Hello, my name is Beth, I'm 25 years old now and my story with Carlos goes back to when I was 21, four years after what happened in prep. After that incident my mentality changed, I stopped worrying about what could happen to me or even what could happen to me, all I wanted was a normal life like any other person although I knew it would never be possible for me due to my condition. Everything starts with an invitation from my best friend Paoli (at the time she was the only one who knew about my nymphomania), she invited me to a party and told me to dress up, so I put on my best outfit: 
I knew it was extremely provocative, but as I said, I no longer cared about the consequences, I just wanted to be happy and have fun with my best friend. After asking permission, Paoli and I went to the party, upon arrival she introduced me to some friends and among them there was a very handsome and tall guy with beautiful eyes, smooth skin and wore a beautiful outfit, I am very fixated on that and he definitely was the one who shone the most that night. The night continued, drinks got to me a bit and I felt a little dizzy from the alcohol, so I separated from the group to sit down and let it wear off a bit, not much later a guy I didn't know approached me and started talking to me, I didn't understand much of what he was saying because of the alcohol and loud music, however, the stranger didn't take long to start touching my leg, until he went up a bit and put his fingers in my vagina. I wasn't in a condition to refuse anything and just prayed that the situation wouldn't escalate, after a while like this, I noticed him trying to lift me up and saying we should go to the bathroom to keep going. And it was there when my angel Salvador arrived, Carlos approached me and whispered if I wanted this and I told him no in the same way, so I took the stranger's wrist with force and said if you touch my girlfriend again, I'll tear your hands off and leave you for nothing, pig, I suppose Carlos already had a reputation for something because the stranger just got up and left without saying anything. Little later Paoli arrived and asked if we were leaving, both of us said yes and we got into Carlos's car, the three of us went to his apartment and stayed there to sleep, since only had a double bed we slept there the three of us, I took off my top and skirt but Carlos lent me an extra large shirt that covered me completely, Paoli just undressed and Carlos took off his shirt. I lay down between both of them, however, couldn't sleep, kept thinking about what Carlos had done, the way he had The one who saved me, in how she protected me, in the way she handled it, in that she was standing in front of me without a shirt, I had only known her for a few hours and couldn't stop thinking about her. Inevitably, I brought my hand to my groin and started masturbating. The next morning, Paoli woke me up because she was leaving and asked if I wanted to come home with her, but I refused because I had too much and was too drunk to think clearly, so she left. A few hours later, a rich smell woke me up and I got out of bed to see who it was. When I came out of the room, I saw Carlos cooking and he told me to sit down, saying that breakfast was ready. We sat down to eat and only talked, there was no sexual innuendo or strange approach, we were just two strangers having breakfast after a party. Everything was fine until he said I could take a bath and that he had towels around here, so I accepted because my beer smell was too much. It was a very quiet bath, the whole time I was looking at the door waiting for the moment when Carlos would come in to rape me, but it never happened. I changed, put my clothes back on, and then he asked something. Can I ask something? What are all those marks on your body?
Due to all the abuse I received, my body was full of marks, scratches, or scars. I only told him that in the past many people took advantage of me and without expecting it, I started crying. He just hugged me without saying anything, hugged me and touched my head like I was a small girl until I fell asleep. I suppose one part of me was so relaxed that nothing else happened. When I woke up, he offered to take me home, got off with me, apologized to my parents for the hour, and stayed for dinner with us. Of course, over time we kept going out and he never hinted at anything sexual, but we went out all the time, which somehow excited me more, it wasn't like any boy I had known before. One day we went out to eat and I told him if we were going to his house to watch a movie and order something to eat, he accepted and used the pretext of warmth to tell me he was going to change, so I went to the room and put this on:
It was a mini-party that left everything visible, when I got out of the room he kept looking at me and couldn't take his eyes off me, I sat down on the couch with him, put one leg over his and we started watching the movie, of course it didn't take long for him to put his hand on my leg and I started getting really hot, and when I looked at his crotch you could already see a bulge trying to show itself, so I had the fantastic idea of telling him to take off his clothes too, so he listened and took off his shirt, then his pants and in his boxer shorts his erect penis was clearly visible, it was so noticeable that almost transparent, I couldn't take my eyes off his penis, he sat back down and I put my shirt over his leg and could smell him, he had me right in front of him, I couldn't resist the temptation and started caressing it, touching it slowly through the boxer shorts. It didn't take long before I felt a curious hand rubbing my ass, I wondered if he could and that made me even hotter, of course I told him yes and without hesitation he gave me a slap on the butt that made me explode with pleasure, while he had his penis moving and I was just babbling with pleasure, and all he asked was do you want me to take it out? Of course I said yes, and when he had it in front of me, touching my face and at the height of my mouth, I couldn't help myself anymore, I put it in my mouth like I never had before, I had seen and tried so many penises since I was very young and this one felt like it was the first time I had done it. The situation escalated, one thing led to another and we ended up on top of each other. Sex with Carlos was incredible, his penis is the most beautiful I've ever seen, white and veiny like few others, it was aggressive but with a hint of passion, he didn't seem to care about anything, you could tell he's someone experienced like me, he made me come multiple times and we had so much pent-up desire that we lasted 6 hours having sex with many I lost count of the rounds. That night I ended up sleeping over at his place, I didn't want it to ever end, with him I could let my nymphomania fly like never before, thanks to him I enjoyed sex like never before, for me that was my true first time. Time went by and a lot of sex later he officially asked me to be his girlfriend, he told me if I wanted to move in with him, but my parents wouldn't let me, still I spent weeks staying over at his place, that house became a cradle of sex, there wasn't an hour, zone or place where we didn't get it on, even after I left I was still having urges, my nymphomania had never been so high. Anthony paid for the IUD and he has low fertility, so we could have sex without a condom and come inside me as many times as I wanted without having to worry about taking the morning-after pill. For two months I had the perfect relationship and everything in my life was incredible, until something happened that marked a decline once again. One day Carlos decided to throw a costume party, and I decided to put on the best outfit I had and thought it would never be possible to wear.
I knew using that outfit anywhere else was almost certain to be a violation, so they would let me go and not keep me captive forever until I was discarded like trash, but however, in Carlos' department, which was practically my second home, being with him, I knew I'd be safe, and it was, during the whole party whenever someone tried to get ahead of themselves or throw their weight around, Carlos would be there to put them in their place. Everything was fine until Paoli and her boyfriend Héctor arrived, since they got here and we greeted each other, note that he was looking at me in a very strange way from the moment he saw me, I could tell he desired me incredibly, undressing me with his piercing gaze during the whole night, not taking his eyes off me, however, I didn't give it much importance and let him pass. When the party ended and everyone had left, only a few of Carlos' friends and acquaintances remained, Paoli and Héctor among them, they fell asleep on the couch and I in the room with Carlos. We were both so drunk that we fell asleep completely, but later during the night, I felt like going to the bathroom, my outfit was a bit uncomfortable but I put it back on since I was going out of the room and it was the only thing I had at hand, so I went to the bathroom, to my surprise someone was waiting for me to finish, barely in, someone tries to open the door, I pushed to keep them out but couldn't, they were stronger than me, when they finally get in, they lock the door with a latch and see their face, it was Héctor, Carlos' best friend and my best friend's boyfriend. As soon as he came in, he started kissing me forcefully and grabbing my ass, which was exposed due to the outfit, when I asked him what he was doing, he just replied that he was dying to have sex with me and treat me like the slut I was, I didn't understand where this was coming from or why he said it. Héctor was very strong, according to Paoli he had mentioned it sometime.
Once again, he was going to the Gym and had a very marked body, so I couldn't do anything against his strength. When I tried to escape, he hit me with a slap that threw me to the floor. In that moment, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his member in front of me, took my head with force, and put his penis in my mouth. He did it with so much force that every time my face hit his pelvis, I felt like I was going to break my nose and he inserted his penis so deep that I almost vomited a couple of times. He didn't let me breathe, without warning, he thrust inside my throat and pulled out to throw some semen on my face and clothes, leaving them stained. He took hold of my hair and lifted me up by force, inclined me against the toilet bowl, ripped off my suit, exposing my backside and vagina. He positioned his penis and began to put it in without lubricating beforehand. He inserted and withdrew with such brutality that I thought he was going to tear off half my body. It hurt a lot, but I couldn't scream or complain because he was covering my mouth with one hand and pulling my hair or fondling my breasts with the other. He finally finished, came outside, and threw all his semen on my back, staining my black suit with white semen, knowing that I would never be able to remove the stain. Maybe that's why he did it. He finished, pulled out, left me exhausted on the floor, and went out the door, turning off the bathroom lights without saying a word. When I got out, he was sleeping with Paoli, and I couldn't leave the bathroom all night because of my sadness. I tried to remove the stains from my suit so Carlos wouldn't see them, but failed. So I just threw away my favorite suit, decided not to tell Carlos anything to avoid problems, assuming that Hector only wanted to get rid of his desires and wouldn't overdo it again. After all, he was a man and men usually did that, except for Carlos. However, I never stopped. Every weekend, I would stay at Carlos's house and take advantage of getting out of the room just to let him have sex with me in... armchair, I was waiting for any opportunity that had to be able to touch me, he was totally obsessed with me, I accepted it because I didn't want to cause problems for Carlos, and less wanted to provoke a fight with his best friend, I only accepted it as another abuse of the many I had lived, however, the situation was reaching its limit. When we turned 6 months old, on our anniversary, Carlos called me and told me to put on the most beautiful and provocative thing I had, I naturally accepted. At that time Carlos was constantly stressed due to a nasty professor who had a grudge against him and was going to fail him, he told me he would take me to an incredible place for dinner but that he had to do me a favor first, I didn't understand what he wanted, however, I got dressed and went like this:
When I arrived at the faculty, everyone was looking at me because I was so beautiful, obviously I was going to put on a beautiful outfit for my boyfriend and our half year together, when he saw me, he looked very serious, didn't say anything about my outfit, just took my hand and took me to the teachers' parking lot, opened the back door of a white car and there was a teacher around 50 years old and said please, I need you to do it, I won't be able to pass the subject if you don't, just do this favor for me, okay? without saying anything else, he got in the car with me and started rubbing my leg, calling me pretty little girl, saying that he hadn't felt a leg like mine in years, the car didn't have polarized windows so everyone could see him rubbing and sticking it up my ass until he came, I couldn't process everything that was happening, I was in shock while that guy was taking me and Carlos just sat back in the car with his back to us. When the teacher finished, I adjusted my skirt and got out of the car, the teacher congratulated Carlos and told him he had passed the subject, without saying anything else, started walking and I followed him, he said he had made a reservation at a beautiful place and I just asked him to take me home, got out of the car and all he said was I'm sorry for everything with tears in his eyes, it being the first and last time I saw Carlos cry, during the whole weekend we didn't talk or see each other. When my courage had passed, I decided to talk to him, I wanted to tell him that I understood what had happened and that I didn't have any problems, that he could use me however he wanted as long as he kept loving me, but he never answered. Days later I went to his apartment and he wasn't there, asked Paoli and she said she knew nothing about him, went to the faculty and they told me he had dropped out a few days ago, no one knew anything about him, it was like the earth had swallowed him up, but what hurt me most was knowing that those were his last words for me. They were a I regret and not a I love you. Currently I'm 25 years old with my partner Veronica, we adopted a small girl and I've been taking care of myself and restarting my therapies with psychologists and psychiatrists, it took me late years to overcome Carlos, so much that sex with men tasted little, no one satisfied me and my nymphomanic impulses decreased incredibly, now I'm happy as a wife and mother. It's all thanks to Carlos, the only person I've loved, my angel and demon, my everything that turned into nothing.
I knew it was extremely provocative, but as I said, I no longer cared about the consequences, I just wanted to be happy and have fun with my best friend. After asking permission, Paoli and I went to the party, upon arrival she introduced me to some friends and among them there was a very handsome and tall guy with beautiful eyes, smooth skin and wore a beautiful outfit, I am very fixated on that and he definitely was the one who shone the most that night. The night continued, drinks got to me a bit and I felt a little dizzy from the alcohol, so I separated from the group to sit down and let it wear off a bit, not much later a guy I didn't know approached me and started talking to me, I didn't understand much of what he was saying because of the alcohol and loud music, however, the stranger didn't take long to start touching my leg, until he went up a bit and put his fingers in my vagina. I wasn't in a condition to refuse anything and just prayed that the situation wouldn't escalate, after a while like this, I noticed him trying to lift me up and saying we should go to the bathroom to keep going. And it was there when my angel Salvador arrived, Carlos approached me and whispered if I wanted this and I told him no in the same way, so I took the stranger's wrist with force and said if you touch my girlfriend again, I'll tear your hands off and leave you for nothing, pig, I suppose Carlos already had a reputation for something because the stranger just got up and left without saying anything. Little later Paoli arrived and asked if we were leaving, both of us said yes and we got into Carlos's car, the three of us went to his apartment and stayed there to sleep, since only had a double bed we slept there the three of us, I took off my top and skirt but Carlos lent me an extra large shirt that covered me completely, Paoli just undressed and Carlos took off his shirt. I lay down between both of them, however, couldn't sleep, kept thinking about what Carlos had done, the way he had The one who saved me, in how she protected me, in the way she handled it, in that she was standing in front of me without a shirt, I had only known her for a few hours and couldn't stop thinking about her. Inevitably, I brought my hand to my groin and started masturbating. The next morning, Paoli woke me up because she was leaving and asked if I wanted to come home with her, but I refused because I had too much and was too drunk to think clearly, so she left. A few hours later, a rich smell woke me up and I got out of bed to see who it was. When I came out of the room, I saw Carlos cooking and he told me to sit down, saying that breakfast was ready. We sat down to eat and only talked, there was no sexual innuendo or strange approach, we were just two strangers having breakfast after a party. Everything was fine until he said I could take a bath and that he had towels around here, so I accepted because my beer smell was too much. It was a very quiet bath, the whole time I was looking at the door waiting for the moment when Carlos would come in to rape me, but it never happened. I changed, put my clothes back on, and then he asked something. Can I ask something? What are all those marks on your body?Due to all the abuse I received, my body was full of marks, scratches, or scars. I only told him that in the past many people took advantage of me and without expecting it, I started crying. He just hugged me without saying anything, hugged me and touched my head like I was a small girl until I fell asleep. I suppose one part of me was so relaxed that nothing else happened. When I woke up, he offered to take me home, got off with me, apologized to my parents for the hour, and stayed for dinner with us. Of course, over time we kept going out and he never hinted at anything sexual, but we went out all the time, which somehow excited me more, it wasn't like any boy I had known before. One day we went out to eat and I told him if we were going to his house to watch a movie and order something to eat, he accepted and used the pretext of warmth to tell me he was going to change, so I went to the room and put this on:It was a mini-party that left everything visible, when I got out of the room he kept looking at me and couldn't take his eyes off me, I sat down on the couch with him, put one leg over his and we started watching the movie, of course it didn't take long for him to put his hand on my leg and I started getting really hot, and when I looked at his crotch you could already see a bulge trying to show itself, so I had the fantastic idea of telling him to take off his clothes too, so he listened and took off his shirt, then his pants and in his boxer shorts his erect penis was clearly visible, it was so noticeable that almost transparent, I couldn't take my eyes off his penis, he sat back down and I put my shirt over his leg and could smell him, he had me right in front of him, I couldn't resist the temptation and started caressing it, touching it slowly through the boxer shorts. It didn't take long before I felt a curious hand rubbing my ass, I wondered if he could and that made me even hotter, of course I told him yes and without hesitation he gave me a slap on the butt that made me explode with pleasure, while he had his penis moving and I was just babbling with pleasure, and all he asked was do you want me to take it out? Of course I said yes, and when he had it in front of me, touching my face and at the height of my mouth, I couldn't help myself anymore, I put it in my mouth like I never had before, I had seen and tried so many penises since I was very young and this one felt like it was the first time I had done it. The situation escalated, one thing led to another and we ended up on top of each other. Sex with Carlos was incredible, his penis is the most beautiful I've ever seen, white and veiny like few others, it was aggressive but with a hint of passion, he didn't seem to care about anything, you could tell he's someone experienced like me, he made me come multiple times and we had so much pent-up desire that we lasted 6 hours having sex with many I lost count of the rounds. That night I ended up sleeping over at his place, I didn't want it to ever end, with him I could let my nymphomania fly like never before, thanks to him I enjoyed sex like never before, for me that was my true first time. Time went by and a lot of sex later he officially asked me to be his girlfriend, he told me if I wanted to move in with him, but my parents wouldn't let me, still I spent weeks staying over at his place, that house became a cradle of sex, there wasn't an hour, zone or place where we didn't get it on, even after I left I was still having urges, my nymphomania had never been so high. Anthony paid for the IUD and he has low fertility, so we could have sex without a condom and come inside me as many times as I wanted without having to worry about taking the morning-after pill. For two months I had the perfect relationship and everything in my life was incredible, until something happened that marked a decline once again. One day Carlos decided to throw a costume party, and I decided to put on the best outfit I had and thought it would never be possible to wear.I knew using that outfit anywhere else was almost certain to be a violation, so they would let me go and not keep me captive forever until I was discarded like trash, but however, in Carlos' department, which was practically my second home, being with him, I knew I'd be safe, and it was, during the whole party whenever someone tried to get ahead of themselves or throw their weight around, Carlos would be there to put them in their place. Everything was fine until Paoli and her boyfriend Héctor arrived, since they got here and we greeted each other, note that he was looking at me in a very strange way from the moment he saw me, I could tell he desired me incredibly, undressing me with his piercing gaze during the whole night, not taking his eyes off me, however, I didn't give it much importance and let him pass. When the party ended and everyone had left, only a few of Carlos' friends and acquaintances remained, Paoli and Héctor among them, they fell asleep on the couch and I in the room with Carlos. We were both so drunk that we fell asleep completely, but later during the night, I felt like going to the bathroom, my outfit was a bit uncomfortable but I put it back on since I was going out of the room and it was the only thing I had at hand, so I went to the bathroom, to my surprise someone was waiting for me to finish, barely in, someone tries to open the door, I pushed to keep them out but couldn't, they were stronger than me, when they finally get in, they lock the door with a latch and see their face, it was Héctor, Carlos' best friend and my best friend's boyfriend. As soon as he came in, he started kissing me forcefully and grabbing my ass, which was exposed due to the outfit, when I asked him what he was doing, he just replied that he was dying to have sex with me and treat me like the slut I was, I didn't understand where this was coming from or why he said it. Héctor was very strong, according to Paoli he had mentioned it sometime. Once again, he was going to the Gym and had a very marked body, so I couldn't do anything against his strength. When I tried to escape, he hit me with a slap that threw me to the floor. In that moment, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his member in front of me, took my head with force, and put his penis in my mouth. He did it with so much force that every time my face hit his pelvis, I felt like I was going to break my nose and he inserted his penis so deep that I almost vomited a couple of times. He didn't let me breathe, without warning, he thrust inside my throat and pulled out to throw some semen on my face and clothes, leaving them stained. He took hold of my hair and lifted me up by force, inclined me against the toilet bowl, ripped off my suit, exposing my backside and vagina. He positioned his penis and began to put it in without lubricating beforehand. He inserted and withdrew with such brutality that I thought he was going to tear off half my body. It hurt a lot, but I couldn't scream or complain because he was covering my mouth with one hand and pulling my hair or fondling my breasts with the other. He finally finished, came outside, and threw all his semen on my back, staining my black suit with white semen, knowing that I would never be able to remove the stain. Maybe that's why he did it. He finished, pulled out, left me exhausted on the floor, and went out the door, turning off the bathroom lights without saying a word. When I got out, he was sleeping with Paoli, and I couldn't leave the bathroom all night because of my sadness. I tried to remove the stains from my suit so Carlos wouldn't see them, but failed. So I just threw away my favorite suit, decided not to tell Carlos anything to avoid problems, assuming that Hector only wanted to get rid of his desires and wouldn't overdo it again. After all, he was a man and men usually did that, except for Carlos. However, I never stopped. Every weekend, I would stay at Carlos's house and take advantage of getting out of the room just to let him have sex with me in... armchair, I was waiting for any opportunity that had to be able to touch me, he was totally obsessed with me, I accepted it because I didn't want to cause problems for Carlos, and less wanted to provoke a fight with his best friend, I only accepted it as another abuse of the many I had lived, however, the situation was reaching its limit. When we turned 6 months old, on our anniversary, Carlos called me and told me to put on the most beautiful and provocative thing I had, I naturally accepted. At that time Carlos was constantly stressed due to a nasty professor who had a grudge against him and was going to fail him, he told me he would take me to an incredible place for dinner but that he had to do me a favor first, I didn't understand what he wanted, however, I got dressed and went like this:
When I arrived at the faculty, everyone was looking at me because I was so beautiful, obviously I was going to put on a beautiful outfit for my boyfriend and our half year together, when he saw me, he looked very serious, didn't say anything about my outfit, just took my hand and took me to the teachers' parking lot, opened the back door of a white car and there was a teacher around 50 years old and said please, I need you to do it, I won't be able to pass the subject if you don't, just do this favor for me, okay? without saying anything else, he got in the car with me and started rubbing my leg, calling me pretty little girl, saying that he hadn't felt a leg like mine in years, the car didn't have polarized windows so everyone could see him rubbing and sticking it up my ass until he came, I couldn't process everything that was happening, I was in shock while that guy was taking me and Carlos just sat back in the car with his back to us. When the teacher finished, I adjusted my skirt and got out of the car, the teacher congratulated Carlos and told him he had passed the subject, without saying anything else, started walking and I followed him, he said he had made a reservation at a beautiful place and I just asked him to take me home, got out of the car and all he said was I'm sorry for everything with tears in his eyes, it being the first and last time I saw Carlos cry, during the whole weekend we didn't talk or see each other. When my courage had passed, I decided to talk to him, I wanted to tell him that I understood what had happened and that I didn't have any problems, that he could use me however he wanted as long as he kept loving me, but he never answered. Days later I went to his apartment and he wasn't there, asked Paoli and she said she knew nothing about him, went to the faculty and they told me he had dropped out a few days ago, no one knew anything about him, it was like the earth had swallowed him up, but what hurt me most was knowing that those were his last words for me. They were a I regret and not a I love you. Currently I'm 25 years old with my partner Veronica, we adopted a small girl and I've been taking care of myself and restarting my therapies with psychologists and psychiatrists, it took me late years to overcome Carlos, so much that sex with men tasted little, no one satisfied me and my nymphomanic impulses decreased incredibly, now I'm happy as a wife and mother. It's all thanks to Carlos, the only person I've loved, my angel and demon, my everything that turned into nothing.
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