Surprise
When someone fucks you - and I'm not referring to when you're moving on someone, but rather when someone grabs your hair, gives you a couple of slaps, and shoves their cock in with force all the way to your balls - it's inevitable to feel submissive towards that person; even if you're a terrible piece of ass and have given your full consent.
When you cum, or feel it running inside you, you know that now you belong to them, that now you're theirs unconditionally. And it doesn't matter if it's a stranger, or if you'll never see them again. During that powerful moment of psychological submission, they possessed you, literally the owner of your body and mind. And after that, it's almost impossible not to think that person is your master.
That was exactly what I felt, locked in my room and curled up on my bed. In the end, no old man with velvet hands had made love to me on silk sheets; I had been deflowered in the street, and by a guy from nowhere; and I had to throw away a thong that I really liked (it had a pink pom-pom at the front); and I couldn't sit well for several days. But you know what? It was the last time I cried. And even though they had ripped my ass, I realized that no matter what happened, I would always love cock.
The subsequent days, I dried my tears and forgotten the shame, spending time in bed, eating ice cream and sleeping like a baby, thinking about how well that son of a whore violin had entered me to leave me lying there, sucking my finger. But as soon as I felt better, fever returned, and although it still hurt a little, I was morbidly masturbating, remembering that night. After all, something good had to come out of it if I wanted to be myself again. Speaking of which, I categorically refused to take those damn pills; and since it was vacation time, I enjoyed staying alone at home, almost the whole day.
It was my glory because I could do what I liked most, besides letting myself get caught: turning into a minita and wanking in front of the mirror, trying on slut faces for when it would be true. I used everything from my mom and sister, and also started setting up my own cross wardrobe. My favorite was the uniform of 'Catholic high school slut': a tight white shirt that showed the bra underneath; a tiny tabled brief and a burgundy tie; a classic white thong; lace stockings in the same tone; and a short gold chain with a crucifix. Unfortunately, I couldn't wear it to school like this, but that didn't stop me from milking some chumps at recess...
For when I was in third grade, my dad no longer lived at home, so I would go out almost every night. At an end-of-week party, I met Diego, a carilindo 'in the closet' guy who was quite perverted. The first thing he told me was: You look just like a cutie..., and I knew immediately that I was going to end up giving him ass. We started sneaking out together. We would meet three or four days a week at the party house where we had met, which turned out to be a family property that he took care of and used as his private club. I would bring my 'putting kit' in my toiletry bag, so I could 'cross over' in all senses of the word, and sometimes I would stay overnight there. He was five years older than me and nice and friendly but not delicate, rather a bit ugly. I felt on cloud nine, drawing little hearts, because he treated me like a real woman. He was my 'forbidden' girlfriend.
One day we agreed to meet at night, as always. He told me to ask permission to stay and sleep over and to bring all my 'arsenal of porn', that he had a surprise for me. Obviously my mom and sister didn't know anything about my nocturnal excursions. I was happy because I was going to try out new lingerie and perfume, and I combined a variant of the school uniform because it turned him on more than me our age difference, and that I was really in high school.
I arrived, we kissed, I took a small beer glass, lit some of his joint, and went to the bathroom to change like always. I spent a good amount of time making up and styling my hair, eager for the surprise. I didn't really like the pot party vibe because it was getting in the way, so I always smoked much less than him. But that thing made my blood boil and my heart beat stronger, making me uncontrollably horny. And he knew it.
I left super horny, with my coconut perfume, the schoolgirl costume, and that illegal smell in the air that made me want to be even more naughty, to see that the surprise was a complete stranger, sitting on the couch, with both hands on his knees and an expression of calm lust. I felt like this boy -approximately the same age as Diego- had control of the situation, and his opinion was more important than mine. I greeted him with a timid Hello..., not knowing what else to do. On the table there was a closed case, with a strap. I felt an inevitable shame because it was the first time someone saw me crossed without my consent, and honestly, I didn't know what was going on. But I started remembering that lately Diego had been planting this idea in my head. He would make me suck him and ask: Do you like another cock up your ass...?, and I'd say yes. What girl doesn't feel curious about experiencing more pleasure in a moment of heat? But there was a long stretch between the said and the done...
I never said: Yes, bring a friend. Everything's fine. That was when he appeared smiling, with a portable film camera in his hands. Have you met?... Let's make a videito, he told me. My nervousness turned into discomfort. A 'videíto'?... -I asked, trying to hide my displeasure-; Do you want him to film us?, I said pointing to the other one, who was named Pablo. No, I'm going to film, he said sharply. And getting close to me with passion, he grabbed my ass and told me clearly in my ear:
Now you're going to get down on all fours, crawl over here until the couch, and suck Pablo's cock while I film it... I shuddered with excitement; he didn't have to repeat himself; my anger and modesty left me in an instant, and I crawled on all fours to that unknown guy's crotch, drooling like a fox. I sucked Pablo, and Diego passed the camera for me to make a close-up shot of sucking cock while he was taking off my thong and starting to suck my ass.
Pablo was pressing my neck and choking me on purpose with the cock. Diego asked for the camera to film how I was putting it in. While it was entering me, I started licking Pablo's cock so he wouldn't choke me, but it seemed like it excited him to mistreat me. Diego was kissing me and asking: Do you like it, slut?... Do you like it?..., and the other one would push my head deeper into his cock, preventing me from answering. I could only respond with that muffled sound of a mouthful. When Pablo finally let me take some air, Diego suddenly got up and with his free hand grabbed my hair, pulling me back like a slut having her bone taken away, and holding me tight by the ponytail he put my face against his own cock.
I was kneeling, with swollen and reddened lips from sucking cock, and all the eyeliner streaked by tears. 'Look at me. Look at me while you suck it...', 'Lip...', 'Suck my balls... ', I followed each instruction from our improvised director. 'Grab this slut, Pablo. Make her feel the cock'.
The other one obeyed and, positioning himself behind mine, pierced me without hesitation. And it wasn't small; I felt it in my lower belly. We were both on our knees, but he was taller than me; and when he straightened up, his cock inclined towards me like a lever touching some kind of 'G-spot', and that made me come continuously.
Simply couldn't avoid it. Transparent semen was dripping uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop moaning and screaming. I remember thinking: 'This is what women feel.'
That's why they come more often and scream so much! I felt a warm discharge right in my mouth, and Diego passed me his cock all over my face for his movie. Pablo didn't hold back either and filled my ass with white sauce. We stayed like that for a bit, stuck together and exhausted, while Diego played with his new toy.
I remember that video very well because, apart from having seen it hundreds of times, Diego used it to extort me for months. Literally, I had to take liters of cum for him to give it to me, and although he finally did, to this day I don't know if he has a copy.
When someone fucks you - and I'm not referring to when you're moving on someone, but rather when someone grabs your hair, gives you a couple of slaps, and shoves their cock in with force all the way to your balls - it's inevitable to feel submissive towards that person; even if you're a terrible piece of ass and have given your full consent.
When you cum, or feel it running inside you, you know that now you belong to them, that now you're theirs unconditionally. And it doesn't matter if it's a stranger, or if you'll never see them again. During that powerful moment of psychological submission, they possessed you, literally the owner of your body and mind. And after that, it's almost impossible not to think that person is your master.
That was exactly what I felt, locked in my room and curled up on my bed. In the end, no old man with velvet hands had made love to me on silk sheets; I had been deflowered in the street, and by a guy from nowhere; and I had to throw away a thong that I really liked (it had a pink pom-pom at the front); and I couldn't sit well for several days. But you know what? It was the last time I cried. And even though they had ripped my ass, I realized that no matter what happened, I would always love cock.
The subsequent days, I dried my tears and forgotten the shame, spending time in bed, eating ice cream and sleeping like a baby, thinking about how well that son of a whore violin had entered me to leave me lying there, sucking my finger. But as soon as I felt better, fever returned, and although it still hurt a little, I was morbidly masturbating, remembering that night. After all, something good had to come out of it if I wanted to be myself again. Speaking of which, I categorically refused to take those damn pills; and since it was vacation time, I enjoyed staying alone at home, almost the whole day.
It was my glory because I could do what I liked most, besides letting myself get caught: turning into a minita and wanking in front of the mirror, trying on slut faces for when it would be true. I used everything from my mom and sister, and also started setting up my own cross wardrobe. My favorite was the uniform of 'Catholic high school slut': a tight white shirt that showed the bra underneath; a tiny tabled brief and a burgundy tie; a classic white thong; lace stockings in the same tone; and a short gold chain with a crucifix. Unfortunately, I couldn't wear it to school like this, but that didn't stop me from milking some chumps at recess...
For when I was in third grade, my dad no longer lived at home, so I would go out almost every night. At an end-of-week party, I met Diego, a carilindo 'in the closet' guy who was quite perverted. The first thing he told me was: You look just like a cutie..., and I knew immediately that I was going to end up giving him ass. We started sneaking out together. We would meet three or four days a week at the party house where we had met, which turned out to be a family property that he took care of and used as his private club. I would bring my 'putting kit' in my toiletry bag, so I could 'cross over' in all senses of the word, and sometimes I would stay overnight there. He was five years older than me and nice and friendly but not delicate, rather a bit ugly. I felt on cloud nine, drawing little hearts, because he treated me like a real woman. He was my 'forbidden' girlfriend.
One day we agreed to meet at night, as always. He told me to ask permission to stay and sleep over and to bring all my 'arsenal of porn', that he had a surprise for me. Obviously my mom and sister didn't know anything about my nocturnal excursions. I was happy because I was going to try out new lingerie and perfume, and I combined a variant of the school uniform because it turned him on more than me our age difference, and that I was really in high school.
I arrived, we kissed, I took a small beer glass, lit some of his joint, and went to the bathroom to change like always. I spent a good amount of time making up and styling my hair, eager for the surprise. I didn't really like the pot party vibe because it was getting in the way, so I always smoked much less than him. But that thing made my blood boil and my heart beat stronger, making me uncontrollably horny. And he knew it.
I left super horny, with my coconut perfume, the schoolgirl costume, and that illegal smell in the air that made me want to be even more naughty, to see that the surprise was a complete stranger, sitting on the couch, with both hands on his knees and an expression of calm lust. I felt like this boy -approximately the same age as Diego- had control of the situation, and his opinion was more important than mine. I greeted him with a timid Hello..., not knowing what else to do. On the table there was a closed case, with a strap. I felt an inevitable shame because it was the first time someone saw me crossed without my consent, and honestly, I didn't know what was going on. But I started remembering that lately Diego had been planting this idea in my head. He would make me suck him and ask: Do you like another cock up your ass...?, and I'd say yes. What girl doesn't feel curious about experiencing more pleasure in a moment of heat? But there was a long stretch between the said and the done...
I never said: Yes, bring a friend. Everything's fine. That was when he appeared smiling, with a portable film camera in his hands. Have you met?... Let's make a videito, he told me. My nervousness turned into discomfort. A 'videíto'?... -I asked, trying to hide my displeasure-; Do you want him to film us?, I said pointing to the other one, who was named Pablo. No, I'm going to film, he said sharply. And getting close to me with passion, he grabbed my ass and told me clearly in my ear:
Now you're going to get down on all fours, crawl over here until the couch, and suck Pablo's cock while I film it... I shuddered with excitement; he didn't have to repeat himself; my anger and modesty left me in an instant, and I crawled on all fours to that unknown guy's crotch, drooling like a fox. I sucked Pablo, and Diego passed the camera for me to make a close-up shot of sucking cock while he was taking off my thong and starting to suck my ass.
Pablo was pressing my neck and choking me on purpose with the cock. Diego asked for the camera to film how I was putting it in. While it was entering me, I started licking Pablo's cock so he wouldn't choke me, but it seemed like it excited him to mistreat me. Diego was kissing me and asking: Do you like it, slut?... Do you like it?..., and the other one would push my head deeper into his cock, preventing me from answering. I could only respond with that muffled sound of a mouthful. When Pablo finally let me take some air, Diego suddenly got up and with his free hand grabbed my hair, pulling me back like a slut having her bone taken away, and holding me tight by the ponytail he put my face against his own cock.
I was kneeling, with swollen and reddened lips from sucking cock, and all the eyeliner streaked by tears. 'Look at me. Look at me while you suck it...', 'Lip...', 'Suck my balls... ', I followed each instruction from our improvised director. 'Grab this slut, Pablo. Make her feel the cock'.
The other one obeyed and, positioning himself behind mine, pierced me without hesitation. And it wasn't small; I felt it in my lower belly. We were both on our knees, but he was taller than me; and when he straightened up, his cock inclined towards me like a lever touching some kind of 'G-spot', and that made me come continuously.
Simply couldn't avoid it. Transparent semen was dripping uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop moaning and screaming. I remember thinking: 'This is what women feel.'
That's why they come more often and scream so much! I felt a warm discharge right in my mouth, and Diego passed me his cock all over my face for his movie. Pablo didn't hold back either and filled my ass with white sauce. We stayed like that for a bit, stuck together and exhausted, while Diego played with his new toy.
I remember that video very well because, apart from having seen it hundreds of times, Diego used it to extort me for months. Literally, I had to take liters of cum for him to give it to me, and although he finally did, to this day I don't know if he has a copy.
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