And when my boyfriend came, he spread his cum over the other guys cock and let him fuck him some more. He had never let me do that.As I watched the fo...tage I was devastated and I was so horny. I literally jerked off crying, viewing the footage again and again. When I saw my boyfriend the next time I acted as if nothing had happened. I couldn’t say anything. How could I? If I did, I would have had to admit that I had monitored him without his permission. Of course it doesn’t make any sense,. Her grip tightened around my cock, and she began gently stroking me through the fabric. "Careful, sweetie," I said, "you don't want to make me spurt in my pants."She smiled. "No, I'd rather have you spurt inside ME, Daddy," she purred.She was quickly pushing my doubts into the far recesses of my mind. I couldn't take much more. Maybe I should just leave -- but what would THAT do to her self-esteem?"Um, Amanda," I tried to reason, grasping for straws, "We CAN'T do this. Mom and I never used. He tied me loosely, making sure that I was comfortable, and yet, unable to escape. I feel so dirty. A bound slut, a pleasure slave. I don’t even know his name. He doesn’t know mine, either. He calls me his whore. After all, that’s what I am. The first time, there were no words, no gentleness. He simply grabbed my hips while I lifted my ass, my tits pressed against the bed, and fucked me with the thickest cock I have ever felt. He used my cunt, not caring about how it felt for me. It was all. “So good,” she groaned. “It's so hot. You keep cumming and cumming. Xera, yes!”Her hips undulated as her lips explored my breasts. She found my nipples, adding more stimulation that sent me spurting into her cunt. I lost count of how many times I erupted. The pleasure crashed through my body. My pussy clenched. My juices flooded out of me. The sheets soaked up my cream, sticking to my ass.Then I flipped us over, Minx so tiny beneath me. I held myself up on my elbows, my breasts dangling in her.