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A Girl Becomes a Pet for a cpl  

threeisonederful 58M
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6/17/2019 4:06 am
A Girl Becomes a Pet for a cpl


When people see us, I know what's on their minds. I know because a few brave souls have come right out and asked me. What is a fit, slender, beautiful girl doing with some older guy (some think it is the guy I am with others look confused as I hold both they arms when out with both which not a lot) and who is at least twenty years her senior in age? Sometimes I tell them the truth. Other times, I just say, "the heart wants what the heart wants." Most never guess I am for both of them.

What am I talked about? I am talking about how being my neighbours' pet slut. Yes. I belong to both Mr and Mrs Darcy Grey. I am their pet. I am their slut. I am theirs. Yes. Both of them own me. How do you ask? Well, let me tell you.

The first week of summer break of my year at college, when I was home from school, my parents went on a second honeymoon to Europe for a few months. They wanted to hit several countries. Since I wasn't a big partier, they trusted me with their house.

Mrs Darcy Grey is a plump woman, short with bleached blond hair and dark roots. I would say, at this time, She's in her mid-forties. I think my mom asked her to check in on me. So, I guess, you could say, she is to blame for my descent into depravity. Anyway, I digress.

I'm an athletic type. My legs are kind of thick and muscular. My stomach is flat and my breasts, well they aren't all that big. Sometimes, I can go without a bra because they are so firm, you know? So, one day, I'm in the backyard doing some yoga, when Mrs Darcy Grey comes by.

"Oh Jenny honey, good you're home." She said as she came into the back garden.

I was in a downward facing position. I groaned not wanting to interrupt my routine, but my mother always told me never to be rude. So I righted myself and plastered on a smile. "Hi, Mrs Darcy Grey. Everything okay?"

"Yes. Everything's fine hon. I was just wondering." She stepped closer to me. She sort of invaded my personal space. It felt awkward. "You do all that stretching stuff. Is that yoga?" She waved her hand at the mat I used.

I nodded. "Yeah." I tilted my head. "Have you ever done it before?" I asked with empathy in my voice.

Mrs Darcy Grey smiled. "With an ass like this, you think I do yoga?" She snickered. "But I'm interested in it. Would you mind if I watched you a little bit? If it doesn't look that hard, maybe I could try it."

My mother had instilled a politeness into me that left me with a crippling inability to say no. So, I agreed and went through several poses for Mrs Darcy Grey to watch. Each time I changed a pose and explained it, she would nod. She even complimented me on how flexible I was.

Each compliment spurred me to try a different, harder, pose. I got a really good work out with Mrs Darcy Grey watching. It became a routine. Mrs Darcy Grey started to come by each day and watched me do yoga. Each time she provided me with positive feedback for each pose. I grew to enjoy it really.

About two weeks into this, Mrs Darcy Grey wasn't so positive. "You know Jenny," She said one day standing over me while I was doing a bridge move. "You got a lot higher yesterday." She frowned at me.
My insides twisted. I really wanted to impress Mrs Darcy Grey. Something inside me urged me to lift my tired body up higher. She placed her hand on my spine and pushed up. "There you go." She praised. It washed over me, and I smiled.

She did this a few more times. Not everyone poses at first. It started as maybe every five poses. But as the days wore on, Mrs Darcy Grey had more to say. She soon touched me during every pose and criticized my form. She pushed me harder. Mind you; the woman never did a pose in her life. Yet, I took to heart everything she said. I wanted to be perfect. I wanted her approval.

"I think its working." She said one day after a particularly hard work out where she had me hold poses longer than ever before.

I dripped with sweat. "What's working?" I asked perplexed as I drank some water.

She stepped closer and ran her hand down my arms. "You're getting more toned."

I shivered at her touch. At this point, it had become common and not all that weird. I thought nothing of it.

The next day she touched me again after the workout. She chose my thigh and pointed out how tight it was. The day after that it was my butt. She lingered. She squeezed, and I have to admit, it felt good. I was young. I didn't see a lot of action.

"I think its time for a swim. Don't you?" She suggested with a bright smile.

"Yeah," I said. It was a particularly hot day. "You got a suit?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No, I just like to watch you."

I probably should have thought twice about it when she followed me into the house. I didn't. I should have really thought something was up when she followed me upstairs. I didn't. In my defence, Mrs Darcy Grey had been around so much, I had gotten used to her just being there when I did things. It wasn't until she was in my room with me that alarm bells went off.

"Uh, Mrs Darcy Grey." I looked at her curiously.

She just smiled brightly at me and went to my dresser where I keep my underwear. "Yes?" She opened the top drawer and sifted through my panties as if this was something she did every day.

"What are you doing?" I stepped closer to her my cheeks flamed in embarrassment.

"I'm getting you a swimsuit of course." She said nonchalantly.

I reddened when she pulled out a pair of my panties. They were black and lacy. She giggled. I reached for them mortified.

She pulled them away. "Oh don't be shy. It's just us girls." She tossed them back inside.

She closed my drawer and went to my bedside stand. "No!" I yelled.

Too late; Mrs Darcy Grey had it open and found my stash. Everyone knows the night bedside stand is a sacred domain. It's private. Not to Mrs Darcy Grey. From that day forth, I would have nothing private from Mrs Darcy Grey.

My cheeks blazed bright red as she pulled out my sex toys. I should admit here that I had limited sexual experience but, for as long as I could remember, leaned toward some darker fantasies. Or well, dark for a 19-year-old with one previous sexual partner. I would learn later my fantasies were downright vanilla compared to now.

Mrs Darcy Grey pulled out a set of handcuffs and my bullet<b> vibrator. </font></b>She looked at me blank faced.

I froze. I didn't know what to do. It only got worse when she pulled out my bondage magazine. I stood mute. I shied my eyes away as if it pained me to look at the items.

"You keep this kind of stuff in your mother's house?" She accused.

The way she said it made it sound so, so, dirty.

I swallowed. I couldn't respond. What was I going to say? No? No, I don't keep porn, a vibrator, and handcuffs at my mother's house? She had them right there.

Because I was looking away and pretty lost in my own head, I didn't notice that she stepped toward me. I did hear the clicks though. And when my head snapped back, she had handcuffed one of my hands and reached for the other.

Mrs Darcy Grey spun me around, and before I could react, she had my hands cuffed behind my back. "What-what-what are you doing?" I tried to pull away, but she had a hold of the cuffs.

"Oh come on now Jenny." Her voice dropped an octave and went to an authoritative tone. It caused me to freeze.

"Mrs Darcy Grey?" My voice shook.

"What kind of girl keeps handcuffs and a<b> vibrator </font></b>at her mother's house?" Mrs Darcy Grey chastised. "And that magazine!" she clucked her tongue. I could see her shaking her head at me.

She had the disapproving tone she used so many times before when she corrected my form. It was that tone that pushed me to stretch further, push harder, and to please her. It now only pushed me deeper into shame.

"I just-"

"Shut up." She spat out, and I did. "I'll tell you what kind of A slutty kind you are, Jenny. Are you a slut?"

"No." I whimpered. My face was beetroot red with shame. My body, however, my body thrummed with arousal which confused me because, until that point in time, I thought I was straight.

Mrs Darcy Grey tugged at the cuffs causing my back to arch. She knew I was flexible, so she held me there. I tried my best to remain balanced. She looked down at me. "Do you want me to tell your mom about this?" She asked. "Your mom is such a good Christian woman. She is at church almost every day praying for you. Is this why? Does she know you're a deviant?"
"What?" My eyes went wide with that comment. "No! I'm not."

Mrs Darcy Grey covered my mouth. "Shhhh." She pulled me down a bit more by the cuffs, and my body arched painfully. "I won't tell her all about her deviant and depraved if you show me how you play with this stuff."

Her voice was wicked. It dripped with sensuality. I was in shock. I was aroused. She clearly saw that as my nipples pushed into my sports bra.

She peeled her hand from my mouth. "What do you say, Jenny? Will you show me how slutty and nasty you are like you showed me yoga?"

I really didn't want my mom to find out about my stuff. My mom was devout. She would disown me if she knew I wasn't a virgin anymore. I couldn't imagine what she would do if she knew I was drawn to kink. "Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey." I conceded.

Mrs Darcy Grey released me and uncuffed me. I rubbed my wrists and eyed the red marks. It was nothing that would last too long.

I stood awkwardly for a moment unsure what to do next. Mrs Darcy Grey took a seat in my desk chair. She held the cuffs and the vibrator, but I felt her green eyes on me. It sent my stomach into knots.

"Well?" She said.

I couldn't look at her. It was too much. "I don't know what you want me to do," I admitted.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Come here." She waved a hand at me.

I stepped closer to her. I stood inches from her. Her head was just below my small breasts.

"First of all," she began. "You're a slut. You have too many clothes on for a slut. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey." I blushed. I didn't agree I was a slut but it seemed like the only appropriate response.

"I like that." She said as she reached for my sports bra. She stood up and tugged it over my head. I didn't fight her. "From now on, everything I tell you, you will respond with 'Mrs. Darcy Grey' at the end. Is that understood?"

My breasts, though small, still had a little bounce to them once freed from the tight sports bra. Mrs Darcy Grey eyed them with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey," I responded. My stomach flipped as I covered my exposed breasts.

She batted my hands away. "Well that's silly, isn't it? You're a slut." She admonished me. "You're going to masturbate in front of me, and you think hiding your sweet bitty titties is going to award you some sort of dignity? Sluts don't have dignity. You will learn this."

I blushed so hard it felt like my cheeks were on fire. I lowered my arms to my sides.
Mrs Darcy Grey sat back down. "That is so much better. So much sluttier. I am pleased." She announced.

For some reason, that thrilled me. It thrilled me in a sense I never would have imagined. Her praise called to my submissive side that was beyond eager to get out.

However, I stood before her topless, unmoving.

"Well." She said again.

"I don't know what to do," I admitted. "Mrs Darcy Grey," I added after that. It felt so silly. I had no idea what she wanted from me. She had spent the last few days or even weeks telling me positions to get into. I had to admit, I got accustomed to following her orders.

She sighed again. "Okay, slut. How about I tell you what to do okay?"

"Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey." The embarrassment had my body anxious for some sort of stimulation. My arousal around my embarrassment confused me to no end.

"Don't worry." She smiled as she sat back a little bit. "I will train you to be a good proper slut, Jenny. Start by touching yourself."

At first, I wanted to object. I wanted to tell her I wasn't a slut. However, when my mouth opened an objection didn't come out. "Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey." I had just gotten so used to obeying her.

Slowly, my right hand came up to my right breast. I cupped it and squeezed it slightly. I looked at the floor and tried to imagine my ex-boyfriend, Tyler, doing it, so I closed my eyes. I palmed my breast for a few seconds and tried to forget she was in the room.

"No no no." She interrupted my thoughts, and I stopped.

She stood up and grabbed my hand pushing it away from my breast. I gaped at her.

"You're doing it all wrong slut." She said, and I wanted to just die standing there.

"I'm sorry Mrs Darcy Grey." I had no idea why that fell out of my mouth. How could I be doing it wrong? I was supposed to be -

Oh! Mrs Darcy Grey cupped both my breasts, one in each hand. She pressed her fingers together squeezing them slightly. Then she brought her thumb to rub against my nipples. I let out a soft moan to my surprise.

"That's it slut. See." She pressed a bit harder on my nipples. "That's better right?"

"Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey." I admitted. It did. It really did.

At this point, she had called me a slut so many times in such a short period of time, I guess I dismissed it. I didn't have the gut reaction to it. I mean, I had a reaction; it made me wet, and her playing with my breasts only made me shiver with need.

Mrs Darcy Grey pulled her hand away and took each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched. I let out a squeak and lifted up onto my toes as she pressed harder. She smiled evilly. "So responsive, slut." She commented which only pushed me deeper into a submissive headspace.

"Thank you, Mrs Darcy Grey." Again, it fell out.

She pulled my nipples, and I whined. She released them for just a second before she went back to rubbing them with the tips of her fingers. Mrs Darcy Grey was intent on my face. She gripped my nipples again tighter this time, and I winced. "Look at me in the eye slut."

I did as she ordered. I grit my teeth. I whimpered as the pain shot straight to my clit.

"You like this slut?" She asked.

"Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey."

"Tell me my slut."

"I like this Mrs Darcy Grey." Oh, the shame of this. I admitted I liked my neighbour fondling me. And I did like it! I was warm all over. I liked when my older neighbour called me a slut and touched my breasts. What kind of sicko was I?

She smiled and lightened the pinching on my nipples. However, she kept her fingers there. She playfully rolled them, and I let out another moan of pleasure. I held her gaze though it was really hard.

"I like it too Jenny." It felt wrong when she used my name then. Had I gotten accustomed to her little nickname for me already? "I like small breasted sluts. They tend to be more sensitive."

"Mmmmm." I closed my eyes and rocked her touch. It felt so good to be touched by expert hands. Tyler's hands never made me feel that good.

Mrs Darcy Grey liked girls? That shocked me. It made no sense. She was married. I licked my bottom lip when she tightened the pinch on my nipples again. I lifted up on my toes once more.

"Your little nipples would look so pretty with clover clamps on them slut." She commented. "Do you have clover clamps?"

Clover clamps? What were clover clamps? "No Mrs Darcy Grey."

"Pity." She frowned. "Are you wet slut?" She asked me suddenly.

My eyes opened wide. "What?" I asked my self-straining from the pain and pleasure combination I felt.

If possible, she clamped her fingers harder around my nipples. "Try again." She said through clenched teeth.

"Ahhhh." It hurt, but it also felt so good. I danced from one foot to the other. "What, Mrs Darcy Grey?" I said in a higher octave than I had ever spoken in before.

"Slut. Are. You. Wet?" She asked slower this time. Her voice dripped with commands.

"Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey. Yes." I admitted wanting the pain to stop; desperate for it to stop.

She snickered and released my nipples. It hurt almost as much when the blood returned to them. I slumped forward a bit and found I breathed heavily.

"Show me my slut." She demanded.

I hesitated. Mrs Darcy Grey' hands came back to my nipples quickly, and she pulled this time. Mrs Darcy Grey vice-like fingers had my peach nipples, and she yanked me down to my knees. I cried out.

"I do not like repeating myself, slut. Do not make me do it again."

"Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey." I whimpered, and she let me go.

Timidly, as I was extremely embarrassed by being so horny because of my old-lady neighbour, I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my yoga pants. I slipped them down and stepped out of them. I stood in front of her naked. My hands immediately went to my pussy, covering it.

She frowned. "It's all hairy." Mrs Darcy Grey complained.

Her disapproval sent a flush through me. "I-I-I'm sorry Mrs Darcy Grey." The need to correct it, to correct whatever she found unpleasing surged through me. This only made my head spin in confusion further.

"I can see why you want to hide it." She grumbled before swiping my hands away.

I stood there again with my arms hanging awkwardly at my sides while my neighbour inspected my body. She squeezed my hips. She ran a hand over my stomach. Each time her fingers grazed my skin it tingled from my toes to my clit and up into my head.

I felt her eyes on me. I hung my head in shame. How could I like this? How could I let her do this? What was wrong with me?

"Well, spread them apart slut. I can't tell if you are wet with you all clamped up like that." She slapped at my thighs like she had done many times before. "Be a good slut spread your legs." This time it felt so much more erotic. This time it sent a shiver through me.

"Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey." I slowly moved my feet apart.

"More slut." Mrs Darcy Grey continued to slap at me. The skin of my thighs turned pink.

I did as she asked. Before I knew it, my legs were more than shoulder-width apart. This caused my puffy outer labia to part. Cool air tickled my moist flesh, and her hand was on my sex.

I gasped. Mrs Darcy Grey pressed her palm against the mound and slipped two of her fingers down my slit. "That's a good slut. I knew you were a good slut." She praised me and it only made sink deeper into the need for approval.

I shivered. I was beyond wet. My lower lips were swollen and slick. Mrs Darcy Grey' fingers glided between the puffy lips to find the warm inner ones. She swirled her fingers around, and my knees buckled. She laughed. I reddened.

My mind swirled with how I got here. How did I wind up naked in front of my neighbour? How did I wind up naked with my neighbour’s hand on my pussy? Oh god! I squeaked. How did I wind up with my neighbour’s fingers inside me?

"Yes. That's a good slut, Jenny." She praised me. It felt good. Why did it feel good? Probably because her fingers were sliding in and out of me while her thumb pressed against my clit.

My heart picked up the pace. My breathing sped up. I closed my eyes. It felt so good.

Click.

My eyes opened, and I saw Mrs Darcy Grey's phone in her hand. "What?"

Click.

She pushed three fingers deep into me, and I groaned. I bent my knees slightly when she pushed them deep into me.

"Please." I moaned.

"More, slut?" She asked and then she pressed her thumb harder against my clit. I felt my walls tighten around her fingers. Mrs Darcy Grey opened her fingers wide in my very wet pussy. It felt so weird and so good.

"No." I gasped. "Mrs Darcy Grey," I remembered. "Please," I said in between thrusts of her fingers.

"No?" She pouted. Click. "Is that what you really mean slut?" She asked.

She wiggled all three fingers inside me and my hips bucked against her hand. "Mrs Darcy Grey," I whined.

"Is it really what you mean Jenny-slut?" She asked as she worked my cunt with three fingers and her thumb circled my clit. "I will stop. All you have to do is say it slut. Say stop and I will." She accented it by wiggling her fingers more. This time she hit that spot.

I had heard about a g-spot, I had never experienced its effects when stimulated. I had never found it. Mrs Darcy Grey was an expert. She curled her fingers just right and stroked a ball of nerves that sent me trembling on my feet unsure my legs would hold me.

"No!" I yelled. "Please, Mrs Darcy Grey don't stop. Oh, God! Mrs Darcy Grey, please don't."

She snickered, and I heard a boop noise. "That's what I wanted to hear from my slut."

Mrs Darcy Grey removed her fingers from me, and I was left humping the air. I panted wildly. Wide-eyed I begged her without saying a word. She merely snickered at me.

I had asked her not to stop. Why had she stopped? I was desperate for her to continue. I did what she wanted. Why did she stop?
"Are you a slut?" She asked me as she took hold of my nipples again.

I hissed and took in a deep breath. "Yes! Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey."

She twisted them, and I lifted up one leg. For some reason, my aroused brain told me this would alleviate the pain. It didn't. "I have the pictures to prove it don't I slut?" She reminded me.

My face went hot. I blushed again. I panted while Mrs Darcy Grey held my nipples so firmly I thought she was going to rip them off. "Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey."

"Do you want me to show them to your mother?" She asked coyly.

"No!" I shouted quickly. "No Mrs Darcy Grey."

She snickered again and released my sore nipples. They ached and were a bright red at that point. "Good girl. Such a good slut." She pointed to the bed. "Lay on your back and spread your legs wide. I want to see how this<b> vibrator </font></b>works for you as my slut."

I whined, but as she narrowed her eyes, I all but sprinted the three feet to my bed. She followed me much slower while I assumed the position she asked.

She ran her fingers up my shin toward my knee. She slipped her hand over my inner thigh and then cupped my mound. "I don't like hair on my slut's pussy I like to eat without." She sneered.

"Sorry, Mrs Darcy Grey." When did I become hers?

"You will clean this for me tonight and underarms also." She ordered.

"Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey."

"Tomorrow's yoga will be at my house." She informed me as she slipped a finger into my dripped sex.

I groaned and lifted my chin. "Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey."

"I will inspect you for hair slut. I want none of it on you only your head." She explained once more pressing her thumb against my clit.

"Ahhh." I pulled my knees up and bucked my hips toward her hand. "Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey." I bit out.

It was like an electric shock. The cool plastic touched my clit almost simultaneously with Mrs Darcy Grey flicking it on. My entire body jolted on the bed as she let the vibration linger ever so slightly on my clit.

Mrs Darcy Grey worked three fingers into me again while her other hand controlled the<b> vibrator. </font></b>I panted and moaned unable to control my sexual responses to the woman. It felt dirty. It felt so wrong. I was so ashamed that I submitted to my older neighbour. I acted like a wanton slut and humped her hand. I couldn't stop myself.

"Good little slut." She cooed as the squishing sounds of her fingers filled my ears. Her words spurred me on. I wanted to please her mother than anything.

Her fingers pushed in, and out of me so deep her knuckles pressed the<b> vibrator </font></b>harder against my clit. The stimulation drove me deeper and deeper into the submissive rabbit hole. I was a slut. I was her slut.

I shook my head from side to side as my body tightened. She turned up the speed on my<b> vibrator. </font></b>I reached up and tugged at my own nipples. I was lost now.

My brain had fogged with hedonistic pleasure as she pushed me to the edge. My legs trembled as she curled her fingers against the bundle of nerves deep in my walls. "That's a good slut. You will be a good slut for me, Jenny." She praised.

"Yes." I gasped pinching and twisting my nipples the way she had. "Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey."

She snickered and pulled her hand out of my cunt and the<b> vibrator </font></b>away. I humped the air for a good few seconds desperate to get that feeling back. I blinked confusedly. I sat up on my elbows.

Mrs Darcy Grey smirked at me. "You didn't ask."

Dumbfounded. "Ask. For. What. Mrs Darcy Grey." Each word separated by an intake of air.

"Silly slut. Sluts cant cum without permission. You have to ask me." She placed the<b> vibrator </font></b>back on my clit in a low dull setting.

I groaned and threw my head back. My body flopped back onto the bed. "Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey." I had calmed slightly with the missed stimulation, but I amped up very quickly. It wasn't long before I writhed with her touch and the vibration.

She went right back to three fingers. They moved so easily within me. She had stretched me a bit by then, and before I knew it, I was fuller than before. She had a fourth finger in me. "What a good slut you are. You want to take my whole hand you greedy cunt." She taunted me.

It did nothing but make my cries of passion louder. It wasn't long before I bucked against Mrs Darcy Grey' hand. "Mrs Darcy Grey!" I cried with urgency.

She pulled everything away. I was left again humping air. Out of breath, I whined. "I asked." I pleaded with her.

"Yes, but I didn't give permission." She clarified and reached for my nipples. Her slick fingers felt so warm as she pinched and teased me. She spread my pussy juice over my sensitive breasts covering my nipples.

I squeezed my legs together rubbing my thighs trying to desperately send myself over while she pulled and twisted my nipples. I writhed on the bed turning away from her and toward her wicked hands.

It wasn't long before she smacked my legs open again. "Come now. I want more play time with my slut. Don't you?" She teased.

"Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey." I replied eagerly and just as eagerly parted my legs lewdly. It didn't take much cajoling. I was hers. I was her slut.

Mrs Darcy Grey took out her phone and snapped another picture before I could stop her. "Please Mrs Darcy Grey," I begged. Though at that point in time, I wasn't sure what I was begging for, did I want her to stop taking pictures or did I want her to resume her torment?

She smiled and pressed the<b> vibrator </font></b>on the highest speed against my clit hard. "Is that what you asked for slut?" She asked as if she could read my thoughts. "Saying, Of course, I will give you more when you behave." She teased.

I squealed and arched my back. "Oh God!" My eyes were wide and stared into nothingness. "Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey! Please, Mrs. Darcy Grey! Jesus! Please, Mrs Darcy Grey."

Four of her fingers buried in my cunt and she worked me hard. She pushed them in and out of me while held that<b> vibrator </font></b>to my clit. "Tell me." She urged. "Tell me what you are, and I will allow you to cum." She taunted.

"I'm a slut!" I said without hesitation. "I am your slut, Mrs Darcy Grey."

"Good slut. Again." She urged and pulled her fingers apart within me.

I screamed so close to orgasm, my abs tightened. I didn't know how much longer I could hold off with so much stimulation. "Slut!" I cried out. "Please. Mrs Darcy Grey. Slut. I am your slut!"

"You may cum then my slut." She rammed her fingers in and out of me with force. The<b> vibrator </font></b>hummed against my clit angrily. I wailed in ecstasy. I was so far down the rabbit hole. To this day, I don't think I ever came out.

It didn't take long after given permission, but I did cum. I came harder than I ever had in my life. It rumbled through my body. It started from my toes and whooshed out of my pussy when it clamped around Mrs Darcy Grey's fingers. It travelled up my spine and into my head. I saw stars. I couldn't breathe I came so hard. I cried. And Mrs Darcy Grey has it all on her phone.

"I will not allow my husband to fuck my ass. I am a proper lady. I don't give blowjobs." She sneered the words.

After I came down from my orgasmic haze, I was consumed with remorse. Shame filled me. Mrs Darcy Grey hung around and held me and praised my sluttish nature. She told me how proud of me she was. I had to admit, it helped. It didn't take it away, but it helped me continue.

Mrs Darcy Grey told me I needed to rest. Then you needed to clean me up. She gave me specific instructions on how to shave my sex. She touched my over-sensitive flesh each time she gave an order. I agreed with everything. I may have been out of the orgasm haze, but I seemed to cling to the submissive headspace.

When she left, I felt empty. The only thing I thought to do to ease the feeling of loss was to do her chores. So, the first thing I did was try to take a nap. I couldn't. The images of what she had done to me were too fresh. Not to mention, my body was still sore.

So, I did the next best thing. Mrs Darcy Grey didn't say I had to sleep. She said I had to rest. So I drew myself a bath. She had said that was the best time to shave anyway. I used all the lavender and calming stuff I could think of for my bath.

When I went to shave, I found my lips were not only sore but swollen. I wondered if Mrs Darcy Grey' knuckles had bruised me. It didn't matter though. I did what she asked of me. I shaved smooth for her.

Once done with the bath, my muscles felt so much better. Between the workout and the use, I needed that bath. I found myself grateful for Mrs Darcy Grey. When I went downstairs, there was a note.

My Pet Slut,

I permit you to eat a chicken breast on a bed of romance lettuce with some oil and vinegar. You may use dry spices on your chicken. You can add green peppers and some cucumbers to bulk up your salad. You will only drink water for the rest of the night. You will spend exactly one-hour watching Netflix, a program of your choosing. You may surf the internet for lesbian BDSM porn stories, not videos, only stories. I want you to read four of them before you go to sleep. You will use your<b> vibrator </font></b>but do not have permission to cum. Once you have finished your stories, you will go to bed. In the morning you will have a toasted English muffin with peanut butter and a banana protein shake. Once you finish, come to my house for your inspection and yoga. Wear the black lacy panties and a beach to have some cover-up that is all.

Mrs Darcy Grey.

My cheeks flushed. I held the note in a shaking hand. Mrs Darcy Grey had just dictated the rest of my night and the next morning. I didn't have to decide anything. It was all laid out for me. Why did I take comfort in that?

After my dinner, I found that I had no interest in watching the show I was permitted. I wondered if I could skip that step in favour of going right to the stories. Something told me I had better follow the instructions as laid out. So, I put on something stupid that I could ignore.

Exactly one hour later, I went up to my room with my laptop. I sat on my bed and searched for stories. It was harder than I thought. I wanted to find good ones, ones that would make Mrs Darcy Grey proud. After a few lines, I would disregard one and start another. It wasn't right.

I settled on one story of an older woman and a younger girl. I turned the<b> vibrator </font></b>on low. As I read, I rubbed it across my clit and against my opening. As I read the nasty things, the woman said to the younger girl I imagined them in Mrs Darcy Grey voice. My imagination only made it harder for me to keep the<b> vibrator </font></b>on my clit without orgasming.

After the first story, I took a break; just a few minutes to settle down. Halfway through the second story, I needed to stop or else I would explode. By the thirst story, I had to stop every second paragraph or so. It was too much.

After the fourth story, I was clawing at the sheets of my bed. I had switched to lying on my belly. I humped the<b> vibrator </font></b>which I held in my hand as I pressed it into my mound. I moaned audibly. It was torture of my making. However, a voice in the back of my mind told me this vision of me would make Mrs Darcy Grey proud. That made it all right.

I wanted to read more. I wanted to do more. I couldn't though. It was all I was permitted. I went to bed naked. I don't know why. Perhaps it was because I hadn't been given instructions on what to wear. Falling asleep was hard. My sore pussy was so sensitive to everything.
If I squeezed my thighs, it tingled. If I spread my legs, the cool air tickled it. I felt like an exposed nerve trying to sleep.

The next morning I awoke way too early. I awoke just as the sun came up. That was not like me at all. I had this sexual tension I had never experienced before. I was eager.

I wanted to go straight to Mrs Darcy Grey. However, It was too early. I couldn't do that yet. So, instead, I was slow at making my breakfast. I stared at my laptop as I did. I wanted to read more. I wanted to learn more about Mrs Darcy Grey' world.

But, I didn't have permission to do that. I didn't have permission to do anything but have breakfast and get dressed. Well, I assumed that going to the bathroom and attending to hygiene was a given. So, I lingered on those tasks as well.

At around 9 am, I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed my yoga mat, clad in my black lacy panties and a long T-shirt I stepped out of my house. With my chin high, since no one could tell just by looking at me that I was a slut. I walked down the path of our house to head over to the Darcy Grey' house.

Mr Darcy Grey, a large man with a beer belly, and a lot of body hair were outside. He knelt while tinkering with a sprinkler in their lawn. My cheeks turned pink when I saw him. A long time ago I had thought he was a cheating husband. Wasn't what Mrs Darcy Grey had done with me being considered cheating? Guilt crept into my mind.

"Hi there Jenny," He waved a hand to me kindly.

"Hi, Mr Darcy Grey." I diverted my eyes trying not to look as guilty as I felt.

With a grunt, Mr Darcy Grey lifted himself to a standing position. He dusted his dirty hands off on his sweatpants. "What you got there?" He pointed to my yoga mat.

"Oh," I had forgotten I carried it. "It's for yoga. Mrs Darcy Grey, she's been." I paused. She's been watching me do yoga. That sounded funny coming from my lips. So I cleared my throat. "I have been showing Mrs Darcy Grey how to do yoga." That sounded better.

He grinned. "Oh right." Mr Darcy Grey nodded. "She told me."

Relieved I let out a sigh. "Is Mrs Darcy Grey up yet?"

He approached me and entered my personal space. I wanted to step back. I had never been this close to him before. His belly grazed my hip. His large, rough hand came to my buttocks, and I gasped.

He snickered and offered it a squeeze. "She likes when her sluts wake her up." He whispered in my ear.

I was mortified. I stood frozen as Mr Darcy Grey squeezed and pinched my young ass. "I I I." I stammered.

He chuckled and pushed me forward. "She showed me it all slut from the phone. I know how dirty you are." He pinched my ass harder, and I whined.

"B-b-but." I didn't know what to say. I felt betrayed. I felt sick. I felt aroused. I told myself it was because his hand was on my ass. I told myself it was because of the videos.

I stumbled into his house while Mr Darcy Grey kept a firm grip on my ass cheek. "Shhhh slut." He whispered once we were in the house.

Mr Darcy Grey directed me to the foot of the stairs. He guided me pushing my ass forward forcing my legs to move. I shook while he slipped his fingers closer to the crack in my behind.

"My wife likes her sluts naked and quiet in the morning. She showed me that you are a good slut, so be a good slut now and do what my wife likes." He instructed.

I gawked at him from over my shoulder. He couldn't be serious. I was Mrs Darcy Grey ' slut. Had I just thought that? My cheeks burned. I gulped. "Mr Darcy Grey."

Mr Darcy Grey took his free hand and cupped my cheek. He looked me directly in my eye, and I had to lower my gaze. He had the same intense look as Mrs Darcy Grey. It made me squirm. So did his fingers inching between my ass cheeks.

He stroked my face and placed his dirty thumb over my lips. I trembled in his grasp. He was gentle with one hand and so much rougher with the other. It made my knees weak, and my confused body responded the only way it seemed to know how it thrummed with arousal.

"You see, my wife and I share our pets sluts. So you have your choice slut. You can stay down here and please me, or you can go wake my wife first then please me after. Both options will delight her. Obviously," He then took his hand from my face and placed it over my own hand. He then guided my hand to his crotch, and I felt the large bulge. "I have a preference."

I gasped at him. He didn't release my hand. Instead, Mr Darcy Grey pressed it further against the growing erection in this thin sweatpants. He used my hand to stroke him, and I didn't protest. I just whined.

His mouth came to my ear, and he bit my lower lobe. The zing of it shot through me, and my nipples became erect. My clit twitched. His warm breath tickled my ear when he spoke. "You are a good slut. If you keep being a good slut, we will keep your slutty secret from your mother. You want that right slut?"

Mrs Darcy Grey must have told him about the trigger she had discovered in the word slut. It was like a drug that got me high on submission. Each time it was mentioned so slipped into the rabbit hole.

"Yes, Mr Darcy Grey." I agreed. I agreed to be his slut, to be Mrs Darcy Grey slut. I agreed that they would keep my secret.

With my agreement, he kissed my neck. His teeth grazed my skin. He used his hand to collar my throat. I groaned while he slipped the other hand around from my ass to my hip. He kept travelling and soon it was under the thin shirt I used as a cover-up.

At the base of the Darcy Grey stairway, Mr Darcy Grey had me stroking his cock through his pants while he pressed his palm against my panty-clad sex. He nipped at my neck. I breathed heavily. The erotic endorphins fired in my brain, and I lost all sense of decency. I was a slut. Sluts had no decency.
"You're a wet slut." He commented as his finger pressed into my slit through the panties we both don’t want you to wear any underwear again is that clear no bra and panties ever.

They weren't much of a barrier any how to him. Also the panties were thin any how. My moisture easily soaked through the flimsy fabric. I nodded. "Yes. Mr Darcy Grey."

A throaty chuckle came from him in my ear. It spurred a desire for him within me. My knees buckled slightly and his erection nestled between my ass cheeks when my hand moved from it. Mr Darcy Grey applied pressure to my pelvis and pushed me back against it. "Eager little slut aren't you?" He teased as his finger slipped between the flimsy barrier and slid along the moisture of my slit.

"Yes. Mr Darcy Grey." I agreed. In hindsight, I probably agreed on a bit too readily.

"Good slut." He praised, and it had the same effect in his deep baritone as it had when Mrs Darcy Grey said it. I was such a weakling when it came to their praises. Apparently, I would do anything to receive it. Something the Darcy Grey seemed to take as their personal mission to prove over the next few years.

"Well isn't this a delightful thing to see first thing in the morning," Mrs Darcy Grey announced as she descended the stairs.

I froze. I looked up at Mrs Darcy Grey terrified. Sure Mr Darcy Grey had said they shared but did they? Would I get in trouble?

Mr Darcy Grey chuckled and pinched my outer pussy lips, and I immediately shook as my eyes rolled back into my head. Mrs Darcy Grey came to the front of me. "I approve slut; you followed directions in the dress at least."

Mr Darcy Grey explored my pussy further. His first wide digit slipped into my slit followed by a 2nd. He rubbed my inner lips and tried to coax my clit from its hood. My breath came in short gasps as I tried not to fall over while he played with me. Mrs Darcy Grey intently watched me as if she were studying my reactions.

"Slow down Steve." Mrs Darcy Grey said to her husband. "We still have to inspect her."

He then did slipped a single finger inside me, and then the 2nd I gasped my eyes went wide. My mouth fell open. I reached forward and gripped his forearm. I was sure I would fall if I didn't.

"But I do so love when you bring toys home." He said as he withdrew his hand.

Mrs Darcy Grey laughed and turned toward the kitchen. "Follow me our pet slut. We have a big first day planned for you."

I followed the two of them into the kitchen. Once inside I was instructed to serve Mr and Mr Darcy Grey both coffee. Mrs Darcy Grey explained how they liked each of their cups.

I was horny as all fuck from the masturbation and denial of last night and the way Mr Darcy Grey had just teased me.

We all had coffee not my drink of choice but I drank it, I was told to stand with legs apart as they sit on bar stools looking at me.
Once they had coffee, Mrs Darcy Grey eyed me top to bottom. I stood awkwardly my gaze darting between the two who sat on the opposite sides of me at the breakfast bar table. She lifted a brow at me. My cheeks grew hot.

"She is adorable isn't she Mark." Mrs Darcy Grey commented with laughter in her eyes.

Mr Darcy Grey resumed stroking himself through his sweatpants while sipping his coffee. "A fine slut you got us, dear."

Mrs Darcy Grey sipped her coffee. The way they talked about me like I wasn't standing there made me more self-conscious than I already was. I shifted my weight from foot to foot.

"What part of the video was your favourite?" She asked him.

My heart stopped. The video. I had forgotten Mrs Darcy Grey had filmed me. My mouth went dry, and I looked at Mr Darcy Grey with pleading eyes.

Mr Darcy Grey held my gaze with an evil grin. "I loved the begging. She begs so well."

"Me too." Mrs Darcy Grey agreed. "Okay, slut." She placed her mug on the table. "When you are in our home, you will always strip as soon as the door closes. No clothes for sluts and remember we both don’t want you to wear any underwear again is that clear no bra and panties ever when you come over or out with us in the future. It gets in the way of your true nature. Doesn't it honey?"

"Absolutely." Mr Darcy Grey replied hungrily.

"Yes, Mrs Darcy Grey," I replied weakly to her order.

I bit my lip, and I whimpered. However, I didn't object. Nor say No. I then did as I was told. I peeled the shirt over my head and folded it turning to put it on the counter. Then I tugged my panties down and balled them. Foolishly, I stuffed them under my shirt.

I lowered my gaze to the floor then. I couldn't look at Mr and Mrs Darcy Grey while I was naked. I couldn't stand the intensity of Mr and Mrs Darcy Grey' eyes on me. However, I felt them. My stomach fluttered. My pussy was on fire.

Mr Darcy Grey stood and stalked toward me. He ran his hands over my arms. I got Goosebumps. His rough palms covered my breasts, and he dug his fingers in. He massaged them roughly and rocked my body back and forth. I let a moan escape my lips.

"I sometimes like bigger breasts in a slut but these will do." He said with a frown in his voice.

"Oh, they aren't that small. A good handful." Mrs Darcy Grey stood and went behind me. Her hands slithered around my waist. "She is an obedient slut I think Steve."

Mr Darcy Grey said nothing. Instead, he gripped my nipples. "Eeeeeeeeyyy." I let out when he clamped them tighter and yanked me up onto my toes. Tears welled in my eyes.

"Sensitive nipples." Mrs Darcy Grey commented. Her fingers walked toward my sex. She ran them over my outer lips and pinched and pulled at them.

I parted my thighs for her. My body temperature sky-rocketed. My hips involuntarily rolled as I was held up on the balls of my feet. Mr Darcy Grey tweaked my nipples as he pulled and released pulled and released.

"Seems so." He agreed about my nipples. "How is the cunt?"

"Take a look for yourself." Mrs Darcy Grey pulled my lips apart, and the cool air felt even colder on my bald dripping wet pussy.

I moaned wantonly as Mr Darcy Grey finger traced my inner lips. "How lovely. She hasn't seen much use." He found my clit and pinched it hard.

"Ahhhh!" I shuddered. "Please," I begged.

The two of them laughed. Each took a labia in between their fingers and pulled in opposite directions. My head fell back as it felt crowded down there. There was a myriad of fingers probing me, exploring me, and teasing me.

"What about the back?" Mr Darcy Grey asked as his finger worked inside my pussy.

I balled my fists. I gasped for breath. There wasn't enough oxygen in the room. I couldn't breathe. Dear lord I couldn't breathe. My neighbours, in their fifties, were groping me, and I wasn't stopping them. I wasn't even upset. If anything I was so into it I would have done anything for it to continue.

"I haven't looked." Mrs Darcy Grey responded. "I know how much you like a sluttish ass; on top of every thing else, plus I saved that for you."

Mr Darcy Grey swirled his finger in my back hole, as Mrs Darcy Grey was fingering my pussy and at the same time I bucked my hips into their hands. "Please," I said again. It fell on deaf ears of course. I was humiliated being spread out and teased this way by the couple. Humiliated and beyond very horny. I was a slut. It seemed to be affirmed to me with each thing that happened.

"Bend slut, touch your toes." Mrs Darcy Grey removed her hands. Mr Darcy Grey followed suit.

Immediately I missed the fullness of his finger inside my arise hole and her fingers in my pussy. I missed the feeling of their fingers touching me. I wanted it. I craved it. How depraved was I?

I did as Mrs Darcy Grey instructed. I parted my legs farther and bent forward. I touched the floor and felt the stretch in the back of my legs.

The first touch of my ass cheek caused me to jolt. I should have expected it. However, the small smooth hand of Mrs Darcy Grey was familiar first on my back. She then moved her hand and ran her nails over my ass and once again I had Goosebumps. I moaned.

Mr Darcy Grey wasn't as gently. He slapped my bum cheek on each of them, and I nearly fell forward from the first and the 2nd did not help much. He then rubbed in the sting that he left on each and then squeezed each in his hands together. I groaned and closed my eyes. It was hot as hell down in my pussy and wanted so much more attention from them.

In Fact I think I needed it more than they did, and would let them do anything they wanted to me as long as I got they hands and fingers all over me and in me.

I felt my head between legs and hands on my bum I'm not sure whose hands did it what at that stage. However, someone pulled my ass cheeks apart. I heard the sound of a drawer being opened and then felt some spit drip down my crack.

"Please," I whined when the wide digit pushed harder inside of me deeper and deeper and twisting as it went down in to me I immediately knew who was pressing against my anal opening.

Then I felt some wet cool gel on backside and rubbing sound on something at the same time the fingers was removed and I made a guess it was Mr Darcy Grey and water was run and he washed his fingers then came back. What I felt next was some more gel on my ass hole and something being pushed in to me cool yet firm in shape.

It went more and more in to me till it was all the way in, I what is that and was told by Mrs Darcy Grey that is was a toy and also some protection for fucking ones ass hole.

"Shhhh slut." Mrs Darcy Grey whispered. "I know you want it slut. You don't need to beg yet. We know we have to go slow though."

"But." I shook in anticipation. I had never had any anal anything. I was terrified. I was horny as all fuck, and they were playing with my butt.

"Yes, good slut." Mr Darcy Grey joined in. "This is your butt." He laughed, and I felt my anal ring give way, and his finger popped in. I gasped and whined louder.

"She's a smart slut." Mrs Darcy Grey mocked. She squeezed my ass cheeks. I realized then it was her who was holding them open as her head was holding my head between her legs then Mr Darcy Grey forced his two finger’s into my ass inside the toy it self.

I squeezed my eyes shut. "It hurts." My voice was incredibly weak.

At first, it felt like I needed to use the bathroom. It burned. However, it didn't take long for my ass to like it. Mr Darcy Grey twisted a few times. He pumped his fingers in and out. Within a few inward thrusts and I was moaning like a bitch in heat. My ass seemed to be a direct line to submission. My head spun.

"We will hurt you sometimes slut," Mr Darcy Grey said as he twisted his fingers. "But we will never harm you. We will never injure you. You are our slut. You are our pet. We know what is best and we want to keep you happy and you will be told how to please us daily."

My legs wobbled and my brain fogged. I felt like I was hyperventilating. "Y-y-y-yes Mr-Mr-Mr. Darcy Grey.'

"That's a good slut." Mrs Darcy Grey cooed. "You're such a good slut."

Each time she said slut my motor revved. My pussy twitched. I moaned when Mr Darcy Grey pulled his fingers out. I missed it. How disgusting was I?

"She will do nicely for us Cleo." Mr Darcy Grey slapped my ass again this time only one cheek. I cried out. My vocalization earned me two more whacks to each cheek. The stinging vibrated through my body.

"Stand up slut." Mrs Darcy Grey let me as she unclasped her legs from my head and pulled me up. It was more of a guiding. I stood up dizzy from all the touching.

The couple stood side by side in front of me. Mrs Darcy Grey wore a loose nightgown and sweat socks. Her bleached hair ruffled in a perfect bed head look. Mr Darcy Grey stroked his erection through his pants slowly.

"You are our slut." Mr Darcy Grey explained.

"Yes. Mr Darcy Grey." I agreed in a sultry voice I had never heard before from me.

"You will do all for us." what I will not do or want to do and what Mrs Darcy Grey will not do for me. Said Mr Darcy Grey said hungrily.

"Yes. Mr Darcy Grey."

We will train you to have a tight cunt." Like to eat my pussy Mrs Darcy Grey added and Mr Darcy Grey likes a young tight cunt riding his cock pointing towards my pussy and to eat a young pussy.

"Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey."

The thought of Mr Darcy Grey cock, which now I couldn't take my eyes off of both excited me and repulsed me. He wasn't attractive. He wasn't young. But I was his slut. The thought of that definitely excited me and shamed me. "Yes. Mr Darcy Grey."

"I don't eat her pussy much but you will learn to do lots." Mr Darcy Grey announced with pride. "And I don't get to fucked her in the ass either but you will enjoy it as I will do it to you."

I had never thought about sex with a woman before now it made me feel that I should do it as I was a slut and must please.

Mrs Darcy Grey said," But you will take my dildo's and have a butt plug and this butt toy inside you when here with pride won't you slut and do the things I want." Mrs Darcy Grey purred.

"Yes. Mrs Darcy Grey." I said quickly again in a voice I didn't recognize as my own.

Mr Darcy Grey pulled the band of his sweats down, and his cock sprung out. I hadn't seen many cocks in my life, but he seemed huge. It was thick and veiny. It seemed like there was a lot of skin, especially around the head.

"Get on your knees slut." Mr Darcy Grey commanded in a feral tone. "Show me how obedient you are. My wife told me how well you listened to her and I want to see it."

The added pressure of having to live up to what Mrs Darcy Grey had said had me on my knees in a flash. I crawled to him and took his hefty cock in my hand. I swallowed hard and looked up at him.

Both he and Mrs Darcy Grey looked down at me hungrily. I felt the warmth on my cheeks. I felt my stomach flop. He smelled. He smelled of musk and dirt.

"Kiss it." Mrs Darcy Grey instructed.

I puckered my lips and gave the tip a peck.
The two of them laughed at me. Embarrassment washed over me. I wanted to please my neighbours. At my core, I wanted nothing more than to make Mr and Mrs Darcy Grey proud of me.

"Deeper slut." Mr Darcy Grey offered in a husky voice.

I opened my mouth and pressed it to the tip. When I moved my mouth down onto Mr Darcy Grey' cock, it pulled back the foreskin. The salty and a bit of a urine taste was my reward. I gagged, and they laughed at me again.

"She's almost perfect." Mrs Darcy Grey said.

"Mr Darcy Grey Said" When we make her the way we want and use all her body for our pleasure and teach her to please the way we want and always only to give us pleasure over her own.

"Then She will be." Both Mr and Mrs Darcy Grey agreed.

"She's got a lot to learn and its the first day of lesson’s." Mrs Darcy Grey said

My heart sang. It was all I needed to push me further. I stretched my lips wider and pushed my head further. I had given head to Tyler before. But he was a bit thinner than Mr Darcy Grey.

I felt a hand on the back of my head. "Down and remove your hand." Mrs Darcy Grey coached me.

She pushed my head down and buried my nose in the nest of dark curls at the base of Mr Darcy Grey cock. She had forced him deep into my throat, and I gagged hard. My stomach retched when she let go, and I spit up the drool.

They laughed at me again. "Good slut. I like it sloppy." Mr Darcy Grey praised, and my heart fluttered.

Once I caught my breath, I took him back in my mouth. He was big in girth and at full length. I bobbed my head back and forth but didn't quite make it more than three-quarters of the way down. Mr Darcy Grey moaned though. I knew I was doing something right.

Again, it took the urging of Mrs Darcy Grey to push my head down as far as Mr Darcy Grey wanted. Mrs Darcy Grey held me there. My arms flailed out. I couldn't breathe. I really couldn't breathe. My lungs burned. My throat spammed.

My eyes watered and my nose ran. Finally, Mrs Darcy Grey let me go. I fell back and gasped for breath. I looked up at them pathetically. Mr Darcy Grey cock glistened from my mouth.

"Hungry slut come get your dinner." Mr Darcy Grey reached for me. "Don't get lazy now."

"Yes. Mr Darcy Grey." I got back on my knees and took a deep breath. I bobbed up and down on his cock. This time I tried to push myself. I tried to take more of him. I even twisted my head and swiped my tongue all around his uncut cock.

Mr Darcy Grey pushed his hips out. It drove his cock into my throat. I got the hint. I went down farther this time. I took him in my throat the first time by myself.

I was rewarded with pinches to my nipples. My throat quivered around Mr Darcy Grey cock, and Mr Darcy Grey groaned grabbing my ears. Mrs Darcy Grey pulled and twisted my nipples. I whined which only had Mr Darcy Grey' cock jumping in my mouth.

"She will look so pretty in nipple and labia weight clamps." Mrs Darcy Grey told him.

"Yes." He grunted. Mr Darcy Grey pulled my face back and forth while he thrust his cock in and out of my throat. Each time I gagged. I was thankful though that I got a breath in between inward motions.

"Put her on the breakfast table." Mrs Darcy Grey suggested.

In a whoosh, I was lifted from my armpits and laid on my back on the breakfast table which was some feet away. Mr Darcy Grey tugged me, and my head hung over the side. "Good idea." He said and my head was hanging over the table he then mounted my mouth as I was on my back. Mr Darcy Grey gripped my breasts as handles and started to pump vigorously into me.

The gurgles from my throat seemed only to spur him on. Mrs Darcy Grey took a position between my legs. I willingly parted them for her, and she explored my cunt again. She stroked my sheer lips.

Mrs Darcy Grey pinched my clit and slipped two fingers into me. "I think I could and should fist her Mark." She seemed excited. The thought of it made my stomach flip. I was their slut though.

Mr Darcy Grey only grunted at her. Mrs Darcy Grey resumed playing with me. She pressed my clit and pulled it. All the while she pushed two fingers into me in time with Mr Darcy Grey thrusts into my throat.

Drool covered my face. Snot was in my hair. Mr Darcy Grey showed no mercy. I was dizzy. I was foggy. I was a submissive slut play-thing for them. Mrs Darcy Grey worked a third finger in me, and I jumped on the cock in my throat deeper.

"That's it." Mrs Darcy Grey praised. "Be a good slut. I love how sensitive she is."

Mr Darcy Grey thrusts became shorter and quicker. The tip of his cock grew wider, and I could no longer breathe. He had it nestled in my throat. I flailed again. Mrs Darcy Grey laughed and pushed her fingers deeper into me. She curled them up and stroked my g-spot

"Cum in her throat baby." Mrs Darcy Grey said. "If you fill her up I'll let her cum."

Mr Darcy Grey let out a loud feral cry. I choked on it. The first large squirt I'm sure came out of my mouth. He pulled and sprayed my face with his cum one after the other and added cum in my mouth.

I panted wildly. Mrs Darcy Grey was brutally fingering me and pinching my clit without remorse. My legs shook, and I writhed on the table. Cum up my nose. Spit and cum in my hair. With Mr Darcy Grey pulled at my burning nipples.

"Should we let her cum?" Mrs Darcy Grey asked.

"Yeah," Mr Darcy Grey slapped my breasts with his hands, and all it did was push me closer to the edge. "Let the slut cum. I want to see how it looks on her."

A fourth finger crammed into me and it was like lightning. I screamed out and gripped the table edges. My whole world crashed around me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. It radiated out from my clit through my whole body from my toes to my head and back again.

I gyrated on the table and saw stars before my eyes. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move, but all I did was move. My muscles tightened and released. I was in submissive euphoria. I gasped for breath when I came down. My lids were heavy. I was slick with sweat.

Someone pulled and jostled me. My head rested on a soft and wide shoulder. My body curled up and pressed against a large body. It was Mr Darcy Grey body. Mr Darcy Grey had lifted me from the table and now sat with me cuddled in his lap on a chair near the table.

I saw her hand out of the corner of my eye. It was fuzzy. I knew who it was though. Mrs Darcy Grey stood over us and stroked my hair. They took care of me as I twitched in orgasmic aftershocks and lingered in sub-space.

That is how I became my neighbours' pet slut and my first lesson. I don't regret any of it.

I have learned to enjoy Mrs Darcy Grey pussy and lick it out with Mr Darcy Grey man Cum in it or non out daily but still I each time I did get covered with her cum on my face and breasts and his.

As for Mr Darcy Cock I do now ride it daily also which I love but told it is without Me Cumming from doing this Mrs Darcy Grey loves to watch me do this and give instructions on how to please him as I do.

When Mr Darcy Grey do cum sometimes its all over me and I told to leave all the cum from both all over me when with them all day in the they home which do dry on me, well I am a slut after all and if I am good I get to wash it off with them in the shower which they do the washing of me.

I have also learned to do something odd well to me it is so, I have to pee now with open legs into a glass bowl in front of them, they like to see me do and say It is a slut thing to do and it do make be feel very much a slut for doing this sometimes Mr Darcy Grey do wash me with it and I have to leave it on me so I smell of it.

Also he has got me to sit on his lap and he hold my legs open and pussy lips and I have to pee as he hold then it is washed with water and dried by Mrs Darcy Grey.

They have trained my body to give them breast milk which I did not think could happen with out a baby but to giving them my milk from my breasts daily is a great joy when they want and the feeling is so eclectic in my breasts which then sets off my pussy and i am wet almost all the time now.

Also I have got used to having sex toys on me and in me now which sometimes they use the vertebrate part and watch me yell with joy and the feel of them on and in me.

Also I have Mr Darcy Grey cock and fingers in my ass daily via the toy which I enjoy and sometimes both Mr and Mrs Darcy Grey play with all of my body at the same time which I love and enjoy very much and reminds me of the first time that I had a full body orgasm as I said earlier in this story.

For now, that is all but I look forward to telling you more about my experience and want so much more I am there’s now and always be so.

Hope you did enjoy the reading of my story and you find your own Mr and Mrs Darcy Grey in life and service them and have the same feelings as I have had being with them as they slut and sex pet.

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