You pinch my nipples till they are hard and then attach some pegs to my nipples.I moan with pain and it excites you."A slut should always have an open...ass ready for cock."You take a didlo, lube it up, and stick it straight up my ass.It surprises me and my body stiffens."You better learn to like that faggot." When it is all the way up my ass, you switch it on.I am trying to relax, feeling the dildo deep inside me.I open my eyes wide at a flash.You are taking photos of me on your phone.I try to. "You're sure it's Vic then?" He undressed me slowly, carefully and let each piece of clothing fall with a whisper to the carpet."Not a hundred percent," I admitted. "But I'm sure it's not Danny."Bert pulled my panties down, leaving my stockings in place. "Beautiful," he whispered. "How do you know it isn't Danny?" Because..." I sighed as he slipped two bony fingers across my slit, finding me already growing moist with excitement, " ... I don't want to kill him."Bert laughed again. "You. She had been working hard on a project due the next week for college. Roshni wasn’t the typical Indian girl, she was headstrong and aggressive and sexually inclined. As she was browsing websites for research on her laptop, she suddenly remembered a song she had heard earlier in the day and decided to download it. On the download page, she glanced upon a porn ad- a gif image of a girl riding a big pinkish cock. Almost unintentionally she started getting ever so slightly turned on.“Fuck this. I. Perhaps it was the conversation, or perhaps it was purely a physical attraction. Whatever the reason, the tension was noticeable. Even a few of their colleagues joked, but no one expected anything. Neither did he, till the last weekend, when during a group social she had made the offer. Her husband was away on work, kids with family. Did he want to come over for Chinese and a cheesy film that night? When he noticed she didn't invite anyone else, he kept quiet. He knew the reason. Later that.