Page 37 of Shameful Addictions

Charlotte looked at him for mercy, found none. She peeled off her skirt and panties, letting them puddle on the ground around her heels. She kicked the clothes aside and stood there, nude, exposed.

Other than Dr. Richard Johnson–Dr. Dick, as Mamba called him, very aptly–no one had seen her naked in a long time. Charlotte flexed her fingers, struggling against the urge to cover her pussy with her hands. She was hairless down there, not for any sexual reason but because she liked the smooth feeling. She’d gone through laser hair removal years ago.

It wasn’t the nakedness of her pussy that made her flush and turn pink, however. It was her large labia. What would he think of her huge pussy lips, laying so long and moist against her inner thighs?

Mamba looked her over with painful intensity, his eyes raking over her body. She stood there and took it as he fucked her with his eyes, ogling her huge tits and her big pussy lips. He clearly liked what he saw, what she had become. Except, as time dragged on, as she waited, naked before him, he focused more and more of his attention on her pussy than on the rest of her. His stare wasn’t his typical glower, his glare of disapproval and judgment; rather, he seemed to approve. Relief pulsed through her, followed by a hotter spasm of what could only be called arousal. Finally, there was some part of her that he liked, that he wouldn’t change, a part of her that was hers and absolutely natural, even if she was ashamed of it.

Her nipples stiffened, protruding from her round breasts. A slight warmth throbbed in her pussy, making her inner muscles clench. She felt herself getting a little wet and struggled to get her mind onto other subjects, knowing her flappy pussy lips would clearly show to Mamba the effect he was having upon her. Yet, in the back of her mind, a traitorous little voice whispered that, as she no longer had any reason to resist, it would be easier to give in. The little voice whispered that he was fucking her with his eyes, and that now she was his perfect woman, he might want to fuck her for real.

Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat.

Her pussy got wetter, trickles of her aroused juices leaking from her, working their way down the inside of her lips.

She wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by him. She had seen a glimpse of his cock and it was huge, though not a false monster like what Dr. Dick harbored in his pants. He was a natural man, and he probably had a lot of skill, given his line of work.

Her eyes half-shut as she pictured his thick cock pushed into her pussy, her big lips dragging along his length as he plunged in and out of her.

“You have the biggest cuntflaps I have ever seen.”

Charlotte jerked out of her fantasy and flushed scarlet. Far from sounding smitten with her, Mamba spoke in his usual neutral hiss.

“Damn, I’ve seen a lot in my day. But I haven’t seen everything.”

Charlotte ducked her head, biting her lip.Stupid, stupid. How could you ever think he would approve of you?

“Does that embarrass you? You don’t like your flappy cuntflaps?”

“Please,” she whispered. “Sir. I’m a stupid dumb cunt with cuntflaps and I need your help. I need you to give me another month.”

Mamba sat back in his chair and folded his hands together over his firm stomach. “What a stupid cunt. You’ve had every chance and still you haven’t made anything of yourself. Look at you. What a waste. You aren’t even trying.”

She had been trying so hard, but she didn’t dare argue with him.

“You’re pathetic.” He looked at her coolly, like she was nothing more than a mouse before his might. “I can see I still have much work to do on you before you finally understand.”

“I’ll do anything, sir. I swear I will.”

A thin smile played on his lips. “You swear it. By what? What do you have to swear on? You have nothing.”

“My body.”

“Your body isn’t yours any longer. Your body belongs to me.” Mamba flashed a darker grin than before. “But you know that. I can see it in your eyes. I think you might be ready.”

“Are you going to… have sex with me?”

“You don’t feel like you’ve been fucked over enough already?” Mamba burst out laughing at her.

Charlotte put her hands to her face, hiding behind them.

“I have an offer to make you. I will get rid of the rest of your debt, free you from having to pay me money if you do one thing for me.”

Charlotte’s heart jumped with her relief. One more thing. One more humiliating task, that was all she had to get through and then she would be freed.

“I want you to work for me, Charlotte.”

She didn’t understand at first. “What?”

“Work for me, stupid dumb bitch. Is that so hard to understand?” Mamba’s nostrils flared, his dark eyes blazing. “I will give you your old job back under the condition that you make videos only about the subjects I want you to cover. I will reinstate all your social media and give you your life back in exchange for your work.” He grinned. “As long as you work for me, I will let you do whatever else you want with your life. But the moment you dare even think of betraying me, you will regret it. You will find yourself in a situation even worse than this one right now.”

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