When he pulled out the wad of cash, my pussy exploded in a “hell yeah” and my head screamed “you’re going to work for that”
Of course the pussy always wins…
Pulling up to his posh house in his fancy car I almost felt like a princess, yet I knew I was the whore.
It was exhilarating to know that for the night at least I would be out of that trashy trailer and in this fancy house. That I was riding in this hot ass sports car and not walking.
For a fleeting moment I wondered what I would have to do to earn all the money he handed me. Would I get gang banged? beaten? dominated? treated like a dog and paraded for all to see?
But as I walked up the stairs I didn’t really give a shit what was going to happen, I had a pocket full of money that would get me high for fucking days.
So I thought, “hit me with your best shot, tomorrow I will be numb”
With every step that we got closer to the front door, my nipples got harder with anticipation.
As he turned the big brass handle I felt the rush of pussy juice between my legs.
We walked in and he took me to the game room where there was a bar and a big pool table with red felt. I was so intent on him and the drink he offered me that I didn’t notice the little shadow in the corner until he pointed it out to introduce me to his son.
He seemed very uncomfortable as I smiled and tried to play nice. I really don’t like fucking brats, but for the money I could be fucking mother Theresa to a brat.
He got right to brass tacks. He didn’t feel like his son was advancing fast enough with the females, being social or sexual. It was my job to spend the first half of the night fucking him while his son watched and took pictures and notes.
Class was in session.
The second half of the night his son would show what he learned while he watched, took notes and pictures to review with his son later.
Also I would be available for the next two days for sexting with them. His son needed to be taught all aspects of interaction with females including social media.
He explained that he hoped it would only take one lesson, however if he wasn’t pleased with the results, he may call me for another…..
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When I see a slutty looking young girl with big bouncy tits, it peaks my interest. I watch how she interacts with both sexes, and keep mental notes on the things that her body subconsciously does. Once I feel I have gotten a good impression on her, I will plan my actions and bring her home for dinner. Those tits make wonderful gravy! Once I have her bound and helpless I involve my personal chef. He is very good at making even the skinniest cuts of veal come alive with flavor inside my mouth. You see, just like in mainstream eatery, it is the fat on the meat that flavors the meal. In comparison, too much fat can drown out the flavor. So if you can imagine a height and weight proportionate victim is ideal. Before I present our meal to the chef she must be tended to. Cleaned and shaved, measured for the right amount of spice needed in the marinade, and lastly she needs to be thanked for blessing us with her flesh. Rick will then tell me just how we will prepare and cook our dinner. Pairing of drink and meat is also a detail that is not overlooked. He is very detail oriented and has been an amazing mentor throughout my cooking lessons. Once we have our meal dripping in rich marinade, she will then be ready to cook. They don’t struggle very long, as the smoke will replace the oxygen in her lungs and she will drift off knowing her death was not in vain. When my chef carves our veal, the most fantastic sight of the evening, the juiciest gravy will poor out of her bones and flesh. The taste is nothing like you could have ever imagined. So good I can still taste it for days to come. If you have the desire to learn how to cook your girls, give me a call on my phone chat lines, I share cooking secrets.
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