The Second Man in My Life (Part Two)

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I didn't continue last time because recalling it made me excited again, my heart racing...
When he pressed my head down to make me swallow it all the way, I realized it wasn't as long or as thick as my boyfriend's. Because it didn't stimulate that deep spot as much as his, swallowing it wasn't as strenuous.
Actually, I've loved it ever since the first time I slept with my boyfriend's penis. Swallowing the most mysterious part of the person I love most gives me the feeling of swallowing their whole being. So, whenever I get excited, I voluntarily lick it for my boyfriend. He says I'm a natural slut who loves sucking penises.
Seeing his expression of enjoyment every time I slept with him makes me feel incredibly satisfied and even more excited. Thinking about how wanton I am like those women in porn makes me even more excited.
Especially when I swallow it all the way, that thick thing filling my throat, feeling its throbbing, our souls intertwined...
But my boyfriend's is too thick and long. Often, after a while, my throat hurts, and I gag many times. I like the suffocating feeling of deep throating, but I don't like the gagging sensation. The mental pleasure and the physical pain are contradictory. Thankfully, my boyfriend doesn't force me to deep throat all the time.
The penis in front of me felt very comfortable to suck; it didn't make me feel nauseous. Although it wasn't as stimulating as sucking my boyfriend's, it was much easier.
After sucking for a while, he pressed my head down, making me swallow it all the way down, keeping it deep in my throat until I couldn't breathe.
After I spat it out, I looked at his penis and noticed a big difference from my boyfriend's: my boyfriend's was thin at the base, thickening towards the base, with a large, round glans and prominent veins.
His wasn't as long, about 14 centimeters, and not as thick as my boyfriend's, which was about normal size. But the shape was strange; it was curved. I'd never seen such a curved penis in porn.
The shaft was almost straight, curving upwards from the middle, becoming even more curved near the glans, like a hook. The glans wasn't as big as my boyfriend's, but much larger than the shaft, like a mushroom head. It
was dark in color, with a lot of stiff hair. Looking at a stranger's penis so closely made my face burn with embarrassment.
He grabbed my chin, made me lift my head, and asked, "Is it as big as your man's?"
I said no, and he said I'd see how powerful he was when he fucked me, that he'd drain me completely.
Then he made me lie on top of him and kiss him, so I got up and knelt on top of him. His tongue was incredibly long, thin and long, like a penis, forcefully burrowing into my mouth—a completely different feeling from my boyfriend's, it felt amazing.
While I was kissing him, he put both hands inside his pants, grabbing my buttocks and rubbing them hard. Then his fingers rubbed back and forth along my buttocks, lingering over my anus each time, rubbing it, then smearing my vaginal fluid on it and inserting his fingers in and out.
I took his hands away because I couldn't accept a stranger touching my anus. He didn't continue touching me, he didn't force me.
Suddenly, he sucked on my tongue tightly and wouldn't let go, slapping me across the face with his right hand. Although it didn't hurt, the feeling of humiliation suddenly overwhelmed me. My tongue was being sucked on, and I couldn't do anything about it, so I just groaned and glared at him.
After seeing my reaction, he pushed me to the ground, then stood up, pulled down his pants, and stood on the ground. He grabbed my hair and forced me to kneel down, pulling so hard it hurt, but I obediently knelt. Before I could react, he slapped me across the face. It hurt terribly and stunned me. I knelt there, glaring at him, and he slapped me again.
I felt humiliated and wronged; my boyfriend had never hit me before. He slapped me twice, and I tried to get up and leave. He grabbed my hair, made me lift my face, slapped me again, and then pried open my mouth, forcing me to swallow his penis.
As soon as I swallowed it, he pressed my head down, forcing me to swallow it all the way. I refused, but he pulled my hair hard, and the pain forced me to swallow it all the way. Then he pressed my head down so I couldn't move, thrusting forward forcefully, saying: "
You're just a slut, what are you pretending to be, a saint? Do you know why your lips are so beautiful? It's because you were born to put all kinds of penises in your mouth. Your face is so pretty, just to seduce men and have them ejaculate on it." "You slut, still pretending to be a saint here? I'll fucking shove your mouth apart. Why the hell is your ass so big? Because you're a slut at heart. When you develop, your ass has to grow big and perky. That's your fate, a slut's fate. You're meant to be fucked, to be pinned down like a bitch with your ass sticking up. Why is a saint wearing a thong on a date? And tight jeans too, isn't it just because you want to be fucked? Now that you can't be fucked, why the hell is your pussy so wet? You slut, if you don't obey, I'll kill you!"
I was terrified by his words and regretted coming to the meeting. I felt like I'd met a scumbag. I wanted to leave, but with his dick in my mouth and him pulling my hair, I didn't dare move. I could only endure the suffocation and nausea and continue swallowing without moving.
He grabbed my hair and made me spit out his penis, then pulled me up and pressed me onto the sofa. He sat on my waist, pulling my hair and making me turn to kiss him, then sucking on my tongue and refusing to let go…
When he released me, my tongue was numb, and I felt the effects of the alcohol kicking in; I was dizzy and dazed, unsure if it was from the alcohol or from the beating.
He flipped me over, immediately lifting my clothes and grabbing and kneading my breasts through my bra, his penis rubbing against my crotch through the fabric, then kissing my neck, biting my earlobe, and asking in my ear:
"Slut, still want some cock? Want to leave now? Not so easy. I'll fuck you until I'm done, who told you to be so slutty?"
Then he straddled my face, shoving his penis into my mouth and making me swallow it.
At that point, I couldn't tell if I wanted it or not, so I swallowed his penis and licked it well. He looked like he was enjoying it, and started moaning. After a while, I felt a warm current flow through my vagina, and I became increasingly excited.
I didn't know if it was the humiliation that excited me or a physiological reaction; all I wanted was for him to fuck me as soon as possible, for his hook-like cock to penetrate my body, so I licked him even more diligently.
He noticed, pulled out his cock, walked to the bedside, sat down, took off his shirt, and started masturbating, telling me to kneel and crawl over to him to suck him.
I got off the sofa and crawled over, thinking that only by pleasing him could I get him to fuck me hard. As
soon as I crawled over and grabbed his cock to suck, he said, "
Slut, take off your outer clothes."
I felt very embarrassed, after all, in front of a strange man, and didn't want to take them off. He raised his right hand, and I was afraid he would hit me, so I obediently took off my outer shirt and sucked him for a while. Then he told me to take off my tank top, so I took it off and continued sucking him.
He kept touching me, grabbing my breasts, pinching and kneading my nipples. I became more and more excited and enjoyed it more and more. He also became more and more excited, and I could feel his penis getting harder and harder.
Then he told me to take off my jeans, so I stood up and took them off. Just as I was about to kneel down, he said to turn around so I could see.
I agreed and turned around. He then said to get on the bed, turn around, and stick your big ass up so I could see. So
I lay on the bed with my ass up for him to see.
He said, "You're such a fucking slut, such a big ass, such a slim waist. It would feel amazing to fuck you from behind. You slut, masturbate for me. Pull down your thong and let me see if your little cunt is wet."
I did as he said because I really wanted him to fuck me. I was already soaking wet down there. While I was masturbating, I could feel him stroking his penis, groping for something as he did so. When I turned around, I saw him filming me with his phone. I turned back and lay on the bed to continue masturbating, imagining him fucking me later. I was incredibly excited, and my vagina became even wetter.
I don't remember how long I masturbated, maybe a few minutes, when he suddenly slapped my butt. It hurt, it burned. Before I could react, he slapped me again, and I collapsed onto the bed. "
Slut, come here, keep sucking my cock."
Hearing this, I got up, knelt on the bed, turned around, crawled over, and started sucking between his legs. He took off my bra and kept rubbing my breasts, then asked, "
Slut, do you want me to fuck you?"
I nodded. He said, "How can I fuck you if you don't beg me?"
I couldn't say it, so he grabbed my hair, made me look up at him, and slapped me again. I was about to say something when he slapped me again. I was scared he'd keep hitting me, so I said, "Please."
He asked, "Why are
you begging me?" I said, "Please fuck me.
" "How?"
I said, "Please, fuck me with your dick."
He said, "Call me husband, say you called yourself a slut."
He broke down my last bit of defense, and I knelt down, looking at him, clutching his penis, and said, "Husband, please, hurry up and fuck this slut with your penis. This slut can't take it anymore, I want you to fuck me."
He let go of my hair and told me to get a condom. Then he got off the bed, and after I put the condom on him, he told me to lie face down on the edge of the bed with my ass sticking up. I wanted to take off my thong, but he wouldn't let me, saying that sluts are always fucked in their underwear and can't take it off.
I obediently lay down, and he told me to open my legs, which I did. Then he came over and hugged my ass, rubbing his glans against my labia and clitoris, but he wouldn't penetrate me. When his glans rubbed against my labia, I couldn't stand the itching and wanted him to penetrate me, but he just wouldn't. He kept rubbing against the outside. I couldn't take it anymore, so I arched my ass back, trying to put it in myself.
Every time I arched back, he moved away, always rubbing without penetrating, while rubbing and slapping my ass. The force wasn't great, but it still hurt quite a bit.
He said, "You slut, itchy, isn't it? Beg me, or who will put it in?"
I didn't care about anything else, and cried out, "Fuck me quickly, this slut can't take it anymore. Please, husband
, hurry up and fuck me to death." At this moment, he saw that the time was right, so he spread my thighs a little wider, pressed the head of his penis against my vaginal opening, and then grabbed my buttocks with both hands, saying, "Slut, your husband is in. I'm the second man to fuck you, enjoy it!"
Before he finished speaking, he thrust in all the way. In that instant, I was incredibly excited and instantly orgasmed because the second man in my life had finally entered my body. I no longer belonged only to my boyfriend. My pure body had entered a cock-hook, a strange man, a man who led me to lust...

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