Zainab's slutty confession. The wedding (fm:adultery, 9844 words) [2/2] show all parts

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It didn't start like this. I didn't grow up dreaming of being degraded, of being owned. But the moment I met Mr. Ben, something inside me woke up. He saw through the modest dresses, the obedient smiles, the façade. He saw the slut buried deep inside me, and he brought her to life. Now, every time I think of him, my pussy gets wet, craving his touch, his cock, his control.

Tahir? He could never make me feel that way. Tahir is a pathetic excuse for a man. He tries to be the traditional husband, the kind my father wanted for me, but he's clueless. He kisses like he's afraid he'll break me, and his cock... God, it's so small and soft, it's a joke. I fake my smiles and play the role of the perfect wife, but inside, I'm screaming. I don't want him. I want Mr. Ben.

Every morning, I leave the house looking like the perfect bride-to-be—modest clothes, hair tied neatly, a sweet smile for everyone I pass. But as soon as I step into Mr. Ben's mansion, the act falls away. The moment the door closes, I'm his. I drop to my knees, unzipping his pants and pulling out his massive cock. The weight of it in my hands, the way it throbs against my lips—it makes my pussy clench every time.

He never lets me start slow. He grabs the back of my head, thrusting his cock deep into my throat until I'm gagging and drooling all over him. "You're my dirty little slut, aren't you?" he growls, his voice low and rough. I can't even respond, not with his cock stretching my mouth, but I moan around him, desperate to show him how much I love it.

Then he bends me over his desk, yanking my panties down and spitting on my asshole. The first time he took me there, I thought I'd die from the pain. But now? Now I beg for it. "Please, Mr. Ben," I whisper, arching my back and spreading my cheeks for him. "Fuck my ass. Use me."

And he does. He slides his thick cock into my tight asshole, stretching me so wide I feel like I'm going to split in two. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto him as he thrusts harder and harder. The sound of his cock slamming into me, the sting of his palm on my ass, the filthy words he growls in my ear—it's pure bliss. "You were made for this, Zainab," he says. "A filthy little whore who loves taking it up the ass."

And then there's Tahir. Sweet, clueless Tahir, who thinks I'm saving myself for him. He doesn't know that while he's dreaming of our wedding night, I'm on my knees in Mr. Ben's office, swallowing every drop of his cum. Tahir wants a wife who'll cook, clean, and stay pure, but he's too stupid to see what's right in front of him.

The worst part is, he thinks he's enough. He touches me like I'm fragile, like I'll shatter if he grabs me too hard. He's never seen me with my legs spread wide, screaming for Mr. Ben to fuck me harder, to fill my ass, to slap me until I'm begging for more. Tahir doesn't know what a real man is, and he'll never be one.

But no matter how much Mr. Ben owns me, there's one thing he's never taken: my pussy. He's made it clear from the beginning. "Your pussy stays pure for your wedding night," he told me, smirking as he pushed his cock into my ass. "You'll be a perfect little bride for that idiot husband of yours."

It drives me insane. Every time I'm with him, I beg him with my eyes, hoping he'll finally give in. I want him to claim me completely, to fuck my pussy and make me his forever. But he never does. He teases me, makes me ache for it, but he always holds back.

"Not yet, Zainab," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "You'll

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Hook writes Thu 28 Nov 2024 18:54:

This is one incredibly sizzling story, as you chronicle a young woman's slide into debauchery, level by level. The 21 chapters of the 2 parts leave one breathless!! And very well composed and written.

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