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the second that man walked through the doors of my friend’s house, i knew i had to have him.
and i was right.
A simple phone call and some witty conversation later, i’m at his house while his wife is away...
He stared at me intensely, with dark eyes and a casual romantic smile. His mouth was tempting immediately, his lips moved
and formed shapes that ignited fires within me. I could feel myself being flushed, and my heart was racing. I barely contained
myself, we spoke of fires and car crashes and candle wax. Once I thought I couldn’t take anymore of this unusual,
but nonetheless painfully arousing conversation; he grabbed my face and began kissing me.
Within minutes he was kissing me all over, grabbing me, immediately I felt bounded by his touch. My whole body ceased
to exist, I was aware of sensations that I thoroughly enjoyed, but i knew his body a lot more than i did mine. Already I
was dying to have him inside me, as hard as he could go. He growled into my ear, he commanded me, “Slave.”
I had already been previously trained, so my instincts caused me to release myself entirely. There was something about him
I knew I could trust, and even if I couldn’t trust him, I wanted to anyways, as long as his hands were on me.
“Get naked,” he growled again, and stood up.
“Yes Master,” I always tried to be a good slave, all I want was for my master to be pleased. So
I undressed myself completely, and stood before him with my arms behind my back.
He started running his hands all over my body, worshipping it, exploring it. He grabbed it so hard I found out later
he left finger-print bruises all over my breasts and inner thighs. I laid down on the couch by his command, and he spread
out my thighs. Within four minutes I had received the first orgasm I had ever been able to manage while a man went down on
me. But he didn’t stop. He continued lapping and sucking and I don’t even know what he did, he changed
his motions and oh man, I can’t even describe it. It felt so unbelievably good, and it never felt exactly the same
for more than a minute.
He didn’t stop for almost an entire hour. By now I was completely flushed, sweaty, exposed, and he still had
all his clothes on!
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erected cock. I instinctively grabbed it and started sucking on it, as best
as I could. I tried to be better than I ever had before, I wanted him to be pleasured as much as he had just pleasured me.
I just kept going and going, using all my skills, lips pursed, tongue moving, lots of saliva, sucking it and licking it.
When he decided he’d had enough, he grabbed me up, carried me over to his bedroom, then threw me onto the bed.
My mouth was sore and so was my clit, my pussy was throbbing in anticipation. I desired him more than I had desired anyone
else.
He quickly took his shirt off and threw his pants to the side.
He climbed on the bed, grabbed my wrists in one of his hands and pinned them up above my head. His face really close
to mine, he pulled in and growled, “You want this dick little girl?”
“yes!” I practically begged.
“Are you sure you can this dick?”
“yes! please! yes!” breathlessly, I wanted him so intensely. His eyes glared into mine, I felt like
he could see inside my soul. All at once he trusted inside of me. I screamed out immediately. His eyes were still locked
on mine as he pulled out and continued to thrust. He was really well endowed.
“You think you could handle all of this dick you dirty little girl?” he growled into my face, still
glaring into my eyes, still pinning my arms up above my head. I already deemed it impossible for me to stay quiet. Wait,
ALL of it? I was shocked, I wasn’t getting ALL of it yet? Jesus Christ, I thought, what is he doing?
But, I liked it hard, and I was definitely intrigued, and yes, I was a dirty little girl.
“Yes, I want all of it Master, fuck me,” I managed to breath out.
“Alright then, Slave, take this cock”
Immediately he started pounding me, I felt at least twice as much inside me as before. I screamed a high pitched scream
out of surprise at first. I felt him piercing up through my stomach. It was the deepest anyone had gotten in me at that
point. I felt myself orgasm on the first thrust, and many, many more.
He let go of my wrists and turned onto his side. He entered me sideways and grabbed my legs to thrust harder. I was
screaming as he filled up inside me. My whole mind went blank, all I knew was he felt good. the whole time I felt him staring
at me, watching me enjoy him, getting off on it. That was perhaps the biggest turn on of all.
We kept changing positions and by the time we were finished, it was six hours later. When he finally finished, I was
downright exhausted. My entire body was trembling, and I was soaked in a mixture of our sweat, as well as lots of orgasms.
He smiled at me breathlessly, that romantic, pretty, trustworthy smile. His eyes still looked at me, but with less intensity.
In his eyes I saw release now, as well as a little bit of insecurity. He was a good man in a bad place, and I could see
his sorrow.
I fell in love with him in that moment, I knew from the first second I saw him I had to have him. I became his slave
instantly, and he began to take more and more control over me. Each time I saw him I had bruises, and a bunch of times I
had wounds. But he was a married man. And I was a 16 years old, dirty little girl.
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