To tell the truth and with the exception of my wife, I have not been in the biblical sense of the term with anybody. Before Paul, my previous encounters of that kind were limited to innocent games played on the back dunes of nude beaches: a little voyeurism, a little exhibitionism, body rubbing, some kissing and at the most, mutual masturbation.

THE MEETING

My wife and I where having a drink at a tapas bar in the old town. She started a conversation with a young couple, she has the ability to make new friends fast, and we soon engaged on a conversation. There names were Paul and Ana. They invited us for dinner, we refused initially, it was getting late, besides my wife had to go shopping. Soon it was decided, my wife and Ana were going to go shopping, while Paul and I will head up to their apartment to wait for them.

IN THE ELEVATOR

Paul and I got to the building and into the elevator; their apartment was at the top floor, a long way up. We were the alone in the big elevator; however he got close to me. I do not know how or what prompted his reaction, but next thing I remember he was grabbing my crotch and I did not refuse. He said then... -So you are a mariquita (a little fagot)? I did not reply. -Are you a top or a bottom? He continued. -A bottom, I said. -We are going to have a change of plans, he continued, I will treat you like a nena (babe) today, And then he got closer and started whispering in my ear: -I will make you my bitch today, by the end of the evening you will be by little whore. He pull-down my zipper and got his hand inside and started touching me. -Please do not fuck me, I implored. -You are my little "zorra" (she-fox), he continued, you will be my bitch today, and do not worry, there is plenty I can do to you and I do not have to fuck you. Those were my manes for the rest of the evening: zorra, bitch, babe and whore, and I liked them, I got excited every time he called me by those names. Should I be ashamed? I do not know. The memory of him whispering the names he gave still arouses me.

He got closer and embraced me, he then kissed me and undid the last button of my pants, they felt down. He put his hands under my briefs, and he touched me all around my waist, measuring my ass and getting down to my dick. Luckily nobody else got in the elevator. We reached the top floor, he hurried inside the apartment. I pulled y pants up and quickly followed him. I wanted to know what else he was going to do to me, to his babe, his bitch, his zorra-whore for the evening. I wanted to be a good whore to him.

IN THE BEDROOM

He opened up he door of the apartment and went directly to the bedroom. I followed him. He sank on the arm chair and ordered: -Hurry up, babe, get naked! I didn't do it right away, so he insisted: -Get naked, whore. Don't you want to be my bitch? -Yes, I said. -So get naked, I want to see my whore. He said with a smile and a winkle. I removed my shoes, my socks, shirt and t-shirt. I turned around and pulled my pants down, and finally my briefs. I was completely nude. He said Nice ass! It seemed genuine. He really liked my ass! This made me happy. I wanted to please him. I do not know why, I had just meet him. I didn't have to please him, but I wanted it. He got up, came to me and said: -I like what I see, bitch, and what I touch he said caressing my ass. But,... I like the butt of my babe smooth as the skin of a baby. You need a shave. So he got in the bathroom and came back with a warm wet towel, shaving cream, a pair of scissors and a new razorblade. First he cut my pubic hair short, then proceed to get my body wet and put shaving cream all over me, from the top of my belly to the bottom of my ass. He had done it before, I could tell because he did it quickly. He shaved me, places I had not shaved before. It was a nice exciting sensation; I could feel his breezing closer to my body, his expert hands holding the skin tight and the blade running trough my body. He left a line of hair running down from my belly button. He cleaned me up, step back and took a look at his work. -I like it better now, babe. this is the look I like for little whore, my bitch. He embraced me, I felt his hands running down my back, caressing my ass, admiring his own work. He moved then one hand in front and started up and down my shaft. I was so excited, I wanted it, I wanted it, i wanted it. -Fuck me, please, I finally said. -No, not now, I have other plans for you. You will like them, babe. -Say who you are, he ordered. I started saying my name, but he interrupted me. -No, say what you are. -I am your babe, I said. -What else? He continued, -Your whore. -What else? -I am your babe, your whore, your bitch for the evening. I am your zorra. Please, fuck me. And I really wanted it. He continued masturbating me, caressing my back, my ass. I could not hold it any longer and I exploded. He smiled. He new how much I wanted more, and I did. He grabbed me by my dick and took me to the living room. -I am going to make you my whore. He said.

IN THE LIVING ROOM

We got to the living room, a nice contemporary room with a big window overlooking the port. He told me to bend over, with my hands on a chair. He moved his hands down from my shoulders to my ass, and, to my surprise he started spanking me, this is not what I was expecting! -You need an azote (spanking), he said, you little bitch, I need to get your ass red. And he did. He spanked me with one hand, and with the other, and with both hands as well. I was excited even more, I wanted more! My butt got really red; I could see it in the mirror behind. then he stopped. -We do not have much time now, babe, he said. He got a condom, pulled his dick out of his pants, put it on and told me: -Get down and suck it up, bitch, you will like it. this is what my whore does today. I got down on my knees, and started sucking at his dick. The condom had a nice mint flavor. I could feel his dick growing inside my mouth. And I sucked, and sucked. His dick got really big, but I continued sucking, it filled my whole mouth and I sucked. He got his hands around my head, and moved it as he pleased. Finally he also exploded! -His breathing got stronger, he liked it. I was doing good. -Nice work, whore! I have made you my whore now. He said. It was done, we rested a while at the couch, he put his hand ove my shoulder, look at me and gave a wink. -Remember who you are? -Yes, I said. -Who are you? -Your whore, I said, and he smiled. -Yes, you are indeed. And grabbing a marker, he signed his name on my ass.

THE END

We heard the buzz of the intercom. Our wives were coming back. We hurried up, clean and I got dressed. Now I realized that Paul had kept his clothes on all time. He served a whiskey, and we waited for our wives to arrive. We had a dinner. It was late when we left, my wife said that this was a nice couple; she hopped to meet them again. I agreed, and I wondered when my next meeting with him will be, will he fuck me then? I was his whore now....And I wanted more!

Susa NoJeans