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sex-hungry, she ignores the bad experiences and contacts the only man she should never contact again

As I leave my neighbor's house, I can already feel it.

The feeling of being unfulfilled, the desire for sex that grips my whole body and makes it vibrate.

I am by no means disappointed by the visit. It was fantastic and extremely arousing. I don't want it to go any faster with Oriana and Simon.

They are like an orgasm that I can prolong as long as I want.

But a body wants more.

The sex craving seems to want to break apart my ribs from the inside, as if I can only breathe in and not breathe out. The feeling is unbearable and delicious at the same time.

I already hate what I'm going to do today, but at the same time, I know I can't stop it.

One call, one single call, and I know that my desire will find the fulfillment it needs.

The fulfillment today and the downfall tomorrow.

As I change, I try not to touch my breasts or pinch my nipples to the absolute limit of pain.

I want it. I need it. Which is exactly why I don't.

As I pull on my short skirt, I weaken for a moment and plunge two fingers into my wet pussy. My vagina tightens in anticipation, and my clit is already throbbing.

I massage myself very briefly and think about whether I should perhaps take a shower before I get fucked.

I taste my fingers and decide against it.

I taste just right. Like sex and more sex.

I also know exactly who will love to dip his tongue into my wet center and suck my clit into his greedy mouth.

The only man in the world I should never have contact with again.

My quick call to the bar, which he always visits on Thursdays, confirmed that he was there. That's all I need to know to make a chance meeting happen.

I've never been there before, and Antonio has no idea that I know his new habits so well.

We broke up because our sexual life had simply become too wild and Antonio could no longer control it.

However, the more or less amicable separation wasn't enough to make me realize how toxic our relationship was.

A week after we broke up, someone broke into my house in the night.

I woke up in horror as a cloth was pulled over my face.

Before I could react, I was turned onto my stomach and was suddenly lying on my own hands.

I tried to scream, but someone pressed my face into the pillow. Then a heavy male body lay on top of me and pushed me motionless onto the bed.

“Spread your legs for me, little whore,” a

voice whispered in my ear.

It wasn't Antonio's voice but his words.

He always called me that, and my body reacted instantly. It always excited me a lot, and even that night I couldn't help the pleasant shiver of fear and excitement that shot from my neck to my pussy. I felt his knee hard between my legs.

“Tell me how much you like it, little whore. Do you want me to fuck you really hard? Are you going to beg for it?” My breathing was erratic, and I wanted to scream again, but his next words choked my throat.

“Your body is mine. I'll fuck you until you pass out, and then I'll lick your cunt until you wake up from your orgasm. But first I want to hear you scream.”

It wasn't Antonio, but he must have instructed my attacker exactly what to do and say.

I knew those words, and the memories of last night with Antonio flooded my mind and body.

With one hand on my back, so I couldn't move, the man ripped my panties and then slapped the flat of his hand on my ass several times in quick succession.

I screamed.

Was it that strong and that painful?

No.

My body switched to autopilot and wanted the threat that was to follow, and my mind simply played along.

I felt the sting of the slap on my ass and lifted it slightly to give the man more surface area and let him hit harder.

No limits!

Then I used what little freedom of movement I had to push my thighs apart and present my ass and my already wet pussy to the man.

He stopped in mid-motion when he realized what was happening.

“Say you want to be fucked, wet cunt!” he whispered in my ear, and the words sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

I remained silent.

He hit me again, and I screamed into my pillow because he caught my exposed pussy with the flat of his hand.

I felt this slap up to my neck.

I felt fingers on my butt and then in my vagina. He shifted his weight so that he could place the flat of his hand on my pussy from the side while the other continued to press my back onto the bed.

“Spread your legs!” he growled, and I could feel the excitement in his voice.

I bent my legs as best I could and let him ram two or three fingers into me. I groaned as the pressure widened my vagina and relaxed my muscles to let him in even deeper.

It felt good, so good.

I couldn't resist any longer when it felt so good for my body.

He moved his fingers deep inside and elicited another moan from me.

I felt his knuckles right at my entrance and suddenly had the image in my mind's eye of what his fingers must look like inside me.

More, I wanted more.

I pressed his fingers together with my pussy and felt the resistance of my flesh.

Antonio never wanted to do it to me, never wanted to stretch me that far.

He knew how much I liked it, so he refused to give it to me.

To my regret, the man pulled his fingers out, and I heard him sucking on them.

“You taste like more little whore,” he said, and I heard him fiddling with his pants.

He was going to fuck me. Finally!

My pussy was more than wet and ready. I spread my legs even wider.

“Scream for me before I come in your unconscious cunt,” he said, and his flat hand landed with full force on my aroused pussy.

I howled and felt tears in my eyes.

Then he was already behind me and jerked my hips up into the air to penetrate me hard.

He fucked me like crazy and pressed my face into the pillow. His cock was big and filled me completely.

Again and again, my eyes went black and I no longer knew whether I was having a permanent orgasm or was hallucinating from lack of oxygen

He moved quickly, and I tried to squeeze him with my muscles to feel everything even more strongly, but I no longer had any control over my muscles.

Fainting again and again for short periods didn't make things any easier.

I felt pain and the contractions of my climaxing pussy that seemed to be permanent or recurring.

It was pure sex without any other disturbing sensations, for which my body now had neither the time nor the opportunity.

“The next time I come here, I expect you to sleep naked,” he said, and then he started to moan too. I felt his cock getting even harder, and my face was pressed into the pillow.

I don't know if I was even conscious when he came inside me.

I woke up from a violent orgasm that shook my body.

I was lying on my back, and my legs were wide apart. I vaguely remembered a hot tongue on my clit and the sweet pain of someone sucking it deep into his mouth. The hands that pushed my knees apart and the fingers that were deep inside me as the tongue I knew so well brought me to climax and greedily licked out my juices.

Was I just imagining Antonio's tongue, or was he there to enjoy the show too?

Did he also fuck my unconscious body after his buddy, or did he just leave it at licking my pussy?

I lay there for a moment with the fabric over my face and let my body come to rest.

Should I call the police and report the rape?

No.

I wouldn't get away with it. Our violent relationship was widely known in our circles of friends.

A week later, I moved out of the apartment and disappeared from Antonio's life.

Why? Was I afraid?

No.

I disappeared because I realized that I had been sleeping naked since that night.

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