Perverted?
The man I dated was married, much older and very dominant.
I had met him by chance in a hotel bar and he had charmed me and
slowly seduced me and as the weeks passed had me completely under his spell.
We had made out and had great sex but each time he pushed the limits a little more.
I was 19 and curious and he in his mid or even late 40ies and money was never a question.
He bought me perfume, clothes, dinners and play-things.
As our relationship developed he became increasingly authoritarian and demanding.
Strangely, it aroused and attracted me more and more and soon I listened and obeyed
his every wish and kink.
One evening after couple of glasses of wine he brought me along to a small studio in the
middle of the city, belonging to one of his influential friends. It was jusr one room
and a big window and balcony overlooking the city. It was nicely furnished. But it had clearly
recently been used. The shhets on the bed were pulled off and lay in a heap on the floor,
the two down pillows still pressed into a corner and two wet towels lay on the floor and there
lay different coloured used condoms spread around on the bed and floor and in a small weed
waste asket.
He immediately kissed me sweetly when we got in and whispered in my ear that he wanted me
to strip for him. He put on some sensual music and leaned back onto the front door as I started to
slowly dance and strip fo him. I took off my short lesther jacket, my thin short purple silk top and danced
bare breasted for a while. Then I unzipped my short black leather skirt and wiggled out of it.
Roating my hips and watching him over my shouldder I pulled down my black g-strings and let it fall
to the floor. I danced some more in my stayup black patterned stockings and red high heels.
He turned on the bright ceiling light and started taking pictures of me.
Then he asked me to lie down on the bed and caress myself. I slowly crawled onto it and lay down
on my back. He told me not to move anything and I lay down among the used rubbers. The mattress was wet in a lot of places and it smelled of sperm. I lay my head down and closed my eyes and started caressing my breasts and pussy as he photographed me.
After a short whike I opened my eyes and saw him smile. I was aroused and liked to see him so pleased
with me. He said he would buy me the black high heeled boots we had looked at the day before and picked
up a red and a green condom and placed them on my stomach and venus mound. He took two more and
placed them on my breasts. I stopped massaging myself as he took more pictures, asking me to smile.
I did as he asked me and he picked up two more filled condoms and placed one over my forehead. The other one
he turned and pushed the opening into my mouth, leaving it hanging down my cheek. He laughed as he
photographed and seeing me ashamed and red faced and feeling increasingly filthy and humiliated.
The ceiling light felt far too bright and although it was warm, I shivered as he took two more used condoms
and poured the semen in them over my breasts. I should have asked him to stop but for some reason I didn't.
He knew he could do anything with me. He had a strange magnetism and fatherly tone and when he poured
out the big contents of a skin coloured condom out over my face I just accepted it.
He said I looked so beautiful as he took portrait pictures of me. He placed it on my lips and asked me to open my mouth.
Looking up at him I opened my mouth wide and he poured the last drops into it.
Laughing he told me to get dressed as he wanted to get a drink in the nearby bar.
Dazed and strangely aroused and with the taste of a stranger's sperm in my mouth I removed the many condoms,
got up and quickly dressed.
We left and walked silently the short distance to the bar. It was full of people. He ordered us some wine and
although we stood a the end of the counter he pulled out his mobile and started showing me the pictures he just had
taken of me. He said I was so increadibly pretty with all the condoms and cum.
My sweet slut he whispered in my ear and I blushed nervously but happy that he was so happy with me.
I had met him by chance in a hotel bar and he had charmed me and
slowly seduced me and as the weeks passed had me completely under his spell.
We had made out and had great sex but each time he pushed the limits a little more.
I was 19 and curious and he in his mid or even late 40ies and money was never a question.
He bought me perfume, clothes, dinners and play-things.
As our relationship developed he became increasingly authoritarian and demanding.
Strangely, it aroused and attracted me more and more and soon I listened and obeyed
his every wish and kink.
One evening after couple of glasses of wine he brought me along to a small studio in the
middle of the city, belonging to one of his influential friends. It was jusr one room
and a big window and balcony overlooking the city. It was nicely furnished. But it had clearly
recently been used. The shhets on the bed were pulled off and lay in a heap on the floor,
the two down pillows still pressed into a corner and two wet towels lay on the floor and there
lay different coloured used condoms spread around on the bed and floor and in a small weed
waste asket.
He immediately kissed me sweetly when we got in and whispered in my ear that he wanted me
to strip for him. He put on some sensual music and leaned back onto the front door as I started to
slowly dance and strip fo him. I took off my short lesther jacket, my thin short purple silk top and danced
bare breasted for a while. Then I unzipped my short black leather skirt and wiggled out of it.
Roating my hips and watching him over my shouldder I pulled down my black g-strings and let it fall
to the floor. I danced some more in my stayup black patterned stockings and red high heels.
He turned on the bright ceiling light and started taking pictures of me.
Then he asked me to lie down on the bed and caress myself. I slowly crawled onto it and lay down
on my back. He told me not to move anything and I lay down among the used rubbers. The mattress was wet in a lot of places and it smelled of sperm. I lay my head down and closed my eyes and started caressing my breasts and pussy as he photographed me.
After a short whike I opened my eyes and saw him smile. I was aroused and liked to see him so pleased
with me. He said he would buy me the black high heeled boots we had looked at the day before and picked
up a red and a green condom and placed them on my stomach and venus mound. He took two more and
placed them on my breasts. I stopped massaging myself as he took more pictures, asking me to smile.
I did as he asked me and he picked up two more filled condoms and placed one over my forehead. The other one
he turned and pushed the opening into my mouth, leaving it hanging down my cheek. He laughed as he
photographed and seeing me ashamed and red faced and feeling increasingly filthy and humiliated.
The ceiling light felt far too bright and although it was warm, I shivered as he took two more used condoms
and poured the semen in them over my breasts. I should have asked him to stop but for some reason I didn't.
He knew he could do anything with me. He had a strange magnetism and fatherly tone and when he poured
out the big contents of a skin coloured condom out over my face I just accepted it.
He said I looked so beautiful as he took portrait pictures of me. He placed it on my lips and asked me to open my mouth.
Looking up at him I opened my mouth wide and he poured the last drops into it.
Laughing he told me to get dressed as he wanted to get a drink in the nearby bar.
Dazed and strangely aroused and with the taste of a stranger's sperm in my mouth I removed the many condoms,
got up and quickly dressed.
We left and walked silently the short distance to the bar. It was full of people. He ordered us some wine and
although we stood a the end of the counter he pulled out his mobile and started showing me the pictures he just had
taken of me. He said I was so increadibly pretty with all the condoms and cum.
My sweet slut he whispered in my ear and I blushed nervously but happy that he was so happy with me.
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