I AM A WHORE. THE PHOTOS. (Story written on 03-08-2008) Hello, first of all I am going to introduce myself for those who

I AM A WHORE. THE PHOTOS. (Story written on 03-08-2008) Hello, first of all I am going to introduce myself for those who have not met me. read yet. My name is Irati, I am 27 years old (I am 80) and I live in a big city from Spain, although I am from a town in the north of the country. To be honest I'm not a particularly pretty girl, rather average, and I don't have breasts big, I have more developed hips with a fleshy and pert ass that It is usually attractive to men (in fact it is my most used weapon when I want to hunt a male). This is the continuation of my story saga SOY PUTA, which I still don't know when I will decide to end it. I recommend that before reading this, you read the previous ones. I also want to thank you for the amount of readings you have had. my first two stories, and of course the comments, both the flattering and the critics. To the latter, I accept criticism if it is constructive, as it has been until now. This is my style, I tell my experiences way and I suppose that I will evolve as an author of stories, just as it has My life has evolved, maybe for the better, or maybe for the worse. Anyway never It rains to everyone's liking. ------------------------------------------- As I have told in the last stories, this Pedro left of the tongue revealing what was happening in the hiding place, and the rumor passed from word of mouth. Both the boys and I denied it, with which and as in every rumor, in the town there was a division of opinions: some believed it and others No. This division of opinions did not leave Pedro in a very good position, since those who They didn't believe it, they assumed he was trying to get revenge because I had rejected. Months passed, and I even had fun with the rumor. The people speculated as I passed by and I had already earned a reputation as a slut whose veracity remained a mystery to the entire town, and I was also happy plus the fact that Pedro came out as "badly" as I did because of his own vileness. Now that I'm 14 years old, an envelope arrives at my house in the mail. In a On the side it said my name and address and on the sender's side it said PEDRO. When it I opened it and saw what was inside, my heart beat faster. I took out of the envelope about a dozen photos taken from outside Luis's cabin, in which through a window you could see one of the orgies that the boys had They rode with me. There was also a paper on which he wrote: "Do you like the photos? If you don't want the whole town to see them, call me at ". It made me very angry to see those photos and the threat, because I would become a hostage to a Such an unpleasant uncle was the last thing I wanted, and besides, I already imagined what What he wanted from me. I called him and he scheduled me for the next day at 5 p.m. at the entrance to the cemetery. Well, there I was at 5 in the afternoon, having just arrived at the cemetery, a little tired because it is up the mountain and away from the town. I had to wait another half hour until Pedro showed up on his motorcycle. He took out a helmet, he told me to go up and we went further up the mountain to turn off onto a narrow, unpaved road. We reach the end of the road, already fully immersed in the forest, and there the motorcycle stopped. We take off our helmet and made it go down. I asked him to please not show those photos to anyone, and he He replied that if I cared so much about keeping those photos secret, I would have to show myself willing to do anything. So I accepted, which led me to a spiral from which there would be no chance of getting out safely. He told me that from that moment a game began in which I would have to pass tests, of course sexual, and that in each of them He would take new photos of me. Ironically he asked me if I was satisfied, and I didn't even I bothered to respond. Perhaps he expected fear on my part, or that I would beg him pity, considering that she was alone, defenseless, that he could do whatever he wanted and I couldn't refuse because he had me blackmailed. But I couldn't allow it to be like this: where there should be fear there was only resignation, inexpressiveness. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me upset and humiliated I assimilated everything as a new adventure, and even A part of me was dying to know what the first of those tests would be. Me He told me to get naked and so I did. As I got rid of my clothes, he He was taking photos of me with a camera that he took out of the trunk of the motorcycle, and once naked he made me suck him. Deep down I told myself that this time I wasn't going to What happened the first time in the hiding place happened, and that's how it was. His first grunts of pleasure were accompanied by comments like "damn this is really a blowjob", "they have made you a good whore in the cabin", "that's how I like it, bitch", etc., which gave the impression that he was liking my way of jerking him off with the lips, rubbing the tongue on the tip, making lunges to swallow it all for an instant everything that amounts to a good cleaning. During that blowjob he took a few photos of me until he put the camera back on top of the motorcycle, he took out his cock and jerked it off with one hand while with the other he He grabbed my hair to immobilize my head. He came splashing me on the cheeks and inside the mouth. He picked up the camera again and told me to He will clean the remains of semen looking at the target. He took a couple more photos of me. licking the drops of semen that remained on his tip and with the dirty face. Then he gave me some tissues and said "So you can see I'm not that bad ha ha ha!" I wiped my face and he took me back to the cemetery. When we arrived at the cemetery he told me that I had already become a his private little whore, and that apart from fucking me whenever he felt like it, he I was going to fuck the worst in town: old drunks, a homeless man, a retarded, gypsy, asked me if I took pills and I said yes (it was True, I started taking it since that scare with Luis and I'm still taking it). He replied that it was better for me because of all the semen my pussy was going to hold. We continued seeing each other every time his relationship with his girlfriend deteriorated. He allowed it, and he was never without his camera to take them at any time. erotic, pornographic situations, even some that many women they would consider degrading. From the second time the thing was not in one blowjob, he loved to fuck me, spank my buttocks and thighs with thin branches that I found, I used to bring cucumbers and bananas to masturbate with them (the He peeled bananas because he liked the way they fell apart when he squeezed them in my hand. damn), ropes to tie me to the trees... and it didn't bother me because He said he didn't like it - and before he didn't get along as much as he does now, since you are insatiable - He enjoyed me in very different ways, and always took photos for the memory. At least (or so I told myself) I had the detail of not taking them to reveal to the town's photo store - which, although it is a large town, knows almost everyone - but he was approaching the capital of the province do it. After a few months in which he combined me with his girlfriend and At the same time, I combined him with the boys from the hiding place (who did not know nothing about Pedro), I got the first taste of this hot gymkhana: had to fuck Venancio, an old drunk from the town so disgusting that At 70 years old, he had never married. The next story will be about this adventure.