You would show up at my house and I would let you in to my apartment. We would come up the stairs and you would see my wife tied up in the corner on her knees. A gag in her mouth and her blue dress torn off her shoulders… tears streaking down her face.
“See that useless little fuck pig?” I ask
“Yes.” You reply
“Do you think that fat slut deserves my cock.”
“No sir. She does not.”
I grab you by the collar of your shirt… dragging you to my wife… you look her in the eyes.. you can see that she is scared and sad…
“Tell her what she is!” I demand of you.
“You are a fat useless whore.” You say… while looking into her eyes. She winces!
“Tell her how much hotter you are than her.” I command.
” I am so much hotter than you, bitch!” you say, still on your knees with my hands clenching the collar of your shirt tighter…
You get the cue “My pussy is so much wetter, and tastier than your pussy could be.”
I reach my hands down and pull up your skirt… pulling your panties to the side with one gesture I gently stroke between your already soaked pussy lips. You groan and whimper. I pull my fingers from between your legs and wipe the juice from your pussy all over my wifes face… under her nose… she struggles but can’t get away…
“Smell that pussy slut? That is what a good pussy smells like.”
I order you to stand up and strip naked. Which you do obediently.
“Go to the closet and grab the box in the bottom left corner.” I instruct you. You do as you are told.
You open the box and see a long white dress… It is my wifes wedding dress.
“Put the dress on baby.” You slide the dress over your head. It is a little bit loose on you…