Hello to all and I am Marina, 35 years old, medium height, considered an ordinary woman with nothing special about measurements, although I'm very active in sexual matters, I'll tell you how I started my infidelities on a taxi ride, I made myself available to a extortionist who became my pervertor, expert in those things, although I've enjoyed many times, I want to share my story, which corresponds to a real situation, without fantasies or literary ornaments.
I'm a married woman and my husband is a person who can be considered good people, hardworking, responsible, and a little cold, which led me to get involved with an ex-college roommate and we would go out sometimes to have sexual encounters without commitment and enjoy each other's company for a while, that is when either of us wanted it, one of us would call the other, although I wanted it more often; everything was normal in our weekly encounters. It was the second month of our clandestine relationship when we requested a taxi service, note that we lived relatively close, the 28-year-old taxi driver, handsome and with well-defined muscles, took us to our love nest and very attentive offered us pickup service at the motel we had chosen, we accepted the service to avoid being seen by someone familiar, he took me home, my friend stayed on the way as he lived in a nearby sector, during that remaining trip, he told me I was very beautiful, what I did for a living, and many routine things, I responded with the truth, that was probably my mistake, until the bomb exploded and he told me he had everything recorded on video and showed me some images taken with a Go-Pro camera, there I was kissing and fondling with my friend with rights, he told me he would give them to my husband if I didn't agree to be his submissive slut and not protest, I begged him, I cried, and it wasn't possible for me to He left me in peace, not even with threats of going to the police, I agreed to see him the next day, he picked me up around 2 pm, took me to a rented room that had a bed, bathroom, TV, radio recorder, and a small fridge with some beers and liquor, it seemed like no one lived there but it had the basics for a dwelling.
As soon as we entered that room, he ordered me to take off my clothes and shower, I was left stunned, felt like the floor was opening up, I reluctantly agreed, the guy I'll call José also undressed and got into the shower, helped me lather in the most morbid way, treating me like putting his finger in my ass and slapping my buttocks because of my crack, I yelled at him to stop because it would leave marks or bruises if my husband found out and I'd have problems, he agreed and we fell onto the bed, he offered me his cock to suck, holding my hair on the side of my ears and forcing me to swallow almost the entire 18-centimeter piece of meat that was slightly flattened on both sides, with a clean head like it was a bald head and slightly bent to the left, I yelled at him to be more gentle and the wild guy just laughed, saying but you're a great slut, what are you complaining about? he told me he was recording me to have more proof that I was a slut, even though I didn't see cameras anywhere, when he felt satisfied with his oral perversion, he put me on all fours and penetrated me violently with one stroke, a ripping scream escaped my throat, ahh, damn it, be more gentle, guy! I yelled, he was pounding me so hard that I was entering a dilemma, I was enjoying this cock too much or hurting myself, obviously I was enjoying it and a lot.
On the other hand, I remembered my husband with his loving and passive acts, delicate and affectionate, my friend with rights was a bit more active, recursive, and skilled, but this wild guy didn't compare to anyone, he was giving me A brutal cock punch, but delicious, when he got tired he lay down on his back and made me sit on top of his cock that didn't stop being hard, how much endurance does this damn thing have, I thought, making me spin around before looking at his face, then sitting halfway to the side, giving a turn and showing him my back, I was delighted and perturbed at the same time, enjoying an unknown man who made me receive so much cock in the way he wanted, I felt like a musical box spinning on top of that guy, I felt my face reddening from José's insults and morbid comments, who kept saying, you have a tasty ass, I love your buttocks, and you're a slut, you're a slut with great potential among many morbidities, obscenities, and grossnesses, to end that position he shamelessly put one of his fingers in my asshole, at least one phalanx, I screamed and got off, he jumped on top of me, started pumping me missionary style, a position both mine and desired by my husband, but with the difference of force, kisses, and breast squeezes, suddenly he started trembling and grabbed himself with his hand, crawled until he was close to my face, filling me with thick, hot semen that dripped down my forehead, eyes, nose, and hair, he laughed with a mocking smile and pleasure etched on his face, I sucked it in my mouth still cumming and he sucked it until it got hard again, then I knew I would keep receiving cock indefinitely, he put it back in me with my legs up high and helping me with my hands not to dislocate, suddenly he grabbed his cock with his hand and started shaking it between my legs in a come-hither motion from top to bottom, at first I thought, what's this? What does he want, it was a new experience for me, but I didn't say anything, among other things because it was a new feeling for me that made me feel good and I was there obligated, with the hope that it would never happen again, how wrong I was. Type kept shaking my lips and sometimes he would put it in for a while and then shake again with his frantic oscillation, that's when I started to feel something strange in my entrails and suddenly a gush of water, urine or I don't know what came shooting out of my vaginal opening and reached José's chest who wasn't stopping laughing and tasting this unknown liquid for me, he enjoyed it visually and gustatorily, I was twisting around, it seemed like a geyser erupting water in jets. He knew exactly what that gush was about, I enjoyed it too, something new for me, a new learning experience, a situation that I would later explain to some types with whom I had been in bed. That day he made me try various positions, on all fours, on top of him, rotating in four times, front and back, side and back, and then back to the initial cycle, riding his cock, missionary position, half-side, finally, it was like a machine that guy, relentless, an expert at that game, I as always a good student, remembering what my uncle Federico had taught me and adding some things to enjoy with my partner of the time. We spent about two hours and a half in bed, receiving brutal cock, verbal obscenities, learning from an unknown type who knew how to move his ass, making me enjoy like a madwoman and never before, when he came inside my vagina I hugged him and gave me a strong, charming kiss, I thought it would never happen again, I felt protected, even happy, although I wanted to run away I knew that with that kind of attitude I would receive something for some time, at least until he got tired, I was wrong again enormously. We showered more delicately and he took me in his taxi to my house with the promise of new but greater and more exciting moments or afternoons of sport as he said, a curious fact is that we saw each other once a week, always on Mondays, with my friend I transferred the meetings to Thursdays, but a bit more spaced out, They will understand that quality is important for a woman; in my mind now was this wild one who was driving me crazy. As if everything was conspiring in my favor or I don't know, the day arrived when my husband had to fulfill a commission and travel for 48 hours to an intermediate city, somewhat distant from where I live, due to ignorance or I don't know what reason I told José who said uy mamacita yummy I'll prepare a surprise you will never forget; to pressure me he was sending photos of my first trip in that taxi with my friend and short videos of our first screw, the same ones he said he would send to my husband if he didn't comply with his whims, I knew I was being perverted, turning into a slut, a delicious one as José used to say. My husband left for his trip, José picked me up as usual, arriving at that room of perversion and luxury, in which one of his friends was with a girl around 20 years old, they can imagine my fright and impression at that moment, I felt abused and in the hands of those two practically unknown types to me, who turned out to be masters of culeo, but that's another story they will soon know. My training as a prostitute and mistress lasted about three months, in the hands of that wild master, thanks to God my husband never found out about these escapades of mine, until this day he remains good people, sanctimonious, delicate and fat which is the saddest thing, I don't know what that man would do if he finds out about my movements and escapades. With my college friend it also ended that relationship of rights, although we still have hot talks, remembering many things, being good friends and confidants. Today I try to have sex every day, days when I can escape from home or settle for my husband. Through this medium they will continue to know real stories of my escapades and training with this taxi driver, who was a perfect stranger, coarse and stupid, the one who became my master, perverter and tamer of a student who had some knowledge in that subject and graduated with honors, with advanced experience. If you want to comment, please do so, I'll try to read and answer what I can, goodbye Sandra, the Zángana since my rapist used to say so, I have memories of my student life with classmates, professors, friends, infidelities, and many more things.
I'm a married woman and my husband is a person who can be considered good people, hardworking, responsible, and a little cold, which led me to get involved with an ex-college roommate and we would go out sometimes to have sexual encounters without commitment and enjoy each other's company for a while, that is when either of us wanted it, one of us would call the other, although I wanted it more often; everything was normal in our weekly encounters. It was the second month of our clandestine relationship when we requested a taxi service, note that we lived relatively close, the 28-year-old taxi driver, handsome and with well-defined muscles, took us to our love nest and very attentive offered us pickup service at the motel we had chosen, we accepted the service to avoid being seen by someone familiar, he took me home, my friend stayed on the way as he lived in a nearby sector, during that remaining trip, he told me I was very beautiful, what I did for a living, and many routine things, I responded with the truth, that was probably my mistake, until the bomb exploded and he told me he had everything recorded on video and showed me some images taken with a Go-Pro camera, there I was kissing and fondling with my friend with rights, he told me he would give them to my husband if I didn't agree to be his submissive slut and not protest, I begged him, I cried, and it wasn't possible for me to He left me in peace, not even with threats of going to the police, I agreed to see him the next day, he picked me up around 2 pm, took me to a rented room that had a bed, bathroom, TV, radio recorder, and a small fridge with some beers and liquor, it seemed like no one lived there but it had the basics for a dwelling.
As soon as we entered that room, he ordered me to take off my clothes and shower, I was left stunned, felt like the floor was opening up, I reluctantly agreed, the guy I'll call José also undressed and got into the shower, helped me lather in the most morbid way, treating me like putting his finger in my ass and slapping my buttocks because of my crack, I yelled at him to stop because it would leave marks or bruises if my husband found out and I'd have problems, he agreed and we fell onto the bed, he offered me his cock to suck, holding my hair on the side of my ears and forcing me to swallow almost the entire 18-centimeter piece of meat that was slightly flattened on both sides, with a clean head like it was a bald head and slightly bent to the left, I yelled at him to be more gentle and the wild guy just laughed, saying but you're a great slut, what are you complaining about? he told me he was recording me to have more proof that I was a slut, even though I didn't see cameras anywhere, when he felt satisfied with his oral perversion, he put me on all fours and penetrated me violently with one stroke, a ripping scream escaped my throat, ahh, damn it, be more gentle, guy! I yelled, he was pounding me so hard that I was entering a dilemma, I was enjoying this cock too much or hurting myself, obviously I was enjoying it and a lot.
On the other hand, I remembered my husband with his loving and passive acts, delicate and affectionate, my friend with rights was a bit more active, recursive, and skilled, but this wild guy didn't compare to anyone, he was giving me A brutal cock punch, but delicious, when he got tired he lay down on his back and made me sit on top of his cock that didn't stop being hard, how much endurance does this damn thing have, I thought, making me spin around before looking at his face, then sitting halfway to the side, giving a turn and showing him my back, I was delighted and perturbed at the same time, enjoying an unknown man who made me receive so much cock in the way he wanted, I felt like a musical box spinning on top of that guy, I felt my face reddening from José's insults and morbid comments, who kept saying, you have a tasty ass, I love your buttocks, and you're a slut, you're a slut with great potential among many morbidities, obscenities, and grossnesses, to end that position he shamelessly put one of his fingers in my asshole, at least one phalanx, I screamed and got off, he jumped on top of me, started pumping me missionary style, a position both mine and desired by my husband, but with the difference of force, kisses, and breast squeezes, suddenly he started trembling and grabbed himself with his hand, crawled until he was close to my face, filling me with thick, hot semen that dripped down my forehead, eyes, nose, and hair, he laughed with a mocking smile and pleasure etched on his face, I sucked it in my mouth still cumming and he sucked it until it got hard again, then I knew I would keep receiving cock indefinitely, he put it back in me with my legs up high and helping me with my hands not to dislocate, suddenly he grabbed his cock with his hand and started shaking it between my legs in a come-hither motion from top to bottom, at first I thought, what's this? What does he want, it was a new experience for me, but I didn't say anything, among other things because it was a new feeling for me that made me feel good and I was there obligated, with the hope that it would never happen again, how wrong I was. Type kept shaking my lips and sometimes he would put it in for a while and then shake again with his frantic oscillation, that's when I started to feel something strange in my entrails and suddenly a gush of water, urine or I don't know what came shooting out of my vaginal opening and reached José's chest who wasn't stopping laughing and tasting this unknown liquid for me, he enjoyed it visually and gustatorily, I was twisting around, it seemed like a geyser erupting water in jets. He knew exactly what that gush was about, I enjoyed it too, something new for me, a new learning experience, a situation that I would later explain to some types with whom I had been in bed. That day he made me try various positions, on all fours, on top of him, rotating in four times, front and back, side and back, and then back to the initial cycle, riding his cock, missionary position, half-side, finally, it was like a machine that guy, relentless, an expert at that game, I as always a good student, remembering what my uncle Federico had taught me and adding some things to enjoy with my partner of the time. We spent about two hours and a half in bed, receiving brutal cock, verbal obscenities, learning from an unknown type who knew how to move his ass, making me enjoy like a madwoman and never before, when he came inside my vagina I hugged him and gave me a strong, charming kiss, I thought it would never happen again, I felt protected, even happy, although I wanted to run away I knew that with that kind of attitude I would receive something for some time, at least until he got tired, I was wrong again enormously. We showered more delicately and he took me in his taxi to my house with the promise of new but greater and more exciting moments or afternoons of sport as he said, a curious fact is that we saw each other once a week, always on Mondays, with my friend I transferred the meetings to Thursdays, but a bit more spaced out, They will understand that quality is important for a woman; in my mind now was this wild one who was driving me crazy. As if everything was conspiring in my favor or I don't know, the day arrived when my husband had to fulfill a commission and travel for 48 hours to an intermediate city, somewhat distant from where I live, due to ignorance or I don't know what reason I told José who said uy mamacita yummy I'll prepare a surprise you will never forget; to pressure me he was sending photos of my first trip in that taxi with my friend and short videos of our first screw, the same ones he said he would send to my husband if he didn't comply with his whims, I knew I was being perverted, turning into a slut, a delicious one as José used to say. My husband left for his trip, José picked me up as usual, arriving at that room of perversion and luxury, in which one of his friends was with a girl around 20 years old, they can imagine my fright and impression at that moment, I felt abused and in the hands of those two practically unknown types to me, who turned out to be masters of culeo, but that's another story they will soon know. My training as a prostitute and mistress lasted about three months, in the hands of that wild master, thanks to God my husband never found out about these escapades of mine, until this day he remains good people, sanctimonious, delicate and fat which is the saddest thing, I don't know what that man would do if he finds out about my movements and escapades. With my college friend it also ended that relationship of rights, although we still have hot talks, remembering many things, being good friends and confidants. Today I try to have sex every day, days when I can escape from home or settle for my husband. Through this medium they will continue to know real stories of my escapades and training with this taxi driver, who was a perfect stranger, coarse and stupid, the one who became my master, perverter and tamer of a student who had some knowledge in that subject and graduated with honors, with advanced experience. If you want to comment, please do so, I'll try to read and answer what I can, goodbye Sandra, the Zángana since my rapist used to say so, I have memories of my student life with classmates, professors, friends, infidelities, and many more things.
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