Slack: A Day in the Life of Ford Aston

She relaxes and I push her legs open, making one fall to the floor, and then smack her open pu**y hard. My hand slips right between her legs and presses against her sex until she moans. I smack her again and now her entire ass is flaming red. Her hands do the sign for two. She lets off a sob and that means she deserves a gently probing finger around her ass**le. She squeezes her hole closed, trying to take some control back, and the next smack elicits a loud cry. “Don’t. Your ass belongs to me and if I want to play with it, I will.” I slip my finger inside and her whole body goes stiff, but she does not resist.

Victory for Ford.

I ease it out and grab her hair with the hand that has been holding her down. I force her head up by pulling and yes, sure enough, she’s got tears. “You’re defiant. I’m getting rid of you.” She stares at me, then more tears come out and she looks like she might start wailing. I flip her over quickly and then move down the bed until her ass is flush with the edge of my thigh and her legs are draped over my lap. “You can get up and leave now if you want. You’re never coming back. You refuse to submit and I’m tired of training you. It’s a waste of time.”

She’s silent for a few seconds. “Or?” she asks quietly. Her voice is small and sweet. It’s too bad, really. That she came here as a pet. I like her. But whatever her reason for being here, that in and of itself is enough to make me never want her in a serious way.

That and she’s blonde.

They’re always blonde or red because the last thing I want is any future woman I love to remind me of the shitload of pets I used up and threw away.

“Or I take away all the rules and we just f**k. All the dirty shit we’ve been doing is on the table. All of it. But when we’re done, you leave and don’t come back.”

Her eyes narrow with her glare. “Why are you such an ass**le?”

I laugh. “You can talk if you stay, but I’m not going to pretend I like you for your witty conversation. I like you for your pu**y and I’d like to f**k you tonight. I’m tired of playing. Stay and have fun or get the hell out.”

She stares up at me, then she bends her legs, points her toes, and lifts them up and back, wrapping her arms around her calves so her pu**y is open to me.

I look down at her puffy lips, all swollen with desire and red with the rush of adrenaline, and then I grab her ankles and push them towards her head so I can smack her clit. She cries out, her back arching up off the bed, and I smack her again, making her struggle to get free this time. I stand up and grab her arm before her legs can fall and then I turn her body around until her ass is hanging off the mattress, her feet on the floor.

I kick open her legs. She bites her lip and stifles a moan as I slide a finger into her sopping wet pu**y and pump her hard before inserting another finger. “Oh God,” she says, her voice heavy with desire.

“Did you get yourself off when you went home this morning?” She writhes as my fingers sweep back and forth against her sweet spot, then slide up and down her slit, rubbing her clit, creating the hard friction that has her panting out, “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Yes, you did?”

“No,” she gasps as I thrust into her. “No, I didn’t, but I want to come,” she says in desperation, looking me in the eye. “Right now.”

“No one’s stopping you, pet.” I lean down and tickle her nub with my tongue and suck until she screams and tries to clamp her knees closed. I push against her inner thighs and spread her wide open, sucking on her folds, her lips, her clit, and then tongue f**k her pu**y until she gushes into my mouth and twists so hard she breaks free. Her knees slide to the floor as her chest rests on the bed.

I take advantage of her presentation and stand her up so her ass is in the air and her lips are peeking through her closed thighs.

It’s my turn to say, “Yes.” Because this is how I like my women. I grab a condom from the nightstand, tear the wrapper open, and slide it down my cock. Then I stand up, lift her up by the knees and set them back down on the bed so her ass is at my waist. “Keep your head down and your ass up,” I command. She’s trying to answer me when I thrust into her, rocking her forward, her face sliding against the sheets. I smack her red ass and she yelps, squirming to get away. But I grab the front of her thighs and pull her towards me, burying myself inside her, all the way up to my balls. I f**k her like that, her crying out with each spanking, wriggling, only to have my arms clamp down on her—holding her still as she moans—begging me to make her come again.

My balls begin to tighten and just before I explode I reach around and stroke her clit, sending her into a screaming fit of “Oh, oh ohhhhh.” I push her forward on the bed and then collapse next to her as I try to catch my breath.

My day suddenly sucks a little less.

I close my eyes and before I know it, I’m blinking awake as this f**king pet tries to rest her head on my chest.

I push her off me and sit up. “Time to go, girl. Out.”

I don’t wait for an answer, hell I don’t even know if she’s awake. I just get up and go to the bathroom, slipping the condom off and throwing it into the toilet before I start the shower. I glance down at the clock on my vanity. Fuck, it’s only eleven. I waited all f**king day for forty-five minutes of sex.

It’s hardly worth it.

“Mind if I join you,” the ex-pet asks from the doorway. She’s leaning against the door jamb, twirling her hair like she’s trying to be sexy.