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Click hereI'd never let anyone play with my ass before, and it felt really weird at first, like I was losing control of my bowels, but John kept fingering me. Then he pulled it out again and brought it up to my face.
"How does that smell?" he said, and covered my nose with it. He started laughing when I tried to pull away and called me a dirty slut again.
He kept fucking me then, for ten or twenty minutes, in a few different positions, and then he finally he said he was ready to come. I told him I wasn't on the pill, so he pulled it out, and made me lie on my back, with a pillow behind my neck, and then he sat on top of me, with on knee on either side of my head, so I couldn't really move, and started smearing his cock across my face, and jerking off.
"You're a nice little slut, aren't you," he said while he was looking down at me. "How do you like that?"
I didn't say anything, so he grabbed my hair and starting pulling my head up.
"Tell me what a dirty slut you are," he said. "Say it!"
"I'm a slut," I said quietly.
"Say it louder, bitch. Say 'I'm a dirty slut'".
This time he spat on me when I opened my mouth to speak, and pulled my hair even harder.
"I'm a dirty slut," I said finally, loudly.
"Alright Becky," he said. "Here it comes, open your mouth."
I was so desperate for it to be over that I did what he said, just in time, for it started to spurt straight away. The first lot landed in my mouth, and then another one hit my nose and ran into my eye. He kept coming until it felt like I was covered with it, then he laughed and told me to open my eyes.
"That's beautiful Becky," he said. "There's just one last thing I need and then I can let you get out of here. I just want you to look at the camera and say 'Look at me now Daddy: I'm a cum-face slut, and I've just been degraded."
By that point I just wanted him off me. My eyes were stinging with his come and I felt sick, like I was about to throw up, or lose control and start crying, so I repeated what he'd said: "I'm a dirty slut and I've just been degraded." Then he gave me a towel and let me get cleaned up.
When I got into the bathroom and I was finally alone I sat down on the toilet and burst into tears. My eyes were still stinging from his come and my vagina felt really sore, and I just felt really dirty.
There was a shower there so I got into that and tried to wash it all away. Then I got dressed and came back out.
He was still naked, with his flaccid cock hanging between his legs like an empty glove. True to his word he paid me nothing but the train fare.
I started crying again when I was leaving, and he just patted me on the bum and told me to call him if I ever wanted to do anal, or a group sex scene. He tried to comfort me by saying I'd done a pretty good job, and I'd get paid for the next one.
And then I left.
My goodness! I use to model and I know the studio where this took place. Thats awful what happened to you. You should have called the police because they will continue to get away with this shit. What absolute fuckers. Makes my blood boil
and well-written. The descriptions of first-time anal play and deep-throating were dead-on accurate. If this was a real experience, my sympathy. If imagined, all I can say is you are talented and have a superb imagination.
I enjoyed this! I wish she would have enjoyed it more though!
Keep up the good work!
I enjoyed this! I wish she would have enjoyed it more though!
Keep up the good work!
Overall, I find no technical fault with the story, and it was quite well-written. However, I get the distinctly awful feeling that it actually did happen. If not, please forgive me for being forward, but if so, I am very, very sorry that it did, Ms. Lin. Were you ever able to turn the bastards in? I don't know how that process works in the UK, but if you haven't done so already, I'd urge you to consider it: they'll likely keep doing it with more women otherwise. Again, if this is fiction, I apologize for being forward, but I just wanted to express my concern.
Makes you think about things. Unfortunate for all women to get used like this!
This is a very well-written piece. I don't know if it was a real experience, but it seems real. I'm also unsure about how to 'read' it. On the surface, the girl is obviously distressed by the end, and it was clearly an unpleasant and degrading experience. On the other hand, it's presented to us here for voyeuristic use - it's exhibited to us - so is there an undercurrent of something else there? I don't know, but that doubt is part of the experience of reading the story.
I was pleased that the story didn't pull any punches. The girl was obviously exploited and forced when she might, perhaps, have been persuaded and encouraged instead. That is, she might, possibly, have enjoyed making pornography in other circumstances, if she'd been allowed to express her sexuality by herself and under her own control. I wasn't surprised by the cruelty of the man in the story - and I know that's in me too to some extent - but it's a shame that pornography is made like this and that women are forced into degradation. What we want to see, I think, is abandon - ecstasy. But we (men at least) don't trust the ecstatic porn star: we think (perhaps we know) she's faking it for money. So we ask for something recognizably 'real' - distress. The girl's discomfort, shame and distress are used to 'prove' that the experience is real. There's a vicious almost-circle here. We chase the real in porn, and the producers constantly fabricate it. So the only 'satisfying' pornography is the forced and violent. And that must be very wrong. Pornography produced like that is dirty in the wrong sense. Pornography should be transgressive but it should be excited and joyful. Not transgressive and repugnant.
I think this story will stay with me for some time, whether it's fact or fiction. Thank you very much for writing it.