I know you’ll prepare me so when you do it you won’t injure me. Promise you’ll fuck me up the ass again, soon. And I want you to do anything els... you can come up with.’ I paused to let what I said sink in. ‘I’m sure you have lots of ideas or other little ‘inventions’ to use on me. Use them on me, make me scream and beg and cry. If it’s too much, I know how to let you know.’ He had his arms around me now. ‘If you’re sure that’s what you want.’ he said, ‘I like hearing you scream and beg, and I. We drank some more and danced. I met some new girls, and both Shawna and Annie danced with some guys. By the time midnight rolled around, I didn't know where either of the girls went.I was dancing with Rhonda and Kelly, who I met at the first bar, and they met up with some of their friends. I was introduced to a hot girl named Daya, whose parents were both from India, but she was born here. She said that in her language, her name meant kindness. She was very petite, and stood just over five. I dove right in, grabbing the sides of his wide, and started rimming him so deep like a good dirty whore. His ass was sweaty, so I couldn't stop smelling and licking faster and faster. The scents and feeling so dirty doing it, god I just get so turned on by it. He couldn't stop groaning and grunting out, not holding back any noises, so I guessed this room was almost sound proof. I started to moan and look up, and it seemed fine to moan out, thank god.I reached up when I felt some precum. I guess I've long had these feelings towards other girls. But I've always tried to suppress them. I can recall having had a crush on a girl at school, and can remember becoming strangely excited after a games lesson, when we would take off our knickers and all get into the shower together. But I used to put that down to high spirits, fearful of the feelings that dwelt within me.It was a friend who suggested that I shouldn't suppress these longings: that it was perfectly normal and nothing to be.