The Path to the Whore. Part 2

My visit to my parents really helped me; I came to my senses and felt like living again. I even had a brief romance, but I started feeling like something was missing in sex.

I returned home and noticed that when I touch myself, my thoughts go back to that train, and I experience orgasm with a new intensity. I decided to look up information online, and there was a huge amount of it. I came across a sex dating site and decided to give it a try. I filled out a profile, and messages immediately started pouring in.

I started chatting with one man, we liked each other, and decided to meet.

I began getting ready, took a shower, put on beige lace lingerie, stockings with garters.

A simple sheath dress with a small neckline and a length just above the knee, applied light makeup, styled my hair in curls, and put on high heels.

We met at a cafe, had coffee, and talked. He offered to drive me home, and I agreed. He parked so that we couldn't be seen in the car and suggested we talk some more.

At some point, he grabbed the hair at the back of my head and kissed me, then moved down my neck, while his other hand began squeezing my breast.

I got instantly aroused and wet my panties. I wanted him to fuck me...

— Let's go to the back!?

I silently got out and moved to the back seat.

— Take off your dress!

I turned my back and asked him to unzip it, then took off the dress and remained in my lingerie and heels.

He took off his shirt and remained in his pants.

He pulled my breasts out of the bra and started biting my nipples one by one. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and bit my lip in pleasure. Sometimes it hurt, and I cried out, so he eased the pressure.

— Suck me off!

I unzipped his pants, took out his cock, touched the tip with my tongue, ran the tip of my tongue over it, then wrapped my lips around the head and started sucking. He gathered my hair at the back of my head and started pressing my head with his hand, setting the pace, then going deeper into my mouth, holding me near his balls. And I liked it, I liked that he was fucking my mouth. And then he pressed me against his crotch and started cumming right down my throat; I almost choked, then he pulled me off his cock.

He took out a scarf and tied it over my eyes.

— Lie on your back!

I lay down, and he used the car seatbelt to secure one of my legs, then the other belt for the second leg. He moved my wet panties aside and started stroking my clit with his finger, sometimes inserting his finger into my pussy. I went crazy from the caresses, but I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I came on his fingers. He untied my legs and removed the scarf.

— How many fingers do you think were inside you?

— I don't know, three?

— Four! Get on all fours!

I get on all fours, arching my back.

He starts spanking my ass with his palm, increasing the force each time. I like it, but at some point, my ass starts burning, and he spreads my buttocks apart.

— I'm going to fuck you in the ass!

His roughness made me feel hurt, but my body responded with arousal.

Every thrust inside me echoed with pain and pleasure; I screamed in pleasure, started moving my hips in rhythm, but he stopped me.

He pulled his cock out completely a few times and entered again. He pulled out his cock and spread my buttocks.

— This slut's hole is working!

— Slut" echoed in my head; my mind started resisting—I'm not a slut.

— I'm not a slut!

— Then what are you?

Without waiting for an answer, he slapped my pussy; a burning pain spread through my labia, and he already inserted his cock into my ass and started pounding. I was gasping from orgasms; he pulled out his cock, turned me around by my hair, and inserted his cock deep into my mouth, cumming down my throat again.

— You're my slut, understand?

I stayed silent but mentally agreed.

— Now go home!

I quickly put on my dress and walked home on trembling legs.

We talked every day; he asked what I liked, what I didn't, what I wanted, and so on. Four days later, he set up another meeting...