Sex in a crowd

Conny corrects her. She NEVER wearing any clothes, she is ALWAYS totallly nude, totally naked.

I will be there, at your side, every second, invisible of course! And you have grown a New, steadfast Charakter, a strong and pride selfesteem!

We will dress you in your sexiest lingerie, your most seductive dress. I will will give you a flacon of the most powerful perfume, he MUST react, if he isn't gay.

Hurry up, the Show is beginning!

Rebecca grabs her maids 32 inch magic cock, holds it and pulled the foreskin back as much as possible, then she kisses the bold glans lovefully.

"I know well, Conny, that you are my companion for life, in your magic way. I know for sure, you will never be jealous me getting a young human man, you encouraged me to. Give me your blessing, please!"

Conny does and says,"Go, go, Tiger, go! Take him, not letting him slip away!"

You like me, as i am, Rebecca. A perfect looking and feeling girl, with the blessing of an additional 32-inches cock!

Rebeccas phone Rang. Jack, the web-site manager of Jeremy's publishers. He asked for a date tonight and Rebecca agreed, feeling bold and strong.

Is there anything you can say to me?

Conny dressed Rebecca in finest, sexiest lingerie, her most daring short Robe and made her make-up like a professional. At the end a spray of the magic perfume, and there you go!

Rebecca twirling in front of the mirror again and again. She was content, the forbiddenly short Robe unveiled her silk Tanga, with a glimpse of her pussy, her beautiful ass. She is beaming.

Conny said with a smile: "Jack once had a one-night stand with Yui Aragaki, he fucked her one night really hard and powerful until he was exhausted."

Over dinner, Jack and Rebecca talked about the website. Jack had put it behind a non-mandatory paywall so anyone could access it. She tried to find out if Jack was gay or straight, but he was very secretive. In the end, Rebecca asked Jack directly if he could squirt, that is, shoot his sperm into a vagina?

Jack didn't respond first, but Rebecca repeated her demand. Jack looks straight in your eyes, "You will see!"

They had arrived in his loft, drinking vodka and smoking. She slowly undressed him, a wonderfully built youth with a cock swollen to bursting point, a magnificent piece of manhood. With three movements he undid her mini dress, silk bra and skimpy thong. He whistled through his teeth. "You could be the youngest sister of the divine Yui Aragaki, gentlemen!" he exclaimed in surprise. Rebecca played the naive virgin, her favorite role. "I'm still a virgin, Jack," she said with downcast eyes, "would you like to deflower me, please, please!?"

Rebecca's eyes widened in anticipation as Jack began to tell her about his encounter with Yui Aragaki. Her body tingled with excitement at the thought of the beauty and grace of the famous idol. She could picture everything in her head, how they had lain naked in his bed, their bodies entwined, their skin pressed together, the heat of their passion, the intensity of their desire.

"Oh, Jack, tell me everything," she breathed, her hand still secretly stroking his huge cock in the restaurant, her fingers sliding over the shaft, enjoying the feeling, the heat, the promise of the pleasure yet to come. "I want to know every detail, every moment, every sensation. Please don't leave anything out!"

She could feel the excitement growing inside her, the desire, the desperate desire to be touched, pampered and fucked like crazy. She wanted Jack to take her, make her his, show her the same passion, the same intensity, the same wild devotion that he had shown Yui.

"Start over, Jack," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire. "Tell me how it all began, how you met Yui, how you first saw her, how you first felt the spark of desire, her attraction."

She pressed her body against his, her breasts pressing against his chest, her hips grinding against his, her pussy aching, throbbing, desperately yearning for his touch, his cock, his entire being. She could feel the heat of his skin on hers, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed, how his breathing quickened with every word, every memory, every confession.

"And then, when you're done telling me, when you've shown me every moment, every sensation, every desire... I want you to deflower me and fuck me, Jack. I want you to take me, to claim me, to make me yours, just like you did with Yui!"

She reached down, her hand cupping his balls, feeling their weight, their heat, their promise of masculinity and fertility. She could feel the anticipation inside her, the knowledge that he was ready, that he was eager, that he was desperate to be inside her, to deflower her and fill her.

"Please, Jack," she pleaded in a low, husky voice. "Tell me everything about her. Don't leave anything out. I want to know everything, feel everything, experience everything through you. Was she still a virgin like me??

"No, of course not. In her younger years she strictly refused to be fucked in front of the camera. Her career rose quickly and I suspect she let all the important men fuck her, she wasn't a nun after all! She grew older and first had to let herself be filmed masturbating, played young boarding school girls and lesbian nuns, she was already top at that! She then got roles in historical dramas, had to let herself be fucked in front of the camera by all her own and enemy samurai's. Since then she has let herself be fucked by anyone who pays enough gold for it."

Rebecca snuggled up to Jack. He was definitely not gay! "Jack, love, please fuck me now! Please take my virginity, fuck me so hard that I even forget my own name! Please!" Jack didn't need any further invitation. Rebecca lifted her legs, clamped her toes into the bed frame above so that her mons pubis and labia stood out prominently. He liked this arrangement very much, she offered herself wide open like a ripe fruit.

He knelt in front of this offering and kissed Rebecca deeply. "I'll take your virginity, but only if you want it!" he breathed, trembling with excitement. Rebecca nodded. "Yes, Jack, deflower me, but not too brutally, just normally. I want it that way!" Jack's eyes lit up and he pierced her hymen instantly. Rebecca's eyes glowed intensely and she pulled him close to her. "Fuck me, Jack, fuck me hard!" And Jack fucked her hard. He waited to cum until she had had her orgasm and it had subsided. Her orgasm tore her feet from their anchorage, her legs thrashed uncontrollably and her lower abdomen heaved like the turbulent ocean. He held her tightly, he fucked Rebecca like mad and shot his strong jets into her hole. They only paused briefly, then she lifted her legs and anchored her toes above her head. With a few deep French kisses he was quickly ready to fuck again. For two hours there was no other sound to be heard than the slapping of their sweaty bodies together and her moans and groans as she raced to orgasm. Then they were both completely drained.

"Tell me about Yui Aragaki, you fucked her a lot, didn't you?" But Jack shook his head sadly. "No, just once!"

She could see the look in his eyes, how they darkened with desire, how they glowed with intensity. She knew he would tell her, every detail. And so he began to speak, his voice deep and rough, and his words painted a vivid picture in her mind. His hands slid over Rebecca's silky skin.

"It started at a party," he said, his hand sliding down her back, his fingers following the curve of her spine to her buttocks. "I was there, surrounded by people, but I could only see her. Yui Aragaki, the goddess of beauty, the idol of perfection. She had made the most touching porn films, I copied them all and watched them a thousand times. She stood across the room, her dress clinging to her curves, her hair falling down her back, her eyes sparkling mischievously."

Rebecca could imagine everything, how Yui had looked, how she had moved, how she had dominated the room with her presence. She could feel the heat rising inside her, the excitement, the desire, the need to be in her place, to be the object of Jack's desire, his obsession.

"I approached her, my heart pounding, my palms sweating," Jack continued, his hand sliding lower, cupping her ass, squeezing it, taking it in his paws. "I introduced myself, my voice shaking, my words stammering. But she smiled at me, a smile that made my knees weak and my cock hard. And then she invited me into her private chambers."

Rebecca felt the excitement growing inside her, the knowledge that Jack had been with Yui, that he had touched her, tasted her, fucked her. She wanted to know more, feel more, experience more.

"And then we were in her bed," Jack said in a deep, husky voice.

Rebecca's breath caught as Jack continued his story, his voice deep, husky, his words painting a vivid picture in her mind. She felt the heat growing inside her, the excitement, the desire, the need to know every detail, every moment, every sensation.

"And then we were in her bed," Jack said, his hand sliding up her thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of her labia. "I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe I was here, with her, the goddess of beauty, the idol of perfection. She looked at me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted, and she invited me in."

Rebecca could imagine everything, how Yui had looked, how she had moved, how she had drawn Jack closer, her body a promise of lust, of ecstasy, of everything he had ever wanted.

"I kissed her," Jack continued, his lips brushing Rebecca's ear, his breath hot on her skin. "I kissed her like I'd never kissed anyone before, like I'd never kiss anyone like that again. She tasted like heaven, like sin, like everything I'd ever wanted and denied myself."

Rebecca could feel the excitement inside her, the need, the desire, the desperate need to be in Yui's place, the object of Jack's desire, his obsession, to be his everything.

"And then her hands were on me," said Jack, his own hands sliding up Rebecca's body, cupping her breasts, squeezing them, taking her nipples between his fingers. "She touched me as if I belonged to her, as if I had always belonged to her, as if I would always belong to her. And I let her, I submitted to her, I gave myself to her, to her touch, to her lust, to her lust. She squirted my first jets of cum clumsily or perhaps calculatedly into her face, then she quickly pushed my cock down her throat and swallowed all my juice. She was insatiable, she let me cum three times into her beautiful mouth, deep into her throat. She grinned, she had to empty my balls well first, she said, grinning."

Rebecca could feel the heat rising inside her, the knowledge that Jack had been touched by Yui, that he had surrendered to her, that he had given himself over to her completely. Rebecca wanted to know more, feel more, experience more.

But then Yui broke up with her, Jack didn't have enough money to offer. He was sent away as soon as he penetrated her beautiful tight pussy hole. Her gaze was cold and dismissive as he pounded wildly in her hole. She didn't move an inch as he fucked her, not an inch as he squirted inside her. She let herself be fucked unmoving, only clinging to him like a drowning woman in her many orgasms. No sound in the room, just the sound of colliding sweaty flesh and when Jack grabbed her hips in his staccato finale to squirt inside Yui, her moans and groans filled the air. He had to stop after the third squirt, so she heartlessly sent him away.

Rebecca could see and feel his sadness and tried to move away from the actress. She asked Jack if he could fuck one every night or if he had to stay alone. Jack smiled and told her that every day he fucked one or two unknown girls or women in the crowded subway. Jack contritely admitted to being a sex predator.

Rebecca took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, to push down the anger, the disgust, the betrayal she felt. She knew she had made a promise, a vow to accept and embrace all of Jack's desires, all of his secrets, all of his kinks and fantasies without judgment or rejection. And she was determined to keep that promise, no matter how hard it was, no matter how much it hurt.

"How do you do it, Jack?" she asked, her voice soft and calm. "How do you find these women, how do you approach them, how do you... do it?"

She could feel the tension in the room, the way the air seemed to thicken with the weight of Jack's confession, the way the silence stretched between them, heavy and oppressive. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, that she was asking him to reveal the darkest, most twisted parts of himself, but she needed to know, needed to understand, needed to embrace it all.

"I...I look for them," Jack began, his voice low and hesitant. "I watch them, I study them, I learn their routines, their habits, their weaknesses. And then I approach them, I talk to them, I charm them, I seduce them. And when the moment is right, when they're vulnerable, when they're ready, I fuck them."

Rebecca could feel the shiver that ran down her spine at his words, the way her skin crawled with revulsion and disgust. She knew she should be horrified, should be appalled, should be sickened by his actions, by his confession. But she had made a promise, a vow, and she was determined to keep it, no matter what.

"And then...and then you fuck them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You take them, you use them, you violate them, all for your own pleasure, your own twisted desires?"

She could see the shame and regret in Jack's eyes, the way his head hung low, the way his shoulders slumped with the weight of his confession. She knew he was ashamed, knew he was disgusted with himself, knew he was sorry for what he had done. But it didn't matter.

Rebecca's mind reeled as she listened to Jack's confession, trying to process the depths of his depravity. She could feel her stomach churning, her heart racing, her palms sweating. But she had made a vow, a promise, and she was determined to keep it, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much it disgusted her.

"I...I think I understand," she said, her voice trembling. "You find a woman, a girl, who's willing to be complicit, who's willing to participate in your sick, twisted games. And then you take her, you use her, you violate her, all for your own pleasure, your own twisted desires."

She could feel the bile rising in her throat, the way her breath breaking apart.

Rebecca's heart raced as she listened to Jack's words, trying to make sense of his twisted logic. She could feel the anger and disgust rising inside her, the way her blood boiled at the thought of him taking advantage of vulnerable women, of young newlyweds, of ripping through their chastity and desires.

"You...you're saying it's consensual?" she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. "That they're willing participants in your sick games, in your twisted desires?"

She could feel the bile rising in her throat, the way her stomach churned with revulsion and disgust. She knew he was trying to justify his actions, trying to make himself feel better about what he had done, but she couldn't accept it, couldn't believe it.

"But how can you be sure?" she pressed, her voice rising with anger and frustration. "How can you know that they're truly willing, that they're not just giving in to their bodies, to their desires, to their lust? How can you know that they're not being manipulated, coerced, pressured into doing something they don't really want to do?"

She could see the defiance in Jack's eyes, the way he held his ground, the way he clung to his twisted logic, his sick justification. She knew he was a liar, a manipulator, a predator, and she couldn't believe a word he said.

"I...I can't do this," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I can't accept this, I can't embrace this, I can't love someone who does such horrible, disgusting things. I'm sorry, Jack, but I can't be with you anymore. I can't be with someone who violates women, who takes advantage of them, who destroys their lives for his own twisted pleasure."

She could feel the tears streaming down her face, the way her heart shattered into a million pieces. She had loved him, had given herself to him, had promised to accept and embrace all of his desires, all of his secrets, all of his kinks and fantasies. But she couldn't do it anymore, couldn't bear the weight of his depravity.

Rebecca's heart raced as she heard Conny's angry words, the way she chastised her for judging Jack, for not being empathetic, for clinging to man-made traditions. She could feel the confusion and frustration rising inside her, the way her mind spun with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

"I...I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I don't know what's right, what's wrong, what's acceptable, what's not. I'm just trying to make sense of it all, trying to understand, trying to find a way to accept and embrace all of Jack's desires, all of his secrets, all of his kinks and fantasies without judgment or rejection."

She could feel the weight of Conny's expectations, the way she demanded that Rebecca embrace the right path, the way she pushed her to accept and understand Jack's actions, no matter how twisted or depraved they seemed.

"But how can I do that?" she asked, her voice rising with desperation. "How can I accept and embrace something that goes against everything I believe in, everything I've been taught, everything I've always known to be wrong? How can I love someone who does such horrible, disgusting things, who takes advantage of vulnerable women, who destroys lives for his own twisted pleasure?"

She could feel the tears streaming down her face, the way her heart ached with the weight of her confusion, her frustration, her despair. She knew she had made a promise, a vow, but she couldn't bear the thought of betraying herself, of sacrificing her own values and beliefs for the sake of someone else's twisted desires.

"I...I need time," she whispered,

Rebecca had listened intently as Jack described his twisted methods, her mind reeling with the graphic details. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, the way her stomach churned with revulsion and disgust. But she had made a vow, a promise, and she was determined to keep it, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much it sickened her.

"I...I think I understand," she said, her voice trembling. "You can tell by their eyes, by their body language, if they're willing, if they're open to your advances. And then you...you penetrate them, right there on the subway, in the middle of the crowded car, with everyone pressed up against you, against them."

She could feel the shiver that ran down her spine at the thought, the way her skin crawled with the sheer depravity of it all. She knew she should be horrified, should be appalled, should be sickened by his actions, by his confession. But she had made a promise, a vow, and she was determined to keep it, no matter what.

"And...and no one ever notices?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "No one ever sees what you're doing, what you're subjecting these women to?"

She could see the defiance in Jack's eyes, the way he held his ground, the way he clung to his twisted logic, his sick justification. She knew he was a liar, a manipulator, a predator, and she couldn't believe a word he said.

"I...I don't know what to say," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I don't know how to feel, how to process this, how to accept and embrace something so horrible, so twisted, so wrong."

*She could feel the tears streaming down her face, the way her heart shattered into a million pieces. She had loved him, had given herself to him, had promised to accept and embrace all of his desires, all of his secrets.

Rebecca's heart raced as she listened to Jack's words, trying to process the depths of his depravity. She could feel the anger and disgust rising inside her, the way her blood boiled at the thought of him taking advantage of vulnerable women, of young newlyweds, of ripping through their chastity and desires.

"You...you're saying it's consensual?" she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. "That they're willing participants in your sick games, in your twisted desires?"

She could feel the bile rising in her throat, the way her stomach churned with revulsion and disgust. She knew he was trying to justify his actions, trying to make himself feel better about what he had done, but she couldn't accept it, couldn't believe it.

"But how can you be sure?" she pressed, her voice rising with anger and frustration. "How can you know that they're truly willing, that they're not just giving in to their bodies, to their desires, to their lust? How can you know that they're not being manipulated, coerced, pressured into doing something they don't really want to do?"

She could see the defiance in Jack's eyes, the way he held his ground, the way he clung to his twisted logic, his sick justification. She knew he was a liar, a manipulator, a predator, and she couldn't believe a word he said.

"I...I can't do this," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I can't accept this, I can't embrace this, I can't love someone who does such horrible, disgusting things. I'm sorry, Jack, but I can't be with you anymore. I can't be with someone who violates women, who takes advantage of them, who destroys their lives for his own twisted pleasure."

She could feel the tears streaming down her face, the way her heart shattered into a million pieces. She had loved him, had given herself to him, had promised to accept and embrace all of his desires, all of his secrets, all of his kinks and fantasies. But she couldn't do it anymore, couldn't bear the weight of it.

Rebecca's heart raced as she listened to the final details of Jack's twisted tale, the way he described pumping his load inside these women, the way he never even considered the consequences, the way he left them to fend for themselves, to deal with the aftermath of his depraved actions.

"You...you just leave them?" she asked, her voice trembling with disgust. "You just pump your seed inside them and then walk away, never thinking about the consequences, never considering the fact that you could be ruining their lives, destroying their futures?"

She could feel the anger and revulsion rising inside her, the way her stomach churned with the sheer depravity of it all. She knew she should be horrified, should be appalled, should be sickened by his actions, by his confession. But she had made a promise, a vow, and she was determined to keep it, no matter what.

"And...and you're sorry that I'm offended?" she asked, her voice rising with incredulity. "You're sorry that I feel disgusted, that I feel sickened by your twisted desires, by your sick games, by your depraved actions?"

She could see the defiance in Jack's eyes, the way he held his ground, the way he clung to his twisted logic, his sick justification. She knew he was a liar, a manipulator, a predator, and she couldn't believe a word he said.

"I...I don't know what to say," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I don't know how to feel, how to process this, how to accept and embrace something so horrible, so twisted, so wrong."

She could feel the tears streaming down her face, the way her heart shattered into a million pieces. She had loved him, had given herself to him, had promised to accept and embrace all of his desires, all of his secrets, all of his kinks and fantasies. But she couldn't do it anymore, couldn't bear the weight of his depravity, his twisted desires, his sick games.

"I...I can't do this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't be with someone who does that!"