SugarDaddy420: So, what did you do today?
The beep of the alert alarmed Janey and she sat up. She'd been slumped over, eyes a little glazed, staring at the floor like it held all the wisdom of the stars. She focused her eyes with effort and hesitantly types back, her cheeks flushing as she thought about the answer to that simple and potentially totally innocent question.
Lace'N'Silk: Not much, I'm recovering from last night.
SugarDaddy420: That sound promising, what happened last night?
Lace'N'Silk: It was pretty naughty; I was a date with this guy and he got a little kinky and I haven't ever done that but it was really good.
SugarDaddy420: I'm guessing you're not such a good little girl anymore are you? ;)
Janey sat back and rock back onto her ass made her wince. The welts were still very much there, and her pussy hurt too. She didn't know how she'd managed to sit down at all today.
Lace'N'Silk: I was a good girl, I did everything they asked me to.
SugarDaddy420: They? Tell me!
Janey knew that saying 'they' was going to pique his interest and her flushed cheeks heated more. She'd told him a few stories about one night stands since she'd been able to retire from camming because of their arrangement. He enjoyed hearing them it seemed.
SugarDaddy420: I hope you haven't throughout the panties from last night Lace.
Lace'N'Silk: They're in my purse. I forgot to put them back on after I took them off to clean myself up.
SugarDaddy420: So they're still filthy?
Lace'N'Silk: Yes. I can smell them from here.
She instantly regretted saying the thing about smelling them. It made it sound super gross. He didn't seem to think so though.
SugarDaddy420: You must send them to me.
SugarDaddy420: Now, tell me what you did that made you such a good girl last night.
Janey nodded to herself and settled in for the long story. Her aching pussy began to heat as she thought about all the abuse it had taken last night. She silenced it with a finger, caressing her clit and reminding her body just how sore and puffy her labia were. They were still very sore, but they were also slick and hot right now. She rubbed with one hand, typing awkwardly with the other.
Lace'N'Silk: I went to a bar with a guy I met at the grocery store, his friend dared him to ask me out but when he did and I said no he got really embarrassed and when I realise his mate had dared him and was trying to set him up for failure, I said yes. His friend got so mad. We met at 8ish and the bar was really crowded. His friend was a real arsehole, so I decided to make him madder. I ground my ass against the guy's crotch and generally acted like a bit of a slut.
Janey paused, sending the message and rubbed her clit with her now free hand, her other buried in her sopping wet and very sore pussy.
SugarDaddy420: That sounds more like you were a naughty girl.
He had a point, this story really didn't reflect well on her at all. But she was getting to that.
Lace'N'Silk: He got pretty drunk off one beer and within three beers he was outside vomiting. I was ready to go home, but his friend told me to stay. He said the night was still young and he had something in mind. So I stayed and I ended up asking his name; his name was Angus and his lightweight friend was Mark. Mark hadn't come back yet two drinks later and I was starting to get a little unsteady, but I was dancing with Angus and I was starting to get a little wet from the grinding and laughing. He was way better looking that Mark and I decided that I hadn't been fucked properly in weeks; I think I thought Angus looked like the kind of guy who could really do a girl some good, you know?
SugarDaddy420: Trust me, Lace, I know.
Lace'N'Silk: Anyway, I decided if Angus was up for it then I would definitely get into bed with him. I was slow dancing with him to a slow song when he put his lips to my ear and whispered to me that he would love to see skewered on his huge cock. I was so wet already and all I could do was moan at that point. He just laughed and towed me out to the carpark, where apparently his car was parked. I know it was silly but when he opened up the back doors I just hopped in. He followed me and closed the doors. It was pretty dark, but I felt his hand on my thigh, pushing my short skirt up and asking me what I liked, where I wanted him, and whether I was on the pill. I remember saying that I was on the pill and that I hadn't been fucked good in ages. He got a bit angry at that point and I remember he demanded to know where I wanted him to fuck me and a stupid idea came into my head and I blurted out that I just wanted to be a fuckdoll for the night; his fuckdoll.