"The Game: Before, during and after."
(Chapter 1)
"... as he passes the ball to... Goal! Goal, goal, goal... in the last minute, of the match!!!"
Two years, earlier.
My boyfriend loves sport... like... all kinds of sports. Since he cannot spend the entire Sunday, in front of the TV screen, out of respect for his mom ( and me... l guess ), John likes to save a game, and watch it, the very next Monday, after work. This is the second week, after l moved into his house, and it is strange, that we have spend most of the weekend, arguing. And, like... lf you would ask me, what was the cause of the argument... l wouldn't know? His mother, Cherry, told me, yesterday, something unexpected: "Honey, listen. From now on, l will spend a... extended weekends at my boyfriends house. And, since you two will stay alone, l think that my son deserves a woman, around him. You don't understand? To put it simple... think as a whore, dress, as a prostitute." l was, like... embarrassed, but the message was, clear! So... today... he is opening the door, and looks at me... my raven hair was styled, into a raised ponytail, strong,.. dark makeup, red lipstick and nails, a skimpy dress in leopard print, that was hardly covering my tits and ass, a black fishnet-pantyhose and patent black, stripper-mules, with 7 inch stiletto. He looked at me, again, closed the door, suggested me, to turn, around and... smacked me across the face so powerfully, that l have fell to the ground. He than pulled me by the hand, saying nothing, pushed me on my knees. His already hard cock was sooo close, to my mouth... l looked into his eyes, from below... and he told me: "l will fuck you, before the game. Since you are a whore, you will be fucked, like one!" l licked the head, for a moment, but he grabbed my head with both hands, and started fucking my mouth!!! His cock is, like... really long and thick... and l cannot hold my little mouth open, for so long... l am chocking on his rod... John is even more turned on, seeing my lips, shining with his precum, and he let's me know it. l am taking his clothes, off. He grabbed me by the hair... he pulls me towards the kitchen... he quickly took off, my dress, fishnets and thongs... and covers my body, with olive oil... he fingers me... and pours oil into my ass... l am bent forwards, while standing in front of him... oh... he is soooo hornnyyy... and my body is betraying me! l want to... slow him down... but my hand is to weak, to slow down his forceful trusts. As he slaps my shiny ass cheeks, my own anal ring is betraying me, welcoming his cock... He is... ooohhhh... s, ssso deeeeppp, l am moooaannnnninnggg, louder and louder... he is faster and faster... oohhhhh mmmhhhhhh... John is shouting... tensing... grabbing my hips... pumping his seed, deep inside of me... my knees are weak... he is holding me, safely, with his strong hands... trusting, slower and slower... and, slower, telling me, how slutty l am. A few minutes, later.... while l am still... recovering my mind from, what just happened... he is, fresh from the shower, telling me, to prepare him something to eat, and go, to take a shower. l was so... l was still so much under impression, of such sudden and intense sexual encounter, that l have noticed only after few minutes of showering... that l still have those stripper-mules, on my feet. He observers me, through the open door and, tells me: "Honey... you are my slut, now. l want you like that, all the time!" He leaves the door open, and proceeds to watch the game.
A year, earlier.
Since we moved into our new house, a few months ago, someone is always inside our home. l mean, like... l don't have problem with guests, but John's friends are always here... l... l want... to have more freedom and, l cannot, like, express myself, visually... One day, when we, finally had some time, alone, l told him that! John looked at me, and concluded: "I will not simply kick out my friends! They are my long time friends, and they are helpful. I understand now, that you are now blonde, even inside your head and, that you want to look like one. Well... l want you from now on, not only to look as hot as a stripper, but to behave like one! l bought you so many outfits, and hundred pairs of stripper-heels, too. As of tomorrow, l want you to become a perfect blonde."
l have spent half of the day, at John's sister, Taneesha. She owns a studio, twenty minutes away, where her girls can do me, from head, to feet. John pays everything and, what John wants, John gets. The girls prepared me, to become a "Perfect blonde". After the hair removal, massage, hair, make-up, manicure and pedicure... l was a picture perfect, blonde bimbo. Like, completely opposite, of my, dark skinned, boyfriend. Uh, these pills and injections that the masseur gives me, twice a month... they are making my body, more and more... tensing, but my mind... like... l feel so careless now! Taneesha came back from town, with a few boxes, in her hands. She was pleased, with my new image, of a light blonde hair, light make-up, that strongly accentuate my new, thick lips, coated in light pink and high gloss. I had a semi permanent make-up on my face, and she provided me with a lip-care (which was, like, a bunch of that lip-gloss, that makes my lips only more... like, bigger). My nails were... the girls said, "Cummy-white", with white tips and, like... super glossy... and an entire inch long, on my fingers, and... like, the same type,
