My Lord

I was in love with my boyfriend Yegor. We had been dating for a month and he was 5 years older than me. I wanted to give myself to him. And then one day he invited me over, having told me beforehand that no one would be home. He was much more experienced than me and that excited me. I knew that today he would take my virginity. I put on a skirt, fishnet tights, and a tank top. I didn't wear a bra or panties.

When I entered his apartment, I realized he was prepared. As soon as I walked into the room, I heard him lock the door. I turned and wanted to go over and kiss him, but he said harshly, "On your knees, whore." I obeyed. I was always

excited by light submission to a man.

He unzipped his fly and put my mouth on his cock. He fucked my mouth fiercely. Occasionally, he let me catch my breath. This went on for 15 minutes, and finally, he came. He made me swallow all his cum. He ordered me to stay on my knees. For another 10 minutes, I just knelt there, afraid to move. Finally, he reappeared. He came over and slapped my right cheek hard. I squealed, but I loved it madly. And he seemed to understand that. He stepped back and started looking at me with a smirk. And I understood what needed to be done. I felt like a whore, his whore. And I liked it. I bent down to kiss his feet, crying out, "I'm your slut, Master, you can use me however you want. Just hit me again. I beg you." He smiled. He came over and started slapping my cheeks. After about 50 slaps, my cheeks were burning, and I collapsed on the floor. "On your knees, bitch!" shouted the Master. But I didn't obey; I started taking off my skirt and tights, saying, "Fuck me, Master. I'm your cocksucker, I'm your whore." He liked that. Then I got on all fours. And started begging him to fuck me.

Then he suddenly stepped away, and before I knew it, he thrust his entire cock into my ass. He shoved his fingers into my mouth and fucked, fucked, fucked. Fucking my ass was very painful, but I couldn't refuse my Master. We came at the same time. Then I sucked him off, and he allowed me to get dressed.

After that, he offered me a glass of wine and saw me to the door.

I turned to kiss him and thank him, but he gave me a resounding slap, saying, "Look what you thought up, bitch! I don't need your kisses. I'll call you soon, and you'll be whoring your whole life. That's it. Get out of my apartment."

After that, we didn't see each other for a week, and then he called. But that's another story.