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Ash was the perverted one. She talked me into …

Ash was the perverted one. She talked me into doing all kinds of fucked up things from the time I was born until this very day. She was the naughty twin, the one that concocted the risky plans. I was the sweet twin, the one who always gave in to her sister. I let Ash decide where we went and when we went there. I let her dictate who our friends would be and when we were old enough she even chose what guys we would date. 

“Why do we always share guys. I’ve met other sets of twins and they all date their own guys?” I asked her. It had been like this for ages. We were waiting for Alexander to come over. He was a boy Ash had met in her chemistry class. 

“We’re different than other sets of twins. We share everything, silly. Don’t you want to share with me?” she asked. For a moment her eyes teared up and I could tell it hurt her feelings that I even thought about not sharing a guy with her. She’d been like this a long time, and part of me understood it, but part of me knew it was wrong. “Come here,” she said, pulling me to her and kissing me deeply. That’s right. She had been fucking me for a long time now. 

Ash had been my first everything. She was my first kiss, the first person to touch my pussy, to lick me there. I remembered how we had hidden it all from everyone until one day Ash had decided that we were old enough that we could let some other people know how close we really were. 

“He’s here!” I called as I saw his car pull up. Ash gave me an evil grin as she moved to the door and opened it. She was waiting for Alexander with her arms outstretched. She pulled him to her, and she kissed his cheek. 

“Wow, you really are twins!” Alexander looked from Ash to me, and back again. 

“This is Jessa,” Ash introduced me to him. I leaned in for a hug and I could smell his cheap body spray. I looked up at Ash, questioningly. Alexander wasn’t like most of the guys she’d brought home. He was actually more of my type. He was nerdy, but cute. He had a nice, patient smile and a sexy soul. I felt a connection to him, instantly. 

“Do you like him?” Ash asked me.

“Yes,” I said, blushing. 

“Kiss him,” she ordered me. I obeyed and I shared a nice, long kiss with Alexander. I felt the chills running through my body. They touched the tips of my toes and the top of my head. I was buzzing with happiness. “Now kiss me,” Ash said, pulling me jealously from him. She kissed me deeply and I kept my eyes on Alex. His mouth dropped as Ash slipped her tongue into my mouth and began to peel my clothing off of me. 

“Wow, you are twins but you kiss?” he asked, stupidly. 

“Yeah, get naked dumbass!” Ash said playfully. 

“Don’t call him that!” I chastised her. She pulled me to the bedroom. 

“Come on, dumbass!” Ash yelled to Alexander. He didn’t seem upset. He quickly ran after us and watched as Ash spread my naked body all over the bed. She parted my pussy lips and licked me with the skill of a well-known lover. She knew how to make me cum better than any other person on the planet, and I loved her so much for that. 

“FUCK!” I screamed as I came. Alexander was naked now and he was at my side, his mouth on mine. We kissed as Ash licked my pussy. I looked down at her to make sure she was okay, and that she wasn’t getting jealous of the way I was making out with Alexander. She gave me a naughty, little look that told me she was having fun and that I should too. Her hand shot over to Alexander’s cock and she stroked it for a bit before she took her mouth from my pussy and wrapped it around his cock. 

Alexander twisted himself a bit until he got his head down between my legs. He licked my pussy for me, and though he didn’t have much of a clue of what he was doing, he tried his best and I used my pussy to push myself against his tongue until I made myself cum. 

“Get on top of his dick,” Ash suddenly ordered me. Before I knew it he was flat on the bed and I was on top of him, my pussy wrapped around his cock. I rocked on his dick as Ash sat on his face. She leaned in to kiss me and we made out as I rode his cock and she rode his face. It was such a beautiful moment when I came, yet again. Ash made herself cum as well.

“Uh, I came,” Alexander said as she moved off of his face. 

“Let me have that pussy!” Ash smiled at me and I knew what she wanted. This was her favorite part. She didn’t like cum straight from the cock very much, but she said when it was mixed with my pussy juices it is her favorite taste in the world. Alexander watched with interest as Ash cleaned the cum from her pussy. Before I knew it he had his semi-hard cock in my mouth and I could taste my own pussy on him as I sucked him hard again. 

Ash was enjoying my pussy, but she she saw how hard Alexander was getting she ordered him to lay back on the bed. She sucked him a bit before she motioned for me to join her. We gave him a dual blowjob. I sucked on his balls while Ash sucked his cock. 

“Get up here, he’s about to cum. I want you to get a facial!” Ash screamed at me urgently. That sounded fun and so I got my face right up near his cock. 

“This is the hottest day of my life! Twins!” Alexander yelled out right before he began to groan with pleasure. His sperm began to spray everywhere as Ash stroked him expertly. We both leaned in, instinctually and opened our mouths. His hot cum sprayed all over our faces and tongues. It got all over our long, blonde hair. Some of it even hit Ash in the tits. 

“YES!” Alexander moaned as he finished. 

“Thanks for the cum, dumbass!” Ash laughed. Then she and I began to lick his cum off of each other. I don’t know why, but the was my favorite part. The look on Alexander’s face was priceless. He looked at us like we were the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. 

slut-problems: Pastor Rick had found Melba on …

slut-problems:

Pastor Rick had found Melba on the streets, walking aimlessly. She was homeless and she was begging people for loose change or whatever other things they would give her. She would take food or drink, and anything else people were willing to give her. She had a glazed over, glassy look in her eyes that Pastor Rick recognized. She had given up on her life and she had lost all hope. 

He watched as Melba asked for change to each person that passed by and he waited to see if anyone was willing to give her greasy, homeless body a warm blanket, or a bit to eat but no one stopped. No one gave her anything. She crouched down on the side of the road and bowed her head. She began to cry silently, her tears shimmering like gold in the moonlight. 

Pastor Rick got out of his car and he walked to her. He held out a ten dollar bill to her and she grabbed for it and then looked up at him as if to question why he was being so kind. She said nothing as she took the ten and tucked it into a pocket. She didn’t smile or acknowledge him, and he realized then how forgone she was. She couldn’t be more than twenty-years-old, but she was covered in a layer of dirt and he wanted to help her, he really did. 

“I have a place for you to stay if you want to get out of the weather,” he told her and he offered his hand to her. She didn’t take it immediately. She paused as if she were thinking, contemplating all of her alternatives. 

“Where?” she asked. 

“I live nearby and I have a shower and a bed there for you. I may even have some fresh clothes for you if you don’t mind helping me out with something.” 

“What do you need help with?” she asked. 

“I need help with a lot of things. Maybe you can pick one to help me with?” he asked her. He reached for her hand and this time she stretched out her own to meet his and he pulled her up to standing. He helped her into his car and he began to drive back to his church. He knew that he could help her if she only would trust him. 

They arrived at the church and Pastor Rick took her back to his own quarters where he found a fresh towel and made sure there was a razor and some soap for Melba to clean herself with. 

“Here you are,” he said to her. “Just put your clothes outside the door and I will throw them in the washer for you.” 

“Okay,” she said and he waited for her to get into the shower. He went to the lost and found and pulled out a few items for Melba to wear while her clothes washed and dried. He hadn’t tried to work his magic on her yet. He wasn’t even sure if she was hot or not underneath the layers of filth and grime the streets had left on her. He wasn’t certain he even wanted to use her yet, until she emerged from the shower, her eyes bright and her cheeks rosy. Not only was she beautiful, she was stunning. She had used some of the make-up another girl had left in his bathroom earlier that week and she looked almost normal, except for the anxious way her eyes darted around the room like someone was coming for her. 

“Come sit down with me,” he said and he motioned for her to sit on his bed next to him so he could talk to her. “Listen,” he said and he turned his gaze deep inside of her. He stared into her soul, using his powers of hypnosis and suggestion to get Melba to do anything that he wanted. “You are mine now,” he told her. “You are going to help me and my congregation spread the truth about Jesus Christ now. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” she said in a monotone voice. She was already under his spell. It had been too easy. Now all he needed to do was tell her what he wanted her to do. 

“You are going to serve my cock for me, emptying it as often as you can. I want you to use all of your holes. I want your pussy, your asshole and your mouth. You will want to give them to me whenever I ask you. Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” she said. 

“Good. Now come here and suck on my cock for me. I like your make-up, by the way. It looks nice on you.” 

“It was in the bathroom,” she said. 

“I know. Now suck my cock,” he said and he pulled it out of his pants for her and even he was shocked at how much tenacity Melba put into her cock sucking. She worked his cock with her mouth in ways that most women were unable. She must have been a little abuse victim for the way she sucked cock and he was excited about this new find! He wanted to try using her in every possible way and in every possible hole, but for now he was solely focused on using her mouth, on fucking it as brutally as she would let him. 

She was so hypnotized by him that her eyes kept rolling back into her head as he used her face. He worked his cock in and out of her mouth, pushing it down her throat as far as it would go. She took it without choking, confirming that she was either an abuse victim or a hooker. Either way, Pastor Rick was rejoicing on his good find! He was enjoying the way she took his cock down her throat, the way she didn’t even choke. It felt like he was fucking a pussy and he loved every second of it! 

“I’m going to cum, you slut! You want the cum all over your face?” She looked up at him with sad, used eyes and he decided that he would cum all over them. He pulled his cock out and he smiled sadistically at her. 

“Open your pretty eyes nice and wide for Pastor Rick,” he commanded her and he watched as she obeyed. Then, with great aim he shot his load all over those pretty, brown eyes. She flinched as the cum landed in her eyes and he finished himself off all over the rest of her face. “Take the Holy Semen all over your stupid face, whore. It will cleanse you of all your sins.” She touched the cum on her face and looked at him with disdain for a moment. 

“Now wipe it off of your face and eat it. This is the Holy Semen. If you ingest it, it will bring you eternal life,” he said. 

“What if I don’t want eternal life?” she asked. “What if I just want to die?” 

“That can be arranged, whore, but you’d better eat my cum before I beat the shit out of you,” he said raising his hand to her. She flinched again and then followed his orders, eating his cum obediently. 

“See, Melba. You did it! Now all you have to do is follow my orders and you’ll be just fucking fine.” 

“Are you going to rape all of my holes?” she asked. She didn’t seem afraid, or even surprised by the situation. 

“Of course I am. Isn’t that what you want?” he smiled at her sadistically. 

“I’m just happy to have a warm place to sleep,” she said. “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t give me that bullshit about the Holy Semen.” 

“It’s not bullshit, Melba. My semen is fucking Godly, and to insist otherwise is blasphemous and is punishable by death.” 

“Cool,” she said. “I’ve been wanting to die for a long time.” 

“Well then, whore, I’m happy to help. I’m all about the long, slow, torturous deaths though,” he told her and he gave her a sneer he usually reserved for the mirror. He was always having to put on a front for his congregation that he was a nice guy that was just trying to help. Melba had seen through all of that and for that he was glad. Now he had a girl he could fuck with that knew all about what a heinous and horrible man he really was. He would help her die, most definitely. She would die a slow, painful death filled with brutal beatings and hard fucking from his cock in every one of her stupid, little holes. 

Dumpster face.

Dumpster face.

slut-problems: I’d watched them working on the…

slut-problems:

I’d watched them working on the house all week, and honestly they were all fucking hot with their jeans, work boots and tool belts. I wanted to fuck all of them, but I would have settled for just one of them. The hottest one was named Mike and he was the head contractor. He was always asking me to walk around the site and approve of things, but I was mainly just approving of his fine ass as I followed him around, nodding my head in agreement with whatever he said. 

I masturbated a lot that week, excusing myself to my bedroom and whipping out my vibrator. I didn’t hold back the screams as I came while I thought about fucking every single one of those construction workers. I walked out of my room after a particularly intense masturbation session to see Mike standing right outside of my door. Next to him was Mitch, his right-hand man. 

“I’m so sorry, Miss Webb. We were looking for you and we were just about to knock.” I smiled coyly. 

“So I’m guessing you probably heard all of that?” I might have been screaming, “Oh Mike, fuck me! Fuck me!” and I blushed as I thought about all of the other things I’d said. I had been busted! 

“Yes, but we are absolute professionals. We will never speak another word about it,” he assured me. 

“What if I want you to speak a word about it?” I taunted him. “And maybe you too,” I said to Mitch. 

“We are here to do a construction job, Miss Webb. That’s what we are doing. We aren’t trying to interfere with your, um, personal business…” he trailed off, unable to put what he was saying into words. 

“Come in here,” I ordered them. “I was thinking of putting a new room addition in here as well,” I lied. “What do you guys think about here? Oh, close the door Mitch! I don’t like the air to escape from my room.” I was stalling now, trying to find a way to get both of their cocks. 

“A room addition here?” Mike said, puzzled. 

“Yeah, you don’t think it would work?” I asked. “How about a blow job instead then?” I asked him. 

“Miss Webb! That’s highly inappropriate!” Mike said. Thats when I let my little sundress drop to the ground, baring my naked body to him. 

“Are you sure?” I asked him, raising my eyebrow at him. “Mitch?” I gave Mitch my best slut smile. Mitch began to unbuckle his pants and next thing I knew Mike was getting his cock out as well. I began to suck first Mike, then Mitch, then back to Mike, then Mitch. I was in construction worker heaven! I sucked both of their cocks until they were painting my face with their cum. I had never felt more slutty and I was having the best time. 

The rest of the week was more of the same, except from that point on they all just took turns coming into my room and letting me suck their cocks for them and I even fucked some of them that were interested. Still, Mike remained my favorite. He used me the most of all. He came early in the morning to dump a load in one of my holes and he stayed late each night so he could finish each evening by dumping another load in me. 

They gave me a lot of discounts on their work, but to be honest, I just kept adding more and more work to the job. In total they were working on my house for almost nine months. I guess most customers were probably happy when Mike and his crew finished a job for them. Not me, though. I was devastated that I was losing my fuck crew. I actually considered buying a new house just so I could have them do some more work for me. I was that desperate to continue being their little cum slut. 

He did something to me that I wasn’t expecting…

He did something to me that I wasn’t expecting. All i wanted was love, but what I got was something else, something I hadn’t know I wanted. He used me, and I didn’t understand what was happening. No man had ever made me suck his cock for so long without trying to fuck me. When I told him I was getting tired he told me I had to keep going. He told me a slut like me should be able to suck for a lot longer, and I guess I wanted to make him happy. So I kept going, sucking on his cock and balls, listening to him moan. 

He seemed so happy with me when I did as he asked, and I enjoyed pleasing him, but my mouth was getting tired and my jaw felt like it was locked up. I didn’t know how to tell him I was tired without him getting frustrated, and I really wanted him to cum. I really wanted him to get off and use my face as his release. I’d never had a facial, and maybe this would be my first one. 

“Open up nice and wide. Don’t close that pretty, little mouth,” he encouraged and so I did as he asked. I was on my knees looking up at him, my mouth agape. He chuckled softly to himself, probably at how dumb I was to just blindly follow him, hanging on his every word trying to please. I opened my mouth as widely as I could and I watched him stroke himself until he was cumming. 

“Don’t swallow. I want you to hold my tongue in your mouth. Get it all over your tongue and taste it. Taste the shame of being a slut. That’s what you are, you know. You’re my little cum gargling slut. Aren’t you?” 

I nodded, holding my mouth open in anticipation. No man had ever ordered me around like this. No man had ever called me a slut either, but I liked it. I read the Slut-Problems blog on Tumblr. I knew that being a slut was an honor and a privilege. I knew that I was put on this earth to serve men with my slutty body, and this was my initiation. This was the beginning of my life as a slut. 

The cum began to shoot into my mouth and I stifled my desire to swallow, wanting to please him in the worst way. I felt so beautiful as he dumped his entire load of cum into my mouth, one squirt at a time. I imagined what he must think of me. He probably thought I was a huge slut. I’ll bet he couldn’t tell that I’d never been a cum dumpster before. I held his cum in my mouth the way he had asked. When he was finished jizzing on my tongue he laughed at me. 

“Look at you, your mouth full of my cum. Gargle it,” he commanded and I gave him a shy, little smile with my eyes before I tried my best to do as he asked. I gargled his cum while he looked on with amusement. He had made me do this. It was a demeaning act, but I knew I liked it. I could feel my pussy juices dripping from my pussy and down both of my legs. I knew that this was what I wanted. I gargled his cum for as long as he watched me, until he ordered me to stop. 

“Now swallow it,” he commanded and I gave him a little smile with my eyes before I gulped it down. The cum had left a nasty aftertaste in my mouth, but I savored it. It was my first taste of being a slut. I never wanted it to end. 

“You are such a good girl. Now go get on the bed, face down and head up. I need to use your other holes too.”

“Yes, sir,” I said with enthusiasm. It wasn’t over! In fact, my slut initiation had just begun. I was going to enjoy the shit out of every second of it. I had something to prove to him, and to myself. I was going to be the best slut possible. I was going to show him what I was made of. 

It was no walk in the park, taking his cum lik…

It was no walk in the park, taking his cum like that in public where anyone could just walk by and see. He had lured me out into the park with the promise of a picnic and spending some time getting to know one another. It wasn’t our first date, but we hadn’t had sex yet. He was still on his best behavior the way that guys were before they’d slept with you. He spread the blanket he’d brought onto the grass and allowed me to set the picnic basket he’d prepared down. I opened it up as I knelt down and saw that there was a bottle of wine and some plastic cups, and what looked like a few containers of food. 

“Wine? How nice,” I said, and I pulled the bottle out and smiled. Pinot Noir? Hmmm. I wasn’t a wine person, but whatever it was it would probably get me drunk. He fished a bottle opener out of the basket and opened the wine for me, pouring it into a red cup for me. He poured one for himself. 

“A toast, to new friends!” he said, holding up his cup. I tapped my cup to his and smiled. 

“To new friends!” We drank as he pulled out the food. We nibbled a bit before he pulled me to him for a kiss. Before I knew it, his hand was up my skirt and he had two fingers in my pussy, The wine made my face feel hot, and as I kissed him I realized I was ready, He had seduced me. I wanted to fuck him. It really was too bad we were in the middle of a park. 

“Feel me,” he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his hardness through his shorts and I enjoyed the way it felt in my hand. I wanted him to do more to me and so I opened my legs to let him know that it was okay to do whatever he wanted. He stopped to pull his cock out and he placed my hand on it. 

“Wow, your cock is big,” I said simply, knowing that I’d never fucked a guy with a cock as big as his. I was excited, and I realized that I didn’t care that we were at a park. I didn’t care that we were in public. No one was out here. I could fuck him right here and no one would even see. I stroked his cock as he continued to work his fingers in and out of me. I could feel my own pussy juices dripping and they made a wet, squishing sound as he worked his fingers in me. “I want to fuck you. Please. Fuck me,” I begged him. I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he smiled as he lifted my skirt a bit and replaced his fingers with his thickness. His cock pushed deep and it felt so good inside of me that I let out a tentative moan. I looked around, worried that we were being watched, but we were alone in the park and there was not a soul in sight. He fucked me harder with every thrust and before I knew it I was screaming as I came for him. We were really going at it now, and I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, but it sure felt good. I’d never fucked in such a public place, and doing so was making me cum so much harder than I’d ever cum. 

I had never known that I had it in me to be an exhibitionist, but I was finding out new things about myself! I was extremely happy that I had come on this picnic. I was cumming my ass off and I wasn’t bothering to be quiet. My screams were so loud that they filled the large park and I was certain if anyone walked by they would think that I was being raped or murdered. It sure sounded like it, but I was in a glorious euphoria. I was in the perfect rapture of a series of orgasms that trumped all the times I’d cum before this. 

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he asked me, and I froze for a moment. He had asked if I was a slut. I wasn’t sure if I was one or not, to be honest. I didn’t do things like this every day, but right now I was feeling pretty slutty and so I said what he wanted to hear. 

“YES! I’M A SLUT! I’M A SLUT!” I screamed for him. 

“Good! Then take my cum, you slut!’ he screamed, and he stood up behind me and pulled me up so his cock was right over my face. “Look up at me. I want to see your eyes while I cum all over your slutty face!” 

I lifted my eyes up and found his. Our eyes locked as he stroked his cock fervently. He knew that I was a slut now. We were done pretending. Gone was the nice guy who had been respectful. In his place was a man who was about to dump a load of cum all over my slutty, little face. I opened my mouth and listened as he let out a slow moan. 

“Take my cum, slut!” he screamed as his cum began to release. He rested his cock on my forehead and his cum squirted out, flowing down my face in a waterfall of lust that coated my features. I felt like the biggest cum slut as he ruined my make-up with his orgasm. I shut my eyes to keep the cum from hitting them, and I could feel the eruption of his cum as it traveled down my face like hot lava from a volcano. 

“How do you feel?” he asked me, the last of his cum dripping from his cock. 

“I feel…like a slut.”

“You are a slut,” he told me. “I’ve gone on a lot of picnics. Most girls don’t let me fuck them and cum all over their faces. Only you. You’re a slut.” 

“Is that a good thing?” I asked, not really sure if it was. “I mean, I don’t do things like this all the time. In fact, this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this.” 

“That’s what all sluts say,” he said, but I could tell he was teasing. 

“I can’t believe no one saw us!” I confided, with excitement. “I’ve never done public sex like this. It was a rush!” I could feel the cum running into my eyes and I wiped at them. 

“Well, I hate to break this to you, but we have a bit of an audience.” He pointed off in the distance and I saw a couple of guys who had been playing baseball. I hadn’t seen them before. 

“Oh my God! You mean they were watching?” 

“Yeah.” The guys on the baseball diamond saw me looking their way and they began to clap, as if I had just done a performance. One of them did a fist pump in the air, too. 

“Well, looks like they enjoyed the show. Should we give them more?” I asked my picnic buddy. 

“Sure,” he said with a laugh. “You’re not doing a good job of pretending to not be a slut, though. I’m on to you.” 

“Maybe I am a slut,” I said with a shrug, and then I grabbed his cock, bent down and took it in my mouth. I made sure to face the direction of the baseball diamond. I wanted my audience to see every slutty second of what was about to happen. 

slut-problems: It was a dark night, the night…

slut-problems:

It was a dark night, the night before Halloween. I was in my costume for the costume party I had just attended. I had dressed as a female slave in sexy black lingerie and a collar. I had been getting a lot of offers to go home with hot guys. but I had a different agenda. I had heard about this haunted house at the edge of town that was not only said to be haunted, but it also used to be the site where they would sell women into sexual slavery 100 years ago. There were glory holes built into the nasty, old walls that I had heard about and it was said that the old house was haunted by the voices of a million prostitutes and sex slaves. It was exactly the kind of haunted experience I was looking for. 

I hadn’t been able to convince any of my stupid friends to go with me. They all thought that I was a slut and they didn’t want any part of it. I knew if I was going, I was going alone and I was okay with that until I pulled my car into the dirt driveway. There were other cars there, which made me feel a little bit better. The door to the house was wide open and I could see other people walking inside of it. There were no children at this haunted house. There was a large sign that said, “ADULTS ONLY,” on the front and I walked inside, more scared than I had anticipated being. 

“Welcome,” said a woman wearing a gas mask, her voice distorted by the mask. She had big fake tits and I could see her blonde hair poking out from below. 

“Excuse me, where are the glory holes?” I asked her. 

“They are in the catacombs, in the back of the house,” she said pointing a direction. 

“Thank you,” I said and I walked slowly in the direction that she had been pointing until I reached the back part of the house. There were few people back here and it was dark and dank. I could see what looked like an old changing room, with little stalls. I walked into one and could see that there were glory holes in there! I got excited and ran inside of one and closed the small door. It didn’t lock, but it stayed in place when I shut it. 

“Anyone over there?” I asked the wall. “I’m here to suck some cock,” I called. At first there was nothing but I heard someone moving until they were in the stall next to mine. There was a rustling sound and then a cock was presented to me through the hole. 

“Oh my!” I said grabbing it enthusiastically. “I love it!” I put it in my mouth and I began to suck it, my heart beating faster and faster as I did so. I had always wanted to try one of these glory holes! Now I was doing it! I was being a little slut and honestly, it felt good. I sucked the cock and I could hear the moans of the man that it was attached to as I sucked. I was moaning a bit and I could hear him moaning too until he shot his load right into my mouth. He pulled his cock back onto his side, leaving me with a happy smile on my face. 

I was pretty sure my entertainment was over for the evening and I was just about ready to go check out the rest of the old, nasty house when I heard some voices and then another cock was presented through the hole. This one was a little darker and a little bigger, but I welcomed it into my mouth. I sucked this one even better than I had the first. I was all warmed up and horny now and I could feel my pussy dripping through my thin layer of black lace panties I had been wearing all evening. I sucked his cock hard and fast, trying my best to drain his cum for him. 

It didn’t take long. I was swallowing his load in no time and I was so proud of myself for the slut that I was being. Not only had I sucked one cock through the glory hole, I had sucked two! I guess that made me double the slut. Just when I was about to get up and leave for the second time, another cock pushed through the hole. This cock had a slight curve to the right and I giggled as I put my mouth on this one as well. I drained this one easily, too and my pussy was absolutely dripping. 

“Who is on the other side? Want to come fuck me in here?” I asked, desperate for someone to fuck my pussy. That’s when all three men I had just sucked appeared on the other side of the door. I could see their feet first as they grabbed the door and swung it open. 

“You sure about that? There are three of us,” one of the guys said. I was surprised to see that they were all fairly young. They weren’t the hottest guys in the world, but at this point, I didn’t give a fuck. I just wanted their cocks. 

“I’m ready! I need to get fucked so bad! Sucking your  cocks has made me so horny!”

There wasn’t much room in the stalls and so they went in one at a time and filled my holes up. It made me feel like such a slut to get my pussy fucked by three complete strangers in this haunted, old house. I wondered what other rooms there were and what other adventures awaited me in the rest of the house. I took the last load all over my face and though it made me feel slutty, it seemed like the sluttier I was, the sluttier I wanted to be. So I left those three guys covered and filled with their cum in search of more dicks. 

slut-problems: I close my eyes. The fear is go…

slut-problems:

I close my eyes. The fear is gone now. I know that whatever is about to happen will happen whether I close my eyes or keep them open. I can feel the spray of his jizz all over my face and I feel the shame and humiliation of being a slut. It washes over my face, dripping down onto my legs below. I am kneeling at his feet, I am allowing him to degrade me this way. 

My mother always told me not to watch porn, not to degrade myself by letting men just do to me whatever they desired. 

“They will take advantage of you if you let them. Stand firm in what you want to do and not do,” she had told me. 

Now I understood why. I understood her words now, finally. She didn’t want me to feel this feeling that I feel now. She didn’t want me to realize that being a woman was something deeper than just having a vagina. Being a woman in and of itself was shameful. We are nothing more than cum receptacles for men. Men see as as flesh dolls with three holes for filling. They see our skin as a canvas on which they will paint with their lust and desire. I’ve never felt so degraded before. I’ve also never cum so hard in my entire life. I can’t keep my fingers from pushing my clit to another orgasm and then another. Being used like this feeds me. Being just a use for cocks thrills me. What the fuck is so wrong with me that this gets me off? What the fuck is so wrong with me that I want them to dump their cum on me, to use me, to fill my holes? 

Paint me up like a fucking whore!

Paint me up like a fucking whore!

Twin cum dumpsters

Twin cum dumpsters

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