Chapter 2 -- Finding out, both me and the family.
Hi everyone, my name is Pia; I would like to continue my story of how I went from a respectable young lady to one of the world's most disgusting sluts. First, let me tell you a little about myself. According to some of my more depraved friends, I am what every man, woman, or child who has an Asian fetish (and many who just have working eyes) looks like. I am short, only 4 foot 11 inches tall, and weigh just under 50kg. Thanks to my father's Latino side, I am blessed with extremely prominent, perky DD tits that sit up remarkably high on my chest despite their almost laughably huge appearance on my tiny frame, large (ish) pink nipples centered on the upward slope of my breasts; and a surprisingly firm ass that has a nice shape, despite my Asian (from my mother's) side. My waist is tiny; most grown men can easily get both hands to touch around my waist; delightful (or so I've been told) legs and small dainty feet. My face looks quite similar to that of Ariana Grande, only a hundred times more innocent, with full pouty lips, large chocolate brown eyes with a nice upward slant, and long, lustrous black hair that falls below my waist.
I didn't realize that I had left the extremely hard-core porn showing on the screen next to the hot tub on my balcony when I collapsed last night naked in bed. I woke with the sun streaming on my face and someone knocking on the front door. Still filthy from my fun last night; however, my ass is back in place after gaping myself nearly 6" with a massive horse-shaped dildo I named Monstruo (Monster in Portuguese).
The person knocked again, and I heard Pablo say Morning baby, I came round to talk like I said yesterday. Baby? When did he start calling me that? I was a customer of the café, and the delivery service he worked at, regardless of our previously friendly relationship, was a little over the line. Not that I had the guts to do or say anything directly to him; I would just cut contact with him and find another place to get food and drinks (or so I thought at the time).
I hastily wrapped my nubile, 18-year-old body in one of my blush pink chiffon robes, not really paying much attention to how much I was showing. I ran a brush through my hair and quickly wiped my face with a handy wet wipe that I keep near the bed to help cool down on hot, humid nights.
Jogging through the apartment to the front door, I opened it wide and asked Pablo to come in. I led him to the kitchen, noticing in reflections that his eyes were glued to my ass the entire time and only realizing how transparent my robe was in the reflection of the fridge glass. My entire body was basically on show, clear as day through the robe, and I was stark naked under it. There was no way that Pablo, by this time, didn't know I was completely hairless under it.
I could see the gleam in his eyes when he took in my appearance, and rather than becoming shy, it excited me, emboldened me, made me switch into something I could never have dreamed I could be, a wanton temptress, even if I were still officially a virgin, no man had ever been inside me, a lot of toys, of various size and shape, but no boys or men.
"So, Pablo, what did you mean yesterday when you said I had missed my exercise the day before?" I queried.
Blushing, he looked me up and down, making no bones about staring at my basically naked body; it wasn't hard for him to do so; I was leaning against the side of the kitchen island, my legs slightly spread and my entire body on show. "Well, you see, I go to Sammie's bar most nights, even when I'm not working there, and I noticed that urm, well, ok, look, we can see from the balcony this nice apartment with this really beautiful girl that seems to hate wearing clothes, she often doesn't bother for days at a time. Urr, she also seems to like playing with herself quite vigorously at times, and she seems to love it in the ass. Well, she also likes to exercise in the nude!!!"
It was only then that I realized he was talking about me. Wow, I mean, how visible was I from Sammie's balcony? "Paulo, just how much can you see from there?" I asked, blushing furiously, still not trying to hide my body but embarrassed by the thought that hundreds of strangers, faceless unknowns, had seen me naked, exercising and playing.
"Well, everything really, let's just say that I know you don't bother with the privacy screen in your bathroom, and your toilet faces the balcony. We also know that you have a large selection of toys, and we can see your TV screen on your balcony, so we know what you like watching. I must say, I was surprised you got that water bottle where you did last night; it looked like a tight fit."
I smiled, remembering, "it was very tight, but it felt great." I couldn't believe I was saying these things, knowing that Pablo and God know how many strangers had watched me fucking myself in the ass and pussy, fisting, bottles, all of it. I also couldn't believe that I was literally dripping down my legs, my pussy tingling like crazy at the thought. Not that Pablo was watching me so much, although that was a turn-on, the thought that so many strangers, people I might pass on the street and not know, had seen me doing all these things to myself.
"You don't seem to mind," Pablo said more confidently, starting at a drip running down my inner thigh. It seems like the thought of being watched is something you like."
"What could you possibly mean?" I flirted, smiling at Pablo; I noticed that he had this HUGE bulge in his pants, easily the size of 'Mr. Big,' quite possibly bigger. "It seems that you liked watching too," I stated, nodding at his obvious erection that he wasn't bothering to try and hide, and why should he? With something like that in his pants, he should be proud.
Reaching down, he gripped part of his length and adjusted himself, still staring openly at my practically nude body; he said, "No, we enjoyed it tremendously; everyone was betting on what you would do next and how long you could go on for, as well as admiring your body of course. You are an amazingly beautiful woman." He complimented me.
"We?" I asked. "Yes, we were full last night; word has spread, and most people go now just to see you in action; you've probably doubled Sammie's takings in the last few weeks. There must be at least a couple of hundred people there most nights, more on Friday nights like yesterday, probably close to 300 people."
"Holy shit, 300 people, really? And all of them watched me last night?" I whispered in disbelief. "I can't believe it; that's insane." My clit was almost vibrating, I was leaking like a kitchen tap, and my nipples were like rocks; I was breathing heavily as well, the effect having an almost hypnotizing effect on Pablo, judging by his reaction. His erection was literally throbbing in his pants, visible through the thick denim.
Pablo reached for me, obviously driven past the point of being able to control himself, ripping off my gown and running his hands all over my now nude body. This was thrilling for me, completely naked and so extremely excited, standing there letting someone who was fully clothed grope any part of my body he desired. His hands were drawn, almost magnetically, to my breasts, squeezing, pinching, and rubbing everywhere, riling me up even further. He leaned in and took as much of my right breast, including the nipple, all of the areola, and quite a bit of flesh, into his mouth; at the same time, his hand dropped down to between my legs. I spread them to allow him further access. Cupping the back of his head to my tits, I moaned wantonly as he switched breasts with his mouth, his fingers, 3 of them, deep in my pussy, wiggling all around, brushing over that sweet spot.
Unbeknownst to me, his other hand was busy, too, undoing his fly and dropping his pants. I was so horny by this point that I didn't care, all I knew was that I was really close, and if he stopped, well, I couldn't even think of that. Swiftly, he lifted me onto the counter, placed his enormous prick at my entrance, and thrust his hips forward, stretching me to my limit and destroying my virginity for all time in one belly-stuffing, almost painful thrust.
I screamed out loud, my head was thrown back, and my hands clamped to my tits, squeezing hard enough to hurt and leaving marks, my nails leaving perfect crescents in the flesh surrounding my nipples. My mind is somewhere else, not cognizant of the fact that I was in the midst of my first real sex with someone else, on my kitchen counter, of all places.
Pablo was also mindless at this point, smashing his rock-hard prick in and out of my pussy almost manically, desperate to cum. The thought of protection never crossed either of our minds; both focused on the feeling of fucking. His pistoning was so hard that he had to hold on to my hips to stop me sliding away from him on the inward thrust and violently dragging me back to meet him. He was definitely bigger than Mr. Big, pressing hard against my cervix every time he bottomed out, and he bottomed out every time he thrust into my needy snatch.
Gradually he sped up, sweat pouring off both of us, his thrusts getting more and more wild and frantic until he groaned, almost from the tips of his toes, and thrust one last time, deeper than any previous thrust, to the point that I actually felt the tip of his cock poke through the opening in my cervix.
I froze up, too; the feeling of this was like nothing I had experienced before, not painful, really; some people say that having their cervix touched hurts, but it never did with me, but it felt full like I had never felt before. Then I felt the extremely forceful splashes of his cum blasting the back of my completely unprotected womb. Cumm inside me for the first time in my life. The sensation was too much for my mind, and I felt the world narrowing down, a warm blanket surrounding me like a fog until all I could feel, see, taste, smell, or touch was the sensation of jet after jet of his warm cum filling me up, deep in my womb. It was almost like I could feel each of the trillions of virile, fertile sperm swimming around inside me, looking for something, anything to penetrate and start a new life.
I blacked out. Coming around a few seconds (minutes, hours? Who knew?) later, I could feel Pablo, still hard as a rock, buried deep in my now baptized pussy, his face planted firmly between my breasts, panting like he had run a marathon. His hands mindlessly ran up and down my sides and over the edges of my tits. Only then did I realize the time from the clock on the oven behind him.
"Pablo," I whispered, rubbing the back of his head, "Pablo, we need to move. My parents will be home soon, and the cleaner will be here to do her work." Pablo didn't move, nor did he seem to hear me. I raised his face to mine gently and leaned forward to kiss him on his forehead. "Pablo, we need to move." Recognition came to his face slowly, like a curtain being pulled back across a stage, the realization of what we had done and where we were seeping into his brain like molasses.
"Pia?" he choked, "Pia, what have we done? I'm so sorry, God; I don't know what came over me. Shit, we didn't use protection, and I finished inside you. Are you on the pill? please be on the pill?" That was a wake-up call, I tell you; the thought of protection never even entered my head until he mentioned it.
