Greek kiss, what the hell kind of kiss is that?

My conversation with my fellow diners, Rúbia and her aunt, during lunch at the resort, revolved around my presence on the premises.
<unk> Dad gave me the trip and stay as a gift to spend the weekend with him, but unfortunately I ended up alone in the hotel due to his last-minute commitments.
I lied to both of them, but somehow my father was responsible for me enjoying that place.
I was still tasting my leftover dessert when the girl asked me to walk her to the bathroom.
When I was alone with the girl in the private room:
It's a pity my father didn't stay with me, he had a thousand plans for our honeymoon.
The redhead looked at me in surprise, I could see her questioning expression.
<unk> That's really what you thought, honey. But this will just stay between us, promise? <unk> She shook her head in a yes.
My dad and I are dating. I don't understand why people don't accept that. Just because we have the same blood? Or is it that he's older? There's a lot of hypocrisy in this world.
The girl seemed to be with her tongue itching after hearing my secret. My attitude was with the intention of leaving her safe to also reveal something similar to me.
There is often this veiled strife among the girls in my circle of friends, the fear of being the least "cool" of the group, this behavior is due to the pressure exerted by the teenage group itself, if they force each other to play a role in order to enjoy the feeling of belonging.
What I'll tell you, I've never had the courage to tell anyone, I can trust you, can't I, Nicole?
Of course, honey, you can totally trust me!
I was supposed to spend the weekend alone with my dad here at the resort, but days before my mom screwed up, she would only let me come if my aunt came with me.
<unk> But do you have a problem with that? <unk> I asked just to ask, I already suspected what the disorder would be.
The problem is, we couldn't... you know, not Nicole?
<unk> Yes, I guess, you guys are dating, right, you crazy? <unk> she laughed in agreement.
"It was a chance for us to spend more time together, it's so hard at home", she said with a disappointed look on her face.
I understand you, man, I've been there.
<unk> Now nothing, my father is working and my aunt is watching me.
Shit, I feel sorry for you.
Rubia's aunt came after her and cut off the cheap one. I couldn't get the spicier details of a relationship so similar to mine. Anyway, we said goodbye and I went to enjoy a little more of that resort, I still had a lot of Saturday ahead.
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You can imagine my little face of happiness and glimpse after a day of joy in a wonderful place full of fun attractions. But not everything was a party, unfortunately the time has come to continue paying my father's debts. I had dinner alone and went to the suite to change and wait for the man.
Almost two hours later
He was taking a nap when "Paizão" arrived. He seemed calmer, but tired. He didn't even say good night, he just took a whiskey from the bottle left by the room service over an hour ago. He poured himself a dose, took a single sip, swallowed the entire contents of the glass, and asked to accompany him to the bathroom.
I started unbuttoning my shirt as I watched him undress, but he said,
You don't have to take off your clothes, you'll give me a bath.
Shit, I thought the crown was already drunk.
Anyway, drunk or not, he made me give him a bath like I was a nursing home, and I still had to wash his hole, believe it or not.
He got out of the bathtub, wrapped himself in the towel, took another sip of his drink, and carried me up onto the huge bed.
This time the man was about to make love; he kissed and fondled my body as if we were a romantic couple. The man must have been very needy for some reason.
The cuddle went smoothly until she was asked:
Have you ever given a Greek kiss, girl?
No, I've never had a Greek boyfriend.
The crown laughed sarcastically mocking my innocence.
I didn't say that as an innocent girl, because at the time, I didn't really know what that expression meant.
We do not all have the same method and preferences to practice sex, the diversity is enormous, and sometimes some last-minute surprises even fall well, right? However, when we are forced to practice only the fantasies of the partner, against our will, the relationship ceases to be an exchange to become a condition of abuse.
Fucking situation of mine, I was forced to give that "Greek kiss" on the crown.
I needed to gather all the professionalism of my whore side (attribute manifested days ago), so as not to vomit on that gentleman's ass and fulfill my difficult mission to the end.
I stuck my tongue up a hairy ass, and had no great difficulty in penetrating, probably he resorts to some toy to satisfy him in his intimate moments. As for the smell, God in heaven! Who opened the lid of the pit? I thought with disgusted face.
I alternated with my fingers, and I think the guy enjoyed it, because he looked like a slut from a porn movie moving his ass, and I took the opportunity to suck his dick while my finger was still stuck in his ass, and I wanted to make fun of him to try to at least save my ass from the bombs that would follow.
Minutes later, he took another dose and forced me to go along with it, and the ice-free distillate burned down my throat, at least it took the bad taste out of my mouth.
I hadn't worn panties since foreplay, the crown only had the trouble of putting me on all fours and riding on me by punching me in the mouthpiece. I felt pain during the sharp movements of his penis in my penis. It was extremely exhausting, I couldn't achieve a minimum lubrication and I cried moaning from pain and discomfort with the trance.
Fortunately the Peasant did not delay with the series of torturous blows, he took off right away. However, there was no time for celebration, the brute licked his business of saliva, and after a few slaps on my ass, as if he were softening a piece of meat, he went pro anal tearing me a cry of pain as he invaded without caution and start his new series of blows.
The man did not take long to mock, his ejaculation was almost premature, but this time he poured everything inside while insisting on the punches, despite the fact that the limb had weakened.
Thank heavens the macho man reached the limit of his limitation, I thought as I watched him collapse exhausted beside me with his soft, dripping mess.
It was time for him to leave, he had another appointment, he said.
He asked for my uniform back and reminded me to check out by 6:00 on Sunday.
The guy left without even saying goodbye.
My father's debt is paid, isn't it?
It's about time, but your father is not worth your effort, niña, go back to your house and stay away from that loser.
I continued to lie there after the man had left, naked and unconcerned with the semen dripping from my anus and wetting the sheet, and I stood quietly thinking of his words as I looked through the bottle still for half a scotch.
I don't think the problem between my father and Paizão was just money, it must have something to do with status, like this, the guy full of money and holding the power showed the subordinate who's boss saying in between the lines: "I can even have your daughter, if you want".
As for my father, his relationship with me was never a father figure, I was always his mistress, so it must have been easy for him to hand me over to the man in order to settle his debts with the loan shark.
This betrayal did not diminish my love for him, moreover, I have long been aware of the dubious character of his Flavius, yet I forgave him and life would go on.
I fell asleep and only woke up when the sunlight had flooded the room.
That's it for now, kisses!