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From Princess to slut.
When Marcos saw that blonde with blue eyes walk in, he remembered his mother's wake where the repairman had tried to fix things. The very damned one gave him a powerful kick, a spark that left him with his hair standing on end and his heart racing wild. That beauty, with a simple but elegant stride, without haughtiness, caused the same effect. It was a sudden blow like that electric shock.
Was he seeing an angel or a Greek goddess? The sunlight, which was streaming in through the large windows of the salon, was chasing after this precious nymph; her golden hair shone. Marcos felt the imperative need to kiss those delicate lips. He considers himself attractive and spends enough time at the gym to be in good shape if he sets his mind to it, maybe he'll have a chance.
Her dreams began to fade when she saw a man approaching that princess. He seemed to be around twenty years old, just like her. Marcos wanted to believe that this guy was a brother or some cousin... but he took her by the hands and gave her a warm kiss on the mouth. The happy couple walked into the salon where Marcos was, and she looked slightly flushed, making her even more beautiful. Marcos' chest constricted when his nymph smiled.
Hello, I'm Alina. He is my boyfriend, Santiago.
―Alina? I didn't know angels had such lovely names ―said Marcos, with a smile that showed security; but without losing the touch of professionalism required in this business.
To Santiago, the flirtation didn't please him much, he furrowed his brow and was about to complain when he heard his girlfriend's giggles.
―Many thanks ―she replied, the flush on her cheeks becoming even more intense―. They told us we had to talk to you to rent the hall. ―She pointed to the entire space around her, it was immense and practically empty, except for a sector where there were tables with different decorations.
This is it. My name is Marcos. I'm in charge of the room reservations. And can I ask what kind of event you have in mind?
A marriage --said Alina, bent her head to hide the smile of happiness that was drawn on her lips--. Santiago and I are getting married soon.
―Are you going to get married so young? ―The question was directed at Alina, as if her boyfriend wasn't there. This was her first slip outside of professional etiquette. She knew very well that when dealing with couples, she should address the man. For a simple reason: so they wouldn't think she was flirting with the girlfriend...―I hope you're very sure about that, especially considering how beautiful you are.
What's that got to do with anything? Alina didn't understand why suddenly Marcos was so worried about his personal life.
It has a lot to do with it. Being so beautiful you could get any partner you want. You could even change partners as many times as you please, offers would never run out. Never thought about living life without being tied down and having sex with whoever you want, whenever you want?
Hey, skinny -- interrupted Santiago --. It seems to me that you're going overboard...
Santiago, said Alina, without raising the tone of her voice, I don't need you to defend me, I can do it myself.
I like that - assured Marcos -, an independent girl, who doesn't do everything the husband tells her. I saw many beautiful girls like you, subjected to a sad and bitter life, for having married a jerk who can't satisfy them sexually.
―Hey! ―Santiago exclaimed, red with rage―. What the hell is wrong with you, skinny guy?
However, Marcos didn't even look at it, he remained firm, gazing fixedly at those precious blue eyes.
―Are you very sure you want to spend the rest of your life tied down to this type?
―Yes ―Alina replied without hesitation―. Because I love him. He makes me happy. He treats me like a princess.
In bed too? Because I know many 'princesses' who prefer to be treated like whores in bed.
Who did you tell...
I'm not some slut!
Santiago fell mute upon hearing his girlfriend's exclamation. She had a character so docile that she never raised her voice. Alina was red with fury.
How do you know? Did you get with some other guy besides this one?
―Skinny, you're pissing me off ―Santiago pointed at him with his finger, threateningly―. We're going to end badly. Do you want me to call the police?
But Marcos ignored him. He kept his gaze fixed on Alina's impressive blue eyes. Then he added:
―Is your boyfriend's cock really that big? That's the only way I could understand why a girl as beautiful as you would consider marrying someone like this. If at least he's going to screw well with a good piece of cock... okay, I get it. And I respect that. But if he's small, you're making the biggest mistake of your life.
Alina pursed her lips and looked away. Santiago remained speechless, unable to believe that kind of guy was so impertinent. He had received hurtful comments before, it wasn't the first time someone implied Alina was far from 'his level'; but Marcos said it with brutal frankness. He looked at his girlfriend and waited for her to defend him.
It doesn't matter how big it is, said Alina, clearly embarrassed. I love Santiago because he's very affectionate with me.
So your boyfriend has her small. Ever tried a good cock? A good one seriously. Did you sleep with someone who really knows how to get it up? Someone who gives you everything for long minutes.
I was only with Santiago -- she furrowed her brow, feeling obligated to recount details of her intimate life.
Then I suggest you try some good cock before getting married. You might change your mind. You could even avoid the divorce process. And don't take it as an attack, Alina. I'm telling you this because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. You'll never lack offers from lovers. You could lead a very active sexual life and enjoy all sorts of massages in different sizes and colors.
―And what makes you think I want that kind of life? Besides, I don't need to test any dicks to be sure, I want to marry him because I love him. Sex isn't that important in a relationship.
Santiago's heart was filled with joy. He could show himself violent and angry with that impertinent guy; but it wouldn't change much. What mattered most were his girlfriend's responses. He is aware of Alina's beauty, but he didn't choose her as a partner just because of that. He fell in love with her sweetness, her kindness. He loves that Alina doesn't lead a wild life, not even going out to dance with friends. She only wants to be quiet. She never wears provocative clothes and is embarrassed if a man looks at her lustfully. Alina isn't chasing after bras.
―Are you sure? ―Marcos insisted―. Because I saw more than one girl with a saintly face, who ultimately turned out to be tremendous whores. You should try a good cock...
―I'm not like that! And I already told you I won't try anything.
―Why? Are you afraid that you'll like a cock that isn't your boyfriend's? Are you afraid I'm right? Because I'm sure if you try a good cock, you won't want to get married.
You're saying nonsense, Alina snapped. Look if I'm going to leave the man I love just to try a good cock.
―See? By saying 'try a good cock' you're assuming your boyfriend's isn't. ―Alina froze, she hadn't measured her words well―. With that mouth, you should make very good blowjobs.
You're already gone, numbskull - Santiago's words echoed in the large room of the salon and were completely ignored.
I don't do those things -- she returned to her angry and offended attitude --. And even if I did, that wouldn't change my opinion about my boyfriend.
Santiago was hurt by the turn the conversation had taken, but at least his girlfriend was still defending him with vehemence.
If you want I can offer myself as a volunteer to test a good piece of meat -- said Marcos, grabbing the package, which had grown considerably.
You have too much confidence, unhappy one -- said Alina, unable to tear her eyes away from that package.
―You're the one with too much confidence, dear ―Marcos looked at her with a sneering smile―. You think you'll always be the 'faithful wife', and in two or three years you'll regret having gotten married because you won't be able to try new things. I told you that offers wouldn't lack, and here's another one ―he grabbed his package again, already hard inside his pants―. Give it a little suck and you'll discover a new world.
Pff... you're an idiot -- Alina crossed her arms --. Do you think I'm going to go crazy for giving your cock a blow job?
It could be... and I assure you that mine is bigger than your boyfriend's.
Santiago's face filled with colors; but he didn't want to intervene, he trusted Alina. She would put that idiot in his place.
You're a jerk.
I think you're scared -- provoked Marcos.
Is he afraid of a penis? Why would he be afraid of it?
It may please you. And a lot.
―Ah! How ridiculous you are. Do you know what? ―said Alina―. Let's try it ―Santiago almost dislocated his jaw. He felt his legs weakening. Had he heard correctly?
―Do you want to try her? ―Asked Marcos.
Come on, let's see if you're so 'tough guy' now. I'll show you that a cock isn't worth much. Something as insignificant won't make me change my opinion about my boyfriend. I love him and will keep loving him.
It's fine -- Marcos was about to jump for joy. That little beauty was willing to suck his cock. Still, he kept calm.-- Kneel down and show me how good you are at blowing... I'm sure you have a natural talent for sucking it.
Alina looked at her boyfriend as if she was saying: 'Don't worry, love, I'm going to take care of this jerk soon'. Defiantly, she got down on her knees in front of Marcos.
What? Stop, love! What are you doing? -- Santiago didn't know what to say, his brain was collapsing. His girlfriend wasn't capable of doing something like that.
Stay calm, love - said Alina, confidently - Nothing's going to happen... I'll show this miserable guy that a little blow job won't change my life.
But... how a little blow job? Are you really going to suck it? Are you going to cheat on me with him?
I'm going to suck it, but dimwit... I'm not deceiving you. If you're here... you know very well why I do it. It's to show how much I love you. This is for you, Santi.
Her boyfriend wanted to tell her that she didn't need such a test of love, but Marcos interrupted him.
Okay, fewer words and more shots.
He pulled out the cock, already erect, and placed it on Alina's soft lips. The change in attitude in the girl was drastic and unexpected, even for Marcos himself. She went from being angry to smiling, with her mouth agape. Her entire face lit up with joy and surprise. At all times she held his gaze, staring at Marcos, who fell prey to those deep blue eyes that radiated a glow of contained lust.
Alina was not used to watching porn and in her meager sexual experience only knew the cock of her boyfriend. She thought that the size difference would be almost imperceptible. But it wasn't... she became dazed as soon as she saw that erect cock in all its splendor. It was much bigger than Santiago's. It was like seeing a monument to male virility.
The boyfriend (who was already sensing his first horns) couldn't believe that his girlfriend was smiling in that way in front of Marcos' member, as if she had taken a pleasant surprise.
To have her cock ringing its lips made her think she had gone too far; but Alina considered herself a woman of her word, she wouldn't back down now; it was already too late. Besides, even if the size had surprised her, she still thought that wouldn't change anything.
With a trembling hand she grasped Marcos' penis and her vulva moistened as she became aware of that rigidity, symbol of masculine virility. She didn't remember Santiago ever having it so hard. She didn't understand the reaction of her vulva. She felt betrayed by it.
Alina had never practiced oral sex, not even with her boyfriend. He never asked for it, so as not to disrespect her, and she preferred it that way. However, she promised to suck Marcos' cock and was willing to do it. Although she didn't know how. Her mouth was already open, the next step was to give permission to her tongue to get into action.
With timidity, she licked the glans tip, and to her surprise, this caused every erogenous zone of her body to vibrate.
Love, please, don't do it -- begged Santiago, pathetically.
Alina didn't even listen to it, she kept staring fixedly at Marcos' eyes. She swallowed most of the cock (as much as she could) and trusted her feminine instinct. She moved her head from front to back and repeated the gesture over and over again. She pressed her lips together and was forced to move her tongue a lot; something Marcos appreciated.
That sweet little angel had talent for a blow job. Although this was her first time, she was already discovering some very interesting tricks.
He was drinking slowly, like a puppy that doesn't dare to enter a house; but he smells food and is hungry. He went getting more and more courageous little by little, with timidity. He kept looking at Marcos all the time, as if he were asking: 'Am I doing it right?'
Marcos moved his pelvis slightly, encouraging her to swallow more. She began to suck the cock at a constant rhythm. Her boyfriend couldn't believe what he was seeing. He never imagined that his sweet little flower could swallow cock like that. Not Alina... she was incapable.
But there it was, the pretty blonde girl moving her head faster and faster, discovering how to put more of that big cock in her mouth. She knew she wouldn't be able to swallow it all and this generated another involuntary reaction in her vagina. She caressed Marcos' testicles. They were much bigger than her boyfriend's and seemed pleasant to her. As if she couldn't believe men could have such balls. Santiago's looked more like two prunes. Marcos' were like bags. They hung in front of her eyes. She hadn't realized it, but while concentrating on caressing the testicles, she sucked the cock with more emphasis than before. Marcos also accelerated his pelvic movement.
During minutes that seemed eternal, Santiago gazed horrified as his future wife blew the cock to a complete stranger. And she blew it well blown. He swallowed cock like it was a championship.
I see you wanking with a lot of eagerness - said Marcos -. You like my cock.
Mmm... she's lovely. Bigger than I imagined.
The heart of Santiago stopped for a second upon hearing that.
―Are you already thinking of leaving your boyfriend?
No, idiot -- Alina laughed, the situation seemed to amuse her more than bother her --. I told you that sucking a cock wouldn't change my opinion. It's... interesting. I admit it. But I love my future husband very much.
That calmed Santiago down a bit, but he still had his heart in a fist. He would never have imagined that his sweet Alina would be capable of doing something like that.
I can make you change your mind... if I stick it up your pussy.
―No, that's not it! ―Santiago exclaimed.
But Alina didn't listen.
What an impertinent one. Do you really think I'll let you screw me?
That's it!
Okay, because I'm going to show you what a good cock is capable of doing.
You're too self-centered, she said to Marcos. A simple penetration won't drive me crazy.
―Are you willing to prove I'm wrong?
You wish you had already - replied, defiantly.
―Alina, please...
―Do you have fear?
―Is it from your cock? No, not even a little bit ―it swallowed it again to emphasize her words. She took it all the way down her throat and pulled it out slowly. She removed it from her mouth giving a strong suck on the glans. Marcos was so shocked that he almost came, luckily he managed to hold back―. See? I'm not afraid. But I'm not as crazy as you think. You want to screw me. But you won't succeed. My pussy isn't yours. It's my boyfriend's... my future husband's.
Santiago felt moved by his girlfriend's words in a new act of silliness. Although he had to see her swallow that big member again. He repeated the whole action: all the way down the throat, he held it there for a few seconds and pulled it out very slowly from his mouth. Too slow. And this time he didn't give the glans a blow job. He gave two... then three... and four...
―Alina...
And swallowed it all.
―Hmm... I think that's enough already. You've made your point.
Nobody listened to him.
It's okay, I admit it, Marcos said, as if Santiago weren't there. I thought you'd beg me to put all the cock in, but that didn't happen. Alina smiled with the glans still in her mouth. This melted him from inside out. Those piercing blue eyes were getting into his chest like sharp fragments of glass. At least, can you show it to me? I want to see what I'm missing.
Don't do it love...
However she was already removing her pants. With a triumphant air, she took it off along with the thong. Without prior play, without a hint of shame. She undressed from the waist down. Santiago's heart froze. Alina turned around, ending up on all fours. Marcos remained amazed. Perfect buttocks, and a pair of completely shaved vaginal lips, carved in marble.
―You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen in my life.
―Thanks... I suppose.
Your boyfriend is a very lucky guy. You don't imagine how many men would die of desire to get into that pussy.
You're exaggerating -- Alina let out a giggle --. I'm not that pretty.
Marcos realized that she was speaking seriously. For some incomprehensible reason, he doesn't self-identify as the beauty that he really is.
I'm saying it very seriously. Thanks for showing it to me.
I'm showing it to you just so you can see what you're missing out on because you're being so rude.
Would you have agreed if I had asked in a different way?
―Of course not! ―Santiago got upset.
Maybe —said Alina.
Her boyfriend froze, as if he had received an electric shock.
It's a shame. Maybe I didn't express myself in the best way - said Marcos -. I just wanted to give you the opportunity to feel like a slut, at least once in your life.
―Who's telling you I want to feel like a slut?
I don't know -she shrugged-. Instinct. I see it in the sparkle of your eyes. You're about to get married and you only slept with one man. A man who always treated you like a princess. I suppose that's fine for many women. But you... I don't know. You're too beautiful.
What a superficial person you are. Do you think all beautiful women want to be treated like whores?
No, of course not. There are some who don't like it. And probably they know because someone treated them that way and didn't like it. But you... you only tried one man and already think he's the right one for the rest of your life. ―Alina listened attentively on her feet in front of him. She made no attempt to raise her pants, her perfectly depilated vagina remaining visible. Marcos was dying to possess her―. I thought you wanted to try something different. I think it's not bad for a woman to feel like a slut in bed sometimes. I mean slut in the good sense, not pejoratively.
Mmmm... I hadn't thought of it that way.
―Love, there's nothing to think about ―Said Santiago, he was ignored again―. You are my princess. Don't let...
It's fine -- Alina's words were like a stab in the chest of Santiago --. Show me. How is it to feel like a slut?
―Really? But... look, you also have to put in your own effort. You have to show an attitude... um... how do I say it?
―Is she a slut? ―Asked Alina.
Well, yes. That's it. And I say... it's just once. If you really love your boyfriend so much, I don't think you'll cancel the wedding over this. On the contrary, you'll do it even more convinced.
Very true.
Love, please, I...
Stay calm, Santiago. As he well said: it's not going to make me change my mind just once. I love you very much... and with this, I'm going to prove it.
Alina got down on all fours on the floor in front of her fiancé's astonished gaze. Marcos didn't want to give her time to regret it, she was already fully immersed in the game, and he wouldn't miss the opportunity. He adjusted his cock and upon making contact with the vagina realized that he wouldn't need extra lubricant; she was completely soaked.
How did you get wet, slut...
Shut up, jerk... she said, letting out a giggle.
Mark also laughed.
―See? That's what this is about.
Yes, I'm starting to understand. Although... I don't know, it feels weird that they call me a 'slut'
―Do you mind? ―He asked, rubbing his glans against her pussy.
Now I don't mind it because I gave you permission to do it. Are you going to screw me over?
―Only when you ask me for it, slut.
Alina let out another nervous giggle. She felt a surge of pleasure coursing through her entire body.
It's fine. Put it in me. Put all the cock in me.
―No, that's enough! ―Santiago reacted―. Please, my life... what are you doing?
Stay calm, Santi - Alina spoke calmly -. I already told you, I do this to show you how much I love you, so you'll be sure of what I feel for you the day we get married.
Santiago wanted to tell him he didn't need this kind of demonstration of love; but it was already too late. The cock was entering and Alina bit her lower lip.
Oh, slow down! You've got it too big.
The cock began to enter her delicate pussy.
I told you my one was bigger. Do you want to know what it feels like when they give you a good cock?
Yes. I want to know how a good cock feels. Give it all.
―Please, Alina! Don't say those things! ―Santiago exclaimed, with tearful eyes.
Ay, love. I don't mean it seriously. It's all part of the game. Don't you understand? I'm supposed to behave like a slut.
It comes out very naturally.
Another giggle, this time was more luxurious.
I do my best.
Pushed towards the bottom with a light but constant pressure, the cock slid completely inside the pussy.
Oh no, please! Exclaimed Alina, releasing a powerful moan. How delicious!
She didn't expect penetration to be so pleasurable. Her entire body began to vibrate in a way never experienced before.
The pumping was fast from the start, that made Alina feel a bit of pain when her pussy was dilating. However, she discovered it was a pleasant pain. Addictive. She wanted more.
―Ugh... yes... give it to me hard. Give it to me hard. My boyfriend never puts it in that hard. Mmmm, what a good cock. It's very yummy. I love it!
Santiago remained mute, he couldn't believe those words were coming out of the mouth of his sweet and beloved princess.
I'm going to tear your beautiful pussy, slut.
Marcos grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back with force, forcing her to lift her head.
Ah, yes! Break me all!
And Marcos started to give it harder. His movements were constant, had power, firmness. They didn't resemble anything in Santiago's hesitant and weak charges.
For a moment, when seeing the suffering on the face of her fiancé, Alina regained composure. She wanted to ask Marcos to stop, she had already made her point; however, the words did not leave her mouth, they were stifled by a moaning laden with morbidness.
He glanced sideways at Santiago and knew he had committed a grave mistake by coming so far. He was pale, as if life were about to leave his body; she had never felt so full of life before. His chest pounded in time with the penetrations, which were becoming increasingly rapid. Marcos was enjoying it just as much as she and didn't intend to stop.
―Alina, please...
No big deal, love... wanted to repress a whimper but it was impossible. No big deal... I love you... I love you ahhh... Oh, yes... yes! Take me all! Take me hard! God... what's tasty!
―Skinny ―interrupted Marcos―. Don't you realize she's just looking for an excuse to try a good blowjob?
It's not true -- said the couple in unison.
―Is that so? Then why is this slut moving around so much?
Alina realized that Marcos was no longer moving, it was she, with an erotic dance of hips, who was forcing the penetrations. She wanted to stop, but her body wasn't responding.
It's liking you, slut...
Mmm... yes, I like it - she admitted; for Santiago these words were like receiving another stab, this time from behind-. That doesn't prove anything... it feels tasty, it's very big... but I'm not going to leave my boyfriend because of that.
I think you're already considering that.
Marcos pulled hard on her hair and started to take her with enthusiasm, Alina's continuous moans echoed in the large party hall. Santiago, the only witness, watched in awe as that guy filled his future wife's pussy with cock.
She had never felt her sex so full. The roughness of Marcos drove her crazy. The way he put his hand under the blouse and squeezed a breast made her vibrate. Santiago never took those risks.
Do you like it, slut?
Oh, yeah... yeah... and it gets me hot when you tell me 'slut'.
He regretted saying that; but it was true. For some reason I couldn't understand, it was making me extremely hot.
That's because deep down you're a slut.
Mmmm… uff… I don't know… ahhh... ahhh... maybe a little.
No, it can't be -- thought Santiago --. Alina is not any slut. Not even a little bit.
But there she was, enjoying like... like a slut. While that guy was pounding her pussy, she wouldn't stop moaning.
―Do you feel like trying something else? ―Asked Marcos.
What's up?
I want to take this beautiful ass of yours... that's what will drive you crazy. That's when you'll really call off the wedding.
Alina laughed.
―Do you think anal sex is going to change my opinion?
Yes, I'm sure.
You're going to see that I won't... responded defiantly. Come on, put it in. She lowered her head until it was against the floor. She spread her legs and with both hands separated her buttocks. Come on, put it all in... I'm not afraid of you.
You should... because if your ass is still a virgin, this anal sex will make you suffer a lot.
I assure you I can take it.
Marcos used abundant saliva to lubricate his cock and that long-awaited asterisk. When he started applying pressure, he was surprised: his cock began to enter, while Alina purred like a kitten. When the penis reached halfway, he said:
―I think this ass is not a virgin ―Alina let out a sly giggle―. Ahh... slut ... have you guys already done the ass?
No, nothing to do with that, skinny guy. What are you saying?
I say what I feel. This asshole is very open. This asshole is not a virgin. Not even by chance. Look how it enters you ―pushed with force and the cock slid all the way to the bottom―. See? You didn't even scream from pain. What face are you going to put on saying you're a virgin?
Oh, okay. Okay. I don't have a virgin ass.
―What do you say, love? If we never...
It seems to me that it's not the first time this slut is screwing you over, skinny guy.
―Liar! I never gave him horns. Don't listen to it, Santiago. That's a vile lie.
―So why do you have your asshole so open? Do you like having things inserted into it?
―...
Is that so?
―...
―Ahaha! Slutty little minx! You love getting things up your butt!
That other time that 'bad girl' giggle of hers that used to get on Santiago's nerves so much.
I have a comfort object hidden at home - confessed the blonde.
―And do you like putting it up his ass?
―Siiii…. muuuuuchoooo….. I bought it because Santiago doesn't like anal sex. And I do... uf... I love it. When he goes to work, I put the vibrator in my ass. This morning I did it, that's why it's so open.
―Do you really like it up me? ―He asked her again, just to emphasize.
Yes, I love it! But this feels better... your cock feels more yummy.
Marcos was already getting into rhythm with his anal penetrations. He was literally fucking the ass of that beautiful and angelic young lady. He felt like her cock was going to explode at any moment.
―Love... why didn't you tell me you were doing that ―Santiago had a knot in his throat.
Because you once told me that only whores liked it when they got fucked in the ass...
And it seems that your girlfriend is quite a slut, thin one.
―A little bit... ―she said, with that saucy little laugh―. Yes, deep down I'm a little bit of a slut. I admit it. Ugh, yes... how tasty. I didn't know sex with a real cock felt so tasty. Give it to me hard, Marcos. Give it all to her. Break my ass. Come on, Marcos... give it to me strong.
He got like a crazy goat. It was the first time he asked him to screw saying his name. He was asking it specifically from him. He held her with force of hair and gave it hard up the ass.
Alina accompanied Marcos' movements, letting herself be carried away by a wild sexual frenzy that she had never lived before, not even on those nights she spent hidden in the bathroom, masturbating and inserting the dildo into her anus. Because the dildo was wide, but not as wide as Marcos' cock. That guy, whom she didn't know anything about, was fulfilling her greatest sexual fantasy: being taken from behind.
And there was another... I could ask for it, but no... that would be too much. I had already gone very far, she had treated her boyfriend very badly. Asking them to fulfill that other fantasy would be acknowledging that Marcos was right; it would be like admitting I'd gone crazy over a good cock... it would...
Oh... dooos... I can't take it anymore! she exclaimed, rubbing her clitoris energetically. Finish on my face... give me the cumshot.
To her boyfriend she would have never asked something like that. He wasn't capable of waking up the slut that lived very deep inside Alina.
Are you going to take her?
If... give her...
Marcos pulled out the cock from that ass and contemplated how stretched it had become. He felt proud of his work. The most important thing was missing: crowning it.
That blonde angelic woman got down on her knees in front of him and smiled with her mouth open, just like she did when she saw the cock for the first time. He masturbated eagerly. Suddenly his cock started spitting powerful jets of semen that fell all over Alina's face, she received each discharge without closing her mouth. She swallowed everything that fell onto her tongue and let the rest flow down her beautiful face.
Now you're more beautiful than ever -- assured Marcos.
―Thanks ―she said, with genuine joy.
What did you do...? Why did you ask for that...
―Isn't it obvious? ―Marcos asked―. Because the very slut was dying to get a good screw. As I said before: there are princesses who, in reality, are very whores.
―Alina ―insisted Santiago―. Are you going to let this guy treat you like that?
―Sorry love... but I have to admit that in part he is right. His cock pleased me a lot. More than I imagined. And... oh... it heated me up feeling like a slut. It was the best screw of my life.
Still hard, just in case...
Yes, I want.
She stood up and turned her back on Marcos, lifted her buttocks and retreated, so that the cock would go all the way in again through her asshole. She took advantage of that incredible moment of morbo to masturbate. Her face was full of semen and she felt like the most slutty one of all.
Mmmm... I can't believe this cock is so yummy -- it moved, causing its buttocks to collide with Marcos' pelvis, I could feel the cock all the way down to my core --. It drives me crazy.
―Are you really going to marry someone who can't even get it up like that?
Mmmm... I don't believe it. Or rather, life is too short. You have to enjoy a little. God... what's tasty... yes, like that. Uff... give me more intense... mmm...
―Alina... please...
I don't want to spend my whole life married to a man who doesn't satisfy me in bed.
It seems to me that you don't want to reserve the hall anymore -- said Marcos.
No, it's not going to be necessary anymore she said, enjoying her first real experience with anal sex to the fullest. I prefer to be free and... ah... and have them break my ass well. What a treat! Give me more! More more!
And Marcos gave it to her. He gave it to her hard and straight.
―love... what do you say? I...
―Sorry, Santi... but we're going to have to cancel the wedding. Marcos is right, I don't want to be tied down to a single man. Now it's clear: I'm too beautiful to be chained to a guy who doesn't fuck me well. Do you get it? ―She looked at him with a face full of semen and vicious slut eyes―. I'm really good, dude. I'm precious. Can you imagine the number of guys who are going to want to screw me? I could choose the hottest ones that please me most. The biggest ones! I could spend my life screwing like this... uf... god, I'm going crazy. What a delight! I don't want to be your princess, Santiago. I want to be a slut! A very slut!
She started to moan very loudly, Marcos was giving her with fury. While the semen continued to drizzle on her face, she masturbated so intensely that she had a strong orgasm. She screamed, moaned and shook, while the cock buried itself in her ass.
Oh yeah... I love the cock! Tear it up, I love it!
There it was when Santiago knew he had lost her forever. His sweet girlfriend had fallen prey to the plague and lust, and he couldn't do anything to reverse it.
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From Princess to slut.
When Marcos saw that blonde with blue eyes walk in, he remembered his mother's wake where the repairman had tried to fix things. The very damned one gave him a powerful kick, a spark that left him with his hair standing on end and his heart racing wild. That beauty, with a simple but elegant stride, without haughtiness, caused the same effect. It was a sudden blow like that electric shock.
Was he seeing an angel or a Greek goddess? The sunlight, which was streaming in through the large windows of the salon, was chasing after this precious nymph; her golden hair shone. Marcos felt the imperative need to kiss those delicate lips. He considers himself attractive and spends enough time at the gym to be in good shape if he sets his mind to it, maybe he'll have a chance.
Her dreams began to fade when she saw a man approaching that princess. He seemed to be around twenty years old, just like her. Marcos wanted to believe that this guy was a brother or some cousin... but he took her by the hands and gave her a warm kiss on the mouth. The happy couple walked into the salon where Marcos was, and she looked slightly flushed, making her even more beautiful. Marcos' chest constricted when his nymph smiled.
Hello, I'm Alina. He is my boyfriend, Santiago.
―Alina? I didn't know angels had such lovely names ―said Marcos, with a smile that showed security; but without losing the touch of professionalism required in this business.
To Santiago, the flirtation didn't please him much, he furrowed his brow and was about to complain when he heard his girlfriend's giggles.
―Many thanks ―she replied, the flush on her cheeks becoming even more intense―. They told us we had to talk to you to rent the hall. ―She pointed to the entire space around her, it was immense and practically empty, except for a sector where there were tables with different decorations.
This is it. My name is Marcos. I'm in charge of the room reservations. And can I ask what kind of event you have in mind?
A marriage --said Alina, bent her head to hide the smile of happiness that was drawn on her lips--. Santiago and I are getting married soon.
―Are you going to get married so young? ―The question was directed at Alina, as if her boyfriend wasn't there. This was her first slip outside of professional etiquette. She knew very well that when dealing with couples, she should address the man. For a simple reason: so they wouldn't think she was flirting with the girlfriend...―I hope you're very sure about that, especially considering how beautiful you are.
What's that got to do with anything? Alina didn't understand why suddenly Marcos was so worried about his personal life.
It has a lot to do with it. Being so beautiful you could get any partner you want. You could even change partners as many times as you please, offers would never run out. Never thought about living life without being tied down and having sex with whoever you want, whenever you want?
Hey, skinny -- interrupted Santiago --. It seems to me that you're going overboard...
Santiago, said Alina, without raising the tone of her voice, I don't need you to defend me, I can do it myself.
I like that - assured Marcos -, an independent girl, who doesn't do everything the husband tells her. I saw many beautiful girls like you, subjected to a sad and bitter life, for having married a jerk who can't satisfy them sexually.
―Hey! ―Santiago exclaimed, red with rage―. What the hell is wrong with you, skinny guy?
However, Marcos didn't even look at it, he remained firm, gazing fixedly at those precious blue eyes.
―Are you very sure you want to spend the rest of your life tied down to this type?
―Yes ―Alina replied without hesitation―. Because I love him. He makes me happy. He treats me like a princess.
In bed too? Because I know many 'princesses' who prefer to be treated like whores in bed.
Who did you tell...
I'm not some slut!
Santiago fell mute upon hearing his girlfriend's exclamation. She had a character so docile that she never raised her voice. Alina was red with fury.
How do you know? Did you get with some other guy besides this one?
―Skinny, you're pissing me off ―Santiago pointed at him with his finger, threateningly―. We're going to end badly. Do you want me to call the police?
But Marcos ignored him. He kept his gaze fixed on Alina's impressive blue eyes. Then he added:
―Is your boyfriend's cock really that big? That's the only way I could understand why a girl as beautiful as you would consider marrying someone like this. If at least he's going to screw well with a good piece of cock... okay, I get it. And I respect that. But if he's small, you're making the biggest mistake of your life.
Alina pursed her lips and looked away. Santiago remained speechless, unable to believe that kind of guy was so impertinent. He had received hurtful comments before, it wasn't the first time someone implied Alina was far from 'his level'; but Marcos said it with brutal frankness. He looked at his girlfriend and waited for her to defend him.
It doesn't matter how big it is, said Alina, clearly embarrassed. I love Santiago because he's very affectionate with me.
So your boyfriend has her small. Ever tried a good cock? A good one seriously. Did you sleep with someone who really knows how to get it up? Someone who gives you everything for long minutes.
I was only with Santiago -- she furrowed her brow, feeling obligated to recount details of her intimate life.
Then I suggest you try some good cock before getting married. You might change your mind. You could even avoid the divorce process. And don't take it as an attack, Alina. I'm telling you this because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. You'll never lack offers from lovers. You could lead a very active sexual life and enjoy all sorts of massages in different sizes and colors.
―And what makes you think I want that kind of life? Besides, I don't need to test any dicks to be sure, I want to marry him because I love him. Sex isn't that important in a relationship.
Santiago's heart was filled with joy. He could show himself violent and angry with that impertinent guy; but it wouldn't change much. What mattered most were his girlfriend's responses. He is aware of Alina's beauty, but he didn't choose her as a partner just because of that. He fell in love with her sweetness, her kindness. He loves that Alina doesn't lead a wild life, not even going out to dance with friends. She only wants to be quiet. She never wears provocative clothes and is embarrassed if a man looks at her lustfully. Alina isn't chasing after bras.
―Are you sure? ―Marcos insisted―. Because I saw more than one girl with a saintly face, who ultimately turned out to be tremendous whores. You should try a good cock...
―I'm not like that! And I already told you I won't try anything.
―Why? Are you afraid that you'll like a cock that isn't your boyfriend's? Are you afraid I'm right? Because I'm sure if you try a good cock, you won't want to get married.
You're saying nonsense, Alina snapped. Look if I'm going to leave the man I love just to try a good cock.
―See? By saying 'try a good cock' you're assuming your boyfriend's isn't. ―Alina froze, she hadn't measured her words well―. With that mouth, you should make very good blowjobs.
You're already gone, numbskull - Santiago's words echoed in the large room of the salon and were completely ignored.
I don't do those things -- she returned to her angry and offended attitude --. And even if I did, that wouldn't change my opinion about my boyfriend.
Santiago was hurt by the turn the conversation had taken, but at least his girlfriend was still defending him with vehemence.
If you want I can offer myself as a volunteer to test a good piece of meat -- said Marcos, grabbing the package, which had grown considerably.
You have too much confidence, unhappy one -- said Alina, unable to tear her eyes away from that package.
―You're the one with too much confidence, dear ―Marcos looked at her with a sneering smile―. You think you'll always be the 'faithful wife', and in two or three years you'll regret having gotten married because you won't be able to try new things. I told you that offers wouldn't lack, and here's another one ―he grabbed his package again, already hard inside his pants―. Give it a little suck and you'll discover a new world.
Pff... you're an idiot -- Alina crossed her arms --. Do you think I'm going to go crazy for giving your cock a blow job?
It could be... and I assure you that mine is bigger than your boyfriend's.
Santiago's face filled with colors; but he didn't want to intervene, he trusted Alina. She would put that idiot in his place.
You're a jerk.
I think you're scared -- provoked Marcos.
Is he afraid of a penis? Why would he be afraid of it?
It may please you. And a lot.
―Ah! How ridiculous you are. Do you know what? ―said Alina―. Let's try it ―Santiago almost dislocated his jaw. He felt his legs weakening. Had he heard correctly?
―Do you want to try her? ―Asked Marcos.
Come on, let's see if you're so 'tough guy' now. I'll show you that a cock isn't worth much. Something as insignificant won't make me change my opinion about my boyfriend. I love him and will keep loving him.
It's fine -- Marcos was about to jump for joy. That little beauty was willing to suck his cock. Still, he kept calm.-- Kneel down and show me how good you are at blowing... I'm sure you have a natural talent for sucking it.
Alina looked at her boyfriend as if she was saying: 'Don't worry, love, I'm going to take care of this jerk soon'. Defiantly, she got down on her knees in front of Marcos.
What? Stop, love! What are you doing? -- Santiago didn't know what to say, his brain was collapsing. His girlfriend wasn't capable of doing something like that.
Stay calm, love - said Alina, confidently - Nothing's going to happen... I'll show this miserable guy that a little blow job won't change my life.
But... how a little blow job? Are you really going to suck it? Are you going to cheat on me with him?
I'm going to suck it, but dimwit... I'm not deceiving you. If you're here... you know very well why I do it. It's to show how much I love you. This is for you, Santi.
Her boyfriend wanted to tell her that she didn't need such a test of love, but Marcos interrupted him.
Okay, fewer words and more shots.
He pulled out the cock, already erect, and placed it on Alina's soft lips. The change in attitude in the girl was drastic and unexpected, even for Marcos himself. She went from being angry to smiling, with her mouth agape. Her entire face lit up with joy and surprise. At all times she held his gaze, staring at Marcos, who fell prey to those deep blue eyes that radiated a glow of contained lust.
Alina was not used to watching porn and in her meager sexual experience only knew the cock of her boyfriend. She thought that the size difference would be almost imperceptible. But it wasn't... she became dazed as soon as she saw that erect cock in all its splendor. It was much bigger than Santiago's. It was like seeing a monument to male virility.
The boyfriend (who was already sensing his first horns) couldn't believe that his girlfriend was smiling in that way in front of Marcos' member, as if she had taken a pleasant surprise.
To have her cock ringing its lips made her think she had gone too far; but Alina considered herself a woman of her word, she wouldn't back down now; it was already too late. Besides, even if the size had surprised her, she still thought that wouldn't change anything.
With a trembling hand she grasped Marcos' penis and her vulva moistened as she became aware of that rigidity, symbol of masculine virility. She didn't remember Santiago ever having it so hard. She didn't understand the reaction of her vulva. She felt betrayed by it.
Alina had never practiced oral sex, not even with her boyfriend. He never asked for it, so as not to disrespect her, and she preferred it that way. However, she promised to suck Marcos' cock and was willing to do it. Although she didn't know how. Her mouth was already open, the next step was to give permission to her tongue to get into action.
With timidity, she licked the glans tip, and to her surprise, this caused every erogenous zone of her body to vibrate.
Love, please, don't do it -- begged Santiago, pathetically.
Alina didn't even listen to it, she kept staring fixedly at Marcos' eyes. She swallowed most of the cock (as much as she could) and trusted her feminine instinct. She moved her head from front to back and repeated the gesture over and over again. She pressed her lips together and was forced to move her tongue a lot; something Marcos appreciated.
That sweet little angel had talent for a blow job. Although this was her first time, she was already discovering some very interesting tricks.
He was drinking slowly, like a puppy that doesn't dare to enter a house; but he smells food and is hungry. He went getting more and more courageous little by little, with timidity. He kept looking at Marcos all the time, as if he were asking: 'Am I doing it right?'
Marcos moved his pelvis slightly, encouraging her to swallow more. She began to suck the cock at a constant rhythm. Her boyfriend couldn't believe what he was seeing. He never imagined that his sweet little flower could swallow cock like that. Not Alina... she was incapable.
But there it was, the pretty blonde girl moving her head faster and faster, discovering how to put more of that big cock in her mouth. She knew she wouldn't be able to swallow it all and this generated another involuntary reaction in her vagina. She caressed Marcos' testicles. They were much bigger than her boyfriend's and seemed pleasant to her. As if she couldn't believe men could have such balls. Santiago's looked more like two prunes. Marcos' were like bags. They hung in front of her eyes. She hadn't realized it, but while concentrating on caressing the testicles, she sucked the cock with more emphasis than before. Marcos also accelerated his pelvic movement.
During minutes that seemed eternal, Santiago gazed horrified as his future wife blew the cock to a complete stranger. And she blew it well blown. He swallowed cock like it was a championship.
I see you wanking with a lot of eagerness - said Marcos -. You like my cock.
Mmm... she's lovely. Bigger than I imagined.
The heart of Santiago stopped for a second upon hearing that.
―Are you already thinking of leaving your boyfriend?
No, idiot -- Alina laughed, the situation seemed to amuse her more than bother her --. I told you that sucking a cock wouldn't change my opinion. It's... interesting. I admit it. But I love my future husband very much.
That calmed Santiago down a bit, but he still had his heart in a fist. He would never have imagined that his sweet Alina would be capable of doing something like that.
I can make you change your mind... if I stick it up your pussy.
―No, that's not it! ―Santiago exclaimed.
But Alina didn't listen.
What an impertinent one. Do you really think I'll let you screw me?
That's it!
Okay, because I'm going to show you what a good cock is capable of doing.
You're too self-centered, she said to Marcos. A simple penetration won't drive me crazy.
―Are you willing to prove I'm wrong?
You wish you had already - replied, defiantly.
―Alina, please...
―Do you have fear?
―Is it from your cock? No, not even a little bit ―it swallowed it again to emphasize her words. She took it all the way down her throat and pulled it out slowly. She removed it from her mouth giving a strong suck on the glans. Marcos was so shocked that he almost came, luckily he managed to hold back―. See? I'm not afraid. But I'm not as crazy as you think. You want to screw me. But you won't succeed. My pussy isn't yours. It's my boyfriend's... my future husband's.
Santiago felt moved by his girlfriend's words in a new act of silliness. Although he had to see her swallow that big member again. He repeated the whole action: all the way down the throat, he held it there for a few seconds and pulled it out very slowly from his mouth. Too slow. And this time he didn't give the glans a blow job. He gave two... then three... and four...
―Alina...
And swallowed it all.
―Hmm... I think that's enough already. You've made your point.
Nobody listened to him.
It's okay, I admit it, Marcos said, as if Santiago weren't there. I thought you'd beg me to put all the cock in, but that didn't happen. Alina smiled with the glans still in her mouth. This melted him from inside out. Those piercing blue eyes were getting into his chest like sharp fragments of glass. At least, can you show it to me? I want to see what I'm missing.
Don't do it love...
However she was already removing her pants. With a triumphant air, she took it off along with the thong. Without prior play, without a hint of shame. She undressed from the waist down. Santiago's heart froze. Alina turned around, ending up on all fours. Marcos remained amazed. Perfect buttocks, and a pair of completely shaved vaginal lips, carved in marble.
―You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen in my life.
―Thanks... I suppose.
Your boyfriend is a very lucky guy. You don't imagine how many men would die of desire to get into that pussy.
You're exaggerating -- Alina let out a giggle --. I'm not that pretty.
Marcos realized that she was speaking seriously. For some incomprehensible reason, he doesn't self-identify as the beauty that he really is.
I'm saying it very seriously. Thanks for showing it to me.
I'm showing it to you just so you can see what you're missing out on because you're being so rude.
Would you have agreed if I had asked in a different way?
―Of course not! ―Santiago got upset.
Maybe —said Alina.
Her boyfriend froze, as if he had received an electric shock.
It's a shame. Maybe I didn't express myself in the best way - said Marcos -. I just wanted to give you the opportunity to feel like a slut, at least once in your life.
―Who's telling you I want to feel like a slut?
I don't know -she shrugged-. Instinct. I see it in the sparkle of your eyes. You're about to get married and you only slept with one man. A man who always treated you like a princess. I suppose that's fine for many women. But you... I don't know. You're too beautiful.
What a superficial person you are. Do you think all beautiful women want to be treated like whores?
No, of course not. There are some who don't like it. And probably they know because someone treated them that way and didn't like it. But you... you only tried one man and already think he's the right one for the rest of your life. ―Alina listened attentively on her feet in front of him. She made no attempt to raise her pants, her perfectly depilated vagina remaining visible. Marcos was dying to possess her―. I thought you wanted to try something different. I think it's not bad for a woman to feel like a slut in bed sometimes. I mean slut in the good sense, not pejoratively.
Mmmm... I hadn't thought of it that way.
―Love, there's nothing to think about ―Said Santiago, he was ignored again―. You are my princess. Don't let...
It's fine -- Alina's words were like a stab in the chest of Santiago --. Show me. How is it to feel like a slut?
―Really? But... look, you also have to put in your own effort. You have to show an attitude... um... how do I say it?
―Is she a slut? ―Asked Alina.
Well, yes. That's it. And I say... it's just once. If you really love your boyfriend so much, I don't think you'll cancel the wedding over this. On the contrary, you'll do it even more convinced.
Very true.
Love, please, I...
Stay calm, Santiago. As he well said: it's not going to make me change my mind just once. I love you very much... and with this, I'm going to prove it.
Alina got down on all fours on the floor in front of her fiancé's astonished gaze. Marcos didn't want to give her time to regret it, she was already fully immersed in the game, and he wouldn't miss the opportunity. He adjusted his cock and upon making contact with the vagina realized that he wouldn't need extra lubricant; she was completely soaked.
How did you get wet, slut...
Shut up, jerk... she said, letting out a giggle.
Mark also laughed.
―See? That's what this is about.
Yes, I'm starting to understand. Although... I don't know, it feels weird that they call me a 'slut'
―Do you mind? ―He asked, rubbing his glans against her pussy.
Now I don't mind it because I gave you permission to do it. Are you going to screw me over?
―Only when you ask me for it, slut.
Alina let out another nervous giggle. She felt a surge of pleasure coursing through her entire body.
It's fine. Put it in me. Put all the cock in me.
―No, that's enough! ―Santiago reacted―. Please, my life... what are you doing?
Stay calm, Santi - Alina spoke calmly -. I already told you, I do this to show you how much I love you, so you'll be sure of what I feel for you the day we get married.
Santiago wanted to tell him he didn't need this kind of demonstration of love; but it was already too late. The cock was entering and Alina bit her lower lip.
Oh, slow down! You've got it too big.
The cock began to enter her delicate pussy.
I told you my one was bigger. Do you want to know what it feels like when they give you a good cock?
Yes. I want to know how a good cock feels. Give it all.
―Please, Alina! Don't say those things! ―Santiago exclaimed, with tearful eyes.
Ay, love. I don't mean it seriously. It's all part of the game. Don't you understand? I'm supposed to behave like a slut.
It comes out very naturally.
Another giggle, this time was more luxurious.
I do my best.
Pushed towards the bottom with a light but constant pressure, the cock slid completely inside the pussy.
Oh no, please! Exclaimed Alina, releasing a powerful moan. How delicious!
She didn't expect penetration to be so pleasurable. Her entire body began to vibrate in a way never experienced before.
The pumping was fast from the start, that made Alina feel a bit of pain when her pussy was dilating. However, she discovered it was a pleasant pain. Addictive. She wanted more.
―Ugh... yes... give it to me hard. Give it to me hard. My boyfriend never puts it in that hard. Mmmm, what a good cock. It's very yummy. I love it!
Santiago remained mute, he couldn't believe those words were coming out of the mouth of his sweet and beloved princess.
I'm going to tear your beautiful pussy, slut.
Marcos grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back with force, forcing her to lift her head.
Ah, yes! Break me all!
And Marcos started to give it harder. His movements were constant, had power, firmness. They didn't resemble anything in Santiago's hesitant and weak charges.
For a moment, when seeing the suffering on the face of her fiancé, Alina regained composure. She wanted to ask Marcos to stop, she had already made her point; however, the words did not leave her mouth, they were stifled by a moaning laden with morbidness.
He glanced sideways at Santiago and knew he had committed a grave mistake by coming so far. He was pale, as if life were about to leave his body; she had never felt so full of life before. His chest pounded in time with the penetrations, which were becoming increasingly rapid. Marcos was enjoying it just as much as she and didn't intend to stop.
―Alina, please...
No big deal, love... wanted to repress a whimper but it was impossible. No big deal... I love you... I love you ahhh... Oh, yes... yes! Take me all! Take me hard! God... what's tasty!
―Skinny ―interrupted Marcos―. Don't you realize she's just looking for an excuse to try a good blowjob?
It's not true -- said the couple in unison.
―Is that so? Then why is this slut moving around so much?
Alina realized that Marcos was no longer moving, it was she, with an erotic dance of hips, who was forcing the penetrations. She wanted to stop, but her body wasn't responding.
It's liking you, slut...
Mmm... yes, I like it - she admitted; for Santiago these words were like receiving another stab, this time from behind-. That doesn't prove anything... it feels tasty, it's very big... but I'm not going to leave my boyfriend because of that.
I think you're already considering that.
Marcos pulled hard on her hair and started to take her with enthusiasm, Alina's continuous moans echoed in the large party hall. Santiago, the only witness, watched in awe as that guy filled his future wife's pussy with cock.
She had never felt her sex so full. The roughness of Marcos drove her crazy. The way he put his hand under the blouse and squeezed a breast made her vibrate. Santiago never took those risks.
Do you like it, slut?
Oh, yeah... yeah... and it gets me hot when you tell me 'slut'.
He regretted saying that; but it was true. For some reason I couldn't understand, it was making me extremely hot.
That's because deep down you're a slut.
Mmmm… uff… I don't know… ahhh... ahhh... maybe a little.
No, it can't be -- thought Santiago --. Alina is not any slut. Not even a little bit.
But there she was, enjoying like... like a slut. While that guy was pounding her pussy, she wouldn't stop moaning.
―Do you feel like trying something else? ―Asked Marcos.
What's up?
I want to take this beautiful ass of yours... that's what will drive you crazy. That's when you'll really call off the wedding.
Alina laughed.
―Do you think anal sex is going to change my opinion?
Yes, I'm sure.
You're going to see that I won't... responded defiantly. Come on, put it in. She lowered her head until it was against the floor. She spread her legs and with both hands separated her buttocks. Come on, put it all in... I'm not afraid of you.
You should... because if your ass is still a virgin, this anal sex will make you suffer a lot.
I assure you I can take it.
Marcos used abundant saliva to lubricate his cock and that long-awaited asterisk. When he started applying pressure, he was surprised: his cock began to enter, while Alina purred like a kitten. When the penis reached halfway, he said:
―I think this ass is not a virgin ―Alina let out a sly giggle―. Ahh... slut ... have you guys already done the ass?
No, nothing to do with that, skinny guy. What are you saying?
I say what I feel. This asshole is very open. This asshole is not a virgin. Not even by chance. Look how it enters you ―pushed with force and the cock slid all the way to the bottom―. See? You didn't even scream from pain. What face are you going to put on saying you're a virgin?
Oh, okay. Okay. I don't have a virgin ass.
―What do you say, love? If we never...
It seems to me that it's not the first time this slut is screwing you over, skinny guy.
―Liar! I never gave him horns. Don't listen to it, Santiago. That's a vile lie.
―So why do you have your asshole so open? Do you like having things inserted into it?
―...
Is that so?
―...
―Ahaha! Slutty little minx! You love getting things up your butt!
That other time that 'bad girl' giggle of hers that used to get on Santiago's nerves so much.
I have a comfort object hidden at home - confessed the blonde.
―And do you like putting it up his ass?
―Siiii…. muuuuuchoooo….. I bought it because Santiago doesn't like anal sex. And I do... uf... I love it. When he goes to work, I put the vibrator in my ass. This morning I did it, that's why it's so open.
―Do you really like it up me? ―He asked her again, just to emphasize.
Yes, I love it! But this feels better... your cock feels more yummy.
Marcos was already getting into rhythm with his anal penetrations. He was literally fucking the ass of that beautiful and angelic young lady. He felt like her cock was going to explode at any moment.
―Love... why didn't you tell me you were doing that ―Santiago had a knot in his throat.
Because you once told me that only whores liked it when they got fucked in the ass...
And it seems that your girlfriend is quite a slut, thin one.
―A little bit... ―she said, with that saucy little laugh―. Yes, deep down I'm a little bit of a slut. I admit it. Ugh, yes... how tasty. I didn't know sex with a real cock felt so tasty. Give it to me hard, Marcos. Give it all to her. Break my ass. Come on, Marcos... give it to me strong.
He got like a crazy goat. It was the first time he asked him to screw saying his name. He was asking it specifically from him. He held her with force of hair and gave it hard up the ass.
Alina accompanied Marcos' movements, letting herself be carried away by a wild sexual frenzy that she had never lived before, not even on those nights she spent hidden in the bathroom, masturbating and inserting the dildo into her anus. Because the dildo was wide, but not as wide as Marcos' cock. That guy, whom she didn't know anything about, was fulfilling her greatest sexual fantasy: being taken from behind.
And there was another... I could ask for it, but no... that would be too much. I had already gone very far, she had treated her boyfriend very badly. Asking them to fulfill that other fantasy would be acknowledging that Marcos was right; it would be like admitting I'd gone crazy over a good cock... it would...
Oh... dooos... I can't take it anymore! she exclaimed, rubbing her clitoris energetically. Finish on my face... give me the cumshot.
To her boyfriend she would have never asked something like that. He wasn't capable of waking up the slut that lived very deep inside Alina.
Are you going to take her?
If... give her...
Marcos pulled out the cock from that ass and contemplated how stretched it had become. He felt proud of his work. The most important thing was missing: crowning it.
That blonde angelic woman got down on her knees in front of him and smiled with her mouth open, just like she did when she saw the cock for the first time. He masturbated eagerly. Suddenly his cock started spitting powerful jets of semen that fell all over Alina's face, she received each discharge without closing her mouth. She swallowed everything that fell onto her tongue and let the rest flow down her beautiful face.
Now you're more beautiful than ever -- assured Marcos.
―Thanks ―she said, with genuine joy.
What did you do...? Why did you ask for that...
―Isn't it obvious? ―Marcos asked―. Because the very slut was dying to get a good screw. As I said before: there are princesses who, in reality, are very whores.
―Alina ―insisted Santiago―. Are you going to let this guy treat you like that?
―Sorry love... but I have to admit that in part he is right. His cock pleased me a lot. More than I imagined. And... oh... it heated me up feeling like a slut. It was the best screw of my life.
Still hard, just in case...
Yes, I want.
She stood up and turned her back on Marcos, lifted her buttocks and retreated, so that the cock would go all the way in again through her asshole. She took advantage of that incredible moment of morbo to masturbate. Her face was full of semen and she felt like the most slutty one of all.
Mmmm... I can't believe this cock is so yummy -- it moved, causing its buttocks to collide with Marcos' pelvis, I could feel the cock all the way down to my core --. It drives me crazy.
―Are you really going to marry someone who can't even get it up like that?
Mmmm... I don't believe it. Or rather, life is too short. You have to enjoy a little. God... what's tasty... yes, like that. Uff... give me more intense... mmm...
―Alina... please...
I don't want to spend my whole life married to a man who doesn't satisfy me in bed.
It seems to me that you don't want to reserve the hall anymore -- said Marcos.
No, it's not going to be necessary anymore she said, enjoying her first real experience with anal sex to the fullest. I prefer to be free and... ah... and have them break my ass well. What a treat! Give me more! More more!
And Marcos gave it to her. He gave it to her hard and straight.
―love... what do you say? I...
―Sorry, Santi... but we're going to have to cancel the wedding. Marcos is right, I don't want to be tied down to a single man. Now it's clear: I'm too beautiful to be chained to a guy who doesn't fuck me well. Do you get it? ―She looked at him with a face full of semen and vicious slut eyes―. I'm really good, dude. I'm precious. Can you imagine the number of guys who are going to want to screw me? I could choose the hottest ones that please me most. The biggest ones! I could spend my life screwing like this... uf... god, I'm going crazy. What a delight! I don't want to be your princess, Santiago. I want to be a slut! A very slut!
She started to moan very loudly, Marcos was giving her with fury. While the semen continued to drizzle on her face, she masturbated so intensely that she had a strong orgasm. She screamed, moaned and shook, while the cock buried itself in her ass.
Oh yeah... I love the cock! Tear it up, I love it!
There it was when Santiago knew he had lost her forever. His sweet girlfriend had fallen prey to the plague and lust, and he couldn't do anything to reverse it.
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