Hi, I’m a horny soul like you. I felt love was the most beautiful thing that could happen to one, but it was just a mirage.
There’s nothing that will last forever. This story is about lust. You can do anything to feed your lust and satisfy your ego.
I have had sex with married women. It satisfies me because women who act pure are cheaper, even if they lust after others. I love to satisfy them, make them moan, and beg for me.
Riya is a 19-year-old teen chick who has tasted my cock and become addicted to it. She’s been my slut and my slave.
I showed her the true meaning of domination and mastery. I would make her call me dad while fingering. Our relationship started virtually, but now she begs for my cock and cum.
To be honest, Riya knows everything about me. She was more than a slave to me, but I can’t hurt myself by getting attached to her; she’s too young.
Rita’s view:
Five days have passed, and he has not given me any sign.
It’s raining. I miss him. It’s raining. I want his warm breath on my neck. With a trembling hand, I touch the steamed glass and scratch a few words. I dare, and I call him. With the phone in my hand, I walked alarmed through the house, waiting for his voice.
I am in front of the mirror. When I became a ghost, the blue eyes with grey reflections lost their shine. The silver hair slides smoothly on the breasts and down the waist.
He does not answer. It’s late at night.
From my perspective:
When I first saw her, I got stuck. It was too much. I did not know what to do. She was angelic with beautiful eyes, fleshy and wet lips, and a few freckles on her pug nose. If I had not guessed the voluptuous forms, I would not have given her more than 15 years.
I learned from some friends that she was much younger than me, 19 years old. That nobody gets at her nose, and she is a student of medicine. Two weeks, I told them. And that’s how it lasted until I got her.
I caught her in the same cafe where I had seen her for the first time. I went straight to her and said, “I want you just for me. I’d love to discover you, but now I do not have time.”
I left her a phone number, and I left. The same evening, she called me. I was somehow disappointed. I was expecting her to make it harder than that. Since then, we have stayed together. She often dazzles me when it comes to me. You know, I have a passion, and I do not accept any other relationships.
I still remember our first evening. She did not say for a second that she was a virgin. After we had dinner, we went to my place. As I was driving, I put my hand on her thigh. I was climbing higher and tighter, and I felt her muscles tightening.
When we arrived, I opened the door and helped her get out of the car. I stuck her in the car, and I kissed her tightly. I gripped her butt tightly and squeezed his earlobe. I took her hand and went into the house. I was burning with impatience. I wanted to put her on the floor and fuck her hard.
Nothing else. I could not imagine where all the arrogance and resistance she had been praised for disappeared. I turned on the music. I saw her anxious. I poured some wine, and soon the atmosphere was relaxed.
I put my hands under her dress, and I barely touched her pussy. It was wet. I put her panties down. She was shaking. She was as cold as ice, and her face went pale suddenly.
“Divyashree, are you all right?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she said flatly.” Just be careful.”
I did not understand what she meant and continued. I gave her the dress down. I climbed onto the bed and put my head between her legs. I sucked her clit, area and started licking the vagina. She moaned, sniffed, and sighed, stretching the sheet.
My penis hardened when I heard her. When I felt she was horny enough, I climbed with kisses on her abdomen. I gathered her breasts and began to massage them as I kissed and chewed her lips.
She grabbed my shirt, took it down, and then stood as before. She was doing nothing. I took a nipple and started sucking and chewing it until she moaned. I got naked and put on a condom. She was staring, frightened at my cock that was staying up. I was no longer resisting.
I pulled her legs away, gathered her buttocks, and got inside her. It was so tight, and something was preventing me from coming in. She smelled of perfume and salt, and the cold sweat bobbed on her forehead. Then I understood that she was a virgin. My heart was like a flea. I did not know what to do. I stopped.
“You had to tell me,” I said sarcastically. “If you want, we’ll stop.” I continued calmly.
She opened her scared eyes and stared at me for a few moments. She put her cold hand on my shoulder and leaned my head close to her mouth.
“Just be careful,” she whispered.
I walked in again and started to penetrate. She was crawling under me. I took her hands and put them over my head. Then I penetrated hard. She yelled, and two tears leaned over her cheeks. I went deeper and deeper; I started to explore and conquer.
It was tight, so tight, and the walls of her vagina were tightening my penis. I did not resist, I cum, and I moaned. I caught her in my arms, held her tight, and kissed her tears. I watched her and did not know what I was feeling. Attraction, mercy, pride, and affection.
She was trembling slowly. I wrapped her in my arms and whispered, “I’ll be fine. I’ll take care of you. I want you just for me.”
She turned her head and finally smiled. “I’m just yours.”
Together with me, she reached the heights of pleasure on nights of love. Together with me, she reached strong orgasms. She taught her to kneel to get her ass punished.
I still remember how hard her message excited me after her first severe punishment, “I hope you have forgiven me. I can hardly stand down. I feel you present with every trace I have.”
I had so much confidence in her! When she told me she kissed another, I almost went crazy. I just wanted her for myself! She asked for his punishment, and I gave it to her. And yet I couldn’t…
I was fucking another. I was excited just because I watched the belt spanking her white buttocks and heard a groan from her just because I saw her tears. And she was there.
I like to do this from time to time, to sleep with other women. That made me feel like a man. I wanted to have her as a good woman, to have her permanently. And I had her because she did not sleep with another, but she would discover other penises.
I was aware that she would not just stay with me. I asked her why she chose me to be the first, and she did not want to answer me. The truth is that it does not count. She was the first woman in my life who was a virgin, and I liked that I had such an experience.
The days spent beside her were becoming prettier. I began falling in love with her. She was an important woman, and I put her first. Next to her, I saw the future, even though I had never thought about it before. I was even thinking of asking her to be my wife.
I prepared for the moment when I was going to ask her, but I did not get to buy her a ring. For a while, I did not feel her so close to me anymore, and we started to argue. Our loving nights were not so intense anymore.
Our sex parties ended with nothing spectacular. Sometimes we fell asleep in each other’s arms. I asked her if something had happened, and she never told me the truth.
One autumn day, however, I found out she had someone. She did not love me anymore. She wanted to live her life with someone else. She wanted to try what it was like to be with another man. I appreciated her sincerity, but I suffered.
Now I understood what the women who had passed through my life felt. I left them after I slept with them and left them for other women instead. I recently found out she was alone again. I want to bring her alongside me right now, but I need to heal myself.
Life always gives you a second chance; use it wisely. There’s nothing more beautiful than love. A love with lust always makes you feel soulful. This is the first part of the new Master and Slave. Whom will I fuck next, my ex or Riya?
I’m waiting for your texts. If you’re ready to surrender and taste Daddy’s or Master’s tasks, reach me at [email protected].