My name is Sara and I like porn. I like porn for men, the real smut, no germ-free high-gloss productions. Only that turns me on. I like deep throat and gangbangs, slaps and humiliations, big breasts and anal scenes. Nothing is more erotic than a woman who gives everything without being boring and perfect. I hate fake excitement. Gargling and bubbling it should, the saliva must flow and the eyes can be in tears.
And of course, I love to see cocks. Cocks that are getting rubbed, that slip through thick lips, fuck asses, throats and cunts and spit in women’s faces. Cocks that are so swollen and lush that I get horny very quickly and have to touch myself. I like it when a man sinks his hard cock with a single push completely in the butt of the woman. When she squeaks like the little piglet she is. And when he shows no mercy and does not even think to limit himself to half the length or half the power. Men should fuck their little sluts as hard as they can.
Maybe watching all that porn is the reason why the idea of using fascinates me so much. Whether with women or men and no matter whether I am used or am using someone. Using has always its charm for me. Let’s have a look at blowjobs. In a blowjob, I want to be used so hard, that my throat feels severely sore the next day. I want to be throat-fucked ’till my saliva is splashing. I want to be unable to breathe and to be completely and utterly at someone’s mercy.
And if I lick someone, then they should rub themselves on my mouth and face so hard that I am soaking wet from my neck up, and my skin is roughened, and my jaw and tongue hurt the next day.
Why am I thinking of all this now? Maybe so I can justify how I ended up here. With this guy, who I didn’t know an hour ago. A guy I went with because he looks like he would be one of those devoted people that fuck with devotion.
And here I am, back in the present.
He throws me on the bed, I land on my stomach. He grabs my hips and puts my butt up steeply. Then he tears off my panties, they get caught on my knees. I hear his fly open and the next moment I feel him inside me. With both hands, he grabs my hips and holds on to them while he pushes inside me as deep as he can. So deep that the zipper of his pants, which he still wears, scrapes my buttocks.
His rough grip on my hips, his zipper on my butt, his cock deep inside of me – all that hurts, but at the same time it makes me hot. With my panties in my knees, the hard piece of meat in me and the two hands on my hips I feel totally fixated, almost like in a vice. Even if I wanted, I could not get away from him. He has a firm grip on me while he tirelessly fucks me with deep thrusts.
He is getting more and more demanding, pulling me closer by my hair, so that my face faces the ceiling. There I see a fucking couple – only now I discover that the entire ceiling is mirrored. He also looks up and looks me straight in the eye. Intimidated, I try to lower my gaze, but he does not let me. He tears my head back with my hair. I hear myself screaming.
He lets go of my hips and reaches instead in my open mouth. In my mouth, he finds new grip, with two fingers of his hands he now holds me there from behind. I moan in pain, which only animates him to fuck me harder. The pain is not unbearable, but at this point very unusual. And that’s why I’m getting louder and louder…
His thrusts develop into a frenzy. He pulls me back again and again at the corners of my mouth and presses his massive body against mine. Although I had never been able to come in this position in my life, a powerful orgasm announces itself by this equally powerful fuck. When I feel that he too is close, my excitement knows no more boundaries. With the first juices I receive from him, I come and feel like a volcano erupting.
