I want to welcome all those who are reading this level. My name is Anna and I am currently nineteen years old. I am a journalism student, which is probably why I decided to capture the case that happened to me a twelvemonth ago in a text. I decided to issue it on a site where such stories will find a reader.

It happened, as I have already mentioned, last class when I was almost a senior in high school. It was not easy for me to study, and exams were hanging over me like a dread violent storm cloud, open of striking with lightning all those who by their stupidity could not get wind the material of the school program. But despite all my fears about bad course, my soul led an extremely hedonistic life style. Daily meetings with girl, hangouts, and other activities, but highly unproductive activities took up all my fourth dimension to analyse. My boyfriend at the time ( I will call him Harry in the chronicle ) was very unhappy with my grades, because we wanted to enrol a prestigious university together, and he was afraid that I would not be able to study there. But as soon as I butter him up a footling bit, he quickly changed his wrath for mercy and temporarily put an end to his complaints about my education.

Above I briefly introduced you to my life at that time. One modal day, when I was talking to my friend ( Blessed Virgin ) on the sound and sharing my occasional worries about my field and next life history, she advised me of an interesting and, as I thought, easy way to make money, namely selling my erotic photos using a dating site.

- There are a lot of pervert out there, '' Mary said then, `` you can save money for college.

- What if Harry finds out, '' I wondered.

- He wo n't, '' my supporter said confidently, `` unless he 's out there looking for whore, '' she said and laughed so loudly that her mother, who was in the kitchen with dinner, took her mind off cooking to hint to her girl that she was n't alone in the apartment.

- And in superior general, communicate only with men over 35 years old, the chief money there, - said the assure jokester, - them many married men want without harm to the matrimony a short naughty and are willing to pay for it decent money.

The Virgin laughed out loud again, and when she heard footstep in the corridor, she said sayonara in a hurriedness, referring to some business. And I, in turn, was left alone with my thoughts, fueling my sake in this kind of salary. My head was assaulted with the theses that it was totally disgusting and wrong and that it was definitely not deserving it.

I lasted twenty-four hours. Already the next evening, my information processing system screen was spread to the website sluttyone.com. I did not like the gens, because you could not call me slutty, do not get me wrong, I love sex, but I am not the kind of person who can give herself to the world-class person she meets just to fill her pussycat. Despite my inside contradictions, my curiosity was no long subsiding. A mates of minutes to register and here I began to receive a huge number of offers to fit, date, and have sex. Of all such fans, I chose the most sexy-ideal men who were over thirty geezerhood old and offered to buy my virtual sex and zesty photo for the money. About lx percent of the sample agreed, and I could hit about a few hundred dollars in one day. This was an expected result. My appearing is decent and sexy : brown whisker with tumid lips, gymnastic build, though from fun I am quite far. And although at number 1, I was embarrassed and ashamed, after the 1st five clients I realized that this variety of intimate communication turned me on. Subsequently, I started caressing myself during practical sex to get the flop attitude and fulfil the guest with more than enough to stimulate his lust. This approach led to the fact that some of the men became my permanent patron. But even that did not seem to be enough. The truth is that it took a lot of clock time for beautiful pictures and intimate correspondence, and I had to postpone, as I thought for a while, my offline get together. My boyfriend suffered from this most of all. We had much less sex, because I often cum with clients, and it seemed too tiring to interrupt work, cram Harry 's schedule between socio-economic class and extracurriculars, and go out for sex.

For me and the men on the site, everything began and ended online, without very merging or sex. Although there were many offers and they started at a few hundred a Night. I hope you understood what I had to give them for that. The money was not bad, my price was like that of an elite group prostitute. With all that said, I did n't want to and, to be honest, I was afraid to go out with clients. But everyone has his price. One day I got an e-mail from a man whose profile said his name was john, he was fifty-four years old, and he was in the hauling business. He declined my offer of online sex, arguing that he was focused on `` real life '', but put forward a counteroffer : to maintain him company for an evening for a thousand buck. For me, this amount was quite magnanimous, ten days of work, after all. I dared to write him a message saying that I did not meet for sex for any money. He told me that he was n't even offering sex, but that he was paying me the money just to go to a eatery with him. A thou just to meet him ? Nonsense. But this man was persuasive and offered to video call me to make sure enough both that he was decent and that he could afford it. After thinking about it for a patch, I agreed. On the phone with John, I realized that he had money. How ? first of all, by looking at his flat. The marble floor and fireplace, the oldtimer columns, the gilded pendant, and so on. Every particular of his home looked insanely expensive. Our conversation with him was fun and relaxed, though I thought I would not be able to relax. We joked and laughed and still made an engagement two solar day later at the weekend. I only agreed because John made a really good impression on me. And what could be wrong with an ordinary meeting ? Especially if you get paid big money for it.

Before the encounter, I put on my makeup. I chose a bright one, even though I had originally planned to front as pocket-sized as possible. It was spring and quite dusty outside, but this did not quit me from choosing a loose leather chick above the knee, a blouse, a leather jacket, and heels. In light, I wore the in effect dress I had. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I found myself looking like an expensive slut, an image that had previously been disgusting and unacceptable to me. As I admired myself, I bit my bring down lip, lifted the edge of my skirt, and looked at the outline of my juicy ass, the half of which were separated only by slender panties. My telephone rang. A familiar name popped up on the screen, which meant it was clock time to derive out.

My parents were n't home for the weekend, so it was n't hard for me to sneak out looking like that. In the lag, a black Cadillac Escalade was waiting for me outside. I went to the car and opened its front threshold. Behind the wheel was a handsome man in a black polo-neck and pants, with a gold watch on his wrist.

- Get in, why are you standing there ? - he said and smiled.

- Hello, '' I could only awkwardly answer.

When I got in the car and closed the door behind me, I could smell the pleasant smell of his expensive perfume.

- It 's nice to see you in person, Anna. You 're even more beautiful in actual life story than in pictures.

- Thank you, '' I said embarrassed.

We drove for about half an hour, and during that meter I tried desperately to surmount the embarrassment that suddenly filled my body. Not long ago, I was still standing in nominal head of the mirror, enjoying my youth and gender, thinking that any man would fall at my metrical unit if I could spend even a fiddling of my spare time with him. But sitting succeeding to John, I realized how small and inexperient I was, trying to surprise a grown and wealthy man. John, at the same meter, exuded masculinity and self-confidence. He tried to make me lecture the whole way, joking and complimenting me. When we arrived at the restaurant, he turned to me and said :

- `` Well, here we are. I hope you have n't changed your psyche ?

- No, why would you say that ? - I blushed.

- When we were talking on the video inter-group communication you were very active, and now you 've been sitting almost silent for thirty minute. Are you uncomfortable with me ? Are you afraid I 'll deceive you ?

- No, I 'm comfortable, and I 'm not afraid. I 'm just a little embarrassed because we do n't know each other very well.

- Oh, that 's the point ! Phew, I thought you were going to run away, '' he said, smiling.

I do n't bang why, but it was at that moment that I felt equanimity and easy. That grinning was different from the one I 'd seen from him before. Maybe it was just my imagination at the time.

- Here, your money. get hold of it, so it 'll be less stressful.

I held out my deal and took the money. After that, we went to a restaurant. It was not a cheap seat, to put it mildly : luxurious inside, obliging waiters in beautiful causa, and live piano music.

- What kind of wine do you need ? - John asked me.

- Oh, I probably wo n't drink, my body does n't respond well to alcohol - I get drunk quickly.

- unspoilt vino does not take in you drunk, Anna, - said my familiar with a smile on his face.

Any wine gets you drunk. I realized this clearly after the second nursing bottle. Tasty, soft, flavorful, warming, yet still, boozer wine-coloured did its job, loosening my tongue and loosening my move. John and I danced several meter that Night. He behaved as decently as possible while dancing, keeping his hands exclusively on my waist. In routine, I put my hand on my partner 's shoulder and trusted him completely. following to him I felt so flimsy, yet completely protected from any turmoil of this world. The eventide was ending, and it was clip for me to go home.

- I 'll order of magnitude a car, '' John said, `` I ca n't drive anymore.

Ten minutes later, a black Mercedes S-Class pulled up to the door of the restaurant.

- Do you mind if I ride with you to your family, so to mouth, to see you off ? - John asked me.

- I do not mind, - I answered playfully.

We got into the car, and I noticed that inside it was not quite pattern. There was a wall between the number one wood and the bum passengers, like in a limousine, and the cabin itself seemed longer compared to the classic exemplar. The window in the sectionalization was closed.

- Does he recognize where we 're going ? - I asked.

- He knows, he 's been informed, '' toilet answered me with a sly smile.

The bootleg Mercedes pulled into the drive and sped through the streets of the city at night.

My newfound benefactor was mysteriously silent. And I drunkenly tried to adjust my chick, to carry through the remains of my decency. And then, he gently placed his hand on my knee and ran it down my second joint straight to my panties.

- Did you think I would n't note you were wearing stockings ? And you 're well prepared, '' he said with a look of lust.

- I was just, um ...

When I tried to explain myself, he pulled my torso toward him in a duo of warm movement and started kissing me on the lips. At that minute, something snapped in my capitulum. All persuasion of Harry, of my parents, of the fact that it was time to go abode, and of the fact that this cognitive process was beyond my morals were gone. In their blank space was a wild, animal desire for sex in the book binding of a figure Mercedes. I pulled myself closer to John the Divine and actively began to respond to his kisses. His fingerbreadth slid under the elastic set of my scanty, heading for my pussy. A few irregular later, his phalanx was sliding over my cushy labia, caressing my clit at the same time. My kitty did n't cover my growing desire and was treacherously doughy under toilet 's caresses, and he clearly felt it. When he was done with his pampering, he pushed all three phalanges of one fingerbreadth sharply into my vagina. I pulled away from his backtalk, gasping for air with my mouth, trying to oblige back the growing moans, but John Lackland took me by the throat and pulled me back to him. Wild pleasure spread through my soundbox even without the hot rooster inside me. Meanwhile, lav was undoing his belt and the button on his pants with his other hand. He did this quite deftly so that in ten bit I could already see his wiry cock. It was perfectly neat, with a big head, eight in. It was the first clock time I 'd ever seen a pecker like that in person. He took his hand out of his lace panties, gathering my hairsbreadth into a fist with it. Immediately thereafter, I felt his hand guide my head toward his phallus. When my lips were almost on his rooster, I smelled a pungent smell of sweat sundry with perfume and another scent unknown to me. It did not gross out me, but, on the contrary, aroused me wildly and eagerly. I slowly licked the head of his rooster, and then slowly began to put my rima oris on the giant.

- Oh, yeah, bitch ! I was beginning to reckon you would n't want to, '' whoremonger murmured softly, pushing the vertebral column of my head so that I could swallow his pecker deeper.

Despite my efforts, I only managed to touch my lips to his shaved pubic bone a couple of times, leaving a few classifiable marks on it with my red lipstick. In between oral pleasance to his penis, I licked and sucked his big, sweaty balls while I was wanking his peter. While I was school principal over heels in the process, John took off my jacket, unlaced my blouse, and savagely pulled my chest out of the cups of my bra without unbuttoning it, before he started stroking and fondling my tit with his right hand. After five minutes of intense blowjobbing, he started cumming violently in my mouth, pressing my nous so close to his cock that my lower lip was touching his scrotum. Hot cum filled my pharynx. At that moment I really wanted to rip my heading out of his hands so I would n't die, but, due to my strong-arm abilities, I could n't. He let his potency offspring down into me for a recollective time, after which his peter gradually began to go limp, and he leaned back in the hindquarters with a satisfied looking at. By then my pussy was so wet that I not only got my panties wet but also created a niggling pool in the leather interior. There was silence inside the car for a patch, diluted by my rapid breathing and John 's satisfied suspiration. But then the transonic deficit was broken by two taps on the bulkhead from the number one wood, which, like the car stopping, meant that we had arrived.

Tucking my bare breasts into my bra and looking out the window, I did n't see any familiar houses.

- Where are we ? - I asked my newfound partner.

- At my house, '' John replied, still reeling from his orgasm.

At this point, my nous, still reeling from the flush of lust, was beginning to understand that this man had not planned to bring me home so easily from the beginning of our meeting. He had paid me a lot of money, and he wanted to pull in it back a one C percent. Maybe it was just cent to him, though : a grand piano to fuck some underage working girl from the cyberspace. While I was in a thought process stupefaction, John tucked his cock back into his pants.

- Button up and put your cap on, '' he commanded as he finished tightening his belt.

I obediently began to button my blouse and looked around for the previously removed opus of clothing. I understood now why I did n't begrudge him and demanded that John take me home because I knew I had no way back. What 's Thomas More, my lust did n't disappear, but rather step up, mingling with fear, impuissance, and the belief that this was n't the end of tonight. After I got dressed, whoremaster opened the plump for room access of the car and invited me out of the vehicle by giving me a hand.

My supporter 's flat was in a fancy new building near the river. inside, everything reminded me of a hotel : a vast social movement anteroom that resembled a reception desk, a concierge sitting behind the sideboard, and a large ice lift. When we got to the 22nd trading floor, we walked down the corridor only a fiddling bit, stopping at the apartment with act one hundred and sixty-five. As Saint John opened the door, my eyes ran over his body and stopped, coming across a discrete prominence in the groin area.

'' A pretty roughneck guy for a man of his age, '' I thought then.

The threshold opened, and I saw the rich, but familiar, the interior of the apartment, from the instant I 'd spoken to the landlord over the video link. We stepped inside, and then the front room access closed behind me. A strong hand grasped my forearm and turned me toward him almost instantly. lav dug into my plump sassing with renewed vigor, trying to wrap his rough, gravelly clapper around my soft, girlish tongue. A second later, he had one hand on my waistline and the other on my juicy, firm ass. I could n't continue in the hallway, so lavatory took me by the rosehip and lifted my body so that my knee were next to his elbows, without stopping to buss me for a second. In this position, he took the slutty girl into the bedroom and laid her across the bed, and then he pulled up my wench, ripped my step-in off, and started licking my wet pussy. I could learn my female child squelching with delight and arousal, which made me moan, enjoying every feeling of lavatory 's knife on my labia. I promptly threw off my jacket and carelessly removed my blouse and bra, allowing me to caress my pink nipples. I crossed my wooden leg behind his back. John, apparently deciding that such caresses were not enough for me, added a finger to his tongue, intensely fucking my vagina with it. My snatch was tight and unstretched at the sentence, so the compounding of fingerbreadth and tongue gave me great pleasure.

- Oh, trick, hurry up, I 'm going to cum- '' Before I could say it, my whole body was shaking and throbbing.

- Good fornicatress, '' John said, wiping his mouth, `` give me your cunt.

I, still beating in coming, did n't discover his words at all, so he rolled me over on my breadbasket himself and slid his eight-inch cock into my pussy without delay.

- Ah ! - I screamed. - Do n't !

His big cock easily reached the wall of my uterus with each driving force, which was both very painful and incredibly satisfying. John 's big cock was just tearing my twat apart, creating mixed feelings in my headspring at the same time. It was n't even two minutes after the cunnilingus before I was violently cumming for the second time with my heart rolled upward. I had to pull out his cock out of me so that all the secretions could fall out quietly.

- What 's the subject, slut, did you cum again ? - John asked mockingly. - Do you like my dick ?

- Very much, '' I muttered. - More.

John slapped my ass so backbreaking I cried out.

- Beg me, you stupid cunt ! - he shouted.

- Please do n't stop, fuck me heavily ! - I said as clearly as I could, choking on my saliva.

He slapped my ass one More time and inserted his vast turncock again. This time I was already a little expend to his sizing, which allowed me to not be a veg during sex and at least understands what was going on around me. As I lifted my headland, I took a quick glance around the part of the sleeping accommodation that was uncommitted to me. The bedside mesa in detail caught my aid. But no, not with its gorgeous flavor or fancy contour. It had a framed photo of three masses on it : John, a woman his age, and a girl, probably a little older than me.

'' It 's probably his ex-wife and daughter he was telling me about in the restaurant, '' I thought at the time. He just left a image of them as a memento after the divorce. ``

And it would sustain been all right if the figure had n't been engraved :

'' To my beloved married man from wife and daughter, Jan 2022. ``

'And now it 's December of that Saame yr. Gospel According to John said he divorced his married woman long time ago, so it turns out he hid that he was married ? ! ``, these idea swirled incredibly awkwardly in my head as the man used both hands to thrust my ass on his cock.

- Yes, Alice, yes, my girl ! - Clenched his teeth, he muttered.

'' Alice ? Who is she ? ``

As I looked at the photo, I noticed that the girl standing next to John looked strikingly like me.

'' Alice ! I remembered ! That 's the daughter of the man who 's fucking me, apparently, right in his crime syndicate bed. He was telling me about her while we were having dinner. So while we 're having sex, trick imagines he 's fucking his own girl ? ! ``

My mind, heated by lust and alcohol, took this entropy in an unusual Light Within. I knew that I should be extremely outraged that the man who was fucking me now had first lied to me about my divorcement and then imagined that he was fucking his own daughter instead of me, but for some reason, it excited me wildly.

- Yes, come on, daddy, fuck me harder ! - I declared in a shakiness voice.

- Oh, arch your backbone, infant !

John squeezed my breasts in his hands and accelerated his thrusts. My organic structure was throbbing in go, but at the same time, I felt like a dirty slut : cheat on my fellow, sleeping with an former, marry man for money, and playing the part of his daughter in the sex. This all sounds unacceptable and dotty to a rule person, but at that minute this information worked on me better than any aphrodisiac.

- Oh-h-h-h, '' John moaned from behind me. - I 'm coming !

- Stop ! Not in me.

Before I could land up my condemnation, I felt a powerful current of cum Menachem Begin to make full my vagina. My pussy, unable to hold out the feelings bubbling inside me, began to cum, too. My knees could n't check me any longer, so I collapsed onto the bed. John 's hot sperm spurted from my vagina onto the bedclothes. I cramped from the violent sexual climax, after which I just passed out.

To be continued ...