A spinster's farewell is something that everyone takes as if it were a great party, where sex is always on the order and we women bring out our darker side, although I really didn't expect much from the party for my older sister's last night of freedom. She was 27 years old, in a long-term relationship, and had always been a diligent girl, so I didn't have high hopes that her farewell would be anything out of the ordinary and quiet. Especially since the party would be at my aunt Rebeca's house, and I put aunt in quotes because there was no blood tie between us, just the friendship she had with my mom since they were very young.Aunt Rebeca was a devoted homemaker, the typical trophy wife of a successful businessman with plenty of money. Mother of two children, 45 years old and well-preserved, with always noble and tranquil behavior. Nothing seemed to suggest how the night would end.
I, at 18 years old and with few expectations, accompanied my mom, Aunt Rebeca, and about six friends of my sister to the party. Everything was passing normally and within what I expected: music, many drinks, and anecdotes that were only funny for my sister's group of friends. My mother decided to leave early, but I decided to stay at my sister's insistence.
Around 2 am, Aunt Rebeca started showing off her previously hidden personality. Well girls, I have a surprise she said, before the lights in the living room went out and a very tall and muscular man dressed as a police officer entered. He was a stripper.
The young man began to dance and take off his clothes, amidst the shouting and laughter of the present women. I watched from afar, taking my vodka with orange juice and admiring that wonderful mass of muscles moving to the music. He didn't get completely naked, just stayed in his thong, played around with the guests for a bit, and ended his show. That's it, it was all I thought. It was to the service room to change, while one of my sister's more friends suggested continuing the party at a disco. They all left, but I chose to stay. My house was nearby and besides, a local idea passed through my head. The girls left and the hostess was arranging things, I went to the service room with the excuse of going to the bathroom, where the stripper was. It's worth noting that I was already quite drunk. Also, I had just gone through my first breakup with my boyfriend of 3 years and felt vulnerable but also adventurous.
I entered the room and saw him. He was wearing a jean pant and buttoning up a white shirt, but his beautiful abs were still visible. He looked at me startled and asked what I was doing there, I replied that I wanted to try his gun; while looking at him with desire and licking my lips. He laughed. It wouldn't be the first time a drunk young girl made an indecent proposal, nor would it be the first time after the proposal, the foxy cock-thirsty girl would get in front of her, kneel down, and start handling his package.
He tried to stop me, but I kept going. I felt like he was getting hard under my touch and he let himself be carried away. I unbuttoned his pants and lowered them, he laughed. With my teeth, I lowered his boxers and his cock rested on my face. It was quite large, I calculated around 18 centimeters. It looked very good.
I didn't say a word and started sucking it, driven by the desire to try something new and also the feeling of dirtiness that invaded me. I had never been with another man and less with a stranger.
He sat down and I kept sucking him off, more eager than ever and getting hotter every time. The bitter, hard, and venomous taste of his cock delighted me. I swallowed it all the way to the back of my throat, making myself gag but managing to get it in entirely.
Something that my ex always used to say was that I sucked it very well and I think those skills were demonstrated when after about 5 minutes, the stripper's cock had... exploded in my mouth, filling it with warm semen that I swallowed without hesitation. As soon as I finished swallowing the stranger's seminal discharge after giving him a tremendous blow job, I heard the door open. It was Aunt Rebeca, holding a bottle of vodka in her hand. Look at this slut, haha, you leave her alone for a bit and she'll suck off the first guy who comes along. I didn't have time to react, I remained motionless. Neither could I pay attention when the scared stripper ran out. My open eyes were only fixed on my aunt, looking down at me from the floor. She was white-skinned, dark-haired, and had a sculptural body. Huge breasts, small waist, and firm large buttocks. She looked imposing, especially considering her height and always having a presence that generated something intimidating. Come here, girl. I'm going to correct you. You go around being a slut? Now you'll see what's good, slut. She said, while lifting me up by the arm and leading me to the living room. I thought she was going to call my mom, tell her what I'd done, and punish me. After all, despite being 18 years old, I still lived with my parents and was about to finish high school. Her painted red nails dug into my arms, the heels of her shoes echoed in the enormous marble-floored living room. She had me in one arm and the bottle in the other. She made me sit on the sofa and stood in front of me, with her arms crossed. Okay, tell me. What's wrong, girl? Do you think I'm going to let my house be turned into a brothel so that some street slut like you comes to suck off a stranger? I couldn't respond, I was in shock. I started crying. She continued: Oh, now you're crying, slut. You were just taking it from an unknown guy and now you're acting like a mosquito. Between sobs, I asked her not to tell my mom and apologized. I slowly lifted my face to look at her and when I did, what I saw was her hand coming swiftly towards my face. The blow I hear the echo of the slap that hit me until now in my consciousness.
Te voy a dar tu merecido, foxy she said to me, while grabbing my ear and making me climb the stairs.
She put me in her room, turned on the lights, and locked the door. She sat on the bed and left me standing in front of her.
She ordered me to take off my clothes. I told her no, please let me go. But she didn't raise her voice or change her expression, just kept staring at me with a cold and penetrating gaze.
I started undressing until I was completely naked. She ordered me to crawl towards her and I obeyed.
She opened her legs, lifted the bottom of the white dress she was wearing, and took off her underwear when I was in front of her. She grabbed my neck with force and forced me to give her oral sex.
I had never experienced it with a woman before and felt terrified and surprised by the whole situation.
Dale, girl. Don't know where the clitoris is? Dale, carajo. Commit that use the word: pussy. You're going to educate you, cheap slut.
I did what I could until I realized that the only way to get out quickly was to do it well. I found the clitoris and started licking it and alternating with sucks.
Well, like this. Well, slut . See that it's not so hard.
I think she had an orgasm because she let out a cry of pleasure and her legs trembled. I thought it was over, that she would let me go; but no.
She undressed and showed off her beautiful body, and I kept looking at her from the floor as she walked to a huge wardrobe, where she took out a trunk. I remembered how she always admired me, because she always seemed so beautiful to me.
From the trunk, she took out handcuffs, a whip, a belt with a fake penis and a huge black dildo about 30 centimeters long.
I'm going to have fun with you, girl. You're going to learn that my house is respected.
She handcuffed my hands, put on the belt with the fake cock and made me suck it.
Dale, like a stripper. Dale, slut . Until the end.
I felt the plastic member entering and leaving my throat with force, it hurt and made me salivate. muchísimo. Later she lifted me onto the bed and put me on all fours, started slapping my buttocks while repeating the insults she had already said to me. Never had anyone called me slut , slut, foxy, trash, etc. before; I was receiving them all that night, including punches. Later I felt something cold starting to penetrate me and when I turned around, I saw her putting the vodka bottle in. Come on, like a truck driver, dirty girl. See if you also like it. She poured the whole neck of the bottle into me; it didn't fit anymore. She took it out and proceeded to penetrate me with the belt and plastic cock, while hitting, spitting, choking, and insulting me. In that moment I started to moan a lot, because already a long time had passed since the situation stopped seeming terrifying to me and I began to enjoy muchísimo. I was moaning and moaning, seeing her eyes full of rage and that fear transforming into a pleasure I had never felt before. One orgasm, two orgasms, three orgasms; I lost count. One after another, my legs were trembling. Mom, I'm a street slut. Correct me. Treat me badly, I said with a shaky voice. She smiled and kept holding me better than my ex had ever imagined. In a moment she took it out of me and started to make me come by putting her fingers in and stimulating my G-spot violently. I felt like peeing and let myself be carried away. The result: a squirt worthy of a porn movie. The liquid was flowing out, surprising me and making her laugh almost demonically. If you're such a dirty slut, see how much you like being beaten up. You're mine, look at how I have you, she shouted at the top of her lungs, while covering the room with my fluids. I felt tired from all those orgasms, punches, chokes, and squirts. She grabbed the huge dildo and put lubricant on it, came close to me and caressed me.
He whispered in my ear if I liked it, I nodded. We kissed passionately. She put me on all fours again, I didn't look at her. I thought she would stick the dildo up my pussy or do something more gently, since we had gone from total brutality to tenderness. I don't know how to explain what happened otherwise: he impaled me. I felt the wet tip of the dildo enter my ass and couldn't say anything else because he stuck it in all at once. He broke my ass, I could feel it torn apart.
She was dying laughing while screaming and spitting in my face again. 'You're mine, slut. I'm going to do what I want with you'. She would push it in and pull it out of my ass, while at the same time penetrating me with her belt. When I fainted from pain, I think she kept doing it for a while until she realized and then stopped. I regained consciousness and wasn't handcuffed anymore, but I was still on her bed. The room was empty. Our clothes were scattered on the floor, you could still see the stains of my squirt on the carpet, furniture, sheets, and walls.
I turned around and looked out the window; it was already morning. I slept and woke up when she threw a cold glass of water at me. Come on, slut. Get out of here. But remember that from now on you're mine. Before I left, she wiped my face and took one of her lipsticks; she wrote slut on my forehead. Then she told me to get down. I wanted to pick up my clothes, but she shook her head, so I turned around and went downstairs. She was following me.I arrived at the living room and turned to look at her; she had stopped halfway down the stairs and called out What are you? A slut, I replied. No, you're MY slut, she said. And continued now you'll go naked down the street and enter your house like that. If someone asks what happened, tell them you're a slut and that you were corrected and it felt good. And that you had it well deserved. I nodded and left.
Luckily there was no one on the street and I could walk the three blocks to my house without any problems except for the terrible pain in my butt that made me walk barely. Everyone was sleeping at home when I entered and went straight to my room. I took a shower and slept.
The next day was the wedding. When I saw my aunt Rebeca it was very uncomfortable looking at her during the mass. Later it was also uncomfortable looking at her during the party.
A couple of days passed and it wasn't so uncomfortable when I wrote her from my cell phone, saying it was my mom and that she was writing to me because hers had broken and inviting her to have a snack. Ah, no, it wasn't uncomfortable at all when I saw her entering my house and I was waiting for her in the living room, kneeling down with slut written on my forehead.
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