what i had I was tormented by the question that in the second package. The ban on petting with me, without the presence of Mark, I received a long time ago, and while I waited, I was already on edge. Skype came to life ... Mark appeared on the screen.

“Undress,” he ordered.

I quickly took off my t-shirt. Since childhood, I have not worn underwear at home, and the entire home wardrobe was a T-shirt or a bathrobe. Only during the monthly it was necessary to wear panties.

- “Bring a bucket and stool”

First I knew why, but why the stool ... I quickly brought everything and immediately followed the command.

- "Sit and Caress Yourself"

I sat down and started stroking my chest with one hand, the other climbed between my legs. There, everything was squelching for a long time, and from the touch it poured like a stream.

- "Spread your legs"

...

- “Wider”

...

- “Well done, bitch”

I threw back my head and continued to caress myself.

“Get to know this, Bill,” sounded unexpected.

I started and stared at the screen, thinking that I was mistaken in the translation. But no, another black man, about his age, was sitting next to Mark. I automatically moved my legs and covered my chest with my hands.

“Hands, Whore, put your hands away,” followed by a loud command.

I quickly pulled my hands to the bottom.

- "Spread your legs and keep jerking yourself, Bitch." “, Not giving me, come to my senses, sounded orders.

Not understanding what I was doing by doing, I could see that the developed reflex worked. I began to stroke the clitoris with my finger, occasionally passing them along wet and already wide enough lips, sinking a little into the crevice between them.

I did not understand what feelings I had about what was happening and whether they existed at all. A feeling of shame, dulled, a feeling of resentment, was absent, there was no regret either. But I felt somehow uneasy, something was tormenting me. Perhaps this is what me as a thing, so easily, can show anyone. This means that my photos, too, many could see. And then I caught myself thinking that it really turns me on. I rubbed my legs between my toes with all my fingers and pinched my hard nipple. My cunt squished under the pressure of my hand and sprayed my juices in different directions. There was a pool of my discharge on the floor. I began to moan.

- “Stop”, Sounded from the speakers.

I continued.

- “Stop, bitch”

I again, like a trained dog, executed the command.

- “What, wanted to finish ahead of time? A whore ... ”, and then he began to talk with Bill.

- "Well, how do you like my bitch?"

- “Great. Hot stuff. In real life, she looks more dissolute than in the photo, although she looks like the last whore to them ”

I was shocked. I sat still, and could not believe what I heard. He still showed my photos.

- "Right. I hope you are satisfied and do not regret the money spent? ”Continued Mark.

- “No, I do not regret. It's worth it"

After I heard that Bill had paid for the show, it was as if something had crossed in me. It is difficult to describe. As if something inside of me was beginning to overwhelm my mind. I began to experience strong contradictions that initiated the formation of my essence. That is what pushed me that day, and is still moving towards actions that I am ashamed of, but I don’t regret how much I have done.

I was gripped by a strong desire to demonstrate to Bill everything that I was doing in front of Mark. But I was not moving. And not because of some moral considerations, but because I was banned.

- "You said it would be something special" again sounded from the speakers.

- “Yes, right. Relax and watch, ”Mark replied with a huge smile.

“Ready, Whore?” It was addressed to me already, and I nodded.

- "I can not hear"

- “Yes”, trembling, but not out of fear, but from anticipation, I answered in a voice.

- “Take the package and open it. There are several boxes inside, each with its own number. Get the first

I quickly unpacked the package and took out the first box.

- “Open”

I opened it with trembling hands. There were three jars of different colors and two tubes.

“Take the red jar and the rest later,” Mark continued.

- "Open and drink the capsule"

— «?»

- "What you are watching? Drink bitch "

I took out the capsule and swallowed it with alarm.

- “The action will begin in 10 minutes. Now open the second box. You know what it is? ”

I opened the box and saw a huge syringe with a long hose, and at its end was a tip that ended in a ball. I looked at Mark inquiringly.

- “This is an enema. Pour warm water into the syringe

I went to the kitchen and did as he said.

- “Now, stand over the bucket back to us and stick the tip in your ass”

I guessed what all this was for, but I did not experience fear, on the contrary, I resolutely began to act. I spread my legs over the bucket and pointed the tip into my hole.

- "Fool, lick it," mockingly said Mark.

I licked the tip and continued to shove it in the anus. It turned out pretty easy. The ball slipped inside, and the sphincter closed behind him. Knowing that this process was being observed, I began to feel a little embarrassment.

- "Now sit down over the bucket and squeeze the water out of the syringe."

I sank down and pressed the piston. The water began to fill in me. Squeezing out all the water, I began to listen to my new sensations. I was a bit pleased, I felt some kind of puffiness. It was something new, and not a lot of discomfort.

- “Go and pour more water. Don't take out the hose, ”I heard.

I got up and went to the kitchen. The ball at the end of the tip did not let the hose fall. With each step I felt a heaviness in my stomach, I really wanted to go to the toilet. When I returned, I no longer felt the pleasant feeling that was before.

“Sit back over the bucket and keep pouring in the water,” Mark ordered.

I obeyed. Without squeezing half out of the syringe, I already felt that I was being torn from the inside. I thought I was going to burst. There was a slight dull pain.

- “Hit me harder, Bitch,” Mark called out when he saw my confusion.

I sharply pressed the piston. From pressure, a ball with a stream of water remaining in the syringe, left his place. And from my ass, gushing fountain. It was water, mixed with my feces. The smell immediately spread throughout the room. I could not stop it, this inexhaustible stream, which broke out with force. My butt made gurgling sounds, and then a loud fart. At the end sounded a long protracted fart, as if signifying the end of the eruption. I thought that I was burning with shame, but when I saw the expressions of faces looking at me, that feeling began to fade away. And after hearing the words, something like “This girl will become a real fuck,” has completely evaporated. I even felt a surge of pride in myself.

- "Repeat. Pour in one syringe right away in the kitchen and come with a filled second one ”, these words were spoken to me.

I went without delay and brought in the water, returning, I felt that the refilling was more enjoyable and began to like me. I sat over the bucket and pressed on the piston. To my surprise, all the liquid fit into me.

- “Go for another portion,” I heard.

I got up and moved into the kitchen. I squeezed the sphincter, so God forbid the ball did not jump out, and I did not fill the entire apartment with liquid. I felt the water moving in me, as if she was washing me from the inside. But the desire to go to the toilet, increased with each step.

Already coming back, I thought I could not stand it, and I already wanted to pull the hose over the bucket, as I heard;

“Don't you damn fucking.” Sit on the stool. And start typing, but slowly. ”

When I sat down, the pressure on the bottom became much less, and I slowly began to pour water into myself. The less liquid remained in the syringe, the more I wondered how much I could hold together, and more and more I felt internal pressure. My stomach has clearly increased in size, and my stomach is boiling heavily.

- “Good, Slut.Maybe another shot? ”Mark said with a smile.

- "Please no. I’ll be blown away now, ”I lamented.

- “Does it hurt you?”

I listened to myself. Somewhere in the depths there was a quiet, aching pain, but nothing overwhelming was possible.

- "Almost not"

- "OK. So the tablet is working. ”

— «?»

- “Anesthetic”

“So, now above the bucket, with your back to us, and pull out the hose. We will enjoy the spectacle, like a dirty, juvenile whore, will pour out a fountain from her asshole. ”

These words again branded me, in my subconscious. And now, defecating in front of two elderly men, I was fully aware of how and by whom I look in this situation. And there was not a feeling of shame in me, neither disgust, nor regret, nor fear, but there was only a feeling of satisfaction from emptying the asshole and arousal from what was happening.
This time the water was cleaner and odorless. And the sensations were different. Getting rid of water, I felt relief, which was growing more and more, and I began to fall into euphoria. Not only physical, but also moral perceptions have changed. I used to be embarrassed to go with my friends to the school toilet. And now I sit quietly, squeeze myself out, and knowing that they are looking at me, and make loud indecent sounds for the whole room.

So being a virgin, I became a whore.

To be continued...

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