The Breeding of LauraSubmitted by AngieWalkerBlue on March 29, 2012
Laura settled back on the settee, nervous, yet sexually excited. She enjoyed her ‘fantasy nights’ with her husband Tom.
She could feel the coldness of the steel handcuffs that bound her wrists firmly behind her back and she could also feel her own dampness between her thighs. Wearing a thin black dress with just a pair of black stockings and suspenders underneath, she could feel a chill too. She was also in darkness. A black silk scarf covered her eyes to give everything added effect.
Tonight Laura was playing the whore, a whore who would be pimped out by her husband to satisfy a lusty friend. In a few minutes her husband would come in, pretending to be a complete stranger. He would place some cash down on the coffee table and then take her upstairs to make her do things that only a whore would do. He would speak to her as if she was a whore; call her a slut as well as other names and then he would use her like a whore. There would be no gentle love... Log in to read more
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