How I realized what I need in sex

My name is Tonya, I'm 20 years old, a slim brunette with a C-cup. In sex, I always wanted thrills, but I never managed to experience them. One day, a man wrote to me on a dating site, offering to spend time with him for a very large sum of money if he liked my body. He asked me to get naked, get on all fours, arch my back, and take photos from behind and from the side. Unknown feelings stirred within me and I fulfilled his request, sent the photos, and got a reply that I suited him and he would pick me up tomorrow afternoon. The last message I received was: get ready well, I hope for such a sum you don't mind a little male

domination.

The next day, he picked me up. It was a nice S-class car. His name was Oleg, he turned out to be a well-dressed man around 45, he smelled great, I could say I was pleasantly surprised, but as they say—still waters run deep.

We arrived at a nice hotel, the room was large, champagne was brought, he sat in an armchair, I reached for a glass but no such luck.

— What, you whore, do you think I'm going to serve you drinks here? On your knees and show your tits. That man who was in the car was gone, and in front of me was a domineering person, it was scary to disobey.

I hesitated a bit, but Oleg said he wasn't going to repeat himself twice and told me to quickly drop to my knees and show my tits.

I did as I was told—got on my knees and took off my tank top, I wasn't wearing a bra.

— That's better, crawl here.

I got on all fours, crawled to him, he took my breasts in his hands like he owned them, then squeezed them hard and started painfully twisting my nipples, a pleasant warmth spread in my lower belly. Then he let go and told me to take off my remaining skirt and panties, all without getting up from my knees, and ordered me to crawl back so he could look at my holes. After undressing, I started to comply, but I was very ashamed, crawling in front of a man twice my age, while my completely bare and smooth pussy was now fully exposed to him.

— Stop. I froze, he stood up, took something out of his pocket, I couldn't see, it was happening behind my back, and then I felt a pinch—he put a clothespin on my labia, then another—four in total, the last one was on my clitoris, it was very painful, but this pain brought a pleasure I had never experienced before.

— You're all wet, whore—he ran his hand over my crotch, it was all covered in my juices. Two more clothespins on my nipples. Oleg stood in front of me, took off his pants, and shoved his rather large organ into my mouth and quickly, grabbing me by the hair, started fucking my mouth, I choked a few times but it didn't bother him, he kept forcing my mouth onto his cock harder and harder, meanwhile the clothespin on my clitoris was squeezing so hard that I cursed everything and this meeting, I wanted to go back, but there was no going back. Oleg was already close to cumming, I tried to remove the clothespin, thinking he wouldn't notice, but I only got a hard slap and a stream of cum in my face and on my chest.

— Until I decide, you won't take them off, I'm paying you money and you are my property. And now I'll punish you for disobedience.

He took out something like a small whip, ordered me to get on all fours and put my hands behind my back, all while I was covered in his cum, I wanted to leave, but where would I go naked and covered in cum, I had no choice but to endure all this.

With the whip, he started knocking the clothespins off my pussy, it hurt, it hurt a lot, but I realized that the pain was bringing me pleasure and so was everything happening, my nipples were burning, and my pussy was unbelievably wet. One was left—on my clitoris, my tormentor removed it and, without giving me time to recover, inserted something into me, but not his cock, I could only guess, I thought about a large vibrator, and Oleg thrust it in and out sharply, I was on all fours and enjoying it. I had never felt so good, I liked all these humiliations. I felt an orgasm approaching, started moaning, then he suddenly pulled out the object and showed it to me—it turned out to be a substantial cucumber, my juices were all over it, I was ordered to lick them off, I did everything as ordered, he inserted it back and didn't take it out again.

— Go wash your face and don't you dare take the cucumber out of your pussy, I went into the bathroom, looked in the mirror—nothing in common with the person I saw in the mirror in the morning—in front of me was a whore, but the main thing was I liked being a whore.

I came out of the bathroom (the cucumber was still in my pussy, but honestly, Oleg had stretched me out so much that the cucumber didn't bother me at all, and the clothespins on my nipples still hadn't been removed) and what do you think I saw—the waiter who had brought more champagne, apparently my "employer" had deliberately done all this to put me in an awkward position and he guessed right, I wanted to sink through the floor, and the young waiter blushed and froze. Oleg said to him—Want some?—and looked me over.

The waiter didn't know what to say and he laughed—Give it to her in the mouth.

I was ordered to get on my knees so the cucumber wouldn't fall out, the waiter came up to me and inserted his cock (small compared to Oleg's), I gently sucked the head, then the shaft along its entire length, but it didn't bring me pleasure, Oleg sat nearby, watched, and I waited for it to end, I wanted a real man, well, that seemed to be it.

He came in my mouth, I swallowed and waited for orders. Oleg smiled, gave him a few good bills as a tip and let him go. He came up to me, looked me over, I looked up from below, but was afraid to meet his eyes. He finally removed the clothespins and squeezed my tits, lifted me, put me on the bed, with the cucumber in my pussy, so that my ass was facing up, spat on his finger, apparently for lubrication, and started shoving his tool into my ass. Not that it was innocent, but it hurt. With difficulty, he pushed it in and started fucking me, holding my shoulders, apparently to get deeper, it gradually became pleasant, when you have a huge cucumber and a huge cock inside you—it's great, apparently Oleg liked it too, he did it faster and faster and faster, I felt like just a hole, that helped me cum even more, it happened to me twice, I writhed as much as possible, and he pounded my anus with greater force and then a warm stream of his cum in my ass…

He got up, got dressed, I lay there, couldn't come to my senses after what had happened… He threw a wad of money with a slap on the table and left. I lay for another 10 minutes, felt like the lowest slut with a cucumber in my pussy, then got up, the cum was still inside me, took a shower, got dressed, took the money and left, of course I met the waiter, I even had to ride in the elevator with him, just the two of us by the law of perversity, he turned me to the wall, felt under my skirt, penetrated my ass with his fingers, rummaged around there, then left his number on a napkin, but I wasn't interested in him, I was waiting for His call… and he called)) but that's for another time…