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Collected by Djian

Justine’s World - Ch. 1

Composed and co-authored by GR Steele©

Authors Note: The story you are about to read for the most part is true. It is about a real supermodel raised South Africa, Switzerland and Rome and now living near Paris, France. Her real name will not be revealed. However, the name she is known for by way of her own sexual experiences is “Justine,” the alter ego of our supermodel. Most of what you will read was written by her; about her life; her inner mind and psyche, and some has been written by GR Steele only to enhance her story. What ever you may think of our Justine, she is a real woman with real feelings and desires. Perhaps some of you will relate to her real life experiences and sexual desires while some of you will undoubtedly fantasize about them and her.

The Beginning
I have never thought about writing about my life, but someone has made me look back at my life, about the many lustful experiences I have made that have changed my life. If I could only have said NO! This story is about the things I let happen to me, who I really am beneath my snobbish exterior and expensive clothes.

I first should tell you about myself. Where should I start? Imagine if you could see me, you will see a spoiled but very respectable and stunning looking former supermodel, a diplomat who is very confident and is used to the finer things in life.

Now at 29, I still have the looks, the body and the face of a model, my hair is long and dark, my eyes are alluring and sparkling blue, my eyebrows are brown and I have full sensual lips.

I was not the type of supermodel you would think of: very tall and bony. When I walk into a room I turn heads. I have a gorgeous figure standing five-ten, busty 37C, 25” waist, 35” hips at 112 lbs. Sometimes it makes me feel uncomfortable when I feel how men watch me, their eyes on my breasts. I have been told I have nice long legs and beautiful eyes, but my breast are what men like most about me, they are large and firm and my nipples are dark and usually get hard when men watch me. But above all I am reserved, aristocratic and elegant.

I am very well educated, obtaining an MBA and am fond of hats, high heels and sexy outfits, especially black nylon stockings and g-string panties, often wearing nice designer clothes or tailored business suits.

I know I have an athletic body that attracts men like flies, especially when I wear chiffon. I am aware of their eyes on me as they gaze through the semi-transparent material I wear looking at my breasts. I love to go to charity balls and gala functions often an amusing mixture of sophisticated style and decadence, wearing a revealing evening gown with a low décolleté. I see their eyes feasting on me; how they strip me nude with their eyes. I feel naked when indignant men look at me like that, but to be honest it also turns me on how they stare at me, stare at my breasts wanting to have their hard cocks in my mouth. I am inside an exhibitionist; it's really exciting, feeling the lust between my legs, my nipples get hard and I feel myself get wet telling myself not to think about sex.

I am now married to a much older and rich man, but money was never an issue. When my husband is away, I like to wear sexy dresses from Azzedine Alaia which are extremely tight and sexy, and when I travel alone I prefer short skirts, silk tight shirts and nice elegant blazers with sexy black silk or lace underwear mostly from La Perla with black lace stocking from Fogal, spiked high heels and of course nice hats, making me look respectable and reserved just like the aristocratic snobby bitch I am.

Some, mostly rather common men who want to get in my panties, call me an arrogant bitch or even in their terminology, “a cock teaser,” but to me they are just working class guys who do not really interest me. I feel contempt for them, sometimes they are like unpleasant flies, always returning but they are so boring, having nothing to say, but in a way they are right, I am a first class tease.

My parents are rather conservative, aristocratic giving me a very strict upbringing. They have no idea, but deep inside, beneath my expensive clothes, I am not as decent and respectable as I seem. If they would had ever known, there would be a family court where all the senior members of my family would meet at the family castle and would discuss my misbehavior.  In my case I am sure they would come to the conclusion that my behavior had been deplorable and would never speak to me again and my family would disown me. But they are very proper and nice and have been very good to me and I would never want to hurt to them.

The truth is my nice and decent world is unraveling. I am fighting those wonderful, shameless sexual desires of passion and lust. Sometimes I think that my purpose is to dress like a slut in short skirts and tight tank tops without a bra, showing my nipples and have other men tell me what to do. Deep inside I have desires to become a shameless slut, a sex addict, a passion slave for men and women, opening my legs for everyone who wants me however they want and whom I am told to fuck. I have wild dreams, you may call them nightmares, but I dream of being a whore, being bound and fucking complete strangers, sucking their cocks, doing whatever I am told to do.

Since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a fashion model. I was extremely cute for my age yet looked much older. But my parents did not want any of this. Being a model was not done, and they were always very strict about everything, especially boys.

At school I was one of the most popular girls and was at the top of my class, which was of course expected of me. I always had a lot of trouble with the boys, especially with older boys, which sometimes annoyed me when they harassed me, the way they were always staring at me and made remarks, which disgusted me. I knew what kind of effect I had on them, but I also enjoyed teasing them, watching how they always where falling over themselves, like little boys. That might have something to do with my long dark hair, my face and I developed in the right places very early. So I guess that’s why I loved to be in the center of attention and still do. It gives me control over them.

But not all boys liked me, some could not stand me, they found me to be a stuck-up arrogant bitch, but if I was a bitch -- a sassy bitch to them, I was a very beautiful rich bitch and I knew it and was not afraid to show it. I always got what I wanted. Of course these were boys who were very common, even at our school we had a couple of such boys, I would not look at them but they would look at me, calling me names behind my back.

The boys I went out with were of course from my own social class, who would love if they got the chance to take me to the movies, and as soon as the lights went out it would not take long, all they wanted was to get there hands under my shirt. I would often wear t-shirts and they went into my cups and start fondling my breasts. Of course, I protested but basically I loved it when they started touching my tits or we ended up in the darkness of a parked car. My nipples are so sensitive and it's always so easy to get me aroused and make me do things they liked with my eyes closed feeling their hands exploring my body, but I never went all the way.

The one who got me started on my sexual adventures was my first boyfriend Claudio. I was 15 and he was 21. Claudio was a tennis pro at the country club. Since the first time I saw him, I was really exciting about him -- giving me butterflies when he looked at me. I immediately had a big crush on him. He was dark and extremely good looking, and I was young and innocent that summer and could be found most of the time at the tennis courts, but doing much more then playing tennis. I thought about him all the time, and at night I would touch myself, it made me feel so good, squeezing my breasts, rubbing my nipples and pleasuring myself to sleep like I always do when I am alone. I also started to masturbate in the morning, even in the shower.

One night during a party at the country club, while my parents were at the club, Claudio danced with me. I could see how my parents were looking at me when we danced, not liking very much what they saw. They told me I should behave and go home.

Not much later I left, knowing that Claudio would wait for me outside and he took me to his dressing room. He was so nice, pressing his mouth to my soft lips, his hands caressing my breasts, fondling me; exciting me. His tongue slid in my mouth, thrilling me, exploring me, kissing me softly, we kept squirming and thrashing. I kissed him back, sticking my tongue in his mouth; everything was so natural. His kiss was so exciting, not at all like those little boys who tried to kiss me. With Claudio I responded; my head was spinning.

He picked me up in his arms; I could feel how strong he was, still kissing me on the lips, passionately. It really turned me on. The idea that my very decent parents were within distance, able to walk in while he was opening my blouse, feeling my well-developed tits, pressing his hard body against mine. I really loved the way he touched me, his hands massaging my very young sex through my panties, fondling me. After a while of kissing and petting, he unsnapped my shorts, pulled them down, pulling up my shirt, slowly pulling it off me. His hands slipped between my legs, stroking lightly on my sweet young virgin patch, letting his finger slip inside me. I was on fire.

He pushed me against the table. It was the first time he made me a prisoner of my lust, unable to say no to his fingers slipping in and out of my very tight pussy. It was heaven. I opened my eyes when he pulled my panties completely off; I just let him. Within minutes I was naked. I was shaking with excitement and desire, loosing all sense of where I was and what I was doing. He took a step back and looked at me, stroking his penis. I could tell he really liked what he saw.

He was really very good to me. I didn't resist at all when he pushed me on the table -- he opened my legs and rubbed his cock against my pussy making me surrender to him, slowly driving his cock slowly into me. He held me down on the table; I couldn’t move while he pawed and grabbed my breasts, pinching my nipples, squeezing them hard, as he started to fuck me faster and faster. I heard him tell him to move my hips and I responded, then to thrust back, trying to bear the pain while my body was on fire, losing my virginity, making me shiver, feeling wonderful vibrations inside me. Afterwards he made me think I was the most wonderful girl in the world, pulling me close to him. I could feel him again getting hard, rubbing against me.

Later he wanted me to suck his penis. I was very hesitant at first -- wasn't sure what to do. He pushed me on my knees and I just did what he wanted. He began rubbing his dick over my face and over my lips. I closed my eyes and took it in my mouth. It tasted salty but was exiting. It was beautiful how it began to thicken. He told me what to do, to massage his balls. I tried to be good -- he grabbed my head tightly and forced himself deeper, rocking his hips in and out making me gag on his dick and then making me swallow him. That was so wild feeling his cum inside my mouth. And from then on every time I was near him I wanted to feel more and more of him.

When I got home, I crawled into bed. The next day he started to give me tennis lessons but now as a payment he made me suck his cock for every thirty minutes he taught me. First I hesitated, but I felt like fire, feeling myself getting exited with the thought of serving him. At first I could not; the idea to exchange sex for tennis lessons was terrible.

When he told me this I protested. I tried to resist, but not much later I agreed, hating myself for it, for I would come to his dressing room whenever he wanted his payment. Afterwards we would play together in the shower, shaking with lust and exhaustion.

Another time, he took me on a drive and he parked somewhere out of sight. He would tell me to reveal myself, to open my blouse showing him my lovely big breasts, making me lift my skirt and touch myself for him; it was if I had no choice. Opening my blouse, he made me pinch my nipples which made him hard and then making me ask him to suck his cock, making me jerk him off and swallow his cum. After a while, he made me ask him to fuck me.

But sitting on my knees in front of him, kissing and sucking him always made me excited. Then he started to talk dirty to me; sometimes he called me a bitch, commanding me to finger myself as I sucked him, doing what he told me, to rub my breasts and clit. After a while, he told me I sucked like a natural, that I was a very good little cocksucker.

It made me ashamed and turned me at the same time how he treated me, unable to say no; how he grabbed my breasts and made me ask him to suck his cock, it was not the first time he called me a bitch, but I didn’t care anymore. The truth is it excited me.

After the couple of weeks with him, different, older boys, who knew him, wanted to go out with me. I was horrified when I found out they knew, but I could not say no to them and started to do what they wanted. I loved sucking their cocks, especially if someone talked real dirty to me, that makes me wet. I like it sitting on my knees in front of them, looking at them while I give them head.

After the first weeks, my life changed becoming pretty sexual active, every chance Claudio and I got -- he was such a great teacher. He made me get hooked on sex. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have his penis inside of me. I was constantly thinking about him, being aroused, all day I was thinking about him, about his penis, the pleasure I felt, thinking about wanting to make love. I started to finger myself even more, sometimes in school during intermission or I asked my teacher to be excused. It felt so good, so hot, it was such a turn on fingering my pussy thinking about him.

But three months after my 16th birthday, he introduced me to his older brother Ken, just before he got back to the university. And this was the beginning of my downfall. Like Claudio, Ken had a bad influence on me and he was something else: tall, handsome, intense eyes, a beautiful sexy photographer. The first time I met him I could not keep my eyes off of him, standing in front of him he made me shiver when he looked at me, stripping me with his intense eyes, but I liked him.

He was much older, sure of himself and when he looked at me with those black eyes, especially when he looked at me breasts, he repelled and scared me, but he also made me hot. I felt very funny; I knew that I could not play any teasing games with him and he really excited me and confused me.

He told me smiling that I would be perfect to be a model. When I asked me if he could help me with my portfolio, I was surprised when he asked me how I would repay him for it. I told him I would ask my parents. I simply wanted to be a model and I knew he could help me a lot being a well-known photographer. But the first step I needed was a portfolio.

But when I told my parents they were not happy with the idea and strictly forbid me this, to never to see this man again or even to think of becoming a model, nice girls do not do this. But I really wanted to. I was sick and tired of them treating me like a child -- I could not do this, I could not do that, I was not supposed to go out with older boys.

I was supposed to go out with nice boys and come home on time. I decided I really wanted this and would do everything I needed to, even if it would complicate my life. I knew my parents would be furious if they would ever find out.
So I called Ken. I secretly met him after school, especially since my parents did not want this, even after I showed them the Polaroid pictures Ken had made, they clearly said “NO;” it was out of the question. 

But Ken had told me I was drop dead gorgeous, having all the makings of a supermodel and he agreed to make my portfolio. He laughed looking at me, telling me he would take the same payment his brother got. First, I didn’t understand when he licked his lips; I then knew and felt so terribly humiliated. But I felt my pussy getting wet, knowing full well what kind of payment he was expecting, it was embarrassing.

The Shaping of Justine
I started seeing him after school and agreed I would stay as his houseguest during the shoots. I did not know what to say. Since I started this, I did not dare refuse and complied with his wishes. So when my parents went away for two weeks, during that period, a girlfriend of mine would stay with me. I called Ken telling him that my parents would be away and that I could come on that same Friday morning.

That morning when my parents had left, I went to his studio. I was really nervous but also very excited and completely unprepared what was going to happen. He directed me to his studio and closed the door behind me. When I entered the studio, I immediately noticed it was nice, very professional with one wall covered with mirrors. I was looking at myself in the mirror and felt very uncomfortable. There were bright lights everywhere, all illuminating the only object in the room, a couch where he told me to sit.

In the beginning, we talked and he started to explain what he wanted and what kind of portfolio I should have to promote myself. He started to make some Polaroids and they were very nice and charming and I started to trust him. For some reason I felt comfortable with him, liking his humor. He told me I was very beautiful, my gorgeous face, telling me to smile and turn my face to the left and then to the right. I felt safe, relaxed – he told me he loved my eyes, how beautiful I was, that I should be a professional model, making me feel sexy and very good about myself. I was relaxed and started to enjoy it immensely, how he was taking my picture from every angle. In the next few hours we went through dozens of outfits, dresses and jeans, etc.

Then we got some lunch, had some glasses of wine and told me we would do some lingerie shots. I felt nervous but he told me I needed that if I was serious, that my body was made for that and we started again. He gave me some marijuana to loosen me up and reloaded his camera and took shot after shot, telling me to look sexy. It really turned me on. I felt great standing there in five inch heels, a silk blouse and shirt; he made me stretch my arms above my head, he was smiling at me, telling me to relax, taking shots of my breasts, telling me I have big beautiful tits, he made me open my blouse to show him my breasts. I protested but he cut me off, telling me not to be such a bitch. Now I was getting really nervous.
He told me that I was not as decent as I looked, that he knew I fucked his brother for the tennis lessons. Those men have names for girls like me.
He now wanted me to be a good girl, to see what I looked like. I was very embarrassed the way he spoke to me about his brother; I felt humiliated by him, but I knew I had to do what he wanted. He instructed me to undo my top; I waited but it did not take long and I opened my blouse for him, sliding it off. He started to talk to me, tell me how sexy I was, that my breasts were great, telling me to remove my black lace bra and show him my gorgeous tits.

I was getting more nervous, but I knew I simply had to agree, so I unsnapped my bra and slid it off, revealing myself to him. I loved it; it felt so sexy, so hot. Then he told me to move my hands over my breasts and my dark nipples hardened quickly, making them erect. Then he snapped his camera and I just did what he ordered me to do, standing completely helpless in front of him. I felt humiliated, walking, dancing and posing, it was like a sexual dance, making me slid my hand in front of my panties; I was almost naked in front of him.

Then he put his camera down, approached me, taking my fingers and making me touch my pussy under my panties. I was almost dizzy; he placed his hands on my butt, letting his hands wander over my stomach, fondling my breasts. I tried to take away his hands but his hands started to squeeze my breasts. I protested, telling him not to be so rough with me, but he laughed and squeezed my breasts harder, and started to pinch my nipples, telling me about our deal. I knew I had no chance, could not stop him and just let him as his hands were touching me and he placed his hand between my legs and began rubbing my pussy.

I tried to fight the sensations. When men start doing that it's hard to be a good girl. He laughed, grabbed one of my nipples and pinched it hard until I screamed, then he said "you like that, huh?" that I was just like most models, selling my hot body to get what I wanted.
He was telling me that all models are like whores, they prostitute their body, that modeling is like acting, to convey a look, a mood, showing their firm flesh, that we are nothing more then whores, that I will parade on my high heels almost nude floating on the catwalk, dancing like strippers, sexing it up, showing the fire between my legs, tempting men, making the men want me.

That like all models, I like to be dominated, that I am an exhibitionist. That on the runway, my big breasts will bounce, I will smile seductively, tease and taunt, show my legs, how I will be standing with my legs apart concealing my cunt with minuscule garments, shaking my tits, being provocative, concealing nothing. That I will be more naked with my clothes on, showing my large massive breasts, firm, pouting and perfect, how I will smile at the camera, thrusting my hips suggestively, how I will be making love to the camera.

I was in a daze listening to him, telling me that my respectability comes from the fact that I will not take off my g-string and show myself completely but below the surface what I am asking for is to serve. That I will be very cooperative to the wishes of producers, photographers, that I will take their direction, that I will do everything a photographer will tell me to do, especially in the first six months when I will start to model, that I will do everything to get a good book, pictures and assignments.

That modeling agencies and photographers are for models what pimps are for prostitutes. That I am just like a used car, a commodity to be bought and sold or at least rented. That models sell their body in magazines as the ultimate commodity bought and sold daily in the supermarket. That I will do whatever is necessary; use my sexuality every day with clients, producers and especially photographers.
My head was spinning hearing all of this. Then he pushed me on my knees, told me I knew what to do and he unzipped his fly and told me to suck his cock.

I touched his cock, closing my fist around it and started to pump him just like Claudio had educated me. I pumped him slowly and lowered my pretty, pouting mouth on his penis. I was licking him and I closed my lips around him and started to suck him off. He grabbed my head, and told me to look at him while I sucked him.

That was so humiliating, and for several minutes I heard the sound of myself sucking him. Then he came and made me swallow the first shot and grabbed my hair and pulled me back shooting the rest of his cum in my face and my hair. Then he forced me to look into the mirror, telling me to look at myself while he started to take more pictures of me.

Later, when I took a shower, he walked in. I tried to resist him but he pushed me to the wall and soaped up my body. I started to get aroused again and was on my knees in front of him. His cock was hard again; he moved it all across my face, teasing me with it and shoving it deep down my throat. He pumped his cock while my head was braced against the shower wall. I could barely move. It was like I was just a cock-sucking toy, feeling his dick fill my mouth until he came again.

When he was finished, he told me to get dressed, gave me a very short black leather skirt and a tank top, which was two sizes too small, without any underwear, telling me to wear nothing underneath except black garters and silk stocking. When I started to protest, saying that it looked trashy, he interrupted me and grabbed my left breast and pinched my nipple, "Do as you are told or you can leave,” he said. I just nodded yes.
I was completely helpless and dressed the way he wanted, very sexy. We drank some vodka and I smoked more marijuana, making me feel somewhat dizzy but very relaxed. Later at night he took me to dinner and then to a private party and introduced me to Paola one of his good friends.
Paulo was a producer and much older and stared blatantly at me, looking at me the way some uncivilized men do, in a way that makes me always very uncomfortable. I asked Ken softly if we could leave, but he refused telling me angrily to be real nice and to dance with his friend. I protested but he grabbed my arm and asked me how my parents and my friends at school would like the pictures he made. I did not know what to do. I had no choice and let him lead me as he told me, “I think you should give Paola what he wants.”

I danced with Paulo; his hands were all over me, rubbing on my bare ass, getting his hands up my skirt. I looked at Ken with pleading eyes but he just nodded to me. I was a good dancer but I didn’t want Paulo to see me move provocatively so I kept close to him, which was a mistake. I could feel his cock pressing against his trousers into me, and his hands started to make their way up to my tight top; my breasts hung out as an invitation to everyone. He pulled me closer to him and slid his hand underneath and cupped my breast and pinched my nipple while he rubbed his cock against me, smiling at me; as if I was enjoy it.

It was embarrassing the way he handled me; my nipples became hard and stuck out through the tight top I was wearing. Paulo then turned me around and began to grind his cock into my butt, sliding his hands up pulling my skirt higher. I kept pulling my skirt down afraid I would give everyone around a shot of my pussy. It was like he was trying to fuck me on the dance floor, constantly reaching up and feeling up my big tits, grinding me.
Finally, I got away from his pawing hands and body and moved off the floor. My heart was pounding. This was the first time I felt like a real exhibitionist. Ken grabbed my arm and walked me around a dark corner. I was really scared. Paulo was right behind him. They had me up against a wall and Ken moved me down to my knees and Paulo was standing in front of me. He pulled my head into his crotch; I could feel his cock against the skin of my face. I looked at him; he smiled down at me and nodded his head. I knew what he wanted and went along with it. I unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his trousers and pulled them down. I could see the tip of his cock sticking out above his underwear and he pulled me into him holding my hands against the wall. I just thought about the way I sucked off Ken and took his cock in my mouth. I heard him moan as my lips went down his hard cock taking him in deeper.

He kept my hands held against the wall and he used his other hand to pull my head back and forth; he kept moaning and telling me how good I was and to keep it up. Then I felt his hand release from the back of my head and moved down to my top and he got my top down over my tits. I was terrified but excited thinking that someone could walk by seeing my tits out and sucking off Paulo. My mouth was deep throating him, working it as best as I could as my big tits were in his hand. Some time later, I felt him quickly jerk his hips and soon felt his cum dumping down my mouth. He made me take every drop of it.

Later, Ken brought me back to his place. We watched a movie called “Pretty Baby” with Brooke Shields about a young prostitute, telling me I was like her. During the movie we drank some wine and suddenly the world was wonderful and I could do no wrong and he put his arms around me; his long finger began to work on my hot pussy making me feel really good. He put his head between my open legs and ran his long thick tongue across my cunt, twirling it and feeding it inside me. I was so turned on that I automatically started to suck his cock until he came and then we spent the next several few hours fucking in various positions; some of which I never knew about.

The next morning when I woke, he started to take more pictures of me. Then we started to drink Champagne and it really turned me on. Later, much later, as he was watching me sitting completely nude on the couch he told me he wanted to make me into a “Pretty Baby,” whore.
Nervously, I protested, telling him that if my parents would ever see such pictures, I really would be in serious trouble. Then he told me that I was already in trouble if he showed them the nude pictures he made of me, that it was just a role I was playing, reminding me of the nude pictures he already took in the bedroom, that as a model I must learn to do everything what photographers want of me.
“What do you want, to be a model or leave my studio and be the little girl who did everything her parents told her?” he said to me.
Of course I did not want to leave, especially not after what happened the night before. I told him I would do what he wanted of me and then he made me put on some clothes more fitting to his liking.

He laughed as I protested, telling me I sounded like a spoiled little girl, so I dressed as I was ordered.
As he was looking at me, he made me look in the mirror. I couldn’t believe I did this. He handed me a hard red lipstick, and standing very close behind me, he was telling me to do my nipples with the lipstick. I still remember looking in the mirror; it was awful, really disgusting. His hand touching my neck, touching my spine telling me I looked so hot, real hot, like a whore. Somehow that word WHORE has stuck with me ever since. Standing there behind me he made me drop my hands and show my full rounded tits to him.

Then as he instructed, I put on very sexy and very tight latex hot pants. They had a zipper in the crotch and a zipper behind and fit me like second skin. Then he made me put on a latex bra which fitted me perfectly pushing my breasts up and out. Then I put on a pair of long black leather boots and he handed me a black leather collar with a metal buckle and a leash.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I could hardly believe what I saw. I first felt really embarrassed, being held by the leash, but also it made me feel sexy and wonderful. If the boys at school could have seen me now standing on high heels, loud disco music was coming out of the loudspeakers, holding the leash. Ken snarled me to smile and started to snap the pictures; it was wild. He was talking real dirty to me, shouting, calling me dirty names, what a hot slut I was; what a whore I looked like; it was making me crazy, trying not to think how he humiliated me.

I was doing everything he commanded of me as he made a bunch of pictures. I danced to the beat of the loud music, wild and fast, moving my hips from side to side in front of him with my feet further apart and he started to take more pictures. Then he made me take off my bra, exposing my big tits, swaying sensuously heaving in front of him not caring anymore as I caressed my body -- he continued to take his pictures as I unzipped my hot pants and pulled them down.

He told me to close my eyes, as I obeyed, he made me caress my breasts, twisting and pulling my nipples. He did not waist his time and pushed me on the couch. I was on my back and he was coming close to me, very close taking more pictures of me. I looked in his face as he was standing in between my legs; I was lying on my back with him very close to me and I just let it happen. I felt his hand go between my legs, barely touching me, telling me to spread my legs as he pushed me further back into the couch.

I tried to stop, protesting. I heard him commenting about my body, my nipples, my breasts, my flat stomach, that he knows what I want as he slowly ran his hand down my belly, took my hand and made me spread my thighs for him, open my pink pussy lips for him, making me touch my clit, touching myself all over.

He made me an animal with his words; I couldn’t stop. He gave me no choice, telling me to be a nice whore. I felt ashamed, humiliated, degraded, but it really turned me on and I did as he ordered, hearing the camera clicking again several times.

I thought I would die from the sensation when he told me what my parents would say about the pictures he made, or the boys at the tennis club or at school. I couldn't think; I could feel or think of nothing else except my fingers touching myself. He really knew how to handle me; he was expanding my limits. Later I realized he had something I had never experienced; he was not at all like the boys I knew.

He was raw and rough, dominating me, talking real dirty. Nobody had ever told me the things he did, almost an animal the way he sometimes would grab me, grab my breasts, squeezing them roughly, twisting and pulling my nipples, pushing me against the wall and I just let him use me. The way we made love on the floor was wild, the way he kissed my pussy through my wet panties, making my pussy so hot, the way he flipped me over and spread my ass cheeks apart. How he got behind me and shoved his dick in my ass, giving me pleasure and pain, how he grabbed my hair and started riding me. The sex was intense, real passion. I was really getting crazy about him and he showed me what sex was all about; he fucked me the way he wanted. With him I fucked; there is no other word I can use and I loved how he treated me.

He started calling me a whore, “a fucking whore,” he’d say, that I was a whore to his brother, that I sold myself to his brother, a whore who is only good for one thing. He turned me on in such a way that I lost myself in my feelings and he made me hungry for passionate sex; making me ask to play with my sensitive breasts. I adored having my nipples stroked and pulled. He made me call him “Master.” I was his slut asking him to make me feel good, asking him to be fucked. This really turned me on.

He was talking constantly to me, telling me I was drop dead gorgeous, how he liked my gorgeous breasts, how wet my cunt was, what a slut I was, telling me I was born to be used, born to be fucked, making me listen to what he said, making me repeat what he said, over and over until I was ready to let myself go.

Sometimes we did it four or five times a day. We did it like rabbits; it was beautiful to have his cock inside of me, nothing mattered anymore; I was addicted to him like a drug. Every day I came back for the same treatment. He fucked me always hard, rough and long, making me groan, moan and scream. He would make me beg till I could not stand it anymore.

He was the first one who called me a real teasing bitch. I was only 16. He told me I might be educated and have rich parents but that I was made to be a high-class slut, even better than being a whore. I still hear him tell me this, now years later, which I am sure that is what he planned.
He told me that men only had to look at me and see what I was made of, asking for sex, that I was perfect for private men’s clubs and to make porno movies. And his friend Paulo was a porno producer, which what he wanted me to do.

He really had a bad influence on me. What was wrong with me? It was really troubling me. Sometimes I did not want to do it, but then he would look into my eyes, telling that I should tell him which I did not want to. I could not, but I had to admit to myself he turned me on, he was getting me hornier all the time; it was like he turned me into a sex maniac. I was fingering myself every night, thinking about being his sex slave, giving myself to him.

 The Pandora Box was opened; my alter ego was being unleashed. I obeyed him as he degraded me telling me I was purely a sexual creature, an animal with only one purpose: on my knees and on my back, to spread my legs and provide sexual pleasure to him and other men. Others have also told me that my true desire is to be a slut, always looking for excitement and sexual pleasure. Of course I am not, but he was not the last one who called me that.

Sometimes he demanded that before I went to school I go to his studio, make me watch very sexy movies, movies like “Emmanuelle,” “Wild Orchid,” “Pretty Baby,” “Madame Claude,” and “Histoire d' O.” He called me a Wild Orchid and made me read trashy books while I sit on my knees in front of him and open his fly; his penis was thick and long. I started by licking the head, then moved my tongue up and down his shaft, finally I would start licking his balls, later I closed my lips tight over his cock head sucking him long and hard and he made me swallow everything.
I started to dress the way he wanted in shorts and t-shirts. At school during class I would masturbate in the bathroom thinking of him. It was not unusual that I might masturbate; I did it often enough. After school he would wait for me in a coffee shop and under the table his hand would slip under my skirt. He could make me forget my name. He made me go to the bathroom and take off my panties and my bra and we would drive to the woods.

I could never refuse him; he had a great cock and I was always aroused when I looked at it, it was ecstasy every time he went inside of me, making me explode in orgasm. I would have done everything he demanded and I did. In the car he made me put my head on his lab, open his zipper with my teeth and made me lick and suck his nice stick. In the woods, he made me show off my body, making me take off my clothes, making me dance and demanded I touch my breasts and more.

Every Friday night when my parents were away I went to his studio to take pictures. He also had a big mirror and most of the time it did not take long till he made me strip very slowly while I stood looking at myself in the mirror.

This was something I became very good at, stripping and dancing, not only for him but for the other men that came into my life. Then I would be standing completely nude, wearing only black silk stockings and black suspenders in my five-inch heels with my legs wide apart. The music was loud and wild pounding through the studio. I was dancing for him. It was wild to move to the sound, there was soo much sexual tension, moving my body in front of him. It was so erotic to show him what I really wanted. My hips moved in and out and from side to side.

It was like a sexual dance, raising my arms in the air and showing him my big 37 C tits, willingly offering my treasures, increasing the erotic dance. He would be shouting to me, “Show me what you got; shake those big tits for me.” I pushed them up and squeezed them, showing him how I would play with myself. I was always wet and was learning fast. I would touch myself slowly, holding and lifting my breasts, rubbing my pussy very slowly and toying with my clit while I looked in the mirror until I would cum wildly. 

Afterwards, he made me ask him to suck his cock and finally I would beg him for it. I would get my reward when we would fuck on the floor; soon I had a raw spot on my back. I would climb on top on him. He filled me completely and began to bounce up and down, closing my eyes -- I fucked him wildly as fast as I could; he would squeeze and hit my tits roughly driving me wild.
He made me ask him to use me, to fuck me in my ass, pounding me from behind. He always made me feel absolutely powerless, his cock was fabulous, it was a wild passionate fuck pushing my young pussy into multiple organisms, an eruption of sweet sexual pain, making me scream.
Later, I heard from one of his friends that the mirror I would stand naked in his studio was a see-through mirror with Paola running the video camera and letting older men watch my performance. It’s still unnerves me that different men I do not know have seen me like this; it is to me a real violation on me as anything else they might have done to me. Not a nice thing to do to an innocent 16 year old girl, who was very easy to manipulate.

Another time, Ken made me dress up like a total slut and have me go out with two of his older friends who I met at the party he took me to.
Of course I protested, that I did not want to and I tried to resist, but all the same I did what he told me. I let them take me to the movies and let them fondle me, or in the backseat of their car sucking their cocks or at a party. When they started to touch my breasts, I tried to get away from their hands, but once they started and became aggressive I let them do whatever they wanted. I was unable to control myself or could not convince them that I did not want to jack them off or suck their cocks or let them fuck me. Things were getting way out of hand.
At school my results were going down. I started having difficulty concentrating and of course I didn’t want my parents to know where I went in the afternoon or on the weekends. I had always been an A student and I was already developing a reputation as being arrogant and also very stuck up. But I was saved when I got caught, nothing is forever and the fun was over. One morning my mother found some nude pictures Ken had made of me and all hell broke loose.

Because I had done this, a girl of my background and from my class, my parents went crazy -- decent girls from well to do families do not behave like this. Three weeks later they sent me to a boarding school in Switzerland for girls only. It was very secluded and within the first few days I was heartbroken without Ken. And there a whole new education began.

A New Lesson
But I was lucky. I had a roommate, Mai Lee. She was very nice with a very sweet face, very beautiful with a great athletic body with very nice breasts. She was 17 and very experienced. She came from Hong-Kong and she educated me in what it was to be tender.
She really knew the score, had a very pleasing but strong personality and a warm smile. During the first few days, once or twice we had brushed up against each other, and I could feel my nipples harden, making me feel strange. After two weeks I was still feeling miserable and empty, missing Ken, but that changed one evening.

I just had taken a shower, only wearing a thin robe when Mai-Lee came in. I could see her smiling and felt her eyes burning into me. Later we sat at my bed side by side; the conversation turned to guys and I started to tell her about Ken, how he turned me on, about my sexual escapades with him, in the studio, how we made love every day, how we did it, that I missed him. She touched my hand and took the initiative.
She was standing behind me, as I felt two hands touching me, opening my robe, touching my breasts, she squeezed my breasts, her fingers pinching my nipples, glaring in my eyes. She bit my earlobe cruelly, as I tried to pull away, she pressed her lips on mine, bit my lips, pushing her tongue through my lips, running over my teeth and sliding it to the back of my throat, tasting her all over, but I could not resist, I started to enjoy her touch.
Men have no idea how I enjoy the tender touch of another female. Most of the time I find men are only interested in satisfying their own sexual needs and not those of their partner. Soon she was all over me, kissing me deeply and rubbing her tender, firm body up against mine. She pressed me onto my back, covered my body with kisses and took her time and made me realize what two beautiful females could accomplish for each other.
It was beautiful; she started to suck on my nipples. I have big tits and as she licked and kept squeezing them, my excitement mounted and she had not even touch my wet cunt yet.

Soon she started to taste me; I was unable to contain my excitement. When she finally started to tongue me, I was ready to jump through the ceiling. I was thrashing on the bed. She held me, was pulling on my clit, squeezing my clit, started to talk dirty to me; I could not believe what I heard, soon I was following her instructions, telling her everything what she wanted to hear. She was a fantastic teacher.

I would spread my legs for her, just like I did for Ken, but it was not the same. She would move her legs in the right position allowing her pussy to rub up against mine. She held my hands and ground her hips into me making me moan with excitement as I could feel my hot pussy against hers.
After that night I did not feel sad anymore, I felt safe with her. I loved getting fucked and fucking her, lasting for hours. We started experimenting with bondage. I have seen pictures of bondage before, but never have I been tied up not even by Ken.

One night while I was lying on the bed Mai-Lee told me to relax and not be afraid. She slid off my robe and took the tie of my robe and tied my wrists, bringing my arms above my head and tied it off to the headboard. I wasn’t afraid but very nervous. She started to caress my body running her hands over me, telling me what a beautiful body I have and softly caressed my pussy. I immediately opened my legs for her. She smiled at me and had a dildo in her hand. It was more of a cylinder or tube not like a cock; it was silver and long. She ran it over my mouth and I started sucking on it. Soon she moved the tube over my tits, gently taping the tip of it on my nipples, sliding it around my breasts. My nipples were so hard. Then I felt the tube slide down my stomach and across my young cunt. Mai-Lee softly opened my legs further and slid the tube so gently over my clit and between my lips. I was getting so turned on they way she handled me. Then the tube was inside me; she moved it slowly and softly, not rough or hard; she was so good at what she was doing.

My pussy was on fire, the way she rolled the tube around in me and slid it back and forth, then licking my clit. She told me to fuck it while she held it in me. I started moving my hips up and down. It was a wild feeling making myself fuck this hard tube. I started moving my hips faster as Mai-Lee was sucking and biting my clit and squeezing my tits. I was moaning and pumping my hips, and then she slid the tube deeper and faster into me until I came so hard. I couldn’t stop moving my hips around. Then I felt the tip of the tube rub against my butt hole. She looked at me with her sweet face and put the long silver tube in my ass. I was her slave for her to do what ever she wanted. I enjoyed being bound and dominated by her. She then slid up on me getting my legs all the way open and ground her pussy into mine while fucking my ass. I completely lost it. I was going nuts, cuming over and over until I practically passed out.

Men have no idea how good that is; they think without them we are lost, but they have no idea how wrong they are.
Following that night, every night after the lights where out she came to me and started to kiss, touch and lick me; it was heaven. This is the way it started, started to do what she wanted. I experienced feelings I did not know could exist. She transformed me and she would make me feel helpless teasing me, licking and kissing me. So you can imagine we spent a lot of time together.
The holidays I spent at my home and during the first summer Mai-Lee stayed with us. My parents would often be so busy; capturing my essence during that summer we had all the freedom we needed.

During my vacations I tried to get permission from my parents to work as a model. We had big fights about it but like my daddy said, ladies from well to do families do not take their clothes off in front of the camera and that was the end of it for them, but not for me, I wanted nothing else. But then I got lucky.

During the Christmas break, we had lots of guests at our house and I spoke to my dad’s half brother Jerome. Uncle Jerome is completely different from my dad; he is basically the black sheep in the family but very, very rich. He is a tall, elegant and always dressed very smart with intense eyes, which would make me shiver.

I always loved to talk to him and I told him about my interest to become a model and that I needed to have my freedom what my Dad would never really give me. He told me that he would talk to my Dad. Jerome lives outside of Paris on a magnificent castle and has a house in Paris, married to Monique a French model. She was I think at the time in her late twenties and Jerome was much older. Jerome I have always liked -- tanned, funny, intelligent and very athletic.

When he looks at me with his dark eyes I always got chilly -- older men do this to me. Sometimes when he looked at my breasts, with his smiling eyes, my nipples started to tingle. I got so wet thinking about him, wondering what it would be like with him.
Later my Dad told me he was willing to let me study if I was ready to live with Jerome and be ready to follow his instructions. Of course, I accepted and Jerome told me he would be responsible for me, so if I would behave myself, Monique would introduce me to some of the modeling agencies. This would be our secret. My Uncle is such a scoundrel and he loves women.
Monique took me aside and while she touched my neck, she told me she would be looking forward to my visit very much and that we would become very, very good friends, which made me feel very funny, but she was right, we became the best of friends. The next summer I went and stayed with Jerome and Monique at the estate.

It is a beautiful place, very deserted and it provided for a peaceful and relaxing summer vacation before going off for study. I was still 17 at the time, just before my 18th birthday. I had been there three weeks and would go to the village everyday to buy bread, drink coffee and soon I got to know different people. In the afternoon I would always ride one of the horses, which I love to do.
One time a friend told me that I love everything what I get between my legs. You have no idea how mad I was, such a rude remark, but now I think to be honest he was right. Sometimes I would ride bareback with just a short skirt, no panties and just a tight t-shirt and nothing else.

A Horrible Act
One afternoon I was coming home late from riding my horse and when I came in the stable the lights were out except for in the back. After I had unsaddled my horse I put him away and I heard a noise and thinking it was my Uncle I went to the back.
Then all of a sudden, before I realized what happened, a madman pulled my arms behind my back and grabbed me from behind. I panicked and tried desperately to resist; he threatened me. I was sweating, struggling, tried to kick him but I could not break free and he dragged me to the back of the stable

There two other guys came into the light. These were big men and very dirty wearing ski masks. I heard them laugh while they looked at me. One of them held a big stiletto knife waving it in the air, pointing it directly to my face, telling me to do exactly as I was told, to behave, to do well or I would get hurt. I could not take my eyes of the knife and I started to panic, and the reality sank in when they started to slowly touch my cheek with the knife going past my throat telling me to shut up and do as I was told.

You have no idea how afraid I was as I was just standing there. The old guy with the knife scared me, appalled me, with his angry eyes telling me they had seen me in the village, showing off my tits real good and shaking my ass at everybody, how they liked naughty little girls like me. He began to stroke my hair -- I was terrified, speechless -- it made me think back about Ken and his friends.
I tried to object, screamed and tried to kick. I tried to move but they held me, then he slapped me hard across my mouth. It really hurt and I tasted blood. I have never been hit by anyone in my life. I felt sick and I knew where this was going.
These were really horrible men and I felt so alone -- they were much too powerful. I felt disgusted and did not want to think what was going to happen to me. I have often wondered how I might react to such an experience; I knew what they wanted. I had always assumed I would put up a fight. And now, in reality, I was becoming aroused. 

They knew I would ride everyday and that my Uncle was in Paris. I was just a rich arrogant bitch who should know better. Then the guy who was standing in the back grabbed my hair and pulled me back while the other guy grabbed the front from my blouse, ran his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples through my blouse, pressing hard. He reached down and lifted up my skirt, feeling his hand move up my thighs. Before I knew what was happening he started to open my silk blouse. I struggled, begged him to stop. I looked in his grinning eyes but this was a hard and dirty man with no compassion, just a rough worker, only lust and wickedness, very wicked.

I stared at him as he started to cut the bottom of my blouse, popping one button after another. Without a word he pulled it open, grinning, looking at my black lace bra, looking at my big heavy breasts filling out my cups and he squeezed them real hard and laughed. He then ripped my blouse off; he looked at me as if appraising a piece of meat, looking me up and down -- a 17 year old girl with a body of a woman.
The other guy went with the knife slowly over my lips, my neck and over my breasts and then he cut the straps of black silk bra and then the back. I still remember how he looked at my breasts when they fell out of my bra, telling me I got real nice tits. I saw his hand move in my direction instinctively I started to move to avoid him, again tried to object, begged and cried. I struggled and did not want to give myself to such a repulsive man. I felt my nipples tingling and my pussy getting wet. How could I do what they wanted, to open my legs for men I despised.
But I was helpless. I stood frozen and made almost no attempt to resist; I accepted my fait as he found the zipper of my skirt and opened it on both sides and pulled my skirt off. I was naked in front of them and could see how they looked at me, eyeing my young trimmed pussy and I begged them to stop, begged them not to hurt me, but they laughed and I knew what was going to happen.

Then he reached between my legs; I tried to squeeze them together, begging with them, what could I do. He was a savage, a cold monster, brutal, his hand slid between my legs and started to rub up and down across my pussy. Then he reached out with both hands and grabbed my breasts and started to squeeze then real hard, making comments that they were large for a young girl and needed to be played with. He was fondling them, rubbing them up and down and pinching my nipples so hard that the pain was too much, making me scream out.
I heard them laugh. He started kissing my breasts roughly and sucking on my nipples; I felt overwhelmed as they explored my entire body; they sucked on my neck and licked my ears, down my back and stomach and grabbing my ass. Dazed and unable to think, I was ready to do what they wanted knowing I had no choice, knowing it was only sex. As in a dream, I was just standing there while they looked at my body making all kind of remarks about my big tits and about my firm round butt and pussy.

The guy behind me pulled my arms behind my back and grabbed my tits as they were now sticking way out, exploring them roughly, tormenting me. I could not escape them as their rough hands made me tingle; my nipples grew so hard. I cried, begged and looked at the guy who stood in front of me, his dark angry eyes, but I still can feel the others squeezing my tits.

Then the other two pulled my arms roughly out, made me stand on my toes and before I knew what was happening, knowing they did not care, the one in front of me moved his hand quickly up between my legs again until he touched me. I could feel how the others held my arms, preventing from escaping his attentions as I twisted and turned. I was really scared, begged them saying “No.” I tried to move my hips away but they held me with their big hands and told me to hold still and to “spread your legs.” They continuing to rub by body and forced me to spread my legs farther apart.
Then his fingers slipped between the outer lips of my sex and my head spun. I was biting my lip as I felt his fingers go deep inside my wet pussy. He slid his fingers in my slit obscenely in and out and started to laugh and slapped me saying, "open your eyes, open your eyes," making remarks I could not understand, most likely because I was wet. He told me I really liked it, that my pussy was already soaking wet. He was right, there is nothing so exciting for a women then fear, especially for me. He forced my legs open wider and went inside and started to slowly finger fuck me in and out; you have to believe me but I tried to stop him. I was trembling, resisting in any way I could but I could not resist, feeling the excitement like never before in my life, knowing they would have me, one way or another, like a common slut.

I started to get very aroused, still ashamed I closed my eyes and I started to enjoy it. I liked what they did to me; I submitted and moved my hips and wanted nothing else then to cum. I was so ashamed the way it aroused me not being able to control myself. It exited me, the wetness between my legs, my mind telling me that it was sluttish, it was wrong, this disgraceful and shameful behavior, what kind of girl enjoys it like this, being used against her will. I remembered how Ken had called me a whore, a slut. There was nothing I could do, I wanted it and it felt so good. I felt like a slut but did not care anymore. He made me tremble when he rolled my nipples, twisting them, making me want to reach my climax at the hands of these big men.

But just before I came, he stopped and told me I was a real cock tease and I had to first suck their cocks. I was ready at that moment to do anything, not wanting to anger these men, I got down on my knees on the dirty floor; they were standing around me and grabbed my hair. I hated these men, hated their rough hands, but I obeyed them. All three of them had their cocks out and they held me and I started to concentrate on sucking their cocks. One by one, I sucked them, forcing my head in any direction they wanted, getting my mouth deep on their cocks; really getting into it. They grinned down at me, watching me suck them while making their vulgar remarks of what a great cocksucker I was. This was the first time I ever sucked three cocks at the same time. I could hear these dirty men moan out as I pumped my mouth down on their swollen dicks. And then they made me swallow their juices; I could not resists their steady pumping, having cum all over my face; they made rude remarks when I cleaned them off.

Then they pushed me down hard. I beg them not to be so rough; they laughed, telling me they like to be rough. My arms were held and one of them was now between my thighs; I twisted and struggled as he pushed my sexy legs way out and I tried to escape as I felt his huge cock against my outer lips, forcing his massive penis into my wet pussy. I screamed as he started to rape me -- I usually love it, but he was savage, brutal, too big for me, hurting me. He didn’t care that he is hurting me. He was ruthless and I am sure he liked the fact that I was helpless as he violated me. I cannot escape him and submitted to him. I was defeated and tried to relax and couldn't stop myself. I started to respond, participating, enjoying it, breathing hard, the way his big cock moved deep in my tight throbbing cunt. I wanted to be filled completely by these animals, moving and twisting my hips, I couldn't resist them as they ravished me, they defiled me as I lay there in the dirt with my legs wide apart allowing them to do whatever they wanted.

When the first one had his fill of me, the next one took over, raising my legs and thrusting his cock all the way into me. I saw the way he looked at me, trying not to seem like I was enjoying it but I think he knew. The next filthy guy waited his turn patiently watching my body pump up and down on the hard floor with my legs spread up and out and my big breasts bouncing around. Soon, the third rapist was in between my legs laughing and smirking at me, grabbing my tits so hard and pulling my nipples up. I could not believe how hard my nipples were, straining up in the air; he moved his mouth on them and bit them and licked them until I could not stand it. His cock was now inside me, filling me up; he was a beast pounding his big body down on me; over and over pumping and grinding down with his hard dick deep inside me making me cum.

But they were not finished with me. Roughly they brought me up and turned me over on my hands and knees making more rude comments at me, about my ass, how tight it looked and what they were going to do with it, how they were going to get more than one cock in me. I was completely horrified. One of them got under me and forced his cock in deep making me sit on it; my head was grabbed and I was now sucking one of their cocks. I then felt the other get behind me holding my arms behind my back I became very scared yet excited of how it would feel with two cocks inside me.
And then something happened. They were startled. There was a noise and I heard the car of my Uncle. They left me debased on the floor and I saw my Uncle. I very embarrassed, lying on the floor naked. I tried to cover myself; I cupped my breasts, trying to hide my hard nipples. He said nothing, came to me and held me in his arms, but I also felt his hand on my ass and could feel how he touched my breasts and I started to cry. Then he picked up my skirt and slowly gave it to me, while I put it on he picked up my panties and my torn bra and looked at me and slowly took off his jacket and pulled it over my shoulders and we went inside.

My Transformation Into Justine
I saw how my Uncle’s dark eyes looked at me, at my face, with the dried cum of the men on me especially on my breasts and he smiled when he handed me my sliced up bra. You have no idea what I felt, my pussy was throbbing and soaking wet. Inside the house he told me I should get dressed.

But first he pulled me into his study and made me sit on the leather couch, giving me a glass of Cognac and looked at me. Then he told me that this was a problem, he was going to call my parents and the police. I realized I would be finished; all my dreams from becoming a model would be lost. I protested and begged that the family name would be disgraced and my parents would take me back home. I begged him that I would do everything he wanted.

I still I remember him looking at me while I was sitting on the sofa, only dressed in his gray blazer and my skirt, smiling, from my legs to my breasts. But he said he was sorry there was nothing he could do about it. Again I begged him and told him I would do everything. There was so much tension in the room when he said, “EVERYTHING,” raising his eyebrow. When he gazed at me with his intense eyes and asked with those sparkling black eyes, “you will do EVERYTHING” and I said, “YES,” knowing what he meant. I thought about the words of Ken.
Then he grinned and came to the couch and sat next to me and made me tell him what happened in the stable. First I protested but I told him everything what happened, how they touched me. He made me tell him how I felt with those men, asking me did it arouse me, did I like it when they touched me and fingered me and how they fucked me.

I was crying but I told him everything, how I felt, that I wanted to be fucked by them, that I did not want them to stop. He laid his hand on my knee, pushing his hand between my knees and I did not resist, knowing what he wanted.
He started to insult me, telling me that the way I was dressed in a short mini skirt and a tight t-shirt, not even wearing a bra, showing off my hot body with my bouncing tits, it was no wonder those men waited for me, that I was asking for it the way I walked into town with my elegant legs bare, a tight t-shirt cut off below my breasts, no bra, short-shorts, showing off my ass, the way I was looking at men. I begged him to stop but he would not, telling me I wanted this and reminded me of the consequences.

Then my Uncle leaned forward and moved his hand slowly. I knew it was wrong -- I tried to stop him, but he drew me close to him and placed his hand on my thigh, telling me I know what I want, moving his hand slowly and I responded when he kissed me, pressing his hands on my breasts, making me expose myself to him. He pushed my thighs apart and began to stroke my pussy. I just let him.
He then moved himself down between my legs. I saw his wild look -- his brother’s daughter’s legs open for him. I could not concentrate when he began to move his tongue up and down on my pussy lips. I felt I was wet, those sensation again and my clit was on fire. I started to thrust my hips towards to him and he started to use his fingers. My sexual hunger to be satisfied took over once again as my legs were obscenely spread wide apart, not caring anymore. I heard him call me a slut, telling me that we both knew I liked it as his fingers rolled inside my overheated cunt. He then removed his pants and boxer shorts and open my legs further, exposing me. He had a big tool; it was so stiff and he rubbed it across me getting his cock all wet from me and then started fucking my pussy with wild thrusts, ignoring me.
As I looked at him take my cunt, all I saw were the faces of my rapists ravishing me. I was in a daze, a world of lust and desire and fantasy, being fulfilled in my pussy. With thrust after thrust of my Uncle’s cock, I delved deeper and deeper in my world of seeded desires, controlling me, taking me further down.

Afterwards, he pushed me in front of a mirror in the room, whispering in my ear, “look at you,” he said while he held my breasts, squeezing my nipples, making me look in the mirror, telling me, “look at you.”
Later, in my room, I slipped out of the little clothes I had on, and I watched myself in the mirror and stepped into the shower and washed my body with nice soft soap, covering my body, soaping between my legs. But I could not help it; I started to think about what happened in the stable, the sexual humiliation and in the library aroused again. It felt so good as I pleasured myself, inserting my finger and rubbing my clit, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. I closed my eyes and twisted my nipples hard -- I saw the men in front of me -- I felt their hard hands on my breasts, how they squeezed them. I saw myself on my knees between them, their cocks in my face, hearing their rough voices, on my back with legs spread wide open taking in their big cocks.

I could not stop myself. I needed the satisfaction, loving the intense feeling of fear and started to touch myself all over, moving my hand downward again between my legs, touching my tingling clitoris, squeezing it, making me feel so good: my hips moving; unable to stop; rubbing my clit faster and faster as I violently came. It was the pleasure I needed -- the slow masturbation while thinking of those men, like I often do, I still see them in front of me, touching my breasts, feeling my wet pussy, fucking me. Later just before going down for dinner, I could not resist; I lay at my bed staring at the ceiling and masturbated again.
Afterwards I put on the clothes I had chosen: a sexy black g-string a thin cut bra, silk black see-through stockings, a short mini skirt and a silk blouse. I put on some light make-up and combed my hair.

Justine’s World Awakens
That night after dinner we had been drinking Champagne; I always get very happy from Champagne and we were sitting in front of the fire. The servants were dismissed and my Uncle poured a second or a third glass of Cognac and he made me tell him how I lost my virginity with the tennis pro, with all the embarrassing details. He made me talk about my sex life, the different boys I had been with, the boys I sucked off, everything about Claudio, Paulo and Ken and his friends and Mai-Lee.

Now I realize he was violating my mind. I felt completely helpless and he really enjoyed hearing this, making me to tell him all my dark secrets. He was playing with my mind, my desires, about my dark fantasies -- he was fucking with my mind.
He looked at me with his intense eyes and laid his hand on my knee, pushing his hand between my knees and once again I did not protest.
He started to humiliate me, abusing me verbally, how I was sitting there with my legs apart, commenting on my short skirt, that men could see my black thong, if I did know that black was the color for a whore, that I was a cockteaser, showing off my body and making my tits easily available to anyone, asking for sex.

I shook my eyes in silence, with tears in my eyes. Then he told me to stand up and made me walk to the middle of the room. As I was standing there in my high heels with my legs apart he made him tell him about Ken.
I told him how I danced and stripped in front of the mirror; raising my arms in the air showing Ken my tits, offering myself to him, my hips moving in and out and from side to side, watching myself in the mirror. How Ken made me play with myself, sometimes giving me ice cubes, making me touch my nipples. How he made me touch myself slowly, holding and lifting my breasts, and pinching my nipples, rubbing my pussy very slowly and toying with my clit, looking in the mirror, until I would cum for Ken. 

I saw my Uncle smile and then he told me to open my blouse and take it off. I had no alternative; I just did what he told me, as he watched me I opened my blouse for him dropping it to the floor. As I was standing there he told me to take off my bra and I reached behind my back and unclasped it slipping it off, revealing my big firm breasts for him. He was watching me, watching my nipples become hard and erect. He smiled telling me, “You like this, being dominating, being humiliated, being punished, don't you?”
“You like this, admit it, you are submissive -- you like to be ordered, being told what to do!” I looked at him and thought of Claudio and Ken who called me a whore and pulled down my thong dropping it down to my ankles and I told him, “Yes, I like it to be ordered.” Then he told me, “Take off the rest and slowly.” I pleaded with him that I could not do it, but it was no use.

He watched me as I unzipped my skirt, dropping it to the floor, looked at my bouncing tits, telling me to turn around. I tried to cover myself, but he told me not to stop, "sluts like you have no shame, showing off your body to men makes you hot, deep inside you need this, you like it don't you?”
Then he commanded me to start playing with my tits and to finger myself. As he was watching me drinking his Cognac I started to massage my breasts, just doing the same things I did for Ken in front of the mirror, rolling my nipples and squeezing them, touching my stomach and started to touch my pussy lips, pushing two fingers in, playing with my clit like a bitch in heat until he stopped me.

Not much later I was standing in front of him and he put his hand between my legs; it was so humiliating when he told me, “spread your legs, slut.” I knew what would happen; I was already soaking wet with anticipation, my nipples were tingling. What could I do? I just opened my legs and let him reached for my pussy. He made me feel so cheap telling me that after hearing all the things what Ken made me do: how he made me go out with his friends, how I sucked their cocks and how hot I felt when Ken called me a whore, how I liked it when men talked dirty to me -- what really exited me was to be called a whore!

He knew it the way I looked at him that I was a slut, just like my Mother was before she got married. I protested; I could not believe what I heard, my very decent, strict and aristocratic mother.

Then he took my hand and he kissed me, telling me that sex is something to be experienced to the fullest, not to be rejected, that Ken was right I was made to fuck.
I did not resist. I was past caring. I felt weak; I felt hot; I felt his hands move and I spread my thighs for him letting him explore my pussy. I felt excitement. I felt lust; I responded by furiously French kissing him. Then he ordered me in front of the open fire and made me finger fuck myself while he watched, then he stopped me and forced me to beg for it, that I wanted him inside me, asking him to fuck him.
I lay there with my slim legs spread open wide and watched him as he knelt down between them staring at my hot cunt. His cock was big and heavy and he slowly pushed it inside of me, inside my soaking wet pussy. I began to move my hips, screaming when he filled me, responding to the absolute sensations, almost cuming when he filled me. He was a fantastic lover, the best ever.

It was animalistic passion and lust in its best form, how he kissed me, licked and squeezed my breasts, how he was pinching, sucking and biting my nipples, it was pure joy. I was completely helpless. He was fucking me hard and had fantastic staying power. It was beautiful the way his cock moved inside of me. He made me cum three times before he came and he started again. He was very skilful, playing my body like a violin, a beautiful violin -- he made me scream from pure pleasure. I wanted every inch of his cock. I was wicked in the way I offered my ass to him, telling him to fuck me in the ass. Later he took me to his room and fucked me again; that was fantastic.
In the morning he brought me breakfast and we started to drink Champagne. Then he poured Champagne over my body, licked it off and we fucked again. Later, when I thought about it I was ashamed how he had called me his little slut. I still wanted him to, no I begged him, calling him “Master,” telling him I wanted to be his slut, that I want to be his whore, to tell me what to do, telling him I would do anything, anything at all. I realized this is what passion and lust was all about.

Two days later Monique came back from Paris and Uncle Jerome told me not to worry that we would have a pleasant evening. How pleasant I had no idea. After dinner what was very civilized we went to the library and Jerome had made love to me. Afterwards, when I was sitting on the couch, Monique came and sat next to me.

She is a very striking woman, very sensual lips, blonde hair, elegant with big firm breasts, just liked Helena Christensen, the supermodel. I guess that’s why I am interested in Helena. While she watched me silently, Jerome started to talk about what happened in the stable and, while she was sitting next to me, she stroked my neck. I was shocked and ashamed when her lips moved to my neck and face, starting to kiss my sensitive ear. I looked helplessly at Jerome but he was watching me and smiled.
Then Jerome made me tell about Mai-Lee and again it did excite me. Monique put her hand on my knee and told me she was sure, that we all would be fantastic friends. It aroused me when she asked me if I enjoyed sex more with men or women. I hesitated but then told her I like sex with both, that I just like sex, just like I told Jerome.

I really did not know what to do; this was clearly getting out of hand. I was taken aback, but then she looked at me with those big blue eyes and the attraction was irresistible. I was incapable of pulling away.
Jerome was standing behind me and took a black velvet blindfold and put it on me. Of course I protested -- I always do – but I couldn't stop it, neither did I want to stop as my hot body was controlled by other forces, thoughts raced through my head when he kissed my ears and my neck.
She opened my blouse and I could feel her hair and her tongue on my breasts. Then I felt his hands on my breasts and my nipples got real stiff. My entire body became rigid. Before I knew it, I had spread my legs wider and she was sitting in front of me; she was very gentle, but firm. She spread my pussy lips and started to tease me. I felt my lips part and her fingers slide into me. I couldn't believe how hot this was making me and I just let her take off all my clothes and she started to touch my clit with her tongue. Not much later they made me walk completely nude in only my high heels to the staircase up to their bedroom and soon I was on my back he tied my hands to the bedposts -- I felt like such a slut

You have no idea how hot this made me, to know that they could do with me what they wanted. First they explored my body with a feather and then rubbed oil on my skin. They started to play my body like I have never experienced before not even with Mai-Lee, it was pure lust. They played with my breasts and nipples. Jerome kissed me hard and was pinching me; soon Monique was down between my legs on my spread open pussy and tasted me and I went wild. Every time I was near cuming she stopped. It seemed like hours. After some time I could hear Jerome and all of a sudden I felt how he was sucking my breasts, then he grabbed my breasts with a cloth, which was boiling hot, and I screamed, but I could not move -- it really hurt.

After a while I felt some ice cube being placed on my nipples and he started to play with me as Monique was licking my swollen pussy and clitoris. Then he started to touch my nipples and my cunt lips with cocaine and I hit the roof. My nipples started to tingle and I felt as if my breasts would burst -- it was wild. I felt like climbing the walls. I was lost, beyond caring, on a one way street, going faster and fasting, twisting and turning -- I started to moan, groaning, screaming and begging Monique to let me cum but she still refused.
She was all over me and made me taste her. She slid herself up on me; I could feel her big tits in my face, pressing her nipples on my lips making me suck them. I kissed her stomach as she moved higher up on me until I could smell her. Her pussy was right in my face and I could feel her movements making me stick out my tongue and taste her, pressing her cunt over my lips as I licked her wet pussy; I could hear her moan as I lapped up her hot pussy -- her hands traveled all over me, her fingers deep into my cunt, working them in and out rapidly until finally she let me explode and I could not stop cuming.

In the middle of that explosion I felt Jerome’s big cock enter me, and he started to ride me and fucked me like an animal while I was eating Monique. He was so aggressive; I had no idea where I was anymore or where I was going. He would let me cum, but he would not stop fucking me -- in my pussy and in my ass and started again making me crazy, insane -- it was almost like I imagined a rape and it was so exciting.
From there on I shared the next few months in their bed. I was their love slave. During this time Jerome introduced me to the nightlife of London and Paris and to some of his friends. His friends were not bad at all, some rich, some older, some experienced, some very experienced. And soon I started to work as a model and had my share of fun. But also since my experience in the stable with those three men, they were always on my mind and they still are. 

And from there, with the held from Monique, I began doing fashion modeling, runway modeling wearing slinky dresses and some lingerie showing off my merchandise.

Justine’s Next Phase
Let me tell you how the sexual Pandora’s box was opened. About four years ago, the house I lived in was located outside of Amsterdam in a very nice village, out in the woods. Robert, my boyfriend at the time, was away on a business trip, very often. If I am alone in a big house, I get the creeps. I have this thing that I am very much afraid to be alone in the dark -- I hate it but it excites me.

When I was alone there, I started thinking about Karl, our driver who always picked me up from the airport and drove me when I went shopping, much more convenient, no parking problems. It's funny; he always looked at me in a very weird way. Karl was an ex-marine, big and very athletic but also very common, otherwise he would not be Robert’s driver. I loved to tease him; he is typical bourgeois and would of course never dare touch me.
I did not like him at all; he was so vulgar, and if I looked at him I would see a construction worker or a truck driver, a real pig. But on the other hand you have no idea how I loved to tease him, that was always great fun, but when he looked at me he made me feel uncomfortable. I would have never spread my legs willingly for that sort, much to common.

But then I asked Robert to fire him because he made me uncomfortable, which he refused. Robert told me he knew him for more then twenty years, so no reason to do this. I was so furious. I did not speak for a week to him and I am sure Karl knew by the way he looked at me.
You are right I am arrogant and very proud. At the house of my parents people like that would have to use the servants entrance.

Sometimes Karl drove me when I went shopping in Amsterdam, especially for lingerie, or I told him to bring me to Brussels or Duesseldorf. As I was sitting in the back, like the lady I am, he was watching me through his mirror, adjusting the mirror focusing it on my breasts, stripping me with his eyes. Sometimes when I saw him gazing in the mirror, I would slide on the rear seat and uncross my legs slowly giving him a glimpse of my thighs and my very thin silk white or black panties under my miniskirt. The color black for my lingerie I like the best -- lingerie from La Perla is what I have tons of. I see how he is embarrassed being caught looking. Sometimes I would lean over to him, giving him a good look at my cleavage. It really struck me as funny the way he reacted.

But what I like best is when I would walk downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast when Robert was not there in only a very thin silk morning robe and nothing underneath. I would feel a chill run down my spine as I could see that Karl knew I was completely naked underneath.
One time, Robert was already gone and I looked at some really hot bondage pictures somebody had sent me. I got so turned on that I decided to have some fun and give Karl a treat and see what he would do.

I came in the kitchen to have breakfast and all of a sudden the paper fell to the floor! Of course I had to pick it up -- naughty, naughty Justine -- my silk robe got loose and my big lush breast were jiggling and bungling free.
He only should have reached out his hand to touch my ripe fruits, to grab them and punished me. He should have pushed me on the table and fucked me like a slut, without any mercy. When I got up, I slowly closed my robe and looked very innocently at his face then to his crotch. His face was red as a tomato. I left in a hurry! But about him I had fantasies when I was alone. The idea that he could walk into my bedroom any time really excited me.
But first I will tell you what happened in the summer just before my birthday in July. Robert had given me two horses, so the barn had to be expanded. Robert arranged that 6 workers came for the rebuilding. It was a very warm day, so after Karl had made breakfast I went to the swimming pool.

The day before I had seen how the workers looked at me. I could not understand what they said but I am sure the remarks they made were not very flattery, so I decided to give them a good show. I put on one of my most revealing black string bikinis, which was just covering me. The top was snug forcing my half-covered tits to press out almost everywhere and my tight ass looked so hot in the small thin bottom. I wore a white tank top which was too small and I walked past them with big strides just like I did on the catwalk with my ass shaking in a pair of high heels showing my tall sexy looks, without giving them a second glance. The pool is not very far from the barn. I heard them whistle and I decided to give them a show they would really appreciate.

At the pool, I very slowly stretched out and took off my white top real slow, giving them a good look at my tits in my bikini top, pushing them out. I heard them whistle again then I took a dive in the pool to cool off. I needed that!
Later, when I climbed out of the pool, I really had to laugh the way they looked at me. After a short swim, I put on the tight tank top without drying myself off and it became soaked through showing my firm breasts and my nipples were very hard. I gave them a good view and I felt so wonderful, those men did no know what to say. I walked slowly with my high heels up to them and asked if they could use a cool drink and walked off leaving them looking at my ass.

I don’t think I would have acted the way I did with those workers if it wasn’t for my experiences with my Uncle and Monique. Something change in me. I knew it; I could feel it, with my thoughts about sex and the way I wanted to be violated and dominated consumed me. I couldn’t stop thinking about the men in the stable and the way my Uncle treated me and showed me a new way to experience sex.
After displaying myself to those workers working on the barn, I went upstairs to the bedroom and I took off my top and bikini and looked at myself in the mirror. I did see a difference in the way I looked. Not that the look was bad but strange. My blue eyes looked excited and my nipples were rock hard. I ran my hands between my legs and began to rub my pussy gently which was soaking wet and I started thinking about Karl and what he might have done to me when my husband was away. I started having more and more fantasies that seemed to constantly consume me.

Justine’s World Awakens
The first time I had this fantasy was during a time when Robert was away to Tokyo for three weeks and like always I never went with him. I disliked his Asian and Japanese business friends, especially three of his partners I had to entertain.
On the first night when Robert was away, my bed was already very empty and I am sleeping there all alone wearing a silk short nightgown between the silk sheets.

Karl enters my room with six or seven men dressed in black. While I’m still sleeping they grab me, hold me down and I struggle. They tie my hands to the bedposts over my head before I know what happens. I scream, thrash and turn wildly and try to get loose but it's to no avail. I am secured helplessly and I recognize Karl now. I hear him laugh and feel his hand go between my thighs. He waists no time and I feel him slip his finger in my pussy. I try to clamp my thighs together, trying to get away from him. He laughs again and suddenly he grabs my tits and squeezes them hard. I scream and plead -- it hurts as he twists my nipples. He is telling me that I make a beautiful picture, telling me he owns me now and I must do as he tells me, that I will enjoy it, that he will teach me how to enjoy it. I do not understand what he is saying -- this cannot be happening to me.
To the men in the shadow I hear him say that I am a whore, who likes it hard, very hard; they talk about my body, make remarks about my big firm tits and how hot my pussy looks. I am unable to speak, shamed and humiliated of the helpless position I am in.
They can see that I am very attractive. I am close to fainting as I hear how I am being discussed as a piece of meat, “fuck meat,” they call me. I hear Karl tell them how he hopes they will enjoy me and really try me out so that I am ready for my duties in the coming weeks because the time has come that I am going to make him some money.

Now I am very much afraid. I realize I will be their victim, that my dark fantasies, which excites me will come true, but fear is also very, very much exciting to me. I hear them talk more about me. Karl starts to cut my nightgown from my body with scissors and they rip it odd off of me. I feel the sharp point of the scissors, how he touches my neck and moves it to my breasts and my nipples and then over my very flat stomach and down to my pussy. Different hands are now on my body and they start to touch me, grabbing my full round tits till I scream out. Karl tells them to do it roughly.

“Slut, you are mine,” he says and they spread my legs very wide and tie them to the outer bedposts.
Karl begins to slap my big tits, shouting that he has been waiting for this, the way I am always showing off my round fat tits, how I show my hot body in front of everybody, that he is going to give me what I am asking for. That he has known from the moment I walked in that I just sold my body, just a pair of breasts, a cunt, that I am nothing but a whore, an expensive slut who is good for only one thing, to spread my legs for every man who wants me and to entertain and he is going to teach me to behave.

I protest, beg and scream, but he just laughs. He knows that Robert is away for the next three weeks, that my bed is empty and that Robert has asked him to take care of me. How he is going to enjoy this, to have me fucked, make videos and pictures of my performance. He tells me I am going to be his whore, that I better be nice to the men and do what he tells me. How when Robert will come back I will be gone and he will show the videos he has made of him.

He tells me laughing, “my men are going to fuck you and I want you to help them. I want you to fuck them back.” He tells me he is expecting that I will entertain his friends and be nice, very nice.
I still protest and shake my head no but the men in the room start touching me, it's horrible. I am so helpless. Then Karl takes a long black belt from his trousers, without a word he walks to the bed, telling me he will teach me some manners and raises his hand and cracks the belt through the air, hitting the tip my left breast. I scream in terror, in pain. Again the belt swings through the air, this time hitting me between my open thighs again and again. The pain is unbearable -- I beg him to stop, promising I will do everything, whatever he wants. I realize I have no alternative then to cooperate.

I feel hands all over my body. The men are all around me kissing my breasts and playing with my sensitive nipples, kissing my ear and my mouth. And then someone starts to lick my pussy lips. I feel how he forces my pussy lips apart, licking my sensitive clit, like always it makes me aroused. I cannot stand it and I start to get turned on. With peaks of lust, I embarrassingly start to move my ass, always the first sign that I am aroused. They get me worked up, which never takes long. They can see how turned on I have become. I start breathing heavy and am slowly moving my hips on the bed as the man between my stretched out legs starts to devour my cunt.

The men begin to strip their black pants off and come closer to me. I protest and beg them no but it’s no use. I see their cocks straining in the air, excited by me. I hear Karl say that I must be a good cocksucker or my torment will never end. If Karl only knew how well I suck cock, he would have been the first one in line. I see the men approach me, grinning at me stroking their cocks. Immediately I have two cocks right in my face, slapping down on me, rubbing on my pretty model face.

“Open that pretty mouth, whore,” I hear them say. I keep turning my head to get a way from them but my pussy is getting so worked up by this stranger’s tongue that I cannot hold back much longer. I feel someone grab my nipple and squeeze it hard and I moan out and a cock slides into my mouth. It’s so hard and thick; my lips expand as this cock is moved deeper into my mouth. My head is turned and another cock is placed in my mouth. I close my eyes and start sucking them like a good cocksucker I am. I hear the men say that I am really good at it and two more men take their place. I feel someone move over me and my head is tilted up and I start sucking at that cock. They move my head making me suck three of their hard dicks. While my mouth is being fucked by cock after cock, the other men are taking turns licking my pussy, spreading open my sweet pink lips and playing with my hard clit. I continue to move my ass like I was inviting them to my pussy. I try to resist my sexual heat but I love it.
Karl made sure that each man has had a taste of me and all their cocks have been sucked. He removes the ropes from my legs telling me that a whore always has her legs spread open wide before she gets fucked. My head starts to spin as I feel my ankles being grabbed and my thin cat-walking legs are whipped up and open. My pussy is on fire I must tell you. I can feel the heat from my cunt as my legs are crudely spread out expanding my pussy.
Someone lifts my head up so I can see the first man get between my legs, pressing his swollen cock down over my hot cunt. I feel my pussy lips spread open as his cock slips inside of me. My whole body begins to shudder. Soon he is beginning to develop a rhythm. In spite of myself, like always, my body starts to betray me, I become aroused, aroused at being taken by a complete stranger. I start to relax and am giving in -- my eyes closed I start to roll my head from side to side, moaning and groaning from the feel of his cock inside of me giving me pleasure. I raise my hips to meet him, and start to move my hips to his rhythm, raising my legs and then wrapping them around his waist in the process.
Karl is now standing near me watching me getting fucked with my big tits bouncing and jiggling around. He starts to rub my face informing me that he is going to take me to a higher place of enjoyment, that I will be in complete obedience and submission to his men, to let them do whatever they want with me and that I will beg them for it.

As I lie there with this stranger’s cock buried deep into my hole, Karl shows me a syringe and my arm is injected with liquid cocaine to help me perform better and I go wild when the drug takes hold of me. My nipples become hard till I think they will burst, my skin tightens, my life is centered around my cunt, the only thing I want is to be fucked, fucked into complete submission, sensations of ultimate power. It is a never ending fuck like I dream about, but even better. I raise my hips up off the bed, my hips bucking uncontrollably as the next man shoves his cock in me. I participate to the fullest, digging my fingernails into him, my entire body shaking violently with my first climax, my mouth open, groaning and grunting and sucking any cock near my face.

My entire body moves back and forth rhythmically. I am in a trance, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Different men are standing over me reaching down and fondling my breasts. My nipples are already taught and erect from the effects of the cocaine as Karl starts to pinch them, rolling my tight nubs of flesh between his fingers and thumb. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this is not at all good, that I should be trying to escape, but I start to realize I love it -- I am made for this. I am treated to a hard fucking. I hear the sounds of their grunts as each man fucks me into submission and cries as well as the rhythmic slapping sound of my soaking wet cunt getting pounded.
I hear somebody taking pictures of me and the video camera is running. Then they untie my hands and take me without mercy. Karl grabs me and turns me over forcing my tight ass up and out. I hear the men talk about my ass; how round and tight it is. I know what is coming, but I am in wild lust from the cocaine. Hands are all over my ass, slapping it, grabbing it and spreading my cheeks open. I feel the pain from their hands slapping me, making me whimper and moan. I know my cheeks must be so red from their slaps and grabs. I feel a body against my ass, rubbing his cock over it and between my pussy lips.

I look up and see the camera pointed in my face; I feel this finger go into my butt hole. I cringe and pant. The men are looking at me like I am such a slut ready to take it in the ass. I now feel it; his hard thick member going inside my butt; I grab the sheets tight as his cock pushes all the way in. I go wild and start rocking my hips, grinding them and pushing back into him as his cock takes control of my ass. Hands continue to slap me and I bury my head in the sheets, biting the sheets.

They tell me each of them will have my ass, that’s it just as tight as my pussy. Karl stands back and watches as the men take their turns, hearing me moan, offering my ass to them; my tits are constantly being sucked and played with and my mouth is being used as another fuck hole for them. I was in such heat acting like a real slut, being turned around with a cock still in my ass and another guy starts to fuck my pussy. My blue eyes are half open and I turn and take a cock in my mouth giving all of myself to them. One guy gets out of my pussy and another one comes right in telling me what a hot fuck I am and how I look with two cocks in me.

After the first hour it does not matter anymore more. They fuck me while Karl is making his video of me. I just lay there with my legs wide open, waiting for the next pig. I do what they want -- fuck and suck and loose all aspect of time.
The next days they just continue the slaughter on my body. When one is finished the door opens and the next bastard comes in to have his fun with me. On hours Karl plays with me, humiliates me, makes me tell that I am his whore, makes me drink lots of Cognac, shows me the pictures and video he has made of me, tells me that he will send them to my friends and my parents. I drink more Cognac -- I become dizzy. In the distance I realize that I have become his property to do whatever he wants of me.

Then finally they all leave me alone and let me go to sleep. But it does not take long, another one comes in and I open my legs and let him fuck me. I’ve become a sex slave now, letting man after man enjoy himself on me.
The next morning Karl takes me to the shower and fucks me again and after he is done, he grabs me, throws me a red garter belt, a pair of fishnet stocking and bra, a sleazy plastic mini dress which is two seizes to small and ultra high heeled red shoes I must put on, and tells me its time I join the party. Then he lets me walk to the kitchen with different men sitting there.

I see the men I have never expected to see; what have I done to deserve this, the same men who were brought in to repair and expand the barn some months ago -- these ugly men. There is the fat one with his beer belly and a big moustache, a pimple faced boy and the ones with their ugly tattoos. A cold fear grows in me when I recognize them. I beg Karl to let me go offering to give him every excitement I can offer. But he tells me that he can take whatever he wants from me, that I am his whore, besides he knows I enjoy it.

They look at me and tell me that they still remember how I had my fun with them that day, a teasing bitch, showing off my tits and my ass, acting like I am too good for them. But this time it is their turn to have their fun with me. I have to make their breakfast; they make me drink Cognac and tell me to strut around wiggling my ass and shaking my big busty tits for them. After breakfast they are standing around me and push me to the floor on my knees and make me suck their cocks. When they’ve decided they had enough of my mouth, they throw me on the table, strap my arms down and get real nasty.

My short miniskirt is ripped off of me and then my bra is unclasped and my tits become free for them to work on them, pinching my nipples, biting on them making them hard and swollen. They rip my panties off and my legs are pulled way out. The gross, fat beer-belly guy grabs a wooden spoon and starts slapping it across my tits and on my stomach. I feel the pain but I begin to enjoy it, feeling my pussy getting wet. He begins to slap the hard spoon on top of my cunt and spreading my cunt lips out. They make vulgar remarks at me saying that I am a spoiled rich bitch who is just a whore.

But it does not matter anymore. I have completely surrendered, ready to do anything they tell me to. They have no mercy with me. My body is battered back and forth by the power of their thrusts impaling me. I can feel the wetness of my pussy; I hear the wet squishy sounds as the men fill me up. I feel like a cheap slut. But even this humiliation cannot stop my pleasure. Karl takes more pictures and video recordings again.
Later, he has brought me to my bedroom, bathes me and I drift off to an exhausted sleep. I hear his voice faintly, "sleep well my little whore," and I realize I will have a busy night ahead.

Later, he comes in again; it's night. Karl laughs and tells me he has a present, a big box, which I have to open and in there are my new working clothes. I realize he drags me deeper and deeper into this perverse world and there is no way back. I look in the mirror and I look like a sleazy whore dressed in a white, skin-tight teddy with lace strings in the front barely covering my big tits and g-stringed in the back hugging high on my shapely hips. My legs are covered by white thigh-high stockings and my dark hair is brushed back and I’m standing in five-inch white high-heeled shoes.
He tells me I will be the entertainment tonight and laughs. He then puts a collar around my neck and attaches a long thin chain and I walk downstairs where different men are waiting for me.

Karl takes pictures of me posing with the men and then they give me their money, shoving the money into my stockings. I am forced to stand in front of a painting of my parents with my legs apart and I have to masturbate while they look at me, making me move the chain against my pussy and around my tits. I am paraded around the room by a chain allowing them to paw and grab me.
Karl demands me to dance for them. My chain is removed and I give in to his demand and begin to move my body around, slowly grinding my hips and raising my arms forcing my tits to bounce. These much older men are sitting in a row of chairs and I stand in front of each one and gyrate my body around, pumping my waist in and out and shaking my ass. I soon begin to strip for them; peeling away the laces to my tight teddy and my big luscious tits spread out as I slid the thin straps off my shoulders and wiggling my ass, I take the teddy completely off. I see the look on the men’s faces, drooling over me as I dance naked in front of them.

I am lost in the wild, perverse act of what I am doing, grabbing my tits, running my hands over my stomach and all over my hot ass. And then I lay down in front of them and spread my legs out and stroke my pussy and finger myself, brining my tits up to my mouth and sucking my dark rock hard nipples. Soon I am all way on my back sucking and fucking them, hearing Karl give the order to who should be next.
I loose all concept of time in the coming days. In my bedroom when I sleep, they visit me at night -- I have to dance, strip, masturbate and be good to them. Karl has broken me down ready to do anything he wants, becoming his whore.
In the next days he takes me to different places: a construction site, truck stops, public garages, pimping me out making me fuck total strangers. Finally, we visit the red light district and Karl makes me work in a nude bar where I perform in life sex shows on stage showing what a good little playmate I have become. On the way home he takes me to a nightclub where I dance with different men, dancing like a stripper and I do whatever my pimp wants from me.

Justine’s Fantasies Turns To Reality
My life has been turned upside down. Robert is always in Tokyo on business and I was bored beyond my elegance and I was too much alone and my bed was much too empty. I started to go to discos in Amsterdam, feeling lonely and getting lost in my fantasies and uncontrollable desires. Always being alone, I thought about leaving Robert.

Finally when Robert came back a few weeks later, he introduced me to this guy David Schulz at a party. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair and eyes and very sophisticated. But what turned me on was the way he surveyed my body -- some men have such intense eyes I cannot refuse, so I accepted his invitation for lunch when Robert was away.

Later one weekend when Robert was on business David and I went to the Opera and by then I could not resist him anymore. I was suddenly nervous about being alone with this man, the way he was staring at me with his intense eyes. I was already aware that he wanted to get inside my panties, but he was very slowly seducing and manipulating me; I could see how the evening would be ending.

I could not believe what was happening; I tried to refuse but it was very, very erotic after too much Champagne. After the Opera we went to a very dark club. While dancing, I closed my eyes, trying to block what was happening from my mind, feeling his hand touching my butt crack, crawling up the sides of my short skirt, grabbing my tits and he pinched my nipple, twisting it and pulling it, telling me I was a dirty girl, that I want to show my tits. I knew I was being bad, telling me it’s time I show him my tits. He opened my blouse completely -- he did it so casually, opening all the bottoms before I could say anything. He pulled me to him, kissed me hard; I could feel the bulge of his cock and I started to protest.
Then he told me he would take care of me. I needed a Master who understood my needs. I felt hot, funny, protesting but I could not help myself. Not much later I almost fainted with pleasure when he lifted my skirt and put his hand between my legs and shoved my panties aside and felt my wet pussy.

I tried to close my legs but he would not let me -- he was very crude, forcing me to open my thighs for him; he managed to get inside -- I quivered -- I could not stop him, I was defeated. It was so wild while we danced, him stroking my wet pussy with one hand and squeezing and rubbing my bare breasts hard with the other. I was closing my eyes. I was ready for him. In the distance I heard him telling me that I really did not care who fucks my wet cunt; it really turned me on, the way he talked dirty to me, calling me a horny slut, especially when he made me tell him that I did not care who fucked me, how I told him to fuck my tits, how I liked what he did, it made me feel dirty.
I felt so embarrassed when I told him I just wanted it. I opened my legs even further for him. The thought that someone might actually notice what we were doing made it so hot. I think I have never been this hot in my life even hotter then the three men who grabbed me in the barn and made me suck their cocks.

I was completely under his spell whether I wanted it or not. I felt him -- take, take, take. I wished I could stop but I knew he won. I was ready to play his game along to get his cock in my wet pussy.
This was so amazing, but totally out of character for me; I have never done this -- I am monogamist. Whenever I have had an affair, I am never involved with anyone else, never.

What just excited me was that he did not care, that this powerful man simple took what he wanted, the girlfriend of one of his friends, without asking, making me ask him to fuck my cunt. My legs could barely hold me as he led me to the car with my blouse wide open, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. When we got to the hotel, I followed him to his suite. I stripped for him and was standing in front of him, the way he wanted. He slapped my face, pulled my hair, and laughed as he used me. I really was prepared to do anything. I started to dance for him in only my high heels, moving suggestively, sexually for him, showing him my bare tits.

He said he wanted to see all of me, making me lie down on the bed and show him my pussy. He stood in front of me stroking his cock while I opened my long legs for him and then spreading my pussy lips for him, letting him see how wet I was. I was so turned on the way he made me feel; I wanted him inside me. But he would make me wait for it, telling me to fuck my cunt with my fingers and grab my big tits. I watched his cock stiffen as I held my legs up and started fingering my pussy; I was soaking wet. I rocked my hips and fucked myself until I came, which didn’t take long. Then he grabbed me and made me kneel in front of him and worship is cock, making me ask him to suck it and that I wanted his big fat tool between my full rounded hot tits. I was under his control.

I wanted him inside me so bad I would have said anything he wanted. I played with my tits while his cock entered my mouth. He grabbed my full head of hair roughly forcing my mouth to suck his cock with long deep pumps. He told to me to open my eyes and look at him. His cock was so stiff hitting the sides of my mouth then I licked his balls. Again he commanded me telling him to fuck his cock between my breasts. I grabbed them and wrapped them around his cock and pumped them up and down holding them snug as he jerked his big dick up and down.

Soon after he moved me to the front of the bed and leaned me forward with my ass sticking way out. I felt his mouth explore my cunt; I begged him to fuck me. Finally I got my wish and he rammed his big dick in my slick hole; my pussy exploded. I was moaning as he fucked me so hard, practically raising me off the ground. He then turned me around and I got on top of him and he fucked me while I watched myself in the dresser mirror across from the bed, telling me what a hot slut I was, that I was going to meet his friends and share me, that one cock wasn’t good enough for me.
Even in this realm of lust and heat, hearing him say this made me nervous and angry. David went on saying that my body was more of a high-class whore than of a model, that he heard how much I liked to fucked in the ass. Something Robert probably told him. He lifted me up and slid his cock right in my ass. I was delirious watching myself in the mirror, my pussy spread open as his cock dove deeper in my tight ass, grinding myself down on him, my tits shaking and my head moving from side to side. He then grabbed my hand and made me finger myself; I ran my hand uncontrollably over my pussy, making myself cum over and over. He must have fucked me for at least three hours that night. I was so soar I could barely walk from the hotel.

In the following weeks, I started to tell David when Robert would be away and meet him whenever he would come to Amsterdam, or during the day when my boyfriend would be away from home. This is how he started to play his games with me. I wanted to leave, to resist, I would tell him I would not meet him anymore, but I could not resist when he called. David would send me a box with the clothes he wanted me to wear and the time and the place he wanted me to visit him. He made me dress the way he wanted, in high heels, black nylons, wearing short tight skirts and tight t-shirts, always without panties and a bra.

This really excited me how David understood me -- how he called me a dirty slut, to sit in a bar at the Hilton Hotel and wait for him. How I could see how different men would look at me, especially when he made me uncross my legs or when he was sitting next to me, putting his hand on my knee and making me open my legs for him so that he would caress the inside of my thighs, especially when he knew other men were looking. I don't know why I did what he wanted, I did not want too but I did.

But then he wanted me to come to Vienna to stay at the Orient Hotel when Robert was away. Up till then he had been nice and the games where fun but I was coming under his spell and could feel when he touched me, he was, and I am sure, would be very, very aggressive, much more then he showed me, just like Ken was, the way he started to call me his whore. He had the same rotten qualities, but when he looked at me I became wet, despite the fact that I knew he was evil. He told me I had a great deal to learn and started to introduce me to other men and insisted I take them out for lunch or dinner.

I started to become afraid of him, about the games he played with me; I started to loose control over my life, causing me mental harm, perhaps I started to become afraid of myself, my feelings when they sent the whore Justine an e-mail with the time, location and how I should be dressed. I know what he and his friends had in mind for me. 

He told me to write my fantasies down and I sent them to him. I wrote him about my fantasy with Karl our chauffer; about what happened in the stable when I was 17 and how it turned me on and about my Uncle and Monique. He made me look at fetish sites, sites that excited me; sites like that make me masturbate every time I look at them. I knew I had to stop seeing him.

The last time I did, David took me to another disco in Amsterdam. He told me a couple of his friends would also be there. I wore what David liked most; I wanted to please him, but knowing I should not be behaving the way I did. This night I decided to wear a red mini shirt that had two small slits on each side, g-string panties, a tight t-shirt with no bra and ultra high red heel shoes. I wore my hair back with eye makeup to make my sensuous blue eyes more alluring and I did my pouting lips with black liner on the bottom lip. I have to say I looked hot.
We took a limo, and at the club we had Champaign and two of his friends I did not know arrived. David insisted that I dance with them. I was powerless around David and the Champaign made more at ease. The music was loud and pumping hard; I knew my dancing would excite these guys, the way my dancing usually does. As I danced with David’s first friend I poured it on, shaking my big tits up and down and swinging around revealing more of my thighs and g-string. He started to hold me close, grabbing my ass and sliding his hands across my waist; I laughed at him and pushed him back.

After some more Champaign I was dancing with the other friend. I wanted to show David how hot I could be. I let this guy grind himself against my ass, raising my short skirt and rubbing his hands across the front of my g-string. I turned around and shook wildly in front of him, getting him hard. Finally, we went back to the table and these two guys were hovering over me like I was the only chick in the place. It was as if I was the first beautiful woman they had ever seen, acting like macho jerks, bragging about their jobs and how tough they were; it bored me. But then David changed all that.

He told me he wanted to take me back to the hotel with his two friends and for me to show them what a great fuck I was, that he wanted to watch me take on his friends and then fuck me. I got scared and didn’t like what he was saying. I protested, telling him no, that I would fuck him and not his friends. And then he got angry, telling me that I was a cock tease that I needed to act like the slut I was. Again, I told him I couldn’t do it. He talked to his two friends for a few moments and then said we were going to leave. He rushed me out the door with his two friends right behind and we got in the limo. He told the driver to go to the hotel. I got real angry and told David I wasn’t going. As the driver whet around the back of the club, David told the driver to stop and told me to get out. I told David to take me home; he pushed the door open and forced me out of the limo. I was scared, dressed the way I was I knew I couldn’t get home by myself and no way could I have called Robert. I was shaking.

David walked me around the other side of the limo and one of his friends got out with him standing next to me. I saw the intense look in his eyes. David pushed me against the back door of the limo, pressing me against it and holding my hands against the glass window and told his friend to go ahead. I just looked at David with such hate. I felt my skirt go up and the guy peeled my g-string to one side and just started fucking me hard. And then David grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it up pressing my naked tits against the glass.

I had the same fear as I did in the stable with those three men; as mad and scared as I was, I was wet and became excited. The fact that I was out in the open getting fucked by this stranger without my permission was turning me on. It didn’t take long and a few moments later this guy started to cum. Then David’s other friend was soon out of the limo behind me and he grabbed my tits really hard, squeezing them, telling me he never fucked a model before. He pulled his cock out and shoved it all the way into me, pressing himself hard against my ass, banging me hard into the door. I felt humiliated and helpless, but my pussy was so hot and I came just before this guy blew his load all over my ass. David pushed me back into the limo and his two friends left. On the way home, he made me suck his cock and then fucked me on the bench seat until we pulled up in my driveway. I told him I never wanted to see him again.

When I met Robert four years ago, and started living with him, my life was great, it was balanced and I was enjoying myself. In the beginning everything was normal, he was there all the time, no tension and I was happy.

But what changed was an experience on New Year’s Eve in 1998. There was already some tension and I was thinking of leaving Robert. I had spoken to one of my real good friends, Paul about this and I think I should have done this before. During this trip to Paris just before Christmas, Paul and I we went to some shows, had dinner and I did some shopping. We had not seen each other in such a long time and we had so much fun. I realized again what friendship and fun was all about. We went to the different shops to buy some clothes and Robert received the bill from his credit card just before Christmas. Perhaps I had spent a little bit too much, to be precise about $38,000 and he hit the roof and we really had a big fight, one of the several fights we started to get.

But don't you think a girl has to be properly dressed? I told him if he could not afford me he should find someone else. He was so mad when I told him that I was sure Paul would never object, but that I could understand because Paul was old money, and class always shows, just is the case with me, but that Robert clearly was only new money, a simple upstart with no class.
Now I understood why my family would never invite him. You have no idea how mad he got and we got in a very heated argument.
So this was the spirit for the New Year’s Eve party. I had outdone myself, wearing a very, very revealing low cut black lace dress, very tight, and slit up the side, no back, very, very sexy from Dior. I had put on black stockings and little else and no bra, my breasts were displayed in all their glory. Over it I wore a jacket, which I took off when I came in.

Robert is very jealous and I decided to pay him back, punish him real good. The party was at a friend's house and there were about sixty people. Later, David came in and looked at me and I decided to really tease him. When I bent over he could see my hard nipples.  He still exited me, and I had been drinking lots of Champagne and soon I was really in the mood. I did not have a lot of inhibitions and resistance that night. I danced with almost everybody in the room. And David started to become nasty; he let me feel his already stiff tool through my thin dress against my leg, pushed his knee between my legs and I tried to get away and he laughed and left me alone.

Later that evening, I went upstairs to one of the bathrooms and you will not believe it when I came out David was waiting for me. He caught my hand, grabbed me and before I knew it he pushed me roughly into one of the bedrooms.
I protested and struggled, trying to escape from his hands -- he was really aggressive and pushed me hard against the wall with his knee already between my legs, breathing hard, he grabbed my breasts and started to kiss me with an aggressive hold on my shoulders but with an erotic kissing frenzy. I did not want too, tried to tell him to let me go, that I did not want it again, that it was over.

He just laughed, telling me that I am just a slut. Nothing had changed, like before I started to respond, our tongues touched. I tried to stop him and told him that we had gone too far already, that I was sorry, that I was not myself; I begged him to let me go.
But he just laughed again, then I said that I would tell Robert, that he was an animal, but he just laughed and said, “So are you, you are a beautiful animal who needs a Master, just wanting to be tamed?” And he was the right man to do it. He told me that I should not have started this game with him months ago, but now he was going to play it to the end and after tonight he would be back again. He was playing with me, told me I sold myself to a rich guy and if Robert would find out he would ask him to punish me worse then he would now. He would make sure everybody in the room would find out what a slut I was. How he would make sure that some of the men downstairs would hear of my behavior and he was sure they would be interested. I did not know what to do and he left me no choice, pushing my dress up and ripped my silk panties off.

He pushed me to the floor on my knees and told me that I should not worry but that I was a real good cock sucker and I better do it right, suck it and drink it like before or else he would make sure Robert would find out. I hesitated a moment, but you have to believe me, the funny thing was that I just started to do it, opened his trousers, pulled his nice thick dick out of his pants and started to use my tongue and looked at him. I started to suck him slowly, but for this pig that was not enough and he grabbed the back of my head and pushed and shoved his cock all the way in and started to fuck my throat.

I tried to get away but he did not let me. Finally, when he came, he made me swallow all his cum. I had cum all over my face, and when I was finished he pushed me to the floor and told me not to worry, that he would be back to finish what he started and just left me there.
I was soaking wet, ready to fuck; I really wanted to fuck; I wanted his cock -- I think I would have fucked any guy who would have entered the room but the bastard just left me. Later, I was vaguely ashamed what I had done. After a while I picked myself up and went to the bathroom. I could not stop myself but started to look in the mirror, touching my tits, squeezing them hard and slowly started to masturbate. Later I made myself presentable again.

But it was not finished when I came downstairs. I saw David talking to Robert and I saw him laughing when he looked at me. Later Robert just came in the room and went to speak to Paul and he asked were I had been. I told him I had to lie down because I drank too much Champagne.
David put is arm around my shoulder and looked at Robert and told him, “The poor lady she is so tired,” and told Robert he should take better care of me. Then while he was talking with Robert, I felt how his hand was exploring my back and then squeezing my ass. He did this in such a natural fashion that nobody noticed. I know I should have hit him, but after what happened upstairs I did not need more excitement and, of course, with all my discipline I did not -- I just let him touch me and I started to enjoy it.

I had hoped never to hear from David but it was not the end of him. Shortly after the party he got himself invited one night for dinner. When he came in I did not know what to say, I felt myself getting wet and after dinner Robert and David went into the study.  
I had this feeling that they had been talking about me. The real nature of their conversation I never knew but what took place after I went with Robert to New York a few days later confirmed my suspicions.
What is to follow will definitely shock you.

To Be Continued…


 

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