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i was looking at my last post and thinking about sex in front of other people. in some ways, i am performing, pleasing someone else, but mostly knowing me i like it just because it is so naughty. what makes you more of a dirty slut than fucking someone just so someone else can watch?
growing up with my real father, sex was something we didn't talk much about. you wait until your married. end of story. no need for discussion. my mom gave me the talk about the birds and bees, i knew mechanically how to and why people did it. but no one told me about orgasms. much less that sex should feel good. i learned that later from sneaking peeks at my step dad's porn mags. i could tell the people in the pictures were enjoying what they were doing. some of the women were obviously masturbating and i didn't need any more suggestions.
making myself come became a nightly thing, and i don't even know if i can bring myself to share what i was thinking about, but to be blunt, there was always something kinky involved, like in the magazines. when i was 14 away at boarding school, i had sex for the first time...in the church. it was quick, and i could tell he was in me, but it didn't feel good. he was just...there. i was disappointed, to say the least. after experimenting with a few more men, i came to the conclusion there was something wrong with me.
Christina was the first person to make me come, for awhile, i thought i was gay. but i was still so attracted to men, it confused me.
then i met Mike.
he didn't lie and say he loved me, in fact, the first night we slept together, i had just been on a date with his brother. we'd fucked in his back seat (no fireworks) when he ran out of gas and we had to stay at his place for the night. his older brother Mike was an artistic type, living in a renovated bus in his mom's driveway. one of the first things i noticed was how hot he was, long blonde hair, perfect body, he looked like a statue. he asked if i wanted to see some of his artwork, and pulled out an album. it was full of extraordinarily good drawings of women. naked, in lingerie, but never fully clothed. i asked him if he liked the female body, and he told me they were all women he'd slept with. seeing how thick the album was, and how many more albums there were, i didn't believe, and told him so. he put a video on of him having sex with a hot Hispanic girl who obviously liked it in the ass. he showed me a few other videos, and how many more video tapes there were. i was pretty shocked, the idea of having been with so many women, who obviously enjoyed it enough to let him tape it, made me more wet than i wanted to admit. it felt so wrong to be turned on by a guy, and i had just had his brother! but he didn't seem to care, i told him, but he just kept flirting and rubbing my back, asking questions about my sexual experiences.... i knew he wanted to. so did i. he asked if i'd ever had it in the ass, or had a spanking, or been whipped. we talked for a long time, looking back, i see the picture i was painting and understand why he went about it the way he did.
as we talked, he got out some massage oil and had me roll over on my stomach. before i knew it he was reaching under me to stroke my breasts, and nipples. pulling my clothes off he started undressing and pulled the covers up over us, keeping me on my stomach he nipped at my neck hard enough to hurt, pulling on my hair, he slipped a finger inside my dripping wet pussy, calling me a little slut that just wanted as much fucking as she could get. everytime i would begin to protest, he pushed my face into to bed to silence me, making it hard to breath. as a struggled half heartedly, he rammed his cock in me so fast it felt like i'd been impaled up past my belly button. i tried to cry out, but the pain was so intense, i could hardly catch my breath. with one hand he held my hair and with the other he reached around to my clit rubbing it furiously as his strokes gained force and speed. the pain inside coupled with the intense pleasure of him stroking my clit almost had me coming when he pulled out, and without warning began stuffing his monstrous cock in my ass. my face was shoved down into to bed so hard i couldn't draw a full breath, Mike would push it a little way in then pull back, almost all the way out, then plunge deeper than he'd been before. he kept this up until the full length was lodged in my ass, then he finally let my head turn to get a breath. he begain rocking back and forth, not pulling out very far before ramming it in full force. the hand on my clit moved lower, one finger, then two pushing into me up agianst my g spot. the feelings overwhelming my senses, part of me crying out from the pain, but a deeper, more primitive urge to take everything he gave over taking me, and i found myself pushing back against him as much as i could, pinned to the bed like that. as i got close to coming he pushed my head down, cutting off the air and riding the waves of pain into pleasure, i came for the first time with a man inside me.
afterward, he suggested we invite a friend of his to come videotape us fucking...maybe it was the "afterglow" of such intense coming, i doubt it. someone with my submissive nature needs to be owned, to obey his every whim suited me for a time, but how casually he treated my submission taught me more than he'll ever know.
that same week he started using a bullwhip on me, on my back, my ass, my thighs...his friend came over and videotaped us marathon fucking a few times. he'd sit there with the video camera pointed at us, one hand stroking his cock while i took it like a good little slut. i remember the feeling of having a cock ramming the daylights out of me, and another man watching the whole time. it made me feel like a dirty little slut knowing they would both be jerking off for years to these tapes. being the object of lust made me wetter, and made me come harder. i knew what i was doing was nasty, and i wanted more.