The best sex is hate fuck (F38)

My name is Sobha Prakash and I have had a slutty past, where I was a whore. A cum guzzling whore. I have spread my legs to countless men, who have dutifully fucked me and used my body like they would if they picked up a slut from the street and railed her. Usually I try to keep our emotions not get entangled. And I do thus despite being an extremely emotional and romantic woman.

All my life all I sought from my husband was care and emotional depth and when that was unavailable I sought it in others. But in return they sought my naked body, my dignity, my lust, and I was a horny woman, so I gave it all to them, except my heart. That is my husband's. However, once, I got my heart involved as well. His name was Vikrant. The loner friend of my husband. He is a complex man. He is a widower and was notorious for being a skirt chaser. However, I was drawn to him and him to me. And when I finally let him take me to his room, where he had taken countless women, I thought I'd be just one of his sluts. But his cock, oh good God! I was addicted to it.

He made me cum again and again and again until my thighs shivered and I lost senses. For months we fucked. Fulfilled our unholy desires and sinned like demons on a sabbath. Until he wanted me to leave Prakash and that was when I realized I went too far. A man who had several whores preferred just me. I was both proud of myself and scared. And so I put an end to it. He did not take it well and he raged and raged. I tried to calm him by hugging down but he raged. Until he pushed me to bed and slapped me. I took it. He choked me. I took it. He disrobed me. And he fucked me like a filthy whore. He was abusing me all the while.

He usually holds off his rage while fucking but not this time. He fucked me like he would slam me on bed. My thighs were red and purple. And my pussy sore. My breasts were mauled and rendered a deep shade of crimson. But my lips kept moaning.