Aletta Ocean Gets Banged At Work

I couldn’t help but stare, transfixed, at the woman on the screen. Of course I knew that Alex had changed me, had awaken some part of me that had been hidden so deep inside that I was completely unaware of its existence, but seeing it on screen, getting to watch myself, made it all so much more real. When I had shown up to his house that day, I had hated him. Hated him for what he was making me do, hated that he had offered such a paltry sum for a sex act that most of the women I knew wouldn’t even consider. Hated myself for allowing it. And then something happened. Something more than just an orgasm with a finger in my ass, although certainly tied to that moment. I realized that (even more than Alex, more than my inability to offer any meaningful resistance) the thing I had hated most was what I was becoming. I had hated the fact that his control was turning me on. Hated that it took nothing more than lick a command and seeing the red light lit up on his camera to turn me into some pornstars kind of sexual animal, eager to please even the most sordid demands. I hated that, even with the welts across my ass making laying down painful, I had ground my ass into the bed that night, my fingers pistoning feverishly at my pussy, making wet, squelching sounds so loud I thought my parents must be able to hear me from the next room, but still not caring as I thought about what he had done to me in that basement dungeon of his. And then, with his tongue joining my fingers at my pussy, one solitary finger buried knuckle deep in my ass, I came. Hard. Harder than I had ever cum from my own ministrations, certainly harder than Ryan had ever managed with his inexperienced fingers and lackluster tongue. I came, and as I saw the fingernail marks I had left on him, I understood…something. That may not be the right word, I technically still don’t understand what exactly happened, only that I had forgiven myself in that moment for enjoying such depravity. Or maybe it was that I finally realized that I needed no forgiveness. I had finally experienced the kind of sex I didn’t even know that I was looking for. It was dirty, it was hot, Big Tits it was not entirely of my own will, and it was submissive to a man that, until that moment, I couldn’t stand. And I. LOVED. IT. I watched as that young vixen, so newly accepting of her own sexuality, winked at the camera (winked at me) before nearly inhaling the cock in front of her. I watched and smiled, waiting for that same man that I had, up until recently (perhaps up until just before that video was taken) hated to take the last of my virginity. To take me. *****Becky***** I wasn’t exactly known for my conservative dress. I still bore the emotional scars of middle school, from before I had developed breasts. 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