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As c***dren of parents who were brought up in the light of entertainment play acting and role-plays were always in the forefront of our free times as was nudity and witnessing sex.
d**gs were always in the background as was hard liqueur and men with an eye for a fresh faced girl like myself were always lurking and exposing themselves and you learned which men you could chastise and those you dare not, mother was very clear on that point and I would see her sneak into a bedroom or behind a door with some man for a few minutes, then she would be happy, as was daddy, because she landed a small role in a movie or TV show, with a stain on her blouse or the taste of semen on her lips, washed down with a drink.
Those were the hard times when keeping up appearances of family unity were strained because daddy knew my beautiful mother had to supplement her acting skills by other means, sometimes for less than she would earn on some street corner.
I too started out with modelling clothes for local papers then teen magazines. My periods started at twelve followed by my breasts and the offers came flooding in as did my education from my experienced mother, determined that I should not make the same mistakes she did, having sex favours with old men at thirteen.
I was enrolled in a c***d prodigy school at thirteen even though I looked sixteen with my maturing body outstripping my underwear as I bought new for a few weeks at least, my panties being worn at bursting point as my bum and hips curved into delights to behold to old eyes.
My uncle, a brother on mother's side was a cameraman and it was mainly thanks to his endeavors, part of the hefty fees were waived, and the boarding at his flat gave the illusion back home, everything was good for me and my uncle being family would make sure nothing would lure me away from the straight and narrow, nothing except uncle that is, even he fell under my charms, not that I wanted it to be like that, but nature herself made me feel different and always seemed to setting little traps to make me more aware of myself, it was inevitable that sex would explode into my nubile and feeble mind and uncle started to appear different to me.
One Sunday we went out into the surrounding countryside and he took his video camera, 'I'm going to shoot you on film to see what you look like', he said, 'and if you are good, I will show some people'.
I was nervous and frightened, but he assured me just to imagine it was purely a family thing and just relax, as if he was not there and so I did. being flattered by the attention and the tips he gave me and soon I was being a pro, as he put it, then as we sat eating sandwiches and coffee he brought he asked me about boys and sex.
In one way I was flattered, he was treating me as an adult and I felt like one, now I was being serious and grown-up and as we were on the sand-line of a beach, he suggested I go down to the shore line in my underwear and go for a swim, he wanted to film me and it was alright as a idea, until I undressed down to my underwear, I became self-conscious.
My brassiere and panties were not a matching set colour wise, my panties were way too small and did very little to hide my bushy pubic hair and my brassiere did little to contain my ample breasts or hide me rose bud nipples, I sat frozen and bunched-up on the edge of the beach, 'I need a costume', I pleaded with my uncle, but he just pointed the camera and started to film, then tickle me, which made me burst out in hysterics as the camera caught my every imperfection, much to uncles delight, which he expressed as we sat that night and played it back, again another lesson for me as he pointed certain things out, which included my pubic hair, breasts and ass.
'If I showed this to certain men', he said slowly and deliberately, 'they would be falling over themselves to get to you'. I smiles as his words sunk in, I was flattered and suddenly being hit by his words of encouragement, until he suggested I should go naked and be more adult.
That night in bed I dreamed about what he said and saw myself as I did in the film uncle had shot, by now we were closer than ever and I felt we had bonded as mother had predicted we would and in the morning when I got up and started the coffee, he came into the kitchen with the camera on as I stood by the sink in my baby-doll nightie, I was naked under it and he knew it and as he filmed I smiled in resignation as he circled and went down low looking up, I knew what he could see and felt strange but warm and wonderful, I took the camera and pointed it at him as he sat down, placing it on the counter-top, I went over to him and sat down on his lap and suddenly we were kissing and I had this overwhelming desire to be naked, as I could feel uncle too was excited as I was.
With the camera behind me I turned and straddled his lap, put my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, using my tongue to emphasize I was serious about this. I was moaning and grinding down onto his lap and I could feel his hands on my hips and sliding up raising my baby-dolls higher and higher until it dropped onto the floor. I could not believe my own ears when I heard myself utter, 'Fuck me', over and over until we were, he slipped inside me with ease, I was so wet and open and ground down on him until the heat of his semen told me he had cum inside me.
We watched our sex tape in the nude, I truly felt like a woman and from that point on we had regular sex, well daily sex and it was I who was the instigator, my appetite knew no bounds I was a 'l****a', 'Teach me everything you knew Uncle', I liked calling him that, simply because it had a very naughty ring to it and that sort of sex appealed to me.
'Women make the best porn'.
The person who said that to me should know what she was talking about, because she is a woman who has and still does make porn for women. I should call her Catherine.
Catherine's porn is based around women's fantasies, sex from a woman's point of view, which is more erotic than the constant brain dead crap men churn out, depicting women as sex machines, being debased, humiliated, tortured and non-gratified with normal sex, she has to be ****d and gang-banged, there always has to be a domination and a complete surrender which is all crap from a man's fucked up idea of what sexually pleases a woman.
Catherine is French and the best porn is French in which get to be women and act out their urges, I could relate to that, because I as a normal functioning woman get urges and they are powerful but suppressed by convention, men are terrified to see a woman let go and do her thing, perhaps a cuckold gets to see what his wife can be like when let off the hook, so to speak, that's why cuckold clips are treasured items to watch, where women take control and abuse men for their own pleasure.
Catherine was a free spirit, like me, she enjoyed good sex for her own sake and her husband just kept quiet and was rewarded with favours that Catherine would bestow on him, favours other men can only jack off too. Catherine would invite other women into her bed to share him with with surprising effects, 'Sometimes he can't even get his dick hard when confronted by a girl he never thought he could never fuck'.
Taken violently by a man you don't know can be an experience that ranks high for pleasure, we call it by another name for legal reasons, but men who commit this act know the women and and also know she enjoyed it.
I was s*******n and had just left a party. I was slightly drunk and feeling empty I knew deep down I would have liked to end the night with a fuck but the realization I was on my own, just added to my blues.
I had sat down on the landing of the communal entrance to the building that housed the eight apartments with my feel on the first step down, I was holding my tipsy head in my hands feeling sorry for myself when I suddenly realised I was being watched.
There was a man that I had never seen before, a man too old to have been at the party I had just left, standing son five steps down from where I sat, his eyes almost at my knee level, that made me aware of my vulnerability.
There was an irresistible force of nature at play, I had my need for sex slowly coursing through my young body, I was not denying I was horny enough to make it happen, so when he reached out and touched my knees, their looseness to fall open, immediately told this man to keep going, which he did in silence as I fell back onto the landing and closed my eyes.
His eagerness to have me excited me, and I could hear my underwear tearing as my tights and panties were ripped from my body and my open legs stretched the width of the staircase.
The heat of his breath and the rasping of his tongue on my labia and clitoris, made my throat tighten, I had never experienced 'Head' before and OMFG I was in heaven and almost cumming.
I looked down my body and saw his grey hair where my pubic hair would have been, now his fingers were probing inside me. My tights were ripped and my panties were around my thigh with the other leg ripped open when he tore them off to get at my crotch.
Then he stopped licking me and I looked down at him. He was looking down at me fiercely as he undid his belt, his flies, and now pushing his pants down.
I briefly saw his cock it looked bigger than my boyfriends and he was down between my thighs and easing himself inside me, I cursed myself it was so easy for him as I was so open and wet.
Again the feeling was nothing like I had ever experienced with my two lovers in the past, I was a girl being taken for the sake of a fuck. a freebie for the asking and as the realization I was not protected from his semen I panicked and struggled, but it only added to my excitement and as I did, I realized I was having an orgasm, he must have know that and soon the warmth of his semen as he filled my pussy with his spent lust.
He stood up as I lay prostrate hiding my face in my arms for fear he would see a girl just gratified by something she was forbidden to enjoy.
The warmth of his urine as he peed on me, in his final act of my spent humiliation as I lay accepting my fate, I turned onto my face and felt his warmth on my buttocks and pussy, washing his semen onto the concrete stairway, then he was gone and I cried, not from pain or the act itself, deep down I knew it was an experience I secretly enjoyed, but from the fact that I had to degrade myself for the ultimate in pleasure.
Being spanked by my uncle across his knee with my panties part way down my thighs, feeling his finger between my thighs as I wetted to his touch and felling the fire in my buttocks as he brought his hand down hard and firm, this mixture of humiliating pain and pleasure did not come close to that night a man took me at will to pleasure himself and instead found a girl who wanted it more than him.
Of course today I can cry foul and pretend my dignity was compromised and there would be no ending of cries of despair, but that's what females do, we know the truth and we use it to our own advantage.
Would be interested in your opinion of your experience, put a comment below and don't be shy, that way I know you exist.
d**gs were always in the background as was hard liqueur and men with an eye for a fresh faced girl like myself were always lurking and exposing themselves and you learned which men you could chastise and those you dare not, mother was very clear on that point and I would see her sneak into a bedroom or behind a door with some man for a few minutes, then she would be happy, as was daddy, because she landed a small role in a movie or TV show, with a stain on her blouse or the taste of semen on her lips, washed down with a drink.
Those were the hard times when keeping up appearances of family unity were strained because daddy knew my beautiful mother had to supplement her acting skills by other means, sometimes for less than she would earn on some street corner.
I too started out with modelling clothes for local papers then teen magazines. My periods started at twelve followed by my breasts and the offers came flooding in as did my education from my experienced mother, determined that I should not make the same mistakes she did, having sex favours with old men at thirteen.
I was enrolled in a c***d prodigy school at thirteen even though I looked sixteen with my maturing body outstripping my underwear as I bought new for a few weeks at least, my panties being worn at bursting point as my bum and hips curved into delights to behold to old eyes.
My uncle, a brother on mother's side was a cameraman and it was mainly thanks to his endeavors, part of the hefty fees were waived, and the boarding at his flat gave the illusion back home, everything was good for me and my uncle being family would make sure nothing would lure me away from the straight and narrow, nothing except uncle that is, even he fell under my charms, not that I wanted it to be like that, but nature herself made me feel different and always seemed to setting little traps to make me more aware of myself, it was inevitable that sex would explode into my nubile and feeble mind and uncle started to appear different to me.
One Sunday we went out into the surrounding countryside and he took his video camera, 'I'm going to shoot you on film to see what you look like', he said, 'and if you are good, I will show some people'.
I was nervous and frightened, but he assured me just to imagine it was purely a family thing and just relax, as if he was not there and so I did. being flattered by the attention and the tips he gave me and soon I was being a pro, as he put it, then as we sat eating sandwiches and coffee he brought he asked me about boys and sex.
In one way I was flattered, he was treating me as an adult and I felt like one, now I was being serious and grown-up and as we were on the sand-line of a beach, he suggested I go down to the shore line in my underwear and go for a swim, he wanted to film me and it was alright as a idea, until I undressed down to my underwear, I became self-conscious.
My brassiere and panties were not a matching set colour wise, my panties were way too small and did very little to hide my bushy pubic hair and my brassiere did little to contain my ample breasts or hide me rose bud nipples, I sat frozen and bunched-up on the edge of the beach, 'I need a costume', I pleaded with my uncle, but he just pointed the camera and started to film, then tickle me, which made me burst out in hysterics as the camera caught my every imperfection, much to uncles delight, which he expressed as we sat that night and played it back, again another lesson for me as he pointed certain things out, which included my pubic hair, breasts and ass.
'If I showed this to certain men', he said slowly and deliberately, 'they would be falling over themselves to get to you'. I smiles as his words sunk in, I was flattered and suddenly being hit by his words of encouragement, until he suggested I should go naked and be more adult.
That night in bed I dreamed about what he said and saw myself as I did in the film uncle had shot, by now we were closer than ever and I felt we had bonded as mother had predicted we would and in the morning when I got up and started the coffee, he came into the kitchen with the camera on as I stood by the sink in my baby-doll nightie, I was naked under it and he knew it and as he filmed I smiled in resignation as he circled and went down low looking up, I knew what he could see and felt strange but warm and wonderful, I took the camera and pointed it at him as he sat down, placing it on the counter-top, I went over to him and sat down on his lap and suddenly we were kissing and I had this overwhelming desire to be naked, as I could feel uncle too was excited as I was.
With the camera behind me I turned and straddled his lap, put my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, using my tongue to emphasize I was serious about this. I was moaning and grinding down onto his lap and I could feel his hands on my hips and sliding up raising my baby-dolls higher and higher until it dropped onto the floor. I could not believe my own ears when I heard myself utter, 'Fuck me', over and over until we were, he slipped inside me with ease, I was so wet and open and ground down on him until the heat of his semen told me he had cum inside me.
We watched our sex tape in the nude, I truly felt like a woman and from that point on we had regular sex, well daily sex and it was I who was the instigator, my appetite knew no bounds I was a 'l****a', 'Teach me everything you knew Uncle', I liked calling him that, simply because it had a very naughty ring to it and that sort of sex appealed to me.
'Women make the best porn'.
The person who said that to me should know what she was talking about, because she is a woman who has and still does make porn for women. I should call her Catherine.
Catherine's porn is based around women's fantasies, sex from a woman's point of view, which is more erotic than the constant brain dead crap men churn out, depicting women as sex machines, being debased, humiliated, tortured and non-gratified with normal sex, she has to be ****d and gang-banged, there always has to be a domination and a complete surrender which is all crap from a man's fucked up idea of what sexually pleases a woman.
Catherine is French and the best porn is French in which get to be women and act out their urges, I could relate to that, because I as a normal functioning woman get urges and they are powerful but suppressed by convention, men are terrified to see a woman let go and do her thing, perhaps a cuckold gets to see what his wife can be like when let off the hook, so to speak, that's why cuckold clips are treasured items to watch, where women take control and abuse men for their own pleasure.
Catherine was a free spirit, like me, she enjoyed good sex for her own sake and her husband just kept quiet and was rewarded with favours that Catherine would bestow on him, favours other men can only jack off too. Catherine would invite other women into her bed to share him with with surprising effects, 'Sometimes he can't even get his dick hard when confronted by a girl he never thought he could never fuck'.
Taken violently by a man you don't know can be an experience that ranks high for pleasure, we call it by another name for legal reasons, but men who commit this act know the women and and also know she enjoyed it.
I was s*******n and had just left a party. I was slightly drunk and feeling empty I knew deep down I would have liked to end the night with a fuck but the realization I was on my own, just added to my blues.
I had sat down on the landing of the communal entrance to the building that housed the eight apartments with my feel on the first step down, I was holding my tipsy head in my hands feeling sorry for myself when I suddenly realised I was being watched.
There was a man that I had never seen before, a man too old to have been at the party I had just left, standing son five steps down from where I sat, his eyes almost at my knee level, that made me aware of my vulnerability.
There was an irresistible force of nature at play, I had my need for sex slowly coursing through my young body, I was not denying I was horny enough to make it happen, so when he reached out and touched my knees, their looseness to fall open, immediately told this man to keep going, which he did in silence as I fell back onto the landing and closed my eyes.
His eagerness to have me excited me, and I could hear my underwear tearing as my tights and panties were ripped from my body and my open legs stretched the width of the staircase.
The heat of his breath and the rasping of his tongue on my labia and clitoris, made my throat tighten, I had never experienced 'Head' before and OMFG I was in heaven and almost cumming.
I looked down my body and saw his grey hair where my pubic hair would have been, now his fingers were probing inside me. My tights were ripped and my panties were around my thigh with the other leg ripped open when he tore them off to get at my crotch.
Then he stopped licking me and I looked down at him. He was looking down at me fiercely as he undid his belt, his flies, and now pushing his pants down.
I briefly saw his cock it looked bigger than my boyfriends and he was down between my thighs and easing himself inside me, I cursed myself it was so easy for him as I was so open and wet.
Again the feeling was nothing like I had ever experienced with my two lovers in the past, I was a girl being taken for the sake of a fuck. a freebie for the asking and as the realization I was not protected from his semen I panicked and struggled, but it only added to my excitement and as I did, I realized I was having an orgasm, he must have know that and soon the warmth of his semen as he filled my pussy with his spent lust.
He stood up as I lay prostrate hiding my face in my arms for fear he would see a girl just gratified by something she was forbidden to enjoy.
The warmth of his urine as he peed on me, in his final act of my spent humiliation as I lay accepting my fate, I turned onto my face and felt his warmth on my buttocks and pussy, washing his semen onto the concrete stairway, then he was gone and I cried, not from pain or the act itself, deep down I knew it was an experience I secretly enjoyed, but from the fact that I had to degrade myself for the ultimate in pleasure.
Being spanked by my uncle across his knee with my panties part way down my thighs, feeling his finger between my thighs as I wetted to his touch and felling the fire in my buttocks as he brought his hand down hard and firm, this mixture of humiliating pain and pleasure did not come close to that night a man took me at will to pleasure himself and instead found a girl who wanted it more than him.
Of course today I can cry foul and pretend my dignity was compromised and there would be no ending of cries of despair, but that's what females do, we know the truth and we use it to our own advantage.
Would be interested in your opinion of your experience, put a comment below and don't be shy, that way I know you exist.
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