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Wearing down a non-slutty sex slave
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Wearing down a non-slutty sex slave

After one month in Ukraine it was time to set our sights on Warsaw, Poland’s largest city. Lionel had been in contact with Katrina, a girl he banged a few months beforehand and she had arranged an apartment for us, which was a two-minute walk from the city centre. Good girl.

Upon our arrival it became apparent that although we had an amazing view overlooking the city, we were provided with only one room. Lionel and I decided it would be best to use a wooden cabinet and a plant to divide the room up into two, which would make for a more suitable bedding arrangement if one of us were to drag a girl back to our lair.

Tuesday night was ladies night at a club called ‘Enklava’. The bar was filled horny men and a few attention whores with scores no higher than a 6. I had been flying solo throughout the night because Lionel was busy with Katrina and had managed to kiss a girl from Belarus. I wasn’t completely satisfied with her quality so any follow up date was going to be my second preference.

The following few days I had been contacted by a Polish girl I knew from my time in Lagos in 2010. Gosia was short, blonde and fairly attractive, but had had a boyfriend for as long as I knew her. She did pole dancing four times a week and had never been drunk in her life, but always seemed to have a buzz about her when out clubbing.

We arranged to meet up and she made a point of telling me that she had broken up with her boyfriend over a year ago. If you have ever met Gosia you would know that she has a certain glint in her eye when talking to you that says: “I am slightly psychotic and want to sit on your face”, so naturally I was curious to find out how much of a psycho she actually was.

After 2 hours at the bar Gosia and I were isolated from the group and it was then I decided to kiss her. The kissing wouldn’t stop for an hour, but it was going to be tough to convince her to invite me back to her apartment. During our conversation at the bar she had mentioned only having sex with “people that she loved” and that she had only had sex with 3 different guys.

It was the following night that I managed to weasel my way into her car and instructed her to drive to her place. Getting her perfectly shaped breasts out wasn’t a problem and it was at this time she lead me to the shower. With my rock hard boner rubbing against her leg, all I could manage was a hand-job and to blow the contents of my ball sac on her stomach.

Day three would see me back at her house. Earlier in the day we had been chatting on facebook and she had mentioned that she liked to be treated “like a whore”. Not unlike porn, she wanted to be face-fucked until she couldn’t breathe. This girl was whack, but there was no stopping what my dick ordered and that was sex with Gosia.

Getting her naked was never a problem, but putting my dick in her vagina was as easy as trying to fit my fist up my own ass. She was happy to suck my dick and let me spray cum all over her face, but sex would make her feel “slutty”. Females trying to rationalise sex is quite entertaining, but so very frustrating at the same time. I woke up with her riding my face in the morning so it wasn’t all that bad.

The next day I again spoke with Gosia on facebook. “If you come over tonight I will fuck you”, was the first thing she typed to me. I decided it was in my dick’s best interest to go visit her for once last time. She invited me around for dinner and agreed to pick me up from my apartment at 10pm.

We talked over dinner and it was discovered that the reason she doesn’t drink is because she is on anti-anxiety medication, which was stronger than Xanax. I think it has something to do with the hope for insane sex, but this was a huge turn on.

After dinner we watched a movie, but I was keen to get the party started so I began to undress her. I removed her shirt as she removed her tights and underwear. With her perfectly toned pole dancer’s body on centre stage in her living room, I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and onto her pussy. Much to my surprise she had a tampon nestled inside, which she quickly removed. Having a girl remove her bloody tampon right in front of me wasn’t exactly making me pre-cum, but after four days without sex I ignored how revolting it was.

The moment I entered her pussy it was the like the hand of Goliath was squeezing my cock. It was definitely the tightest pussy I have ever fucked. I felt uncomfortable calling her a whore during sex, but this is what she wanted and seemed to get her off more than dick itself.

Afterwards I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water when I noticed blood splattered all over my t-shirt.

Me: “Hmmmm"

Gosia: “Take it off, I’ll wash it for you right now.”

Aren't Polish girls the best?

- Gavin Madden


http://gavinmadden.blogspot.com/
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