I am Cristina; I am 23 years old and have been married for two years to an amazing man. With Pablo we met a long time ago when he was studying Architecture at the University and I was studying at a modeling school. Newlyweds, we decided to move out and live where our wallet allowed us. I come from a family of good economic level, just like Pablo. But when we decided to get married, he had just graduated and I was about to graduate, so we proposed starting from scratch and without any help from our families. That's how we started our lives in a common neighborhood in the city, where there were both beautiful houses and not-so-beautiful ones, and the variety of these also applied to the people who lived there. We didn't socialize much with our neighbors, even Pablo didn't get along well with our neighbor next door; he said I looked at him quite often and it wasn't even subtle like others; but more than one encounter had been had over such nonsense. In my opinion, Don Tito, our neighbor who is in his fifties with a beer belly and an ogre-like face, never had the opportunity to observe so closely a woman as attractive when he said this to my husband, it relaxed him and he would give me a smile. Plus, Doña Raquel, the old man's wife, was a very loving lady who entertained me by talking with her when she came to ask for something from time to time; so I would ask Pablo not to be so unfriendly with our neighbors next door. On the other hand, and to tell the truth, our intimacy was quite relaxed; on my part, I had never been in bed with another man except Pablo and he, although with much more experience, treated me with great respect; who knows? Maybe he didn't want to make me feel uncomfortable. In a certain way, I knew I wasn't fulfilled in bed, but I denied it to myself. Well, I think this little introduction will give you an idea of how my life was; in pretty normal guy and because of that, if they had told me what was going to happen I would never have believed it. Everything started about six months ago. As I already said, sex life with Pablo wasn't very good; what I mean is that he didn't satisfy me as a man and that made me feel unfulfilled as a woman. Every time I felt more needed. Pablo worked at a construction company and they paid him well, while I worked from home dedicated to my exam to get the title of lawyer; we had faith that soon I would graduate and start contributing to get our dream house. One afternoon it was so hot that I put on tight jeans, a quite light blouse, and went out for some refreshments. On the street I noticed that more than one glance was being directed at my ass or breasts in a rather shameless way. The most surprising thing was when I realized I got excited seeing an old man or a young boy looking at my body, I would get wet and couldn't help but walk sensually to provoke more looks. When the bold comments started like look what a great butt or good tits, miss; you look like a breast feeder or do you like getting cocks, my excitement was too much. I got home alone and locked myself in the bathroom to masturbate, and I'm not lying when I say that I had orgasm after orgasm for about an hour, it was great. That day will never be forgotten, it was the memories of those looks and those bold moves by excited men that left me satisfied, my night was quiet and relaxed, I felt good, but it didn't last long. The next morning Pablo wasn't there, he had gone to work, and I was left alone with the memories. It didn't take me long to put on the same jeans and an even tighter blouse and go out for a walk, just to walk, observe, and listen. The coarse comments didn't take long to appear and what happened the day before happened again. The next day I went out again, and the next one, and the next one. I started doing more... exercise to see myself better, I should buy more colorful makeup and even practice the most sensual ways of walking. Definitely I was happy with my new hobby, I realized that the glances and especially the words of those strangers on the street filled me with eroticism, made me feel like a woman, and in a neighborhood like this it wasn't hard to find someone who would look at me shamelessly and say something dirty, even the difference in social status provoked crazy ideas that resulted in excitement, I was like a BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS among hungry and desiring plebeians for FRESH MEAT... dirty and badly smelling plebeians desiring my FLESH. One day when I was very excited; it was Wednesday, yes, I remember. That morning especially I was very restless, and thought that this outing had to be special. I put on a skirt up to mid-thigh, quite light so that the shape of my buttocks would stand out, bare because my small thong had already been absorbed by them; only an undershirt pressed my breasts where my erect and hard nipples were noticeable; left my waist open and sandals with heels completed my incredible outfit. I went out of the house determined to catch the attention of any man who crossed my path. I walked a lot that day and listened to many dirty comments. After having left the house, I crossed Central Park and an old scoundrel was sitting on a bench. From when I saw him from afar I knew he was going to say something strong, even felt a certain emotion as I approached with my coquettish walk better rehearsed. I walked past him and listened to him, it's unforgettable in my memory, he said to me with a hoarse voice and almost malevolent Let me lick your pussy, slut. I felt a real electric charge run through my body, I felt myself soaked from one instant to another, it was like an instantaneous orgasm. I stopped for a second and then as I could keep walking, scared, excited and above all excited. Never had anyone called me that before Soon everything was so clear, that's how I liked to feel; dirty, provocative, raunchy! All a slut! In those moments I only wanted to be at home, I needed to masturbate. I realized I had walked a lot, I was far away and felt anxious. I decided to take the bus, I headed towards the nearest stop and got on the first one going south. When I arrived home I went straight to the bathroom, turned on the water for a bath. I planned to stay there for about two hours; touching myself, exciting myself, self-satisfying. I was desperate and anxious let me lick your pussy! Slut! echoed in my head and gave me shivers. The tub was almost full and I was about to close the bathroom door when the doorbell rang, damn, who could it be? I thought. I hadn't decided yet whether to answer the door or not when they knocked again. I closed the bathtub lock and went to see who it was, didn't want anything to distract me and some clown knocking insistently on the door would clearly distract me. I opened the door and oh, there he was, Don Tito, our neighbor. As soon as I opened the door his gaze fixed on my breasts, that excited me, I can't deny it. First he apologized for the disturbance and then scanned my body with his eyes asking for a little sugar, which didn't surprise me since they always ask for something, but usually it's Doña Raquel who asks for sugar so I asked about her. He told me in a joking tone that she was sick and that's why he was bothering me. I took a moment to observe how he devoured me with his eyes, I liked the way he looked at me, it excited me. I asked him to come in and join me while I filled the cup he had brought for the sugar. I walked towards the kitchen knowing he was following me without taking his eyes off my intentionally swayed behind; on the way I understood why he was looking at me like that, I had splashed bathwater onto my blouse and it was stuck to my breasts, my nipples almost naked for the old man's delight. A moment the impression it could give him, maybe I'd comment on it with Pablo or think I'm a provocateur, this last one excites me and the problems I could have with my husband didn't matter to me; they seemed very far away; my excitement was asking me to play with Don Tito, I wanted to see him wanting me, I shivered thinking I was alone in the house with an old green guy who only wanted to try my body. Instinctively my booty stood up, my shoulders went back and my walk became exquisitely sexy but casual at the same time. When we got to the kitchen, I bent at a right angle to get the sugar from the cabinet below, I delayed simulating that I didn't find it; when I finally found it I turned around and could see the old guy straightening up. Almost went crazy thinking that old man had seen my ass. Looked at his pants and realized his erection, he noticed me looking at his bulge but didn't say anything like I didn't say anything when I surprised him looking under my skirt. I was going crazy, I was very nervous, but not in a common way, rather the kind of nervousness that only extreme excitement can cause. I asked him to bring the container he had, he came over and put it on the cabinets; I started filling the cup, but slowly, I wanted that moment to last as long as possible. His eyes reached my neck level, he was thirty centimeters away from me and looking at me brazenly at my almost naked breasts, his... no, I can't call what I saw excitement, it was heat; that old guy wanted to eat my nipples and I knew it and it excited me even more that I was showing them to him, I was a slut heating up an old green guy. I finished filling the sugar cup and turned around giving him my back, closed my eyes and sighed without him seeing me; I stayed against the kitchen cabinets pretending to order something. I was aware he was looking at me from behind and not knowing where his gaze was planted generated too provocative ideas for me. – Do you know? Cristina, you have beautiful legs─ said Don Tito, I froze. ─I hope it doesn't bother you that I say so. ─No─ I replied, standing still, I suppose I looked a bit submissive because he went on. ─And that waist, are you going to the gym?. I nodded with my head, if I had responded with a yes it would have sounded more like a moan than a word. ─And that Booty, excuse me for saying so, but this is fantastic─ I felt him take a step towards me and then softly place his hands on my waist ─Guauu...and your skin is as soft as silk. ─Thank you, Don Tito─ I said nervously. His hands started moving smoothly over my hips. The fact of being in those conditions, with an old man looking at me shamelessly and at the same time touching and feeling my skin, only increased my excitement; I limited myself to listening to him and trying to hide my state as best possible. ─You have a great body, and you've been showing it off lately...you should be careful, something could happen...and people will call you all sorts of names on the street─ he said near my ear. He leaned his bulk against my backside, I could feel his excitement over my buttocks, a palpable excitement. The damn man was leaning and shamelessly. I was the woman of his neighbor, of that neighbor who didn't like him much...Damn it, he was an old man taking advantage of me, an old man who could be my father and also was the enemy of my husband. I felt a bulge that wasn't Pablo's and when it was strong enough for me to mutter no, stop my body didn't support me. Even started rubbing my ass against his pants, with my buttocks trying slowly and smoothly to catch that palpating member; it was a subtle movement but I'm sure he felt it. It was obvious he felt it, because he started poking me harder, not much but noticeable. I was making real the dirty desires of that old man and didn't have the strength to stop him from abusing my body. His hands surrounded me smoothly until they trapped my breasts. ─What beautiful Breasts - a whisper in my ear. He referred to my breasts in a coarse manner! That crudeness I used to hear on the street, now they were telling me at my ear. My hands rested firmly on his over mine on my chest. -- Enough, let go of me, Don Tito -- I asked, but my hands tightened against me, my body had no intention of resisting and I understood that I was getting excited; that old man wouldn't listen to me; that his heat would be stronger, I felt desired and abused but above all dead with excitement. He squeezed my breasts with passion; he was squeezing them tightly, whispering in my ear that they were big and firm. He started pinching harder; I had to lean against the kitchen cabinet to not lose my balance, his hands were squeezing my breasts and his body was pressing me against the cabinets, for him to keep his bulge at the height of my buttocks I had to bend my knees slightly. I was out of it, I wasn't stopping thinking about how morbid the situation was; that old man who shared the bed with that old woman Raquel every night, now he had a much younger and better-shaped body for himself, and that body was mine, a married woman; the wife of his impeccable neighbor, and she was letting herself be done just because I'm a slut. He massaged my breasts and pressed his package against my ass for a while. I was crazy, it seemed like I had an orgasm stuck inside me; anyone could say that the little sense I had left was preventing me from giving him the pleasure of triumph to that old damn man; but no, I just wanted this to explode inside me, the idea of feeling dominated by Don Tito made me shiver. The old man placed one hand on the top of my right thigh, slowly raising the skirt until he could caress the skin of my leg, he was caressing me with bravery; I turned around for a moment and saw him watching his movements under my skirt. His face was sickly, it looked like lunatic, his wrinkled face betrayed a morbid pleasure. When he suddenly took the skirt and turned it over my back, the smile of delight he showed when he saw my small inner garment trapped between my round buttocks, instinctively made me stop even more my Booty, showing it in its maximum splendor. ─That's how you should show me your ass─ he commented while planting a strong slap on my backside. His comment, mixed with the strong sound of his slap, made me understand that there was no going back, my excitement was too strong and I couldn't deny it; Don Tito had me in his old and filthy hands. While I continued to admire my backside, he took my buttocks and separated them, placing a thick bulge from his pants on the line of my thong. When he released my buttocks, I felt between them the pulsations of his excited member and buried my Booty under his belly. He took me by the bare hips and pressed his package against me with force, even making out a small groan from him at the same time as one more evident from me. ─Uyyy... move your ass Cristina... show it to us like men like to see it─ he said. I obeyed and moved my Booty as much as I could, starting to move it smoothly from side to side while rubbing against his pant leg. I turned around for an instant; I was excited to see his face, the old man was in ecstasy and the morbidity of the situation had me in ecstasy too. The slaps on my backside started to sound and I felt tickles of pain in my buttocks when he enjoyed hitting them; this pain made me feel more abused; at the mercy of the ogre hungry for human flesh that had trapped me, that ogre who was now going to satisfy his most filthy and degenerate perversions with my body. Don Tito moved his bulge from my Booty, stood next to me, and placed his hand on the lower part of my back. He started caressing my buttocks softly, walking from one cheek to the other, following my thighs and occasionally caressing my inner thigh for About my thong. I stopped moving my butt, lamented a moment the cessation of blows but soon they reappeared and didn't come alone. – What's going on?! I haven't said to stop, keep wiggling your ass slut! – I exclaimed while planting a strong slap. – How did he call me?…uuuyyy…Don Tito…aaahhh….How did he call me?. – I stammered as much as I could, while re-starting the uncontrollable movement of my butt. – Slut... you're nothing but a slut, hot and with a great body... don't worry, I'll screw you, slut... and in your lovely husband's bed. The pain, mixed with the incredible excitement that provoked me for having heard him call me slut, unleashed an orgasm that resulted in strong moans and the tension of my entire body. While enjoying that feeling, the idea that that old man spoke badly of Pablo excited me even more, my first orgasm of the day was long and intense. – AAAhhhhhh, let me go, Don Tito... uuuuyyyy... please – I groaned while receiving strong slaps on my bum. I stayed quiet on the kitchen counter; Don Tito realized I had just had an orgasm and no longer demanded that I move my butt, he limited himself to caressing me or rather manhandling me as I recovered from the exertion. My face was against the wall, my eyes closed, and my strong breathing betrayed my passivity. The old man approached and put his tongue between my lips, played for a moment inside my mouth and then licked my lips and cheek. With one pull, I ripped off my skirt and threw it to the floor; I reacted and moved away from him about a meter. There I was, in front of the neighbor, with a tiny thong, a small wet blouse that clung to my breasts and standing on high heels. He must have seen me as incredible because his smile was sickeningly hot. He started caressing himself in front of me; the idea that that old man was masturbating while looking at my body provoked the return of those tingles that I thought were extinct after the orgasm. – You're doing great, Cristina. If the son of your husband's slut is lucky. –Please don't refer to him like that– He spoke without much conviction. –Ja Ja... How do you want me to call him?... Ah yes, cuck, that's the word, he's a son of a slut cuck–said while zipping up his pants and looking at me with his eyes– I just did whatever I wanted to your beautiful wife, even gave her a nice kiss and now I'm looking at her semi-naked in front of me as I get off a good masturbation... definitely you're very good, look at those legs, they're luxurious!.... Now I want you to walk for me, show me that body... Walk like a slut! Warm me up!. Dude, I didn't like what he had said but it was true; she was a slut, a slut who wanted to keep playing or have others play with her. Forgive me, Pablo, forgive me for not being able to avoid giving myself over like a slut . Walk slowly in front of him. My better-practiced steps showed themselves as I looked at his bulge in his pants; I knew he liked looking at it and I liked exciting him; warming up that old man, an old man who could never dream of a woman like me, was too much for me to provoke. When I passed by him, I didn't miss the opportunity to give myself a slap or fondle my breasts while filling myself with insults calling me slut or slut. I was in heaven. –That's it, Miss Cristina, show this old man what a provocative wife can be... show me how good this son of a slut is... and it's going to be mine!... My body will be yours... isn't that right?.... Isn't that right, Cristina?.... Isn't that right, slut?.... Come on, respond!– The old man crossed my path, took hold of my hips, and looked at me with a satisfied expression interrupted by his face. –Yes... yes, Don Tito... my body will be yours... and it will be as you please–I replied, submissive in front of the advance of his hands, which slipped under my blouse to squeeze my breasts. –Do you like having your tits squeezed?... sluts like you like that. –Yes, Don Tito, I like having my tits squeezed–said Breasts, referring to my own nipples, I liked it. His hands lifted up my blouse to see how he was fondling my breasts... breasts. ─And do you like having them sucked?, Do you want to be my cow?... What beautiful breasts, Cristina, surely your stupid husband likes them too─said while starting to lick my nipples. ─Yes, he really likes them a lot, Don Tito─I replied without taking my eyes off his tongue─he feels proud of being the only one who has kissed them. On hearing this, he squeezed me hard while licking and biting my breasts uncontrollably, Pablo had never kissed me like that before; I felt very desired and dirty at the same time for letting him touch me that way. After a few minutes, he released my breasts to put his hands on my butt, squeezing and caressing it violently. ─And your ass... damn, this is good, you have an ass of a dream slut ...and who's rubbing it is me....aaaaahhhh...and not that faggot of your husband....what a great ass slut ....Do you like having your ass touched slut?. ─I adore being touched on the butt, Don Tito....!uuuuyyyyy!.... I adore warming up old men like you.....aaaaayyyyy... I adore being abused by my bum.....aaaayyyyy no, no it's not right...ay ay, please let me go, Don Tito, please don't abuse me─I said like a scared baby, which only encouraged the old man and he returned with his strong and adorable slaps on my butt. ─What a slut you are, Cristina...a beautiful slut , look at that angelic face...those lips so beautiful...Do you want to be rewarded with a sweet?─The old man started to unbuckle his belt when he changed his mind─come on, slut ...show this old man what you like. It was the moment, until then I hadn't realized how anxious I was about behaving like a true slut ; it was time to do instead of letting myself be done and my excitement was increasing rapidly. ─Go ahead, señorita Cristina, find what the bitches like you enjoy. I assure you that this is very hard; very hard in honor you. Go ahead, suck it, old man... The old man had already realized the morbid effect I had on him when he called me a slut, and he knew how to take advantage of it. I was scared, knowing that it was very different from letting myself be touched and provoking pleasure in another man, especially if it was that old man whom my husband detested, but I was determined to keep playing and the idea of giving myself to Don Tito had me crazy. Letting that old pervert fuck me made me a slut, and that's what I loved, I wanted to be an anxious slut for pleasure... cock. I brought my hands to his pants bulge; the old man sighed with pleasure when I squeezed his package feeling the hardness of his member. He looked at me with a strange face, like a violator mocking his defenseless victim. I could feel a long and thick penis under the fabric, I loved it, that old man was really hot, and he made me feel like a whole woman. Unbuckle his pants and caress him under his underwear, closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of touching that old bar of flesh, one hand grabbed his hairy testicles, which I caressed softly; the other squeezed his mast tightly and started to masturbate it subtly. He saw me distracted and went back to sticking his tongue in my mouth, it seemed like he had gathered saliva to flood my face, it was disgusting but exciting; I returned his kiss like a child letting herself be done with, as if it were my first kiss and then let him lick my face. The skin of his member was smooth due to its rigidity; his glans was wet and stained my hand when I caressed it. The size of his member was larger than Pablo's and that excited me, the idea of that old man giving me more pleasure than my husband did; with his years more, his belly and his ugly face were going to take me like never before my beloved husband had taken me. Don Tito gently guided me towards the kitchen table. I followed him without letting go of his member, already lost, hungry... Now you're going to suck it, slut... you're going to suck cock from your neighbor... When he would make me bend over the table. I leaned against one of its vertices, leaving my head at the height of his member and my Booty in bubbles on the other side. While he was caressing my ass, he started giving me small hits on the face with his cock. ─What do you think, sweetie? Eh slutty, do you like it?─ The incredible slaps on my buttocks began. ─What would your husband say if he saw my cock in your face?...aaaaggghhh...! Come on, open your mouth, slut. My husband has never asked me to suck him off, Don Tito said before unbuttoning the last buttons of his shirt and sensually running my tongue over his hairy belly─ His old cock will be the first I'll savor with my mouth.... You, Don Tito, will be the first to put your cock in my mouth. I couldn't believe what my lips had just pronounced; I knew that would heat up the old man, and I was aware that it heated me up too, but saying it with that mix of innocence and sensuality amazed me. ─Then open your mouth, slut─ he said with his hoarse voice. First, I licked his member with my tongue, he leaned forward to see it under his belly. I ran from the base of his thick cock to his wet gland, it had a sweat flavor with a small essence of urine; I liked it, the old man's heat flavor liked it, I bathed his mast in saliva and his testicles too, that made me sink between his hair to reach his testicles with my tongue, he loved it, I could feel it in the squeezes or slaps on my Booty. When I caught his gland with my lips, each of his hands squeezed the respective buttock he had trapped. ─That's it, slut, suck me... show me what your stupid husband has lost. I started sucking his cock greedily, while my lips ran over it from top to bottom as far as it could enter my mouth, my hand grasped and masturbated what was left outside; my tongue caressed his gland without rest and my Booty shook ceaselessly. Already after a while like that when I started slowing down. ─Come on, slut!─ Keep sucking...keep sucking the cock to this old hot one-I exclaimed while slapping myself hard on my buttocks. Resume my rhythm, my excitement had grown. Treating me like a slut and ordering me to keep going made me more desirable...more of a slut...more raunchy. While sucking, I couldn't help but emit trapped groan sounds in my throat; my heat was noticeable; and it was even more noticeable when the massage on his cock decreased, intending for me to start screaming, insulting, and giving me slaps like a naughty girl who doesn't fulfill her task.
-I'd like to see the son of your husband's slut seeing how I'm sucking him...aaarrgg...the woman's body that has him sucking it to his despicable neighbor...while he's fondling his delicious ass...aaaahhhh...that slut, commit your sweet, reverend slut-said, knowing that I was getting hotter with her insults. I took his delicious device away from me and stood behind me. I grabbed my panties and left them at mid-thigh. He looked at me, staring at my bare buttocks and exposed pubic area. He put his hand on my wet vagina and caressed it, impregnating my scarce hair with my own fluids.
-You're all wet, slut...like a menstruating woman-said while putting the tip of his cock on my vaginal lips. -No, Don Tito, don't insert it...please...don't rape me-I implored, knowing he wouldn't listen; I already said, I love when he doesn't care if I want it or not.
-You're crazy because they're going to screw you...very slut...you think I'm going to leave you like that no more...now you're going to ask me to do it...you're going to ask me to enter you...ask me to make you mine...ask me to possess the body of my neighbor's woman...come on, slut, don't ask me until you beg me to enter you...beg me to make you mine...beg me to possess the body of the woman of my neighbor-I said the old man while rubbing his glans against the entrance of my vagina. He stayed there for a while caressing my buttocks and pubic area with his penis, his slaps still on my buttocks. My excitement dominated me; that old man was fondling me and looking at my naked body except for my blouse. Soaked and couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him to stick it in me. I looked at him again, our gazes met, his wicked smile made me feel dominated and uncontrollably hot. ─Please Don Tito...aaaaayyyyyy...pose me...get rid of Pablo while he's fucking his wife...I want to feel like he's abusing me...uuuuyyyyy...I want to feel his thick cock inside me...please Don Tito, satisfy me and I'll be yours forever...so you can release your pleasure in my body...please Don Tito, calm my heat─ I said looking at him with a suppliant gaze, while I was also caressing my ass and moving it as I knew he liked. The old man waited until I finished my desperate plea; he bent down looking at my excited face while I begged him to stick that cock in me. He stopped looking when he took hold of my hips, located the tip of his member, and with one thrust stuck it all the way in. His thick cock opened up a path inside me like a drill. I let out a ripping scream, the pain and pleasure mixed exquisitely between my legs. He stayed for a moment, with all his flesh inside me; never had I felt anything so deep. I was getting hotter thinking about how he had left me screwed by the old neighbor; the idea was repetitive but I couldn't help getting excited. Suddenly the violent in-and-out started, he had hold of my hips and pushed me towards him with the same force that he was sticking it to me. I could feel his belly on the lower part of my back when he leaned forward to grab my tits; he was on top of me, fucking me savagely. My legs were together, tied by my half-ripped pants to mid-thigh, and my elbows, resting on the table, gave space for him to pleasure my excited breasts. He had me mounted like a slut. ─Aaaaaayyyyyy!...it hurts!......uuuuuyyyyy!......me part!......Don Titooooo!......DON'T STOP!......NO, LEAVE ME ALONE, I CAN'T DO THIS TO PABLO!......DIRTY OLD MAN!...LEAVE ME ALONE!── Shut up, you dirty slut !......I'M JUST... STARTING!……¡IT'S SO TASTY TO BE EATEN!……AAAAARRRRGGGGG…….YOU SAID YOU'D BE MINE IF I PUT IT IN YOU!…..YOU'RE MINE, CRISTINA! TOMORROW WHEN YOUR SLUTTY HUSBAND IS WORKING!….I'LL COME AND EAT YOU AGAIN!!!!!…….AND I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, HEARD YOU, I'LL WAIT FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'LL BE HUNGRY FOR THIS OLD SICKO!─she screamed while hugging me. ─If Don Tito.....aaaayyyyyy....I'll wait for you submissive and compliant.....ready for anything!.....I'll be your slutty.....uuuuyyyyy......Pablo's wife IS GOING TO BE HIS PERRAAAA!…..AAAAHHHHH…….AAAAAHHHHH─ I had my second orgasm, it was long and intense, but didn't leave me satisfied; I left me tired and calmer but not satisfied, I was still hungry. The old man stopped, he didn't take himself out, but stayed quiet standing behind me. He didn't take long to start moving in a soft sway, now I was the one eating his cock. I could feel my buttocks sticking to his groin when my ass clung under his belly. I moved towards the table feeling the friction of his member inside me, then went back and felt his hairy skin on my thighs and buttocks. ─That slut….eat it....show me you like it....show me you love it─the old man said while caressing my back.─Now faster...faster, I told you!─He went back to slapping my butt with his wrinkled hands. He accelerated the rhythm of my movements. He didn't move, I was the one, under the yoke of his blows, devouring his tool between my legs in a frenzied met and out, like a sexy girl pleasing her rider. I knew he loved watching me give him pleasure with his cock, I knew he enjoyed himself while letting me get hit just to keep his tool inside me. The feeling of being his slut; the sound of him insulting me, insulting my husband, had me out of control. My only control was in letting him abuse my body, as long as he kept going, I stayed submissive before him. After a while of enjoying my movements, he suddenly pulled away from me, taking it out and leaving me with a great emptiness between my legs. I turned back to see what he was doing and I got scared when I saw him putting on his pants. --Follow Don Tito...please, keep abusing me--I begged, panting. --I want to keep enjoying you in your bed, where you sleep with your pretty husband--the old man said. --No, please Don Tito, don't humiliate us like this. Please do as you like with me, but don't humiliate us like this! I implored, getting up from the table. --I'm only going to fuck his wife in her own bed and you'll follow me because you're a slut hungry for cock and my cock is coming to your bedroom. And don't delay, or I'll make you cum with what I have saved for you, and I'll pour it on your pillow--he said, pulling out his disheveled body from the kitchen. I put on my thong; my blouse, this time wet from my own sweat, was still stuck to my body. I couldn't believe that old man had left me stranded in the kitchen, saying I wouldn't be able to withstand the desire to follow him. He wanted to humiliate Pablo by fucking me in our marital bed. I picked up my small skirt and thought about putting it on, going to find that damn old man and getting him out of my house. He could get angry and brutally violate me himself; maybe he was shorter and older but still stronger than me. The idea excited me. Then I thought about following him, giving in to his desire for that dirty old man; showing him that if he kept abusing me, I would humiliate my beloved husband in the worst way possible. I realized I liked it, I liked the idea of being submissive to him and surrendering my body in our bed. It excited me, like a junkie afflicted by lack of drugs; I needed cock and I'd go for it no matter what the consequences were. When I entered the room, I felt like a girl attending her first class; I was nervous, anxious, and scared, yet I walked with a sensual and proud stride. He was naked next to the bed, only keeping his old socks on, which apparently he didn't think about taking off. Let them reach you. Go, please Don Tito, this old man who will give you what you deserve - said the miserable old man. I approached him as ordered. With one pull, he detached all the buttons from my blouse and left my breasts free in front of him. He didn't delay in grabbing them between his hands and sucking them like a hungry calf; his hands ran over my backside and enjoyed pulling my thong to tighten it against my intimacy, while his tongue rose towards my neck and then to my face where he even dared to kiss me disgustingly. I got excited. I responded to his disgusting kiss like a vile foxy. For the first time, I felt his hairy and wrinkled skin embracing my body. Already out of control, I gave myself over to him and hugged him around the shoulders, leaving him in charge, with no protection, of all my body. I caressed his neck softly while enjoying myself. I pulled away brusquely, and this time it was my tiny briefs that were torn off me with a strong pull. I took hold of his arm and he dragged me onto the bed, falling back on my side, dominated, given over, excited. He was masturbating slowly, enjoying looking at my body with that sickly grimace that warmed me up so much. - Open your legs, slut, show this old man how you surrender in the bed where you sleep with your husband... and ask him, ask him to take you, to screw you like a slut - said the old man maliciously. I looked at him, knowing he liked seeing me in the eyes when I lastingly asked him to take me, when I asked him like a desperate woman. - Don Titoooo... please... pose me here... on the bed I share with Pablo - I opened my legs slowly, bending my knees and exposing my entire intimacy, offering myself like a slut - Go old man... aaaaah... abuse my body... abuse the body of another man's woman... uuuuuyyyyyy... use it like a slut -. continued, as my hands ran smoothly over my pubic area and my breasts, exposed for him. - Don Tito, come take me... put that yummy cock in me... make me come... go old man... screw the woman of... - Your neighbor...get undressed with me...and Don Tito, get undressed using my body─I closed my eyes and turned my face, with that I immersed myself in the excitement that I had just provoked by saying those words, and let him understand that the exuberant naked body on the bed: the body of the woman of your neighbor's cabron, was mine. Just feel like he was getting onto the bed, for me to start moaning delicately. I felt the tip of his cock in my pussy. As he sank inside me, I felt his belly falling onto my slender stomach and his tongue starting to run along my neck. I wrapped my legs around him, his soft texture reminding me of the difference in age. His hairy and wrinkled skin flattened under the pressure of my thighs. His breathing was heavy and anxious, like a desperate dog. The idea that he would let me enjoy myself by an old man who could be my father, an old fat and ugly one; and besides, he was my husband's enemy, made me incredibly hot. The frantic in-and-out, the fucking I was getting from Don Tito, were tearing out cries of pleasure, my third orgasm didn't take long to arrive. Tired but still devoted to the old man's thrusts, I opened my eyes. The photograph of my wedding on the dresser, with me as a bride and Pablo smiling next to me, was witness to the abuse of my body. My eyes stuck on the photograph, I felt tears welling up in my eyes and running down my cheeks. The tears were for a feeling of guilt, of guilt for not being able to tell that old man no when he was satisfying himself with me. I asked Pablo's forgiveness, pressed my legs tighter around the body of my violator; hugged him; stroked his hairy back; found his panting mouth and kissed it like the hungry woman I was. ─Give me more forcefully...aaaahhhh...give me more forcefully old disgusting one...pierce me harder─I moaned suppliant, stuck to his lips and still with tears running down my cheeks. He realized my sadness which provoked a mocking laugh in him. ─It's too late Cristina...your body is mine now...feel my cock....you're a disgusting slut...summed up To the desires of anyone who wants to give you cock...to anyone who wants to enjoy your body...even this old guy who's got me mounted is torturing me, provoking waves of pleasure. I sat up on his knees, with my legs together and supported by his right shoulder, and continued with strong thrusts, managing to pull out his impressive cock and then bury it deep in one stroke. In that position, with my ass again visible, I was hitting his groin under his belly, and at the reach of his hands, the slaps on my butt were resonating like a whip of pleasure in time with his rhythm...-Take it, slut...Do you like it when they ram it to you?!...aaaarrrrgggg...You're a bad girl who deserves to have your ass destroyed by blows...I was mumbling, holding my legs against his chest...That's a slut! I love seeing your tits bounce...Shout, slut, keep shouting...Show me how you like cock; how you like them to shove it in. His insults, his slaps, and his look of disdain had me in ecstasy. I saw him charging at my burning body with an anxiety of desire and hatred. When he spat on me, managing to get his saliva on my face, I encouraged him by collecting the remnants of his humiliation, with hungry movements of my tongue. He was my slut, and as long as he kept screwing me, I'd do that and more. Suddenly, his thrusts slowed down until he pulled out his member from my interior. My body continued to vibrate with a lustful anxiety...-Give it to me, Don Tito, give me more cock-I begged between gasps...-If I'm going to give you a good time, don't worry-He replied, while his fingers wandered through my flooded intimacy until they reached my virgin posterior hole...Has your husband ever asked for your bum? -If so, Don Tito-I replied, noticing that the response didn't please him too much-but he wanted it but I denied him-that slight mocking smile appeared on his face again.-Well, it will be mine, I'll deflower your ass, slutty-He said, rubbing his glans against my anus...-No! Oh God no! Please don't, Don Tito, wrap me up in desire. I felt his member sinking to the middle, my legs halted his gentle attempts to free himself from between his arms, and remained motionless before the impalement he was suffering. I remained silent, and it wasn't until he finished burying himself all at once and feeling his hairy balls between my buttocks that I let out a loud scream of pain. The pain overwhelmed me; my cries seemed to encourage his thrusts, which quickly turned from soft stabs into frenzied stab wounds. ─IT HURTS!...AAAAAAAHHHHH...GET IT OUT OF ME, YOU OLD SICKO!...AAYYYYY...IT HURTS!...AAAAYYYYY!...IT'S TEARING ME APART, DON TITO!...AAYYY...I'M COMING APART...IT HURTS!─I screamed along with my cries mixing with moans of pleasure ─ AAAYYYYY!...TASTY......TEAR IT UP, YOU OLD CUNT!...AAAAAAAAHHHHH!...PENETRATE ME TO THE DEPTH!. ─That's a tighter one, slut...eat it all up...aaaaagggghhhh...would you like your husband to see me fucking my ass?...aaaarrgg...know how much of a slut your wife is...how much she loves cock...so much that any scoundrel comes and sticks it in her ass...TAKE IT, SLUT!...FEEL IT ALL THE WAY IN!─I growled as he attacked me so fiercely that I felt torn apart, deeper than ever before, and the pain caused convulsions of pleasure; I was suffering the most incredible orgasm of my life. I grabbed a breast and gave it a tight squeeze, at the same time pulling his member out of my ass to let him cover me with his semen. My breasts; my neck; my face were being inundated with sperm from that old sicko. ─GET IT OUT, SLUT!...YOU'VE GOT YOUR CUM!...SLUT!...SLUT!...SLUT!...SLUT!...SLUT!...SLUT!─I was screaming. His orgasm seemed infinite. My body received his semen discharges with hunger; between incredible contortions of pleasure, I tried to receive the last drop of cum on my skin. My hands spread his sperm over my breasts, giving them an exciting glow, while my lips captured the remaining bits that they would be within reach, devouring the exquisite elixir of their humiliation. ─Oh these cum-slut, savor it, enjoy it as I know you like it. So this slut woman of my neighbor; the slut wife of my neighbor... what a culazo you have... and I just finished fucking you─I ended up giving myself a strong slap on the ass and leaving my legs to fall onto a side. I remained exhausted on the bed, my last nalgada was noticeable on my backside. Panting, I watched as he got dressed, next to him the photo of my marriage reminded me that I had been humiliated and abused on the bed I shared with Pablo. That disgusting old man had made me his; me, the woman of his hated neighbor. And now he was getting dressed to leave me, abused, used, beaten, and violated but above all dominated, he did what he wanted and now he was leaving; satisfied. He picked up my house keys from the nightstand, saw the photo, lifted it to see it better, turned around to look at me and that damn pleased expression returned to his face. I threw the photo next to me. ─Nothing would make me happier than staying and seeing your husband's face when you're covered in my cum, like a disgusting slut─he said, putting away the keys── but for now, I prefer it not to happen; now you're mine and I think I'll enjoy you, Cristina. The day will come when I'll take pleasure in humiliating him. I sat on the bed and covered myself with the sheets. He approached and, supporting my chin with his finger, lifted my face so he could look at me. ─I'm taking the keys because from now on, I think I'll enter this house whenever I want─he said with a hoarse voice──I'll come back after lunch, I want you to take a bath and wait for me in bed... with your wedding trousseau on ¿did you hear?─he looked at me, waiting for an answer── did you hear?─he asked again. ─Yes, Don Tito. He left, exited the bedroom, and then I heard the front door close. I brought my hands to my face and cried; with shame; with rage; with joy, I don't know, only that I cried naked on the bed, feeling the semen drying on my skin, and my It was burning me. Tears were escaping between my fingers to moisten the sheets that covered me. I took a shower, got ready to pack my bags; it was noon. Around here, people usually eat at 2 pm. That gave me two hours to pack and leave. I would call Pablo from my parents' house to come pick me up there, and we would leave without explaining anything. He would do it for me, he loved me and would go with me without asking any questions, in a romantic gesture typical of him. While packing, I found my wedding trousseau, remembered the words of that old man. I calmed down; my hurry had disappeared; my total attention was focused on the tiny white garments that covered my body on my wedding night. My petticoats; my corset with lace and small pearls slid between my fingers, they were soft and I remembered how much Pablo liked them; he would say I looked beautiful, that he could be very tired, but as soon as he surprised me with those garments adorning my body, he couldn't resist the urge to make love. When I realized it, I already had them on, was in front of the mirror and admired myself; my small waist, opening onto precious hips, supported my small pearls. I turned around; the combination of that thread losing itself between my buttocks, with that fine petticoat rubbing against my backside, joining my stockings at mid-thigh, made me look incredible. I was surprised I had never stopped to see myself, that corset with a half-cup held together my glorious breasts, creating an incredible view of the neckline. I walked looking in the mirror; I felt sensual, I felt like an exciting woman... and I liked it. I approached the bed slowly. While changing the sheets, images of that old man abusing me came to my mind; that old man who shared the bed night after night with an old woman, had enjoyed my body, a body like he himself called it, a young and beautiful body that surely he couldn't have enjoyed in his youth; and I... and I I had left it, I had let him leave his mark on me and then penetrate me; I was a slut... I had been his slut; his slut, only because he would take me, that was my price, I didn't ask for more, just to be enjoyed. I got into the clean sheets, feeling my belongings pressing against my body; I reclined on my side with my back to the bedroom entrance and waited. I remembered Pablo, knowing he wouldn't arrive until seven, he was working and would never suspect what his wife was doing in his absence. Suddenly the door's lock sounded; footsteps headed straight for the room and then alongside the bed; with one tug, the sheet that covered me fell away at my feet and a loud, mocking guauuu echoed. I felt the weight of another person on the bed and then a rough hand pulled me from my waist. Come here, slutty. I won't go into details about what Don Tito did to me that afternoon. I'll penetrate you; I'll insult you; I'll give you spanks; even started penetrating me from behind to finish in my vagina 'I'll give you a child, slut' he groaned as he filled me with his semen. After that, I forced myself to suck him for nearly an hour, while he fingered me, insulted and slapped my ass until I ended up in my mouth and forced myself to swallow all his cum...volunteered again like a slut. Days passed and I became a submissive and obedient slut for the old man, made me do many things that even in my worst nightmares I thought I would never be forced to do. Maybe another day I'll tell you about those things; now I have to get ready to fulfill what I'm ordered to do today; yesterday I told him about the evil old man from the park and what it awakened in me 'We must reward that enlightened one' were his words
-I'd like to see the son of your husband's slut seeing how I'm sucking him...aaarrgg...the woman's body that has him sucking it to his despicable neighbor...while he's fondling his delicious ass...aaaahhhh...that slut, commit your sweet, reverend slut-said, knowing that I was getting hotter with her insults. I took his delicious device away from me and stood behind me. I grabbed my panties and left them at mid-thigh. He looked at me, staring at my bare buttocks and exposed pubic area. He put his hand on my wet vagina and caressed it, impregnating my scarce hair with my own fluids.
-You're all wet, slut...like a menstruating woman-said while putting the tip of his cock on my vaginal lips. -No, Don Tito, don't insert it...please...don't rape me-I implored, knowing he wouldn't listen; I already said, I love when he doesn't care if I want it or not.
-You're crazy because they're going to screw you...very slut...you think I'm going to leave you like that no more...now you're going to ask me to do it...you're going to ask me to enter you...ask me to make you mine...ask me to possess the body of my neighbor's woman...come on, slut, don't ask me until you beg me to enter you...beg me to make you mine...beg me to possess the body of the woman of my neighbor-I said the old man while rubbing his glans against the entrance of my vagina. He stayed there for a while caressing my buttocks and pubic area with his penis, his slaps still on my buttocks. My excitement dominated me; that old man was fondling me and looking at my naked body except for my blouse. Soaked and couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him to stick it in me. I looked at him again, our gazes met, his wicked smile made me feel dominated and uncontrollably hot. ─Please Don Tito...aaaaayyyyyy...pose me...get rid of Pablo while he's fucking his wife...I want to feel like he's abusing me...uuuuyyyyy...I want to feel his thick cock inside me...please Don Tito, satisfy me and I'll be yours forever...so you can release your pleasure in my body...please Don Tito, calm my heat─ I said looking at him with a suppliant gaze, while I was also caressing my ass and moving it as I knew he liked. The old man waited until I finished my desperate plea; he bent down looking at my excited face while I begged him to stick that cock in me. He stopped looking when he took hold of my hips, located the tip of his member, and with one thrust stuck it all the way in. His thick cock opened up a path inside me like a drill. I let out a ripping scream, the pain and pleasure mixed exquisitely between my legs. He stayed for a moment, with all his flesh inside me; never had I felt anything so deep. I was getting hotter thinking about how he had left me screwed by the old neighbor; the idea was repetitive but I couldn't help getting excited. Suddenly the violent in-and-out started, he had hold of my hips and pushed me towards him with the same force that he was sticking it to me. I could feel his belly on the lower part of my back when he leaned forward to grab my tits; he was on top of me, fucking me savagely. My legs were together, tied by my half-ripped pants to mid-thigh, and my elbows, resting on the table, gave space for him to pleasure my excited breasts. He had me mounted like a slut. ─Aaaaaayyyyyy!...it hurts!......uuuuuyyyyy!......me part!......Don Titooooo!......DON'T STOP!......NO, LEAVE ME ALONE, I CAN'T DO THIS TO PABLO!......DIRTY OLD MAN!...LEAVE ME ALONE!── Shut up, you dirty slut !......I'M JUST... STARTING!……¡IT'S SO TASTY TO BE EATEN!……AAAAARRRRGGGGG…….YOU SAID YOU'D BE MINE IF I PUT IT IN YOU!…..YOU'RE MINE, CRISTINA! TOMORROW WHEN YOUR SLUTTY HUSBAND IS WORKING!….I'LL COME AND EAT YOU AGAIN!!!!!…….AND I'LL WAIT FOR YOU, HEARD YOU, I'LL WAIT FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'LL BE HUNGRY FOR THIS OLD SICKO!─she screamed while hugging me. ─If Don Tito.....aaaayyyyyy....I'll wait for you submissive and compliant.....ready for anything!.....I'll be your slutty.....uuuuyyyyy......Pablo's wife IS GOING TO BE HIS PERRAAAA!…..AAAAHHHHH…….AAAAAHHHHH─ I had my second orgasm, it was long and intense, but didn't leave me satisfied; I left me tired and calmer but not satisfied, I was still hungry. The old man stopped, he didn't take himself out, but stayed quiet standing behind me. He didn't take long to start moving in a soft sway, now I was the one eating his cock. I could feel my buttocks sticking to his groin when my ass clung under his belly. I moved towards the table feeling the friction of his member inside me, then went back and felt his hairy skin on my thighs and buttocks. ─That slut….eat it....show me you like it....show me you love it─the old man said while caressing my back.─Now faster...faster, I told you!─He went back to slapping my butt with his wrinkled hands. He accelerated the rhythm of my movements. He didn't move, I was the one, under the yoke of his blows, devouring his tool between my legs in a frenzied met and out, like a sexy girl pleasing her rider. I knew he loved watching me give him pleasure with his cock, I knew he enjoyed himself while letting me get hit just to keep his tool inside me. The feeling of being his slut; the sound of him insulting me, insulting my husband, had me out of control. My only control was in letting him abuse my body, as long as he kept going, I stayed submissive before him. After a while of enjoying my movements, he suddenly pulled away from me, taking it out and leaving me with a great emptiness between my legs. I turned back to see what he was doing and I got scared when I saw him putting on his pants. --Follow Don Tito...please, keep abusing me--I begged, panting. --I want to keep enjoying you in your bed, where you sleep with your pretty husband--the old man said. --No, please Don Tito, don't humiliate us like this. Please do as you like with me, but don't humiliate us like this! I implored, getting up from the table. --I'm only going to fuck his wife in her own bed and you'll follow me because you're a slut hungry for cock and my cock is coming to your bedroom. And don't delay, or I'll make you cum with what I have saved for you, and I'll pour it on your pillow--he said, pulling out his disheveled body from the kitchen. I put on my thong; my blouse, this time wet from my own sweat, was still stuck to my body. I couldn't believe that old man had left me stranded in the kitchen, saying I wouldn't be able to withstand the desire to follow him. He wanted to humiliate Pablo by fucking me in our marital bed. I picked up my small skirt and thought about putting it on, going to find that damn old man and getting him out of my house. He could get angry and brutally violate me himself; maybe he was shorter and older but still stronger than me. The idea excited me. Then I thought about following him, giving in to his desire for that dirty old man; showing him that if he kept abusing me, I would humiliate my beloved husband in the worst way possible. I realized I liked it, I liked the idea of being submissive to him and surrendering my body in our bed. It excited me, like a junkie afflicted by lack of drugs; I needed cock and I'd go for it no matter what the consequences were. When I entered the room, I felt like a girl attending her first class; I was nervous, anxious, and scared, yet I walked with a sensual and proud stride. He was naked next to the bed, only keeping his old socks on, which apparently he didn't think about taking off. Let them reach you. Go, please Don Tito, this old man who will give you what you deserve - said the miserable old man. I approached him as ordered. With one pull, he detached all the buttons from my blouse and left my breasts free in front of him. He didn't delay in grabbing them between his hands and sucking them like a hungry calf; his hands ran over my backside and enjoyed pulling my thong to tighten it against my intimacy, while his tongue rose towards my neck and then to my face where he even dared to kiss me disgustingly. I got excited. I responded to his disgusting kiss like a vile foxy. For the first time, I felt his hairy and wrinkled skin embracing my body. Already out of control, I gave myself over to him and hugged him around the shoulders, leaving him in charge, with no protection, of all my body. I caressed his neck softly while enjoying myself. I pulled away brusquely, and this time it was my tiny briefs that were torn off me with a strong pull. I took hold of his arm and he dragged me onto the bed, falling back on my side, dominated, given over, excited. He was masturbating slowly, enjoying looking at my body with that sickly grimace that warmed me up so much. - Open your legs, slut, show this old man how you surrender in the bed where you sleep with your husband... and ask him, ask him to take you, to screw you like a slut - said the old man maliciously. I looked at him, knowing he liked seeing me in the eyes when I lastingly asked him to take me, when I asked him like a desperate woman. - Don Titoooo... please... pose me here... on the bed I share with Pablo - I opened my legs slowly, bending my knees and exposing my entire intimacy, offering myself like a slut - Go old man... aaaaah... abuse my body... abuse the body of another man's woman... uuuuuyyyyyy... use it like a slut -. continued, as my hands ran smoothly over my pubic area and my breasts, exposed for him. - Don Tito, come take me... put that yummy cock in me... make me come... go old man... screw the woman of... - Your neighbor...get undressed with me...and Don Tito, get undressed using my body─I closed my eyes and turned my face, with that I immersed myself in the excitement that I had just provoked by saying those words, and let him understand that the exuberant naked body on the bed: the body of the woman of your neighbor's cabron, was mine. Just feel like he was getting onto the bed, for me to start moaning delicately. I felt the tip of his cock in my pussy. As he sank inside me, I felt his belly falling onto my slender stomach and his tongue starting to run along my neck. I wrapped my legs around him, his soft texture reminding me of the difference in age. His hairy and wrinkled skin flattened under the pressure of my thighs. His breathing was heavy and anxious, like a desperate dog. The idea that he would let me enjoy myself by an old man who could be my father, an old fat and ugly one; and besides, he was my husband's enemy, made me incredibly hot. The frantic in-and-out, the fucking I was getting from Don Tito, were tearing out cries of pleasure, my third orgasm didn't take long to arrive. Tired but still devoted to the old man's thrusts, I opened my eyes. The photograph of my wedding on the dresser, with me as a bride and Pablo smiling next to me, was witness to the abuse of my body. My eyes stuck on the photograph, I felt tears welling up in my eyes and running down my cheeks. The tears were for a feeling of guilt, of guilt for not being able to tell that old man no when he was satisfying himself with me. I asked Pablo's forgiveness, pressed my legs tighter around the body of my violator; hugged him; stroked his hairy back; found his panting mouth and kissed it like the hungry woman I was. ─Give me more forcefully...aaaahhhh...give me more forcefully old disgusting one...pierce me harder─I moaned suppliant, stuck to his lips and still with tears running down my cheeks. He realized my sadness which provoked a mocking laugh in him. ─It's too late Cristina...your body is mine now...feel my cock....you're a disgusting slut...summed up To the desires of anyone who wants to give you cock...to anyone who wants to enjoy your body...even this old guy who's got me mounted is torturing me, provoking waves of pleasure. I sat up on his knees, with my legs together and supported by his right shoulder, and continued with strong thrusts, managing to pull out his impressive cock and then bury it deep in one stroke. In that position, with my ass again visible, I was hitting his groin under his belly, and at the reach of his hands, the slaps on my butt were resonating like a whip of pleasure in time with his rhythm...-Take it, slut...Do you like it when they ram it to you?!...aaaarrrrgggg...You're a bad girl who deserves to have your ass destroyed by blows...I was mumbling, holding my legs against his chest...That's a slut! I love seeing your tits bounce...Shout, slut, keep shouting...Show me how you like cock; how you like them to shove it in. His insults, his slaps, and his look of disdain had me in ecstasy. I saw him charging at my burning body with an anxiety of desire and hatred. When he spat on me, managing to get his saliva on my face, I encouraged him by collecting the remnants of his humiliation, with hungry movements of my tongue. He was my slut, and as long as he kept screwing me, I'd do that and more. Suddenly, his thrusts slowed down until he pulled out his member from my interior. My body continued to vibrate with a lustful anxiety...-Give it to me, Don Tito, give me more cock-I begged between gasps...-If I'm going to give you a good time, don't worry-He replied, while his fingers wandered through my flooded intimacy until they reached my virgin posterior hole...Has your husband ever asked for your bum? -If so, Don Tito-I replied, noticing that the response didn't please him too much-but he wanted it but I denied him-that slight mocking smile appeared on his face again.-Well, it will be mine, I'll deflower your ass, slutty-He said, rubbing his glans against my anus...-No! Oh God no! Please don't, Don Tito, wrap me up in desire. I felt his member sinking to the middle, my legs halted his gentle attempts to free himself from between his arms, and remained motionless before the impalement he was suffering. I remained silent, and it wasn't until he finished burying himself all at once and feeling his hairy balls between my buttocks that I let out a loud scream of pain. The pain overwhelmed me; my cries seemed to encourage his thrusts, which quickly turned from soft stabs into frenzied stab wounds. ─IT HURTS!...AAAAAAAHHHHH...GET IT OUT OF ME, YOU OLD SICKO!...AAYYYYY...IT HURTS!...AAAAYYYYY!...IT'S TEARING ME APART, DON TITO!...AAYYY...I'M COMING APART...IT HURTS!─I screamed along with my cries mixing with moans of pleasure ─ AAAYYYYY!...TASTY......TEAR IT UP, YOU OLD CUNT!...AAAAAAAAHHHHH!...PENETRATE ME TO THE DEPTH!. ─That's a tighter one, slut...eat it all up...aaaaagggghhhh...would you like your husband to see me fucking my ass?...aaaarrgg...know how much of a slut your wife is...how much she loves cock...so much that any scoundrel comes and sticks it in her ass...TAKE IT, SLUT!...FEEL IT ALL THE WAY IN!─I growled as he attacked me so fiercely that I felt torn apart, deeper than ever before, and the pain caused convulsions of pleasure; I was suffering the most incredible orgasm of my life. I grabbed a breast and gave it a tight squeeze, at the same time pulling his member out of my ass to let him cover me with his semen. My breasts; my neck; my face were being inundated with sperm from that old sicko. ─GET IT OUT, SLUT!...YOU'VE GOT YOUR CUM!...SLUT!...SLUT!...SLUT!...SLUT!...SLUT!...SLUT!─I was screaming. His orgasm seemed infinite. My body received his semen discharges with hunger; between incredible contortions of pleasure, I tried to receive the last drop of cum on my skin. My hands spread his sperm over my breasts, giving them an exciting glow, while my lips captured the remaining bits that they would be within reach, devouring the exquisite elixir of their humiliation. ─Oh these cum-slut, savor it, enjoy it as I know you like it. So this slut woman of my neighbor; the slut wife of my neighbor... what a culazo you have... and I just finished fucking you─I ended up giving myself a strong slap on the ass and leaving my legs to fall onto a side. I remained exhausted on the bed, my last nalgada was noticeable on my backside. Panting, I watched as he got dressed, next to him the photo of my marriage reminded me that I had been humiliated and abused on the bed I shared with Pablo. That disgusting old man had made me his; me, the woman of his hated neighbor. And now he was getting dressed to leave me, abused, used, beaten, and violated but above all dominated, he did what he wanted and now he was leaving; satisfied. He picked up my house keys from the nightstand, saw the photo, lifted it to see it better, turned around to look at me and that damn pleased expression returned to his face. I threw the photo next to me. ─Nothing would make me happier than staying and seeing your husband's face when you're covered in my cum, like a disgusting slut─he said, putting away the keys── but for now, I prefer it not to happen; now you're mine and I think I'll enjoy you, Cristina. The day will come when I'll take pleasure in humiliating him. I sat on the bed and covered myself with the sheets. He approached and, supporting my chin with his finger, lifted my face so he could look at me. ─I'm taking the keys because from now on, I think I'll enter this house whenever I want─he said with a hoarse voice──I'll come back after lunch, I want you to take a bath and wait for me in bed... with your wedding trousseau on ¿did you hear?─he looked at me, waiting for an answer── did you hear?─he asked again. ─Yes, Don Tito. He left, exited the bedroom, and then I heard the front door close. I brought my hands to my face and cried; with shame; with rage; with joy, I don't know, only that I cried naked on the bed, feeling the semen drying on my skin, and my It was burning me. Tears were escaping between my fingers to moisten the sheets that covered me. I took a shower, got ready to pack my bags; it was noon. Around here, people usually eat at 2 pm. That gave me two hours to pack and leave. I would call Pablo from my parents' house to come pick me up there, and we would leave without explaining anything. He would do it for me, he loved me and would go with me without asking any questions, in a romantic gesture typical of him. While packing, I found my wedding trousseau, remembered the words of that old man. I calmed down; my hurry had disappeared; my total attention was focused on the tiny white garments that covered my body on my wedding night. My petticoats; my corset with lace and small pearls slid between my fingers, they were soft and I remembered how much Pablo liked them; he would say I looked beautiful, that he could be very tired, but as soon as he surprised me with those garments adorning my body, he couldn't resist the urge to make love. When I realized it, I already had them on, was in front of the mirror and admired myself; my small waist, opening onto precious hips, supported my small pearls. I turned around; the combination of that thread losing itself between my buttocks, with that fine petticoat rubbing against my backside, joining my stockings at mid-thigh, made me look incredible. I was surprised I had never stopped to see myself, that corset with a half-cup held together my glorious breasts, creating an incredible view of the neckline. I walked looking in the mirror; I felt sensual, I felt like an exciting woman... and I liked it. I approached the bed slowly. While changing the sheets, images of that old man abusing me came to my mind; that old man who shared the bed night after night with an old woman, had enjoyed my body, a body like he himself called it, a young and beautiful body that surely he couldn't have enjoyed in his youth; and I... and I I had left it, I had let him leave his mark on me and then penetrate me; I was a slut... I had been his slut; his slut, only because he would take me, that was my price, I didn't ask for more, just to be enjoyed. I got into the clean sheets, feeling my belongings pressing against my body; I reclined on my side with my back to the bedroom entrance and waited. I remembered Pablo, knowing he wouldn't arrive until seven, he was working and would never suspect what his wife was doing in his absence. Suddenly the door's lock sounded; footsteps headed straight for the room and then alongside the bed; with one tug, the sheet that covered me fell away at my feet and a loud, mocking guauuu echoed. I felt the weight of another person on the bed and then a rough hand pulled me from my waist. Come here, slutty. I won't go into details about what Don Tito did to me that afternoon. I'll penetrate you; I'll insult you; I'll give you spanks; even started penetrating me from behind to finish in my vagina 'I'll give you a child, slut' he groaned as he filled me with his semen. After that, I forced myself to suck him for nearly an hour, while he fingered me, insulted and slapped my ass until I ended up in my mouth and forced myself to swallow all his cum...volunteered again like a slut. Days passed and I became a submissive and obedient slut for the old man, made me do many things that even in my worst nightmares I thought I would never be forced to do. Maybe another day I'll tell you about those things; now I have to get ready to fulfill what I'm ordered to do today; yesterday I told him about the evil old man from the park and what it awakened in me 'We must reward that enlightened one' were his words
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