CHAPTER IV

The whore is so morbid and likes being a whore so much that she not only likes watching herself get fucked in the mirror, she also loves recording herself while they put it in her, when she pleasures herself alone by sticking dildos up her ass or simply wearing little thongs, moving and practicing how to provoke. She keeps the photos and videos for herself, but she also likes sending others the ones where faces can’t be seen. Because even from a distance she likes to provoke and be desired. Each time it goes further and she knows it perfectly well; over time she feels more and more like a whore, and that is how she wants to be seen, like a big faggot, like a whore, up close or from a distance, but as a whore.

But the beach still has total preponderance for Andrea. Josean marked her when he initiated her at the beach. No longer for surfing, but the whore loves being naked at the beach, seeing males, seeing cocks, and having them see her ass. Besides, she loves exploring hiding places, getting in among the cliffs, eager to find a male willing to use her right there, on the sand, like a beach faggot. In the end that was what she was; that was where she had developed her vocation, and now there were no taboos, she was clear on what she was and was very proud of it. She likes going to Lastrón beach, getting in among the reeds, and if she found one she liked, sucking him off.

She sometimes likes going back to the beach where she had sucked cock for the first time, a beautiful beach on the Cantabrian coast, and besides getting into the water and swimming, climbing up to a promontory that is a known cruising area. There, besides sucking cock, they have rammed it into her, they have fucked her hard while holding her by the hips. There, enjoying the spectacle of seeing the sea from above, they have been giving her cock up the ass; for her that is paradise. But she herself was also sometimes quite a spectacle for some man wandering around there, and she liked it, she liked them realizing she was a complete whore and seeing how they were fucking her. It was a small part of a fantasy that for her was impossible: that everyone knew she was not a man, that she was a fucking faggot, that she did not like being respected either, that she loved being called things—whore, faggot, slut, whatever the male who was fucking her and whoever was watching felt like saying.

Nevertheless, she maintained the Andrés/Andrea dichotomy. Andrés at home, with his wife and children who were already in their twenties, and Andrea for her escapes with males who made her feel so, so much through the ass. For Andrea, an incredible moment of the session was when she was spread-legged with the male’s cock ready to penetrate, that prior moment when she knew the male was going to ram it into her up to the very balls.

Andrea now has little to do with that Andrés, the boy who surfed and sucked off some older men he liked on that nudist beach or on ...