Nothing distinguished him from other regulars in the street; sixty, maybe more. I had seen him several times on market day, his shopping basket overflowing with leeks and carrots. Lonely, brooding. He lived a few houses away from my building. On second thought, if I had noticed it, it was because he was distinguished by the fact that he never called in the street, and that he did not have dogs on a leash. You have noticed that you can no longer say hello in the street to strangers; they are all talking to other people out of sight and those they see they ignore! Small, stocky, thighs twice as big as mine, hands like beaters, big eyes set in a puffy face, the jaw protruding, the black hair making him look always unshaven, he traced his path without s 'hang out with anyone. Its forbidding aspect attracted me more and more. This man there was not loved and had not loved for a long time. We were getting closer to the end of the year holidays and we could spend them together rather than alone each on his own. When I passed him, I greeted him with a shy hello or I smiled at him. If he saw me, he didn't let it show. I pulled out the big game: from then on, my gaze lingered on his crotch and I moistened my lips, raising my gaze. His doggy eyes showed neither surprise nor interest. One day when I was returning home, he came to meet me, and without further consideration, continued on his way. But when I was dialing my digital code, I felt it right behind me. We were alone in the street. What had amused me, scared me. I didn't know anything about him and I was at his mercy. -You offer me a coffee, pedal?From the outset, his guttural voice announced the color. My little game had not escaped him. However, I was not more reassured. He had taken me seriously. -Yes, gladly, follow me.We both re-entered the elevator shaft. Barely engaged, he took the roubignoles in my hand while looking me straight in the eyes. I smiled like a young lady who just touched her hand. When we got upstairs, he let go of me to slam my ass. -We have arrived, come in! I turned the key in the lock.Both were relieved not to have seen a neighbor on the landing.I made the cheerful host: -seat down, I'm making the coffee -thank you, but take off your clothes first. I want to see you naked!I never expected such an introduction, but whatever happened, I couldn't back down. He had guessed my submissive soul. As worried and excited at the same time, I bared myself in front of him. He hadn't smiled for a moment and still had that surly look that had intrigued me in the street. He was measuring me like a horse dealer at the fair, his lips puckered down, doubting that I would do the trick. I put on an apron to serve him, telling myself that he would like it. I put the tray with the cups and the coffee maker in front of him - do you have sugar? -no thank you, I take it nature. Come closer !He took my buttocks with full hand -You have a little ass. You have to be tight like the others… Turn around and show me that!Which I did, leaning forward. He brought his face up to sniff me. - You have a clean ass, that's good, you will take care of it all the more from now on. You wanted me, you found me. But first of all, I'm going to have to train you.He moistened the puck, and slipped his middle finger into it. I was no longer a novice and my pussy was softened by dint of being taken. My ring resisted intromission for a moment. He was to expect it, he did not force the passage but after a few back and forth and rotation on himself, his finger penetrated me to its full length. -Well, you're not a virgin anymore but I need a gaping pussy whore for Popaul!So saying, he took his cock out of his pants. At rest, his member resembled a Morteaux sausage. My dismay at such a piece could not have escaped him. -And again, you haven't seen anything! nature provided me with a donkey's cock. In porn, we dream about it; in reality, no one wants me. Too big, too long, I hurt them and don't give them pleasure. Women and men alike. They are not ready and they are afraid that I will tear their flesh. He took a deep breath. . -You are different. You were not afraid of my ugliness, I will prepare you for my stiffness. Do you agree, Abel? This is not going to happen overnight. But I am hopeful to format you. And give you pleasure, then.How did he know my first name? In any case, he had spoken it nicely.His proposal appealed to me. I was tired of being alone every day and changing partners too often. -Yes I want. What should I call you? -Martin! You will say, yes, Martin! Otherwise, you will have the swift! Yes ? -Yes, Martin.From now on, you will come to my house at the end of the day. I'll call you, you better not keep me waiting. Here is my address, give me your 06. We exchanged our coordinates.With that, he got up to leave. - See you soon, I'm counting on you.The next day, I was on my toes… but the phone did not ring. Had I dreamed of our meeting?It wasn't until two days later that he called me. -Are you ready, Abel? -Yes, Martin. -I am waiting for you !My wishes, my hopes, my expectations no longer mattered. Only his desire mattered.His house was surrounded by a more or less abandoned garden which hid it from view. I rang outside. The electric lock went off immediately. I cross an avenue of lilacs and ash trees before crossing the threshold of the house. As soon as he entered, he pushed the door open and asked me to undress. -I hope I don't have to tell you anymore, it must become a reflex for you, understood? -Yes, Martin.He took my rod in hand and led me into his bathroom. A large walk-in shower took up half the room. He ran water f ...

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