Over the course of the next month Emily starts changing, at first her behaviour, going out more, coming home later. Then, gradually, her appearance, tighter clothing, shorter skirts, deeper cleavage. “Sir likes showing me off, letting people know I’m his slut. He says that if you’re good he might give you stories of him sharing me.”
She continues to come home full of fake cum, pushing your face between her legs or cheeks every time. “I’m getting better at giving up my ass, though I’ve had to promise to never let you fuck anything but my hand without Sirs permission.” She groans as you lick her clean, both her holes leaking tonight. Not that that’s really an option, with how quickly you dribble your load when she tells her stories of “the man with a cock twice your size”. The fact that she calls it a cock, and never calls yours anything other than a penis only adding to how hot you find it.
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The next Monday, before you head to work, you teasingly ask; “You think I could get pictures of this pretend man?”
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