Our early relationship was, as so many are these days, online. For 5 months we chatted, until finally we decided we had to meet.

I was 27, single, again, and desperately bitter at the world. She was 7 years older, sweet and innocent, the last of the good girls.

Being Indian, automatically carries with it a veil of being very conservative, but she, although well travelled, lived a sheltered life, away from the evils of men.

When she confessed to me that she was a virgin, I promised that this would be more than my usual, wham! Bham! thank you ma'am.

When we made love that first time it was love, gentle, tender, perfect.

So, how did we get here...

Her legs spread wide open, as she lay on my bed, and me ramming my cock into this tight but so wet pussy.

When did love making change to FUCKING...

When did I love you my darling, change to "Take it...take my cock you little slut"

I love this woman, of that i'm sure, but I love turning her into my whore.

I have taught her well, my beautiful virgin. She can suck cock like she was born to do it, and I pound that pussy.

I have cum deep within you, on your body, watched as you swallowed my cum, and sprayed that beautiful face with my cream.

My girlfriend...no...now my beautiful wife, my pillar of strength, mother to our baby.... but for now and forever you will always be my whore.

We have had our setbacks... but we still here.

and soon as we able... i'm going to fuck you like the slut you are.