Sex Slave

After reading several stories published on the net, I was excited to report something that happened to me months ago. My name is Isa, I'm 30 years old, I've been married for five years, light brunette, long, smooth hair, brown eyes, 1,67, 56kg, and I have a beautiful 3-year-old girl, I love my husband, but I'm cheating on him, as a result of a series of factors that have escaped my control, and I'll tell you next. Four months ago, I was alone on a weekend because my husband had gone away from his work. On a Saturday afternoon I called Amanda, a friend who was also married, and she found out that I was alone and asked me out to the movies and then had a pizza, just me and her, to catch up. As we agreed, Amanda stopped by my house at 19.00 p.m. and we drove to the mall, got there, went to a diner, ordered something to eat and drink and stayed talking. At one point, Amanda suggests that instead of going to the movies, we go to a bar she knew, because there we could continue our conversation, a suggestion that I accepted at the time, barely knew where I was getting myself. We left the mall and went to the so-called bar, arriving there I noticed it was a two-story house, very discreet because it wasn't bright, and then I looked suspicious at Amanda, and she said: - What? Hey, all right, relax and enjoy the night. We went in and we sat at a table in a corner, started analyzing where I was. It was a beautiful and chic place, a nightclub where executives came to enjoy a happy hour, I saw a lot of women who looked like models and knew after that on their second floor they were rooms, for couples to go have their little parties. Of course, I stayed out of life when I knew where I was, but it was too late to complain. Amanda felt that I was upset, left the table and went to talk to two men who were at another table, it seemed they already knew each other, and soon returned accompanied by the two. I grabbed her by the arms and went to talk to her in the bathroom, ask her for explanations: - Chill out, I come here a lot, you just do what you want, nobody's gonna make you do anything. - If you like someone, just go upstairs and have sex with them. She ended up convincing me and we went back to the table and we were talking and drinking, and I realized that they were already a little high, and I also saw that Amanda and the guy were flirting, after a while, without saying anything to me, they got up and went towards the stairs. And I was unbelieving, not believing what I was seeing, and I didn't know what to do, whether to go after her and try to change her mind or to stay where she was. And then the other guy cheered up, and he started asking me up, too, tried to hug me, and then I pushed him, told him I wasn't going anywhere with him, that I was just gonna wait until Amanda came back after I left. But that was for nothing, because he didn't even care what I was talking about and he continued to his advances, trying to kiss me and touch me. One moment he put his hand under my skirt and straightened my legs and started to climb up with it, then I yelled at him, told him once again that he was not in the mood for anything and that he was to leave. To what he said: - It's okay. All right, you just pet my member a little bit, and after that I'll leave, okay? - You must be crazy!! - I screamed, and he said: - What? So I'm gonna stay here and try to convince you to come up. - It's okay. Okay, if I do what you ask, will you promise to leave later? He agreed to a nod. I then put my hand over your pants and started caressing your limb. It was the first time in the last five years that he played another man. I felt the volume grow under my pants with the caresses and to my surprise, I started to get excited and enjoying it. Encouraged by my affections, he began to kiss my neck, inviting me to go upstairs and continue in the room, I without much argument told him yes, that I would come up, but that I would have to go to the bathroom first. But instead of going to the bathroom, I went to the door and asked them to call a cab, because I was determined to go home before I did something that I regret later. When I arrived in my building, I opened the garage gate, because I was going to go through it, so that the night doorman wouldn't see me coming in a taxi, and commenting on something later. That's for a car, and that guy came out of the club because he followed me. He's already out of the car cursing me, talking out loud. I froze right away, my heart went off, that's all I need right now, this guy making a scene in front of my building, a person I barely knew, I didn't even know his name. I tried to use common sense, told her I was married, that I'd been there by mistake with a friend. But he didn't even care, he called me a slut, and that he'd rolled him up, made a fool of him, and that I was supposed to do what I had promised in that bar to do with him. We started an argument, drawing the attention of the people who passed by. He said: - What? We'll go to a motel and then I'll leave and never bother you again. I called him crazy and told him I wasn't going to no motel. He then started walking towards the gate, I ran and held him by the arm and asked him what he was going to do. He said he'd ask the doorman what my apartment was, see if I was really married, and then have a talk with my husband and tell him where we met. - Come on, don't do this to me, you're gonna ruin my marriage. He then said: - It's okay. All right, here's what we're gonna do, we're gonna go to your garage, you blow me, then I'm gonna go. I didn't have much to argue with, I ended up agreeing, and getting there we leaned on a car, he immediately opened the zipper and put his limb out, I then squatted, and with some reluctance I ended up putting it in my mouth and started sucking, I didn't have to do much, because a few minutes later my mouth was full of sperm from that unknown. I got up and he grabbed me and said, - Let's have a quickie. And already putting your hand under my skirt, bouncing my ass. I was very excited about that unusual situation, but I was also very frightened by what might happen to those acts. But I changed tactics, got more affectionate, but decided not to have sex with him at all, told him we weren't wearing a condom, that I'd suck him again and then he'd be nice like I was and go away. He was a little drunk, he said he wanted to suck me, too, something to allow him to do, and then I took off my panties at this point wet and sat under a hood of a car, he sucked me in a way that I had no sense in times, and I with my hands pushed more and more his head towards my vagina. Minutes later he tried to penetrate me, but I was light and I didn't let him, but I started masturbating until he came again. Then he cleaned himself up, kissed my face and went away satisfied, I was relieved to go towards the elevators. I went back to my normal life, and the next day, Amanda called asking me what happened last night and why I left. I said: You still ask me!! How can you do this to me? Then he also said that you've had sex with almost every guy who goes to a club that you don't even charge for. I told her I was hurt and that she was supposed to forget me, that friends don't do that to each other, and I hung up. Two days later, when I went out with my daughter at night for lunch, I realized the doorman was acting weird, I felt like I wanted to say something, but I was reluctant. Doubts surrounded my mind: "Did he hear or see anything?", I tried to remember that night and remember if anything he might have seen, but nothing that fits him passed me. I thought: "It must be something else. That night is last and I will try to forget too", but I was wrong, because the other day, when he left, he came to talk to me. He told me he saw what I had done that Saturday night. I felt the world collapse, but I stood firm, and I called him a liar, and that could make him lose his job. He asked me to walk him to the lobby, have something to show me. Coming up, he turned on a monitor and showed a video he had recorded showing everything that had happened in the garage that night. He told me that he saw me arguing with that man and that he saw us coming through the garage, but he hadn't heard the elevator go up, and he thought it was some kind of kidnapping. So you got worried and you monitored the remote-operated video cameras installed in the garage and you're gonna record everything that happened. I've been cooking and I've run out of speech, and I can't think straight, and I'm running out of room, and I've been waiting for the elevator, and I don't know what to do, but I've got it together and I've come back to talk to him. Mr. Pedro, I know you're a good, hard-working person. I also know you need money, right? He thought a little bit, and he said: - Dona Isadora, it's not about money, it's not what I want. - I want you to do to me what you did to that boy last Saturday, and of course, a little more. - Oh, my God. You think I'm what! - You must be crazy to think that. And I ran away, went to my apartment. I thought a lot about everything that had happened to me, and I decided I wouldn't ruin my marriage with a problem like that. Since I had sucked a stranger, I would do it again to cover up that story, so I decided to come down and talk to him. He was a 47-year-old man, married, strong and muscular, kind of person who's seen to have worked the heavy all his life, and now he works as a doorman in the building, sometimes by night. When I got there half shy, I said: - I see I can't change your mind. - So how do you want it? - What? Let's go down to the laundry, and we'll talk. Coming up, he said: - I always thought you were beautiful and hot, and I saw you sometimes go out wearing tight pants and a tampon buried in your ass. - Sometimes I'd go to the bathroom and masturbate, thinking about your firm, perfect ass. - Now you will fulfill my dream. - Today I can't stay out of the door, you'll only suck me, but tomorrow, I'll be early. - I know your daughter's in kindergarten this afternoon, and your husband's only coming in for 20.00 hours, so I'm going to come to your apartment because I know you'll be alone, and we'll do it completely. Then he came to me, and covered my face with both strong hands, and kissed me softly in his mouth, and said, - What? How beautiful you are, you look like a model. And he started pushing my head down towards the middle of his legs. I kind of shuddered, opened his fly, lowered his pants and saw that whole volume under his underwear, it was so big and stiff that his black cock tip was coming out over his underpants, I lowered it and freed that big, thick limb. I confess that I've seen some of this big on the sex sites on the net, which you'll be thinking, "how those women could fuck something this big and thick," it never crossed my mind that I would see a live one in front of me and maybe be penetrated by it. You stupid Peter, you said: - What? Stop admiring him and put him in your mouth. I with disgust cleaned the liquid out of his urethra and approached my face, then put it in the mouth. Of course, it only had a small part of it in my mouth, and he started making go-go movements and it comes with my head trying to put more of that inside, coming up to my throat, giving me a craving for vomiting, we stayed like this for long minutes until I felt that he had ejaculated. I tried to take my mouth off, but he wouldn't let me, and I ended up choking on that hot, sticky liquid. When I was released, I immediately threw up his sperm. With my hand I cleaned what was running down the corner of my mouth and he passed his limb over my head, as if trying to clean it on me. He put me back together and we went up the stairs and he said, - It's okay. Today you suck my dick like that, but I guarantee you you'll end up enjoying it and doing it right. I was innocent, I still asked: - It's okay. What do you mean? - It's okay. And he answered, - You're gonna get it, you're gonna lick it and you're gonna suck it, you're gonna lick my balls and you're gonna swallow all my nectar, you're gonna do it with all the pleasure in the world, you can write that down. After I went to my apartment, and I went to the shower, I crouched down at the box and started crying. But late my husband came in bringing our daughter, saw that I was strange, but told her I wasn't feeling well, and he said: - It's okay. Well, that's too bad. I was in the mood to have sex with you. The next day a thousand doubts appeared in my mind, "Will Mr. Pedro have the courage to continue this madness? If there is, how am I supposed to react to that?..., if we really would have sex, how am I supposed to stand that huge penis, which is almost twice my husband's. - What if it's cold and rough like yesterday? - What if you want anal sex? Which for the past five years, I've done three times at most. - Then how can I face Rafael, my husband. How will I live with that?" They were difficult questions to answer at the time and they stunned me throughout the day. At 1600 hours the doorbell rang, I knew it was him, because no one communicated anything on the intercom, I trembled. When he opened, there he was, my black executioner, strong, miserable smile on his lips. He went in, closing the door behind you. - What? How are you, my princess, as beautiful as ever? - You'll like it, you can be sure of that! He approached and tried to kiss my mouth, turned his face instinctively, but he did not take offense and kissed my face. He hugged me with his strong hands, and went up my dress, boiling my ass, and said, - What? What a hot little thing, firm, hard! - What? How fortunate your husband is to be able to have it when he wants it, but I'll take my cone off. Then he lifted me up on his lap and took me into the dining room, with one hand he pushed the towel aside, setting me on the table. He ordered me to lie down and spread my legs wide and took my panties off. When he took it out, he smelled it and put it in his pocket. - What? Even the smell of your sex tastes good, you little bitch. He put his head between my legs and started sucking on me, shoved his tongue as much as he could inside me, started a shuttle between my anus and my vagina, sucking, licking, I holding myself all over, feeling those hot sensations, feeling his beard snarling in my crotch. He was like this for a few minutes and stopped. I kept lying there waiting for your tongue to come back, to return to that indescribable pleasure. I got up to see what was going on, saw him clumsyly putting a condom on his limb. And I told him: - Pedro, please, let's stop this, so far we haven't done anything. But it was in vain, I tried to get off the table, but he was angry, he yelled: - Shut up, bitch. - You think what, I'm gonna stop now! - I want to eat you all, I want to see you moan with pleasure and roll with my dick all over you. - Come on... spread your legs and lean your feet on the edge of the table, I'll be nice to you, not break you. - I'll put it little by little until your pussy dilates and gets used to the thickness. And so it was, I felt when his dick came in, I closed my eyes and I waited for him to slowly put it all inside me, I felt his thickness fill my space, completing myself internally. He saw his bag against my crotch and started a rhythmed shuttle. I held myself as I could on the edge of the table, moaning low with pain and pleasure, feeling their movements faster and faster, pumping stronger and stronger. My instincts were in conflict with my conscience, one wanted to cry and the other to groan with pleasure, but being an unequal struggle, I began to respond to their movements, I began to roar with pleasure, I got up a little, I hugged my neck and bit my lips, moving faster and faster to accompany their movements, until I reached a series of multiple orgasms never before felt. I was baffled by myself, being fucked by someone I barely know, and I was mocking like never before. He felt that I had had an orgasm, smiled debauchedly, but kept pumping deep into my guts. A few minutes later, he stopped and without taking his penis out of me, he pulled me off the table, holding me by my buttocks. He asked where my room was and headed there, with me entwined in it. Along the way, I still hugged his neck, he stuck his middle finger in my anus as far as he reached. And so we went to the bedroom. Coming up, he laid me in bed and kept eating me. I was more comfortable to receive his stubs, at a certain moment he takes it all inside me and orders me to turn around, getting four for him, then pushed my head down, making me get my ass up. You sucked me again, especially in the anus, and then you shoved your dick back into my vagina, but it was just to lubricate it. Right after I felt my anus being pressured by him. And he said, - What? Now I'm gonna eat that dreamy ass. I tried to draw a reaction, and he yelled at me: - It's okay. Be quiet, if you don't... I won't pity you. - I see you're enjoying it and you'll like it even more. And he sent it slowly, but firmly through my anus. I started screaming, screaming a mixture of pain and pleasure. Upon completing his intent, he supported his hands on my waist and began the stabs, thus staying for about twenty minutes. Until finally come hallucinatingly, and I with him together, abundantly. I just... fainted, and as my body fell into bed, that still pulsing penis was coming out of my being. Seconds passed, and he said: - What? Turn around, I have something to show you. When I turned around, I looked at your limb and what I saw, it left me completely paralyzed with terror, because I saw your penis all grazed with sperm, the condom couldn't stand it, it broke inside me. "My God, and now." I looked at him disconsolate, and he said: - It's okay. You don't have to be afraid of me for years that I've only slept with my wife, and I know she doesn't cheat on me... Now from you, I don't know, 'cause from what I've seen, I could tell you're quite a party person. I offended you. - It's okay. What are you implying, you think I'm promiscuous? - I keep giving it to all the men! - It's okay. 'Cause you know, you've been my second relationship since I got married, and what I did that night was to get rid of another scumbag like you. - What? And your husband, do you trust him? - He asked: - It's okay. I think so, even though he has to travel a lot, I really think he's faithful. - What? So we don't have to worry, now we have our intimate secrets, it's complete. We lay on the bed, with him boiling my breast, then put it in the mouth, sometimes sucking, others nibbling lightly in the beak. His dick immediately began to grow, he took my hand and placed it on top of his limb, kept caressing, feeling all its thickness. And he ordered: - Go..., suck it, but suck it good, like I know you can do. I grabbed him and put what I could in my mouth, sucked my tongue in the glande, mouthed as far as I could, almost choking, then took it out of my mouth and licked his stalk to the bag, where I tried to put one in my mouth. We stayed like this, a good few minutes, then he got up out of bed, sat on it, and asked me to sit on it. I positioned myself, I took your cock and put it in the entrance of my vagina, I began to descend slowly, until I felt your testicles touch my buttocks. So I started going up and down frantically, sliding on that phallus, and we were like this for long minutes to then enjoy ourselves like crazy, together. Then I get out of him and lie in bed exhausted. He got up, put on his clothes and gave me a kiss. - It's okay. I'll see you this week. Bye. That was my first sex with Mr. Pedro. I can't say I didn't like it, because I've come like never before. The days went by normally and a few days later, one night, he was on the intercom saying he'd be waiting for me at the laundry. I told my husband I'm going to talk to a neighbor and I went to meet her. He took me to a place in the building where I didn't know. It was a small room, where there were several machines and pool bombs, he spread a blanket on the floor and we had sex again. So it was, now having sex and sucking him, two or three times a week. One afternoon, something happened that upset me, I accidentally bumped into him underground, and he said he was very horny and wanted to eat me again, I tell him: - It's okay. But I can't right now, there's a lot of people circling and in my apartment there's someone cleaning. They were useless words, for he took me by the wrist and pulled me and said, - It's quick. We went to that very well-known room of mine, put the blanket on the floor, took my clothes off, and I was on all fours, and he got me in as usual. At a certain point, the door opened and two well-known boys appeared, residents of the building and they look at us in that position, me being eaten by the doorman, instinctively lowered my head, trying to hide it so as not to be recognized and ashamed, but Pedro pulled my hair forcing my head up and I had to face them both. - Look what I'm doing with that hottie, she's my bitch. - You can take a good look, but I want you to keep your mouth shut. - If not, I'll tell the police what you come to smoke and smell in this little room. And it continued its pace of stocking up my ass. So I tell you a little bit, the adventures I've lived with Mr. Pedro, the black doorman in my building.