Straight Male / 48
What I am going to relate happened several years ago, at the time I was a 24 year old teacher and I took a job working in Costa Rica at an English language school for rich kids. I was there to teach Biology which was my major to ninth and tenth graders. The school was small by US standards, private with primarily rich kids and a couple of kids who were there on scholarship. The school helped me find an apartment in the neighborhood and I bought a used motorcycle to get around. Although everyone was nice I didn't get invited to anything and to be honest I was both lonely and I regretted my decision.
At school there was a fifty something librarian, she had been there for a long time and had been married to a local but he had run off with a younger woman several years earlier. She was English and lived in a nice house with maids and had a nice car and she is the one that invited me over for dinner one Saturday night. Her house was formal, she never had kids she said he never wanted kids with her. The conversation covered lots of topics, and when we were done with desert and the maids had cleared the table she said she wanted to bring something up. She said she hadn't been used for a long time, even when she was married for the last several years her husband didn't use her, and even though she was now fifty she still wanted to be used. Did I understand that, how even at her age she wanted to be used.
Well with my 24 years of experience the only thing I was able to translate is that she was English and used to her was the word for sex. Well I hadn't had the opportunity to use anyone since I arrived and maybe having sex with her would be something new, looking at her right then she looked like a nice woman and she wasn't something that would turn you off. We talked a bit and I told her that I was lonely too and she called the maids to the table and told them to get off to their room and close their door.
She got up from the table and pulled her dress up to flash her naked pussy, to use her and not be gentle, she wanted to scream from pain. She stood there and I sat there not knowing what to do with her comment, she slapped me and told me to use her, to use her right there in the dining room. I was slow, inexperienced in such things, she showed me a breast with a large healed scar, she turned and her backside was covered with long ago scars, she bent over and held her ankles and told me to hurt her, I was barely able to get my pants down and somehow I got an erection and I approached her pussy and she told me not there, to fuck her so she cried.
I had never fucked anyone in the ass and her ass was dry and she kept telling me to shove it in, to break her and fuck her, it wasn't easy but I got harder than I had ever been before and I managed to get into her ass and fuck her, when I got done and I was out she turned on me and slapped me and told me I wasn't much of man. I had a belt, why hadn't I used it, holding her dress in her hand she bent over the table and told me not to stop until I saw blood. I took the belt out of the loops and zipped and snapped my pants but she yelled at me to let my schlong loose, and go to work, harder and harder. I had never hurt anyone but she kept yelling at me to be a man and stop being a little boy, to hit harder and harder, her skin broke and a tiny drop of blood appeared and she cried for more.
I had not done what she asked, she took the belt from my hands and used it to whack me hard across the dick, once and twice, she laid back on the table with her knees pulled up and her legs spread open and she told me to fuck her and show her if I was a man because up to then I came across to her as some sort of church boy who was ashamed of his schlong. It wasn't possible to fuck her hard, I did have an erection and it hurt to have an erection and I pummeled her as hard as I could but not to her satisfaction, I lost control and let all my pent up cum out and she said I came like a two year old, a real man had buckets and all I had was a spoonful. After I came she got off the table and walked back into the corridor of the house yelling at me to follow her, to leave my pants where they were and follow her, she took off her dress, she had no panties or bra, she took this riding whip out of a drawer and told me to whip her tits, to take careful aim and hit her nipples. I couldn't, I broke down I just couldn't hit her, she slapped me and used the riding whip on my dick, it hurt I cried, she hit me again. She took a large object out of her drawer and told me to bend over she was going to show me what it meant to fuck and she slammed it up my ass, the pain was incredible, she laughed and used the riding whip on my balls and my ass, somehow cum dripped out of my dick.
She was disgusted with me for not being a man, for not using her and if I didn't use her then she had no reason to feed me, she took one long look at my dick and hit it hard with her whip, she told me that Saturday's were reserved for her, if I wasn't a man when she met me I would be a man when she finished after my year's assignment. At school, if she caught me alone she would lift her dress and show me her naked pussy, if I was close she hit my dick with her hand. On Saturdays the maids fixed a full meal and she opened her pussy for desert. To become aroused she had me whip her pussy lips with her riding whip until her lips were bright red and swollen, only then could I relieve myself in her pussy. I never thought of her as fifty, her pictures of her youth proved she had been a beauty when she was young, her face as a fifty year old showed that beauty, she told me that to be a man I had to learn how to use her and use any young woman that came my way. Not using her was wasting her time. So I used her, I learned how, and I have a riding whip of my own and more than one naked pussy has felt its sting, and more than one naked tit has felt its sting, and more than one naked ass has felt its sting. And a stung pussy is always wet, trembling to receive cum.
At school there was a fifty something librarian, she had been there for a long time and had been married to a local but he had run off with a younger woman several years earlier. She was English and lived in a nice house with maids and had a nice car and she is the one that invited me over for dinner one Saturday night. Her house was formal, she never had kids she said he never wanted kids with her. The conversation covered lots of topics, and when we were done with desert and the maids had cleared the table she said she wanted to bring something up. She said she hadn't been used for a long time, even when she was married for the last several years her husband didn't use her, and even though she was now fifty she still wanted to be used. Did I understand that, how even at her age she wanted to be used.
Well with my 24 years of experience the only thing I was able to translate is that she was English and used to her was the word for sex. Well I hadn't had the opportunity to use anyone since I arrived and maybe having sex with her would be something new, looking at her right then she looked like a nice woman and she wasn't something that would turn you off. We talked a bit and I told her that I was lonely too and she called the maids to the table and told them to get off to their room and close their door.
She got up from the table and pulled her dress up to flash her naked pussy, to use her and not be gentle, she wanted to scream from pain. She stood there and I sat there not knowing what to do with her comment, she slapped me and told me to use her, to use her right there in the dining room. I was slow, inexperienced in such things, she showed me a breast with a large healed scar, she turned and her backside was covered with long ago scars, she bent over and held her ankles and told me to hurt her, I was barely able to get my pants down and somehow I got an erection and I approached her pussy and she told me not there, to fuck her so she cried.
I had never fucked anyone in the ass and her ass was dry and she kept telling me to shove it in, to break her and fuck her, it wasn't easy but I got harder than I had ever been before and I managed to get into her ass and fuck her, when I got done and I was out she turned on me and slapped me and told me I wasn't much of man. I had a belt, why hadn't I used it, holding her dress in her hand she bent over the table and told me not to stop until I saw blood. I took the belt out of the loops and zipped and snapped my pants but she yelled at me to let my schlong loose, and go to work, harder and harder. I had never hurt anyone but she kept yelling at me to be a man and stop being a little boy, to hit harder and harder, her skin broke and a tiny drop of blood appeared and she cried for more.
I had not done what she asked, she took the belt from my hands and used it to whack me hard across the dick, once and twice, she laid back on the table with her knees pulled up and her legs spread open and she told me to fuck her and show her if I was a man because up to then I came across to her as some sort of church boy who was ashamed of his schlong. It wasn't possible to fuck her hard, I did have an erection and it hurt to have an erection and I pummeled her as hard as I could but not to her satisfaction, I lost control and let all my pent up cum out and she said I came like a two year old, a real man had buckets and all I had was a spoonful. After I came she got off the table and walked back into the corridor of the house yelling at me to follow her, to leave my pants where they were and follow her, she took off her dress, she had no panties or bra, she took this riding whip out of a drawer and told me to whip her tits, to take careful aim and hit her nipples. I couldn't, I broke down I just couldn't hit her, she slapped me and used the riding whip on my dick, it hurt I cried, she hit me again. She took a large object out of her drawer and told me to bend over she was going to show me what it meant to fuck and she slammed it up my ass, the pain was incredible, she laughed and used the riding whip on my balls and my ass, somehow cum dripped out of my dick.
She was disgusted with me for not being a man, for not using her and if I didn't use her then she had no reason to feed me, she took one long look at my dick and hit it hard with her whip, she told me that Saturday's were reserved for her, if I wasn't a man when she met me I would be a man when she finished after my year's assignment. At school, if she caught me alone she would lift her dress and show me her naked pussy, if I was close she hit my dick with her hand. On Saturdays the maids fixed a full meal and she opened her pussy for desert. To become aroused she had me whip her pussy lips with her riding whip until her lips were bright red and swollen, only then could I relieve myself in her pussy. I never thought of her as fifty, her pictures of her youth proved she had been a beauty when she was young, her face as a fifty year old showed that beauty, she told me that to be a man I had to learn how to use her and use any young woman that came my way. Not using her was wasting her time. So I used her, I learned how, and I have a riding whip of my own and more than one naked pussy has felt its sting, and more than one naked tit has felt its sting, and more than one naked ass has felt its sting. And a stung pussy is always wet, trembling to receive cum.
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