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True Self: Chapter Three
“Damn,” Kyle said as he pulled his thick white cock out of my ass. He had dumped his second load of the day into me, and as usual, it left me wanting more. It had been three days straight that he had used me as his cum dumpster.
“Finally,” I said as I pulled myself together and buttoned my jeans.
“Shut up,” Kyle said as he buckled his belt. “You love it, and you know it, so quit the tough, sarcastic act.”
He was right, of course. I had loved every moment of his thick, long cock fucking my ass relentlessly and without mercy. Kyle didn’t care about my well-being or if I had got off, all he had cared about was getting his. If I got off to it, then so be it.
But he wasn’t the man in charge like he acted either. “I might like it,” I said as I stepped close to him. “But remember who is pulling your string, you little puppet!”
Kyle’s face twisted into anger. He had tried to outsmart Ryan and didn’t send him a daily video.
Kyle threatened never to send another video or picture when Ryan confronted him, claiming Ryan had nothing on him.
Even now, as Kyle held his phone and started to send the latest video, I had to smile. “She looked good,” I said as I walked out of the broken-down office of the abandoned warehouse.
