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Border Town Debbie
The memories of my sexual past leave me with lot of heady sensations -
sexy, desired, and appreciated as a woman. But sometimes I feel vulnerable,
used, and then kept in an adulterous lifestyle. Maybe if at least part of my
story is told, I would handle living in this male dominated, double standard
world.( and the emotional hell women are put through if they seek the same
sexual rights as men! )
My name is Debbie and my husband's name is Mitch( neither our real
names) . We were both born and raised in a small American border town along the
Rio Grande River in west Texas. We are good old fashion American citizens
who can either talk with a southern drawl or instantly switch to fluent
Spanish. It really helps to know both languages when bargaining across the border
in Mexico.
Mexico is a place where men can exercise their double standards to the
maximum. Believe me, Mexican men are not alone- lots of anglos cross the Rio
Grande into Mexico and do the same things!
My story starts when I met Mitch. I eventually married him because
he's bright, from the same town, and graduated from the same University (
Hook'm Horns! ). I got real serious with him in college.
Yes, I did go out with other boys when I was younger, but my dearly
departed father was very domineering and stopped me from being wild.
Well, when I went off to college, I dated men but they all soon lost
interest because I could only muster a few glancing kisses and hand jobs.
I was about to graduate and wanted to catch a husband before all the
good ones were married off. So after a couple of dates and drinking about a
half a bottle of liquor, I finally "put out" for Mitch, . I don't know what
really happened but Mitch did make love in Spanish, which is a real turn on.
He knew exactly what to do.
Mitch is not a bragger in front of me. But I did over hear him say to
his student buddies about being a consummate lover because of the great
training his favorite "puta"(Spanish for whore) is giving him. When I heard
that, I was Mad! Its ok for men to fool around, But let a woman look for fun
with more than one guy - she'll be called a puta and be shunned by the whole
damn town! I bought up the overheard conversation but he said it was only
macho talk.
What did Mitch like about me? He said I was an elegant, statuesque
woman. I must agree. I'm tall, 5'7" (the Spanish in me), light brown (the
Mexican Indian part of me), but if out in the sun too long, I become almost
black, and have a nice, 36-24- 38 figure (Yes, I do have big rear end). I have
waist length black hair which I pulled back with a headband in my dating days
with Mitch. The reason for the headband in a moment.
Before marriage, sex with Mitch was ok, he was soft and tender. he
taught me how to give head to get him off but I would gag attempting to take
his six inch length. He would beg to see his hot jisam shoot straight into my
dolled up brown face and then watch it slowly droll from my open, dark red
lips.
The reason for the headband? Because the one time I did not wear it
left my mother in tears, and the incident changed my sexual lookout forever.
The story follows:
While we were back in our home town during spring break, some of his
cum got on my hair but I didn't notice it. At home, my very religious and
outspoken mother saw it and started a 15 minute tirade about "she knows what's
going on between Mitch and I, by coming home very late, liquor on my breath
, with my clothes missing buttons and stained, but now you come home with
bull semen in your hair ( when she says the phase in Spanish, it sounds down
right filthy ), you might as well quit college and earn money being a puta
in boy's town across the river."
She warned I had better marry Mitch immediately, because if I'm
running around with cum in my hair, no respectable man will marry me - the only
men allowing themselves to be seen with me would be old, fat drunks who just
want a blow job, or divorced macho men who would fuck you hard to have
their bastard babies!
She was incensed! I never heard such language from her before.
I fled in tears to the bathroom. Then with the door locked, I was
determined to put my mother through the same emotional hell.
I stripped off my clothes, put on extra heavy makeup to give me that
wanton look , climbed on top the counter opposite the large mirror and sat
there looking at, and then playing with myself, legs wide open. I let my
imagination run wild, I went loco.
Si, mother! You are right. I am a real whore, puta, slut! I loved
every minute of it. The bastard who fucked your juicy, Mexican daughter into a
cock hungry slut was big, bad, Baba.
MOM, He's an Ex con. He was in jail for pimping. I fell for his rock hard,
tattooed body. His bull size cock and plum size balls would pound my cunt
all night long , flooding me with his hot bull semen.
MOM! I loved him , I whored for him. He trained me to use my mouth and
cunt as I never have before and I still couldn't keep him satisfied!
Mom! are you listening! But at least now I can deep throat foot long
cocks , trap men in my cunt until their cocks and wallets are drained. Making
any man my slave with the way I can milk dick with my mouth. Yeah, his bull
dick never left the inside of his brown whore until I was thoroughly fucked
and trained .
Mom! For a whole week, I skipped classes to fuck and suck him and his
two other "teacher friends" from prison. They couldn't have enough of me. In
fact, sometimes I took on all three of them! That,s why I got so slim- I
existed on cum!
But that's not all your whoring daughter did. I was begging for more!
( on the other side of the bathroom door, my mother was gasping in disbelief
) He invited me to a football bash. Except I was the bash!
Mom, you know why I came home with my hair cut short? To hide the fact
I had my long hair beaded for the party. Let me tell you I looked more like
Baba's lover with a suntan so deep, than any of his other bitches. And mom,
with the things I could can do with my wickedly trained tongue and mouth,
men would never get to my pussy.
Mom! Wait! There's more! Baba took me to the best dress shop in San
Antonio and got me into the best cock teasing outfit: Lavender spiked heels
with matching thigh high leather skirt and a peek a-boo bra to have my dark
red tits on display through a see-through blouse. Mom I knew that my long,
brown naked legs would have men begging for my pussy.
No panties mom, no panties! Bo said they would only get in the way!
You know what Mom? My bull lover has turned your golden daughter into
an actual whore!
Mom, I had 25 Real studs in 3 hours! Bo was such a bastard through.
he charged each jock to have me but only gave me the whoring clothes he
bought for me.
Si, MOM! Your right, I am a Puta!
After screaming all of that out, I heard nothing but distant sobbing.
I put on a robe and dashed out to see my mother in tears on the sofa. We
cried together for what seemed like hours recalling how she was raised in a
very strict home and was emotionally bent by the macho mentality of once a man
claims his woman she is forbidden to see other men. If she does, the woman
becomes branded for life. she didn't want me to become branded.
I told her I still loved her, what she heard was not true and don't
worry about me being branded. Oh, How mature I sounded at 21, re-assuring my
mother that night.
My first rebellion against the double standard happened late in my
senior year of college.
Let me tell you what happened the night of the college formal. I wore
an above the knee black leather skirt( a classy girl wouldn't wear anything
higher ), sheer hose, and black high heels to accentuate my height. With
heels, I am an inch taller than Mitch. My top was an elegant, black tube top
with a string neck strap with just a hint of mid-riff showing. My face was a
knockout! It started with my almost waist length black hair, Pulled back
tight from my face with a black headband. My lips and nails a nice shade of red
with lots of midnight blue eye shadow. My high cheek bones were accented
with deep red rouge.
At this event, I re-discovered Mitch didn't like dancing. That's a
real let down because all latina women love to dance!
Well, here I was sitting with Mitch, incessantly begging him to dance
and finally he just walks away to talk to his buddies.
It didn't take anytime at all to be spotted alone . At first I said no
to everyone, proving to Mitch I loved him. But then I saw him having a good
time with his buddies. That was it! I disappeared into the bar area and
ordered a stiff drink- and then another.
I saw a tall, dark figure pass and then return. I wanted to ignore
him, but when I looked up I recognized Wes. His full name was Miguel Weston
Jones of Panamanian descent. He was a tall, 6' 2'' hunk of a man with a bushy
afro. His muscular physique showed through his tux. "What's a stunning lady
like you being alone here - why it's a real sin", he said.
I thanked him for the compliment. He sat down next to me and in no
time had me in a much better mood. The bar stools were getting hard and he
suggested we move to a far corner table, which I readily agreed. As we were
moving into the padded seats, Wes was so tall his head hit the low hung light
over our table, causing the light go out and the area to get dimly light.
He joked, saying he should be always wearing his football helmet. But
with him now seating right next to me, I said his well kept hair should not
be hidden, and that I liked it allot. With that remark, I ran both of my
hands slowly through his hair. What a thrill to feel his hair! It felt tough
and strong - just how I was imaging the rest of his body would be. With my
hands almost to the back of his neck I just let the rest of my body continue to
move forward and my lips pressed against his. My hands moved to feel his
big chest and his solid groin. I released his mouth and just breathed slowly
in his ear. He whispered seeing and admiring me all night, and then we
exchanged wonderful butterfly kisses with our tongues.
He stroked my sides with his massive hands, making my tongue probe
deeper. Wes then started his hands tweaking and massaging my nipples from the
outside of my tube top. Then with one expert move reached under and pulled
the top up and over my breasts, exposing both of them for his sampling. His
mouth quickly moved there with his tongue and his sloppy wet lips giving me
little Os'. His giant, roving hands were gently stroking my knees and thighs
causing my massaged thighs to open for his plundering. Juices were flowing.
With all this going on, I was sliding half way down my seat exposing sheer,
black nylon tops. Even in my stupor, I saw his eyes fixated with the sight
of the black tops, red grater belt, lush brown skin, and smell of my animal
driven juices coming from the hot box between my legs. While his mouth was
roaming my upper body , one of his hands began inching its way to my love
channel -pushing my skirt even higher. On an impulse, I groped for his groin and
found something huge. It must have been twice Mitch's length and fatter.
He said in a low, deep voice he was proud of his tool but he has seen a
couple of white boys with bigger ones. That tone of voice and the thought of so
many huge cocks instantly gave me a shudder throughout my body. As his
fingers were following my wetness, he deftly pushed aside my panties with one
finger, and he gently, but firmly plunged his middle finger into my eager cunt.
I was squirming with delight. With his deep soul kisses and rhythmic
fingering, I was in rapture.
But what a sight! I went to the Formal, thinking I was the most chic woman
there - now, I had my tits, legs, and cunt exposed to the world, with some
football jock finger-fucking me!
Could a real whore look any better?
At that point, the music stopped, creating instant sobriety - knowing Mitch
would be looking for me. I pushed Wes off telling him that I was about to be
engaged and left him there. On the way back the bartender called me over. He
was an older, classicly handsome, Macho looking man with tall, dark
features, slightly pocked marked face, and a couple of gold teeth. Just the type of
man my mother warned me about. He remarked that nobody had seen what was
going on back there but also he wanted my phone number because his hands wanted
to make love to my beautiful behind!
With that last remark, the juicy feeling down there, and Wes's bites
and salvia still tingling and wetting the private parts of my brown body, my
college educated brain was calling me a dirty, cock teasing slut. At that
instant, I didn't give a damn, I wanted more.
I found Mitch and he attempted to makeup for wandering off by dancing
a couple of slow ones with me. However, out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Wes and the bartender talking together and eyeing me. Then I saw a tall blond
walk up to the bartender and kiss him( blonds are suckers for latin men ).
Wes continued to look at me. I wondered if I was keeping his tool hard with
the sight of my dress still higher than what it should be and my aroused
nipples poking the tube top. Is the aroma of my love cunt, still fresh on his
fingers, driving him crazy?
Mitch's "friends" came over and badgered him about having a final
round of drinks with the boys "across". What could I do? What should I do? If I
said no, his friends would call him a wimp. He just left, saying he'll make
up for it next weekend. There I was, the best looking woman there! I turned
round to look for Wes and he was already at my side. He offered to extend my
evening by joining the bartender, Juan, with his girlfriend, Tish. I gave
Wes a nod and a wink as we walk to bar.
Juan was about 48 and lived across the Rio Grande in Mexico and knew
the best dance places there. Tish was about 35, tall with a broad rear, and
looked as if she had been around a couple times. She still looked good with
her short skirt, shoulder length blond hair and breasts which were too big
for her blouse.
Since Mitch was going to be in the nearby Mexican town, I suggested we
go to the other Mexican border town about 60 miles away. Juan and Wes
laughed and I blushed - Tish, a puzzled look on her face. The name of the Mexican
town, when translated, means "black rocks". Since Tish didn't understand any
Spanish, Juan had to explain. Tish, with a wry smile said, "I hope there's
enough rocks to go around."
We secretly left the hall and took off to Mexico in Juan's car with
Wes and I in the back. Wes in no time started where he left off in the
darkened booth. I had my legs open for his probing fingers. Ahhh! I felt good -I
unzipped his pants and his mighty meat sprang up for my inspection and
adoration.It was the huge size I expected before in the bar.I gave it a few quick
licks but Juan said a cop was following behind and wanted us to get dressed.
Shortly, we had reached the bridge and the border crossing.
In no time we found a bar with a good dance band.
It was a hot, humid night and with nonstop dancing, the leather skirt made
the sweat drip off of me.. We all went outside to cool off and found a curio
shop still open. Tish and I went in to find something lighter for me to
wear. All they had were traditional, long peasant dresses with a bare shoulder
top. The length would have made the dress still too hot. Tish thought of a
solution and we went in the back with the shopkeeper and I emerged wearing a
cutoff at mid-thigh peasant dress. My long, bare legs created
approving,lustful stares from Juan and Wes.
We drifted into another bar that was nearly empty but the trio was
still playing. I loved the slo gin they served and with the heat, humidity, and
dancing I was hot, wet and getting wild. I was flashing my black panties on
the dance floor to Wes and anybody else looking. Young Wes looked
apprehensive about dealing with such a wild woman, while Juan and Tish were dancing,
smiling and whispering to each other.
Then Juan asked to change partners which Wes went along with. The
number quickly ended and then a slow tune started. Juan quickly guided me to the
other end of the floor and started his magic. It began with his hands
guiding gently over my buttocks through my dress and then going back to raise them
slightly.
That action gave me a little spark around my clit. But all done discretely
and oh so gently. By that time Tish was beginning too run her nails along
Wes's spine. Since I was braless my nipples were responding to the intentional
rubbing Juan was causing with his chest. He was making me weak and juicy
with his movements along with whispering sweet Spanish nothings in my ear.
Then I had a tremble of arousal. Juan asked if I needed to go to the
bathroom. I remained silent and tried to keep to the beat- All the while
thinking of the conflicts in me : shouldn't I be dancing with Wes? Is it right
to runoff to have fun to get even with Mitch? Juan was the type of man my
mother warned me about But he was really turning me on!
Juan asked me about the bathroom again. I looked around and I saw Wes
now chewing on Tish's ear. Seeing that action, I got the urge for the
bathroom. Wes guided me through the back hallway and out the back door saying the
bathrooms here were too dirty and there were cleaner ones just down the
street.
With my high heels and drunken state, Juan had to steady me as we walked
the dirt alley. We stopped behind another bar and went into the small restroom
adjoining the alley.
Wes boldly stepped in with me, aligned me with the john and told me to pull
down my panties and sit down. All in a pleasant but firm voice. We both were
silent as I was draining myself.
Juan standing in front of me with a 9 or 10 inch hard-on straining his
zipper. I'm sure he was admiring my shiny, sweaty bare shoulders and cleavage.
When I finished, Juan kneeled down and told me he needed to clean me and to
open my legs. I was confused just long enough to offer no resistance as Juan
spread them and quickly made a shift strike with his tongue right on the
hood of my clitoris. The pleasure was so intense, I slammed my legs up against
and then on top of his shoulders forcing my legs up in the air. He was
sucking and licking me into heaven. Nobody had done this to me before! With each
lick and nibble I trusted my pussy up harder against his mouth and clever
tongue. Then Juan stopped, but my body couldn't stop. I was delirious and
forced his head back down. I became a begging bitch in heat- Don't stop! I'll
do anything for you. I"ll suck you, I'll fuck you, just don't stop! That
got to him. He slide his rough, old hands underneath my dress, and up and down
my sweat slick flesh. he kneed and pinched my swaying tits. Juan then lifted
my sweat soaked dress completely off. Except for my headband and high heels,
my damp brown, excited body was his for the taking.
My olive skinned legs were still wrapped around his neck, when I was
lifted up onto the wash counter. I spread my willing pussy as his bulbous
cock came out to penetrate my swollen, dripping hot box. His cock was two
inches more than I had ever known and after a few slow trusts Juan's cock pounded
deeper and deeper into me. The grinding thrusts had me in ecstasy until he
came with one, long deep plunge. he fixed his cock deep within me until all
of his wickedly hot jizism stopped flowing. We remained locked in lust, with
sweat from our over-heated bodies puddling on the floor.
Juan eventually moved off and wanted to hurry back . I slipped on my dress
but my panties were too soiled to wear.
Before stepping out of the small restroom Juan looked at my made up face
with lust, and said he had to smell my wonderful box again. He immediately
lifted me up on the counter again and dove into my naked love box. It was just
as good as before but again he suddenly stopped, he ordered me not to move
and then walked out the door, The door was unlocked. I didn't want to move. I
wanted him to pound my empty cunt again! I guess old men can only do it once
a night. I couldn't move anyway because the high heel on one foot was
struck in the towel rack!
My heart would pound harder as unknown footsteps would approach and then
fade. What would I do if a strange man entered the bathroom?
Whom would he think I was?
Six hours ago I was stunning, but prim and proper lady and now I was in a
dirty bathroom wearing nothing but a cheap dress, with my legs guiding men to
my exposed cunt that's filling the bathroom air with the scent of a bitch in
heat.I wanted any man meat to come in and satisfy me!
I heard foot steps again, the door opened and it was Wes. He quickly closed
the door and stood between my opened legs and grinned a broad white smile
down on me. While he slowly removed his shirt, stared into my eyes and
described how he is going to ravage me. He pushed my dress up to expose, suck and
chew on my melons. His huge ,hard tool was rubbing the outside of my
throbbing love box as it was getting lubbed from Juan's jiszm oozing out of my
cunt. I was pleading to plunge his cock into my cunt. Then I felt the hard,
jizmed head entering, pushing past my liberia, slowing filling and expanding my
pussy. Wes's slow but eager persistence, had me lubbed and penetrated till I
was slamming my body against his.
After one great final ram deep in my cunt, Wes withdrew his cock and
quickly straddled me on the counter, putting his cock into my eagerly waiting
mouth. I felt his hot throbbing cock on my tongue. Wes became more demanding as
he used his hands on my head wanting both to caress my now disheveled hair
and to use my mouth as cunt. He came with hot, forceful spikes of cum for 20
seconds. I savored and swallowed what I could, but cum went everywhere.
Knowing other people could be coming, we quickly cleaned up and left to rejoin
Juan and Tish.
Juan and Tish were sitting down, waiting for us. Tish immediately jumped up
to call me a cheap, ass fucked whore . At that moment I realized the I
crossed the line from the spurred woman and had become a woman I hated Mitch to
visit.
Juan calmed down Tish by saying he called Wes to really satisfy me. Then
Tish agreed with a put down on Juan- "Your right, it takes you one hour before
you can come and then I couldn't feel your cock." "Well", I said to myself,"
if this ass fucked whore could get an old fart to get swelled up hard and
pound me into the wall, I must be the greatest cunt on two legs." We left the
bar for home with Tish still embrassing Juan, one satasified young hunk, and
one wowam would not longer wait around for any man to give me fun and
satisfaction.
Mitch never discovered why I didn't return till next morning. Mitch gave up
his old ways after our marriage, at least for a while - But that's another
story.
Border Town Debbie
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