Just as I entered the house, I was heading for my room when a hand covered my mouth and another held me around the torso. I was completely immobilized. I managed to stay calm and think. I realized that the person who had grabbed me was taller than me, by the angle of their arms and because my head was resting on their shoulder. -Stay quiet, I don't want to hurt you. Please do what I tell you and everything will be fine. I nodded with my head if I understood. I nodded and to my surprise, they released my mouth. -Please don't hurt me. I won't make any unusual movements or scream. I said quietly. -I repeat, I don't want to hurt you but I hope you'll scream... He said that he hoped I would scream, it threw me off. Immediately, they put a blindfold on me that didn't let me see anything. -Now, very slowly, you're going to take off your sweater, shirt and bra. They told me, always standing behind me, very close. -Okay. But calm down. And I ask again, don't hurt me. Their voice was calm, their manners were those of an educated person and if it weren't for the situation, respectful. Nothing fit with what a rapist's profile is supposed to be. I took off what he asked me to and with tranquility and softness, they took my wrists, put them on my chest and put on a pair of padded handcuffs. Later, also a padded collar and I heard as if they were connecting the handcuffs with the collar, apparently with a chain. They pressed themselves against their back and I could tell that there was nothing on their torso. It was a firm breast with hair. I hugged them and began to kiss my neck in a very soft way, with small sucks. I covered my breasts with my forearms and they made me lower them with softness. With the palms of their hands, they were barely caressing my nipples, which immediately became hard. Their hands didn't stop caressing my nipples like that when their mouth searched for my right cheek, kissed it and went up to my temple. I started feeling excited, not just because of my hard nipples, my breathing got heavy and I could tell that my vagina was starting to get wet. And not I could stop my excitement when her mouth went to the lobes of my ears. I'm relating a sexual abuse, a rape, and I can't describe his kisses in any other way than saying he did it with sweetness, even tenderness. My head was exploding trying to understand. Was a soft, tender rapist? I felt him separating from me back, and the next thing was feeling her mouth on my nipples. She was sucking them softly, without violence, without causing pain. She kissed one breast completely, then the other. She realized that the first one she kissed was the most sensitive and went back to it. Her hands were caressing my back, tracing it completely. I, motionless not from force, but from pleasure, received the caresses and started to moan. That was what he waited for to unbutton me mini and let it fall to the floor. I was left alone with a super tiny thong. A second passed, taking me by the arm, I made her walk a couple of meters and she said: -Separate your legs and sit down. Calm. Guiding me with her hands, I went down until I felt one of her legs between mine. I sat down, closed my legs a bit, squeezing hers. I could tell it was the leg of someone who exercises, muscular, with firm sides. Her mouth returned to my neck, shoulders, and temples; one of her hands on my most sensitive breast, the other on my back. I excited more every instant, every kiss. -Calm down, I won't hurt you. She repeated while kissing my neck. By my heat, I started lifting less than a centimeter and rubbing against her leg with my crotch. I convinced myself it was an incredible time when she realized, under her mouth on my breast, and again began to suckle, kiss, and suck my nipple. It was too much. I tried to surround her head with my hands, but the chain prevented me, rubbing against her leg every time harder and faster. He didn't change his way of giving me pleasure in my breast. I couldn't help an orgasm, actually, I sought it. When I had it, I leaned my head on his shoulder, I stayed quiet and he stopped too. -Are you okay? I wonder. -Yes. I said briefly, because out of modesty I couldn't tell him that I was wonderfully well. -I'm glad. Come here. He said to me and put me on my feet. His hands slowly removed my thong. He was standing in front of me, his mouth returned to my breasts and went down, giving small kisses while his hands accompanied it along the side of my body. Instinctively and due to my excitement, I parted my legs. He reached my crotch and started playing with my clitoris, his hands tracing my legs, caressing them. He did that for several minutes, kissing, sucking, and bothering my clitoris with his tongue until I had another orgasm. He got up, put himself behind me, and made me lean on his chest. Then I realized he was naked. His cock, of very good size, long and thick, was hard. I felt it between my waist and the beginning of the crack of my ass. He returned to kiss my neck, one hand on my sensitive breast and the other on my crotch, caressing me very softly. I was super hot, feeling that my pussy was dripping fluids. I was waiting for him to put his fingers in, until I desired it, but he wasn't doing it. I threw my head back and to the side, letting his mouth work my neck. My hands searched for his hand on my breast and pressed it against him. It was an indescribable pleasure. Receiving that pleasure without violence, brusqueness, or hurry was incredible. I can be like this for hours, I thought, and couldn't believe what I was thinking. They were abusing me, how would I think that. That's how I got my third orgasm. He made me get down on my knees. Now he'll make me suck him off, and all the tenderness will end. I thought. It wasn't like that. I felt his head passing between my knees, he was lying down, and my shins were beside his body. I wanted to be able to look at myself. Taking hold of my waist, he made me lower a bit until his lips touched my pussy. body trembled. He began to suck me with his lips, slowly, calmly. With one hand, he separated my lips and his mouth went back to my clitoris again. He was squeezing it gently between his teeth, and with his tongue, he drove me crazy. -You're killing me. Please. Stop. I said in the middle of my fourth orgasm. My hands were squeezing my breasts as his tongue slowly played with my vagina. It penetrated a little, and it was total delirium. There were fireworks in my head. I lowered my hands and could barely touch his head. Like when he was on his knee, now he was rubbing against my mouth and his tongue was going in and out of my pussy totally. I was about to have an orgasm when he stopped. I felt like he was coming just centimeters away and now his tongue was in my ass. He was playing with my anus in a way no other man had ever done before. Bending down a little, I could put two fingers in my pussy and masturbate at the rhythm of his tongue. My anus responded to his games and dilated slowly, so he took advantage of it to put his tongue in me. Or I was putting it in myself, I still can't figure it out. I had a fifth orgasm. He went back with his tongue to my pussy, felt like from behind, two of his fingers were penetrating and going straight for my G-spot. Like him, I took his head gently and made him suck my clitoris. I became totally crazy. I was screaming with pleasure, begging him not to stop, please keep going. I had a tremendous orgasm, my body seemed to convulse. I fell forward and luckily he caught me and helped me sit on the couch. For a few minutes, I stayed like that. -Please, take me. I said. He came closer, helped me get up, and sat me down in an armchair. -You don't deserve to be fucked, Analía. Only pleasure or love is given to you. When he said my name, I was surprised. I couldn't say anything. -As you see, I didn't hurt you. I know this was wrong, it's a crime, but I wanted to enjoy your body, caress it, kiss it. Forgive me. By the way. Now, I'm asking you: Can I kiss you? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My rapist, who had made me enjoy it in an incredible way, like never before, was asking for permission to kiss me. I smiled and told him yes. He helped me get up, took my face in his hands, and gave me a terrible kiss that of course I returned, playing with my tongue on his. I swear I went crazy from the kiss. His tenderness was marvelous.
Good. I'm leaving. He said, making me spin around a bit, continued. I'll take this off you. And he took off my collar and handcuffs.
-Analia, sorry again, I hope I didn't hurt or upset you too much. Take care, you're a beautiful woman, not for just any man. He said.
I don't understand why a couple of tears fell from my face. I know it wasn't because of the rape. His words made something vibrate inside me. I listened as he opened and closed the front door at home. Normally women who have been raped say they had an immediate need to bathe, clean their whole body. But I, on the contrary. Despite there being no perfume on him, I didn't want to remove from my skin the sensation of his lips.
I sat down in the armchair. Naked. Smiling. Who would it be? What age was he? I was sure that if I found out who he was, there were many chances I'd fall in love with him. I'm 24 years old, have a good physique, not quite a model. I've had a couple of partners and several one-night stands. I've had sex since I was 16. Never, never has a man made me enjoy it as much as that day did. The following days, I tried to identify his voice everywhere: at work, when I went shopping, in a café. Nothing. When I saw a man over 1.80 meters tall, I'd look for something. A glance, a gesture. Nothing. I decided not to tell anyone, not even my best friend. Much less make a complaint. They raped me, didn't penetrate with his penis and enjoyed it like never in my life, wasn't a credible declaration. Twenty days passed, and I couldn't forget him. Every time I entered the house, I expected to feel his hand in my mouth. Nothing. On the twenty-first day, I entered and closed the door. -Hello Analía. Listen. It was her voice, coming from the armchair, completely dark. Please, don't turn on the light. She said. -Hello. Is there a day when you'll tell me how you enter my house without forcing any door or window? -Today. Using the key that you leave in the second planter. Not many people knew I left a key there. He did. -Can I sit down? Ask my rapist in my own home. -Of course. -Who are you? -A man who admires you. -Do you have a name? -Of course, like everyone else. -What is it? -Do you really want to know? The wretch made me doubt. I was playing with my mind. I decided not to answer him. -Legally what happened the other day was sexual abuse. Are you going to abuse me again? -Take off your clothes. Stay alone with the thong. Please. Look where he was but couldn't see anything clear. Just a lump in the armchair. I stopped and took off my clothes as he indicated. Not sensually or anything like a striptease. -I'll ask you again: Are you going to abuse me again? -No. It was the answer I least expected. No. Then what? What was I doing at home? Why was I almost naked? What was happening next? And I, who wanted him to repeat what happened before, to penetrate me? What would make me love? I had to find answers. -Why am I naked? -Because you asked me to. He said and I had to recognize that he was right. -If you're not going to abuse me, what are you doing here? -Contemplating your beautiful body. -The other time I didn't notice you had come, finished saying. There were no stains, nor did I hear him cum. -Making you come by giving you pleasure. -Are you impotent? Asked despite having felt his super hard cock on my back. -No. He said laughing. -Will I know who you are? -Maybe. -Do you make me come by dominating a woman? -Do you feel dominated? -Mentally yes. I said without thinking, and immediately regretted it. -Dominated or anxious, Dominated or eager to enjoy again? -I want you to make love to me. -Is it because I love you? Do you think I love you? -No, I just know that I'm super excited that you turned me completely crazy last time, like no man has ever made me come, and I was looking for you every day, trying to identify your voice. Ah, don't change the key from its place. Make love to me, hold me, or whatever you want to say. I need to feel you. -Get up and turn around. I did it and felt like putting a bandage on my eyes, it was two or three turns, impossible for me to get rid of it. When it ended, I turned around and put my hands together, waiting for you to put the handcuffs on me. Again, you disoriented me when instead of doing so, you took one of your hands and grabbed one of mine, and thus, holding hands, guided me to my room. I sleep in a King Size bed. You made me lie down in the middle, face up, and put my hands by my sides. The first thing I felt were your lips on mine, in a kiss so warm, tender, and intoxicating that it made my breathing heavy after it. It followed along my neck while your hands caressed my breasts. Your mouth went down to my breast with less sensitivity. It stayed there for a while playing with your tongue and my nipple, while your hand only rested on my pubic area. I jumped to the other breast and went crazy, your hand resting without moving it even an inch from making me masturbate. The immobile hand. Next was a pure erotic lesson. Your mouth went to my left wrist, kissing the inner side and sucking gently. I didn't understand why, but when your tongue played while your mouth sucked my left palm, I had an orgasm, which continued when you did the same in the crease of my elbow. -This is torture, it's inhumane. You're abusing my sexuality. I protested. -Silence. He said, lightly pinching one of my nipples. What I managed to do was caress his head with one hand while my other hand desperately searched under my thong for two fingers in my pussy. -Ah, you want to play alone. Well, let's see how you do it. He said and didn't touch me again. -Son of a slut. I screamed. I put in two. Fingers in my pussy furiously, so I would masturbate, furiously, with the other hand, pressing my most sensitive chest. I couldn't reach orgasm, knowing he was watching and not touching me, not letting me come. I was super crazy, my fingers entering and leaving at a demonic speed. Suddenly, with one hand, he pressed my hand burying my own fingers in my pussy. 'Go' he said and I had a tremendous orgasm. -Son of a slut, you can't make me come like this. I hate you. I said amidst tremors. -Or do you love me? He said. In a second the tremors ceased, I remained hard and my breathing stopped. His question threw me off completely. And I didn't want to say the answer. Even with fingers in my pussy and thong on, he made me get down on all fours with two pillows under my belly. I kept masturbating, he sat on my legs and supported his cock on my ass. Every thing excited me more, I felt like something was pulling on my back, it had a special smell, it was spreading. It was talcum powder or something similar. His two hands caressed my back with that talcum powder, my fingers gave me another orgasm and searched for the next. His hands went down to my ass. He was caressing the cheeks and squeezing them gently. He got up and automatically spread my legs. Before he finished, his hand ran along my thong and his tongue attacked my anus. My fingers in my pussy, now three, his tongue was remembered by my anus, which opened wide for him to penetrate. I can't describe my orgasm with words. His tongue left my anus totally dilated. I desired, yearned, begged for his cock to penetrate me. I bit my lips happily when I felt him approaching, rubbing against my cheeks with his cock. No, he didn't put it in my ass. I was about to insult him when his hand ran along my thong again and his cock slowly entered my pussy, still with three fingers inside. I felt like I was exploding with pleasure and exploded literally in an orgasm. 'Said' My hand and I supported my two hands on the side of my head, tightening the sheets. His cock was really big and thick. It occupied my entire vagina and I think it left some outside. I begged him to take me roughly, even though it would hurt, I wanted to feel all his virility, power, and strength. No. Instead, he lay on top of me, moving very slowly in and out. His mouth on my neck, his hands on my arms. My excitement didn't go down but now the pleasure was immense, the scoundrel was making love to me, not taking me. I was a woman who gave him all the pleasure, without violence or brusqueness. Yes, my rapist, he was making love to me. It were minutes and minutes, countless, that he was making love to me in that glorious way. When he finished filling my pussy with his cum, he whispered in my ear: yes, I love you. Estelle. I had an orgasm that I never had in my life. Strong, long, special. It wasn't the first time a man told me I loved you. But if it was the first time he told me so after making love to me. I can't describe the feeling of peace, joy and pleasure that invaded me. He kissed my neck again and stayed on top of me. When I woke up, he wasn't on top of me. I searched for him in bed, but couldn't find him. I wanted to call out to him, but didn't know how. It would have been very awkward if I asked: Rapist, where are you? Not even the queen of big breasts could call him that. I waited several minutes and didn't hear anything. I waited again and nothing. I took off my blindfold, lit my lamp, and he wasn't in the room. I went to the living room and looked around in the darkness. Very romantic, cutie. I turned on the light, hoping to find him and at the same time not wanting to break the spell. He wasn't there. On the mouse table, an incredible white jasmine bouquet, and a note made with magazine letters: Do you love me? -Yes, son of slut, I love you. Where the hell are you? I shouted without getting any responses. I put on a bathrobe, opened the door, searched in the mess, and there was my key. security. He had gone. I entered, sat down on the couch, and let myself cry. In my mind, only questions: Was it real? Who is that man who gives me so much pleasure? The semen stains on my leg answered that it was real. The second question didn't have an answer. I hadn't bathed again. I touched the semen stains on my leg and bed as if I were touching him. I couldn't get out of my head everything I had felt. I cried from impotence, from not having him by my side, from not being able to kiss him, touch him, ask him never to leave me. I fell asleep thinking about all that. Of course, I dreamed of him and woke up in the middle of the night completely wet, with my fingers going in and out of my pussy at the same rhythm he made love to me. It wasn't the same. I wasn't looking for an orgasm that never came; it was... my way of saying I loved him. My madness grew. I was desperate to find him in every man who crossed my path. It didn't matter if he was short or tall, fat or thin. I had to find him. Nothing. A week later, I found myself having coffee with a friend at a shopping mall. When I told her, she almost fell over. -Crazy, I don't live looking for him. I don't go out at night; they invite me to dinner, to dance, and in every place I look for him. None of them even lets me give them a kiss. I'm only his, from my rapist. I said. -Analía, please. You have to stop. You can't live looking for a rapist because you love him. That's crazy. -Jorgina, you don't know that man. I swear he is... We kept talking for a bit. I managed to change the subject, told her about my work and that I was waiting for a colleague who lives in Córdoba capital and comes to Bs.As. occasionally. -I want to invite him to dinner at home, but you see where I live, 2x2, it's impossible. She said Jorgina. -Invite him to dinner outside, don't make a drama out of it. -It's just that I promised him I would cook a matambre for him. -Do one thing, cook it at home. What's the problem? On the way, I see someone who takes me out of my madness. Lives in Córdoba you said. -Yes, he's the manager of the Córdoba Plant. Are you seriously telling me? Don't you get annoyed? -No, not at all. -Well, thanks crazy one. I'll pass on your address then. I'm coming at 8 pm. -Okay. Exactly at 8 I arrived home and started preparing dinner. I set the table, asked what he was bringing, and we stayed in the kitchen while finishing up. He put the matambre in the oven, and almost an hour later it was almost ready. He received a message and told me he was on his way. -No, I forgot the grated cheese. Is there a pantry around here? -Yes, at the corner. I answered. -I'm coming. He said, took his wallet and ran out. I stayed in the kitchen. When I heard the front door opening, I thought Jorgina had taken the key. I went to meet him and what I found paralyzed me: a guy, around thirty years old, handsome, with an amazing blue suit, and an even more spectacular smile. He didn't say anything, just extended one of his arms to give me... a wonderful bouquet of white jasmine. -Hello, you'll have to change the security key's location. Someone could come in and do who knows what to you. He said with a smile. God. It was his voice. Height, voice, jasmine. It couldn't be anyone else but my rapist. -You're him. I said stuttering. -Do you remember me then? -Of course I remember, unhappy one. I said smiling, thinking of my rapist. -I'm Fernando, your high school boyfriend. That, and hitting me in the head with a mallet was the same thing. Fernando was my first boyfriend. I was in third year, he was in fifth. A skinny, awkward guy, with glasses. A loner, a solitary genius. General average 10 in high school. He was the first boy to kiss me, and we didn't go beyond kisses. And he did it very tasty. We only lasted two months as boyfriends. He finished high school and I never saw him again. -It can't be. Fernando. I said without daring to ask if he was my rapist. -Yes, I am. He said. My phone rang, I cursed him for that and answered. It was Jorgina. -Well, dinner is ready. You just have to... Take her out of the oven and serve. -I don't understand, and you? I said totally confused by Fernando, my idea that was my rapist, what she was telling me. -Leave them to eat alone. Enjoy it a lot, but a lot. I love you a lot. Cut off without giving me time for anything. -Pass Fernando, what a surprise, I'm very confused about several things, forgive me. Analía just told me that he's not coming. I don't understand, you're her guest. -Yes. But it doesn't matter. I'm happy to be able to dinner with you and alone. Every time she spoke, she convinced me more that she was my rapist. Do you think a crazy person would ask a type who was her boyfriend from adolescence, who lives in Córdoba if he was my rapist? Neither would I do it. And I didn't. She took off the bag, didn't let it hang, left it on a chair and we sat down to dinner. We talked about our lives, the bachelor and without girlfriend, I single and without girlfriend, our jobs, in short, everything. When we finished eating the matambre I looked at him smiling, with a smile that could have been my rapist's, because it was so beautiful and he said: -Don't worry about dessert. I already have my dessert. He said smiling. I looked at him totally confused. I hadn't brought anything, nor had I bought anything. Nor did I see that he had ordered something by phone. -What's your dessert, Fernando? Asked with a face of not understanding anything. -You. He said and took out the pocket of his bag a pair of handcuffs, a collar with inner leather, and a chain. -Son of a whore. I wasn't mistaken, you are. I screamed and threw myself at him like crazy to kiss him. I hug him and start crying like an adolescent. -I see you're not very angry. He said smiling. -Cursed. I remained crazy since the first time. And after the second, already crazy for good. But how? You live in Córdoba. -Yes, I live in Córdoba. -Before you take me to bed, you can explain everything to me. -Jorgina is a friend of several years. When I come always we get together to eat something and chat. We became partners in things from the company. Six months ago she had to travel to Córdoba for a one-week training from Monday to Friday. He told me he was going and I said stay home, save the money they gave us for the hotel. It stayed from Saturday to the following Sunday. At my house there are several rooms, on the first night, in the middle of a barbecue celebration and some good Mendoza wines, we ended up both in my bed. The nights that followed also. One of those nights, taking a whisky I told him I had had a girlfriend in high school. That I never forgot her and for me it was an impossible love. I had tried to find her and couldn't. And as he passed I said your name. He told me she had a friend with the same name and roughly the same age as my impossible love. He asked for the last name and surprise, you were. -Well, that's where I understand. -I started coming to Buenos Aires every weekend. I saw you from afar. When it occurred to me to 'take advantage' of you was because Jorgina told me it was a fantasy of yours. Then she gave me the key in the planter. -Unhappy. It was very played out 'taking advantage'. It could have gone very wrong. -Yes. What was important was that I was calm and transmit calm to you. And demonstrate my love. Demonstrate that I can take care of you until taking advantage of you. The second time, as soon as you took off your clothes, I knew if I didn't go crazy, if I didn't let the passion of my impossible love for you overwhelm me, you would be mine. -That's why you chose to make love and not catch me. -Yes. -Well, you succeeded. I suppose Jorgina has told you how I told her everything and how it was. -Yes. And some weekends I came and stayed very close to you, looking for you. Do you remember the bearded man who wore several times... -Son of a slut. You were me. By the beard I eliminated you. How much work you took, please. Now Fernando, this is my house, my time. I'm going to take you like never took a man. I took his hand and we went to my room. We undressed each other mutually, I with desperation, Fernando, taking his time all the time. With both of us naked, I pushed him Making it fall from my back. In my mind, things were crowding in that I was going to do to him, like making him totally crazy. I wanted to hear him scream with pleasure, beg me to make him cum. When I went to headbutt myself to suck his cock, in a quick movement, he took me by the arms and laid me on his chest. He hugged me, looked at me with eyes that had never shone like that before. I love you, Analía, since that distant first kiss, I love you. Never had anything serious out of respect for the love I feel for you. You would make me the happiest man in the world if you accept marrying me. I melted, literally. I kissed him crying like a woman in love can cry when her man tells her what my man told me. As always, he disoriented me. I couldn't stop kissing him and telling him how much I loved him. And magically I remembered that I was naked on top of him, going to take him like crazy, but instead I settled down, put his cock in my pussy, and started moving with the same tranquility and smoothness that he had started me off. It was wonderful making love to him in that way, on his immense chest, wrapped around him, repeating over and over again how much I loved him. I can't say how long we stayed like that, only that it was one of the best moments of my life. When it ended, he filled my pussy with cum. We kissed and stayed like that. We stayed like that until the smoke detector activated and the fire alarm started ringing. We got up running and a column of smoke came out of the oven. I turned off the oven and opened the windows. To hell with Jorgina's roast beef. I said. I'm hungry. Let's go find a place to eat. He said. Without showering, we went up to his car, found a pizzeria and ate two tremendous pizzas in the middle of glances, hand caresses, and air kisses. Impossible to go back home today, he said and we went to his hotel. When we arrived at his room, it took him a second to undress me, put me on the edge of the bed, lift my legs up to my chest, and suck my pussy like a animal, nothing to do with my rapist. His tongue was murderous, destroying my pussy, clitoris and anus. His fingers played with my G-spot, making me scream with pleasure. His tongue reminded my anus how it should open, and out of doubt, one of his fingers reinforced the action of his tongue. God, he was an animal, but at the same time, super careful. When he buried his finger in my ass, it was because it was totally open. He made me scream once and a thousand times with pleasure. I begged him to fuck me. My favorite position was always that of a puppy. I wanted to get up and gave me a slap on the ass. He put me on my side, lifted one of my legs up and penetrated me completely, with all his cock inside my pussy. I screamed with pleasure, bit the sheets and kept screaming. The miserable guy controlled me completely. He played with his fingers in my clitoris, or squeezed my breasts, or stuck a finger in my ass. -Twelve years waiting to make love to you with all my passion, finally he said. And he kept pounding like an animal in my pussy. I thought his cock was hitting my lungs as it went in, he leaned and if I didn't stop playing with my clitoris, he gave me a kiss for the history books. God, finally I felt the passion of a man who really loved me. My partners were so small they were insignificant. This was a man in love. Thank God. After taking one of the many orgasms, he stopped, pulled his cock out of my pussy and took it to my anus. He looked at me and his eyes sparkled, and I felt an incredible fire, finally I was going to lose my virginity in my ass. He supported me and made a bit of effort, barely entered and stayed quiet. Not even half the head of the penis entered. To encourage him, I myself pushed for it to enter. The miserable guy let out a laugh and said: -You're going to leave with your desires unfulfilled. With one blow he put his cock back in my pussy and was screwing me brutally, smiling, looking at me with lust, I enjoyed like the best of whores. I felt like two fingers were entering my ass and masturbating it. Please, what an incredible pleasure they gave me. His cock, his fingers in my ass and clitoris were destroying me. I opened my mouth completely, searching for some air. When he finished, his fingers were totally inside my ass, the other hand squeezing a breast, his cock pouring all its love inside me. I felt like I was about to faint, my body shaking uncontrollably, the orgasm was incredible, I was screaming with pleasure. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, which made my orgasm continue and without removing his cock from my pussy. Then he lay on top of me and kissed me a thousand times. I was clawing at his back. -I love you. I screamed and it was another orgasm that wouldn't let me stop shaking. Finally, I stopped shaking, he lay down beside me and smiled with the most beautiful smile in the world. I was the one who started kissing him wildly and telling him how much I loved him, that I was the happiest woman in the world. His cock hadn't lost its erection completely when I started sucking it. It was covered in my juices and his sperm. Slowly, he regained his erection and became totally clean. -You'll be an animal, but so will I, a sexy girl in your arms. I said and sucked him with all my might. -The most beautiful of whores. He said. My blood was boiling. Now I could finally release all the heat that his abuses had generated for me. I rode him hard, jumping like crazy with his cock in my pussy. I was squeezing my breasts, wetting my fingers in my fluids and passing them over my nipples. With the other hand, I was giving myself a good time on my clitoris. Fernando was looking at me with ecstasy. I had an orgasm and got up like women do when they need to pee. He took his cock and moistened two fingers in my pussy. They served to put them in my ass. I, if I was even masturbating my ass for my man without him asking. He placed his cock on top of it and knew it wouldn't be easy. I was lowering myself and it was a burning iron that entered me and burned everything inside. But my heat, the He never let anyone else have that pleasure first, so I did the rest. -This is terrible, you're such a wild animal between my legs, love. I said while enjoying having her all inside. Slowly the pain turned into pleasure, and what pleasure. I put two fingers in my pussy to play with his cock, while going up and down on that phallic monument. It was inconceivable the pleasure I felt, I forgot about Fernando completely, going crazy over that erect cock, hard as a rock. My movements became frenzied, going up and down at full speed, his cock entering my entire ass in each descent. I recovered consciousness and opened my eyes when he took me with both hands around my waist, and started pumping like a madman. He let go of me and I stayed quiet with my eyes open wide, it was an eye-opener. The animal was unleashed, squeezing my breasts with force and entering me with all his force. Suddenly he took hold of my waist again, now with more force, rammed into my ass and the semen jets came out of his cock with such force that I felt like they were hitting the inside of my intestines. -Animal. I screamed in the middle of a marvelous orgasm. He was holding me, my legs were shaking so much that I couldn't stop to get out of his cock. I opted to let myself fall onto her, and then onto the bed from the side. As I could, I got closer to lick her and clean her completely. I was doing it and felt like he wasn't stopping his erection. -Come. He said for me to lie down beside him. I did and he started masturbating with all of himself. -Don't think you're going anywhere. I said while he was masturbating, and I was sucking his cock. -You're a son of a slut, you're a beast in earnest. I grasped his hand with mine and we both masturbated. I felt like I was about to cum and brought my mouth closer. -No, lie down. I lay down, and he penetrated me immediately. Three explosions and I ended up again in my pussy in the middle of kisses and declarations of love. He fell onto my side and we slept that way. The sun rising woke us up. We kissed and we both laughed. -You are the most beautiful woman in the world. And the hottest. -And you the man most beastly and sweetest in the world. We bathe and go down to breakfast. When we were leaving, they scolded us for the shouts of the night. The two of us laughed, so did the concierge. We were going home when Jorgina called. -Hola. Did you find your rapist? -Daughter of a slut, you were an accomplice, I'm going to kill you. But first I'll give you a tremendous kiss. I'm crazy in love with this guy and don't know what he's like in bed. If he was a rapist, it would be wonderful, as a future husband releasing his passion... -I only know him as a lover and yes, he is an animal. Jorgina said laughing. -True daughter of a slut, you had him before me, babe. -Does that entitle us to a trio? She said. -Don't even think about it. I don't share. I'm selfish. Last night we totally burned out dinner. The smoke alarm went off. Nothing was left. -Turros. -Jor, friend, come over to Analía's place. I'll make a barbecue. We have something to tell you. -I'm coming. Fernando had a week of vacation time. Time that we used so that I could quit my job, gather some things and at the end of the week travel together to Córdoba. It's been 10 years and two kids since we've been together, and we still maintain the same passion as that first night.
Good. I'm leaving. He said, making me spin around a bit, continued. I'll take this off you. And he took off my collar and handcuffs.
-Analia, sorry again, I hope I didn't hurt or upset you too much. Take care, you're a beautiful woman, not for just any man. He said.
I don't understand why a couple of tears fell from my face. I know it wasn't because of the rape. His words made something vibrate inside me. I listened as he opened and closed the front door at home. Normally women who have been raped say they had an immediate need to bathe, clean their whole body. But I, on the contrary. Despite there being no perfume on him, I didn't want to remove from my skin the sensation of his lips.
I sat down in the armchair. Naked. Smiling. Who would it be? What age was he? I was sure that if I found out who he was, there were many chances I'd fall in love with him. I'm 24 years old, have a good physique, not quite a model. I've had a couple of partners and several one-night stands. I've had sex since I was 16. Never, never has a man made me enjoy it as much as that day did. The following days, I tried to identify his voice everywhere: at work, when I went shopping, in a café. Nothing. When I saw a man over 1.80 meters tall, I'd look for something. A glance, a gesture. Nothing. I decided not to tell anyone, not even my best friend. Much less make a complaint. They raped me, didn't penetrate with his penis and enjoyed it like never in my life, wasn't a credible declaration. Twenty days passed, and I couldn't forget him. Every time I entered the house, I expected to feel his hand in my mouth. Nothing. On the twenty-first day, I entered and closed the door. -Hello Analía. Listen. It was her voice, coming from the armchair, completely dark. Please, don't turn on the light. She said. -Hello. Is there a day when you'll tell me how you enter my house without forcing any door or window? -Today. Using the key that you leave in the second planter. Not many people knew I left a key there. He did. -Can I sit down? Ask my rapist in my own home. -Of course. -Who are you? -A man who admires you. -Do you have a name? -Of course, like everyone else. -What is it? -Do you really want to know? The wretch made me doubt. I was playing with my mind. I decided not to answer him. -Legally what happened the other day was sexual abuse. Are you going to abuse me again? -Take off your clothes. Stay alone with the thong. Please. Look where he was but couldn't see anything clear. Just a lump in the armchair. I stopped and took off my clothes as he indicated. Not sensually or anything like a striptease. -I'll ask you again: Are you going to abuse me again? -No. It was the answer I least expected. No. Then what? What was I doing at home? Why was I almost naked? What was happening next? And I, who wanted him to repeat what happened before, to penetrate me? What would make me love? I had to find answers. -Why am I naked? -Because you asked me to. He said and I had to recognize that he was right. -If you're not going to abuse me, what are you doing here? -Contemplating your beautiful body. -The other time I didn't notice you had come, finished saying. There were no stains, nor did I hear him cum. -Making you come by giving you pleasure. -Are you impotent? Asked despite having felt his super hard cock on my back. -No. He said laughing. -Will I know who you are? -Maybe. -Do you make me come by dominating a woman? -Do you feel dominated? -Mentally yes. I said without thinking, and immediately regretted it. -Dominated or anxious, Dominated or eager to enjoy again? -I want you to make love to me. -Is it because I love you? Do you think I love you? -No, I just know that I'm super excited that you turned me completely crazy last time, like no man has ever made me come, and I was looking for you every day, trying to identify your voice. Ah, don't change the key from its place. Make love to me, hold me, or whatever you want to say. I need to feel you. -Get up and turn around. I did it and felt like putting a bandage on my eyes, it was two or three turns, impossible for me to get rid of it. When it ended, I turned around and put my hands together, waiting for you to put the handcuffs on me. Again, you disoriented me when instead of doing so, you took one of your hands and grabbed one of mine, and thus, holding hands, guided me to my room. I sleep in a King Size bed. You made me lie down in the middle, face up, and put my hands by my sides. The first thing I felt were your lips on mine, in a kiss so warm, tender, and intoxicating that it made my breathing heavy after it. It followed along my neck while your hands caressed my breasts. Your mouth went down to my breast with less sensitivity. It stayed there for a while playing with your tongue and my nipple, while your hand only rested on my pubic area. I jumped to the other breast and went crazy, your hand resting without moving it even an inch from making me masturbate. The immobile hand. Next was a pure erotic lesson. Your mouth went to my left wrist, kissing the inner side and sucking gently. I didn't understand why, but when your tongue played while your mouth sucked my left palm, I had an orgasm, which continued when you did the same in the crease of my elbow. -This is torture, it's inhumane. You're abusing my sexuality. I protested. -Silence. He said, lightly pinching one of my nipples. What I managed to do was caress his head with one hand while my other hand desperately searched under my thong for two fingers in my pussy. -Ah, you want to play alone. Well, let's see how you do it. He said and didn't touch me again. -Son of a slut. I screamed. I put in two. Fingers in my pussy furiously, so I would masturbate, furiously, with the other hand, pressing my most sensitive chest. I couldn't reach orgasm, knowing he was watching and not touching me, not letting me come. I was super crazy, my fingers entering and leaving at a demonic speed. Suddenly, with one hand, he pressed my hand burying my own fingers in my pussy. 'Go' he said and I had a tremendous orgasm. -Son of a slut, you can't make me come like this. I hate you. I said amidst tremors. -Or do you love me? He said. In a second the tremors ceased, I remained hard and my breathing stopped. His question threw me off completely. And I didn't want to say the answer. Even with fingers in my pussy and thong on, he made me get down on all fours with two pillows under my belly. I kept masturbating, he sat on my legs and supported his cock on my ass. Every thing excited me more, I felt like something was pulling on my back, it had a special smell, it was spreading. It was talcum powder or something similar. His two hands caressed my back with that talcum powder, my fingers gave me another orgasm and searched for the next. His hands went down to my ass. He was caressing the cheeks and squeezing them gently. He got up and automatically spread my legs. Before he finished, his hand ran along my thong and his tongue attacked my anus. My fingers in my pussy, now three, his tongue was remembered by my anus, which opened wide for him to penetrate. I can't describe my orgasm with words. His tongue left my anus totally dilated. I desired, yearned, begged for his cock to penetrate me. I bit my lips happily when I felt him approaching, rubbing against my cheeks with his cock. No, he didn't put it in my ass. I was about to insult him when his hand ran along my thong again and his cock slowly entered my pussy, still with three fingers inside. I felt like I was exploding with pleasure and exploded literally in an orgasm. 'Said' My hand and I supported my two hands on the side of my head, tightening the sheets. His cock was really big and thick. It occupied my entire vagina and I think it left some outside. I begged him to take me roughly, even though it would hurt, I wanted to feel all his virility, power, and strength. No. Instead, he lay on top of me, moving very slowly in and out. His mouth on my neck, his hands on my arms. My excitement didn't go down but now the pleasure was immense, the scoundrel was making love to me, not taking me. I was a woman who gave him all the pleasure, without violence or brusqueness. Yes, my rapist, he was making love to me. It were minutes and minutes, countless, that he was making love to me in that glorious way. When he finished filling my pussy with his cum, he whispered in my ear: yes, I love you. Estelle. I had an orgasm that I never had in my life. Strong, long, special. It wasn't the first time a man told me I loved you. But if it was the first time he told me so after making love to me. I can't describe the feeling of peace, joy and pleasure that invaded me. He kissed my neck again and stayed on top of me. When I woke up, he wasn't on top of me. I searched for him in bed, but couldn't find him. I wanted to call out to him, but didn't know how. It would have been very awkward if I asked: Rapist, where are you? Not even the queen of big breasts could call him that. I waited several minutes and didn't hear anything. I waited again and nothing. I took off my blindfold, lit my lamp, and he wasn't in the room. I went to the living room and looked around in the darkness. Very romantic, cutie. I turned on the light, hoping to find him and at the same time not wanting to break the spell. He wasn't there. On the mouse table, an incredible white jasmine bouquet, and a note made with magazine letters: Do you love me? -Yes, son of slut, I love you. Where the hell are you? I shouted without getting any responses. I put on a bathrobe, opened the door, searched in the mess, and there was my key. security. He had gone. I entered, sat down on the couch, and let myself cry. In my mind, only questions: Was it real? Who is that man who gives me so much pleasure? The semen stains on my leg answered that it was real. The second question didn't have an answer. I hadn't bathed again. I touched the semen stains on my leg and bed as if I were touching him. I couldn't get out of my head everything I had felt. I cried from impotence, from not having him by my side, from not being able to kiss him, touch him, ask him never to leave me. I fell asleep thinking about all that. Of course, I dreamed of him and woke up in the middle of the night completely wet, with my fingers going in and out of my pussy at the same rhythm he made love to me. It wasn't the same. I wasn't looking for an orgasm that never came; it was... my way of saying I loved him. My madness grew. I was desperate to find him in every man who crossed my path. It didn't matter if he was short or tall, fat or thin. I had to find him. Nothing. A week later, I found myself having coffee with a friend at a shopping mall. When I told her, she almost fell over. -Crazy, I don't live looking for him. I don't go out at night; they invite me to dinner, to dance, and in every place I look for him. None of them even lets me give them a kiss. I'm only his, from my rapist. I said. -Analía, please. You have to stop. You can't live looking for a rapist because you love him. That's crazy. -Jorgina, you don't know that man. I swear he is... We kept talking for a bit. I managed to change the subject, told her about my work and that I was waiting for a colleague who lives in Córdoba capital and comes to Bs.As. occasionally. -I want to invite him to dinner at home, but you see where I live, 2x2, it's impossible. She said Jorgina. -Invite him to dinner outside, don't make a drama out of it. -It's just that I promised him I would cook a matambre for him. -Do one thing, cook it at home. What's the problem? On the way, I see someone who takes me out of my madness. Lives in Córdoba you said. -Yes, he's the manager of the Córdoba Plant. Are you seriously telling me? Don't you get annoyed? -No, not at all. -Well, thanks crazy one. I'll pass on your address then. I'm coming at 8 pm. -Okay. Exactly at 8 I arrived home and started preparing dinner. I set the table, asked what he was bringing, and we stayed in the kitchen while finishing up. He put the matambre in the oven, and almost an hour later it was almost ready. He received a message and told me he was on his way. -No, I forgot the grated cheese. Is there a pantry around here? -Yes, at the corner. I answered. -I'm coming. He said, took his wallet and ran out. I stayed in the kitchen. When I heard the front door opening, I thought Jorgina had taken the key. I went to meet him and what I found paralyzed me: a guy, around thirty years old, handsome, with an amazing blue suit, and an even more spectacular smile. He didn't say anything, just extended one of his arms to give me... a wonderful bouquet of white jasmine. -Hello, you'll have to change the security key's location. Someone could come in and do who knows what to you. He said with a smile. God. It was his voice. Height, voice, jasmine. It couldn't be anyone else but my rapist. -You're him. I said stuttering. -Do you remember me then? -Of course I remember, unhappy one. I said smiling, thinking of my rapist. -I'm Fernando, your high school boyfriend. That, and hitting me in the head with a mallet was the same thing. Fernando was my first boyfriend. I was in third year, he was in fifth. A skinny, awkward guy, with glasses. A loner, a solitary genius. General average 10 in high school. He was the first boy to kiss me, and we didn't go beyond kisses. And he did it very tasty. We only lasted two months as boyfriends. He finished high school and I never saw him again. -It can't be. Fernando. I said without daring to ask if he was my rapist. -Yes, I am. He said. My phone rang, I cursed him for that and answered. It was Jorgina. -Well, dinner is ready. You just have to... Take her out of the oven and serve. -I don't understand, and you? I said totally confused by Fernando, my idea that was my rapist, what she was telling me. -Leave them to eat alone. Enjoy it a lot, but a lot. I love you a lot. Cut off without giving me time for anything. -Pass Fernando, what a surprise, I'm very confused about several things, forgive me. Analía just told me that he's not coming. I don't understand, you're her guest. -Yes. But it doesn't matter. I'm happy to be able to dinner with you and alone. Every time she spoke, she convinced me more that she was my rapist. Do you think a crazy person would ask a type who was her boyfriend from adolescence, who lives in Córdoba if he was my rapist? Neither would I do it. And I didn't. She took off the bag, didn't let it hang, left it on a chair and we sat down to dinner. We talked about our lives, the bachelor and without girlfriend, I single and without girlfriend, our jobs, in short, everything. When we finished eating the matambre I looked at him smiling, with a smile that could have been my rapist's, because it was so beautiful and he said: -Don't worry about dessert. I already have my dessert. He said smiling. I looked at him totally confused. I hadn't brought anything, nor had I bought anything. Nor did I see that he had ordered something by phone. -What's your dessert, Fernando? Asked with a face of not understanding anything. -You. He said and took out the pocket of his bag a pair of handcuffs, a collar with inner leather, and a chain. -Son of a whore. I wasn't mistaken, you are. I screamed and threw myself at him like crazy to kiss him. I hug him and start crying like an adolescent. -I see you're not very angry. He said smiling. -Cursed. I remained crazy since the first time. And after the second, already crazy for good. But how? You live in Córdoba. -Yes, I live in Córdoba. -Before you take me to bed, you can explain everything to me. -Jorgina is a friend of several years. When I come always we get together to eat something and chat. We became partners in things from the company. Six months ago she had to travel to Córdoba for a one-week training from Monday to Friday. He told me he was going and I said stay home, save the money they gave us for the hotel. It stayed from Saturday to the following Sunday. At my house there are several rooms, on the first night, in the middle of a barbecue celebration and some good Mendoza wines, we ended up both in my bed. The nights that followed also. One of those nights, taking a whisky I told him I had had a girlfriend in high school. That I never forgot her and for me it was an impossible love. I had tried to find her and couldn't. And as he passed I said your name. He told me she had a friend with the same name and roughly the same age as my impossible love. He asked for the last name and surprise, you were. -Well, that's where I understand. -I started coming to Buenos Aires every weekend. I saw you from afar. When it occurred to me to 'take advantage' of you was because Jorgina told me it was a fantasy of yours. Then she gave me the key in the planter. -Unhappy. It was very played out 'taking advantage'. It could have gone very wrong. -Yes. What was important was that I was calm and transmit calm to you. And demonstrate my love. Demonstrate that I can take care of you until taking advantage of you. The second time, as soon as you took off your clothes, I knew if I didn't go crazy, if I didn't let the passion of my impossible love for you overwhelm me, you would be mine. -That's why you chose to make love and not catch me. -Yes. -Well, you succeeded. I suppose Jorgina has told you how I told her everything and how it was. -Yes. And some weekends I came and stayed very close to you, looking for you. Do you remember the bearded man who wore several times... -Son of a slut. You were me. By the beard I eliminated you. How much work you took, please. Now Fernando, this is my house, my time. I'm going to take you like never took a man. I took his hand and we went to my room. We undressed each other mutually, I with desperation, Fernando, taking his time all the time. With both of us naked, I pushed him Making it fall from my back. In my mind, things were crowding in that I was going to do to him, like making him totally crazy. I wanted to hear him scream with pleasure, beg me to make him cum. When I went to headbutt myself to suck his cock, in a quick movement, he took me by the arms and laid me on his chest. He hugged me, looked at me with eyes that had never shone like that before. I love you, Analía, since that distant first kiss, I love you. Never had anything serious out of respect for the love I feel for you. You would make me the happiest man in the world if you accept marrying me. I melted, literally. I kissed him crying like a woman in love can cry when her man tells her what my man told me. As always, he disoriented me. I couldn't stop kissing him and telling him how much I loved him. And magically I remembered that I was naked on top of him, going to take him like crazy, but instead I settled down, put his cock in my pussy, and started moving with the same tranquility and smoothness that he had started me off. It was wonderful making love to him in that way, on his immense chest, wrapped around him, repeating over and over again how much I loved him. I can't say how long we stayed like that, only that it was one of the best moments of my life. When it ended, he filled my pussy with cum. We kissed and stayed like that. We stayed like that until the smoke detector activated and the fire alarm started ringing. We got up running and a column of smoke came out of the oven. I turned off the oven and opened the windows. To hell with Jorgina's roast beef. I said. I'm hungry. Let's go find a place to eat. He said. Without showering, we went up to his car, found a pizzeria and ate two tremendous pizzas in the middle of glances, hand caresses, and air kisses. Impossible to go back home today, he said and we went to his hotel. When we arrived at his room, it took him a second to undress me, put me on the edge of the bed, lift my legs up to my chest, and suck my pussy like a animal, nothing to do with my rapist. His tongue was murderous, destroying my pussy, clitoris and anus. His fingers played with my G-spot, making me scream with pleasure. His tongue reminded my anus how it should open, and out of doubt, one of his fingers reinforced the action of his tongue. God, he was an animal, but at the same time, super careful. When he buried his finger in my ass, it was because it was totally open. He made me scream once and a thousand times with pleasure. I begged him to fuck me. My favorite position was always that of a puppy. I wanted to get up and gave me a slap on the ass. He put me on my side, lifted one of my legs up and penetrated me completely, with all his cock inside my pussy. I screamed with pleasure, bit the sheets and kept screaming. The miserable guy controlled me completely. He played with his fingers in my clitoris, or squeezed my breasts, or stuck a finger in my ass. -Twelve years waiting to make love to you with all my passion, finally he said. And he kept pounding like an animal in my pussy. I thought his cock was hitting my lungs as it went in, he leaned and if I didn't stop playing with my clitoris, he gave me a kiss for the history books. God, finally I felt the passion of a man who really loved me. My partners were so small they were insignificant. This was a man in love. Thank God. After taking one of the many orgasms, he stopped, pulled his cock out of my pussy and took it to my anus. He looked at me and his eyes sparkled, and I felt an incredible fire, finally I was going to lose my virginity in my ass. He supported me and made a bit of effort, barely entered and stayed quiet. Not even half the head of the penis entered. To encourage him, I myself pushed for it to enter. The miserable guy let out a laugh and said: -You're going to leave with your desires unfulfilled. With one blow he put his cock back in my pussy and was screwing me brutally, smiling, looking at me with lust, I enjoyed like the best of whores. I felt like two fingers were entering my ass and masturbating it. Please, what an incredible pleasure they gave me. His cock, his fingers in my ass and clitoris were destroying me. I opened my mouth completely, searching for some air. When he finished, his fingers were totally inside my ass, the other hand squeezing a breast, his cock pouring all its love inside me. I felt like I was about to faint, my body shaking uncontrollably, the orgasm was incredible, I was screaming with pleasure. He pulled his fingers out of my ass, which made my orgasm continue and without removing his cock from my pussy. Then he lay on top of me and kissed me a thousand times. I was clawing at his back. -I love you. I screamed and it was another orgasm that wouldn't let me stop shaking. Finally, I stopped shaking, he lay down beside me and smiled with the most beautiful smile in the world. I was the one who started kissing him wildly and telling him how much I loved him, that I was the happiest woman in the world. His cock hadn't lost its erection completely when I started sucking it. It was covered in my juices and his sperm. Slowly, he regained his erection and became totally clean. -You'll be an animal, but so will I, a sexy girl in your arms. I said and sucked him with all my might. -The most beautiful of whores. He said. My blood was boiling. Now I could finally release all the heat that his abuses had generated for me. I rode him hard, jumping like crazy with his cock in my pussy. I was squeezing my breasts, wetting my fingers in my fluids and passing them over my nipples. With the other hand, I was giving myself a good time on my clitoris. Fernando was looking at me with ecstasy. I had an orgasm and got up like women do when they need to pee. He took his cock and moistened two fingers in my pussy. They served to put them in my ass. I, if I was even masturbating my ass for my man without him asking. He placed his cock on top of it and knew it wouldn't be easy. I was lowering myself and it was a burning iron that entered me and burned everything inside. But my heat, the He never let anyone else have that pleasure first, so I did the rest. -This is terrible, you're such a wild animal between my legs, love. I said while enjoying having her all inside. Slowly the pain turned into pleasure, and what pleasure. I put two fingers in my pussy to play with his cock, while going up and down on that phallic monument. It was inconceivable the pleasure I felt, I forgot about Fernando completely, going crazy over that erect cock, hard as a rock. My movements became frenzied, going up and down at full speed, his cock entering my entire ass in each descent. I recovered consciousness and opened my eyes when he took me with both hands around my waist, and started pumping like a madman. He let go of me and I stayed quiet with my eyes open wide, it was an eye-opener. The animal was unleashed, squeezing my breasts with force and entering me with all his force. Suddenly he took hold of my waist again, now with more force, rammed into my ass and the semen jets came out of his cock with such force that I felt like they were hitting the inside of my intestines. -Animal. I screamed in the middle of a marvelous orgasm. He was holding me, my legs were shaking so much that I couldn't stop to get out of his cock. I opted to let myself fall onto her, and then onto the bed from the side. As I could, I got closer to lick her and clean her completely. I was doing it and felt like he wasn't stopping his erection. -Come. He said for me to lie down beside him. I did and he started masturbating with all of himself. -Don't think you're going anywhere. I said while he was masturbating, and I was sucking his cock. -You're a son of a slut, you're a beast in earnest. I grasped his hand with mine and we both masturbated. I felt like I was about to cum and brought my mouth closer. -No, lie down. I lay down, and he penetrated me immediately. Three explosions and I ended up again in my pussy in the middle of kisses and declarations of love. He fell onto my side and we slept that way. The sun rising woke us up. We kissed and we both laughed. -You are the most beautiful woman in the world. And the hottest. -And you the man most beastly and sweetest in the world. We bathe and go down to breakfast. When we were leaving, they scolded us for the shouts of the night. The two of us laughed, so did the concierge. We were going home when Jorgina called. -Hola. Did you find your rapist? -Daughter of a slut, you were an accomplice, I'm going to kill you. But first I'll give you a tremendous kiss. I'm crazy in love with this guy and don't know what he's like in bed. If he was a rapist, it would be wonderful, as a future husband releasing his passion... -I only know him as a lover and yes, he is an animal. Jorgina said laughing. -True daughter of a slut, you had him before me, babe. -Does that entitle us to a trio? She said. -Don't even think about it. I don't share. I'm selfish. Last night we totally burned out dinner. The smoke alarm went off. Nothing was left. -Turros. -Jor, friend, come over to Analía's place. I'll make a barbecue. We have something to tell you. -I'm coming. Fernando had a week of vacation time. Time that we used so that I could quit my job, gather some things and at the end of the week travel together to Córdoba. It's been 10 years and two kids since we've been together, and we still maintain the same passion as that first night.
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