The Infatuation Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Infatuation Part 1

... end. I was on my back, my partner was on top of me, had my legs pushed up over my head, and was fucking me hard and brutally. I was moaning and screaming out louder from the pleasure of getting fucked so hard by such an enormous cock. My partner fucked me like that for a long time before he shot his cum into my ass and pulled out of me.

“Damn, that black cock sure stretched that ass-pussy out, didn’t it?” Derrick asked and chuckled. “You could fit a football up your ass after he got done with it. I like seeing his cum run out of you.”

I looked down at the video and so myself panting for air. I was holding my legs up as my partner stepped out of the view of the camera. The camera did a closeup and my butthole had gaped wide and my porn partner’s cum was running out of my asshole. I was told to stay in that position for the camera to capture it.

“Why are you showing me this?” I repeated my earlier question.

Derrick chuckled. “It’s called blackmail, Bella,” he told me bluntly.

I laughed at that. “You think I am ashamed of that?” I asked the boy.

While I didn’t want people to know what I did when I was younger, especially my family, I was not ashamed of it. I was young, and I did what I did and can’t take it back, so there was no point in being ashamed of it.

“Maybe you aren’t or maybe you are lying, but do you want the entire neighborhood and the homeowner’s association to know you’re a porn star and a sexual deviant?” Derrick replied.

“I’m not a porn ...

... star and not a sexual deviant. I was younger, and that was the only scene I did,” I lied.

“Maybe you’re not, but they won’t see it that way and you want to be on the homeowner’s association board. Do you think they would let you after they saw this?” Derrick explained. “You think everyone is so accepting that you are transgender, but they are not. Some are like my mom and dad, but there are a lot of others who aren’t. They just act like it because they want to be seen as open-minded, but they whisper behind your back and call you a pervert and other things.”

“I…I don’t believe you,” I told the boy. My confidence was starting to decline as Derrick told me these things, and I knew deep down he was not lying.

“Does not matter if you believe them or not,” he continued. “I am telling you what I know and have heard after you leave the meetings or people tell my mom and dad and what other people say about you. They would most likely approve you to be a member of the association because they are afraid not to. They would be scared you would make a big deal out of it and say it’s because you are transgender. But if they see this video, they have an excuse not to only reject you but also ostracize you for being a pervert.”

I swallowed hard as Derrick closed the video on his phone and opened up another video. As much as I wanted not to believe him, I knew he was right.

“Then if I show them this video also,” he told me with a grin. “You really should fix that hole in your ...