This is an unforgettable event even now.
About three years ago, I was a student and had a crush on a guy named Tom.
He was smart and the captain of the soccer team, admired by many girls.
In our third year, I happened to be in the same class as Tom, and we got closer.
Tom was even better than I imagined, very kind, and I fell for him even more.
One day, while talking to Tom, I found out he didn't have a girlfriend.
I thought about confessing my feelings and dating him, but with so many girls around him and my lack of confidence, I couldn't be more proactive.
One day, I took his writing tools and went into a storage room where hardly anyone came. There, I bought the same writing tools and exchanged them, enjoying a little kiss.
With my slightly imaginative mind, I started thinking about various things while holding his belongings, eventually thinking about naughty things, and before I knew it, I was pressing his writing tools against my private parts.
My already wet private parts were soaking his writing tools...
It was then.
"You're a pervert," a voice said.
In the storage room where no one should be... why?... I was in a panic.
A hand reached out from behind me, took a picture with a camera, and said, "Got the evidence," while hugging me from behind.
"Stop... I'll scream," "Go ahead! Your perversion will spread throughout the school," "Please! Delete the photo," "Well, if you listen to me, I'll delete it." When I turned around, it was a boy named David from the same class.
He was considered a nerd and fat in the class, a dangerous presence.
To be seen by him in such a state...
He made me sit in an M-shape on a chair, tied my hands behind my back, and fixed my legs to the armrests, making me completely immobile.
He started taking pictures with his phone camera.
After taking the pictures, he brought his face close to my private parts and started licking with his tongue.
I was so sad that tears overflowed.
But why? My private parts were overflowing with juices, and David said, "Are you feeling it?"
He mercilessly inserted and removed his fingers, then took off his pants.
David's penis was erect but partially covered with skin.
(A so-called phimosis) He tried to make me lick his penis.
His penis had a strange smell, and fluid was coming out from the tip.
Unable to resist, I could only cry and lick.
After cleaning the smegma from his skin, he penetrated me.
In a dazed state, I received his semen.
He untied me and said, "You're my girl now! If you refuse... you know what will happen," and left the storage room.
I hurriedly fixed my clothes and returned Tom's writing tools to the classroom.
The next day, I was called to David's house.
Of course, I refused, but when he showed me the pictures on his phone, I couldn't say anything.
His house was big, and he said his parents were both working, so no one was home during the day.
When I entered his room, it was filled with pictures and posters of idols.
While looking around the room, he pushed me onto the bed, stripped me of my clothes, and made me lick his smelly penis.
Then he penetrated me.
"Please! Don't come inside... what if I get pregnant?" I said, "Okay, I won't come inside," and just before he came, he pulled out and came in my mouth.
When I tried to spit it out, he said, "Swallow it! Or I'll come inside," so I swallowed it with tears.
The first time I swallowed semen, I felt nauseous, but I endured it.
Every few days, he called me to be his sexual partner.
A month had passed since David saw me.
Tom called me to the rooftop.
Wondering what it was about, I went to the rooftop, and Tom approached me and asked, "Lisa (me), do you have someone you like?"
"No... why?" "Will you be my girlfriend?" I was surprised.
Tom, whom I admired, confessed to me.
Honestly, I wanted to date him right away, but in my situation, controlled by David, I couldn't.
I told Tom to wait a few days for my answer and left.
That day, I told David about it and asked him to delete the pictures, but he said, "You're my girlfriend... what are you talking about?" and didn't listen.
Instead, it fueled his actions.
The next day, David called me to the storage room and stripped me of all my underwear.
Moreover, he made me attend classes with vibrators inserted in my private parts and anus.
He played with the remote control switch multiple times.
During lunch break, he called me to the rooftop and made me lick his penis.
While taking pictures, he said, "Reject Tom! Right now..." So I called Tom to the rooftop and rejected him.
Watching Tom walk down the stairs with a disappointed look, I cried.
I wanted to tell the truth, but David was watching from the shadows, and I couldn't go against him.
As I cried, he mercilessly played with the remote control switch.
That day, he called me to his house again, and I was tied naked on his bed.
In the past month, he had bought various tools and tested them on my body.
Honestly, I was excited and felt it from his attacks.
Every time, I came multiple times from his tools, even squirting.
Even though I hated it, my body reacted submissively, and I couldn't suppress it.
Completely controlled by David, I was turned into a lewd woman by him.
On holidays, he made me walk around without panties or a bra, with vibrators inserted, and played with me in disabled toilets.
In the end, I spent my entire third year of high school as David's girlfriend (prostitute).
The day after graduation, David called me to his house and embraced me as usual.
Then he said, "I'll set you free," and handed me a memory card with all the erotic pictures and videos.
A week later, he went abroad with his parents.
Although I was free, my body, controlled and trained for a year, longed for his attacks and got wet easily.
After graduation, Tom confessed to me again, and we started dating, but he is bland, and I'm honestly sexually frustrated every day.
When I look at the images David gave me, my body reacts, and I want to see him.
