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PIEL DE DURAZNO
'What love can be' de Kingdom Come, el tema que me había enamorado de mi esposo, hoy suena de fondo en un striptease que hago casi desnuda en un caño, observada por desconocidos enmascarados que pronto me harán el amor ante miradas indiscretas y un aire denso que cuesta respirar
Mario fue sin dudas el hombre de mi vida, lo había conocido en unas vacaciones, en un pub del lugar, se acercó a la mesa en la que estaba con las chicas y me llevó a bailar, casi a la rastra, entre palabras y palabras de esa noche increíble sonó ese tema y supe que sería nuestro tema mientras me estiraba en puntas de pies para juntar mis labios con los suyos.
Esa noche hicimos el amor en la playa, a orillas del mar, en la penumbra de un cielo nublado en que la luna se asomaba con vergüenza a observar que diablos estábamos haciendo
Con casi treinta con casamos, fuimos felices, llegó Celeste, luego llegó Amparo, y por último el pequeño Tobías.
El tiempo pasaba demasiado rápido, un matrimonio conformado con tres pequeños hermosos que crecían sin parar, envueltos en el amor de una familia casi perfecta.
Con casi cuarenta todo cambiaría, de la noche a la mañana, cena en casa de amigos, matrimonios conocidos, los chicos correteando por toda la casa, a las tres de la mañana llovía demasiado, Mario había bebido y no quería conducir, insistió para que yo lo hiciera, y yo no quería hacerlo, él siempre bromeaba diciendo que estando ebrio era mejor conductor de lo que yo era estando sobria, y parte de verdad tenía en esas palabras, pero él puso en mi toda su confianza.
Los niños dormían desparramados en la plaza trasera, Mario, a mi derecha, pronto dejó caer su cabeza de lado, y me sentí sola al manejo de mi familia, estaba muy oscuro, no podía ver demasiado y el limpia parabrisas no daba a vasto para barrer las copiosas lluvias que impregnaban todo el coche
No tengo vivos recuerdos de lo que sucedió, solo me vi perdiendo el control en una curva y rodando sin parar hasta el fondo de un profundo barranco.
Cuando me desperté estaba en la cama de un hospital, no recordaba casi nada, me vi a mí misma, con una pierna fracturada colgando en la cama, cuando respiraba me dolía a morir, producto de algunas costillas que habían sufrido la misma suerte de mi pierna, incluso perforando un pulmón, me dolía todo el cuerpo, como si un tren me hubiera pasado por arriba, me di cuenta que me faltaba la mayoría de los dientes y la sensación de casi no poder moverme fue desesperante.
Más desesperante fue escuchar de boca del médico un resumen de los treinta días que había pasado inconsciente, si, treinta días, aunque para mi fuera solo un abrir y cerrar de ojos, mientras controlaba mi suero atestado de medicamentos que me tenían demasiado dopada, me puso al tanto que era un milagro que estuviera viva, había perdido mucha sangre y el rescate se había hecho muy dificultoso, también supe que tuvieron que absorberme un coagulo de mi cabeza, siablos, hasta me habían perforado el cráneo.
I was very weak and fainted again at that moment. But I still had to learn the worst, they evaded my questions until I got better and the situation became unsustainable, Mario's neck had been broken, Celeste died crushed by her brothers, Tobias had died on the way to the hospital, and Amparo seemed to have more chances but barely managed to resist for another week.
Unfortunately, only I survived, I was driving, and the psychologists of the day tried in vain to take away the guilt I felt, only some medications could bring me a little to a parallel reality, but the pain I felt in my soul was unbearable. And I was so cowardly that I even dodged the idea of suicide because that was the only possible exit.
I got depressed, slept a lot, took pills and became a bit of an alcoholic, I didn't want to know anything and nothing mattered to me. Day by day it was getting worse, a descending spiral that was taking me little by little to the same hell, I wasn't listening to my doctors, my family, my loved ones, I had lost everything and no longer had anyone left to live for.
And in some point of my eternal darkness, a bright light seemed to turn on, at some moment of sobriety I told myself that nobody could get me out of that well if I didn't want to get out, I would have to start over, reinvent my life as another woman, stop in this present to close my past and be able to rewrite my future.
I wouldn't be the same, neither wife nor mother, I had already been both, I had lost both, I wouldn't risk falling in love again, I had lost too much, I would only be a woman. And I tried to have fun, started living at night and sleeping during the day, bottles of alcohol were my companion and I left the cocktails of pills for smoking some herbs that took me to another dimension, I met people, men, women, bad life, and at forty years old I started having sex with strangers just for pleasure, without heart, and I found myself wrapped in a life of pleasure that was new to me. me anime a más and I realized I wouldn't have brakes.
I made myself part of a new circle of friends, and among so many, Amalia was special, confidential, and almost a year later she approached me and said
Samantha, do you want to come on Friday to a party? It's something special, not for everyone
What kind of party? - I replied intrigued -
A type of party where only private invitations are reached, there is no publicity, nothing, and in truth those parties, don't exist for the rest of society, but I know you and assume you'll like it
I'm intrigued - I replied - but I don't understand...
You don't have to understand, you can't understand, you have to live it...
And it was correct, I knew what kind of woman Amalia was, and coming from her lips, I assumed very decent shouldn't be
And how is the topic? - I asked again -
Mmmm.... - she meditated her response - only known people, free, without taboos, who dare to do in that party what the rest of humanity doesn't dare to do
But I don't understand... - I really just wanted to get more information out of her -
You already told me - she replied with a contained laugh - you have to live it
Friday? - I asked again -
Yes, Friday, how about you?
Okay, count on me
Ah! - she warned before closing the topic - dress elegantly, in black, and don't dress like a slut as you always do, it's not necessary...
She gave me a gentle pinch on the face and we kept drinking some shots at the pub where we were at that moment.
Arrived the moment I opened my closet, every woman has some black dress to wear, and I had several, discarded one, then another, finally I decided on a very tight one that drove my late husband crazy, a latex similar that adhered so well it drew each curve and revealed any defect, I remember Mario going crazy over the way it marked my bust, the way it drew my waist, the way it emphasized my hips, the way it enlarged my ass. And yes, back then I was ashamed, because I saw myself as attractive, many breasts, much butt, many legs, but now things had changed, I was over forty, however, I felt sexier than ever, I saw myself beautiful, attractive and nothing mattered to me.
I had styled myself very nicely, with correct makeup, a lace lingerie set that showed too much under the dress, high heels and I was ready for the unknown.
Amalia came to pick me up as agreed, right on time, she saw me, perhaps it caught her attention the pronounced cleavage or the deep kitty on my right leg that went further than advised, or maybe it was a touch of envy trying to overshadow her, but she couldn't help a complaint
You said NO to being a slut... - I replied, sure of myself - It's a party dress that, by the way, costs a lot of money.
She shook her head clearly showing she wasn't very convinced, I got in beside her and we left.
She indicated the back seat where there was a white bag, told me to choose one. I took the bag and found several very sexy masks inside, tried one, tried another, until I found one to my liking, she said
These are the rules, forbidden to take off that mask until your return, understood? - she asked in an order
Understood - I replied alone -
I noticed we had left the city center, slowly the landscape of houses gave way to green fields and I felt loss, Amalia took a dirt path, turned right, then again to the right and finally to the left until I noticed an enormous mansion standing lost in nothingness itself, with multiple floors, huge windowless filled with lights, shining like fireflies in the darkness of the night, like those fairy tale stories she had narrated to my small ones to help them fall asleep
Upon arrival, she parked the car among many others, told me we were at the correct site, asked me to put on my mask again while she put hers on and reminded me that this was an irrenunciable rule, the mask couldn't fall off. She took my hand in complicity, likely noticing my nervousness about the unknown, and we walked towards the door
Before entering, she stopped me in front of a receptacle with many silver medals with black ribbons, told me to choose one, and I randomly took one, the inscription PIEL DE DURAZNO was visible on it
You have a name - she said while hanging it around my neck, showing hers at the same time, DIENTE DE TIGRE -
This will be your name, you're no longer Samantha, remember to follow these rules
We entered, the mansion was enormous, with staircases leading to upper floors, she told me to enjoy myself, that our journey together would end there and we'd meet again at the same spot when the sun came up
Amalia couldn't help but leave me behind against my will, I found myself alone, observing the surroundings and began to understand what was going on with the whole game, the interior of the house seemed very old-fashioned, with high walls painted white, windowless that made you want to caress the sky, and intricately carved spiders lighting up the place like it was daytime, the completely carpeted floor in red fire color, and a very cozy perfumed atmosphere
But then my attention turned towards the people giving life to the recinto The men wore impeccable suits, very formal, the women also, all in gala dresses, and absolutely everyone had a black color prevailing, they all had masks in different shapes and sizes, and they were all wearing medals like mine on their necks, and each one spoke to someone else in small groups, they seemed happy, drinking champagne from cups.
The ages of the people ranged from thirty to seventy years old, with a mix of everything. A man approached me among many to offer me a cup, he looked very old to me, behind his mask, lovely green eyes peeked out, he took my medal between his fingers and reading with evident difficulty said
Welcome, peach skin, first time, right?
Yes... - I replied timidly -
By the way, when you're ready, you can go upstairs, that's what we're here for, everyone is just anonymous faces, you'll like...
I made a few detours and finally decided to head up to the top floor, only observing what the rest of the people were doing, I noticed that the staircase extended to a second floor and only pieced together the puzzle of the story, seeing doors and more doors leading to rooms, people entered, people left, I went through one at random.
Inside, there was music in the center, illuminated, two naked men making love while an attentive public surrounded the scene with great concentration in the shadows. I went through another door, it was a sadomasochistic site, with leather, bondage, and punishments, in another, I found a trio of one man with two girls, and in another more, which seemed to be the fourth lesbian room...
I had already taken note that it was all about the story, free sex, without questions, without judgments, without commitments, without names, without faces, each one could feel free to execute their most perverse fantasies, those we all dream of, those we don't concretize, only because of fear of being judged, only had to find the right door.
I kept sniffing around from room to room, went up to the second floor, arrived at one where a woman was being subjected to the same time by three men, while a dozen people filled with joy their senses between laughter and cups.
For some reason I got stuck in that room, like a magnet, it excited me to see the scene, the woman, the men, the environment, because I didn't just look at the act itself, but also the hidden faces of casual spectators.
Someone who hadn't seen me spoke to me in a whisper behind
Do you like? Do you want to participate? The site will be available soon
I turned my face to see who was talking to me, but of course, I only saw a mask.
When they finished, I noticed I was all wet and although the idea of being with several men seemed seductive, what motivated me most was that environment, unknowns, unknowns making love to me, unknowns watching me, because behind each mask hid the prohibited pleasure of each man, of each woman.
When I had the opportunity, I advanced to the center, slowly took off my dress, shoes, underwear, and stood naked in front of strangers and the powerful light that lit the scene seemed to burn my eyes, to the point where I couldn't distinguish the faces from the shadows.
A guy came up to offer me his cock and I started sucking it very tasty, I understood that the game had started
I hadn't imagined that I would end up doing it this way, a beautiful second cock was offered to me on my left, I had two to suck and only dedicated myself to doing it with desire, with those contained desires, it was beautiful, exquisite, I felt someone behind me, barely turned around a little Head to notice a naked older man with a mask, pay attention, our gazes crossed and I discovered those clear eyes of the older person who had spoken to me on the lower floor, like everyone else, I let him do it, I was concentrated on what I had in my left hand, and in my right hand
He penetrated me holding onto my hips, very deep, very big, to the point of making me emit a contained groan
I was with three strangers, no, already four, and a fifth one was preparing to join
The old man only changed position and inserted himself from behind, and I surrendered once more, to enjoy a tasty anal, that's what it was about
Without realizing it, I was outside myself, delivered and perceived that I didn't have control of the situation, I was just a piece of flesh in which the evils surrounding me satisfied their vices in all my holes, I saw myself, in a difficult-to-explain sensation, as if my soul had abandoned my body and looked from a high corner of the room, on one side, the image of my lost family arrived in my mind, taking me to the edge of tears, and I felt that this was paying for punishment, purging my guilt, but on the other hand, I felt the pleasure of being unique, of being observed, of seeking out those eyes one by one in the darkness that only satisfied what they saw, because any woman could be in that place, but I was the one who was
And my punishment had to be exemplary, unique, pain paid with pain, I was being subjected to double penetration, from in front, from behind, but it wasn't enough, between gasps I told one of those strangers to come again, I wanted more
I felt him adjusting himself, I felt him coming, it hurt me even more, but that pain was pleasure, I had a cock in my pussy, another in my ass, and now another one was arriving from behind, three were too many, I felt dying, I felt breaking, and the screams of crazy pleasure were only silenced when the others buried their cocks in my mouth
When they got tired of screwing me, I felt full like a wounded one the semen had been scattered across my body like a divine bath, like a punishment from hell, my face, lips, mouth, back, buttocks, vagina, legs, belly, breasts, hands.
I cleaned up as best I could; the scent of my skin smelled like a man, and it didn't matter who, after all, we were all strangers behind a mask.
At dawn, I met up with my friend as agreed, we got in the car and started driving back, leaving the masks on the backseat. Don't get me into the sexual details, but she told me to keep the medal for next time.
After that night, there would be another, and another, and another; I was just a peach skin, just another face among many, I tried more games, trios of women, sadomasochism, but always ended up the same, the pleasure of being watched by several men.
Time passed and I assumed I only stole ideas to be the owner of my own destiny.
This is the present; I have a secluded place where every night strangers of high level arrive, only men, always with masks to hide their identity, I am the only woman, I am the only one who shows my face, and always break the ice by dancing 'What Love Can Be' in honor of my beloved Mario, the theme with which he stole my first kiss.
The types of occasion usually leave me money, but for me it's the least; I just try to heal with sex the wounds that still hurt too much in my heart, erasing the memories of the family I had, of the woman I once was.
If you liked this story, you can write to me with title 'PEACH SKIN' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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PIEL DE DURAZNO
'What love can be' de Kingdom Come, el tema que me había enamorado de mi esposo, hoy suena de fondo en un striptease que hago casi desnuda en un caño, observada por desconocidos enmascarados que pronto me harán el amor ante miradas indiscretas y un aire denso que cuesta respirar
Mario fue sin dudas el hombre de mi vida, lo había conocido en unas vacaciones, en un pub del lugar, se acercó a la mesa en la que estaba con las chicas y me llevó a bailar, casi a la rastra, entre palabras y palabras de esa noche increíble sonó ese tema y supe que sería nuestro tema mientras me estiraba en puntas de pies para juntar mis labios con los suyos.
Esa noche hicimos el amor en la playa, a orillas del mar, en la penumbra de un cielo nublado en que la luna se asomaba con vergüenza a observar que diablos estábamos haciendo
Con casi treinta con casamos, fuimos felices, llegó Celeste, luego llegó Amparo, y por último el pequeño Tobías.
El tiempo pasaba demasiado rápido, un matrimonio conformado con tres pequeños hermosos que crecían sin parar, envueltos en el amor de una familia casi perfecta.
Con casi cuarenta todo cambiaría, de la noche a la mañana, cena en casa de amigos, matrimonios conocidos, los chicos correteando por toda la casa, a las tres de la mañana llovía demasiado, Mario había bebido y no quería conducir, insistió para que yo lo hiciera, y yo no quería hacerlo, él siempre bromeaba diciendo que estando ebrio era mejor conductor de lo que yo era estando sobria, y parte de verdad tenía en esas palabras, pero él puso en mi toda su confianza.
Los niños dormían desparramados en la plaza trasera, Mario, a mi derecha, pronto dejó caer su cabeza de lado, y me sentí sola al manejo de mi familia, estaba muy oscuro, no podía ver demasiado y el limpia parabrisas no daba a vasto para barrer las copiosas lluvias que impregnaban todo el coche
No tengo vivos recuerdos de lo que sucedió, solo me vi perdiendo el control en una curva y rodando sin parar hasta el fondo de un profundo barranco.
Cuando me desperté estaba en la cama de un hospital, no recordaba casi nada, me vi a mí misma, con una pierna fracturada colgando en la cama, cuando respiraba me dolía a morir, producto de algunas costillas que habían sufrido la misma suerte de mi pierna, incluso perforando un pulmón, me dolía todo el cuerpo, como si un tren me hubiera pasado por arriba, me di cuenta que me faltaba la mayoría de los dientes y la sensación de casi no poder moverme fue desesperante.
Más desesperante fue escuchar de boca del médico un resumen de los treinta días que había pasado inconsciente, si, treinta días, aunque para mi fuera solo un abrir y cerrar de ojos, mientras controlaba mi suero atestado de medicamentos que me tenían demasiado dopada, me puso al tanto que era un milagro que estuviera viva, había perdido mucha sangre y el rescate se había hecho muy dificultoso, también supe que tuvieron que absorberme un coagulo de mi cabeza, siablos, hasta me habían perforado el cráneo.
I was very weak and fainted again at that moment. But I still had to learn the worst, they evaded my questions until I got better and the situation became unsustainable, Mario's neck had been broken, Celeste died crushed by her brothers, Tobias had died on the way to the hospital, and Amparo seemed to have more chances but barely managed to resist for another week.Unfortunately, only I survived, I was driving, and the psychologists of the day tried in vain to take away the guilt I felt, only some medications could bring me a little to a parallel reality, but the pain I felt in my soul was unbearable. And I was so cowardly that I even dodged the idea of suicide because that was the only possible exit.
I got depressed, slept a lot, took pills and became a bit of an alcoholic, I didn't want to know anything and nothing mattered to me. Day by day it was getting worse, a descending spiral that was taking me little by little to the same hell, I wasn't listening to my doctors, my family, my loved ones, I had lost everything and no longer had anyone left to live for.
And in some point of my eternal darkness, a bright light seemed to turn on, at some moment of sobriety I told myself that nobody could get me out of that well if I didn't want to get out, I would have to start over, reinvent my life as another woman, stop in this present to close my past and be able to rewrite my future.
I wouldn't be the same, neither wife nor mother, I had already been both, I had lost both, I wouldn't risk falling in love again, I had lost too much, I would only be a woman. And I tried to have fun, started living at night and sleeping during the day, bottles of alcohol were my companion and I left the cocktails of pills for smoking some herbs that took me to another dimension, I met people, men, women, bad life, and at forty years old I started having sex with strangers just for pleasure, without heart, and I found myself wrapped in a life of pleasure that was new to me. me anime a más and I realized I wouldn't have brakes.
I made myself part of a new circle of friends, and among so many, Amalia was special, confidential, and almost a year later she approached me and said
Samantha, do you want to come on Friday to a party? It's something special, not for everyone
What kind of party? - I replied intrigued -
A type of party where only private invitations are reached, there is no publicity, nothing, and in truth those parties, don't exist for the rest of society, but I know you and assume you'll like it
I'm intrigued - I replied - but I don't understand...
You don't have to understand, you can't understand, you have to live it...
And it was correct, I knew what kind of woman Amalia was, and coming from her lips, I assumed very decent shouldn't be
And how is the topic? - I asked again -
Mmmm.... - she meditated her response - only known people, free, without taboos, who dare to do in that party what the rest of humanity doesn't dare to do
But I don't understand... - I really just wanted to get more information out of her -
You already told me - she replied with a contained laugh - you have to live it
Friday? - I asked again -
Yes, Friday, how about you?
Okay, count on me
Ah! - she warned before closing the topic - dress elegantly, in black, and don't dress like a slut as you always do, it's not necessary...
She gave me a gentle pinch on the face and we kept drinking some shots at the pub where we were at that moment.
Arrived the moment I opened my closet, every woman has some black dress to wear, and I had several, discarded one, then another, finally I decided on a very tight one that drove my late husband crazy, a latex similar that adhered so well it drew each curve and revealed any defect, I remember Mario going crazy over the way it marked my bust, the way it drew my waist, the way it emphasized my hips, the way it enlarged my ass. And yes, back then I was ashamed, because I saw myself as attractive, many breasts, much butt, many legs, but now things had changed, I was over forty, however, I felt sexier than ever, I saw myself beautiful, attractive and nothing mattered to me.I had styled myself very nicely, with correct makeup, a lace lingerie set that showed too much under the dress, high heels and I was ready for the unknown.
Amalia came to pick me up as agreed, right on time, she saw me, perhaps it caught her attention the pronounced cleavage or the deep kitty on my right leg that went further than advised, or maybe it was a touch of envy trying to overshadow her, but she couldn't help a complaint
You said NO to being a slut... - I replied, sure of myself - It's a party dress that, by the way, costs a lot of money.
She shook her head clearly showing she wasn't very convinced, I got in beside her and we left.
She indicated the back seat where there was a white bag, told me to choose one. I took the bag and found several very sexy masks inside, tried one, tried another, until I found one to my liking, she said
These are the rules, forbidden to take off that mask until your return, understood? - she asked in an order
Understood - I replied alone -
I noticed we had left the city center, slowly the landscape of houses gave way to green fields and I felt loss, Amalia took a dirt path, turned right, then again to the right and finally to the left until I noticed an enormous mansion standing lost in nothingness itself, with multiple floors, huge windowless filled with lights, shining like fireflies in the darkness of the night, like those fairy tale stories she had narrated to my small ones to help them fall asleep
Upon arrival, she parked the car among many others, told me we were at the correct site, asked me to put on my mask again while she put hers on and reminded me that this was an irrenunciable rule, the mask couldn't fall off. She took my hand in complicity, likely noticing my nervousness about the unknown, and we walked towards the door
Before entering, she stopped me in front of a receptacle with many silver medals with black ribbons, told me to choose one, and I randomly took one, the inscription PIEL DE DURAZNO was visible on it
You have a name - she said while hanging it around my neck, showing hers at the same time, DIENTE DE TIGRE -
This will be your name, you're no longer Samantha, remember to follow these rules
We entered, the mansion was enormous, with staircases leading to upper floors, she told me to enjoy myself, that our journey together would end there and we'd meet again at the same spot when the sun came up
Amalia couldn't help but leave me behind against my will, I found myself alone, observing the surroundings and began to understand what was going on with the whole game, the interior of the house seemed very old-fashioned, with high walls painted white, windowless that made you want to caress the sky, and intricately carved spiders lighting up the place like it was daytime, the completely carpeted floor in red fire color, and a very cozy perfumed atmosphere
But then my attention turned towards the people giving life to the recinto The men wore impeccable suits, very formal, the women also, all in gala dresses, and absolutely everyone had a black color prevailing, they all had masks in different shapes and sizes, and they were all wearing medals like mine on their necks, and each one spoke to someone else in small groups, they seemed happy, drinking champagne from cups.
The ages of the people ranged from thirty to seventy years old, with a mix of everything. A man approached me among many to offer me a cup, he looked very old to me, behind his mask, lovely green eyes peeked out, he took my medal between his fingers and reading with evident difficulty said
Welcome, peach skin, first time, right?
Yes... - I replied timidly -
By the way, when you're ready, you can go upstairs, that's what we're here for, everyone is just anonymous faces, you'll like...
I made a few detours and finally decided to head up to the top floor, only observing what the rest of the people were doing, I noticed that the staircase extended to a second floor and only pieced together the puzzle of the story, seeing doors and more doors leading to rooms, people entered, people left, I went through one at random.
Inside, there was music in the center, illuminated, two naked men making love while an attentive public surrounded the scene with great concentration in the shadows. I went through another door, it was a sadomasochistic site, with leather, bondage, and punishments, in another, I found a trio of one man with two girls, and in another more, which seemed to be the fourth lesbian room...
I had already taken note that it was all about the story, free sex, without questions, without judgments, without commitments, without names, without faces, each one could feel free to execute their most perverse fantasies, those we all dream of, those we don't concretize, only because of fear of being judged, only had to find the right door.I kept sniffing around from room to room, went up to the second floor, arrived at one where a woman was being subjected to the same time by three men, while a dozen people filled with joy their senses between laughter and cups.
For some reason I got stuck in that room, like a magnet, it excited me to see the scene, the woman, the men, the environment, because I didn't just look at the act itself, but also the hidden faces of casual spectators.
Someone who hadn't seen me spoke to me in a whisper behind
Do you like? Do you want to participate? The site will be available soon
I turned my face to see who was talking to me, but of course, I only saw a mask.
When they finished, I noticed I was all wet and although the idea of being with several men seemed seductive, what motivated me most was that environment, unknowns, unknowns making love to me, unknowns watching me, because behind each mask hid the prohibited pleasure of each man, of each woman.
When I had the opportunity, I advanced to the center, slowly took off my dress, shoes, underwear, and stood naked in front of strangers and the powerful light that lit the scene seemed to burn my eyes, to the point where I couldn't distinguish the faces from the shadows.
A guy came up to offer me his cock and I started sucking it very tasty, I understood that the game had started
I hadn't imagined that I would end up doing it this way, a beautiful second cock was offered to me on my left, I had two to suck and only dedicated myself to doing it with desire, with those contained desires, it was beautiful, exquisite, I felt someone behind me, barely turned around a little Head to notice a naked older man with a mask, pay attention, our gazes crossed and I discovered those clear eyes of the older person who had spoken to me on the lower floor, like everyone else, I let him do it, I was concentrated on what I had in my left hand, and in my right hand
He penetrated me holding onto my hips, very deep, very big, to the point of making me emit a contained groan
I was with three strangers, no, already four, and a fifth one was preparing to join
The old man only changed position and inserted himself from behind, and I surrendered once more, to enjoy a tasty anal, that's what it was about
Without realizing it, I was outside myself, delivered and perceived that I didn't have control of the situation, I was just a piece of flesh in which the evils surrounding me satisfied their vices in all my holes, I saw myself, in a difficult-to-explain sensation, as if my soul had abandoned my body and looked from a high corner of the room, on one side, the image of my lost family arrived in my mind, taking me to the edge of tears, and I felt that this was paying for punishment, purging my guilt, but on the other hand, I felt the pleasure of being unique, of being observed, of seeking out those eyes one by one in the darkness that only satisfied what they saw, because any woman could be in that place, but I was the one who was
And my punishment had to be exemplary, unique, pain paid with pain, I was being subjected to double penetration, from in front, from behind, but it wasn't enough, between gasps I told one of those strangers to come again, I wanted more
I felt him adjusting himself, I felt him coming, it hurt me even more, but that pain was pleasure, I had a cock in my pussy, another in my ass, and now another one was arriving from behind, three were too many, I felt dying, I felt breaking, and the screams of crazy pleasure were only silenced when the others buried their cocks in my mouth
When they got tired of screwing me, I felt full like a wounded one the semen had been scattered across my body like a divine bath, like a punishment from hell, my face, lips, mouth, back, buttocks, vagina, legs, belly, breasts, hands.
I cleaned up as best I could; the scent of my skin smelled like a man, and it didn't matter who, after all, we were all strangers behind a mask.
At dawn, I met up with my friend as agreed, we got in the car and started driving back, leaving the masks on the backseat. Don't get me into the sexual details, but she told me to keep the medal for next time.
After that night, there would be another, and another, and another; I was just a peach skin, just another face among many, I tried more games, trios of women, sadomasochism, but always ended up the same, the pleasure of being watched by several men.
Time passed and I assumed I only stole ideas to be the owner of my own destiny.
This is the present; I have a secluded place where every night strangers of high level arrive, only men, always with masks to hide their identity, I am the only woman, I am the only one who shows my face, and always break the ice by dancing 'What Love Can Be' in honor of my beloved Mario, the theme with which he stole my first kiss.
The types of occasion usually leave me money, but for me it's the least; I just try to heal with sex the wounds that still hurt too much in my heart, erasing the memories of the family I had, of the woman I once was.
If you liked this story, you can write to me with title 'PEACH SKIN' at dulces.placeres@live.com
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