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Until after all these experiences it arrived the moment that I was been waiting for all my life: to the aim I found the man who could make me happy. This is at least what I thought about those moments. A young, strong, attractive, affectionate, amiable man. With dick great, long, heavy, although non excessive, to make me enjoy...

He offered to me to marry with me and I accepted joy crazy person.

We took in trip from honeymoon to a sub-Sahara country. The north is inhabited by tribes tuaregs, own of the south of the Sahara, muslim religion; while the south is inhabited by properly black people...

We went to a city of the south... A precious hotel, the best one of all the city...

Those men, as much the clients as the employees of the hotel, paid attention to me... until feeling to me naked by their glances, their obsessive glances, as if they tried to penetrate to me with them...

I despised them: I would never more return to be penetrated, fucked, -- I thought - by another man who not outside my husband; a husband to whom I loved and that he made me enjoy, to shout of pleasing when I was in his arms, a man who excited me until the point of which always my sex stayed dunked... To the aim I had found a man who was deserved to me, somebody to share my life, my pleasures, my body... And plus no other man he would never return to enjoy to me...

This strange sensation I had when I walked in front those men. I showed proud forehead to them, I wanted to show to them that I not was for them, that never they would have to me in their arms, that no longer never I would be touched by another man who not outside my husband, my husband, to whom I loved.

But on the other hand I liked to excite them, thus to humiliate them better. By thas, when I walked in front them, I move slutly my hips , I moved my precious rumps, to put them warm up, so that their dick was put hard underneath their trousers.

I wanted to excite them ... and, later, to despise them.

In an occasion, the owner of the hotel, a fat and repugnant man, he said to me in English a sexual word... And I answered to him with a glance of deep scorn, as if I spited him to the face... I could not imagine to me that I would finish being the sexual slave of that man. Offering me to him, asling to him, who let to me drink his pissed and to eat his excrements.

During all one week we were playing this game. When I went with my husband to the hall or by the nights, to night club that was in the hotel... I excited to me to graze me with my husband, and which all the other men who were to my side were hot, drunk of desire, authentically drunked, by my beauty, my thighs, my chests, my hips. But mainly my rumps, because I had seen that my ass cheeks were what more it excited to them...

Until one night we went to play the casino that was in the low part of this hotel... I was radiating, my husband was happy with me. He was happy and he made me happy to me. Both we gave ourselves in the middle of that people, with our glances, our rubbing... I was proud, thinking about that after I would give to my husband and I would allow him, indeed more, I would request to him, that it pleased to him as much : to penetrate my asshole.

I submerged to me before the glances of all those men as a fish moves within the water, under the waves... I felt to me excited with so many men who wished to enjoy with me. When I only was going to give me to one single man: my husband. And thus it would be for the rest of my life.

My husband, the man loved by me, the man to which I was giving to him completely, day and night, in a full way, completely, and only by love, this man began to play in the roulette. First, he gained a pile of money. He accumulated his cards to his side and that it finished also exciting to him and to me.

The men crowded themselves around to our side, I suppose that they would do it with the vain hope of being able to be close with me, to touch to me somehow, besides to undress to me with their glance, to imagine to me naked in their arms...

While my husband continued accumulating cards, he continued making money in the roulette. All it seemed to us favourable, we felt like proud, the owners of the world... my shouts of joy, of a woman who wishes to be fucked, and that she is going to be it, and that was it every day, several times in the day, by the man who loved to me, and to whom I loved, it caused shouts to me of satisfied female, that returned crazy to all the males who were to my around.

The success drunked us. We already had a true fortune in our hands. That it had allowed us to live the rest on our lives with no need to work.

Until the madness of the game us drunked us, returned to us crazy.

Then my husband began to make bets too dangerous and began to lose, to lose, to lose... That pile of money was diminishing, every time was more and more smaller...

We lost everything, all whatever we took...

No longer we had left more cards to continue playing...

And when we already went away, disappointed, somebody approached to my husband to notice to him that in the box of the casino on made loans to continue playing...

We were crazy, we did not have anything to strengthen a loan... But at those moments we only wished to recover the money that we had lost, that fortune that so ephemeral had been in our power...

My husband went until the box, called to the director of the hotel, also of casino, that repugnant and revolting man who was the one that more had undressed me with his glance... a man who gave fear -- and disgust -- to only see him, high, heavy, enormous...

He was very amiable with my husband and he gave to him all the money that he wished... We returned to play, we returned to lose and we returned to request more money... That also to us it was granted and again later lost...

This cooled our enthusiasm. We lost much money, no longer I know how much. We lost it, first, to recover what before we had won. Later, so that our debts were not so great. Our debt were so large that never we could pay its. Therefore, as crazy people, we tried to reduce our debts with the game: the game had become indebted to us, the game was going to redeem the debt...

But it was not thus...

Until on did not gave more longer credit to my husband. We retired to our room sad, very sad. Once in it, from the mini bar that was inside a closet, I removed a bottle of vodka and we make it empty between my husband and me...

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On the following day, when I awoke, I was single in the room. It was not strange to me, because it were already the twelve of the noon... I rose and I went until the dining room, to ask iif they could still serve the breakfast to me...

When lowering to the hall, I found the owner of the hotel, that was watching to me as on watches a slave, a sexual slave. It bothered his glance to me, in that man indeed, so disagreeable, so repugnant...

He said to me that he wished to speak with me. He invited to me to enter his office, a sumptuous office, very pretentious...

I seated in front of him, crossing my beautiful thighs before his eyes, to excite him still more.

Then he said to me that my husband had left that morning, taking all his luggage, and leaving of payment the consumption of the hotel of all those days and the losses at night previous in the casino pending... It became horrified to me... I felt desire to piss to me of fear underneath the skirts of my dress, my short skirt.

But I did not want to show fear in fron of that man. I was not arranged to give me to him like a sexual slave, since before I had done with Erkan. Now I was going to react without fear, so that the justice decided. I could not be the condemned by debts to give please that man, I could not return to be an sexual slave of anybody, as during years I was it from Erkan, that boss of Turkish police.

So I continued showing to me disdainful, even offensive, in my beauty, my attitude.

I answered to him that I have not money, that when my husband returned we would pay to him until last penny.

Then that man lay down to laugh.

He said to me:

- "Idiot, stupid, your husband has left you in my hands so that I receive your debt in you, so that what you both had to me copper to me in your body, your rumps, your chests, your pussy, your asshole... So that I become satiated in you. Your husband has left to you, leaving you in my hands, so that I enjoyed to you, so that I could sell to you, so that your meats pay to the debt, his and yours, to me... You do not understand it, idiot ?"

I felt panic within me, but I wanted to be strong in my outside. Absolutely I wanted to externally demonstrate the enormous insecurity that felt an those moments. Although underneath my skirt my bladder could not avoid to spill some drops of pissed, fear, panic, because truely I was terrified...

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After a time a man came from who they said to me that he was the police boss, watching to me with a malevolent smile and he said to the owner of the hotel:

- "You do not worry. That same night she will request to us to shouts that we penetrate her by the mouth, her pusssy, asshole... before giving her all our friends... Later, you and me will piss within their mouth and we will force her to swallow our excrements."

Although externally I adopted a proud attitude, even magnificent, I could not avoid that in my interior new drops of pissed left my bladder and crossed the higher part of my thighs... Of such way it impressed tp me the security and the firmness whereupon these words had been pronounced.

This boss of police was also a repugnant, fat man, without no type of gentleness, a true beast...

They forced to me to accompany them until the car. But although I was terrified, I tried to show a challenging, proud attitude. That time I did not want to yield from the first moment, to render to me, as to sixteen years old I had done with Erkan... I was going to trust the laws of that country, any country... I thought that these laws could not force to lay down to me with those men...

They took to me until a building, that later I knew that it was a jail. Somebody recieved to us as repugnant as my companions, a black, also very high man and corpulent... He seemed to be found out everything, somebody of the hotel possibly warned to him of we were going towards there... He watched to me with a possessive, offensive expression, like the one of which he was going to have to me within few moments, and he was going it to do without limitations, without no type of limitations...

Between the three men they took me until a balcony, that gave views to a playground, plenty of men, perhaps a hundred.

- "You see these men? Some of them have not been enjoying a woman, even revolting women like their, for years. Nobody of them has seen an as attractive white woman as you."

Here I lost all my serenity, evidently. If until now I had been able to contain something my pissed, now no longer it was possible to me. My bladder drained underneath my dress, so that I felt as the spurt of the pissed one ran between my thighs, towards the ground, until making a pool in the ground.

The three men lay down to laught when seeing me...

The prisoners had noticed our presence, and they approached underneath the balcony, with evident desires to lie down on me... some lowered the trousers to show their penis; some penises were enormous, dirty, great, stiff...

The boss of the prison said to those men.

- " Fuck her, play her, she is the best female than never you have had, nor never you will have... Do with her all do you want to do."

Later, I was pushed towards the playgroound by those three men.

The prisoners lay down on me. My clothes disappeared at moments and I remained naked among them, underneath them...

I felt penetrated by my mouth, several penises in my mouth, a penis by my asshole, another one in my pussy... sometimes, two penises within my pussy.. sometimes also two penises within my asshole... While I felt to me flooded of sperm, by outside and on the inside...

I was happening of hand in hand...

While the boss of police, the one of the prison and the owner of the hotel followed at the top of the balcony, enjoying the spectacle that I offered to them... ..........................................................................................................................

I was destroyed. But those men did not stop to fuck to me. They took already more than ten hours this way, fucking me of all the possible forms.

Until firings were heard: some guards were shooting to the air. I heard voices that I could not understand, but that seemed to force those prisoners to leave me single. Some resisted, but ten or twelve guards forced to them to do it.

I remained in that playground, destroyed, humiliated, without the minimum dignity within me...

Unconscious, undresses, covered only with a revolting sheet, of the same prison, I was taken until the hotel, to the room that was been occupying with my husband.

There, two maids bathed to me, cleaned to me. One of them said to me:

- "Now every man will fuck to you. I advise to you that you put yourself the most handsome possible. It is better to be fucked like handsome than like ugly. Then soon, all, all, all the men whom there are there outside, crew members and clients, will do with you whatever they feels like to them, whatever one can be imagined... You will drink their pissed and you will eat their excrements, so many times as they feels like to them... "

I heard it in dreams, but their words to me remained recorded in my mind. I thought "yes" that, so I put to me the most handsome possible, to excite the desire of the men... I put the dress more provocative than I found in the closet, the same one that I wore the night of the casino, when I sowed me proud in front all the hotel.

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They came to look for, to take to me to me until the dining room.

They were left few clients there, I hardly believe that four or five men, distributed in their respective tables.

But there was a very great table... where I could see the owner of the hotel, the boss of the police and the head of the prison... And to other friends their which I had not seen until those moments.

They forced to me to enter below the table and immediately I saw hands that from above forced to me to approach me an enormous penis that appeared underneath trousers. Immediately, all the other penises of those men appeared underneath that table.

There were penises of all type... More than fifteen penises. I understood what on demanded to me... I approached my mouth one of them, I felt stingy behind my head, my ears, and I began to suck those penises since I had learned to do it from child, as my own mother she had taught to me... and since I had been practicing all these last years.

When a penis drained within my mouth, throat, was forced to suck another penis... Sometimes, some of those feet, shoes, were entertained in kicking to me... But then it was destroyed all the possible rest of dignity in me. It was not left any dignity within me.

Later, they removed to me from underneath the table, cleared all my clothes to me and I was fucked all the night, the rest at night, on the ground, on the carpets, of the same dining room where days before I had shown my proud and offensive beauty...

Finally, the owner of the hotel approached me and he said to me:

- "Bitch, do you remember that I said to you that before it finished the day you would drink my pissed and you would eat my excrements? They see here, bitch... "

And he forced to me to make kneel between his legs. Next, he took hold the head to me behind the ears and began to piss within my mouth... It was a very thick liquid, so thick that it was possible to be chewed, of intense a greenish color, with a very hard flavor. And, mainly, I seemed to me one pissed very long, endless.. When to the aim it finished, he extended to me in the ground, with my mouth opened, and without no consideration he seated his enormous body, his expanded belly, so that his anus came on my mouth and began to loosen his excrements, directly on my mouth, in my interior.

Its was excrements undone, noncompact, diluted, with which more easily its penetrated me by the mouth and through my throat they arrived at my stomach...

Lost already any rest of dignity, I limited to me to swallow those excrements , because I understood that now they would force every day to me to make these same things. That it was not going to be the last time that I ate those excrements from all those men...

As thus it would be

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After these moments, I was enjoyed by those men, until satiating themselves with me, or by their friends, all along who felt like to them. Until feeling stuffed to me of penises within me... And finally, when they got tired, they gave me to the all waiters.

And thus I was as of those moments. That is, always there was somebody, the owner of the hotel, a waiter, or friends of on and others to which I had to satisfy sexually somehow.

Even of the pluses repugnates ways that can be imagined. I knew the flavor the pissed ones and the excrements of each one of those men.

Until they began to sell to clients of the hotel. The waiters took care of themselves to promote my enchantments between the unmarried clients of the hotel. Like a new service more of the hotel, like the service of laundry, for example: I took care of myself to drain his penises, swallowing his cum, their bladders; swallowing their pissed his to me, swallowing their excrements...

Or simply I was offered to some sadist who satiated himself with me striking to me with his belt, his whip, or his flexible twig... until it hurt the arms to him. Although I became swooned in the ground, on followed beating me..

Some clientes, after enjoying me during some days, they returned later to the hotel, accompanied by a big group of friends, to enjoy to me at the same time all them, in a great room, that on prepared for this...

In other occasions, the client returned with a pack of dogs, until fifty dogs, with which I was forced to make sex.

In another occasion, a client introduced within my pussy more than six small serpents, to which I felt to move inside my belly, died me of fear...

In another occasion, a great, heavy serpent like the wrist of a man, filled all my pussy to me, the inner part of my sex, until feeling stuffed to me by that animal, that it wil try to enter more and more within me, until occupying the laat centimeter of the inner part of my sex...

But what it gave me more scare in the beginning, the first time, - - soon already I was accustomed --, it was when on introduced a mouse to me within the pussy... It gave fear me, panic, but my shouts were only able to excite more to the the six or seven men who were doing me that. Reason why I decided to calm...

It is not possible to imagine nothing to which I was not forced in those days. Any thing that on could happen through the imagination of a sexually crazy man, excited, uncontrolled, I was forced to make it...

I memory also a game that they tried with me. During fifteen days, all the employees of the hotel, and the most assiduous clients, instead of loosen their excrements and pissed not in their habitual WC, bur within the bathtub of one room . They said to me that those excrements were going to be for me. When a client accompanied by dogs came in hotel, on explained to him with laughter which they was preparing, so that the excrements of their dogs went to also stop to the bathtub.

After fifteen days, when the bathtub was full, they took me, undressed to me and in the presence of all of them, they submerged to me under those excrements. When drowning to me, I saw me forced to swallow what the bathtub contained, whereupon great part of those excrements finished within my mouth, my throat, my stomach.

All it under theirs glances of scorn, deceives, while someone took advantage of the opportunity to piss directly upon me. Other two also drained their excrements on my face.

During my stay in the hotel they made to me all whatever we can imagine

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And thus it happened up to six months. Some times it came to look for me the head of the prison and they took me in company of the boss of the hotel and several their friends to the playground of the prison, where they waited for the wild sex to me of more of the hundred of men who there were retained... While they remained watching the film, the scene, behind iron doors, with bars... Later, they recovered to me, to do to me what one felt like to them.

To even give me to their dogs... or to force me to suck the penises of the dogs and to swallow its sperm to me...

A day, when I noticed that the employees of the hotel, and we do not say his owner, the police head and the one of the prison, began to be already fed up with my enchantments; at least, they did not see so excited for me as in the beginning, I was taken until the office of the owner of the hotel.

He had to his side a man with a very black dress, totally black, even a veil that covered his face. Later I would know that he was a tuareg, a man of the desert, a caravan head... I finished to being sold to that man.

They took to me with a car until the outskirts. Until an open of terrain where I could see until a one hundred people, most men; although also there were few women, ugly and old, and some children...

All in a species of tents. Later he would know that it was a caravan of tuaregs, that was dedicated to make transport of merchandise through the desert, as their ancestors had been doing during centuries...

I was thrown in the ground, to be enjoyed by those new men. It was the first time that I was fucked by tuareg. On had spoken to me of which their penises were thin, but extraordinarily long. I could enjoy -- to suffer -- in any case, cocks of all styles. Great, small, hard, soft...

When those men had satiated themselves with me, they gave me to the women, up to six women I could count... This has been one of the worse experiences of my life. Those women lay down on me. They took small flexible twigs and they began to strike my naked rumps with its. Their blows were not very strong, often had been struck with more force, more rage.

The blows of those women, in proportion, were smoother. But endless. During hours they were striking my rumps and the soft parts of my body, until leaving its in alive meat. The blood had been crowded in its, so that any rubbing was sufficient to make me shout. And they continued striking my rumps with the same rate, with the same intensity, the same cadence that they used from the first moment...

And thus all the night, while I shouted, I cried out requesting aid, mercy, with all my forces.

From that day I promised to me that the worse thing than it could happen to me was to be given to the women. Therefore, from those moments, I decided to crawl before the men, to beg for their sex, to clear their dicks, to offer to them my pussy, my anus, my mouth, opened so that they enjoyed its... To offer to me to drink their pissed , to eat their excrements... any thing before not being given to the women

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Few days later we began the passage through the desert. During the day I mounted one of the camels, upon it: my pussy, my belly, did not stop to move, by the form to walk own of this animal...

That is, that my belly did not leave to move, neither by day nor of night.

Sometimes we were with another caravan... The men, when seeing me, my white skin, imagined that soon they would fatten themselves on me, to do all tipe of excesses to me, which could be felt like to them. And thus it was indeed.

I saw the owner of my caravan to speak with the head of the other caravans, and they watched to me while they spoke. He sold to me in exchange for a little food. I know that in one occasion I was sold for a cent of dolar to all a caravan of more than one hundred men, who did to me whatever felt like to them.

During a month, this caravan was united to ours and I had to satisfy the men with the two caravans. All at the same time. They fucked me in ground, on sands of desert, while I felt how the sand was introduced within my mouth, my pussy, my anus... together with the profuse sperm of those men, whom it flooded to me...

In an occasion, they forced to me to make sex with a camel. Its penis was enormous. But my pussy already it was very expanded, by all those experiences. In addition, when I was raped together my mother in that island, the penis of the man that he forced to us it was the penis of an authentic beast, an authentic animal, as I already said... Therefore, now, the penis of the camel, was not able to enter totally within me, but I got to feel within my belly its eruption of sperm, like "tsunami" of hot and sticky sperm...

Although the worse thing it was to be given the women. Reason why I preferred to be clearing my body with the one of the men, to excite them when already they were exhausted, to avoid to be given to the women. Thing that unfortunately it happened once in a while.

Although I made any thing to avoid it. To eat the excrements of the men was preferable to being given to the women ............................................................................................................

Those men overwhelmed to me with sex, but they did not gave their love to me. Only I memory the glance of a boy, of about twelve years, that watched to me with affection. He was a very timid boy, who did not dare to direct the word to me. Although I realized of which he devoured to me with his glance. But it was not a glance of sex, but a glance of affection, love.

So that a day, while already I lay in the ground, dirty of sperm of the men who finish having sex to me, he happened in front of me...

I requested to him . He approached me with affection... but also he was excited. He took the veil that covered the inferior part of his face and he cleaned the body to me of some of the sperm that soiled it..

I noticed the glance of sex in his eyes of boy... For long time that nobody watched to me with love. He was very timid, this also excited to me... I invited to him to lie down on me, to that he penetrated to me with his penis... Possibly it was the first time that he penetrated a woman...

It saw him inexpert, I helped him, I did what I could stops to give him to please, I tightened my pussy on his pretty penis, to tighten it rythmically, since they make with the cows to remove milk to its... I, rythmically, tightened with my pussy, the inner part of my pussy, that penis of boy whom I had within my belly... like my mother had taught to me to make it... tighten and relax, rythmically, alternatively, to a cadence who seemed to me advisable, in agreement with the reactions that caused. Until also myself I felt excited, I had orgasme soon... another one. another one... another one more. and I felt as the boy drained within me. All my body began to vibrate, to shake, all my back, my thighs were excited like those of a crazy person, just like my rumps, and I began to shout of desire, of love.

Until calling the attention of all the caravan, that went, men and women, to contemplate my excitation...

Not very often in my life I have experienced as much pleasure as that day. ............................................................................................................

Thus I was until near a year. By the desert, until joining with other caravans, begging the sex to us of the men to avoid to be given to the women...

While the son of the head of the caravan to me continued caressing with his eyes, his glance. Throughout this time his love was the only love that I could enjoy.

I gave to please to give me to him, to this boy. It was the only penis that excited to me truely. But only I could enjoy it when the other men had already drained within me. .............................................................................................................

Until progressively I was being ill. I did not have forces, as way as I could not maintain to me over the camel.

At night I continued offering me to the men, so that they made in me the most repugnant things, to avoid to be given to the women.

But a moment in which arrived no longer I could not maintain to me on the camel; so they had to me to tie on it as if outside a bale. Every day I lost plus the wear, already I was incapable to perceive what it happened around to my.

Everything was like a penumbra, a dream.

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Until a day, blurredly I memory that we arrived at which seemed to a city...

I was tied on the camel, because I was incapable to maintain to me by same . Then fuzzily, while all the caravan arranged themself to plant their stores, I saw like the son of the head of the caravan, he took hold my camel, the one that maintained to me and he was put to walk to our side.

I was totally incapable to do nothing, to offer any resistance...

Also, that young one was the only man who inspired confidence to me between all of them. The only person who had offered me his affection in the last year and half.

We entered the city, he took to me until a house, he cuts with a knife my fastenings, those that take to me as pack on the back of the camel and I threw on the ground.

Later, blurredly, I could see like that boy, and that camel, moved away of me

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When I woke up I was in a hospital.

I knew that boy, my only love in year and half, had taken to me until the doors of which it was the consulate of my country, in that city.

On practiced a stomach washing to me, in addition to diverse treatments of chemical decontamination. During fifteen days.

Shortly after, I was transferred until my country, my house.

Spanish

Hasta que después de todas estas experiencias llegó el momento que había estado esperando toda mi vida: al fin encontré al hombre que podía hacerme feliz. Al menos esto es lo que pensé en aquellos instantes. Un hombre joven, fuerte, atractivo, cariñoso, amable. Con un dick grande, largo, grueso, aunque no excesivo, para hacerme gozar...

Me ofreció casarse conmigo y yo lo acepté loca de alegría.

Me llevó en viaje de novios a un país subsahariano. El norte está habitado por unas tribus tuaregs, propias del sur del Sahara, de religión musulmana; mientras el sur está habitado por unos pueblos propiamente negros...

Fuimos a una ciudad del sur... Un hotel precioso, el mejor de toda la ciudad...

Aquellos hombres, tanto los clientes como los empleados del hotel, se fijaron en mí... hasta sentirme desnudada por sus miradas, sus miradas obsesivas.. como si pretendieran penetrarme con ellas...

Yo los despreciaba: nunca más -- pensaba yo -- volvería a ser penetrada por otro hombre que no fuera mi marido; un marido al que amaba y que me hacía gozar, gritar de placer cuando me encontrraba en sus brazos, un hombre que me excitaba hasta al punto de que siempre mi sexo se mantenía mojado... Al fin había encontrado un hombre que me merecía, alguien para compartir mi vida, mis placeres, mi cuerpo... Y nunca más ningún otro hombre volvería a gozarme...

Esta extraña sensación tenía yo cuando me paseaba frente a aquellos hombres. Me mostraba orgullosa frente a ellos, quería mostrarles que yo no era para ellos, que nunca me tendrían en sus brazos, que ya no sería nunca tocada por otro hombre que no fuera mi marido, un marido al que amaba. Pero por otro lado me gustaba excitarlos, para así humillarlos mejor. Por esto cuando andaba frente a ellos contoneaba mis caderas, movía mis preciosas nalgas, para ponerlos calientes, para que su dick se pusiera tieso debajo de sus pantalones.

Quería excitarlos ... y después, despreciarlos.

En una ocasión, el dueño del hotel, un hombre gordo y repugnante, me dijo en inglés una palabra sexual... Y yo le contesté con una mirada de profundo desprecio, como si le escupiera a la cara... Poco podía imaginarme que acabaría siendo la esclava sexual de aquel hombre. Ofreciéndome a él, suplicándole, que me dejara beber sus meados y comer sus excrementos..

Durante toda una semana estuvimos jugando a este juego. Cuando acudía con mi marido al salón comedor o por las noches, a un night club que había en el hotel... Me excitaba rozarme con mi marido, y que todos los demás hombres que estaban a mi lado estuvieran calientes, ebrios de deseo, auténticamente embriagados, por mi belleza, mis muslos, mis pechos, mis caderas. Pero sobre todo mis nalgas, pues había visto que mis nalgas era lo que más les excitaba...

Hasta que una noche acudimos a jugar al casino que estaba en la parte baja de este hotel...Yo estaba radiante, mi marido era feliz conmigo. Era feliz y me hacía feliz a mí. Ambos nos entregamos en medio de aquella gente, con nuestras miradas, nuestros roces... Estaba exultante, pensando en que después me entregaría a mi marido y le permitiría, más áun le pediría, le rogaría, que me hiciera lo que a él tanto le agradaba: penetrar mi asshole.

Me sumergía ante las miradas de todos aquellos hombres como un pez se mueve dentro del agua, bajo las ola... Me sentía excitada con tantos hombres que deseaban gozarme. Cuando yo sólo me iba a entregar a uno solo. Y así sería para el resto de mi vida.

Mi marido, el hombre por mi amado, el hombre al que me estaba entregando completamente, día y noche, de un modo total, completo, y sólo por amor, este hombre empezó a jugar en la ruleta. Primero, ganó un montón de dinero. Amontonaba sus fichas a su lado y esto acabó por excitarlo a él y también a mí. Los hombres se arremolinaban a nuestro lado, supongo que lo harían con la vana esperanza de poder rozarse conmigo, tocarme de alguna manera, además de desnudarme con su mirada, imaginarme desnuda en sus brazos... Mientras mi marido seguía acumulando fichas, seguía ganando dinero en la ruleta. Todo nos parecía favorable, nos sentíamos exultantes, los dueños del mundo... mis gritos de alegría, de mujer que desea ser fucked, y que va a serlo, y que lo era cada día, varias veces al día, por el hombre que la amaba, y a quien yo amaba, me provocaba gritos de hembra satisfecha, que volvía locos a todos los machos que estaban a mi alrededor.

El éxito nos embriagó. Teníamos ya una verdadera fortuna en nuestras manos. Que nos hubiera permitido vivir el resto de nuestras vidas sin necesidad de trabajar.

Hasta que la locura del juego nos embriagó, nos volvió locos.

Entonces mi marido empezó a hacer apuestas demasiado arriesgadas y comenzó a perder, perder, perder... Aquel montón de dinero fue disminuyendo, cada vez era más pequeño...

Lo perdimos todo , todo cuanto llevábamos...

Ya no nos quedaban más fichas para seguir jugando...

Y cuando ya nos íbamos, desilusionados, alguien se acercó a mi marido para advertirle que en la caja de la sala de juegos hacían préstamos para seguir jugando...

Estábamos locos, no teníamos nada para afianzar un préstamo... Pero en aquellos instantes sólo deseábamos recuperar el dinero que habíamos perdido, aquella fortuna que tan efímeramente había estado en nuestro poder...

Mi marido acudió hasta la caja, llamaron al director del hotel, sala de juego.., aquel hombre repugnante y asqueroso que era el que más me había desnudado con su mirada... un hombre que daba miedo -- y asco -- de sólo verlo, alto, grueso, enorme...

Fue muy amable con mi marido y le dió todo el dinero que deseaba... Volvimos a jugar, volvimos a perder y volvimos a pedir más dinero... Que también nos fue concedido y después perdido nuevamente...

Esto enfrió nuestro entusiasmo. Perdimos mucho dinero, ya no sé cuánto.. Lo perdíamos, primero, para recuperar lo que antes habíamos ganado. Después, para que nuestras deudas no fueran tan grandes. Debíamos ya tanto dinero que jamás podríamos liquidar nuestras deudas. Por esta razón como unos locos intentamos reducir nuestras deudas con el juego: el juego nos había endeudado, el juego no iba a redimir la deuda...

Pero no fue así... Hasta que a mi marido ya no le dieron más crédito.

Nos retiramos a nuestra habitación tristes, muy tristes.

Una vez en ella , del mini bar que había en el interior de un armario, saqué una botella de vodka y la vacíamos entre mi marido y yo...

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Al día siguiente, cuando me desperté, estaba sola en la habitación.. No me extrañó , pues eran ya las doce del mediodía... Me levanté y me dirigí hasta el salón comedor, para preguntar por si podían aún servirme el desayuno...

Al bajar al hall, encontré al dueño del hotel, que me estaba mirando como se mira a una esclava, una esclava sexual. Me molestó su mirada, en aquel hombre precisamente, tan desagradable, tan repugnante...

Me dijo que deseaba hablar conmigo. Me invitó a entrar en su despacho, un despacho suntuoso, muy ostentoso...

Me senté frente a él, cruzando mis hermosos muslos ante sus ojos, para excitarlo aún más.

Entonces me dijo que mi marido se había marchado aquella mañana, llevándose todo su equipaje, y dejando pendiente de pago la consumición del hotel de todos aquellos días y las pérdidas de la noche anterior en la sala de juego...

Me quedéo horrorizada... Sentí ganas de mearme de miedo debajo de las faldas de mi vestido, mi corta falda.

Pero no quise mostrar miedo ante aquel hombre. No estaba dispuesta entregarme a él como una esclava sexual, como antes había hecho con Erkan. Esta vez iba a reaccionar sin miedo, para que la justicia decidiera. No podía ser condenada por deudas a dar placer a aquel hombre, no podía volver a ser la esclaba sexual de nadie, como durante años lo fui de Erkan, aquel jefe de policía turco.

Así que seguí mostrándome despreciativa, insultante, incluso ofensiva, en mi belleza, en mi actitud.

Le contesté que no tenía dinero, que cuando mi marido volviera le pagaríamos hasta el último céntimo.

Entonces aquel hombre se echó a reir.

Me dijo :

- " Tonta, estúpida, tu marido me ha dejado en mis manos para que cobre vuestra deuda en ti, para que lo que me debíais los dos me lo cobre en tu cuerpo, tus nalgas, tus pechos, tu pussy, tu asshole... Para que me sacíe en ti. Tu marido te ha abandonado, dejándote en mis manos, para que te goce, para que te venda, para que tus carnes me paguen la deuda tuya y suya... ¿ No lo comprendes, idiota?"

Sentí pánico dentro de mí , pero quise mostrarme fuerte en mi exterior.

En absoluto quise demostrar externamente la enorme inseguridad que sentía an aquellos instantes. Aunque debajo de mi falda mi vejiga no podía evitar derramar algunas gotas de meado, de miedo, pánico, pues estaba verdaderamente aterrorizada...

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Al cabo de un tiempo vino un hombre del cual me dijeron que era el jefe de policía,

Se me quedó mirando con una sonrisa malévola y dijo al dueño del hotel:

- " No te preocupes.. Esta misma noche nos pedirá a gritos que la penetremos por la boca, por su pusssy , por asshole... antes de entregarla todos nuestros amigos... Después, tú y yo nos mearemos dentro de su boca y la obligaremos a tragarse nuestros excrementos.."

Si bien exteriormente adopté una actitud orgullosa, incluso soberbia, no pude evitar que en mi interior unas nuevas gotas de meado salieran de mi vejiga y recorrieran la parte superiorr de mis muslos ... De tal manera me impresionó la seguridad y la firmeza con que habían sido pronunciadas estas palabras.

Este jefe de policia era también un hombre repugnante, gordo, sin ningún tipo de delicadeza, una verdadera bestia...

Me obligaron a acompañarlos hasta el coche. Pero si bien yo estaba aterrorizada, procuraba mostrar una actitud desafiante, orgullosa. Esta vez no quería ceder desde el primer momento, rendirme, como a los diciséis años había hecho con Erkan... Iba a confiar en las leyes de aquel país, de cualquier país... Pensaba que estas leyes no podían obligarme a acostar con aquellos hombres...

Me llevaron hasta un edificio, que después supe que era una cárcel. Nos recibió alguien tan repugante como mis acompañantes, un hombre también negro, muy alto y corpulento... Parecía estar enterado de todo, posiblemente alguien del hotel le advirtió de nuestra ida hacia allí...

Me miró con una expresión posesiva, insultante, ofensiva, como la de alguien que iba a poseerme dentro de pocos instantes, y lo iba a hacer sin limitaciones, sin ningún tipo de limitaciones...

Entre los tres me llevaron hasta un balcón, que daba vistas a un patio, lleno de hombres, quizás un centenar.

- "¿ Ves estos hombres ? Algunos de ellos no han gozado a una mujer, incluso mujeres asquerosas como las suyas, desde hace años. Ninguno de ellos ha visto a una mujer blanca tan atractiva como tú."

Aquí perdí toda mi serenidad, evidentemente. Si hasta ahora había podido contener algo mi meado, ahora ya no me fue posible. Mi vejiga se vació debajo de mi vestido, de forma que sentí como el chorro del meado corría entre mis muslos, hacia el suelo, hasta hacer una charca en el suelo.

Los tres hombres se echaron a reir al verme...

Los presos habían advertido nuestra presencia, y se acercaron debajo del balcón, con evidente deseos de echarse sobre mí... algunos se bajaron los pantalones para mostrar su pene; algunos penes eran enormes, sucios, grandes, tiesos...

El jefe de la prisión se dirigió a aquellos hombres.

- "Tomadla, gozadla, es la mejor hembra que jamás habéis tenido ni nunca tendréis... Haced con ella lo que se os antoje."

Después, fui empujada hacia el patio por aquellos tres hombres.

Los presos se echaron sobre mí. Mi ropa desapareció en unos instantes y me quedé desnuda entre ellos, debajo de ellos... Me sentí penetrada por mi boca, varios penes en mi boca, un pene por mi asshole, otro en mi pussy... a veces, dos penes dentro de mi pussy.. a veces también dos penes dentro de mi asshole...Mientras me sentía inundada de esperma, por fuera y por dentro...

Fui pasando de mano en mano...

Mientras el jefe de policía, el de la prisión y el dueño del hotel seguían en lo alto del balcón , gozando del espectáculo que yo les ofrecía...

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Estaba destrozada. Pero aquellos hombres no paraban de poseerme. Llevaba ya más de diez horas de esta manera, fucked de todas las formas posibles.

Hasta que se oyeron unos disparos: algunos guardias estaban disparando al aire.

Oí unas voces que no podia entender, pero que parecían obligar a aquellos presos a dejarme sola. Algunos se resistieron, pero diez o doce guardias le obligaron por la fuerza a hacerlo.

Me quedé en el suelo de aquel patio, destrozada, humillada, sin la más mínima dignidad dentro de mí...

Semi inconsciente, desnuda, cubierta sólo con una sábana asquerosa, de la misma prisión, fui llevada hasta el hotel, a la habitación que había estado ocupando con mi marido.

Allí, dos sirvientas me bañaron, me limpiaron.

Una de ellas me dijo :

- "Ahora te follarán todos. Te aconsejo que te pongas lo más guapa posible. Es mejor ser follada como guapa que como fea. Pues dentro de poco, todos, todos, todos los hombres que hay allí fuera, sirvientes y clientes, harán contigo cuanto se les antoje, cuanto se puedan imaginar... Beberás su meado y comerás sus excrementos, tantas veces como a ellos se les antoje..."

La oí en sueños, pero sus palabras se me quedaron grabadas en mi mente. Pensé que sí, que debía ponerme lo más guapa posible, para excitar el deseo de los hombres...

Me puse el vestido más provocativo que encontré en el armario, el mismo que llevaba la noche de la sala de juego, cuando me mostré exultante frente a todo el hotel..

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Vinieron a buscarme, para llevarme hasta el salón comedor. Quedaban pocos clientes en el salón, creo que apenas cuatro o cinco hombres, distribuidos en sus respectivas mesas.. Pero había una mesa muy grande... donde pude ver al dueño del hotel, al jefe de la policía y al jefe de la prisión... Y a otros amigos suyos a los que no había visto hasta aquellos instantes.

Me obligaron a entrar por debajo de la mesa y en seguida vi unas manos que desde arriba me obligaban a acercarme a un enorme pene que aparecía debajo de unos pantalones. En seguida, todos los demás penes de aquellos hombres aparecieron debajo de aquella mesa.. Había penes de todo tipo... Más de quince penes.. Comprendí lo que se me exigía... Acerqué mi boca a uno de ellos, me sentí agarrada por detrás de mi cabeza, por detrás de mis orejas, y empecé a succionar aquellos penes como había aprendido a hacerlo desde pequeña, como mi propia madre me había enseñado... y como yo había estado practicando todos estos últimos años.

Cuando un pene se vaciaba dentro de mi boca, garganta, era obligada a succionar otro pene...

A veces , algunos de aquellos pies , zapatos, se entretenían en darme patadas...

Pero yo estaba tan destrozada que había perdido ya todos los restos posibles de dignidad. No quedaba ninguna dignidad dentro de mí.

Después, me sacaron de debajo de la mesa, me quitaron todas mis ropas y fui poseída toda la noche, el resto de la noche, sobre el suelo, sobre las alfombras, de la misma sala comedor donde unos dias antes habia mostrado mi belleza exultante y ofensiva ...

Finalmente, se acercó a mí el dueño del hotel y me dijo:

- " Bitch, ¿ te acuerdas de que te dije que antes de que acabara el día te beberías mi meado y te comerías mis excrementos ? Ven aquí, guarra... "

Y me obligó a arrodillarme entre sus piernas. Seguidamente, me agarró la cabeza por detrás de las orejas y empezó a mear dentro de mi boca... Era un líquido muy espeso, tan espeso que se podía masticar, de un color verdoso intenso, con un muy fuerte sabor.. Y , sobre todo, me pareció un meado larguísimo, interminable.. .

Cuando al fin acabó, me extendió en el suelo, con la boca abierta, y sin ninguna consideración sentó su enorme cuerpo, su dilatada barriga, de forma que su ano vino sobre mi boca y empezó a soltar sus excrementos, directamente sobre mi boca, en su interior. Eran unos excrementos deshechos, no compactos, diluidos, con lo que más fácilmente me penetraban por la boca y a través de mi garganta llegaban a mi estómago... Perdida ya cualquier resto de dignidad, me limitaba a tragarme aquellos excrementos, pues comprendía que ahora me obligarían cada día a hacer estas mismas cosas. Que no iba a ser la última vez que me comía aquellos excrementos y los de todos aquellos hombres que no dejaban de reirse en aquellos mismos instantes...

Como así sería..

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A partir de estos momentos, fui gozada por aquellos hombres, hasta saciarse conmigo, o por sus amigos, todo el tiempo que se les antojaba.. Hasta sentirme stuffed de penes dentro de mí...

Y finalmente , cuando se cansaron, me entregaron a todos los camereros.

Y así fue a partir de aquellos instantes. O sea, siempre había alguien, el dueño del hotel, un camarero , o amigos de unos y otros a los que yo tenía que satisfacer sexualmente de alguna manera. Incluso de las más repugnates maneras que se puedan imaginar. Conocí el sabor de los meados y de los excrementos de cada uno de aquellos hombres.

Hasta que empezaron a venderme a los mismos clientes. Los camareros se cuidaban de promocionar mis encantos entre los clientes solteros del hotel. Como un nuevo servicio más del hotel, como el servicio de lavandería, por ejemplo: yo me cuidaba de vaciar sus penes, tragando sus cum, sus vejigas; tragándome sus meados, sus vientres, tragándome sus excrementos... O simplemente era ofrecida a algún sádico que se saciaba conmigo golpeándome con su cinturón, su látigo, o su vara flexible... hasta que le dolían los brazos. Aunque cayera en el suelo desfallecida, seguían golpéandome..

Algunos clieetes, después de gozarme durante algunos días, regresaban después al hotel, acompañados de una camarilla de amigos suyos, para gozarme todos al mismo tiempo, en una habitación grande, que habilitaron para esto... En otras ocasiones, el cliente regresaba con toda una jauría de perros, hasta cicuenta perros, con los cuales era obligada a hacer sexo.

En otra ocasión, un cliente me introdujo dentro de mi vagina más de seis serpientes pequeñas, a las que yo sentía moverse en el interior de mi vientre, muerta de miedo...

En otra ocasión, una serpiente grande, gruesa como la muñeca de un hombre, me llenó todo mi puss, la parte interior de mi sexo, hasta sentirme stuffed por aquel animal, que puganba por entrar cada vez más dentro de mí, hasta ocupar hasta el último centímetro de la parte interior de mi sexo...

Pero lo que me dió más panico al principio, la primera vez,-- luego ya me acostumbré--, fue que me introdujeran un ratón dentro de la vagina... Me dió miedo, pánico, pero mis gritos sólo consiguieron excitar más a a los seis o siete hombres que me estaban haciendo aquello. Por lo que decidí calmarme ... Era lo mejor, pasara lo que pasara.. No pasó nada..

No es posible imaginar nada a lo cual yo no fuera obligada aquellos días. Cualquier cosa que pudiera pasar por la imaginación de un hombre sexualmente loco, pervertido, excitado, incontrolado, era obligada a realizarlo...

Recuerdo también un juego que ensayaron conmigo. Durante quince días, todos los empleados del hotel, y los clientes más asiduos, en lugar de soltar sus excrementos y sus meados en su WC habitual, lo hicieron dentro de la bañera de una habitación determinda. Me dijeron que aquellos excrementos iban a ser para mí. Cuando venía lagún cliente acompañado de perros, le explicaban con risas lo que estaban preparando, para que los excrementos de sus perros fueran a parar también a la bañera.

Al cabo de quince días, cuando la bañera estuvo llena, me cogieron a mí, me desnudaron y en presencia de todos ellos, me sumergieron bajo aquellos excrementos. Al ahogarme, me veía obligada a tragar lo que la bañera contenía, con que gran parte de aquellos excrementos acabaron dentro de mi boca, mi garganta, mi estómago. Todo ello bajo sus miradas de desprecio, burla, mientras algunos aprovecharon la oportunidad para mearse directamente encima de mí. Otros dos también vaciaron sus excrementos sobre mi cara.

Durante mi estancia en el hotel me hicieron todo cuanto puede imaginarse.

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Y así pasaron hasta seis meses.

Algunas veces venía a buscarme el jefe de la prisión y me llevaban en compañia del duelo del hotel y varios amigos suyos a aquel patio de la prisión, donde me esperaba el sexo salvaje del más de centener de hombres que estaban allí retenidos ...Mientras ellos se quedaban mirando la película, la escena, por detrás de unas puertas de hierro , con barrotes ...

Después, me recuperaban, para hacerme lo que se les antojaba. Incluso entregarme a sus perros... o obligame a mamar los penes de los perros y tragarme su esperma...

Un dia , cuando noté que los empleados del hotel, y no digamos su dueño, el jefe de policía y el de la prisión, empezaban a estar ya hartos de mis encantos; al menos, no los veía tan excitados como al principio, fui llevada hasta el despacho del dueño del hotel.

Tenía a su lado a un hombre con un vestido muy negro, totalmente negro, incluso un velo que cubría su cara. Después sabría que era un tuareg, un hombre del desierto, un jefe de caravana ...

Acaba de ser vendida a aquel hombre.

Me llevaron con un coche hasta las afueras de la ciudad. Hasta un descampado donde pude ver hasta a cien personas, la mayor parte hombres; aunque también había unas pocas mujeres, feas y viejas, y algunos niños... Todos en una especie de tiendas de campaña.

Después sabría que era una caravana de tuaregs, que se dedicaban a hacer transporte de mercancías a través del desierto, como su antepasados habían estado haciendo durante siglos...

Fui echada en el suelo, para ser gozada por aquellos nuevos hombres. Fue la primera vez que era poseída por un tuareg. Me habían hablado de que sus penes eran delgados, pero extraordinariamente largos. Los pude gozar -- sufrir-- de todas formas, de todos estilos. Grandes, pequeños, duros, blandos...

Cuando aquellos hombres se hubieron saciado conmigo, me entregaron a las mujeres, hasta seis mujeres pude contar...

Esta ha sido una de las experiencias peores de mi vida. Aquellas mujeres se echaron sobre mí. Llevaban unas pequeñas varas flexibles y empezaron a golpear mis nalgas desnudas con ellas.

Sus golpes no eran muy fuertes, muchas veces había sido golpeada con más fuerza, con más rabia. Los golpes de aquellas mujeres, en proporción, eran más suaves.

Pero interminables. Durante horas estuvieron golpeando mis nalgas y las partes blandas de mi cuerpo, hasta dejarlas en carne viva. La sangre se había agolpado en ellas, de forma que cualquier roce era suficiente para hacerme gritar. Y seguían golpeando mis nalgas con el mismo ritmo, con la misma intensidad, la misma cadencia que utilizaron desde el primer momento...

Y así toda la noche, mientras yo gritaba, clamaba pidiendo auxilio, piedad, con todas mis fuerzas.

Desde aquel día me prometí que la peor cosa que podía ocurrirme era ser entregada a las mujeres. Por esta razón, desde aquellos instantes, decidí arrastrarme ante los hombres, mendigar su sexo, rozar sus dicks, ofrecerles mi pussy, mi ano, mi boca, abiertas para que las gozaran... Ofrecerme a beber sus meados, comer sus excrementos... cualquier cosa antes de ser entregada a las mujeres.

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Pocos días después empezamos la travesía a través del desierto. Durante el día montaba uno de los camellos, encima de él: mi pussy, mi vientre , no paraban de moverse, por la forma de andar propia de este animal... O sea, que mi vientre no dejaba de moverse, ni de día ni de noche..

A veces nos encontrábamos con otra caravana... Los hombres, al verme, mi piel blanca, imaginaban que pronto se cebarían sobre mí , para hacerme toda clase de excesos, lo que se les pudiera antojar.

Y así era efectivamente. Veía al dueño de mi caravana hablar con el jefe de las otras caravanas, y me miraban mientras hablaban. Me vendía a cambio de un poco de comida. Sé que en una ocasión fui vendida por un centavo de dolar a toda una caravana de más de cien hombres, que me hicieron cuanto se les antojó. Durante un mes , esta caravana se unió a la nuestra y tuve que satisfacer a los hombres de las dos caravanas. Todos al mismo tiempo.

Me fucked en el suelo, sobre las arenas del desierto, mientras sentía cómo la arena se introducía dentro de mi boca, mi pussy, mi ano.. juntamente con el esperma profuso de aquellos hombres, que me inundaba...

En una ocasión , me forzaron a hacer sexo con un camello. Su pene era enorme. Pero mi pussy estaba ya muy dilatado, por todas aquellas experiencias. Además, cuando fui raptada en compañiía de mi madre en aquella isla, el pene del hombre que nos forzaba era el pene de una auténtica bestia, un auténtico animal, tal como ya dije...

Por lo tanto, ahora, el pene del camello , no consiguió entrar totalmente dentro de mí, pero sí llegué a sentir dentro de mi vientre su erupción de esperma, como un "tsunami" de esperma caliente y pegajoso...

Aunque lo peor era ser entregada las mujeres. Por lo que prefería estar rozando mi cuerpo con el de los hombres, para excitarlos cuando estaban ya agotados, para evitar ser entregada a ellas.

Cosa que desgraciadamente ocurría de vez en cuando.

Pese a que yo hacía cualquier cosa para evitarlo. Comerme los excrementos de los hombres era preferible a ser entregada a las mujeres

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Aquellos hombres me colmaban de sexo, pero ninguno me daba su amor.

Sólo recuerdo la mirada de un niño, de unos doce años, que me miraba con cariño. Era un niño muy tímido, que no se atrevía a dirigirme la palabra. Aunque yo me daba cuenta de que me devoraba con su mirada. Pero no era una mirada de sexo, sino una mirada de cariño, amor.

De tal foma, que un día , mientras ya yacía en el suelo, sucia de esperma de los hombres que acaban de poseerme, pasó frente a mí ...Le pedí que se acercara ..Lo hizo con cariño...pero también excitado. Cogió el velo que cubría la parte inferior de su rostro y me limpió el cuerpo de algunos de los espermas que lo ensuciaban...

Noté la mirada de sexo en sus ojos de niño...

Hacía mucho tiempo que nadie me miraba con amor.

Era muy tímido, esto también me excitaba... Le invité a echarse sobre mí, a que me penetrara con su pene... Posiblemente fue la primera vez que penetró a una mujer... Le veía inexperto, yo le ayudé , hice lo que pude para para darle placer, apreté mi pussy sobre su lindo pene, para apretarlo ritmicamente, como hacen con las vacas para sacarles leche... Yo, rítmicamente, apretaba con mi pussy, con la parte interior de mi pussy, aquel pene de niño que tenía dentro de mi vientre... como mi madre me había enseñado a hacerlo...apretar y aflojar, rítmicamente, alternativamente, a una cadencia que me parecía conveniente, de acuerdo con las reacciones que provocaba..

Hasta que yo misma me sentí excitada, tuve un orgasmo... luego otro.. otro... otro más.. y sentí como el niño se vaciaba dentro de mí. Todo mi cuerpo empezó a vibrar, a estremecerse, toda mi espalda, mis muslos se convulsionaron como los de una loca, lo mismo que mis nalgas, y empecé a gritar de deseo, de amor.. Hasta llamar la atención de toda la caravana, que acudieron, hombres y mujeres, a contemplar mi excitación...

Pocas veces en mi vida he experimentado tanto placer como aquel día.

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Así estuve hasta cerca de un año. Por el desierto, hasta juntarnos con otras caravanas, mendigando el sexo de los hombres para evitar ser entregada a las mujeres...

Mientras el hijo del jefe de la caravana me seguía acariciando con sus ojos, su mirada. Durante todo este tiempo su amor fue el único amor que pude disfrutar.

Me daba placer entregarme a él, este niño. Era el único pene que me excitaba verdaderamente. Pero sólo lo podía disfrutar cuando los demás hombres se habían ya vaciado dentro de mí.

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Hasta que progresivamente me fui enc