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I remember back to december … I was in Lisbon for my holidays. I had dreamt on this city for years; I had always wanted to visit it.

While flying to Lisbon, the man next to me land his right hand on my thigh and looked at me deeply. I hesitated to dare his stare…I gently grabbed his hand and put it back on his side. Few minutes later, it started again…when I grabbed his hand, he tighten it on my leg. I whispered: “please”! He finally let it go, but while I put his hand back to his side he slipped his hand away in some way that he manage to move my hand over his pants. He leant towards me and whispered back to me: “Do you feel how you make it hard!” t was so embarrassing…I removed my hand rapidly.

The flight took almost 3 hours. At the end, the guy had his way to the upper part of my thighs under my skirt. He even moved over my panties, rubbing my pussy’s button. I got wet…and had a couple of puff of heats!

When we landed, he helped me with my luggages. He didn’t let me a chance to go on my side. Although, he didn’t need…he was so commanding that I would follow him at his words.

He rent a car and moved to his house where…you know

At last, I was lying on a bed on my stomach, naked, with his thick jizz oozing along my slit; my legs spread.

He fucked me a couple of times during the night and early in the morning. He enjoyed dominating me, lying over my back, pushing his hard dong in between my thights, pressing it stronger and stronger into my slit, and moving as deep he could to the bottom of my vagina. The guy was strong, massive and muscular. His hands were holding my arms in my back while astride my ass and fucking down my pussy harder and harder. He was moving like a man riding his horse…I could feel it getting bigger and bigger into my vagina as it moved like a caterpillar deeper and deeper. After harassing my cunt for long minutes, he moved his hand over my shoulders and put all his weight on it. He moved so heavely and violence inside it that I couldn't let go a painful whine as he stretched out my vagina with his large and excited dong! I squealed when he forced it back and forth…he enjoyed it…I enjoyed it less. …He ordrered me to shut up! I couldn't. My vagina was jogging; his cock hurt. As I couldn't stop sobbing, he whipped on my ass heavily. On each hit, I let go a little shout. He moved out.

His dick was still excited. He got me on my four, moved behind me, grasped my ass and moved straight into my ruined pussy. I groaned; my heart bit loudly into my chest. He pushed his dick deep til its end. He grabed my hair. As he moved faster and faster inbetween my lips, he went deeper and deeper til I started moaning. His hands then moved over my tits which he moulded into his large hand. After a while he stopped and moved out, letting my carcass lying on the bed.

Later in the morning, we had a breakfast.

He did not say a word.

After paying the bill, we had a stroll. He took me by the arm and he lead me away in a quiet place, behind a cabin near the beach. He pushed me against the wall, turned me back, moved his hand under my skirt, removed my panties (I heard a creak) violently, spread my legs and bent me over. I heard him remove his pants. I felt his cock in front of my cunt; he pressed it against and forced its way inside. I wailed; my pussy wasn't wet. He didn't mind… and pushed it hard inside. It hurt again; I sobbed. He grabbed my hips and moved back and forth as hard he could. It didn't last til he cummed into me.

He moved back. I got dressed  up. We moved to his car; his thick jizzed poured out of my vagina on each steps. I was uncomfortable. He knew that and enjoyed that. He drove me a few miles later to a bus station with my luggages, did say no words and went away.

I arrived late in Lisbon. It took me hours…

Did I enjoy it?…well, not really…even if I had eventually an orgasm, but it was brief.

Feeling being a whore was not my best time!