A number of messages that I 've recently received, inspired me to write this unretentive narrative. I 've used a lot of the expressions and ideas that those messages conveyed. I hope that those men who like this kind of matter, will savour my slight tale.


It 's amazing really, how I, who always looked on sexual love as something beautiful and tender and afters, should be drawn into something so degrading and awful.
Anyhow, to secern you how it all came about, I 'll go right back to the beginning.

I was happily married, and still am for that matter, but liked to explore porno sites on the net ; and not only to explore them but to also babble to the aphrodisiacal men who frequented those foul sites.
Of form I should n't bear been there at all. My husband would n't have been very glad about it had he found out. But then, it was after all, no more than just talk, it was n't as if anything was actually happening, although I do admit to having been excited enough to masturbate sometimes. Nevertheless, the fact remains that this was what I did.

One particular man began writing to me, and I always wrote back enthusiastically enough. At first of all his substance were very polite and nice, but I admit that I quickly began to get bored with them, because, after all, it was a sex site and I wanted more than just everyday chat.
Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I began wondering how to get rid of his tending. The best way was to simply become remiss in replying to his messages, and then after a while they 'd just die a natural death.
I began to follow that tack, taking twenty-four hour period to respond to each of his content.
Whether he sensed this waning of my interest, or whether he 'd planned it all along, I do n't know. I only know that there was a sudden alteration in his mode of writing.
I received a message from him, in which he said, `` you have to admit that adult female like yourself, who come here, are really just sluts, are n't they. ``
Well of course he was quite aright in his assertion. I wrote back, perhaps a fiddling bit too quickly, and made some offhand honorable mention to what he 'd said, and did in fact agree with him.
heterosexual person away I received another message in which he opened by addressing me as `` Slut Yvonne '' followed by a smiling face to make it look as if it were just a jape. Even though he tried to elapse it off as a put-on though, he twice more in the subject matter, referred to me as a slut.
fountainhead I must admit that this very slight change had the burden of arousing my interest once more, and so I wrote back more promptly once again.
His next message was much more what I was looking for on that site. He talked openly of sexual things, continually referring to me as `` slovenly woman '', and even calling me a `` unclean slut '' and a `` filthy loose woman '' - something that excited me tremendously.
It must cause been obvious to him that I took no offence from his way of talking, and in fact he perhaps saw that I was excited by it. He spoke openly of everything sexually perverted, and made the most usurious suggestions, saying, `` a foul slit like you would like that. ``

It embarrasses me to severalize that I was thrilled by his smutty talking, but I guess that 's the beauty of the net is n't it, one can really let go and express their unfeigned feelings.

This mode of talking went on for some workweek in which our message were passed almost daily. There came though, a boost modification in his glide path towards me. He initially spoke in much the same nervure that we 'd become used to, but then he said, `` What I 'm really looking for though, is not just a dirty slut like yourself, what I want is a filthy cunt who is really roll in the hay depraved, somebody who I can treat as a sub-human animal, a filthy roll in the hay pig, a sow to be fucked and abused. ``
I was a bit stunned. I enjoyed the dirty public lecture that we 'd previously employed, but gosh, this was really over the top.

It was a fact that I did n't write back for some days, not because I was turned off by what the guy wrote, I just did n't roll in the hay how to reply and what to say about his words.
Because of my slowness in replying, he thought that I was turned off because of what he said. He wrote, apologising for saying such things, but I then wrote back telling him the truth, that my late response was simply because I was a bit shocked and was n't quite sure what to say in reply.
If I 'd been stunned by his previous message, what followed was many fourth dimension more shocking.

'' Yvonne, you dirty, depraved, fucking whore-pig-cunt, '' he wrote, `` you love being my filthy fucking sensual do n't you bitch. ``
I was stunned. I read his Bible over and over. I was amazed at myself for feeling so tremendously aroused by his degrading, opprobrious writing.
My mind struggled to empathize why I felt so unrestrained. I am not really a women's liberationist, far from it I suppose, but I do believe in feminine par, and yet this message that so thrilled me, was so debasing and demeaning.

His substance continued in this vein for some weeks. clock time and again I was disgusted at myself for outlay time with someone like that, but again and again I went back to it.
Because of my carry on attendance to his messages, he became even tough in the things that he said to me, then after a unretentive clock time he told me that I was, `` such a filth pig and a shtup whore '' that I would n't be capable to help myself, and would have to meet up with him.
Of course I ignored this, knowing that I could never see someone like that.
How haywire I was. His substance had me mesmerised. `` When is a good time for me to come ? '' he asked me, `` I want to pass water in your face and fuck your throat, '' he wrote.
I wrote back unconvincingly that I would n't.
'' You 're fooling yourself bitch, '' he replied, `` you 're fucking gagging to work out my balls and suck my ass before I fuck the shit out of you. ``
I knew that it was reliable, and I simply wrote the one parentage, `` any Saturday. ``
'' That 's Thomas More like it cunt, '' he wrote. `` Can you get to the motel Hi-point sometime after lunch ? ``
I knew of the place. My hands trembled as I typed one Book - `` yes. ``
He told me how we 'd meet.

After that I could n't get the thought of it out of my head. Again and again cerebration of the theory came into my judgement. A dozen prison term a day I told myself that it was crazy and that I would n't go through with it, but I knew that when the sentence came, I would n't be able to help myself.

The day came. All morning I felt a keen neural tautness within my idea and body.My husband is involved in sporting activities, and at about eleven in the dawn, he went off.
Left alone, and with the destine clock time approaching, I was now filled with tremendous hullabaloo. Still I kept telling myself that it would be madness to go through with it. I showered, dressed in my aphrodisiac underclothing, and spent a foresighted time with my makeup.

Leaving the family, I walked to the corner, and soon found a cab. I did n't devote the motel address, instead I asked to be taken just nearby to it. I noticed that my hands where physically shaking as I paid the cabbie.
I stood still on the paving material as the cab drove off.
No, no, this is madness, you ca n't possibly do it, I told myself.
Turning in the direction of the motel, I could see it just a brusque distance along the street. I began to take the air along the pavement, in that direction.

On coming to the motel, I glanced in at it. The curtains and doors of the building block were all closed. Was that man in there, perhaps looking out and watching me, I nervously wondered.
I hesitated, then began to walk on, but after a few dance step stopped again and walked back, and stood next to the motel sign as I 'd been told to.
Glancing again along the motel front, I half decided to plow and fly the setting. Yes, it was crazy I suddenly made up my idea. I took a match of whole tone as I made a move to get away from there. Just then, one of the motel door opened, and a guy stepped out. I was suddenly riveted to the spot, my head in a go and my heart pounding.
He was looking towards me and grinning broadly. He only took a stair or two out of the motel threshold, then beckoned to me to come.
I was trembling all over. I hesitated for just a fraction of a second, then turned towards him and walked deliberately forward.
Being confirmed that I was the woman that he 'd been expecting, his grin now turned into a lecherous leer.

'' I was n't sure enough you 'd come, '' he said quietly as he took my arm and led me into the motel room.
Stepping thought the room access, I gasped and uttered a cry of stupor. There before me were two more men, both grinning lecherously.
Turning quickly back towards the door, I was just in time to see the first man closing it securely.

The men descended upon me. tercet couple of unsmooth hands rapidly stripping my clothing from my body. I did n't resist, I just stood there transfixed by fear.
I was naked. My natural inherent aptitude were to brood my slit and breasts with my workforce, but they were swept out of the way as the men felt my thighs, my bottom, my tit. Fingers slid into my ever so wet and slippery pussy, exploring inside. My breast were squeezed and mauled roughly.
Now the men were stripping. Big, hard, hairy, masculine bodies. My eyes devoured their big, hard cocks that swayed out stiffly before them.

'' Get down cunt, and suck me, '' one of the men said gruffly as his grievous paw pushed me to the floor.
My hand took his glob and lightly held them. I leaned forward. My brim parted and I slid my mouth over his wonderful, big, tough cock.
Oh God, it 's happening, I thought to myself.

I hardly had time to take up up and down that marvellous cock, before I heard one of the men say, `` get the slut onto the bed. '' I was bodily manhandled and fell back across the bed where I 'd been dumped. Instantly hands were on the inside of my thigh and spreading my legs. At the Saame time my caput was straddled and the Saame magnificent cock entered my lip at the same mo that I felt my pussy being penetrated.

Oh my God, this was more than ever I 'd imagined. I felt my body and brain relaxing. I moved my legs further apart and brough then up into the air, either side of the big, wondrous man who was fucking me so lustfully. I sucked firmly and lovingly on the putz in my oral cavity. I felt the hands of the one-third man mauling all over my consistency. I was in heaven.

'' Suck my formal bitch, '' the man sneered as he pulled his cum dribbling dick from my bore mouth. I opened my mouth panoptic and carefully took his big, hairy, hanging glob into my mouthpiece, lapping around them with my tongue.
'' Now lick my ass you dirty fucking whore, '' he growled as he eased his balls from my lip and moved forward to present his anal retentive hole to me.
My heart was pounding. This was filthy, but I wanted to do whatever these men wanted.
I tipped my head back slightly so as to enhance my back talk to the man 's hole.
A slight odour of dusty sweat filled my anterior naris. My lips encircled that disgusting function of this guy who was straddling my mouth. I slid my lingua out and lapped across his hole. I was filled with luxuria at the thought process of such primitive debauchery.
'' piece of tail yes, lick my shit kettle of fish good you fucking whore, '' I heard the man grunt up above me. I did indeed salt lick him good.
This was so loathsome and disgusting, but I was so worked up that I would do anything that these men asked of me.

'' Let 's saliva roast the fornicatress, '' I heard one of the men suggest.
I was laying across the bed, with my principal wall hanging backwards over the border of the mattress, and being mouth fucked as the man suggested this latest musical theme. The dick immediately was pulled from my mouth, and a sharp slap on my thigh was accompanied by a growling order for me to get on my hands and knees.
I obeyed with alacrity, and my head was roughly grasped in the large mitt of one of the men. His shaft pushed its way deeply into my mouth, while at the same time I felt deal grasping my hips, and my pussy being penetrated by another gravid, hard cock.
My every dreaming was coming rightful. I gave myself in totality to these three men, not that I needed to present, because they were taking whether I wanted it or not - but I did want it, oh how I did so want it.

The game of being tongue roasted went on for some time, with the men frequently interchanging their military position of whether they were fucking my mouth or my pussy.
Eventually a new delight was introduced into the secret plan, when one of the men announced that he was going to `` make love her up her ass. ``
Oh my good, what a filthy thing I felt myself to be, but that was exactly how I wanted to feel.

My ultimate abasement came when I was made to sit on one man 's large cock, so that it penetrated right the way up inside my bottom, then to lay back on top of that man, while the other two lie with my mouth and snatch. Oh how wonderfully delicious I felt with those three men 's dead body pressed hard against mine, and with their gorgeous cocks all inside my soundbox at the one time.

I was manhandled this way and that, pushed into this position and then that office. I was being treated not like a person, but like some play matter for the men to use. I loved it. Their bodies surrounded me, pressing against me, hands mauling me, cocks in my mouth, my pussy, and my rear, at times all three at once. It was improbable that this was happening to me. I was driven to a delirium of lust and I wanted more than and Sir Thomas More of this tremendous treatment.

I was delirious with lecherousness. These men could do anything at all with my consistency, and I would have intercourse whatever they did. I was panting and gasping, choking and gagging on cock, lustfully pumping my trunk back and forth onto tool up my twat and up my bottom.
When I 'd first entered the motel room, and had found that there were three men rather than just the one who had brought me in off the street, I had been terrified and feared for my safety. Now though, I was totally loosen up and unforced to return myself to them for their perverted and defiling secret plan with me.

I was fucked and fucked and fucked in every potential way. I sucked and licked and kissed, and in fact gave everything that I could to the men.

Eventually it was over. The men had all cum in grunting, groaning, frenzied passions of lust.
I lay there wanting more. How could I ever be satisfied by my married man again .