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  I: Okay. Go on.

  S: So he fucked my mouth like that for a while. It was easier for him to go deeper in like that. I could feel his cock actually push open my throat and bend slightly down into it. He would reach down and grab and squeeze my breasts while he was pumping. And then it happened...

  I: What?

  S: I had an orgasm. It was the first time ever that I had an orgasm with no actual stimulation down there. I could feel myself getting wetter, but it was a surprise when the orgasm actually came.

  I: Did he notice you have an orgasm?

  S: I'm still not sure. He was distracted. I moaned some with his cock still in my mouth, which might have pushed him over. He stopped fucking my mouth, leaned forward a little and rested a hand on each of my breasts and I felt a warmth fill my mouth and realized he was coming. I could feel his cock pulse as it filled my mouth with cum. He told me to swallow it. So—-

  I: What were his exact words?

  S: He said, "Swallow my cum, slut."

  I: And did you?

  S: It was hard to do it in that position, with my head upside down. And he wouldn't take his cock out of my mouth. I swallowed down some of it, most of it ran from the side of my mouth and down my face.

  I: And then what?

  S: He got on the bed and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them to my knees.

  I: Did he ask permission before he did that?

  S: No. That bothered me a little as well. I mean, I would have taken them off if he would have asked me to, but the fact that he granted himself access to my vagina made me doubt if I were still in some control. And I was a little scared to the test to see if it was consensual or not.

  I: I'm not sure what you mean by that. The test?

  S: I mean so far everything was consensual. I had decided to go with it. But you can test whether it's actually consensual or not by just asking him to stop. And then when he stops, he passes the test and you can tell him to keep going. Whether he stopped or not, I would have eventually gotten fucked the same way, but there’s a mental difference. One's fun, the other can be traumatic. So I didn't want to do the test. I thought it's better to not know whether it's consensual or not than to be sure and have the answer you don't want.

  I: I see. What happened next?

  S: He collapsed next to me and told me to masturbate.

  I: What were his—-

  S: His exact words? He said, "Touch yourself, slut." So I started masturbating while he stroked himself next to me trying to get an erection again. He made a few comments about me touching myself with his cum on my face. He made a comment about how much he likes "shaved pussies." He occasionally leaned toward me and sucked on my breasts.

  I: Did you give yourself an orgasm?

  S: I was right on the verge of it, but he rolled on top of me and pinned both my hands over my head. I had an orgasm as soon he penetrated me, on the first stroke, which I bet made him feel like a god, but it was just good timing. It felt amazing though. The first stroke always feels the best and to have it right when you're about to have an orgasm...my god. And then he kept fucking me while I was having the orgasm, which kept it going for a bit.

  I: So this was classic missionary sex?

  S: Yes. As soon as he was inside me his tone changed for little while, he became tender. While I was having the orgasm and my head was tilted back he softly kissed my neck. And then after the orgasm, while still fucking me, he whispered in my ear that I was the best looking girl he’s ever been with. We looked in each other's eyes for a few seconds and then we kissed passionately.

  I: Seems like the tone really changed.

  S: Yes. But then it changed again just like that after the kiss. He said he could taste his cum in my mouth. I looked away for a second and he said, "Look me in the eye while I fuck you, slut." So I looked him in the eye again and he grabbed my throat with one hand; he could almost wrap his whole hand around my neck.

  I: That's another very vulnerable position to be in.

  S: It is. I was a little surprised myself that I instinctively stretched my neck to accommodate him. I was surprised with how much it turned me on. I was on the verge of another orgasm after a couple of minutes of this. When it came I moaned loudly against my will and my back arched. He took his hand off my neck, turned my head to the side so he could only see my profile and put his hand on the side of my face, the whole length and height of it. He pushed down and kept fucking me, one side of my face buried into the mattress. My orgasm was almost subsiding when he pulled out of me very suddenly, pulled me off the bed and told me to get on my knees again. I did so and he stood over my, grabbed my hair to pull me close, moaned loudly, and came on my face.

  I: How did that feel?

  S: Just to be on my knees in front of him was degrading enough, but then having him ejaculate on me, it felt like an unwarranted insult, a mean insult, but at the same time it completely turned me. It turned me on to an extent that my brain was turned off And that confused me.

  I: What happened next?

  S: He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the bathroom, and stood behind me in front of the mirror. He grabbed my hair and pushed my head forward toward the mirror and said, "Look at yourself, slut."

  Even after everything I'd just done, seeing my body naked in front of a man, a stranger, was startling. My nakedness seemed so much more blatant when I saw my full reflection, with him behind me with a fist-full of my hair. And then I looked at my face and had to force myself not to gasp. It was covered with the semen of this man who I had met not even an hour earlier. I stared at the pool of cum on my right cheek that was covering the blush I had applied so carefully earlier in the evening and felt so...indecent. And dirty. I realized how thoroughly used I had been and it again confused me why that thought sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

  I: Did he say anything else?

  S: No. After a while he moved closer, grabbed my hips, pushed me forward so that my hands were flat against the mirror, and started to fuck me again. And I watched myself get fucked. I don't know if it's extreme vanity or self-hatred that every time I masturbate now that is the image that makes me cum: the image of myself in the mirror, semen covering my face, the guy behind me fucking me so that a hard slapping sound is heard at the peak of every penetration, him reaching around to grab my breasts with both hands for leverage.

  I: What were you feeling while watching that?

  S: Shame. Guilt. Fascination. Intense arousal. Eventually he reached around and covered my mouth with his hand and said, "Don't moan like that slut, you're gonna make me come again." I wasn't even aware that I was moaning; I was in such a trance staring at the scene in the mirror. I couldn't even tell you if I had an orgasm or not. Finally, he went in deep, still tightly covering my mouth with one hand, and draped his other hand over my breasts and pushed me back into him, so my back was against his chest and his mouth was against my ear. I heard his breath turn heavy and felt warmth filling me and realized he was coming inside me. He held me tight like that for a long while. Then he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, "Now go back to your boyfriend, slut" and let go.

 

 

  Safira, Bliss Week: Yield and Surrender (Interview With Loose Women Series)

 

 

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