My Life at Nine
I'm going to tell you about my sex life that started very early, at the age of nine. First and foremost...
My name is Maria, born and raised in the interior of São Paulo. In those towns on the backside where you only stop if you're lost.
I grew up with my mother, and she said that my father left her shortly after I was born. But my grandfather had enough money, so he could help my mom raise me while she went to college.
I grew up in my grandfather's house, and I spent all of my childhood on that rooftop playing with the few local children -- all boys. But one thing changed shortly after my ninth birthday when I was practically living there:
Anyway, one afternoon in the middle of the week my grandfather called me and told me that I should take a bath because his friend was coming to visit and wanted to meet me.
I got anxious even as an adult, because it was difficult for anyone to visit us. So I put on one of the little dresses that I always wore and my daily panties and slippers and waited.
My grandfather's friend arrived in the early afternoon. He was a very tall white guy, just like my grandpa, and he came by on a black wagon so he must have had some money as well. He gave me a hug and handed me a gift, a doll that I had ordered for my granddad from one of those expensive brand-name ones. I got super excited and went to play in the room where I pretended not to hear their conversation.
They were both saying strange things and I only remember bits of the conversation, but my grandfather warned me to "take it easy", because I was too young and couldn't take much.
A while later his friend came to me and called me into my room with my grandfather. I was quiet, always obedient and well behaved. They told me to take off my clothes which is what I did. I got nervous and scared but my new friend said calm down and gave me kisses on the cheek so that I stayed calm.
He laid me down on the bed and started licking my pacifier. At that age I probably didn't feel much pleasure, but I remember liking it. After a while he pulled his dick out, a role which would still impress me to this day. He put it in my mouth and told me to suck. And I sucked and sucked trying unsuccessfully to get everything into my mouth. Even at those ages I was feeling like it was forbidden and wrong, but somehow just made things better.
He taunted me in my mouth and made me swallow, I didn't like it but obeyed.
He said his name was Paul, and that every once in a while he'd come to visit me. And whenever he did, he would bring me whatever gift I wanted, and all I had to do is obey him the same way as I have done it. Said over time we were going to try new things and our gifts would get even better but warned me if I told anyone about this he wouldn't be coming anymore and my grandfather would be very sad.
I agreed at the time, and I loved our arrangement. And by then I'd already said what my next gift would be, and he laughed and said that he was going to buy it. He and Grandpa had a little more conversation, and then he left.
Paulo came to visit me for 5 years, until 2015. We only stopped because I ended up living with my mother again. I lost my virginity to him at 11, and from then on, every time he visited us, I kicked that roll of his (as far as I could stand) in exchange for my gifts.
Even today, almost 10 years later, I remember that time with affection. Paulo never hurt me or abused me and as the time went by I liked it more and more until finally I was happy to sit in this role.
It was through him that I got my first video game, which I still have to this day, and he introduced me to the hobby, which is what I'm doing now.
But after all, those years at my grandfather's farmhouse were a paradise. It was around that same time I gained my passion for dogs, which I still have to this day. I never let Grandpa's dog eat me because he was a shepherd cross with tin can and it was huge, and I loved letting him lick me down there. That is another less interesting story.
That time taught me not to hide my fetishes, and today I know very well who I am. I have a dog-controlled erection, recently found out that I'm bisexual, and even started looking at girls with different eyes the same age as when I met Paul. Imagining little girls with big men has already given me a damned boner.
Anyway, that's it. I hope you enjoyed it. If you want to talk with me about these fetishes, call me on Telegram @M_cecnn
My name is Maria, born and raised in the interior of São Paulo. In those towns on the backside where you only stop if you're lost.
I grew up with my mother, and she said that my father left her shortly after I was born. But my grandfather had enough money, so he could help my mom raise me while she went to college.
I grew up in my grandfather's house, and I spent all of my childhood on that rooftop playing with the few local children -- all boys. But one thing changed shortly after my ninth birthday when I was practically living there:
Anyway, one afternoon in the middle of the week my grandfather called me and told me that I should take a bath because his friend was coming to visit and wanted to meet me.
I got anxious even as an adult, because it was difficult for anyone to visit us. So I put on one of the little dresses that I always wore and my daily panties and slippers and waited.
My grandfather's friend arrived in the early afternoon. He was a very tall white guy, just like my grandpa, and he came by on a black wagon so he must have had some money as well. He gave me a hug and handed me a gift, a doll that I had ordered for my granddad from one of those expensive brand-name ones. I got super excited and went to play in the room where I pretended not to hear their conversation.
They were both saying strange things and I only remember bits of the conversation, but my grandfather warned me to "take it easy", because I was too young and couldn't take much.
A while later his friend came to me and called me into my room with my grandfather. I was quiet, always obedient and well behaved. They told me to take off my clothes which is what I did. I got nervous and scared but my new friend said calm down and gave me kisses on the cheek so that I stayed calm.
He laid me down on the bed and started licking my pacifier. At that age I probably didn't feel much pleasure, but I remember liking it. After a while he pulled his dick out, a role which would still impress me to this day. He put it in my mouth and told me to suck. And I sucked and sucked trying unsuccessfully to get everything into my mouth. Even at those ages I was feeling like it was forbidden and wrong, but somehow just made things better.
He taunted me in my mouth and made me swallow, I didn't like it but obeyed.
He said his name was Paul, and that every once in a while he'd come to visit me. And whenever he did, he would bring me whatever gift I wanted, and all I had to do is obey him the same way as I have done it. Said over time we were going to try new things and our gifts would get even better but warned me if I told anyone about this he wouldn't be coming anymore and my grandfather would be very sad.
I agreed at the time, and I loved our arrangement. And by then I'd already said what my next gift would be, and he laughed and said that he was going to buy it. He and Grandpa had a little more conversation, and then he left.
Paulo came to visit me for 5 years, until 2015. We only stopped because I ended up living with my mother again. I lost my virginity to him at 11, and from then on, every time he visited us, I kicked that roll of his (as far as I could stand) in exchange for my gifts.
Even today, almost 10 years later, I remember that time with affection. Paulo never hurt me or abused me and as the time went by I liked it more and more until finally I was happy to sit in this role.
It was through him that I got my first video game, which I still have to this day, and he introduced me to the hobby, which is what I'm doing now.
But after all, those years at my grandfather's farmhouse were a paradise. It was around that same time I gained my passion for dogs, which I still have to this day. I never let Grandpa's dog eat me because he was a shepherd cross with tin can and it was huge, and I loved letting him lick me down there. That is another less interesting story.
That time taught me not to hide my fetishes, and today I know very well who I am. I have a dog-controlled erection, recently found out that I'm bisexual, and even started looking at girls with different eyes the same age as when I met Paul. Imagining little girls with big men has already given me a damned boner.
Anyway, that's it. I hope you enjoyed it. If you want to talk with me about these fetishes, call me on Telegram @M_cecnn
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