The Dominant

My name is Marcus and I'm a writer of erotic stories. At the end of last year I received a letter from one of my readers, Sandra, saying that she wanted to meet me personally. She sent the date, time, place and said that it was extremely urgent. For a couple of days I kept thinking about that letter, until I decided to contact Sandra and confirm our meeting. On the appointed day and time, there I was waiting for her. I felt a mixture of fear and curiosity. It was in a nightclub, very frequented by the young people of Camboriú, and that night there were not so many people. I sat at a table in front of the entrance and I waited for Sandra. Around 11 o'clock in the evening, I see a tremendous blonde arriving wearing tight jeans, a mini-blouse and ankle-length boots. From the descriptions, I knew it was Sandra. I looked at her and called her to come to the table. That's when I noticed the most how beautiful she was. Sandra had a pair of blue eyes that immediately charmed me. Her body, then, was divine perfection: medium and steep breasts, thick thighs and a tight bundle. She seemed to be about 170 meters tall and weighed about 55 kilograms. But what really fascinated me, besides the shiny blue eyes, was her very thin waistband. Sandra greeted me, sat down and measured me, up and down, for a few seconds without saying a word. Her mouth remained half-open. I felt the craving come over me as I watched her tongue slowly pass through her fleshy lips. But something seemed wrong with that girl. Even so, I let her organize her thoughts and put her little head back in place. Meanwhile, I watched that little angelic face with tanned face and snapped nose. Until Sandra came out of her supposed hypnotic state and asked what we were drinking. "Anything", I said to him. - I want whiskey. As we drank, Sandra and I just exchanged glances. My intention was, first of all, to understand that figure. Sandra remained silent and sometimes showed a certain embarrassment. When we finished our drinks, Sandra invited me to her apartment. She said that we could be more at ease to talk. I ended up stumbling because she really intrigued me. On the way, Sandra told me that she was not from the city, that she lived in Blumenau and was spending a few days in the apartment that her family had in the bathroom. When we got there, I was enchanted by the good taste. There was a touch of sophistication in everything. Sandra played a little music and offered me a drink. We sat side by side on the sofa and continued our conversation. That's when she asked me if I was always like this. - Like what? Sandra told me that she thought I was a bit quiet and that my answers were more like a question. I told her that this was my way. Moreover, I did not understand the reason why she had called me. And I asked if she had any other reason than to know me. That's when she started to open up. Sandra confessed that she identified with the things I wrote because my characters were very strong and, to some extent, dominating. Sandra confided, with some hesitation, a sad part of her life, an incestuous relationship she had with her father shortly after adolescence. From the way she told it, everything indicated that she had been raped. Her father was a successful man in business, but authoritarian and rude to her, even attacking her sometimes. When I looked her in the eye I noticed that she was crying. And she vented that because of her father she could not relate to boys or girls, that she had become a cold woman in relation to life and sex. I put my hand on my head and reasoned quickly. It seemed as if I already knew what she was going to say next. Sandra then told me that despite her regrets, she held no grudge against her father. On the contrary, she said, she even felt affection for him. And that's when I decided to take action, and I got up from the couch, and I got nervous, and I asked him to shut up. - You tramp, you wanted to fuck me! You little whore, why didn't you talk right away? I could have fucked you in any gutter. Don't you see that I'm a married man, I have two children? Didn't you read my autobiography? Go, get your ass out of there and go to bed. As I spoke, I unbuckled my belt, while Sandra, in tears, rolled her little eyes, staring at me with a mixture of hatred, pain, and lust. I shouted again: - What's the matter, you pervert? Sandra decided to go for it . - Who do you think you are coming here to demoralize me in my own home? Sandra fell to the floor and began to cry, screaming in pain and anger. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the bedroom, while saying that from that moment on she was under my control, that I was her male: You're my slave, my bitch, my mare, and shut your mouth, or I'll beat the shit out of you. Sandra seemed to have settled for everything: - Okay, I'll do whatever you want, but for the love of God, don't hurt me, don't hit me. I threw her violently into bed. And she screamed, cursing at me. I grabbed her hair and slapped her in the face. Then I called her up, ordering her to stand. In a very submissive tone, she asked me what I wanted. I told her to take off all her clothes, very slowly, as if she were dancing for several men. As she began to roll, trying to keep up with the music coming from the room, I could feel a strong desire in her eyes. As I took off her blouse, her hard breasts jumped with their beaked beaks. With each piece of clothing released, the erection grew and my penis became more and more rigid. Sandra soon noticed. So much so that she no longer knew whether to take off the clothes or to look at my erect penis. Slightly confused, she ended up taking off the pants and then the panties, very small and tight. Then, somewhat hypnotized by the volume in my pants, she slowly approached and put her hand on the penis. My response was a blindfold that made Sandra lie on her back on the bed. I turned her hard and began to slap several times on her buttocks. When she tried to defend herself, I started to slap her butt. Between sobs, she would ask: - What do you want from me? I'm not your slave anymore? Stop beating me, please. I can't take it anymore. So I told her to get up and take off my clothes while I caressed my roll. - Did you hear what I said, bitch? - Of course, I'll do whatever you want. I shouted at her that she had no right to want anything, that she was a cow, a little whore in heat, ready to be fucked, cured. And crying, she took off all my clothes, starting with my shirt, kissing my chest and nibbling her nipples, passing her long fingernails on my back. She reached for my pants, gently opening the zipper. When I was only in my underwear, she began to rub her little face on my hard stick. Sandra, by this time, was overcome by the horny, her face indicated a strong desire to be possessed, she pulled down her panties and made my tool jump in front of her, her mouth open, she exclaimed: I don't think I can take it all in. I told her to shut up and swallow immediately. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head. Sandra then poked all over my pussy, moving her hot tongue all the way around. I gave her a hard punch in her little mouth, causing my penis to go to the bottom of her throat. She even choked twice, tried to take it out of her mouth, but I held her firmly. With no way to escape, Sandra began to control her breathing and increased the pace of her sucking. Her thick lips slid across the entire length of her penis, all wet with saliva. I felt the cock throb and I unloaded my cock into that cute little mouth. Once again she tried to run away, but my strength prevailed. Sandra was forced to drink all my creamy milk. And it seemed to like it, because every time it came out, she moaned horribly, pressing the berries to extract more cock. Even though I wanted to teach her a lesson, I felt that Sandra had a right to a little pleasure. I laid her on the bed and opened her legs wide. I leaned in between them and began to suck on the little pink thing covered in smooth blond hair, also nibbling on her cricket. Sandra, although she seemed to be experiencing great pleasure, tried to avoid my caresses. Her rejection increased when I stuck my tongue into her sweet cave. It was then that I realized that the reason was that Sandra was still a virgin. I interrupted the caresses, gave him a slap in the face and asked what the story was with his father. Sandra said that the old man only asked for a pacifier and eventually ate his ass. This part of the story made me even more horny. I put my face back between her legs. Sandra was in the world of the moon, raising my hips, forcing my head against her smelly pussy, who was having fun like never before. Taking advantage of the situation, I put her on her stomach, opening her buttocks wide, and I began to play with my tongue on her tail, which was blinking with pleasure. With every boil of my tongue, Sandra stood up and offered me more and more of her butt, to facilitate my movements. I nibbled her little butt and I was advancing my tongue through her body, going through her back until I reached the never. Sandra turned to me and offered me her breasts, whose beaks became hard in contact with the hair on my chest. I greedily poked her aphrodisiac heaps, and then began to bite them hard and mercilessly. She was crying, delirious. I took the opportunity to take my hand from behind and inserted my middle finger into her hot pussy. And once again the little whore reached another stunning orgasm. Unable to control herself, she turned her body and threw herself at me, falling from my mouth onto the mast. Sandra sucked me with such determination and skill, using her hands to meow, that I almost didn't enjoy it again in her mouth. I pulled her away from me and put her back on her back to anger her. Sandra made a charm, saying that it would hurt very much. I ordered her to shut up, giving a light slap on her face, and I stuck my tongue in her ass to lubricate. Still she kept saying no. I took the belt and gave her a few more lashes. Until she begged me to stop, because she admitted the mistake of denying pleasure to her owner. I returned to her asshole, this time inserting one, then two, then three fingers. I put her on all fours and got down on my knees behind her, and as I rested my head on the little ring, Sandra, overcome with anxiety and anticipation, begged me to fuck her once and for all, without mercy, with all my might. Go on, man, shove this whole log up my ass, lure me, fuck me, rip me all at once. I grabbed his hips and pressed hard, feeling every little fold of his ass burst open, and every time I punched him, Sandra would scream for me to go faster, to pull him out and shove him all the way down. - Don't stop, my man, bury that cock in my ass, hit me, hit your little bitch. I hit, I hit hard on the buttocks. Her ass flashed at every slap and it was pressing on my stick. I felt her hand underneath, searching for her clitoris and my bag. Sandra rolled and pushed her ass back, making my pussy disappear inside her. It was no longer possible to contain my erection. I was invaded and shaken by an overwhelming fun, while she also made fun of the screams. We went to the bathroom to take a shower. Sandra, still horny, took the soap and began to rub it on my body as if it were a massage. She held my penis all soaped and started a nice hand job. My horny was increasing again and, seeing that wonderful body at my disposal, I had an impetuous attitude. I turned off the shower and took Sandra to the room, with our bodies still full of foam. We lay on the bed and rubbed our bodies on each other. Sandra's cuddly hand was insistently looking for my cock, trying to guide it to her virgin pussy. I knew clearly what she wanted. So I decided to fulfill her wish. I opened her legs and in the middle of them was a rose about to bloom. My lighted candle lovingly invaded that sacred temple, breaking its gates. Sandra cried, but I knew it was of happiness. She begged me not to stop. Suddenly, in a more abrupt movement, my member reached the bottom of her soul. Mixed with foam, sweat and desire, I saw a thread of blood flowing through her legs. Sandra was transformed into a real woman. I made her enjoy without stopping and feel how good an orgasm is penetrated in penetration. Seeing her groan, whispering, I also released my dense liquid into her vagina. Sandra could feel the warmth of my heat penetrating her inside. Not bearing so much, she fainted in a deep sleep. I settled on her side and took pleasure in my weight. I didn't realize it until the next day, when I woke up to Sandra sucking my penis, quietly and lovingly, and I put my hands between her blond curls, stroking her hair, and she looked at me and said, I'm sorry, I should have controlled myself, but I couldn't. In accordance with Article 21 of the Financial Regulation, any revenue will be used to provide additional appropriations under Articles 10 01 05 and 10 04 05 of the statement of expenditure.