Learning To Be A Baby Bitch

I was brought up to avoid using foul language. When my coworker told me she was a bitch I asked her to speak about herself like that. She laughed, called me a little priss, repeated she was a bitch and if I wanted to get ahead I needed to become a bitch.

Later, she stopped by and asked if she could pry. Had I been fucked, had I ever been dicked. No, but answering was something I didn't want to answer. She touched me between the legs, poking me, asking if my teeny c**t had been fucked. If I wanted a hot tongue, she would love to lick me. Terrified I managed to get away.

She started sending me pictures of her boobs, of her crotch. She showed me that she didn't have panties on, whispered if I wanted to smell her c**t. She kissed my mouth. She told me she was the bitch, and she wanted to make me her bitch, starting with sticking her tongue in my c**t.

In the records room she grabbed me from behind, grabbing me by my boobs humping hard against my ass. Whispering how hot she was for me, she wanted pussy and she wanted it right then. She got on her knees pulling my pants down and pushing her face into me. After she finished she reminded me I was her little bitch and she wanted me to give her pussy the same treatment.

That night she took me to her place, had me repeat bad words, call my vagina a c**t, my boobs my tits, her pussy mama's c**t. We kissed for a long while, naked on her bed before she put my face between her legs and I learned to ear her out. I did become her bitch, her c**t, I didn't get dicked, I became a clit eater, lezpian, bitch's baby bitch.