The Path to the Whore. Part 1

My name is Arina, I'm 38 now, but the story begins from earlier years.

I am an attractive girl, a brunette with long hair, of average height, with an hourglass figure, a big round butt, firm size 3 breasts, large brown eyes, full lips.

After ending a relationship at 25, I needed time to recover and decided to go to my parents. I arrived at the station, there were seats left in a 2-berth first-class compartment. I enter the compartment, I'm alone, the journey isn't long, only 5.5 hours. I decide to change and sleep, the train is about to depart.

As soon as I changed into shorts and a t-shirt, a middle-aged man entered the compartment, tall and

quite large compared to me, it turned out my compartment was a mixed one. He said hello, I replied and decided to sleep anyway, turned away and dozed off.

Through my sleep, I feel someone touching me, stroking my breasts. I opened my eyes and he immediately covered my mouth with his hand, leaned to my ear and said: Don't you dare scream, or I'll have to put you to sleep!

I got scared and my body seemed to go numb, I couldn't move.

He removed his hand from my mouth, realized I wouldn't scream, and pulled up my t-shirt, started squeezing my breasts, sometimes to the point of pain, then leaned down and began licking my nipples, biting them. With one hand he reached into my panties and chuckled with satisfaction.

Tears streamed down my face, I thought I was screaming, but no sound came from me, I had heard many stories about rape, but I never thought it could happen to me.

Meanwhile, he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer to him, dragged me to the floor so that I was left kneeling, and he pressed my face against his crotch through his trousers. With one hand he held me by the hair at the back of my head, with the other he unzipped his trousers and his penis fell onto my face.

— Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!

I didn't do it, I tried to turn away. He tightened his grip on my hair and slapped me, not hard but stinging. Tears flowed with renewed force, my cheek began to burn.

— Want another one?

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, he placed his penis in my mouth.

— Suck!

I came to my senses, opened my eyes wide, he grabbed my hair again and shoved his penis into my mouth, inserted it so that it hit my throat and cut off my breathing. With his other hand he squeezed my nipple so hard that I wanted to scream, and at that moment he went even deeper, so that my nose pressed against his crotch and he didn't let me go, held me with his hands, I started convulsing, I thought I was passing out. He suddenly pulled out his penis and I started gasping for air, drool was flowing.

He lifted me by the hair, turned me with my back to him, and laid me chest-down on the table, pulled down my shorts and spread my buttocks. I whimpered into the table and looked out the window into the darkness. He spat on me and put a finger to my anus, started pressing and the finger slipped in.

I wasn't an anal virgin, but I always prepared beforehand and the sex was gentle.

He pulled out his finger, spat again, and placed the head of his penis, started pushing and it began to sink in, as soon as the head entered, he suddenly drove his penis into me and started fucking quickly. Feelings of pain and arousal mixed inside me. A thrust, another thrust, I feel his penis pulsing inside me and filling me with fluid.

Without pulling out his penis, he leaned to my ear and said:

— You would make a good whore, just need to work on obedience!

He pulled out his penis, lay down on his bed, turned away, and started snoring.

I got up from the table, pulled on my shorts, and ran to the toilet, cleaned myself up, and spent the rest of the journey without closing my eyes. When the train arrived, I ran out of the train, got into a taxi, and upon arriving at my parents', ran to the bathroom to wash and cry.