My First Time as His Total Sex Slave: Birthday Surrender
In our bedroom, facing the full-length mirror, my heart hammered. I’d dressed for him: sheer black lace panties over garters, fishnet stockings, red suit hugging my curves. No turning back. After 14 years, his birthday gift—me as his sex object. Rules set: no anal, no pain, no others. But everything else? His call.
Nerves twisted with excitement. I’d epilated bare, oiled my skin shiny. He handed me 2000 euros. ‘You’re my paid whore tonight.’ Shock hit, but I swallowed it. Apologized for hesitating. Changed stockings in front of him, skirt off, blushing as lace framed my pussy. We went out—fancy restaurant, aphrodisiacs, champagne flowing. His hand teased my thighs under the table. Eyes on me from strangers. Felt exposed, desired.
The Approach: Anticipation and Surrender
Car ride home, buzzed, horny. ‘Finger yourself,’ he ordered. Awkward at first—spread lips, circle clit. Wetness built, but nothing like his touch. Home, aspirins downed. Mirror loomed. Stripped slow, copying the porn video we’d watched. Top off, skirt dropped. Undressed him next—pants, then his smooth, shaved cock. Surprise jolted me. Kneeling, eyes up, our smiles locked.
He sat me on the bed edge, legs wide to the mirror. ‘Watch.’ Pulled panties aside. ‘Not wet enough.’ Tongue dove in. Held thighs open, no escape. Pleasure surged—moans turned screams. Mirror showed it all: his head buried, my body arching. Close to orgasm, but he stopped. ‘Mount me, reverse.’ Back to him, feet on bed, hands on knees. His fingers on clit. Thrusts deep. Eyes forced open—saw my slutty reflection. Exploded, squirted hard on his balls.
The Instant and Aftermath: Breaking Free
No break. On back, legs held. ‘G-spot time.’ Fingers hooked inside, clit rubbed. Overwhelming—screamed, pissed myself almost. Fessée for it. Again, squirted floods. Begged stop. He flipped me doggy, mirror view. Fucked hard, clit teased. Another endless orgasm, squirting sheets.
Kneeling, arms cuffed behind. ‘Suck, slut.’ Cock shoved deep. Gagged, saliva dripping. Eyes locked—his triumph. ‘Swallow every drop.’ Came in mouth, forced it down. Bitterness burned, but his roar fueled me. Night blurred: bound fucks, face-fucks, cum on tits, ass crack, face. Yelled filth—’Fuck me like a whore!’ Slept, woken to more.
Morning ache lingered. Innocence shattered—not girl anymore, but his woman, fully. Loved seeing him unleash. No regrets, but not routine. Heart still races recalling that mirror, that first deep throat, that swallow. Opened doors I never knew.
