AM WHORE (IV): Photos

As I told you in the last stories, the same Pedro left the language revealing what happened in the cache, and the rumor was passed from mouth to mouth Both boys and I we denied, which as in every rumor in the village had divided opinions. about it believed and others no. This division of opinions kept in very good place to Pedro, for those who do not believe it took for granted that he was trying to avenge because I had rejected him. Months passed, and I even enjoyed myself with the rumor. The people speculated as I passed and had already won a reputation of slut whose veracity remained a mystery to all people, plus I was happy over the fact that Peter came out as ” badly. ” as a result of his own vileness my 14 years already served, I reached home by mail an envelope. On one side I put my name and address and the sender side put PEDRO. When I opened it and saw what was inside, my heart made me a thousand beats. I took the envelope as a dozen photos taken from outside the hut Luis, where through a window is one of the orgies that boys rode with me saw. There was also a paper that put a written ” Do you like the pictures? If you do not want other people see all the people call me at *********&quot ;. He gave me a lot of anger see those photos and the threat because becoming hostage to an unpleasant uncle was the last thing I wanted, and also because I imagined what he wanted from me. I called and was quoted the next day at 5 pm at the cemetery entrance.

Well, I was there at 5 pm, newcomer to the cemetery, a little tired because it is uphill and away from the village. I had to wait half an hour until Peter appeared on his motorbike. He took a helmet, told me to come up and we went further up the mountain to deviate by a narrow unpaved road. We reached the end of the road, and deeply involved in the forest, and there stood the bike. We took off his helmet and made me fall. I asked him to please not teach those pictures to anyone, and he said if I cared so keep these photos secret, would have to show willing to do anything. So I agreed, which took me to a spiral that would have no chance of succeeding stop.

He said that from that moment began a game that I would have to pass tests for sexual course, and in each he would bring me new photos. Ironically I asked if he was satisfied, and I did not bother to respond. Perhaps expecting fear on my part, or to beg pity, considering that she was alone, helpless, he could do whatever he wanted and I could not refuse because I was blackmailed. But he could not allow it to be so: where there should be only fear he had resigned, expressionless. I could not give him the satisfaction of seeing me upset and humiliated.

I absorbed everything like a new adventure, and even a part of me was dying to know what the first of these tests would be. He told me to undress and I did. As I fought my clothes, he was taking my picture with a camera that took the trunk of the bike, and once naked made me suck. In my heart I thought that this time it would not happen the first time in the cache, and it was. His first grunts of pleasure were accompanied with comments like ” fuck this really is a blowjob&quot ;, ” have made you a good fucking in the cabin&quot ;, ” the way I like, bitch&quot ;, etc., which implied he was enjoying the way I pajearle lips, tongue rub the tip, making a rush to swallow it all for a moment … everything becomes a good ‘housekeeping’. During that made me suck a few pictures until the camera again landed on the bike, his cock was removed and the pajeó with one hand while with the other I grabbed his hair to immobilize the head. It ran splattering on the cheeks and inside the mouth. He picked up the camera, and told me to clean up the traces of semen facing the target. I pulled a couple of photos giving lengü etazos to drops of semen that is left in the tip and the pringada face. Then he gave me some tissues and told me “! To show you I’m not as bad ha ha ha&quot ;. I wiped my face and took me back to the cemetery. When we arrived at the cemetery told me that he had made me his private whore, and that apart fuck him when he pleased, I was going to make fuck peorcito of people: old drunk, a bum, a delayed, Gypsies, … He asked me if I took pills and I said yes (it was true, I began to take it from that scare with Luis and I’m still taking). He said I’d better all the semen that would accommodate my pussy.

We continued to see each time the relationship with his girlfriend is permitted, and never lacked his camera to sacármelas in erotic, pornographic situations, including some that many women would consider degrading. From the second time the thing was not in a blowjob, she loved to fuck, whip the buttocks and thighs with fine branches that was, used to take cucumbers and bananas to masturbate with them (the peeled bananas because he liked how apretándomelos crumbled in pussy), rope to tie the tree … and I did not in the ass because he said he did not like-and it is not previously had so much as now, that you are with me insaciables- enjoyed in many different ways, and always I took pictures to remember. At least (or so he said I) had no detail to bring to reveal photos of the village shop, which is a large village but most of the known world, but closer to the capital of the province to do .

After months in which he combined with his girlfriend me and I to him once he combined it with the guys cache (who knew nothing of what Peter), I got the first test of this hot gymkhana: I had to fuck with Venancio, an old drunk so disgusting that people 70 who had never married. The following story will focus on this adventure.