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Until the day Walter's birthday arrived, he was eagerly waiting for the moment to penetrate me for the first time; on that day he had a day off from work and we went shopping. With cake in hand, we arrived home, he set it aside and said that first comes the gift and then the celebration. Despite being scared of my first sexual experience, I decided to go for it. We went to the room and I saw that it was beautifully decorated with rose petals, I liked that. We undressed and started kissing each other lovingly, sucking his cock until it was hard, and he grabbed my ass to lick it. Scared, I let him lick my ass, it was sensational until the moment he tried to penetrate me. I was trembling with fear, he grabbed a cream, rubbed it on my ass, then put his cock at the entrance of my ass and forcefully penetrated me. I screamed in pain as his cock got lost inside me. I pulled his cock out of my ass and received a slap from him. I fell off the bed and started crying, touching my ass which had traces of blood. He hugged me, carried me back to bed and said, "Turn around, damn it, I want your ass!" He was desperate, flipped me over and cleaned me with a cloth, seeing the traces of blood. He said that was just the beginning and that it wouldn't hurt anymore after a few minutes. While kissing me and wiping away my tears, he was scared and didn't know what to do, to be honest.

Minutes passed and he asked me to sit on his cock, which was hard and rigid. I obeyed, feeling it enter me, causing pain and fear. I received another slap, but I didn't talk about it. With his cock inside me, he waited a few minutes, then started moving slowly, hitting my ass hard as I grunted in pain at each thrust. "Endure it and don't cry," he said, "this is yours, my love." Eventually, he ejaculated inside me and when he pulled out his cock, I felt relief and a huge burning sensation in my ass.

I spent two months with Walter, but he gradually became unbearable and treated me badly, perhaps due to the pain caused by each penetration. I sometimes cried from the pain, it was sad days for me. I came to hate him to the point where he started hitting me. Every time he got excited, he would penetrate me forcefully, forgetting how much it hurt. So, one morning while I was at work, I decided to escape from his house, taking 1000 euros he had saved, and I never saw him again. I returned to Valencia, my birthplace, as he threatened to kill me if I escaped and swore to find me no matter what.

So, I stayed with a childhood friend who rented me a room to live in. Perhaps that's why my mom never could find me, as she had Walter's address.