I was uncomfortable, feeling I had no decision-making power within the couple. Paula had taken the initiative herself and pretended it was a joint decision. Barely suggesting I wasn't entirely sure, that we could try with toys or a doll, something not involving third parties, she said very condescendingly and overbearingly that she needed human contact, socializing, that sex was more than just genital rubbing.
Even when the thing with the games where Paula played with Horacio happened, despite my consent in some form, I had the impression that Paula had taken advantage of a situation where we were all drunk and hot.
But I decided to let go of my insecurities and open up, be receptive to whatever fate might bring.
A few weeks after my diagnosis at a Sunday lunch, Paula surprised me by saying:
The Wednesday, Fiorella is coming over, she'll take the edge off for a bit, I hope it won't bother you. You know I'm bisexual too, and I thought it would bother you less if we started with someone cute.
Okay...
What's wrong?
I'm upset because you never consider me in your decisions anymore. Now you're bringing some cutie over to the house and everything is all settled, all closed off. I'd like us to talk about things like a couple. You know I'm sick and the only thing you've worried about is that you won't get it on for a few months.
Sorry, baby, it's obvious I'm worried about you. That's why I looked for my friend, I wanted everything not to be too much for you, and for you to mature slowly. Would you like me to bring two guys over and make some sandwiches without talking about it? My love, I do it for you too, because I know that guys get hot seeing cuties getting together and touching each other, Fiore says she doesn't mind if you watch.
If you say so...
Okay, come here and let me give you a blow job. Take off your pants... always got lost in masturbation and all my anger and doubts disappeared.
--love, did you see how Horacio had it? It was a wild animal that, haha! Tremendous! On top of being so dirty, it heats me up more. Can you imagine if I gave Horacio a blow job? To heat myself up more, you'd have to style my hair so it doesn't bother me. If not, I'll make a horse's booty and you can kneel down beside me and look at me, push my head back, does that sound good? You make me choke while he's inside me until it reaches my throat. Then I take it out and we splash around, I'd love for you to give me sloppy kisses with the taste of another guy's cock or cum, if you want you can share the cum. I think that would unite us like husband and wife forever. There's a before and after sharing the male cum, it's like a blood pact. A cum pact would be haha
Then I finished, Paula's ideas were quite original and crazy, and she knew exactly what to say to get me out of my place.
Until the day in question arrived, finally Paula's friend brought a bunch of toys and took her with them, nothing like what I had imagined.
Paula waited for her outside the shower with a towel, she went into the room and ordered her to get down on all fours. She pulled out a vibrator from a suitcase and masturbated her with it for 20 minutes while my girlfriend twisted around like a snake. After that, she brought a clitoral massager 30 cm long and put it in her vulva entrance and put a plug in her ass with a beautiful gem on the end. Paula was crying with pleasure until her friend took out the plug and put in a double vibrator that filled up my pussy and ass. And she started to get more aggressive and dominant, saying:
--Drink, now you're going to be mine. Do you like how both pipes are entering you? You're going to be Mommy's slut and when I need money, I'll prostitute you with some friends of mine and make you earn some platinum. How many are there? A team of Ascension football, but don't be scared, not everyone will come, about eight more or less. They'll turn around to grab you like this now. You like it.
─ Yes, ma'am. I'm your slut if you want to sell me, I'm yours.
─ That's how I like it, Nenita. I'll give you permission to finish, just because Mom is good.
─ Finished very tasty Pau, all in my presence. Fiore asked if I liked it, I said yes, and she apologized if she had gone too far.
─ I was never very fond of lesbian sex, but I got really hot as Paula continued with her submissive role, whoever the dominant role was.
─ Fiore stayed in the guest room because it was late.
─ The next day I woke up and found a very particular dialogue.
─ Yes, you'd better suit a married man. Married men are less problematic, they grab and don't bother at all. This guy Braulio has experience with married women, he's famous in the scene for his cock. Imagine when he lived in Spain, they called him the white Mandingo. He doesn't like games like BDSM, it's more about grabbing you and humiliating you with that huge trunk, no need for condiments.
─ Said Fiore, talking about the weather with incredible triviality. It was clear she had experience with these kinds of conversations about couples, swingers, endowed, etc
─ What if they don't hit me? I'd have to pass my cock over my face at least.
─ Said Pau with a hint of concern
─ Yes, yes, if you don't pay him in the end and he's capable, the boy can beat you. But you'll have to pay for him to do something that doesn't move like this.
─ My boyfriend has money, it's not the problem.
─ Then I'd say buy a lot of lubricant and some anesthetic gel for the anal. Finally, get your boyfriend to help with the lubrication issue, let him touch you a little first and put oils on you, that's something that gets used to doing.
─ Yes, he loves me, anything I ask him will do without problems.
─ He's my love but it doesn't reach you, right?
--That's not it, it's that being with those types with huge nipples and giant balls, they grab you and move everything around is like playing the World Cup or Champions League with my boyfriend, it's like playing a pick-up game with friends, I feel like I'm simulating having sex when based on my experience I know what it's really like to have sex.
--Are you a slut, eh?!
Well, let's see how Braulio goes, if they're doing well I know two forty-year-old brothers who are specialized in DP and present themselves in a ridiculous way, but okay, take your time.
Then I made myself masturbate secretly thinking that Paula was being screwed by those guys and they were spitting in her face, pulling her hair, getting upset to hit her, putting their hand in her mouth and making her gag, forcing her to crawl around the house while insulting her before penetrating her between the two of them, each one in each hole, alternating.
The fact that she had masturbated in front of several people and had screwed a cutie with me present changed everything. She had crossed the limit of imagination to arrive at the necessary fragment of reality so there would be no turning back. That door had closed and we were trapped in a labyrinth whose exit would never appear unless we recrossed the different spaces that remained for us to cross.
As a novelty, it started bothering me that Paula wanted to decide everything, I think she was abusing my permissiveness, I regretted everything, from the first time we played with exhibitionist acts to anything related to her being with another guy or any games with toys where she ended up fucked, I thought part of it was my fault. Then I realized that part of what excited me was just that pain that all this generated, because when that element was absent we were just another liberal couple, but for me the humiliation she suffered it was infringing on me. On the other hand, things that generated hatred towards her (a feeling I never had until those moments), made me want to take her violently and get rid of that arrogant posture she had, but since I knew it was impossible with my normal penis, I started wanting them to humiliate her, mistreat her, make her a free slut, and bring down all the haughty air she had, then I couldn't wait for her to end up with her ass torn apart, and be out of commission for a few good days without being able to sit, so she'd learn that everything one desires can become reality. I started wanting Braulio to take her with that huge cock and hurt her, the hurt I couldn't do.
Even when the thing with the games where Paula played with Horacio happened, despite my consent in some form, I had the impression that Paula had taken advantage of a situation where we were all drunk and hot.
But I decided to let go of my insecurities and open up, be receptive to whatever fate might bring.
A few weeks after my diagnosis at a Sunday lunch, Paula surprised me by saying:
The Wednesday, Fiorella is coming over, she'll take the edge off for a bit, I hope it won't bother you. You know I'm bisexual too, and I thought it would bother you less if we started with someone cute.
Okay...
What's wrong?
I'm upset because you never consider me in your decisions anymore. Now you're bringing some cutie over to the house and everything is all settled, all closed off. I'd like us to talk about things like a couple. You know I'm sick and the only thing you've worried about is that you won't get it on for a few months.
Sorry, baby, it's obvious I'm worried about you. That's why I looked for my friend, I wanted everything not to be too much for you, and for you to mature slowly. Would you like me to bring two guys over and make some sandwiches without talking about it? My love, I do it for you too, because I know that guys get hot seeing cuties getting together and touching each other, Fiore says she doesn't mind if you watch.
If you say so...
Okay, come here and let me give you a blow job. Take off your pants... always got lost in masturbation and all my anger and doubts disappeared.
--love, did you see how Horacio had it? It was a wild animal that, haha! Tremendous! On top of being so dirty, it heats me up more. Can you imagine if I gave Horacio a blow job? To heat myself up more, you'd have to style my hair so it doesn't bother me. If not, I'll make a horse's booty and you can kneel down beside me and look at me, push my head back, does that sound good? You make me choke while he's inside me until it reaches my throat. Then I take it out and we splash around, I'd love for you to give me sloppy kisses with the taste of another guy's cock or cum, if you want you can share the cum. I think that would unite us like husband and wife forever. There's a before and after sharing the male cum, it's like a blood pact. A cum pact would be haha
Then I finished, Paula's ideas were quite original and crazy, and she knew exactly what to say to get me out of my place.
Until the day in question arrived, finally Paula's friend brought a bunch of toys and took her with them, nothing like what I had imagined.
Paula waited for her outside the shower with a towel, she went into the room and ordered her to get down on all fours. She pulled out a vibrator from a suitcase and masturbated her with it for 20 minutes while my girlfriend twisted around like a snake. After that, she brought a clitoral massager 30 cm long and put it in her vulva entrance and put a plug in her ass with a beautiful gem on the end. Paula was crying with pleasure until her friend took out the plug and put in a double vibrator that filled up my pussy and ass. And she started to get more aggressive and dominant, saying:
--Drink, now you're going to be mine. Do you like how both pipes are entering you? You're going to be Mommy's slut and when I need money, I'll prostitute you with some friends of mine and make you earn some platinum. How many are there? A team of Ascension football, but don't be scared, not everyone will come, about eight more or less. They'll turn around to grab you like this now. You like it.
─ Yes, ma'am. I'm your slut if you want to sell me, I'm yours.
─ That's how I like it, Nenita. I'll give you permission to finish, just because Mom is good.
─ Finished very tasty Pau, all in my presence. Fiore asked if I liked it, I said yes, and she apologized if she had gone too far.
─ I was never very fond of lesbian sex, but I got really hot as Paula continued with her submissive role, whoever the dominant role was.
─ Fiore stayed in the guest room because it was late.
─ The next day I woke up and found a very particular dialogue.
─ Yes, you'd better suit a married man. Married men are less problematic, they grab and don't bother at all. This guy Braulio has experience with married women, he's famous in the scene for his cock. Imagine when he lived in Spain, they called him the white Mandingo. He doesn't like games like BDSM, it's more about grabbing you and humiliating you with that huge trunk, no need for condiments.
─ Said Fiore, talking about the weather with incredible triviality. It was clear she had experience with these kinds of conversations about couples, swingers, endowed, etc
─ What if they don't hit me? I'd have to pass my cock over my face at least.
─ Said Pau with a hint of concern
─ Yes, yes, if you don't pay him in the end and he's capable, the boy can beat you. But you'll have to pay for him to do something that doesn't move like this.
─ My boyfriend has money, it's not the problem.
─ Then I'd say buy a lot of lubricant and some anesthetic gel for the anal. Finally, get your boyfriend to help with the lubrication issue, let him touch you a little first and put oils on you, that's something that gets used to doing.
─ Yes, he loves me, anything I ask him will do without problems.
─ He's my love but it doesn't reach you, right?
--That's not it, it's that being with those types with huge nipples and giant balls, they grab you and move everything around is like playing the World Cup or Champions League with my boyfriend, it's like playing a pick-up game with friends, I feel like I'm simulating having sex when based on my experience I know what it's really like to have sex.
--Are you a slut, eh?!
Well, let's see how Braulio goes, if they're doing well I know two forty-year-old brothers who are specialized in DP and present themselves in a ridiculous way, but okay, take your time.
Then I made myself masturbate secretly thinking that Paula was being screwed by those guys and they were spitting in her face, pulling her hair, getting upset to hit her, putting their hand in her mouth and making her gag, forcing her to crawl around the house while insulting her before penetrating her between the two of them, each one in each hole, alternating.
The fact that she had masturbated in front of several people and had screwed a cutie with me present changed everything. She had crossed the limit of imagination to arrive at the necessary fragment of reality so there would be no turning back. That door had closed and we were trapped in a labyrinth whose exit would never appear unless we recrossed the different spaces that remained for us to cross.
As a novelty, it started bothering me that Paula wanted to decide everything, I think she was abusing my permissiveness, I regretted everything, from the first time we played with exhibitionist acts to anything related to her being with another guy or any games with toys where she ended up fucked, I thought part of it was my fault. Then I realized that part of what excited me was just that pain that all this generated, because when that element was absent we were just another liberal couple, but for me the humiliation she suffered it was infringing on me. On the other hand, things that generated hatred towards her (a feeling I never had until those moments), made me want to take her violently and get rid of that arrogant posture she had, but since I knew it was impossible with my normal penis, I started wanting them to humiliate her, mistreat her, make her a free slut, and bring down all the haughty air she had, then I couldn't wait for her to end up with her ass torn apart, and be out of commission for a few good days without being able to sit, so she'd learn that everything one desires can become reality. I started wanting Braulio to take her with that huge cock and hurt her, the hurt I couldn't do.
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