Violando a Paola Gutierrez

The rain didn't seem like it would stop soon. It had been falling for several hours and the temperature had dropped. There wasn't cold, but an unusual freshness, at least for the time of year we were in. Luckily, we were on the outskirts of the city, in my house, where no one would bother us. I was naked, watching the raindrops hit the glass of my window. And behind me, she was tied with strong knots to each end of the bed, stretched out beautifully in an X shape. Despite being surrounded by virgin forest that had not been touched by human urbanization, I didn't want her to scream, at least not loudly, since I had put her own panties in her mouth. Her panties, now a gag, filled her entire mouth, forcing her to stretch her lips as far as possible.

I hadn't done anything to her yet. I hadn't touched her, although it was obvious my intention was to rape her, after all, this whole situation was the product of that desire. I had limited myself to making her get into the van and then tying her up and putting a hood over her head. She didn't offer any resistance, definitely due to fear caused by the situation. Her hands were tightly tied to her back.

I hadn't hit her. Practically, I hadn't even touched her yet, although it was obvious my objective, naturally, was to rape her, but without causing her the slightest physical harm. And as for mental harm, I sincerely hoped it would be minimal.

I had taken her to that house and once inside, I untied her and took off the hood, threatened her with a knife and told her to undress. While she thought about it, I could admire the beauty of that 20-year-old girl, thin, extremely slender, not very tall, with long brown hair that reached her waist. And then she did - definitely terrified - with her beautiful and large shining and tearful eyes. She took off the black sweater and immediately the blouse. Her breasts bobbed slightly under the red bra when she lowered her pants and took off her shoes. Once in her underwear and bra, she stayed quiet, as if waiting for me to be satisfied with seeing her in lingerie. I told her to turn around so I could see her from behind. She obeyed.

She had normal white panties, no thongs. Her butt was beautiful, big, firm, juicy, and natural. Her legs were perfect, deliciously well-proportioned, with all contours marvelously defined. They were, without a doubt, the most beautiful legs I had ever seen.

I told her to turn around again. She did so and then I asked her to finish undressing. After a understandable hesitation, she took off her bra and stood there for a few seconds with her hands covering her bare breasts. Then, she moved them aside and placed them on the upper edge of her panties. My penis felt a flash of passion at contemplating her bare tits, not very large, actually quite small, tender and white, but equally beautiful, crowned by a good pair of nipples that weren't erect, with pinkish and juicy tone.-Please...the panties no...She begged me, looking at me with her beautiful eyes. But I couldn't stop myself. With a gesture, I indicated she should continue. And she, slowly, took off her panties, leaving them tangled around her perfect ankles. At first, she covered her crotch modestly with both hands, so I couldn't see anything, just a glimpse of a dark thicket in the fleeting moment she took off her panties. But then, as I got into character, I brandished the threatening knife and moved her hands away. I could see her crotch, upholstered by a layer of thick brown pubic hair, slightly tangled. After contemplating her pubic hair to my pleasure, I raised my gaze to her face. Her beautiful eyes were tearful and some tears had appeared. I didn't like seeing her cry, it wasn't my intention, but I couldn't do anything. After all, I was threatening her with a knife and it was obvious that my intention was to rape her. It was logical that she would cry.Turn around -I told her and she obeyed. When she did, I could admire her beautiful naked ass, with those two marvelous and white buttocks, juicy and presumably softer than a flan.-matured towards the bed,-She, after a first hesitation, headed towards the bed that I had indicated to her.Get readyit returned to obey me and positioned itself as I told it, with its gaze fixed on the knife and curled up in bed.-And now, stretch yourself into an X shape.I told her. And when she obeyed me, I grabbed some ropes that were handy, prepared for this moment and started tying her up. First, I tied her hands, one to each end of the bed.-No...please...-She said that, but without much conviction. -Spread your legs- I ordered her.No...no...Moaned.-Please -I repeated it to her.Separate your legs.And then it was that he obeyed me. He completely spread his legs and I immediately tied them strongly. There I had my mistress, with her pubic area and anal hole visible. While tying his legs, I enjoyed the vision of his bare feet, smelling them to pleasure for excellent minutes, reveling in their scent. I liked his feet a lot, they were beautiful and perfect, long and delicate, well taken care of. They slightly smelled like dirty feet, but very little and that pleased me even more.

Completely ecstatic before the beauty and perfume exhaled by his feet, I didn't waste time and started licking them. They knew very well, they tasted like feet, a bit sweaty but they were Paola Gutierrez's feet and it excited me to lick them.

My penis was throbbing and I decided to end that foot-worship session. So, I went for what I had come for finally. Before separating from his legs, I caressed them long and kissed them in several parts, leaving evidence of my admiration for them.You have the most beautiful legs in the world –I said it to her, but she, apparently, didn't appreciate my words.Let me go, please...He told me. And then I picked up his underwear from the floor, made a ball with them and put it in his mouth, making sure he could still breathe, of course.Mmmphhh...ff!- whimpered, tearful. And without even looking at her, I turned around to sit behind her again. I felt like I had my penis ready. Indeed, it was erect and throbbing. I needed to penetrate her. And her slit and her ass were right in front of me, defenseless, entirely at my disposal. They belonged to me...If it's chilly, a certain cold breeze is blowing. But my cock is hard and stiff, and I'm hot. I look back and almost can't believe it. Paola Gutierrez is there, naked, and tied to my mercy. And I'm going to rape her. There's no turning back. I turn around halfway and, after enjoying for a few seconds the contemplation of her beautiful face and especially her big eyes, I position myself over her.

I caress her bare arms, caress her tense waist from her position, kiss her neck widely, going down to her slit and kissing it, covering her sweet and soft vagina with kisses. And when I finish kissing her beautiful vagina, I get up and start raping her.

Without haste. Without fuss, without insults. Simply, I slowly introduce my cock into the pussy, forcing the entrance of her internal folds, feeling like the walls of her vagina are pressing against my virile member.

I put it all inside.

Some muffled groans escape from Paola's covered mouth. I don't think they're groans of pleasure. I'd like them to be, but I don't think so. I affirm my hands around her waist and completely push my cock into her defenseless pussy, which is quite narrow. Paola is a virgin, she has never had a boyfriend, that's because she's a prude whom I've known for a long time.

As I think about it, I withdraw my cock almost all the way out and then put it back in, until the end. I'm fucking her. I'm raping her. I lie on top of her and smell her skin, perfumed and wonderful.

I keep my cock inside her vagina for a couple of minutes and then take it out almost all the way, to put it back in again. I repeat the operation over and over again, each time faster. Muffled groans emerge from Paola's gagged mouth.

Her pussy isn't wet; it's clear she's not turned on. But I am. I feel like pleasure is dominating my body, I feel like the wonderful pleasure of penetration is taking possession of my cock, while rubbing against her vaginal walls. Paola gets me more and more excited.-¡¡Aaahhh…!!-Ah, I can't help it, trembling with pleasure. I know what I'm doing isn't right, but I give in to desire and keep violating that beautiful woman. I put it in and take it out, put it in and take it out, put it in and take it out, put it... And finally, I take it out. I try to hold back, but it's useless. With a deep moan of pleasure, I come on Paola's vagina, spilling my semen onto her delicate and white skin.-Ah...ahh...ahh!!-I jerk off while continuing to come now with less power. My penis continues to ejaculate, bubbles of semen emerging from its tip, drawing on Paola's body a dense network of white, creamy, and shiny lines. Finally, I finish coming. I shake the last drops onto Paola's vagina and retire a few steps, until I sit in an armchair.

From there, I can contemplate the beautiful picture that Paola composes, naked, with her legs very far apart - so far apart that I can see her crack and anus hole - tied and defenseless.

I take my time. I rest, because I need to recover and have my penis become stiff and hard again. While doing so, I look at her again, naked and tied in front of me, feeling like my desires are fading away, that I'm about to untie her and let her go right then.

To avoid it, I get up, go to the kitchen, and eat something. I return to the room, go to the window, and spend some time contemplating the landscape. When I deposit my gaze on Paola's body again, I feel my penis reacting. I've succeeded.

To accelerate the process, I position myself over her and masturbate for a few minutes in front of her face so that it becomes harder faster. She tries not to look, closes her eyes, but I tell her to open them and look at me. She does, and I keep rubbing my cock in front of her a little more. When she's ready, I say softly: Now, I want you to suck me. So I'm going to take your pants off your mouth. When I do, keep your mouth open so I can put it in...understood?She stays with her fixed, tearful gaze, quiet, with her mouth open and full of her own bunched-up underwear. I simply take the underwear out of her mouth.-No...for please...that no...-He asks me, staring at me intensely into the eyes. I, however, advance towards her and my penis stays just a scant centimeter from her marvelous lips.Suck me, please –I say it to her, smooth but firmly. She makes an infinite disgust gesture and moves her head in the opposite direction of my erect penis, obstinately closing her lips.Please...I say to him/her/youDon't force me...And I leave the sentence in suspense. In this way, I intend to achieve a threatening effect that forces her to surrender. And indeed, Paola yields. After re-composing on her face a mask of pure disgust, she slowly opens her mouth, separates her sweet lips and, softly, takes my penis between them.Ahh... I jadeo, in ecstasy, as I feel the contact of her lipsticked lips with red lipstick against my glans first and against the shaft of my cock afterwards. Because Paola continues advancing, swallowing my member centimeter by centimeter, until she puts it all the way inside, to the bottom.-use... use your tongue, please... ahhh...I tell her between moans. And Paola obeys me. Slowly, with fear, her tongue begins to wag first one way and then the other, while her saliva floods my glorious and wet penis. Without me saying anything, she almost pulls her mouth away, only to follow by swallowing my erect and wet penis once more. Now, her tongue acts faster than before and my cock throbs, filled with desire. It's clear what she wants. I want to finish as soon as possible, make myself come and finish it off once and for all. It's clear. But I can't help it and, what's more, I enjoy trying to take my excitement to the maximum. Like before, she pulls her mouth away and swallows my cock for the third time. On this occasion, her tongue dedicates special attention to my glans, licking me smoothly, especially at the tip, finally achieving Paola's goal.Ahh!I exclaim, exploding inside her mouth. Paola immediately expels my penis from her mouth, but can't avoid the first jet of semen penetrating to her throat. And then, while she tries to spit out with disgust the semen spilled in the interior of her mouth, my cock launches jets and more jets of hot sperm that crash into her face, soaking her completely, despite Paola's attempts to avoid being hit. When I finally finish coming, I admire my work. Thick globs of semen hang from Cristina's lips and her face is crossed by several streams of sperm that drain their drops all over her face. One of my jets hit her forehead full-on and now, a viscous stream of semen slides down her eyelids and across the bridge of her small and beautiful nose. Another one hit her right cheek and her bright apple-red blush has been replaced by a creamy and milky mass that moves downwards. A third, mischievous one, crashed directly into her left ear and now hangs, viscous, from her lobe like a natural and shiny earring.-Are you happy now? I've blown you! What else do you want? Let me go!He says to me with a tear coming out of each of his big eyes.

Despite his tears, despite having red eyes from crying and some other drop of semen that has fallen inside, and despite having his face covered in abundant semen residue, Paola Gutierrez still seems like the most beautiful woman in the world to me. So, as excitement retreats from my body, I tell myself I should resist the temptation to finish it all off and let her go now, since I haven't finished with her yet.

Not yet. And consequently, I pick up the wrinkled panties from the floor and put them back in my mouth.-!!!MMMMPF!!-She moans, while I give half a turn and sit down in an armchair, further back, to rest and recover.Time passes. I take too long to recover the excitement more than I thought. And while my imagination tries to invent a thousand and one ways to end apoteotically Paola's rape.

Seated in that armchair, naked, with beautiful and naked Paola Gutierrez in front of me, tied to the bed, defenseless, with her vagina and face smeared with semen - my semen - I start moving the brain gears. And an idea occurs to me. If it went well, it would be perfect, the dignified culmination of the day. So, thinking about that play, I notice that my penis is getting hard by moments. It was promising. Yes, I had to try. But first...

The first thing was the first. Paola's asshole remained inviolate. And that couldn't be. I approach her and untie her. She tries to struggle but it's useless, I'm much stronger and taller than she is.

I took a few minutes but managed to subdue her and put her in the position I wanted: Now she's tied up with her hands behind her back and her legs tied from the ankles and knees. A beautiful postcard worthy of enjoying for a few minutes.

I lean over that beautiful woman, kiss her bare shoulders, and smell her back. I caress her arms and hands, tied together at the base of her back. I kiss her long and thin fingers, with very worn-out nails since she has the vice of eating them. And I continue downward. Her ass appears covered in remnants of semen, a reminder of my assault on her pussy. I focus on her anal hole, small and dark. I put a finger in her asshole, slowly, overcoming the resistance of the elastic ring that protects her anus.-!!!MMPFFF!!MMPFF!!-Paola gimes and squirms, but it's futile. My finger fully enters her anus and I leave it there for a few seconds, gently moving it from side to side. Then, I pull it out as slowly as I put it in, only to put it back in again, this time faster. Paola gimes and squirms while my finger penetrates her anus without complexes. I don't think the beautiful and naked lady is enjoying herself, but at that moment, it doesn't matter to me at all, since I'm getting more excited by the second. I continue with that lustful activity for several minutes, enjoying the view provided by Paola's beautiful body. Finally, I pull my finger out of her anus and smile when I see that the top part is slightly soiled with shit. This excites me even more and, after wiping my finger on one of her thighs, I don't hesitate a second and simply stick my cock up her ass.-!!!MMMMFFFFG!!-Paola is whimpering. It's evident that she doesn't like being fucked without her permission but I'm enjoying it, so I keep going at it mercilessly. I push my cock all the way in and then pull it out almost completely. I feel like the walls of her rectal canal are constricting around my cock and I feel like the pleasure it gives me is overwhelming without respite. I put it back in and take it out again. I repeat the delicious operation over and over, ignoring Paola's moans and her tearful gaze at her beautiful and desperate eyes as well as her body twisting. I increase the speed of my thrusts. Now, I'm fucking her so fast that I feel like my penis is going to burn. Paola keeps whimpering, and it's not from pleasure, unfortunately. She has me completely wrapped around her. My left hand on her right breast and my right hand in her vagina.-!!!MMMMPFGL!!!NOMPFFG!!-She whimpers, crying copiously. The consciousness of being violating Paola Gutierrez through her ass is so intense that, combined with the direct pleasure I feel from doing it, causes me to be on the verge of coming soon. Nevertheless, I try to resist and manage to give it to her through the ass a couple more times. Then, I take her out completely and just at that moment, I come.-¡¡AAhhhh…ahhh…!!-I exclaim, ejaculating, launching a powerful jet of semen that strikes Cristina's face directly as she looks at her vagina at that instant. Then I continue cumming, now on my back, arms, hands, and especially on the wonderful ass of my beloved and violated Paola.

The jets stop. My penis retreats and then I notice that my glans is dirty, stained with shit on its upper part. Paola's ass is dirtier than I had imagined at first.

I go to the bathroom and wash my cock, thinking that my desired muse doesn't clean her ass very well after defecating. And knowing that, thinking about it, makes my penis start recovering slowly.When I get out of the bathroom, several minutes have already passed, I'm not exactly sure how many. Paola is futilely struggling against her restraints, eroticizing every inch of her slender and naked body.

I approach her and start to untie her.

First, the restraints that tighten her beautiful ankles, allowing me to smell her lovely feet again. Then, the restraints on her knees. And finally, the ropes binding her hands fall to the floor.

I step back a bit and Paola curls up in bed, almost without strength. Then she awkwardly sits up, still looking at me. I approach her and remove the panties from her mouth, throwing them to the floor at my feet.Sit downI say to her. She, slowly, obeys, doing everything possible to hide from my sight her most intimate parts. It's wonderful seeing her like this, naked, but covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, so modest, so virtuous.Now, spread your legs -I order her. And she opens her eyes as wide as possible and starts begging.No...no...please...not again...don't violate me more...please...Moan Paola Gutierrez, scared, thinking I'm going to rape her again. But that's not it. I'm slightly turned on and what I want is something... more subtle.Spread your legs, please...I'm repeating myself again. Paola obeys me, with tears in her eyes. She slowly opens her legs, with great resistance, letting me see little by little her delicious defenseless pussy.-More -I sayOpen up more, legs farther apart...and she obeys me. She opens her legs completely, allowing me to see the entirety of her pussy, rosy and magnificent.-More...I love you more open-legged...totally open-legged...let's go-I say.-Hmm...more...still...-?Paola stutters. Before my assent, she opens her legs completely, all the way to the point of dislocation. Now I can see clearly the folds of her pussy, her small clitoris and also the hole of her asshole.

She's so open, has her legs so far apart, is so spread out that it doesn't seem like a virtuous and modest girl anymore. She seems like a slut. But only seems to be. Because she isn't.Now, I want you to masturbate.I say to him.-Masturbate myself?...No…nor think about it…I won't…masturbate in front of you!Don't even dream it!It's yelling at my face with determination.And you're not just going to masturbate -I'll keep going as if I hadn't heard it. - I want you to come and I want to see how you're coming...I want to see you dripping with your juices...I want to hear you moaning with pleasure.No...please...notCome again, but already without conviction. Knows it has to obey me.-Come on...come on, you can do it...you've probably done it many times before...it's not hard...-I say it softly. And the beautiful and naked Paola Gutierrez, with her legs open to the maximum, starts to caress her pussy slowly, with delicate circular movements of her right hand. Her eyes are full of tears, which pains me, but I can't do anything to prevent it. I concentrate on her hand, on her fingers, which describe sensual circles over the opening of her vulva, pressing weakly on the labial lips.-Please...I can't do it...He tells me, almost crying.-If you can...and you will...let's go...forward.I contemplate as the outer lips of her clitoris swell noticeably, reacting to the caresses she herself procures. Then, slowly, like in a dream, I see Paola put her finger into her pussy. All the way down.

I strain not to lose any detail, to retain in my memory every millimeter that advances that marvelous finger, penetrating through the lower lips, intentionally rubbing against the clitoris. The finger sinks into Paola's vaginal depths, then comes out almost all the way and goes back in, this time faster. Naked and with her face and ass smeared with my semen, Paola masturbates in front of me. What more could I ask for?-No...for please...-Come back to me, but now it's more like a litany than a true petition.

His finger, without waiting for my response, moves quickly and penetrates his owner's pussy again and again. I notice that the clitoris is getting hard. And I also note that her nipples are getting hard.

Paola masturbates fiercely, putting her finger in and out of her pussy again and again at a dizzying speed. Her nipples are now two erect stones and her clitoris is stiff and ready. I see her biting her lips to not moan with pleasure. Yet, one or two delicious moans still escape.Ahh... ahhh...I hear her whimpering. She, upon realizing I've heard her whimpering, bites her lips with force, risking injury. Her breathing is becoming more labored, her breasts rise and fall rapidly, crowned by those beautiful erect nipples. Her finger goes in and out, in and out, again and again, of that wonderful pussy. I see the juices starting to flow, I see she has a wet pussy. Her finger is bathed in the juices of pleasure. Paola intensifies her thrusts and, suddenly, exhales a deep moan, unmistakably one of pleasure.-Aaahhhh!and, extasiated, I contemplate as the beautiful Paola Gutierrez comes. Her juices moisten her pussy and pour languidly downwards, moistening the hole of the asshole and her thighs. Paola trembles in the midst of orgasm, for some magnificent instants. Then, nothing.

I have a hard cock and am ready to go, but I don't know what to do. Paola has closed her legs and is covering her face with both hands, sobbing.

I let her rest for a few minutes, but not many. I'm excited and need to come. I advance towards her, with my cock stiff and put it in front of her face. She looks at me, with her beautiful eyes red from tears...and without needing me to say anything, she gets down on her knees in front of me, opens her mouth and starts sucking my cock.

She sucks me wonderfully well, better than the first time. Her lips press just right and her tongue coils like a libidinous snake around my gland. Her saliva floods my member, her mouth is a lake of pleasure into which I easily lose myself. Soon, I give her a drink. I come silently and in silence, inside her mouth, while pulling hard on her hair. She doesn't open her mouth, she doesn't expel my penis from its delicious prison. Let me come completely and then, simply, she swallows it all. All.Will you be happy...won't you?He says to me, dedicating me a cold gaze of hatred. I retreat towards the back. I don't answer him, I'm very satisfied. Paola continues there, on her knees, with a thread of semen dripping from the corner of her lips. Without saying anything, I grab all her clothes except for her panties. I want to keep her panties as a memento. She gets up, puts on her bra and then her pants. While she does it, she looks at me with disdain through her tearful eyes. She stops for a moment to wipe her face of the semen that covers it. She does it elegantly with the back of her hand. Then, she puts on her blouse. She searches for her shoes with her gaze. I find them, I sniff them in pleasure for a few seconds, even licking them inside... what a wonder... they smell like feet, to her beautiful and delicious feet... She, seeing my behavior with her shoes, decides to put on her sweater and, barefoot, stays standing.Turn aroundI tell her. She obeys. I proceed to tie up her hands and put the sack back on her head. I lead her around the house until we reach the van. She walks clumsily. Her beautiful feet get dirty, but even so they'll be appetizing. I drive for about an hour and leave her on the other side of town. Now everything has ended. Now I'm far away from that place. But sometimes I remember, and when I do, fuck you, Paola Gutierrez's shoes, I smell them deeply, lick them, and masturbate, caressing her wrinkled panties. I close my eyes and go back, in my imagination, to raping Paola Gutierrez.