a graduation gift

a graduation gift of champagne means something special for a high school girl

i remember wriggling out of my dress for him the first time i met him. it was a short striped sundress. yellow and white stripes. he had texted me in the afternoon and we talked briefly. he said he had gotten my number from a man who knew me. he asked if i was available to come to his room for an hour or two that evening. he was staying at the hotel at the casino. he said he was very generous but also expected a lot. he said he had heard i could provide everything he wanted. and i said yes, i could, and
agreed to everything. he arranged for an uber to get me to the hotel and back home afterwards. i met him the first time last august. i was seventeen and he was forty. i was entering my senior year in high school and he was married with children. he told me he had a twelve year old daughter. i was barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds and he was six foot six and more than twice my weight. i was a rag doll for him. i found out the first time that he was like a magnum of champagne in every way. imagine how a very big and hard glass bottle feels. and think about the anticipation when your fingers start working the cork. and eventually how loud and hard the cork pops followed by the relentless gush. unstoppable really and enough to fill any little rag doll’s glass to overflowing. he was like that to me. and he still is. i use the metaphors with him and he likes them. he says in reply that i’m the price of two bottles of cristal. the metaphors and euphemisms make everything okay. since last august i’ve seen him four more times. even though he likes to hurt me. i think about him often but he came to mind today because he sent me a bottle of that expensive champagne for a graduation gift. not a magnum but a bottle that’s big enough to share with my mom. she thinks he’s a customer at the restaurant where i work and is cool about it. and about me drinking his champagne this one time to celebrate my graduation. she has no idea that he’s a different kind of customer from a different kind of work. he wasn’t as discreet as he should have been really sending me this gift. every time i visit him at the hotel he has a bottle of grey goose vodka and a bucket of ice for me. he knows what i like and what relaxes me enough for him to do the things he wants to do. after i take my clothes off i drink some of the vodka. and he handles me and fingers me and eventually has me on my knees or in some other position with his cock in my mouth and throat. gently at first. but all the time he calls me filthy names and tells me what’s in store for me. usually he pulls back a few seconds to let me catch my breath and then pours vodka directly into my mouth. sometimes he spits in my mouth too. and then he holds my head or takes my hair and pushes his cock back into my mouth. he wants to see how much i can take. he becomes more forceful and rough until he finishes and i swallow everything. after this he gives me more vodka to wash it all down. he reminds me then that he’s done with my mouth for awhile and gags me tightly with a ball gag. he says he just wants me to be as quiet as possible and the gag helps. so does the lubricant. he reminds me we’re in a hotel. there’s no need for guests to hear things. he gets much rougher then. he pulls my hair and arms. slaps and hits me. he calls me filthy names. he pushes me onto the bed on my belly and holds me down roughly then pulls me up how he wants me. kneeling up facing away from him with my head down. he forces my legs apart. handles me. leaning over my back he chokes me as he penetrates me vaginally from behind and then anally. moving back and forth. his hard size hurts me. even with lube it hurts me. but he wants that. his anticipation of my sobs and cries works like an aphrodisiac. when he hears me and feels me struggle he becomes even rougher. he holds my head down and alternately penetrates my vagina and anus. he grabs my tits and twists my nipples. he does everything he wants. an otherwise unknowing voyeur would think he was watching a rape. but i’ve been willingly bought and paid for. my struggles are only a kind of consent. he thrusts harder and deeper and faster. he feels me throb and shake and hears me sob harder when he ejaculates. his thick surge leaves a magnum of semen inside me. he always empties his bottle. and then he lets go of me and flips me over and i lie on the bed still gagged and struggling to catch my breath. and feeling an opalescent rivulet of his semen trace slowly down my perineum. he removes the ball gag and pushes his cock into my mouth. he tells me to smell and taste the sex we had. he asks me if i like how his cock tastes after coming out of my pussy and ass. he tells me to clean his cock with my mouth. he says i can leave after i do that. and when i do that he lets me shower and clean up and leaves an envelope in my backpack. when i’m ready he arranges an uber to pick me up and bring me home. so now you know what his little graduation gift means to me. it makes me think of him. and it lets me know he thinks of me. and that i need to see him means to me. it makes me think of him. and it lets me know he thinks of me. and that i need to see him again this summer. whenever he wants me. even when he leaves bruises and marks so i remember his affection.

kacey~❤️

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