Porn magazine transformation (english version)

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Porn magazine transformation (english version)
The editorial staff in which I worked dealt with the creation of adult magazines.
We created newsletters with naked or half-naked women,
with stories and dirty jokes.
There was always a poster with a cover girl inside.
Every month a new magazine was published.
A lot of people were eager to buy our magazine.
One day I stayed longer at work, there was a lot of work to do,
and soon a new number was to be released.
I finished placing photos and descriptions.
Finally, I had the first copy of the magazine ready.
Now all you had to do was print a lot of copies.
We had a friendly printing house.
I took the first copy of the magazine with me and went to the printing house.
After an hour I arrived. I parked my car in a parking lot at a nearby housing estate, because there were always cars from nearby companies under the printing house.
I went to the door
and pressed the bell, but no one answered, nobody opened the door.
I took hold of the door handle and to my surprise the door opened.
I went inside and called, is anyone here?
Nobody was there.
After a while, I decided that I would print the first series of the newspaper myself.
We have done this several times before.
The head of the printing house was friends with the head of our editorial office.
When there was no one in the printing house, we could use it.
I turned on the machine. I uploaded a previously prepared copy of the magazine to the printer’s computer.
The machine started and the pages of the magazine were printed.
Suddenly something strange happened!
I noticed some strange flashes. The machine kept printing so everything was ok.
After a while the flashes again and I felt very strange, I lost consciousness.
The printer worked all the time. From the side, it looked like someone had disappeared from the workplace. The machine sucked an employee into the interior ….
Unfortunately, no one noticed that, the employee was alone in the printing house.
After being güvenilir bahis siteleri sucked in at the same time, a printed poster with a beautiful model from the cover of a new magazine came out of the machine.
The machine continued printing. The employee became part of one of the many newspapers. If only someone were there, you could put this paper away and try to reverse the process.
All pages were folded into ready-made magazines for sale.
The next day, a print shop employee came to work and noticed a finished series of magazines.
He called the editorial office that ready magazines could be picked up.
In the editorial office everyone was surprised that their man made newspapers and disappeared without a word, he did not answer the phone.
Had he finished his job and just left?
I woke up after a few hours, it was a very strange feeling.
I couldn’t move, it was dark around. I could smell freshly printed magazines.
What happened ? Am I still in the print shop? why the light is off
I didn’t know what was going on. I heard someone’s voice ….
Someone asked for a new porn magazine issue.
I felt movement, someone moved me from where I lay.
I could still see the darkness. I heard a twang of money. I felt a strange curl. I was hidden somewhere. In some bag?
Is that ???? I couldn’t explain it. How is it possible that someone bought me and picked me up so easily and took me with him?
After some time I was already in the house of a stranger ….
I was taken out of a bag or something similar.
I tried to speak but I couldn’t. As if I could only think, hear and feel, but I couldn’t make any sound.
I heard the guy’s voice:
– I’ve waited a long time for this number! My favorite female inside mmmm
– What bitch? I thought
“Oh, I can’t wait for it to squirt on this hooker!”
You’ll be all flooded with my cum! mmmmm
– I felt movement. The guy started browsing the magazine. Suddenly he stopped … and then I saw him. I saw a stranger with a dick outside bets10 giriş the pants. He masturbated.
– Oh there is a beautiful poster, I was waiting for a new mmmm poster
The previous whore was completely destroyed by my sperm.
I spurted on her so many times that this whore was beyond recognition. Now it’s your turn!
– oh what the hell? I? I’m a poster from a porn magazine?
how is this possible ???? Why do I still have all my senses?
Help! it’s a mistake!
The guy snatched the poster from the newspaper and put it on the bathroom floor.
All I saw was his big dick above me.
I begged, I asked him to stop, but to no avail.
The guy masturbated and moaned quietly.
I could not believe what I see and what I am.
I could only look at what was happening.
The guy said I was his hooker and that he would flood me with his hot cum. He thinks I’m just a slut in the picture!
He doesn’t know I’m a man!
He doesn’t know I’m alive!
Oh god, how should I communicate with him ??
He wants to spurt on me!
Oh no, why did this happen to me?
It didn’t last long and a shot of hot cum spurted from his cock straight on my face and body.
I felt his sperm break into me. the paper got wet. Everything soaked in me.
My body was slightly deformed by his wet sperm.
I even felt the taste and smell of this wet substance.
It is impossible !!!!
– Oh yeah you get what you deserve, bitch! said the guy and took me with him and put me in a drawer before closing the drawer he said:
– sit here! Tomorrow you will get another portion of my fresh cum!
The rest of the day and the whole night I was alone in a dark drawer.
The next day the guy pulled me out again.
– Oh, you look so much better today with my dried sperm.
Today you will get more, I’m horny. You are my bitch! My cock likes to destroy whores like you! He said.
I was terrified, I didn’t know how many of his ejaculations could take.
I’m just a piece of paper ….
The guy pulled out his cock again, looked at me and moved his cock. bets10 güvenilir mi His cock quickly got hard.
He quickly gave a huge load of cum. I felt that it was slowly destroying me. His sperm deformed the paper.
After all, he put his cock on me and slowly spread the sperm. I could feel his dick pulsing.
After that he put me back in the drawer.
The guy was a real maniac. The more I was covered in cum, the more horny the guy was.
Every day he pulled me out, filled me with cum and put me in a drawer.
After a few days I heard that only a few more times he would finish with me. He called me a dirty whore. His cock was tearing me more and more as he rubbed it on paper.
When he flooded me with hot cum, I felt like wet rubbish. I’m his wet rag!
The paper was getting more and more deformed day by day. The guy moaned and said that I no longer look like the beginning, but I will still take a few loads. More and more cum on me … He didn’t stop.
He did it regularly ….
His sperm was destroying my body, there was practically nothing to see on the poster, only cum stains …
Once upon a time a guy, as always, pulled a poster out of a drawer.
Today is your special day, bitch! You drank so much of my cum. Nobody will recognize you anymore! You look like old stained paper! You’re not so pretty anymore! Time for a new bitch!
Tomorrow comes the new issue of the porn magazine.
We’ll have to say goodbye and tomorrow I will have a new girl to play with.
The guy pulled his cock out of his pants and started playing with it. This time the guy grabbed the poster in his hands and touched it with his dick. He rubbed against the poster, leaving wet marks.
Every now and then he massaged the penis with his hand. The guy shot the sperm straight at the poster.
The wet poster was very delicate. The guy pressed his cock to the paper.
His hot, wet cock slowly broke through the wet paper. He passed through. His cock made a hole in the paper.
Oh bitch! You are a total rag! You are no longer good for anything.
You are just rubbish!
The guy wiped the remains of cum on a torn poster.
He crushed the poster in his hands and tossed it into the trash bin.
Now it’s time for another bitch!
(I’d love to see someone take such photos based on my story)

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