I went naked to the place, but I hesitated, and I had to beg the manager not to tell.

My name is Marina, I'm 25 years old, I'm an exhibitionist in public places, and the story I'm going to tell you happened about eight years ago. I've got a habit of walking around naked in public places, always taking risks, and I've gotten into a few scrapes, but I'm not giving up on it. If you've read my stories, you know I've exhibited in Maceió, on the farm of a friend of my father. Once again, I had the opportunity to go there, so I took it. It's been a year since I've been here to show off. The place was still run by Mr. Evaristo, but it was already finished, with several animals being taken care of by a new team. He took me to another place, a little more secluded, because he didn't want me to suffer from the smell of animal excrement. I liked the place, it was far from where the people looked after the animals and had easy access to the bush and some trails. I waited for nightfall and the workers to leave. Mr. Evaristo's dorm room was about 10 yards from where I was staying, and I got close and found my ear, hearing a nice snort, which made me feel safe. I went back to my room and took off all my clothes, walked out the door, leaving her just lying there. I started my naked adventure. There were some lamps in the place, which gave a faint light. I went on my way, hiding behind every tree or little house along the way. When I finally reached the area where the herd was, I sat down on a wooden bench that I had there and began to play. Despite the strong smell coming from the animals, I just wanted to enjoy the moment. My groans were drowned out by the sound of animals. I lay on that bench, staring at the moon. I wondered if you'd come back, but I decided to make fun of you one more time. I was touching myself, lying on that bench. When I was having spasms after my new orgasm, I opened my eyes. My fright was gigantic. Leaning firmly on my head was Mr. Evaristo. Because of the sound of the animals, I hadn't heard him coming. I didn't expect him to come either, because when I left he was asleep. - Are you surprised, miss? I'm sorry, Mr. Evaristo, but you must excuse me. I felt a tremendous amount of shame and even greater fear, and it was the first time I felt like I was going to be discovered by my family. The shame of my parents' friends knowing what had happened and their reporting it to the household staff hurt me. When I got to the dorm door, another surprise came, it was locked. Why don't you open it? I locked up Marina before I went after you. Your Evaristo said you woke up to a sound outside, that when you went to see, it was me. He then watched what I was doing because he was worried, and that's when he saw me coming out naked. Since he's got the key chain all over the place, he took advantage when I distanced myself to lock the door and went after me. - Now you're going to tell me exactly why you're walking around here naked, and then I'll decide whether or not to tell my boss. Out of fear, I told everyone about my exhibitionist addiction, the things I used to do. - So the girl you saw naked riding a horse a year ago was you? - Yes, you did. I took a giant beating because I could have damaged the place if I'd been caught. - I'll have to tell the boss. I kept asking him not to. It's not easy for a little girl to hold a man who weighs over 80 kilos. When I saw I couldn't, I went to his bedroom door and knelt down. She cried a lot, begging me not to tell. - Get out of here. - Please don't let my family know. - Get out of here. Then he started pulling me out, and I screamed. - I'm a virgin, I'm a virgin, I'll give you my goatee, but please don't count. That was the first moment Mr. Evaristo stopped. - Is that right? - Yes, you can be my first. - I doubt it ever did. I've sucked and I've been sucked, but you've never eaten my pussy, so please, I'll be your bitch, but it doesn't count. He then leaned down and passed his hand over my hair and said: Here's what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna take that gourd off, but I want it to be mine for the duration of my stay, and I want you to do whatever I say. I will, I will. I was taken to a very secluded part of the place. We went into a little house, very old. I found out it was one of the old staff dormitories. There was just a mattress on the floor and nothing else. At least that place had electric light. I didn't think it would be my first time in a place like that. I mean, I couldn't imagine where I'd be with my practice. I had finally been caught and there was no escape. Mr. Evaristo pulled his pants down, leaving his stick out. - Do your job. - You're not going to tell, are you? - I'm thinking about it, so do it right. I picked up that stick and I started sucking on it with gusto, and I wanted to make sure I was enjoying it. She got naked in the area where my parents live, could have given them a heart attack. - I'm sorry about that. - I didn't say stop sucking. - Poor priest, when they moved him from parish because of you. Did you know he was married and his wife was pregnant? - You only care about yourself, aren't you a bitch? You like to be naked, don't you? I didn't get it. - Lick my purse good. I was doing what he told me to do, and I had wiped every drop of sweat off his dick. Then he pushed me onto the bed and went upstairs. It made my legs stand wide open. There was my moment, finally getting a stick in my mouth, and that mouth had to please him if he didn't want to be found out. He didn't go in with his stick all at once, he just rubbed it up and down, stimulating my little tub. I used to whine because it felt like it was a mixture of tickling and pleasure. So you came in with everything. The feel of a poultice stick was different from my little fingers. He started to eat me. - So whore, how about not being a gourd anymore? I felt something dripping, I was bleeding a little. He rode me like I was a horse. Sometimes he'd look for my lips, and he'd kiss them and bite them. I didn't know if my teeth hurt more or my beard. Then he marries me four times. I felt that member enter even more into my sex. Despite my fear of being held hostage by that man, I enjoyed his cock. - She's not a whore. Then he sped up and took the stick out and it exploded on my little bundle and my back. He started getting dressed, used a handkerchief to wipe the fuck and the blood off the stick. - I'm dirty, what do I do? There's a shower outside, cold water, if you need to do anything else, use the bush. - I'll bring you something to eat tomorrow. - I'm not getting out of here? - Don't go until you have to, because there's no guarantee you'll do what I say if you have clothes. He left me there. I was scared, I didn't know if I'd keep my word, hoping that my gourd and my obedience had been enough. Who would be waiting for me in the next few days.