Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... your slut, to let all of my inhibitions go.

Don't be afraid of being too rough, and do with me as you please. The more you do, the more I like it."

It took us some more sex sessions before I got the hang of it. On my insistence, we agreed on a safe word, 'Red.' After each sex session, we had pillow talk to ensure we were on the same path.

But I got into it. I let Marta choke on my cock, and when the tears sprung into her eyes, I choked her some more. I pinched her nipples, squeezed her tits, slapped her ass, and when I felt like it, also slapped her face. The first time I hit her face, I got scared. Did I go too far? She just smiled, "Oh, I've been a bad girl."

That was a breaking point for me, and from that moment on, I used and abused her any way I wanted to, and Marta loved it! The sex became even hotter and sexier over time.

Sometimes, I just grabbed her, put her trousers or skirt down, and took her. Another time I grabbed her hair and pulled her to my cock, which she gladly took in her mouth, or I let her parade naked through her apartment so I could play with her tits and nipples. Watching a football game on television while she rides my cock.

At some point, we decided to go bare without a condom. It increased our fun, and now I could smear cum on Marta's body and face or let her walk around without underwear, dripping cum.

A few times, she tried to explain to me that when I made her do these things, it wasn't her, 'fault,' and she could enjoy them ...

... more. We were both glowing, full of love.

***

We had another party coming up on Friday night. Marta would first have dinner with the girls. Then we would meet at the party.

Our software team struggled again to meet a deadline, and I was late for the party. I had to go home to shower and change, and it was nearly ten when I arrived at the party.

I walked around, grabbed a beer, and talked with various people. I saw Noa, Lucas, the girls Bree, Gwen, and Michelle at different spots. However, I didn't see Marta.

When I asked the girls if Marta had come with them to the party, they all confirmed she did. I didn't worry too much. She was probably around somewhere.

Half an hour later, I decided to find Marta. I looked everywhere, but I didn't see her. Gwen saw my concern and helped me search for Marta.

At one moment, other guests noticed we were looking for Marta when a girl said, "You're looking for the girl with the black hair? She already left with her boyfriend."

Gwen and I looked at each other. This couldn't be true, could it? Immediately, I called Marta but got her voicemail. I sent a couple of texts to call me back, and I could see Marta received the messages, but she didn't read them.

Gwen asked me to check Marta's place. Gwen would stay at the party in case Marta returned. I took my bike and went to Marta's apartment, but nobody was there. Next, I went to my room, hoping she was waiting for me, but she wasn't there either.

Slowly, it dawned on ...