“You used to be a real bitch, back in high school, Nataly,” he said while pistoning his cock between her large tits and pulling the hair on top of her head.

“Whatever. You know I only let you fuck me now, because the Sexual Service Act went through. I don’t even remember your name,” she shot back at him.

“It’s Bill. Billy Anderson. Now, thank me for fucking your tits.”

“Ugh! Fine! Thanks for fucking my tits, Billy.” The sarcasm was thick.

“We’ll have to work on that attitude, but don’t worry we’ll have plenty of time for that. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What?”

“I filled out the paperwork to get full time, twenty-four hour a day access and use of you for the next ten years! Isn’t that great?”

“Wait? What? You what?”

“You’re officially my sex toy for the next ten years, or until I get tired of you. Man, I am going to fuck these tits, that ass, and this face every fucking day!”

He grunted as he came on her tits and face, then threw her over her own couch to ram his cock up her ass.

“See, here’s the paperwork right here.”

Her eyes were blurry from tears brought on by the cock destroying her ass, but she could just make out what the paperwork said. She’d be Billy’s toy for the rest of her fuckable life and she just had to put up with it. It was the law after all.

“Now, call me ‘Master’ and beg me to fuck your ass harder.”

“Master, please fuck my ass harder. Please, Master,” Nataly said. She hoped the words would feel more natural someday.

“Good slut.”