As soon as I spotted him sitting alone at a table drinking a beer I knew that I was not going to back out.I am six-feet-two-inches tall and one-hundre...-and-fifteen kilograms, so not a model, but I do get people looking. He was white, with short hair and looked about five-feet-eleven and ninety kilograms. I was scared but when we shook hands the warmth went right to my groin. We sat and talked for about fifty minutes and all I could think about was hoping he was going to ask if I wanted to go. ‘But a man like that doesn’t treat you like a frigging person,’ I said, not looking at the HOG’s face. ‘It was rough. Especially for someone young and pretty. He put me around all over, it gave him status to have this fucking young cutie who would put out to whoever he said could fuck her. I didn’t mind the fucking around, I thought that was cool ‘n all – ‘socially subversive’,’ I made a face and then laughed. When they talked about ‘subversion through art’ on my modules, I used to just put my. What's wrong baby I asked her. She shook her head and said I'm not a whore. She started crying some more and just kept repeating herself I'm not a whore. I hugged her and stroked her face saying I know baby I know motherly instincts or self preservation you be the judge. Holding her all I could think about was her lovely nipples I know sick right. I never been attracted to women but maybe I should of been. Stroking her face I fucking kissed her what the fuck. I was tripping but I wasn't because. Aur kuch der k baad dusra hath upar se hi unki choot par fira raha tha. Ab vo moan karne lagi thi “aaaahhhh, oooooomm, aaaaahh , ooohhhhhhh” par unki aankhe ab bhi bandh thi. Ab unke badan par sirf panty hi bachi thi aur me unka bhara hua sharir dekh kar pagal ho raha tha. Phir mene unki panty bhi utar di unki choot ek dum clean shave thi jise dekh kar mai pagal ho gaya aur me unki choot ko apne haath se ragdne laga. Ab anu apne sharir ko mod rahi thi aur siskariyan bhar rahi thi.Fir mene apna.