My Mom's Disgusting Boyfriend
Date: 17.06.2008
Keywords: My, Boyfriend, Mom's, Disgusting,
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There were other explicit pictures, close ups of her stretched cunt filled Other showed her beautiful face between a pair of spread legs, her mouth pressed on a wet pussy, while other women and men touched her.
I could feel him move behind me, his hand resting on my back and continue to move down, further down over my ass, caressing me. His hand came around, grabbing one of my breasts tightly. His hand abusing my tits, twisting my nipples, I felt like a toy for his amusement. I felt his hand reach for my ass, he was squeezing me tightly, digging between my asscheeks into my crack running over my anus. I felt his finger slipping through my wet slit, rubbing over my clit. I heart him laugh, telling me to look at the pics of my mother, that I was just like her. I felt so humiliated as I felt my asscheeks getting spread apart as he whispered, I knew he was going to use me again while he made me look at the pictures. I begged him to stop, but I felt his cock pushing, forcing in my ass.
I couldn't keep my eyes of the pictures, it was awful, I was shattered, so humiliating but it felt so erotic and sensual as I felt his cock, feeling him deeper and deeper, as he began pumping my hole, faster and faster, my body absorbing his thrusts. I heard his laugh, telling me to watch myself in the mirror, look at yourself slut, you are just a whore like your mother is.
It was soo humiliating, I offered no resistance to his assault, it felt so hot, he was using my body like a instrument, making me moan and scream, like the bitch in heat. Finally his body stiffened and he cried out filling me, giving me a organism like never before.
Later when he was finished, he was looking at me and told me, I think you need time to know what you want, I think you need to admit what you want out of life, that he was prepared to take me on just like he trained my mother and train me to be the slut I really want to be. That he demanded total obedience, that it was my choice. I did not resist anymore. I was past caring when he told me " are you ready to be my whore".
Later, in my room, I slipped out of the little clothes I had on, and I watched myself in the mirror and stepped into the shower and washed my body with nice soft soap, covering my body, soaping between my legs. But I could not help it; I was thinking about the pictures of my mother, I began to rub the soap over my wet body, I started to think about what happened in the stable, remembering the sexual humiliation in the library aroused again. It felt so good as I pleasured myself, inserting my finger and rubbing my clit, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I closed my eyes and twisted my nipples hard -- I saw the men in front of me -- I felt their hard hands on my breasts, how they squeezed them. I saw myself on my knees between them, their cocks in my face, hearing their rough voices, how they pushed me forcefully on the floor, on my back with legs spread wide open taking in their big cocks. I heard the voice of Ken saying, making me look in the mirror in his studio "Look in the mirror, you really are a whore are'nt you".
I could not stop myself. I needed the satisfaction, loving the intense feeling of fear and started to touch myself all over, moving my hand downward again between my legs, touching my tingling clitoris, squeezing it, making me feel so good: my hips moving; unable to stop; rubbing my clit faster and faster as I violently came. It was the pleasure I needed -- the slow masturbation while thinking of those men, like I often do, I still see them in front of me, touching my breasts, feeling my wet pussy, fucking me. Later just before going down for dinner, I could not resist; I lay at my bed staring at the ceiling and masturbated again, knowing that my uncle was right, just like Ken was when he told me my destiny was to be a high class whore.
Afterwards I put on the clothes I had chosen: a sexy black g-string a thin cut bra, silk black see-through stockings, a short mini skirt and a silk blouse. I put on some light make-up and combed my hair.
My World Awakens
That night after dinner we had been drinking Champagne; I always get very happy from Champagne and we were sitting in front of the fire. The servants were dismissed and my Uncle poured a second or a third glass of Cognac and he made me tell him how I lost my virginity with the tennis pro, with all the embarrassing details. He made me talk about my sex life, the different boys I had been with, how many boys I sucked off, everything about Claudio, Paulo and Ken and his friends and Mai-Lee.
Now I realize he was violating my mind, but at the time I felt completely helpless and he really enjoyed hearing this, making me to tell him all my dark secrets. He was playing with my mind, my desires, about my dark fantasies -- he was fucking with my mind.
He looked at me with his intense eyes and laid his hand on my knee, pushing his hand between my knees and once again I did not protest.
He started to humiliate me, abusing me verbally, how I was sitting there with my legs apart, commenting on my short skirt, that men could see my black thong, if I did know that black was the color for a whore, that I was a cockteaser, showing off my body and making my tits easily available to anyone, asking for sex.
I shook my eyes in silence, with tears in my eyes. Then he told me to stand up and made me walk to the middle of the room. As I was standing there in my high heels with my legs apart he made him tell him about Ken.
I told him how I danced and stripped in front of the mirror; raising my arms in the air, pushing my tits out, showing Ken what he called my merchandise, offering myself to him, my hips moving in and out and from side to side, watching myself in the mirror. How Ken made me play with myself, sometimes giving me ice cubes, making me touch my nipples and my pussy, finally pushing the ice cubes in my cunt. How he made me touch myself slowly, holding and lifting my breasts, and pinching my nipples, rubbing my pussy very slowly and toying with my clit, looking in the mirror, until I would cum for Ken.
I saw my Uncle smile and then he told me to open my blouse and take it off. I had no alternative; I just did what he told me, as he watched me I opened my blouse for him dropping it to the floor. As I was standing there he told me to take off my bra and I reached behind my back and unclasped it slipping it off, revealing my big firm breasts for him. He was watching me, watching my nipples become hard and erect. He smiled telling me, "You like this, being dominating, being humiliated, being punished, don't you, just like your mother does?"
"You like this, admit it, you are submissive and a slut-- you like to be ordered, being told what to do!" I looked at him and thought of Claudio and Ken who called me a whore and pulled down my thong dropping it down to my ankles and I told him, "Yes, I like it to be ordered." Then he told me sharply and commanding, "Take off the rest and slowly." I pleaded with him that I could not do it, but it was no use and I just did what he wanted.
He watched me as I unzipped my skirt, dropping it to the floor, looked at my bouncing tits, telling me to turn around. I tried to cover myself, but he told me not to stop, "sluts like you have no shame, showing off your body to men makes you hot, deep inside you need this, you like it don't you?"
Then he commanded me to spread my legs and to start playing with my tits and to finger myself. As he was watching me drinking his Cognac I started to massage my breasts, just doing the same things I did for Ken in front of the mirror, rolling my nipples and squeezing them, touching my stomach and started to touch my pussy lips, pushing two fingers in, playing with my clit like a bitch in heat until he stopped me.
Not much later I was standing in front of him and he put his hand between my legs; it was so humiliating when he told me, "spread your legs, slut". I knew what would happen; I was already soaking wet with anticipation, my nipples were tingling. What could I do? I just opened my legs and let him reached for my pussy. He made me feel so cheap telling me that after hearing all the things what Ken made me do: how he made me go out with his friends, how I sucked their cocks and how hot I felt when Ken called me a whore, how I liked it when men talked dirty to me -- what exited me most was to be called a whore!
He knew it the way I looked at him that I was a slut, Then he took my hand and he kissed me, telling me that sex is something to be experienced to the fullest, not to be rejected, that Ken was right.
I felt weak; I felt hot; I felt his demanding hands move and I spread my thighs for him letting him explore my pussy. I felt excitement. I felt lust; I had no control over myself, I responded by furiously French kissing him. Then he ordered me in front of the open fire and made me finger fuck myself while he watched, then he stopped me and forced me to beg for it, that I wanted him inside me, asking him to fuck him.
I lay there with my slim legs spread open wide and watched him as he knelt down between them staring at my hot cunt. His cock was big and heavy and he slowly pushed it inside of me, inside my soaking wet pussy. I began to move my hips, screaming when he filled me, responding to the absolute sensations, almost cuming when he filled me. He made me experience the most wonderful orgasms I had ever had before, he was a fantastic lover, the best ever.
It was animalistic passion and lust in its best form, how he kissed me, licked and squeezed my breasts, how he was pinching, sucking and biting my nipples, it was pure joy. I was completely helpless. He was fucking me hard and had fantastic staying power. It was beautiful the way his cock moved inside of me. He made me cum three times before he came and he started again. He was very skilful, playing my body like a violin, a beautiful violin -- he made me scream from pure pleasure.
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Keywords: My, Boyfriend, Mom's, Disgusting,
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