Inside of me (forgive my english)

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Inside of me (forgive my english)1It is not easy for me to remember this story.Every time, I seem to walk near a ravine dark and mysterious, a place without carefully avoid, a corner of the mind that scares me even after so many years.I’ve never been afraid of this man, in fact, I felt sorry for him. Today when I remember I think he had big problems. The fear I feel is really my only!Of the past remember that when I returned home, full of pain and unhappy, I felt great fear of my ability. I dreaded to think of the things that I had agreed to do and also the fact that I was ready to do even those things and even more.Sometimes I thought that the next meeting could be the last. I could also die, and I was only 19 years old! At night, I massaged the buttocks, and breasts always marked with bruises. I cried for my destiny, but inside I was enjoying the evil that I had been able to endure. I felt like a hero, I thought that another would not have been as good as me. When he was called as the “Russian roulette”. A challenge.Who would win? “He” was the professor. My mother had sent me to repeat latin and greek. His looked like a old-fashioned family, no c***dren. His wife was a pianist but she was dumb and never left home. They seemed friendly people, just a little ‘locked in the house. When the door closed, his wife was in awe of him and feared him.Our story began in front of the wife.- Not good, Cynthia! – Once said in the kitchen. – If you want to learn to remember, I think you need to put up with a little discipline you feel? –2That evening I came home very confusing. The word discipline I felt it in my head. I was not sure understood what he meant. I grew up with my mother, my father was not with us: he had become an alcoholic and had made a bad end. I just remember that when I met him, crying and smelled of wine. Of course I loved him, but I was embarrassed. I thought it was better if he had disappeared. In fact, never saw him again.I looked in the dictionary discipline word, for seeking information without to my boyfriend. My mother was pleased that I had a young friend. It was more quiet if he knew that I had company, she worked all day.Carlo, the professor, said canlı bahis siteleri no more but scold me for my few studio. Meanwhile, as a seed, the word discipline in my head, because I felt offended by him.I thought: “Who the fuck are you?” I grew up alone while remaining a girl valid. Without a father I learned to get by without trouble. I worked for the house very well and I studied.Now comes the professor and wants to teach me the discipline?I thought, “The truth is that he do everything more complicated, you’re an miserable old with a wife stupid. you get excited to see you at home a young girl like me. Sexy, fragrant, dirty old man!”I thought this when I went to Carlo, twice a week.I felt sorry for him: 50 Years, belly, small.The mushy hands of someone who has never worked. Dressed in gray.But his eyes, looking at me always, I digging into the soul.I was young but not stupid.To him provoke and infuriate, I became an exhibitionist all the time I was at home. Always with miniskirt, stockings and low-cut blouses.I hadn’t big breasts but I was a young girl and had two beautiful apples high and tight. Very attractive to a man. I was not wearing anything under her clothes. I had flesh-colored stockings or black and I sat so that you could see under my skirt.I saw that he was spying. So, to make him suffer, open my legs and or else I lowered to pick up something from the floor. Charles could not do anything, his wife was with us. I wanted death him because he could not get anything. He looked but not commenting.His wife was uncomfortable. Charles always had a sly smile on his face.A damn afternoon, I was nervous for a stupid mistake and I quarreled with him. Even for a small mistake scold me strong with malice. I was furious, for the first time I accepted his challenge:- Ok, I’m stupid! – I said crying – So let’s try with system your. I want to see what you’ll get from me. I warn you: do not be able to me bend! -Calm, Charles waited, while his wife, from the kitchen, he looked nervous:- Are you really ready? – He said, and stood up. He came close to me, he began to caress her hair gently – So, dear girl, you’ll first need to learn take me everything perabet inside of you! -3That night I came home upset. He had to me something that even my boyfriend had ever done. I was not prepared, I was not even excited, I was locked!Did I spoken of oral sex with her friends, of course, but I had never practiced. Charles, with his eyes half closed he masturbated for a few minutes in silence. embarrassed his wife watched from the kitchen. I, meanwhile, was ashamed and tried not to look at the cock of her husband. The silence was in the room, very strange.We were all so close and at the same time, lost in our thoughts. Not knowing what to do expected that the atmosphere was ended. Soon after, Charles stood on tiptoe. Without stopping penetrated me between lips soft with cock into his mouth up to the tongue. The glans was hot. Immediately a salt cream filled my whole mouth:- Drink it all, swallows! – Said trembling with pleasure – Learn to be mine, to feel everything inside … – And pushed it down his throat.After I coughed and tried to spit out the sperm instinctively, but he put his hand on my mouth.At home I washed many times but I had in the nose the smell of him. While having dinner I knew to have all his seed in the belly. My mother did not notice anything. The next day I was confused. I decided to talk to mom.I had to look for the right words or invent an excuse. But the evening did not say anything! I did not go to class, but I went to his house the next week.That situation was disgusting but I had the desire to fall into it. I wanted to yield to him, to be contaminated, I cannot explain.4At his home challenged him openly and treated badly his wife, because she had not defend for me. We made lesson normally. At 6 he leaned back in his chair and took off his glasses calmly.- So Cynthia, you did not come at lesson, right? – He said. – Sure – I was angry – I had to think, decide … – The man wanted me and I was certain to have power over him.- Why did not you warn? Do you think the people expect your whims? – I was amazed: my professor instead of being ashamed, scolded me. – Now stand up and puts his hands on the chair! – I thought, “This perabet giriş is crazy” and yet defiantly accepted his command, slowly I turned and I obeyed. – Lift up your ridiculous skirt above the ass and put it in her stocking! -I did it with a lot of anger, and my lack of will made me cry. With a thin reed, for the first time in my life, I received blows to the ass. Forty lashes.The first 20 over the socks but I had no panties, as always, and the other 20 on the bare bottom. He was struck me in the same spot, hurting, until my ass became red and then blue. He forced me to count the blows he gave me. After knocked down me. Once again, put it in my mouth and came all inside of me. This time, everything sucked greedily.I was lost girl! My legs were trembling.The next day the signs had almost disappeared, after three days, I felt the need to take more.From that moment I became an object in the hands of Charles.Thus began. Now his wife was with us. It helped me to take the most difficult positions, often tied me and when her husband ended, she stroked and massaged me with creams. I did not understand that woman. Carlo made me undress by her, then began to hit me in the bathroom, if I screamed in pain I felt. He liked or wet me with water or with his urine.Beat me with the rod and struck me across the copro, feet, thighs and butt, sometimes the breast. If I was rebellious beat me stronger. Sometimes I was naked in the tub and he was sitting nearby. His wife filled me with warm water with a large syringe: the anus or to the vagina. I swelled a lot and after I emptied me in the bathtub. The shame and humiliation was part of the game. He treated me badly and I lose respect for me. The enema was not very painful but it made me weak. I had never had before. At the end of each “lesson” always wanted came to me inside: it was his obsession. He said that his sperm was a part of him that I had to bring inside me.One day the desire to make me a slave was stronger. He knew that I did not like needles.Its perversion asked the impossible. Cum in a glass of water while he touched me all over.After he wanted to inject the veins with a drip, water and sperm. I ran out half naked.It was raining and the rain washed me from the body of one madness year.Now I am a normal woman and I’m surprised. I’ve never told this horrible story, not even to my husband could have misconceptions … and I still have a fear… of needles!The end

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