They already know that masturbating is my passion since I was very young. But it's not the only one they know. They also know, from the story of my newsstand, that since I was very young I'm an expert in satisfying men with my mouth.
Carlos, the newsstand vendor, had me so hot that I had decided to lose my virginity with him.
It was thus that one afternoon, very determined, I entered as always, but instead of hiding under the counter like I always did, I stayed standing in front of him.
Truth? It was tremendous: a silly dress that marked my breasts and showed something more than my knees, which was perfectly designed to lift it up and cut me off.
What's wrong with you, girl, asked the surprised newsstand vendor.
I wanted to ask you a question
Calm question, baby
I wanted to know at what hours you closed with the blinds and everything
At ten, ten thirty at night.
I put on a contrite face. But it wasn't false. I had another idea in my head, but I couldn't walk down the street at that hour without worrying about what was going on at home. Carlos asked me what was on my mind and I answered him without hesitation.
I want you to hold me, but at that hour I can't.
He looked at me with a killer's face. Mad with desire. And without hesitation, he closed the kiosk. As if it were night. He didn't care about anything. Not a sale, not that his partner would pass by and see I wasn't there, or anything. He completely shut down the business. And kissed me on the mouth. And so did I.
This story has nothing special about it. It's more, with time I realized that everything was just a confusion. But time can't turn back, and what's done is done. And all I did in life is what transformed me into this fiery, satisfied, dangerous, and clandestine woman.
Even the attempt to deflower the vendor, who was crazy about taking me, after a long season of raw sex without foreplay or questions, was not only my first sexual experience. It was also the debut of the underground girl that I am today.
She closed the blind, turned around and grabbed my waist, lifted me onto the bench and lifted up my dress. She didn't even notice my underwear because she practically ripped off my bloomers.
In a single movement, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock, that one I knew perfectly well its taste, size, behavior at the moment of bursting, and put it in all its splendor on my wet ridge.
When he rubbed against me, I went crazy... it was like when I masturbated, but with the best of fingers, not mine, and just the right thickness. When his glans pressed against my clitoris, I felt a series of small explosions of feelings in my neck, stomach, and throat, which without wanting to, made me purr like a cat in heat.
My pleasure moan drove him crazy. And that undid everything. He started mumbling incomprehensible things, like an animal, but in the midst of his fondling because the guy couldn't get his hands off my tits, I understood something like see that you like cock, girl, you're going to have cock, cock, cock.
And it stayed like that, as if marked with the word cock, and he turned me around, almost in mid-air, taking hold of my waist, and pressed my belly against the bench. I was left with my ass looking at the ceiling, and my arms by the side of the chair.
I had no time for anything. Not even to tell him no. But the big jerk supported his enormous cock at the entrance of my asshole. I felt like that gland I knew well, when it was swallowing me with my mouth, supporting itself in my virgin anus. And the son of a slut, with his lubricated cock only using my juices, without using beautiful or anything, like Marlon Brandon did in 'The Last Tango in Paris', ate my cock in the ass, making me hurt and scream, but this time, it was no longer from pleasure.
They were three or four thrusts. I'm going to confess something: the last one of them didn't disgust me as much anymore, but that would be known a lot later. Now I'm an asshole's slut. If you don't do my ass well, it's like you haven't done anything. But at that moment I got offended very much.
I went gently to give him my virginity to my secret lover, the kiosk owner, who used to sell me figs and lollipops when I was a girl, and that very son of a whore made me ass. And on top of it, bad, brutal, and stingy. Three or four pushes, and it was over inside me.
He had his orgasm and collapsed. As he collapsed, all the mystique I had created around the mature and experienced man seemed to dissipate, as if the guy had accumulated a lot of heat, and then I left.
I got really mad. With my ass torn apart, full of cum and still a virgin.
Or almost.
Carlos, the newsstand vendor, had me so hot that I had decided to lose my virginity with him.
It was thus that one afternoon, very determined, I entered as always, but instead of hiding under the counter like I always did, I stayed standing in front of him.
Truth? It was tremendous: a silly dress that marked my breasts and showed something more than my knees, which was perfectly designed to lift it up and cut me off.
What's wrong with you, girl, asked the surprised newsstand vendor.
I wanted to ask you a question
Calm question, baby
I wanted to know at what hours you closed with the blinds and everything
At ten, ten thirty at night.
I put on a contrite face. But it wasn't false. I had another idea in my head, but I couldn't walk down the street at that hour without worrying about what was going on at home. Carlos asked me what was on my mind and I answered him without hesitation.
I want you to hold me, but at that hour I can't.
He looked at me with a killer's face. Mad with desire. And without hesitation, he closed the kiosk. As if it were night. He didn't care about anything. Not a sale, not that his partner would pass by and see I wasn't there, or anything. He completely shut down the business. And kissed me on the mouth. And so did I.
This story has nothing special about it. It's more, with time I realized that everything was just a confusion. But time can't turn back, and what's done is done. And all I did in life is what transformed me into this fiery, satisfied, dangerous, and clandestine woman.
Even the attempt to deflower the vendor, who was crazy about taking me, after a long season of raw sex without foreplay or questions, was not only my first sexual experience. It was also the debut of the underground girl that I am today.
She closed the blind, turned around and grabbed my waist, lifted me onto the bench and lifted up my dress. She didn't even notice my underwear because she practically ripped off my bloomers.
In a single movement, he unzipped his pants and freed his cock, that one I knew perfectly well its taste, size, behavior at the moment of bursting, and put it in all its splendor on my wet ridge.
When he rubbed against me, I went crazy... it was like when I masturbated, but with the best of fingers, not mine, and just the right thickness. When his glans pressed against my clitoris, I felt a series of small explosions of feelings in my neck, stomach, and throat, which without wanting to, made me purr like a cat in heat.
My pleasure moan drove him crazy. And that undid everything. He started mumbling incomprehensible things, like an animal, but in the midst of his fondling because the guy couldn't get his hands off my tits, I understood something like see that you like cock, girl, you're going to have cock, cock, cock.
And it stayed like that, as if marked with the word cock, and he turned me around, almost in mid-air, taking hold of my waist, and pressed my belly against the bench. I was left with my ass looking at the ceiling, and my arms by the side of the chair.
I had no time for anything. Not even to tell him no. But the big jerk supported his enormous cock at the entrance of my asshole. I felt like that gland I knew well, when it was swallowing me with my mouth, supporting itself in my virgin anus. And the son of a slut, with his lubricated cock only using my juices, without using beautiful or anything, like Marlon Brandon did in 'The Last Tango in Paris', ate my cock in the ass, making me hurt and scream, but this time, it was no longer from pleasure.
They were three or four thrusts. I'm going to confess something: the last one of them didn't disgust me as much anymore, but that would be known a lot later. Now I'm an asshole's slut. If you don't do my ass well, it's like you haven't done anything. But at that moment I got offended very much.
I went gently to give him my virginity to my secret lover, the kiosk owner, who used to sell me figs and lollipops when I was a girl, and that very son of a whore made me ass. And on top of it, bad, brutal, and stingy. Three or four pushes, and it was over inside me.
He had his orgasm and collapsed. As he collapsed, all the mystique I had created around the mature and experienced man seemed to dissipate, as if the guy had accumulated a lot of heat, and then I left.
I got really mad. With my ass torn apart, full of cum and still a virgin.
Or almost.
21 comentários - Debut with the vendor
@Kakaroto2017 ... quizás, si hacía las cosas bien, yo no sería la que soy.
gracias por compartir
Van +10 y recomendada
😜
ya me pongo a buscarla!
besos Misko