For my little horn by Elaine
We had just returned from our honeymoon. Our apartment was not yet ready, and since I didn't want to stay with any relatives, we moved into a flat.
I was 20 years old at the time, had my hair bleached so I was a delightful blonde 5'6", 110 pounds with small breasts and an enormous buttocks as well as a cute little bikini mark because we were on our honeymoon in the Northeast. I was always treated like a "little princess" by all my boyfriends, they always had sex with me affectionately, there weren't many men in my life and I believed that I never really got an orgasm because I could never satisfy myself.
I masturbated frequently, always imagining big strong and exaggeratedly well-endowed men. My husband was the first to encourage me to wear more daring clothes that would value my body size, especially my bottom which by the way, I still hesitated giving it to him since I had never done anal sex with anyone before. I even tried but it hurt a lot and my loving husband as usual respected me and interrupted penetration.
The flat was cozy, it had a nice recreation area with gym equipment, sun deck and swimming pool, dry saunas and steam rooms - enough for me to feel comfortable since I would be spending my days alone there.
I went to lunch with my husband, it was a rainy Tuesday and at his request I was wearing a micro scarf clinging to my body that so tightly insisted on climbing every step of mine. Lunch was delicious and we were ready to go back to the flat for fucking the rest of the afternoon but he still had very late work (for 15 days honeymoon) and had to return to the firm. Disappointed I returned alone.
Arriving at the reception, I asked the clerk if the sauna was working. He told me it was off but that if I wanted to go he could arrange for one to be prepared for me. I replied that I would like very much because I had nothing better to do that afternoon. While waiting, I noticed that a man impressively tall and strong did not take his eyes away from me. He was checking in and should have been filling out the form but his eyes were running through my body. I felt confused, didn't want to but I liked it. I decided to provoke a little bit and leaned over the counter, making my skirt go up slightly and revealing part of my butt, calling the receptionist and telling him to let me know when the sauna was ready.
Half an hour later, the phone rings and the sauna is ready. I go upstairs to my dressing room, take off all of my clothes, wrap myself in a towel and come inside. Inside alone, I start thinking about sex; I'm hard-oned. Remember what happened at the reception desk: that man! That look! I was naked, alone, started thinking about him, began masturbating. A noise on the door wakes me from my daydreams and when I notice someone entering the bathroom...
The place was dark and the fumes made it hard to see who had entered, but before long he stood in front of me. He'd just dried up my face a moment earlier. I covered myself with his clumsy handkerchief, apologizing for being so at ease. He only smiled and said with the biggest stick-face on earth: "Don't apologize; go ahead because you will be too". With that, he took off his towel and walked towards me. My eyes were fixed on this same molester member already much bigger than mine. He sat down next to me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and he started talking to me. At first I was shy but then I let go of myself and began telling him about my life, my marriage, our honeymoon until I decided to take a shower. And so I got up and went into the showers and opened them and poured cold water all over my body. Then I closed my eyes and started thinking what crazy things I'd been doing: What a body he had, hair on his chest and legs muscles big hands and that huge thing completely hard pointing at me not even in my most depraved dreams could I have imagined there was such a stick as this one
He, realizing that I didn't take my eyes off his dick said:
- Did you like it?
I ran out, grabbed my clothes, wanted to go home, was embarrassed and confused, thought about my husband at work, had a hard-on, that guy's dick was huge, my pussy was soaked, I just got married, my body burned with desire. The more I thought of my husband, the hotter it became.
As soon as I walked in, he stood up and took me by the arms and kissed me.
I couldn't change my mind any more and gave myself up completely.
He put me on my knees in the bench, ordered me to bend down with his elbows against the top seat and began licking. His tongue penetrated so deeply into my little mouth that it was more like a pinto; he gave licks which went from my clitoris all the way up to my buttock. I rolled around, groaned, trembled with excitement. I enjoyed an unprecedented full enjoyment of this delicious man's language.
Still in the same position, I felt his dick leaning against my pussy. I trembled with fear and shouted when he forced its entrance, but my hard-on spoke louder, I endured the onslaught. I felt my vagina being torn apart. He started forcing it to enter, feeling my penis invading, he went backwards, upwards, downwards. I began laughing again as soon as I could feel his balls pressed into my vagina. It had all gone inside. I had one orgasm after another, trembling with pleasure, saying intelligible things and moaning like a puppy dog. And he kept putting it in my pocket faster, stronger, fast, strong. For the first time ever I felt waves of sperm inside me. His dick pulsated while pouring semen into my little mouthpiece. He held me by the waist completely buried within myself. I enjoyed once again alongside him almost fainting.
We left the sauna and went straight to my apartment, right into bed. He lay down on his back and I finally got a chance to suck him or at least try because he was so big and fat that only his head could fit inside of my mouthpiece even though I tried very hard to give this man as much pleasure as possible while I sucked he made me squat with my butt facing towards him his hands caressing my bottom his finger rubbing against my buttocks then he stood up grabbed me by the hair held me in four-hands put the spit in my mouth and slapped me across the face I screamed in fear, but he shouted one more time and then another again until it was almost as if he were beating my pocketbook. My cries were drowned out by his pickaxe, yet anyone who walked through the hall would hear me groaning or clapping on my bum while he beat me up calling me a hot little whore cowgirl tramp
Doesn't your husband's horn do that to you?
I started screaming at him, saying no, that he was a soft-ass horn, that I loved fucking another man, that his dick is small, and he's bald.
I was still breathing heavily when he ordered me to lie on my stomach, on two pillows and climb up the bundle. He opened my legs and thrust them all at once into my little mouthpiece, making me scream again from the violence of his blows and slaps that he kept giving.
Suddenly he stopped, sat on my thighs and took his dick out of my little mouthpiece and put it in the doorway to my kitchen. I begged him not to do that.
He shouted:
- Shut up, little whore your cousin is a virgin? Her husband's horn has not eaten his ass yet? Well done to him, now I will flatten your arse.
I tried to escape, started crying and kept begging him not to do that. With my hands I try to take the stick out of the entrance of my ass but it was too strong, he grabbed my arms and forced. The pain I felt is indescribable. That man was raping my little bundle, burying his dick without pity or mercy slowly inch by inch tearing up my asshole very slowly it seemed like it would go on forever I cried as I felt the mast of him coming in and going out until its balls came into my pocket all had gone through every single one of those eight-by-eighty centimeters of iron hard cock were buried down my arse. He pulled me by the hair as he pounded on my kitchen, harder and stronger.
Now I was on the edge of my bed, still on all fours with him standing up. In that position he would take everything out from under me and bury it again. The violence of his blows were so violent that I'd be thrown forward and fall to my knees. He'd tell me to go back and do it again, stronger. His dick had already gone in and out easily, I couldn't feel my ass any more, my body was asleep, I didn't know anymore whether pain or pleasure what I felt.
He laid me on the bed with my stomach up, opened my legs and in that position I saw this huge dick being buried again in my ass making me laugh more and more. As he laughed I felt once again the hot jets of sperm flooding my insides. I couldn't stand it and passed out from pleasure.
I woke up hours later, it was night and alone. Went to the bathroom and in the shower checked out what he'd done to me. My pussy had been skinned, my asshole totally burned open, my little bundle on fire, dizzy trying to figure out how I got the courage to do what I did. Remembering that my husband would be here soon, Should I tell him? Would he understand? Resolved not to say anything, when he arrived pretended too tired, actually myself, went for a fuck and fell asleep.
I stayed in that flat for two weeks and made out with my lover all those days, being his real whore without telling my husband who until this account was unaware of the story but as he has learned over time to be a very gentle horn who loves watching his wife moaning sweetly
I was 20 years old at the time, had my hair bleached so I was a delightful blonde 5'6", 110 pounds with small breasts and an enormous buttocks as well as a cute little bikini mark because we were on our honeymoon in the Northeast. I was always treated like a "little princess" by all my boyfriends, they always had sex with me affectionately, there weren't many men in my life and I believed that I never really got an orgasm because I could never satisfy myself.
I masturbated frequently, always imagining big strong and exaggeratedly well-endowed men. My husband was the first to encourage me to wear more daring clothes that would value my body size, especially my bottom which by the way, I still hesitated giving it to him since I had never done anal sex with anyone before. I even tried but it hurt a lot and my loving husband as usual respected me and interrupted penetration.
The flat was cozy, it had a nice recreation area with gym equipment, sun deck and swimming pool, dry saunas and steam rooms - enough for me to feel comfortable since I would be spending my days alone there.
I went to lunch with my husband, it was a rainy Tuesday and at his request I was wearing a micro scarf clinging to my body that so tightly insisted on climbing every step of mine. Lunch was delicious and we were ready to go back to the flat for fucking the rest of the afternoon but he still had very late work (for 15 days honeymoon) and had to return to the firm. Disappointed I returned alone.
Arriving at the reception, I asked the clerk if the sauna was working. He told me it was off but that if I wanted to go he could arrange for one to be prepared for me. I replied that I would like very much because I had nothing better to do that afternoon. While waiting, I noticed that a man impressively tall and strong did not take his eyes away from me. He was checking in and should have been filling out the form but his eyes were running through my body. I felt confused, didn't want to but I liked it. I decided to provoke a little bit and leaned over the counter, making my skirt go up slightly and revealing part of my butt, calling the receptionist and telling him to let me know when the sauna was ready.
Half an hour later, the phone rings and the sauna is ready. I go upstairs to my dressing room, take off all of my clothes, wrap myself in a towel and come inside. Inside alone, I start thinking about sex; I'm hard-oned. Remember what happened at the reception desk: that man! That look! I was naked, alone, started thinking about him, began masturbating. A noise on the door wakes me from my daydreams and when I notice someone entering the bathroom...
The place was dark and the fumes made it hard to see who had entered, but before long he stood in front of me. He'd just dried up my face a moment earlier. I covered myself with his clumsy handkerchief, apologizing for being so at ease. He only smiled and said with the biggest stick-face on earth: "Don't apologize; go ahead because you will be too". With that, he took off his towel and walked towards me. My eyes were fixed on this same molester member already much bigger than mine. He sat down next to me like it was the most natural thing in the world, and he started talking to me. At first I was shy but then I let go of myself and began telling him about my life, my marriage, our honeymoon until I decided to take a shower. And so I got up and went into the showers and opened them and poured cold water all over my body. Then I closed my eyes and started thinking what crazy things I'd been doing: What a body he had, hair on his chest and legs muscles big hands and that huge thing completely hard pointing at me not even in my most depraved dreams could I have imagined there was such a stick as this one
He, realizing that I didn't take my eyes off his dick said:
- Did you like it?
I ran out, grabbed my clothes, wanted to go home, was embarrassed and confused, thought about my husband at work, had a hard-on, that guy's dick was huge, my pussy was soaked, I just got married, my body burned with desire. The more I thought of my husband, the hotter it became.
As soon as I walked in, he stood up and took me by the arms and kissed me.
I couldn't change my mind any more and gave myself up completely.
He put me on my knees in the bench, ordered me to bend down with his elbows against the top seat and began licking. His tongue penetrated so deeply into my little mouth that it was more like a pinto; he gave licks which went from my clitoris all the way up to my buttock. I rolled around, groaned, trembled with excitement. I enjoyed an unprecedented full enjoyment of this delicious man's language.
Still in the same position, I felt his dick leaning against my pussy. I trembled with fear and shouted when he forced its entrance, but my hard-on spoke louder, I endured the onslaught. I felt my vagina being torn apart. He started forcing it to enter, feeling my penis invading, he went backwards, upwards, downwards. I began laughing again as soon as I could feel his balls pressed into my vagina. It had all gone inside. I had one orgasm after another, trembling with pleasure, saying intelligible things and moaning like a puppy dog. And he kept putting it in my pocket faster, stronger, fast, strong. For the first time ever I felt waves of sperm inside me. His dick pulsated while pouring semen into my little mouthpiece. He held me by the waist completely buried within myself. I enjoyed once again alongside him almost fainting.
We left the sauna and went straight to my apartment, right into bed. He lay down on his back and I finally got a chance to suck him or at least try because he was so big and fat that only his head could fit inside of my mouthpiece even though I tried very hard to give this man as much pleasure as possible while I sucked he made me squat with my butt facing towards him his hands caressing my bottom his finger rubbing against my buttocks then he stood up grabbed me by the hair held me in four-hands put the spit in my mouth and slapped me across the face I screamed in fear, but he shouted one more time and then another again until it was almost as if he were beating my pocketbook. My cries were drowned out by his pickaxe, yet anyone who walked through the hall would hear me groaning or clapping on my bum while he beat me up calling me a hot little whore cowgirl tramp
Doesn't your husband's horn do that to you?
I started screaming at him, saying no, that he was a soft-ass horn, that I loved fucking another man, that his dick is small, and he's bald.
I was still breathing heavily when he ordered me to lie on my stomach, on two pillows and climb up the bundle. He opened my legs and thrust them all at once into my little mouthpiece, making me scream again from the violence of his blows and slaps that he kept giving.
Suddenly he stopped, sat on my thighs and took his dick out of my little mouthpiece and put it in the doorway to my kitchen. I begged him not to do that.
He shouted:
- Shut up, little whore your cousin is a virgin? Her husband's horn has not eaten his ass yet? Well done to him, now I will flatten your arse.
I tried to escape, started crying and kept begging him not to do that. With my hands I try to take the stick out of the entrance of my ass but it was too strong, he grabbed my arms and forced. The pain I felt is indescribable. That man was raping my little bundle, burying his dick without pity or mercy slowly inch by inch tearing up my asshole very slowly it seemed like it would go on forever I cried as I felt the mast of him coming in and going out until its balls came into my pocket all had gone through every single one of those eight-by-eighty centimeters of iron hard cock were buried down my arse. He pulled me by the hair as he pounded on my kitchen, harder and stronger.
Now I was on the edge of my bed, still on all fours with him standing up. In that position he would take everything out from under me and bury it again. The violence of his blows were so violent that I'd be thrown forward and fall to my knees. He'd tell me to go back and do it again, stronger. His dick had already gone in and out easily, I couldn't feel my ass any more, my body was asleep, I didn't know anymore whether pain or pleasure what I felt.
He laid me on the bed with my stomach up, opened my legs and in that position I saw this huge dick being buried again in my ass making me laugh more and more. As he laughed I felt once again the hot jets of sperm flooding my insides. I couldn't stand it and passed out from pleasure.
I woke up hours later, it was night and alone. Went to the bathroom and in the shower checked out what he'd done to me. My pussy had been skinned, my asshole totally burned open, my little bundle on fire, dizzy trying to figure out how I got the courage to do what I did. Remembering that my husband would be here soon, Should I tell him? Would he understand? Resolved not to say anything, when he arrived pretended too tired, actually myself, went for a fuck and fell asleep.
I stayed in that flat for two weeks and made out with my lover all those days, being his real whore without telling my husband who until this account was unaware of the story but as he has learned over time to be a very gentle horn who loves watching his wife moaning sweetly
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