night then she could go home.
Dwayne was waiting for her by the door in ripped blue jeans and a tight, white t-shirt.
"Ready?" He asked with a smile.
But he's so nice to me, I've never seen anything other than him being nice, but he's a thug, I mean, I'm assuming he has killed someone. Can he be both a killer and a nice guy?
"Ready." Joanne replied and forced a smile.
Joanne got into the passenger seat of Dwayne's car and he started to drive.
"Is something wrong?" Dwayne asked as he drove, "you're very quiet."
"No," Joanne lied back to him, "sorry, think I'm just tired."
"Fair enough," Dwayne said with a smile, "you've had a busy week."
I need to get back to Freddy, this is not me, what I would do to go back to being a boring housewife.
It was about half an hour drive to the house where the party was being held. It was still a fairly rough neighbourhood.
As Joanne walked up the drive, she jumped when Dwayne reached to hold her hand.
"What's wrong?" He asked as Joanne pulled away.
"N-nothing, sorry." Joanne stuttered and held his hand back.
Come on Joanne, just get through tonight, then back to Freddy.
The house was absolutely buzzing with life. It was jam packed with a mix of people, both black and white, mainly men but a few women who dressed very revealing. The music was blaring out and there was a lot of alcohol around the house.
Joanne felt awkward, all of her previous confidence had completely disappeared and she just wanted to go back to her proper home.
She was there for an hour, on her own as Dwayne chatted around. A few guys spoke to her, some even grabbed her arse but Joanne always turned them down.
Eventually, Dwayne returned and put his big, strong arm around her shoulder.
"So, you see that guy over there?" He said and pointed across the room.
There was a youngish black man sat on the sofa, what shocked Joanne more was that there was a young, blonde woman with short hair that was sat on his lap, clearly grinding back and forth.
"With the girl on his lap?" Joanne asked.
Joanne let out a gasp when the man pulled the blonde girls top down and revealed her smaller but perky tits. Apparently that woman didn't care about the room full of people seeing her.
"Yeah," Dwayne said and leant in close to Joanne, "his name's Izaak, he's the reason I can't get Jason off your back."
"I don't understand." Joanne told him as she watched the young blonde girl turn to straddle that Izaak, her arse came on show as her skirt rode up.
"He's good mates with your Jason," Dwayne explained, "Jason isn't part of their gang or anything, but he is protected by them."
Joanne looked at Izaak, who reached around and started to finger the blonde from behind.
"Then why didn't Jason send me to them instead of you?" Joanne asked.
"Jason has a bit of a past with gambling," Dwayne told her, "their gang has banned him from getting involved with anything about them. They still protect him, but he can't join in with anything they do as he has owed them a lot of money before."
"But he's allowed to interfere with your gang?" Joanne asked, trying to wrap her head around it all.
"We're fairly friendly our two gangs, not the best of mates, but we don't have fights or anything. So, we can do stuff with Jason, but as long as he hasn't done anything wrong to us, we can't do anything to him." Dwayne explained.
The more he told Joanne, the more out of place she felt.
This isn't my world, gangs, crime, I just want a normal life.
When Joanne looked over again, Izaak and the blonde were on their feet and about to walk upstairs.
"So, you can't stop Jason because he's protected by them, pretty much?" Joanne asked, any hope she had gone.
"Exactly," Dwayne told her, "trust me, if I could, I would. But if I did anything to Jason it would start a big fight between us both."
Joanne felt very unsafe and out of place after that. Dwayne would kiss her cheek or hold onto her for most of the night but Joanne rarely did anything back.
When they left the party and got back to the house, Dwayne grabbed Joanne and pulled her in for a kiss. Joanne's instincts kicked in and she kissed him back.
For a minute, she slowly made out with Dwayne and felt his hands reach lower and grab her arse, that was when she broke it.
"I should get to bed, sorry, I'm just tired." She whispered to him.
"Oh right, okay." Dwayne said, but he was clearly gutted.
"I think I'm gonna go home tomorrow." Joanne told him and saw more disappointment in his face.
What do I do? He's the only person that's been nice to me, actually cared for me and I'm pushing him away. But, this isn't me.
Joanne felt like her head was going to explode the more she thought about it.
"Have I done something wrong?" Dwayne asked her.
He genuinely cares about me, he doesn't care that I'm a prostitute or anything, he knows everything about me and he still wants me.
"No, not at all," Joanne said, wanting to make him feel better, "I just think it's time for me to go home."
"I understand." Dwayne whispered and let go of her hand.
"But," she said and he looked into her eyes, "why don't you sleep with me tonight? I'm just too tired for sex."
That's not too bad, just sleeping with him. After everything he's done for me.
"I'd like that." Dwayne said with a smile.
Both of them got undressed and got into Joanne's bed. She lay on one side and Dwayne spooned her from behind.
She could feel his semi hard cock press against her, although she knew it was wrong, Joanne felt herself getting turned on at the though of having sex wit him again.
No, you can't.
Dwayne lightly held one of Joanne's breasts and she fell asleep in his arms.
I feel so safe with him, why am I fighting it. I want this, I already know that.
Once again she contemplated turning around and just having sex with Dwayne again, but the little voice in her head grew louder.
No, it's not you. Go back to your husband tomorrow, back to reality.
Eventually, that voice won. Even as she lay in the comfort of Dwayne's arms, Joanne managed to fall asleep.
The next morning Joanne woke up before Dwayne. She quietly got out of bed and started to pack her things.
When she was fully packed and dressed, she texted Jason to come and pick her up which he instantly replied and said yes.
Then, she softly woke Dwayne up.
"Hey." She whispered as she tapped his muscular arm.
"Good morning." He whispered and yawned.
"Jason's coming to get me, I wanted to say bye." She whispered to him.
"Oh right, that was fast." He told her, Joanne could see he was clearly unhappy with her going, which gave Joanne mixed emotions.
"Thank you for everything this week, you've been so nice to me." Joanne told him.
"Do you want my number? In case you want to meet up again, or come back?" Dwayne asked.
I shouldn't... I really shouldn't.
"Yeah, why not." Joanne told him.
She saved his number into her phone, gave Dwayne a loving kiss goodbye and then saw Jason was outside waiting for her.
He waited by the door as Joanne put her bag into the boot of his car and then got into the passenger seat.
"Hi whore," Jason said with a laugh, "I guess that's technically the right thing to call you now."
"Hi Ja..." Joanne paused to correct herself, "Master."
"I hope you've not forgotten your manners since you've been away?" Jason asked as he started to car and drove.
"No, Master, I remember." Joanne told him.
She looked out of the window and at Dwayne as they drove off.
"Good, then you can prove it to me." Jason said.
"How, Master?" Joanne asked, she already missed the way she was treated at the gangs house.
Jason literally doesn't give a fuck about me.
"You can suck my dick as I drive, get me ready to fuck your whore cunt when we get back." Jason told her.
Joanne sighed, although she had been a prostitute and getting paid for everything, the last week Joanne actually had some control.
"Yes, Master." She replied.
Joanne leant over and started to undo Jason's jeans, he lifted her arse and Joanne pulled them down and his big, black cock sprung free.
Considering she had not even been gone a week, it felt like a lifetime since Joanne had seen his cock.
Joanne opened her plump lips around wrapped them around his black dick and slowly swirled her tongue around his head.
"Oh yeah, getting that lip filler was a fucking great idea," Jason moaned, "feels great."
"Mhmm." Joanne moaned in agreement to keep him happy.
Her head slowly bobbed up and down, occasionally she felt Jason's hand rest on her blonde hair. It was a bit of an awkward angle but Joanne was able to take about half of him down her throat.
"Oh yeah, Michelle is pretty good at choking on dick now, but I think inside she still thinks she's a lesbian," Jason moaned, "it'll be good to have a proper cock taking whore back."
Poor Michelle, I wonder what they've done to her this week.
Joanne kept sucking her Master's cock slowly, massaging his head with her tongue and the taste of his precum filled her senses.
She knew not to make him cum, so she just slowly gave him a blowjob for the entire drive. Occasionally when they stopped at a red light she would hear a car next to them honk or cheer, but Joanne never stopped.
"Here we are." Jason eventually said and pulled the car to a stop.
Not looking out of the window at all for the entire drive made it feel like a quick trip.
"Come on slut, upstairs." Jason said. He put his cock away and got out of the car.
And I'm back, Joanne thought.
She pulled out a cigarette from the box in her pocket and put it into her mouth as she got out of the car.
"Woah, you smoke now?" Jason asked.
"Oh right, yeah." Joanne replied and lit it up.
"Well you're not filling our apartment with that stench," Jason scolded her, "put it out."
I already miss being a prostitute.
Joanne took one drag and then threw it onto the floor. With a sigh, she followed Jason inside the building and up to their apartment.
"We're back!" He shouted as they walked through the door.
This apartment, Joanne thought as she went in, This is where I accepted I was just a whore for these two, back when I was forced to stay here for a week. I even planned on leaving Freddy then, but after my last week, I know I was wrong. I want Freddy back, I want my life back.
Joanne slowly entered the living room where she was greeted with Claire on the sofa, her legs were spread and Michelle was on her knees clearly licking Claire's pussy.
"Hey slut, I've missed you." Claire said with an evil grin.
"Hi, Mistress." Joanne whispered.
She stood and looked at her two blackmailers.
They've ruined my life, they won't stop until I've lost everything!
"Now then," Jason said, "get undressed, it's been to long since I fucked that fat arse of yours."
"No." Joanne suddenly blurted out firmly.
She couldn't believe it came out of her mouth, Jason and Claire were both clearly shocked as well.
"What did you just say?" Claire asked then looked back at Michelle, "did I fucking tell you to stop, black whore!"
"Sorry Mistress." Michelle whispered.
"I said no," Joanne firmly said back, "I can't do this anymore."
"I think you're forgetting that your opinion doesn't matter," Jason replied, calmly, "now get your fucking clothes off, whore!"
"No!" Joanne almost shouted at them, "What will it take for you to leave me alone? I'll give you my company, I don't care, just let me go!"
Jason stood up and smiled at Joanne before Claire started to speak.
"You think I want to run a company?" She laughed out, "I can't be arsed with that, I'd rather just stay on your payroll without having to work."
Jason walked closer and closer to Joanne.
"What is wrong with you two?" Joanne barked, "just let me go, I'll give you anything you want!"
"What I want," Jason said as he approached her, "is to completely own you, you pathetic, fat, fucking whore."
Each word cut threw Joanne like a knife.
She didn't know what came over her, but Joanne quickly spun around and planned to run away. However, before she even got a step away she felt Jason's hand grab her wrist.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" He shouted and yanked her back.
"Get off me!" Joanne shouted.
But Jason didn't listen, he started to drag Joanne across the room. As much as she fought back he was just too strong for her.
"Black slave," Claire shouted, "follow me."
Trying to get free, Joanne was dragged into Jason and Claire's bedroom.
"Let me fucking go!" Joanne shouted but Jason held her down onto the bed.
"Slave, get her ankles, Claire, get her wrists." Jason ordered.
Joanne tried to fight it but Jason held her right wrist up and Claire locked a handcuff around it and onto the corner of the bed.
"No!" Joanne shouted, but then her left wrist got handcuffed to the other corner.
Joanne was kicking her feet but Claire held her left leg still. Joanne looked down and watched Michelle put a handcuff around her ankle and onto the bed, then the same with her right ankle.
"Let me go! Fuck off!!" Joanne shouted, she tried to fight but all of her limbs were locked onto the bed.
"Shut the fuck up!" Jason shouted.
As Joanne tried to shout, suddenly something was shoved into her mouth and tied around the back of her head. She quickly realised that they had forced a ball gag into her.
"MMMFFFFF!" She screamed through the gag but it was just muffled.
Jason left the room, leaving Claire looking down at Joanne and Michelle stood sheepishly in the corner. Michelle couldn't even look at Joanne.
"You stupid fucking whore," Claire said and leant close to the helpless Joanne, "one week away and you become this unruly, you really do need some retraining."
"MMMFF!!" Joanne tried to shout at her.
Then Jason returned with a pair of scissors in his hand.
"Let's get it more comfortable." He said to Claire.
Joanne tried to plead with her eyes at Michelle, but the young black woman refused to look at her.
Joanne tried resisting her restraints once more, but when Jason put the scissors near her clothes she stayed perfectly still, not wanting to accidentally get cut.
He started to cut through her clothes with the scissors and ripped them off of her body. A few minutes later Joanne's ruined clothes were in a heap on the floor and she lay there, helpless and naked.
How are they doing this to me? Are they just pure evil!
"Right then," Jason said, "black slave, get her cunt ready."
No, don't do it Michelle!
"Yes, Master." Michelle whispered.
Joanne tried to stare at Michelle, but the young black women didn't make eye contact as she got between Joanne's legs.
"Mmmffff!!" Joanne shouted into the ball gag when she felt Michelle's tongue touch her bare pussy.
No! Stop it! Please don't! She screamed in her head.
Joanne wanted to break free, to somehow get out of there, but Michelle knew perfectly how to please a woman and her tongue was instantly having an effect on Joanne.
Michelle's soft, wet tongue was slowly circling Joanne's clit and Joanne found it hard to not get pleasure from it.
No, this isn't happening! I am not getting pleasure like this!
The young, black woman's tongue started to move up and down Joanne's pussy, gently sucking on her lips and then flicking her clit.
The longer it went on, the more Joanne's legs twitched with pleasure.
Joanne could just see past her big tits at the top of Michelle's head. Her "Yes, Master." Tattoo could be seen and Joanne could feel the hoops in her pussy lips as Michelle sucked on them.
"MMMM!" Joanne moaned in pleasure when a finger pushed inside of her.
Stop, stop, stop, stop! Joanne begged to herself.
But Michelle's finger kept pumping in and out of Joanne's wet pussy. She started to feel how soaked she had become as Michelle kept pleasing her.
"Do you want me to fuck you, black slave?" Jason's voice said.
Joanne looked up and saw he had completely undressed behind Michelle.
"Yes, Master." Michelle replied and went back to licking Joanne.
"Good whore." Jason said.
"Mmmm fuck!" Michelle grunted and moaned when Jason pushed his cock deep inside of her.
"See white whore," Jason said as he slowly fucked Michelle, "she's become a perfectly obedient slave, just like you were. I don't know why you've changed now."
The sound of Jason's skin slapping against Michelle's filled the room as he fucked her harder and harder.
Claire then grabbed Michelle's hair and pulled her head up a bit.
"Are you still a lesbian?" Claire asked her.
"I'm whatever you tell me Mistress!" Michelle moaned out and her mouth hung open, "I'll take any cock and pussy you tell me too!"
They have truly broken her, Joanne thought as she listened to Michelle's moans, that's what I was like that week I stayed here. It's what they want me to be, can I even fight becoming that?
"Good bitch." Claire said and shoved Michelle's face back to Joanne's dripping pussy.
"Mmmmfff!" Joanne moaned into the gag as Michelle went back to licking her.
Jason was ruthlessly fucking Michelle and spanking her toned arse. Michelle was moaning louder and louder into Joanne's pussy which was growing wetter and wetter.
As much as she tried to fight it, Michelle's masterful tongue action was getting Joanne more and more turned on.
"Right," Jason said and pulled out of Michelle, "time to remind this cheating whore who's cock she belongs to."
"Black whore, come and lick my cunt." Claire ordered.
Michelle slowly got up and gave Joanne an apologetic look before she crawled to Claire and started to pleasure her.
Then Joanne felt Jason's hands grip onto her thick thighs.
"Fucking hell," Jason laughed, "considering how much you're fighting it, your cunt is dripping wet!"
Noooo!
"MMMFFF!!" Joanne grunted into the ball gag as Jason forced his entire cock, balls deep inside of her.
"Oh yeah, I have missed this cunt!" Jason moaned.
Ooooh fuuuck!
Jason wasted no time with hammering in and out of Joanne's pussy with his big, black cock.
Although Joanne loved getting fucked by Dwayne, some sick and twisted part of her enjoyed being completely helpless.
No! I don't enjoy this!
"Mmmmff!" Joanne couldn't help but moan as Jason's big cock slid in and out of her.
Suddenly he reached down and twisted both of Joanne's nipples hard.
"MMMMFFF!" She moaned into the gag as a mix of pain and pleasure crashed through her body.
"That's it you stupid fucking whore, take his cock!" Claire moaned from the side.
Joanne could just see hunger in Jason's eyes as he fucked her, no mercy. He just fucked her over and over.
The longer his cock pushed in and out of Joanne's soaked cunt, the better it felt.
"Mmmmff.. mmff.... Mmfff!" She moaned into the gag.
Joanne felt spit start to trickle past the gag and onto her face as her body rocked with Jason's fucking.
"That's it you pathetic prostitute," Jason moaned as he fucked her, "I wonder how many cocks you took this week!"
Oh fuck! Why am I enjoying this! What is wrong with me!
His words and the hard fucking had Joanne's pussy clenching around Jason's cock. She could feel her legs start to tense up as her toes curled.
No! Please god no!
"Oh yeah, I recognise that feeling," Jason laughed, "you're about to cum as I fuck your pathetic little cunt!"
"Argue all you want," Claire moaned from the side, "but deep down you love being our whore!"
"Mmmm... mmmm!" Joanne moaned into the gag, she was breathing heavily as her orgasm built up.
She did her best to fight it, to distract herself, but the big, black cock fucking her was too good.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM!!" Joanne screamed into the gag as an earth shattering orgasm tore through her body.
"That's it! Cum you pathetic fucking whore!" Jason roared.
Her entire body was shaking and trembling, if it wasn't for the handcuffs she would've shook more as Joanne came harder and harder.
"MMMM!! MMM!!" She moaned as she just kept cumming and cumming.
"Fuuuuckk yeeesss!" Jason roared and Joanne felt him cumming inside of her.
Joanne couldn't stop her moans, as much as she tried, as she felt his cum fill her up inside. Jason kept fucking her until he milked every last drop of cum in her pussy.
When he eventually pulled out Joanne felt his cum leak out of her well fucked pussy.
Oh god, why did I have to cum? Why do I have to have pleasure being treated like this! But it's done, I can finally go back to my husband, Joanne thought, realising how much she actually missed him.
Apparently at some point, Michelle had made Claire cum.
"Black slave, lick the white whore clean." Claire ordered.
Joanne was still trying to catch her breathe as Michelle got between her legs and started to lick her cum filled pussy.
"Mmmm." Joanne moaned from the soft tongue that felt amazing on her freshly fucked hole.
After a few minutes Michelle had licked Joanne's pussy completely clean.
"Right, we're heading out, but we'll be back soon." Jason said.
Wait, they're leaving me like this?
"Black slave, make sure she doesn't try and get out, not that she could." Claire laughed and the two of them closed the door.
Joanne stared at Michelle, she was stood at the foot of the bed completely naked and almost looked ashamed.
"Mmffmm." Joanne groaned a little bit to her.
"I..." Michelle whispered, "I'm sorry."
"Mfmmff." Joanne groaned again and nodded towards her handcuffs.
"I can't, Master and Mistress wouldn't be happy." Michelle told her.
She is completely broken.
Joanne tried to ask Michelle if she was okay, although it just came out muffled, Michelle seemed to understand.
"I'm... okay," Michelle whispered, "they are still breeding me, I will probably be pregnant soon if not already."
Oh my god, these two are twisted. Poor Michelle, it's my fault she's in this position.
Even as Michelle spoke, she didn't sound upset. It was almost robotic, as though she was programmed to speak like that.
It was another hour until Jason returned.
"Has she behaved?" He asked Michelle.
"She tried to get me to uncuff her but I said no, Master." Michelle admitted and Joanne's heart broke a little.
"You naughty whore," Jason said and turned his attention to Joanne, "I guess you still need to learn."
Jason managed to position himself and Joanne so he could get his cock to line up with her arsehole. He had Michelle spit on both before he forced himself inside of Joanne.
"Mmmmffg!" She grunted as her unlubed arse stretched around his black cock.
"Oh yeah, look at your fat arse taking my cock!" He laughed.
Jason kept fucking Joanne's arse until he filled her up with another load of cum. Adding even more humiliation to Joanne, she came whilst having her arsehole fucked with his big, black cock.
After that, he and Michelle left her in that room alone.
This is it, how can I ever get away from them? I'm just helpless and pathetic.
After what felt like another hour on her own, her thoughts torturing her, Jason eventually came back.
"Right whore, time for you to go back to your bitch husband," He said, "Now, when I unlock you, are you going to fight?"
"Mhmm." Joanne grunted in negative and shook her head.
"Good girl." He replied.
Once he undid the handcuffs, Joanne rubbed where they were and realised they left a mark.
"Now, who owns you?" He asked Joanne.
"You do, Master." She replied, defeated.
"Good, I'll drive you back." He said.
Joanne put on another outfit from her week away, some very short denim shorts and a very tight white t-shirt.
Then when they got outside she asked Jason if she could have a cigarette and thankfully he said yes.
How am I going to explain all of this to Freddy? My clothes, the marks on my wrist, the new gang tattoo on my wrist? Never mind that I smoke now!
Joanne just knew she had to come up with an excuse, anything to fix it as she buys more time.
She finished the cigarette and got into the car.
When Jason pulled up, around the corner from Joanne's so Freddy wouldn't see them he turned to her.
"Now, are you going to disobey me ever again?" He asked.
I just want to go back to my husband.
"No, Master." She obediently replied.
"And are you going to belong to me and Claire for the rest of your life?" He asked.
Hearing that was like a jolt to Joanne, she was almost broken... almost.
I will get out of this, one day, I'll have my life back, I just need to keep going until I'm free.
"Yes, Master," She replied, "I belong to you both."
"Good whore, now get out." Jason barked.
Dwayne never spoke to me like that.
Joanne got out of the car and Jason instantly drove off.
She walked down the road and turned the corner, he house was only 4 houses down.
Wait, is that? Joanne thought and stopped dead in her tracks.
Outside of her house, parked on the road was a brown car with slightly blacked out windows.
That looks like that guys car, who paid me, she thought and her heart started to beat faster.
No, it can't be, it's just a random car and they might not even be in our house.
Joanne took another step and then saw the front door to her house open.
A man walked out, he has short, wispy grey hair and a grey beard that was well kept. Joanne recognised him.
Joanne's heart felt like it stopped and her stomach twisted inside of her.
That is him, she thought, what the fuck was he doing in my house!
He didn't spot Joanne and she waited for him to get in his car and drive off. Then she nearly ran into her house.
"Freddy?!" She shouted, but no reply.
"Freddy?!" She shouted again and ran into the living room where he was sat on the sofa with his head looking at the ground.
"Freddy," She whispered, Joanne's hands were shaking and she felt sick, "who was that man?"
Freddy slowly looked up and Joanne couldn't believe it when she saw his eyes were welling up and tears started to fall out of them.
Without saying a word he threw some papers that were in his hands onto the table.
No. Joanne thought.
It was like time had stopped.
On A4 pieces of paper were blown up photos of her, various ones from the last few weeks. There were too many to count but the first ones Joanne saw were:
One of her riding Dwayne on the sofa as another black man's cock was in her arse, that was her first night away.
Another of her bent over the bonnet of a car getting fucked from behind.
One of her sat on Suzie's face, completely naked.
One of her getting out of Jason and Claire's apartment dressed like a slut, on their way to the gangs house.
There we so many photos, all incriminating Joanne.
"He was a private investigator I hired," Freddy stuttered out as a tear ran down his face, "who are you?"