The Whore's Diary Part 1

My husband and I had been together for three years already. We were brought together by our love for depraved and dirty sexual games. Even as I write this story now, I'm not just sitting on a chair like all normal people. Completely naked, I'm sitting on a chair with a 20-centimeter dildo attached by a suction cup, imitating a cock, even with balls. This cock is stretching me from the inside and setting the right mood. It's impossible to sit on a chair with my ass with such a huge dick inside, so I'm kneeling and periodically rising up to impale myself on the cock down to the balls again.

My husband is sitting in the next room, and he knows perfectly well what I'm doing, because it was

he suggested I start an online blog about our intimate life. The thought that thousands of other people will read our confessions and jerk off drives us crazy.

My name is Karina, and my husband's name is Denis. We are both 29, and we met on a dating app for perverts. My profile said: "I look normal, but deep down I'm a slut who adores cum and cocks. I want to be treated like a cheap whore." Denis wrote to me, suggested we meet, and I didn't regret it one bit.

Before leaving the house, I always put on beautiful lace lingerie (I simply don't have any ugly ones), and I appear before my husband wearing only lingerie. He's usually in the kitchen drinking coffee at that time. He might ask me to wear something else, but most often he agrees with my choice.

Today I was wearing a soft blue, completely transparent lingerie set. This bra perfectly showcased my third-size breasts and dark areolas, and the transparent thong—my smoothly shaved pubic mound.

— Mmm, my little tramp is in a playful mood today," Denis said.

I smiled, even feeling slightly embarrassed.

— Yesss, but my pussy needs some milk," I purred.

I wrapped my lips around his cock and began greedily licking and sucking. Denis groaned:

— Oh, you fucking bitch.

I released his dick for a second.

— Yes, I am a real bitch. I'm a total cunt.

Denis grabbed my chin, pressed on my cheeks, forcing my mouth wide open. He spat into my mouth with relish, then impaled me on his already fully erect dick. And he started fucking my mouth so hard I could barely catch my breath.

The kitchen was filled with the lewd, wet sounds of Denis fucking my mouth.

My panties were already wet, but I couldn't touch myself. It wasn't allowed.

— I'm going to cum now," Denis moaned. We quickly stood up, I pulled my thong as far forward as possible, and he released a good dose of cum onto the fabric inside.

— Ooooh yesss, — he moaned. — There you go, you slut.

— Thank you, master, thank you. So much of your cum, it's so warm.

I kissed my husband and went to finish getting ready for work. I put on makeup, styled my light hair, pulled on a dark blue pencil skirt and a bright pink blouse, with a dark blue blazer on top. Pink high-heeled shoes completed the look. I decided not to wear tights, as it was already late May outside.

I went into the hallway and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. My husband followed.

— I'm in a playful mood today too, — he suddenly said.

I turned to him.

— Bend over and lift your skirt, — he ordered.

I obediently bent over and lifted my skirt, exposing my ass. And it was, by the way, quite decent for my petite figure.

I felt Denis pull the thong strip aside, then something hard and slippery began to penetrate my anus.

— A plug, — I whispered. When the ring of muscles tightly gripped the medium-sized anal plug, I turned my ass to the mirror and looked at the shiny jewel sticking out of my anus. Pink in color.

— It's perfect, master, thank you. It matches the shoes so well, — I babbled. Denis spanked my ass a couple of times, then took a photo of my ass.

— That's not all, my bitch. Go to work and wait for instructions.

— Oooo, that means I won't get any real work done today," I thought, but out loud I said:

— Yes, master, your cunt will wait.

I straightened up, kissed him deeply, tidied myself up, and grabbing my purse, fluttered off to work. While driving my BMW to work, I received my first task. Denis sent me a fresh photo—a close-up of my ass with the shiny anal plug. I was to set this photo as my desktop wallpaper on my work computer.

The thought scared me, but also turned me on at the same time.

Arriving at work, I did just that. Luckily, I sat by the window, with a wall behind me. My colleague, the accountant Vera, sat nearby, but I managed to set the photo while she was getting coffee. I took a photo of my desktop and sent Denis proof. Then I opened my work program, covering all the shame.

I managed to work for literally an hour before a new message came from my husband: "Go to the toilet and masturbate with the toilet brush handle. Take a couple of photos with it, then I'll let you cum."

I groaned out loud. No, I definitely won't get any work done today.

To be continued…