Raped by Coworker

It was almost 7 in the evening when I left work, ready to go home to see my wife. Almost a normal day. Almost, because when I was starting the car, Jorge comes, all loose, and knocks on my window asking if I was going to pass by Villa Mariana. I was upset, after all I never had much of a thing with the guy, but I agreed and offered a ride. Jorge must be about 35 years old (11 years older than me), he is divorced and has an incorrigible look of leisure that always annoyed me. On the way, we both pulled a few issues, and I always feeling that superior boy air that made me kid. So kid that I was surprised, leaving him in front of his building, when he invited me up. No, Jorge, you don't have to, I'm in a hurry - I answered. Come in. - he insisted - I know it's not visiting day (it was Tuesday), but I need a help and I wanted to take advantage of the fact that you are already here. I was even more childish, but I went. I knew there was something there. Surely his computer was having some problem (he was terrible at it, everyone knew) and he was going to fill my bag to pack everything. I just walked into his house and the surprise came. Jorge locked the door and pulled me by the arm. What's that, man? What the fuck is that! - he answered, while holding me by both arms face to face with him - Now it's just the two of us, and I'll give you what you've been wanting for a long time. I didn't understand anything, the guy there holding me, in front of him, telling me that. I had nothing to do. 24 years old, 1.74m, 70kg, nothing to fight about, and the guy with that look of beach mole, 35 years older than me, holding me like that. I just stood still, looking. That's it, stranger. Stay quiet that I'm the one who commands here - he said. I was static. What was this talk of a traveler? The guy will beat me, will kill me, I don't know. Jorge began to take off my shirt, then pushed me away, saying: Go. Take off your clothes, traveler. Why that, Jorge? What are you going to do? Let me go. By this time, I was already begging, but his order was firm, and in front of that angry macho look I had no choice. When I looked at him again, already naked, I saw a big, thick and hard prick outside, and I only heard the voice: Supa! I hesitated for almost an eternity, but when I heard him repeat, with more force - Suck, little bird! - I had to obey and, trembling, I brought my mouth to that stick. I had never done that before. The smell of his cock was disgusting to me, but I couldn't do it, so I put my mouth and started sucking. Suck, suck, suck, that's what I heard while I was sucking that monster and trying my best not to bite him, because I was scared and wanted it all to end as soon as possible. I couldn't believe it. I, the male of the house over there, kneeling in front of a loaf, older than me, sucking dick and listening to filth. It was a lot of humiliation. I didn't know if I was crying, if I was reacting, if I was running away, if I was giving in. I only came back to reality when, banging hard and holding my head, Jorge mocked. At that moment, as if to humiliate me even more, he pulled the well-liked dick from my lip and stuffed my mouth with dick. It tasted good, dick, because that's what a male likes. He liked it. He cried, he liked it, he was like a dick, and I swallowed it, until I had something in my mouth, and it changed, and I swallowed it. I stood there, looking at the floor, on my knees, thinking about all that, while he went to take off his clothes, he was in his thirties, no doubt, but he had a well-made, masculine body, no excesses, and I stood there, looking at that chest, those thick thighs, that half-bomb stick, when he leaned down, pulled me by the arm and turned my back, already shrinking. Come here, whore - he said. No, Jorge, please. - I begged - I don't want to. Yes, whore, you know what you want - he said, right in my ear. Please... don't - talking to myself more than to him. Go, whore - he ordered - while he threw me on the sofa, leaving me already with four. Now you'll see what's good. My fear tripled, when I felt a spit in the kitchen. Jorge put the condom fast, on the dick that was already hard again, and was putting it slowly. I groaned low - in pain - and it seemed to excite him even more. Only that hot dick was making me feel strange. Very strange. I felt my ass all ripped, when he finished inserting, but in that moment when he stood still, inside me, my dick began to rise, and I was getting all soft. Are you enjoying it, traveler? Didn't I say? Relax now. You're already marked. After today, you won't be able to stay without a dick, and you'll always remember my dick, which opened that cute little butt, and me, who turned you into the traveler that you are now. At George's first move, I couldn't resist anymore, and I let out a tremendous aaaaaaaaaiiii of pleasure, a pleasure I'd never felt before. That body, that man, that dick, destroyed my masculinity. He squeezed and took out very slowly, moaning loudly and deeply, a man's moan that hypnotized me, like the moan of the previous pleasure, in my mouth. I moaned, too, but I was soft, and my moans came out affected, half feminine, half effeminate. It reminded me of that stick in my mouth, the taste of man, the taste of cock, and it turned me even more excited. Now I was there, naked, four of us, leaning on the couch giving my ass to a guy. Giving my ass! We weren't friends, we weren't in love, I wasn't affected, effeminate or feminine in any way, but that leafy guy decided to eat me and was there, eating me, like no one of the little girls who held him firmly could. Now I understood, at last, what a man was, who knows what he wants, who takes what he wants, who does what he wants. He wanted my mouth, George wanted my ass, he wanted to see me, and he made me happy. I just felt delicious going in and out with that stick, and it was coming out, and it was coming out fast, and we weren't in love, I wasn't affected, effeminate or feminine in any way, but that leafy guy decided to eat me and was there, eating me, like any of the little girls who held him firmly. Jorge would go in, go in deep, go in fast, and when he let go of my hips, he'd slap me on the ass, which only excited me more, or he'd pull my hair (short), glue our bodies together and spit on me, right in my ear, without stopping to fuck. I don't know how long I've been there, widowed, naked, feminine, whore, being used, abused and raped by that handsome, stubborn and fucking male, moaning and giving myself up, when I enjoyed. It was a strong, intense orgasm. I've never enjoyed so much and with so much pleasure. I rolled on that stick like a madman. The guy was insatiable. I got cold, I stopped moaning, I was worried, with remorse, boy, but he kept getting in, slapping me, cursing me, and my cold post-gozo didn't have space, in front of Jorge's male authority. He pulled me by the hair, stronger than that, and made me command. I groaned, his bitch! I obeyed and groaned. I didn't feel like him. I groaned, groaned, and I was exactly what I wanted. Jorge accelerated the movements, groaned, crawled harder on me, and made me feel like a motherfucker, and enjoyed it. There I was, on all fours, leaning on the couch, with a man-whore stuck up my ass, dropped on top of me, full of remorse and hard-on, that was fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I was raped, dominated, transformed, walked into that man-apartment, walked out of there a stranger. ♪ ♪ This story is fictional, and it's part of my fantasy, but many of the fucked parts are real and part of some fucked I've had. I've never had a fucked like that, I'm married and like my wife yes. I'm 24 years old, 1.70m, 70kg, I live in São Paulo and I wanted to meet a guy who would eat me tasty, like a traveler likes to be eaten. If you're interested send me an email. My e-mail is [email protected]