Parolee’s Slut: Playing With A Parolee!!

Being owned and used by a man is the best feeling.

And my very own parolee master proved that there is nothing better than being a parolee’s slut and playing with a parolee. Last night, he decided that playing with me alone wasn’t enough fun, so he called up a friend who had been recently released from prison. I didn’t know that until my parolee had handcuffed my wrists behind my back and put me on my knees. I welcomed it; I loved being a parolee’s slut.

I’d worn a slutty dress to tempt him and loved pleasing my eager, starved man. He played with my skirt, then cupped my breast, telling me how pretty and innocent I looked until he grabbed a handful of my hair. I was a parolee’s slut and nothing more. It wouldn’t have it any other way. He looked me over hungrily and palmed my breast.

“You’re going to please my friend too. A parolee’s slut does what she’s told,” he warned.

I nodded, eager to play whatever game he wanted. I wanted to be used, wanted him to imprint himself on me. And if he wanted another man involved, that was even better. How could I argue when I was a parolee’s slut? An eager and willing slut at that.

Since my man couldn’t wait, he told me to open my mouth and filled my throat. He moaned as he fucked my mouth the way he need. He took me hard and fast and made it clear that I was nothing more than a parolee’s slut as I drooled and choked on his cock. My eyes watered at how rough he was, but whenever he let up, I leaned in to take more. I was a good girl and only wanted to please. I didn’t pause even when I heard the front door open, then close. My eyes opened and I found another man, tattooed and big, standing there watching me eagerly. “Is this a party of three?”

“I wanted to share my parolee slut with you,” my man said.

He pulled out of my mouth, made me whine. I leaned forward to take him more and he told me to be a good girl and be patient so I could have two parolees instead of one filling me up like I’ve always wanted. Since I’m so good at being a parolee’s slut, I was happy to obey. My man lifted me up, pulling my panties to the side and putting me on his lap while his friend watched.

He pounded into me deep while spreading my legs with his knees so the new man could see exactly how well I took my parolee. He nodded and undid his belt, watching my wet pussy as I gushed for my man. I was a parolee’s slut through and through and opened my mouth to show I wanted more. The new man grabbed my hair and pulled me forward, impaling my throat on his meaty cock. I struggled to take every inch of it. Making two men moan as they shared me was a dream come true.

A parolee’s slut taking two men exactly how they needed and wanted.

It was everything. They fucked me hard and deep, using my holes to please them until I came all over them. My first parolee turned me around so I was facing the other. Then I was lifted between them. I knew what was next. A parolee’s slut didn’t own any of her holes and they were going to use them all. The new man stretched my pussy around him while the parolee that owned me slid into my ass. I moaned and arched between them. The man in front of me jerked my shirt up to enjoy the view of my tits as they bounced me on their cocks, taking me deep and hard the way they needed. I loved being a parolee’s slut, especially when I was being shared and shown off.

Both men used me, grunting and groaning, talking about how good I felt, how perfect I was. They treated me like a reward for time served and I wanted them to keep enjoying me, sharing me, making the most of me. I was born to be a parolee’s slut and was happy to show them how much. The new man broke first, pulling out and aiming for my tits and face as my other man bent me over. The first one sprayed his cum all over me, marking me as a true parolee’s slut while the other came in my ass, overfilling me until all I could do was moan.

I love being used and can’t wait to be used again and again in every possible way.

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