It was blackmail.
In order to avoid embarrassment due to the incredible story I'm about to tell and which is true, I'll identify myself only as R. I'm 30 years old, 1.75 meters tall, 70 kg. I'm engaged to G., 22 years old, brunette type mignon, 1.50 meters tall, 45 kg, small, tough breasts and a beautiful face that I, for a personal preference, ask you to always keep quite hairy, framing the triangle of Venus. G. is a boner.
We have known each other for three years and from the beginning we have maintained a relationship full of affection, affection and passion. Sex between us has always been full of quality and pleasure, although she had a minimal experience when she came into my hands (she had lost her virginity and had relations with only one man who did not satisfy her).
As a matter of principle and mutual agreement, honesty and openness have always governed our relationship, which has created a climate of mutual respect and trust that has made us practically inseparable. We are the perfect couple. She is the woman of my life.
Four months ago, however, something happened that changed the course of our quiet love life: G. called me in the middle of the afternoon and asked me in a tearful voice to come to his meeting immediately, as he had an urgent and very serious matter to discuss with me.
I was quite worried, and when I arrived, she told me through tears that a man from her family - whom I will call only D. - had sought her out, informing her that he had in his hands the possibility of causing terrible harm to a person who was extremely dear to him (I prefer to omit who), but that he would refrain from doing so if G. went to bed with him. She had given him a week to make a decision. My fiancée knew that the person in question might not even be able to withstand the shock that the fact would cause him, and I could see the horror in his eyes.
It was a depressing week. We tried everything, including offering a good sum of money, but it was in vain: the only thing D wanted was G.
On the eve of the deadline, G. called me and said to me in a hushed voice:
- I really want you to understand and accept me.
I clearly understood the meaning of those words, and since I had also already made a decision on the matter, I told her that the only condition I imposed was that she tell me everything that happened, in as much detail as possible. She agreed and gave me a grateful and tender kiss. She called D. and set up a meeting for the next day. I took her to the appointed place, and when she got out of the car, I told her to call me to pick her up at the end. It was 2:30 p.m.
At 9 o'clock my phone rang. In ten minutes I was at the place where I would find her. She arrived. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss and she asked me to go to a quiet place so that we could talk. We went to my house and, once settled, I heard from my fiancée the following narrative:
- I'll keep my part of the bargain. I don't know if you'll like what you'll hear, but believe me, I'm too embarrassed to be embarrassed. I met with D. and he pulled me out of that huge bathtub with every minute I was going to suck on my breast with that enormous bowel, and I felt that he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel, and I felt that he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel, and I felt that he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and I felt that he was pulling me out of that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel every minute I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel, I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel, I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel every minute I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel to suck with that enormous bowel to suck on my chest with every minute I started pull me with that enormous bowel to suck on my chest with every minute I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel to suck to suck on my chest with every minute I started to suck on my chest with every minute I started to pull me with every minute I started to suck with every bowel to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel to suck on my head with every bowel to suck to suck on my chest to suck to suck to suck to suck me with every minute I started to suck on my chest to suck on my chest to suck to suck to suck on my chest to suck to suck on my chest to suck to suck to suck on my chest to suck on my chest to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck and exc exc exc exc exc exc exc exc exc exc
The story did not make me jealous, but rather puzzled, because D. was a rude man, of a much lower standard than me and my fiancée. Moreover, he was not handsome: he was between 35 and 40 years old, about 1:80 and already weighed a few extra kilos. I knew that my fiancée would not be interested in such a man, but, on the other hand, it was clear what impression my rival's dowry had made on her. I did not complain, because, after all, I had agreed to all that.
G. hadn't changed at all with me. She was still the same devoted and affectionate woman she always was and we continued to fuck with the same intensity and passion as always. I noticed, however, that she was a bit restless, as if something was bothering her. I didn't ask her anything, because I knew that sooner or later she would talk to me.
A few days later, when I arrived at his house after work, G. told me that he had been with D. again that afternoon, only this time it was she who called him and arranged the meeting because she wanted to try that cock again. I did not complain. I liked my fiancée and was not willing to end such a good relationship because of a fetish of hers that would soon pass. I just asked her not to do anything hidden and to always tell me what happened. From then on, G. met him at least twice a week, always telling me everything that had happened.
Until one evening, I left work early and went to G's house (she only works in the morning) to spend a few more hours with her. When I arrived, I heard noises coming from her room and didn't want to flag my arrival. Instead, I turned around, went to the bottom and, luckily, found a gap in her open window. I settled into a discreet position and was able to watch the most incredible scene I had ever witnessed: my bride completely naked kneeling on the edge of her bed, holding D's cane that was lying with only her legs out of the bed. She played a fist to him as they talked. I could hear the end of his sentence:
- ...you should settle down right away.
- Don't be silly, I love my fiancé and I'm not willing to let him go
- You love your fiancé, but you give it to me all the time.
- I don't feel anything for you, I'm just fascinated by that huge dick.
My fiancée spoke as she punched that giant stick, interspersing the punch with tiny suckers on the head of the mast.
I want to make the most of this spark, but one day...
He didn't finish the sentence, because he was hit in the face by a strong blow of a stick. With great agility, he unhooked the stick in time to receive the remaining jets in his mouth. He swallowed and continued licking the stick, as if he didn't want to waste even a drop. Gradually, the stick was hardening again and, when it was already quite hard, my fiancée climbed on the edge of the bed, opened her legs and was sitting slowly on the largest pike I had ever seen in my life. I watched that monstrosity gradually disappear into her mouth. G. began to ride it, while she screamed hallucinatedly:
You're gonna tear me in half, eat your little bitch, you son of a bitch.
G. was completely out of it. From my station I could see that she was enjoying herself. Until he shuddered and I could see that he had enjoyed himself. G. stopped moving and fell for a few moments, exhausted and seemingly embarrassed. She slowly got up, pulling the mast from inside her. When she stood up, I could see a wire of a club running down her thigh. I got out as fast as I could and went back to my car, walking a short distance until I saw D. come out and move away. I returned to G.'s house as if nothing had happened. When I entered, I was preparing to enter her bathroom. I kissed her mouth passionately and still felt the taste and smell of her exhalation. I didn't resist. I played my girlfriend on the bed with a huge stick twice in a row. For the first time in a long time, I could tell that I wasn't as good as I had been before. When G. finished, I simply said:
That's the fifth time I've been eaten today.
She then told me in detail what I had already watched out the window without either of us realizing it. She was fulfilling her part of the deal. After that day, I made a decision: I love my fiancée and I'm going to marry her because I know she loves me too. I also know I'll never have a dick that big, so I'm willing to let G. keep giving it to D. for as long as she wants, until her fascination is over. If I even want to watch some of the trances, because I admit that seeing the woman I love enjoying herself hysterically on another man's dick was one of the most exciting things I've ever witnessed.
If you enjoyed that story, wait, for others will come, recounting other facts of my life and the life of my delightful G.
We have known each other for three years and from the beginning we have maintained a relationship full of affection, affection and passion. Sex between us has always been full of quality and pleasure, although she had a minimal experience when she came into my hands (she had lost her virginity and had relations with only one man who did not satisfy her).
As a matter of principle and mutual agreement, honesty and openness have always governed our relationship, which has created a climate of mutual respect and trust that has made us practically inseparable. We are the perfect couple. She is the woman of my life.
Four months ago, however, something happened that changed the course of our quiet love life: G. called me in the middle of the afternoon and asked me in a tearful voice to come to his meeting immediately, as he had an urgent and very serious matter to discuss with me.
I was quite worried, and when I arrived, she told me through tears that a man from her family - whom I will call only D. - had sought her out, informing her that he had in his hands the possibility of causing terrible harm to a person who was extremely dear to him (I prefer to omit who), but that he would refrain from doing so if G. went to bed with him. She had given him a week to make a decision. My fiancée knew that the person in question might not even be able to withstand the shock that the fact would cause him, and I could see the horror in his eyes.
It was a depressing week. We tried everything, including offering a good sum of money, but it was in vain: the only thing D wanted was G.
On the eve of the deadline, G. called me and said to me in a hushed voice:
- I really want you to understand and accept me.
I clearly understood the meaning of those words, and since I had also already made a decision on the matter, I told her that the only condition I imposed was that she tell me everything that happened, in as much detail as possible. She agreed and gave me a grateful and tender kiss. She called D. and set up a meeting for the next day. I took her to the appointed place, and when she got out of the car, I told her to call me to pick her up at the end. It was 2:30 p.m.
At 9 o'clock my phone rang. In ten minutes I was at the place where I would find her. She arrived. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss and she asked me to go to a quiet place so that we could talk. We went to my house and, once settled, I heard from my fiancée the following narrative:
- I'll keep my part of the bargain. I don't know if you'll like what you'll hear, but believe me, I'm too embarrassed to be embarrassed. I met with D. and he pulled me out of that huge bathtub with every minute I was going to suck on my breast with that enormous bowel, and I felt that he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel, and I felt that he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel, and I felt that he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and he was pulling me out of my chest with that enormous bowel, and I felt that he was pulling me out of that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel, and I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel every minute I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel, I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel, I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel every minute I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel with that enormous bowel to suck with that enormous bowel to suck on my chest with every minute I started pull me with that enormous bowel to suck on my chest with every minute I started to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel to suck to suck on my chest with every minute I started to suck on my chest with every minute I started to pull me with every minute I started to suck with every bowel to suck on my chest with that enormous bowel to suck on my head with every bowel to suck to suck on my chest to suck to suck to suck to suck me with every minute I started to suck on my chest to suck on my chest to suck to suck to suck on my chest to suck to suck on my chest to suck to suck to suck on my chest to suck on my chest to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck to suck and exc exc exc exc exc exc exc exc exc exc
The story did not make me jealous, but rather puzzled, because D. was a rude man, of a much lower standard than me and my fiancée. Moreover, he was not handsome: he was between 35 and 40 years old, about 1:80 and already weighed a few extra kilos. I knew that my fiancée would not be interested in such a man, but, on the other hand, it was clear what impression my rival's dowry had made on her. I did not complain, because, after all, I had agreed to all that.
G. hadn't changed at all with me. She was still the same devoted and affectionate woman she always was and we continued to fuck with the same intensity and passion as always. I noticed, however, that she was a bit restless, as if something was bothering her. I didn't ask her anything, because I knew that sooner or later she would talk to me.
A few days later, when I arrived at his house after work, G. told me that he had been with D. again that afternoon, only this time it was she who called him and arranged the meeting because she wanted to try that cock again. I did not complain. I liked my fiancée and was not willing to end such a good relationship because of a fetish of hers that would soon pass. I just asked her not to do anything hidden and to always tell me what happened. From then on, G. met him at least twice a week, always telling me everything that had happened.
Until one evening, I left work early and went to G's house (she only works in the morning) to spend a few more hours with her. When I arrived, I heard noises coming from her room and didn't want to flag my arrival. Instead, I turned around, went to the bottom and, luckily, found a gap in her open window. I settled into a discreet position and was able to watch the most incredible scene I had ever witnessed: my bride completely naked kneeling on the edge of her bed, holding D's cane that was lying with only her legs out of the bed. She played a fist to him as they talked. I could hear the end of his sentence:
- ...you should settle down right away.
- Don't be silly, I love my fiancé and I'm not willing to let him go
- You love your fiancé, but you give it to me all the time.
- I don't feel anything for you, I'm just fascinated by that huge dick.
My fiancée spoke as she punched that giant stick, interspersing the punch with tiny suckers on the head of the mast.
I want to make the most of this spark, but one day...
He didn't finish the sentence, because he was hit in the face by a strong blow of a stick. With great agility, he unhooked the stick in time to receive the remaining jets in his mouth. He swallowed and continued licking the stick, as if he didn't want to waste even a drop. Gradually, the stick was hardening again and, when it was already quite hard, my fiancée climbed on the edge of the bed, opened her legs and was sitting slowly on the largest pike I had ever seen in my life. I watched that monstrosity gradually disappear into her mouth. G. began to ride it, while she screamed hallucinatedly:
You're gonna tear me in half, eat your little bitch, you son of a bitch.
G. was completely out of it. From my station I could see that she was enjoying herself. Until he shuddered and I could see that he had enjoyed himself. G. stopped moving and fell for a few moments, exhausted and seemingly embarrassed. She slowly got up, pulling the mast from inside her. When she stood up, I could see a wire of a club running down her thigh. I got out as fast as I could and went back to my car, walking a short distance until I saw D. come out and move away. I returned to G.'s house as if nothing had happened. When I entered, I was preparing to enter her bathroom. I kissed her mouth passionately and still felt the taste and smell of her exhalation. I didn't resist. I played my girlfriend on the bed with a huge stick twice in a row. For the first time in a long time, I could tell that I wasn't as good as I had been before. When G. finished, I simply said:
That's the fifth time I've been eaten today.
She then told me in detail what I had already watched out the window without either of us realizing it. She was fulfilling her part of the deal. After that day, I made a decision: I love my fiancée and I'm going to marry her because I know she loves me too. I also know I'll never have a dick that big, so I'm willing to let G. keep giving it to D. for as long as she wants, until her fascination is over. If I even want to watch some of the trances, because I admit that seeing the woman I love enjoying herself hysterically on another man's dick was one of the most exciting things I've ever witnessed.
If you enjoyed that story, wait, for others will come, recounting other facts of my life and the life of my delightful G.
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