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First, some background. I am french, and this stories happened during my student years. I was about 21 or 22 years old and was very
broke. As I had to go to Paris to pass an exam, it really was an issue as staying in this city is very expensive, and I didn't have any aquaintance there that could accomodate me. The date was approaching and I was starting to be desperate when the idea came to my mind to post an add online. I briefly described myself, put some pics, explained that I needed to be hosted for 3 nights, and made clear that I was ready to offer any kind of compensation.

I don't remember how many responses I got - I think very few. But a guy contacted me and that was good enough for me. He was leaving in the suburbs, actually quite far from the location where I had to pass the exam, but I could not be picky. From the basic infos he was giving about himself, I assumed he was no psycho - I was quite borderline back then - and felt relieved to have the accomodation problem sorted out.

The day arrived, and I was very stressed by the exam, for which I was not fully prepared, and less concerned about anything else. I took the train to Paris, had a quick meal and went to the subway station where we had an appointement in the evening. The guy came (I tried to remember his name, couldn't, but it doesn't really matter).

He was in his mid- or late-30s, taller than me, sturdy and of arabic descent. His face was looking tough and overall he was not handsome, rather average, but very masculine.

In fact, he could have been my type would he have been a bit more friendly. But my effort to initiate a small talk as we were walking to his place were not very successful. He was neither very responsive nor chatty. After a while I stoped talking, as this man was really intimidating me, and I started to wonder if this all was a bad idea or a terrible idea. We reached his place in about 10 minutes. His flat was a rather small 2 room apartment, quite impersonal, but tidy and decent.

He showed me around, but I didn't dare to ask if he planed to have me sleep on the couch or in his bed. He let me settle and have a shower, while he was watching TV in the living room. When I joined him there, it was already dark outside. He said he had to wake up at 5.30 am to prepare for work, so that it was time to go to bed. I followed him in his sleeping room, which was not much bigger than its main furniture, a double bed.

He told me to undress - it was clearly time for me to fulfill my part of the agreement and offer the compensation expected for my stay, compensation which had never been very clearly defined. I was quite nervous. I already had sex before, but my sexual life had not been very active so far, and I was not that well-experienced. The situation was also a bit unsettling and I was queasy.

However I did what I was told, took off my shirt and pants, but kept my underwears. I'm rather small (172 cm, around 67 inches) with dark hair and brown eyes. I'm also slim, and back at the time I was having a teenager figure. Back then I didn't like my body that much, but knew I was ok-looking. Yet he was watching without doing anything to make me feel at ease, nor giving me any cue whether I was to his liking or not. When I was done, he took off his t-shirt and trousers. He was probably spending
some hours each week at the gym and was having a fit body, with hairy chest and legs. Then he laid on his back on the bed, took off his underwears and told me to come suck him off.

I approached his croach. His dick was already half-hard, cut and very thick. I started licking it, then put it in my mouth. It got quickly bigger as I was working on it, and soon I could not put all of it in my mouth. It was probably around 18 cm (7 inches), but I was doing my best to take it as deep as possible. I kept sucking him off for a couple of minutes. He was staying silent except for some groaning from time to time.

I had never taken any manly load in my mouth, but this time I was ready for it. To be honest, I was exterting myself to make him cum, so that we would be done with it and could sleep. I know it sounds like I was not into it - it's true. Although it was not unpleasant to suck his nice rock-hard cock, his cold behaviour was making me nervous. Until that point, I also had thought more about the advantage of having a place to stay, and less about what I would have to do for that. But now I could no longer delude myself about the ackwardness of the situation and I was feeling a bit of a whore.

He suddenly pushed me on the side, grabbed a condom on the bedtable and put it on his dick. Then he turned me on my belly and lifted my ass up and removed my underwear, exposing my butt. My head was in the pillow but I heard him putting some lube on his dick, then felt his fingers rubbing some on my ass. However he didn't put any finger inside.

I barely had the time to realise what was happening or processed it, that he was already presuring his dickhead against my hole. It didn't open at first, but for his next try he just pushed harder, managed to force the entrance and shoved at least 2/3 of his cock in one thrust. Nobody had ever penetrated me in such a rough way. In fact, I had only been fucked a few times by mid-size dicks, and the only time I had let a bigger one fuck me, I had to stop the guy in the middle because I could not stand it.

This time, the pain was ten times more excruciating. I don't know if the worst was my anal ring being forced by a cock that thick, or his dickhead breaching its way further in my insides and stretching them as never before.
It was hurting so bad that I cried, from surprise and from pain. But he didn't care and without losing a second, he was already ponding me, each thrust pushing his dick even deeper inside me. I think he didn't put enough lube, and maybe assumed that my ass had been more trained in the past.

But it hadn't. I was having the feeling to be ripped apart from the inside, I was biting the pillow in pain, and my right hand was clenching on the bedpost. But nothing was relieving the pain of my burning ass and insides, smashed and hammered by his merciless hard cock.

He carried on for a while. My body was trying to escape the assault, so at some point he pulled his dick out. But the relief was short-lived. He pushed my butt flat on the bed, spread my legs, pinned my back with his hand, and positioned again his cock against my hole. He penetrated me again in one go, but with less effort than the first time, bringing back the pain. He resumed kicking the shit out of me, and I was unable to make any move.

I wish I could say that the pain slowly disappeared, and that after a moment I started liking it. But that was not so. Even though the pain from the brutal penetration receded a little, even though my insides became a bit numb, the back and forth of his cock, its thickness and the rough hammering he was performing were badly torturing my ass. However I didn't ask him to stop. I felt myself bound by our agreement. I was hoping he would be finished soon. Unconsciously, I may also have liked that he was not giving a fuck about me and was just using my hole for his selfish pleasure. At least, that's how I see it today.

It went on like that for a couple of minutes, maybe three or four, which felt like an eternity. My head was still on the pillow, its top was bumping the frame of the bed with each new thurst. I was feeling his pubic hair against my ass. My insides were still burning and hurting, I was moaning constantly. Some thoughts were flashing in my head, I was wondering if my ass would be forever ruined, or if I will be able to pass my exam on the next day.

Suddenly, he started groaning on top of me, his thrusts became faster. He didn't say anything, but I understood he was about to cum. I had the feeling that he was even reaching some deeper part of me, and the pain was increasing again. But it didn't last very long. He groaned louder and dumped his load inside me. He kept moving his cock for a small while, then stayed on top of me for a longer moment, to recover from his orgasm.
After a short time, he pulled out his dick, which was for me both a brief pain and a huge relief. He removed the filled condom, grabbed his underwears and went to the bathroom without a word.

I stayed where I was, breathing heavily, also recovering, trying to gently touch my ass, afraid to find it wide-opened and smashed. When he came back a couple of minutes later, I also went to the bathroom where I stayed a longer moment, putting some fresh water on my butt as it was still badly burning. I think he was already sleeping when I went back in bed.


Remember that this story happened between two consenting adults. There is another part to it. I may write it when I have the time, and if people liked it.