We talked about politics, about culture, music, articles – and sex. My list of punishments was getting longer. And then, he said it. “Come to X, i...’s time we met.” I booked a flight, I went there. Tense and nervous. I had received detailed instructions on how to prepare and ended up in the hotel room, naked, shaved, on my knees on the bed with my ass in the air, waiting for him to enter. A blindfold over my eyes. Thinking I was going to die – and how it was still worth it. The tension ate me on. He was a good fuck and we did some fun things like three-somes, foursomes, more-somes. While I'm admitting to my sleazy past in this stupid attempt to tell you I have a normal sex life, I might as well admit that in college, I gave more backroom blowjobs than I can eve estimate, let alone count. We're talking groups of guys on some occasions.But, I am a decent person and I've grown some. I haven't done multiple guys for nearly a year and my mouth hasn't taken on a room full of horny strangers. “I feel like I’m stretched to the limit.”“Does it hurt?” he asked.“No,” she said as she looked into his eyes. “It feels wonderful just like I knew it would."He smiled at her and said, “Good.”When he was fully inside her, he released her legs and put his chest against hers. He allowed her to adjust to the size of his cock before moving.Donna’s pussy was very tight; he could feel her heat enfolding his cock, making it throb as he wrapped his arms around her.He began slowly, withdrawing almost all. "Jasmine, I'm sorry!" Laurie called.But I did not turn back. I just stormed back to the one-bedroom apartment my rich parents got for me when I started college six months ago. It took me ten minutes to walk back. As soon as I was in the door, I put the kettle on and made myself a hot mug of hot chocolate.Suddenly I heard heavy panting, as if someone or something was in my flat as well. "Hello," I called to the silent apartment.No reply as I searched the small apartment, going from the kitchen,.