(My language is Spanish and I am not very fluent in English, so I sincerely apologize for any possible errors that may occur.)
(All the main characters are over 18, and these stories are figments of my imagination.)
Confusion of Identities
'I'll be back after lunch,' my brother tells me as he picks up the car keys and heads to the door, 'Don't bother Angelo, he's been working at night and just got home, as soon as he takes a shower he'll go to sleep for a while;' he adds by closing the door.
As soon as I see through the window of the dining room how the car leaves the grounds of the small house on the outskirts of San Francisco where we live and moves away along the road I run up to my room and quickly get rid of the kitten pajamas that I use every night to sleep.
I look at the clock and see that there are still ten minutes to nine in the morning, if Angelo maintains his routine these days, I have enough time to prepare and surprise him.
'I know I shouldn't do this;' I tell myself as I look in the mirror to finish putting on makeup, 'But if I don't try, I'll regret it for a long time for not trying;' I continue to tell myself to convince myself of what I'm going to do.
After five minutes I look in the mirror admiring my reflection, I have put on makeup more than ever in my life, and I have replaced my usual metal glasses with contact lenses, I am sure that if I walked through the halls of the university none of my classmates would think that the sensual brunette of the mirror is her shy companion Alex, and much less if I was dressed in the tiny set of white lingerie that I wear and that barely covers my nipples and pussy in which I only look a careful strip of brown hair after not having dared to shave it completely.
When I think of that image of me being exhibited practically naked in the university in front of all my classmates, I feel my nipples harden and a strange tingling is born in my pussy rising all over my body warming it.
I've been waiting for days to stay alone with Angelo, my brother's best friend, who is spending a few days at home while they finish some works in his apartment in the center of the city. Angelo is the dream of any 20-year-old college girl like me, although he has been friends with my brother for more than five years, I had barely seen him before on a couple of occasions, only when I have moved with my brother to start my second year of college have, I begun to coincide more with him.
Unfortunately, every time we see each other he barely pays attention to me and treats me as if I were a little girl, firstly because I am the little sister of his best friend, secondly because always seen in wide clothes, I wear gafas and my hair covering part of my face causing hardly any boy to notice me, and thirdly because I'm sure I'm not the kind of girl who can get Angel's attention.
With his dark black hair, his honey eyes, his olive skin thanks to his Mediterranean heritage and his 6,3 feet of firm and muscular body I do not think that any girl is not attracted to him, at least it drives me crazy. If we also add to all the above her work in the Slave Market of the Stars of San Francisco, the most elite and important private market in the country, processing enslaved young women for sale, I have been since he arrived ten days ago sleeping excited and unable to avoid masturbating imagining that I am one of the girls who processes and who fucks with the huge cock that is guessed in his pants introducing me completely into slavery.
Although some of my friends tell me that I am sick having those dreams of slavery, I am sure from the looks that have been thrownat Angelo when they have seen him in my house and I have told them that he worked, that all of them have had fantasies similar to mine, after all in a society where almost 50% of university women and 20% of women under the age of 30 end up enslaved with a necklace around their neck and being owned by a man, fantasies of slavery are normal.
I leave the room and after crossing the whole house at an accelerated pace, I stop a few steps from my target for a few seconds to breathe and take a breath, panic invades me again and I am about to back down, 'Don't reject me, don't reject me;' I repeat myself againand again as I walk the last few meters to the bathroom where Angelo is showering.
It's not just that I don't want him to reject me because I've been wanting Angelo to me since I saw him swimming in the pool three months ago, and I know that if he rejects me I won't leave the room again in months, both because of the shame and the anger of my brother when he learned of my intentions; but it is also that I have been variors days without masturbating, since one morning after reaching orgasm in the shower imagining Angelo focalling me, I crossed paths with him and looked at me or up and down smiling as if he knew what I had just done.
I open the bathroom door and despite the steam from the shower I observe Angelo on his back in all its glory, his large back adorned with a tribal style tattoo that I had not observed before, his perfect ass and his firm and long legs, all full of tanned muscles, when reviewing his body several times with my gaze I quickly notice how my pussy gets wet instantly.
I run the shower screen decisively and I get inside approaching Angelo a little, who when I hear the door turns towards me allowing me to see him perfectly ahead, his marked biceps, his perfect abs and his flaccid cock colgando between his legs, a cock that manages to scare me to see his size, even that relaxed way it's bigger than any of the three guys' cocks I've fucked so far.
'You must be Alex, Marc's new slave girl;' Angelo tells me going over me from top to bottom and smiling satisfied at what he sees.
For a few moments I am about to tell him that he is wrong, that I am Alex, the Marc's sister, not Alexia who is what my old classmate is called that my brother has gone to pick up at the market after being enslaved a few days ago, but something inside me tells me that it is the perfect opportunity to enjoy with Angelo without any commitment.
'Alex is Master Marc's sister, I am Alexia and Master Marc has sent me to attend to him while he returns to the city to finish preparing my papers;' I answer him assuming the role of slave girl.
'Sorry Alexia I've confused my name;' he tells me, surprising me with his way of treating a slave girl. 'Look I told Marc to go to the offices where I work saying he's going on my side and not the federal registration office, it's going to take hours to complete the registration;' Angelo says getting a little closer to me, 'But what I win I can fuck you while he queues in the office.'
'You are very pretty Alexia, but you wear too many clothes for my taste;' he tells me, grabbing me by the waist and messing with him under the stream of water from the shower.
The impression of too hot water makes me let out a small cry of surprise that provokes a slight laugh in Angelo, who quickly graduates the water at a lower temperature.
'I'm sorry Alexia,' he tells me as he runs his hands all over my body; 'I like to shower with the very hot water;' he adds as he seizes one of my nipples. 'Relax my muscles after hours working with dozens of naked girls.'
For a few moments I think about answering something to Angelo, but in the end, I close my mouth gritting my teeth so as not to moan with pleasure when after releasing my bra he begins to pinch my nipples and kiss me gently on the neck.
'Let yourself go Alexia;' Angelo orders me, 'My job in the market is to make the newly arrived girls accept their slavery and surrender to pleasure, a new slave girls auctioned right after reaching orgasm gets 20% more sale value;' he continues to explain to me as he brings his hand to my pussy inside my panties.
As soon as I feel like two Angelo's fingers go into my pussy and take over my clitoris, I explode in an orgasm so intense that he has to hold me to prevent me from falling to the ground.
'Fuck Alexia! I have barely touched you and you have exploded in my hands; you are a natural submissive;' Angelo tells me, 'Marc has been very lucky with you, I know that my friend likes to keep his toys on the edge for hours, but in this time that you are going to spend with me you are going to have so many orgasms that you are going to end up begging me to stop.'
I want to protest Angelo's words in referring to me as a natural submissive, but her fingers moving back inside my pussy and his mouth sucking and biting my nipples make me forget anything other than my own pleasure.
