The male takes possession of my house

The day of the next date, something has changed in the air from the first hour. Your girl is electric, nervous but more desirable than ever, chatting non-stop on Telegram. You sneak up, see the screen: the mature man has given her clear instructions. He wants her to receive him "like the whore she is". She obeys, almost anxiously, and gets ready for him: just a pink fishnet dress that leaves her completely exposed, her body only covered by the fabric's mesh, no underwear, her nipples and pussy visible, high heels, and not a hint of shame.

You're there, with the chastity belt on, even more humiliated by how your girl has assumed her role. When the doorbell rings, she doesn't hesitate: she stands in front of the door, adjusts her neckline, and opens it, showing off and smiling boldly.

He enters, looks her up and down, and says without beating around the bush:

—Like this, yes. Finally, you understand how this works. A whore showing what she is and a cuckold watching, without even being able to touch himself.

He gives her a gentle slap on the ass and growls in her ear:

—Today, you're not her girlfriend or partner. You're just my whore. Understand?

She nods, her nipples hard, her skin goosebumped, completely surrendered.

The mature man looks at you with contempt, leaves his jacket in your arms.

—Take her. Don't bother me, just watch.

He takes her to the living room, throws her on the couch, spreads her legs, and puts his fingers in her pussy, staring at her. He spits on her, calls her every name but pretty: "little whore, get out, memorize your new place in this house". She moans, screams, writhes, enjoys every insult.

Then, he puts her on all fours on the carpet, pulls down his pants, and gives her his cock in the face, marking territory. He orders her to suck it deep, holding her hair. He looks at you sideways and says, mocking:

—Do you see what real desire is? You can only watch how your own home becomes my private brothel.

She lets herself be humiliated without protesting, opening her mouth as wide as possible while he fucks her throat at his pace, using her, spitting on her, slapping her face.

When he's finished, he puts her on her feet and, in front of you, makes her spin to see all angles of her body in that fishnet dress. He gives her another slap on the ass and says:

—Go to the kitchen and bring me a glass, like the house whore, so everyone can see what you are.

She obeys, delighted, without covering herself, feeling the stares even though there are no witnesses, enjoying the humiliation. He looks at you and, without hesitation, drops the bomb:

—From today on, I'm going to live here. This house is no longer yours: it's mine. She's my personal whore, and you're my servant.

He unzips and pulls it out again, calling your girl with a gesture to kneel and suck his balls, ordering her t...