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slut-problems: I was staying at my dad’s plac…

slut-problems:

I was staying at my dad’s place that summer and I had just turned 18. He had a pool and of course that meant that there was a pool guy that came once a week  to clean it. On Monday I was lying in the back, tanning completely naked when I saw him for the first time. He was tan and he wore red shorts and no shirt. He had a large straw hat on his head and he wore black flip flop sandals. My heart skipped a beat and then my pussy began to tingle. I could feel my clit come to life and suddenly even the light breeze was stimulating me. I let out a moan and he looked over at me. 

“Hi there!” I said, eyeing him savagely. I fixed my gaze upon his cock, willing him to whip it out and fuck me with it. 

He didn’t do that. Instead he began to clean the pool and so I got up, still naked and rearranged my towel, bending over so he could see my nice ass displayed in front of him. I looked over my shoulder at him, but he couldn’t be bothered with me. It was so frustrating! What did a girl have to do to get some cock around here, anyway?

“Hi there,” I said walking up to him. “So how soon can I swim in the pool after these chemicals are put in?” I asked him. I tried my best to look sexy, sticking my tits out for him to look at. 

“You can go in anytime,” he said. “It’s just acid and chlorine. People swim in it all the time.” 

“Would you want to go in with me?” I asked. “My dad isn’t home. No one is home right now.” 

“I don’t like little girls,” he said. 

“I’m not little. I’m eighteen! I’m completely legal. Plus I’m really horny. I just want to fuck,” I said, basically throwing myself at him.

“I’ve got a girlfriend, anyway,” he told me. “You’re still too young for me,” he said. I stood there, naked and defeated. No one had really ever told me no before. I didn’t know what to do and so I went back to my towel and grabbed my phone and started reading my favorite blog, Slut-Problems. I got so into one of the stories that I forgot the pool guy was even there. I began to absentmindedly finger myself and then I was making myself cum, rubbing my clit nice and hard as I read a story about a girl who loved to fuck lots of men at once. I was so jealous. I just wanted at least one man to fuck, just one to give me what I needed. I cried out and when my orgasm was finished I looked up to see the pool guy standing over me. 

“That was quite a show,” he said smiling. “Still interested in going for a swim with me?” 

“Sure!” I said and so we jumped in together and once we were in the water he grabbed me by the shoulders and he kissed me. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. “I love how young you are.” 

“That’s funny,” I said. “You were just telling me I was too young a few minutes ago.” 

“I lied,” he said. He began to finger my pussy under the water and then he pulled me to the steps on the side of the pool. I looked at his cock as it entered my pussy. It was really long and pretty thick too. it was so long it wouldn’t quite fit all the way inside of me and so he fucked me the best he could with his huge cock and he made me cum right away. I had never fucked a cock as big as his before and the cool water mixed with the heat between us made me cum so hard that my body was shivering and shuddering. I came and came and I looked up at him. He was looking down on me, his eyes fixed on his cock moving in and out of my pussy. 

“I love your tight, young pussy,” he said and then he began to moan. He was going to cum! I watched in awe as his cock thrusted deeper than it should have. He held me tightly as he pushed his cock deeper and harder into me and it began to hit a place of pain deep within me. It fucking hurt and I cried out in pain. This only seemed to make him harder and he fucked me harder and deeper. I was screaming now, the pain taking over me and I begged him to stop. 

“Stop! You’re hurting me!” 

“You’re the one who wanted to fuck this dick, you bitch. Stick your pussy out and make me cum like a good girl.” I tried. I tried my best to stick my pussy out like a good girl for him and thankfully he came quickly. When he had finished we both got out and I ran to grab him a towel. He left shortly after that, not even bothering to apologize to me for fucking me so brutally. 

For the rest of the summer every Monday he came to clean the pool, and every Monday he used my pussy the way he wanted to. It always hurt, but I always felt like such a good, useful little slut afterward. I guess that’s why Mondays became the day I would lie out by the pool in wait, waiting to be treated like the little whore I wished I was. 

slut-problems: I knew my ex, Marty would be at the party. All…

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I knew my ex, Marty would be at the party. All of my friends warned me not to go, but I wanted to show off. I was wearing my new gold dress, the one I had bought specifically for this party to show Marty that I had moved on and I was over him. All of my friends knew that I really wasn’t over him, but I was in denial. I showed up to the party with a few of my hottest friends in tow. My gold dress had the desired effect. I watched Marty as he took in my hotness. I could see that it disturbed him how the guys at the party all swarmed me. They all wanted my number and I made a big show of giving it to guy after guy as Marty watched from the shadows. I could see that he was getting angry and jealous and it was really making me happy. I suddenly felt over him and that somehow made me feel superior. 

The night wore on and I lost track of Marty. I figured he was gone and so I got really fucking drunk on the jungle juice and I even took a few hits of herb. It was getting late. Most of the partygoers had gone home. I was looking for my purse when I suddenly felt dizzy. I collapsed on a couch and made peace with the fact that I would be sleeping over. I was completely asleep when I felt something touching me. I opened my eyes and there was Marty sitting next to me. My shirt and bra was off. Had he taken them off? My skirt was pulled up and my panties were pulled down. He was trying to pull them off of my feet. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, suddenly sitting up. He pushed me back down. 

“I’m fucking you, you stupid cunt!” he said. 

“No! We broke up! You don’t get to fuck me anymore!” I screamed at him. 

“We’ll see about that,” he hissed at me as my ripped my panties from my legs and pushed his way in between my legs. He was already naked, like he had been planning to do this all along. I fought back with all my might but he was so much stronger than me. His cock pushed into my pussy and he wrapped both of his hands around my neck and squeezed. I felt myself passing out but I couldn’t pass out now! I was being raped by my ex-boyfriend! I tried to scream but nothing came out. He fucked me hard and fast. 

“You think you’re so hot in your fucking gold dress giving everyone your number, but you’re nothing more than a little slut! You’re a fucking whore! You deserve to be raped. You deserved to be used like a piece of meat, like you’re nothing. You’re fucking nothing!” He pumped harder and faster and just like that, he came. It was over. He let go of my neck and I took in a gulp of air. 

“You raped me,” I said quietly in what sounded like a tiny, little girl voice. 

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch. You deserved it.” He put his clothing on silently as I cried. I must have passed out because the next morning I woke up naked with dried cum all over the couch in a puddle beneath me. I put on my gold dress and did the walk of shame to my car. A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I knew exactly who the father was. It was Marty. I called him immediately. 

“Marty, it’s me,” I said. 

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“I’m pregnant,” I told him. I waited for his answer. 

“So?” he said. 

“So you’re the father, you asshole! You raped me!” I began to cry. “I just want us to be together again,” I heard myself say. I hadn’t planned on saying that, it just came out. Maybe it was our baby growing inside of me and the hormones, but it happened that way. 

“You want WHAT?” he asked, shocked by this. 

“I want us to be together so we can raise our baby together,” I was still sobbing as I said it and I hoped with all of my might that he would say yes, that he would tell me he wanted to be with me and raise our rape baby together. Instead I heard silence as I waited for his response. Then I heard the click. He had hung up. 

That motherfucker had raped me, gotten me pregnant and now he had hung up on me? FUCK HIM! I was going to make him pay. I would get revenge on him if it was the last thing I fucking did with my life. I would make him love this baby. I would make him love me. I would make it all work. It was all going to be okay. It was all going to work out perfectly. 

slut-problems: I was staying at my dad’s place that summer and I…

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I was staying at my dad’s place that summer and I had just turned 18. He had a pool and of course that meant that there was a pool guy that came once a week  to clean it. On Monday I was lying in the back, tanning completely naked when I saw him for the first time. He was tan and he wore red shorts and no shirt. He had a large straw hat on his head and he wore black flip flop sandals. My heart skipped a beat and then my pussy began to tingle. I could feel my clit come to life and suddenly even the light breeze was stimulating me. I let out a moan and he looked over at me. 

“Hi there!” I said, eyeing him savagely. I fixed my gaze upon his cock, willing him to whip it out and fuck me with it. 

He didn’t do that. Instead he began to clean the pool and so I got up, still naked and rearranged my towel, bending over so he could see my nice ass displayed in front of him. I looked over my shoulder at him, but he couldn’t be bothered with me. It was so frustrating! What did a girl have to do to get some cock around here, anyway?

“Hi there,” I said walking up to him. “So how soon can I swim in the pool after these chemicals are put in?” I asked him. I tried my best to look sexy, sticking my tits out for him to look at. 

“You can go in anytime,” he said. “It’s just acid and chlorine. People swim in it all the time.” 

“Would you want to go in with me?” I asked. “My dad isn’t home. No one is home right now.” 

“I don’t like little girls,” he said. 

“I’m not little. I’m eighteen! I’m completely legal. Plus I’m really horny. I just want to fuck,” I said, basically throwing myself at him.

“I’ve got a girlfriend, anyway,” he told me. “You’re still too young for me,” he said. I stood there, naked and defeated. No one had really ever told me no before. I didn’t know what to do and so I went back to my towel and grabbed my phone and started reading my favorite blog, Slut-Problems. I got so into one of the stories that I forgot the pool guy was even there. I began to absentmindedly finger myself and then I was making myself cum, rubbing my clit nice and hard as I read a story about a girl who loved to fuck lots of men at once. I was so jealous. I just wanted at least one man to fuck, just one to give me what I needed. I cried out and when my orgasm was finished I looked up to see the pool guy standing over me. 

“That was quite a show,” he said smiling. “Still interested in going for a swim with me?” 

“Sure!” I said and so we jumped in together and once we were in the water he grabbed me by the shoulders and he kissed me. “Mmmmm,” he moaned. “I love how young you are.” 

“That’s funny,” I said. “You were just telling me I was too young a few minutes ago.” 

“I lied,” he said. He began to finger my pussy under the water and then he pulled me to the steps on the side of the pool. I looked at his cock as it entered my pussy. It was really long and pretty thick too. it was so long it wouldn’t quite fit all the way inside of me and so he fucked me the best he could with his huge cock and he made me cum right away. I had never fucked a cock as big as his before and the cool water mixed with the heat between us made me cum so hard that my body was shivering and shuddering. I came and came and I looked up at him. He was looking down on me, his eyes fixed on his cock moving in and out of my pussy. 

“I love your tight, young pussy,” he said and then he began to moan. He was going to cum! I watched in awe as his cock thrusted deeper than it should have. He held me tightly as he pushed his cock deeper and harder into me and it began to hit a place of pain deep within me. It fucking hurt and I cried out in pain. This only seemed to make him harder and he fucked me harder and deeper. I was screaming now, the pain taking over me and I begged him to stop. 

“Stop! You’re hurting me!” 

“You’re the one who wanted to fuck this dick, you bitch. Stick your pussy out and make me cum like a good girl.” I tried. I tried my best to stick my pussy out like a good girl for him and thankfully he came quickly. When he had finished we both got out and I ran to grab him a towel. He left shortly after that, not even bothering to apologize to me for fucking me so brutally. 

For the rest of the summer every Monday he came to clean the pool, and every Monday he used my pussy the way he wanted to. It always hurt, but I always felt like such a good, useful little slut afterward. I guess that’s why Mondays became the day I would lie out by the pool in wait, waiting to be treated like the little whore I wished I was. 

Caroline was the older, taller sister, but it was hard to tell…

Caroline was the older, taller sister, but it was hard to tell them apart if you didn’t know that. They weren’t twins, but everyone always mistook Claire for Caroline and vice-versa. It was annoying for them both and it had created a rift between them that was driven by competition and jealousy. If one got something the other didn’t it caused them to hate each other more, and so often Claire was the one who got what she wanted, while Caroline was left feeling hurt and passed over. 

Claire had been asked on a date by the richest man in town. He was somewhat of a celebrity. He had written some famous movies and was now retired with his millions in the biggest house along the lake. Claire had been bragging about it to Caroline, knowing that every word was like rubbing salt in an open wound. 

“He’s so rich,” she told her sister. “He owns a yacht!”

“So?” Caroline had answered. “Who cares?”

“Obviously you do!” Claire said and giggled as she looked through her closet for the perfect dress for the date. 

“Listen, Claire. I need to tell you something,” Caroline cooed. 

“What is it?” 

“I don’t want you to go on this date. It’s really upsetting me,” she told Claire. 

“Well, duh. A rich guy asked me out and not you. Of course you don’t want me to go,” Claire pulled a pink dress from the closet and held it up to her body. 

“No, you don’t get it,” Caroline said as she pushed Claire up against the wall and began to kiss her. 

“Fuck! What are you doing?” Claire asked, trying to push Caroline away. Caroline looked down sorrowfully and then back up at Claire. 

“I have feelings for you, Claire. I don’t want you to go on the date because I want you for myself,” Caroline looked at her and then she kissed her. Claire allowed it to happen, kissing her sister back. Caroline pulled up her skirt, revealing that Claire had gone commando that day. 

“Nice. No panties,” Caroline pushed Claire back onto her bed and got on top of her. She began to finger her own sister’s pussy and it wasn’t long before she was licking it, too. Claire’s moans were orgasmic and filled with lust and she came all over Caroline’s mouth, not that Caroline minded. She moved back up to give her sister a deep kiss. 

“I can’t believe this is happening! I’ve wanted this for so long! I love you, Claire.”

“I love you too. I’ve wanted this for so long, too!” Claire responded, her eyes filled with emotion. Caroline’s plan was working. 

 Want to eat me out too?” she asked Claire. 

“Okay,” Claire said, her body still shaking from her orgasms. She licked Caroline’s pussy for her, trying her best to make Caroline cum. Caroline didn’t care whether Claire could make her cum or not. She had another agenda and so she faked an orgasm and then told Claire she was all done, and happy as can be. 

“Please. Cancel your date tonight,” Caroline begged her. 

“Okay,” Claire promised her sister. “I can’t believe we just did that. I finally feel close to you and I love it,” Claire said to her as she snuggled into her chest. Caroline waited for Claire to cancel her date before she fixed Claire a special milkshake. It was filled with crushed up sleeping pills. By the time her sister had finished half of the shake, she was asleep on the couch. 

Caroline called the guy from Claire’s phone and told him the date was still on. She showed up wearing the pink dress Claire had picked out. The rich screenplay writer opened the door and frowned. 

“You’re not Claire,” he said to her. 

“I’m Caroline, Claire’s older sister. She told me I could go on the date instead of her, since she’s busy.” 

“Busy doing what?” he asked, impatiently. 

“She fell asleep, but I’m here. Why don’t we hang out?” 

“I see right through your shit, Missy,” the writer said. “I can tell a liar and a cheater from a mile away. Plus, Claire called me earlier and told me she thought you had drugged her, that you were sabotaging her from going on this date. Is that right?” 

“No,” Caroline, said impatiently. “She told me she wanted me to go out with you, so I did her a favor and came here.” 

“Your lies might work on other people, but not on me. You’re just another one of those gold-digging cunts like my ex-wife. I would never choose to date someone like you. I prefer Claire. She’s actually a nice person. You should be ashamed of yourself for making Claire think you have feelings for her when you were just trying to steal her date with me because you think I have money.” He slammed the door right in her face. She stared at it for a few moments before heading back to her car. 

She looked in the mirror when she reached her car and she saw the difference between herself and Claire. Claire was loving and sweet, while she was cunning and full of lies. She had lied to her sister about having feelings for her to get a date with a rich man. She was a piece of shit excuse for a human. Still, she didn’t regret it. The guy could have been the one, and she wanted to make sure she found a guy before Claire. After all, she was the older sister. She couldn’t have Claire getting married before her, now could she?

I knew my ex, Marty would be at the party. All of my friends…

I knew my ex, Marty would be at the party. All of my friends warned me not to go, but I wanted to show off. I was wearing my new gold dress, the one I had bought specifically for this party to show Marty that I had moved on and I was over him. All of my friends knew that I really wasn’t over him, but I was in denial. I showed up to the party with a few of my hottest friends in tow. My gold dress had the desired effect. I watched Marty as he took in my hotness. I could see that it disturbed him how the guys at the party all swarmed me. They all wanted my number and I made a big show of giving it to guy after guy as Marty watched from the shadows. I could see that he was getting angry and jealous and it was really making me happy. I suddenly felt over him and that somehow made me feel superior. 

The night wore on and I lost track of Marty. I figured he was gone and so I got really fucking drunk on the jungle juice and I even took a few hits of herb. It was getting late. Most of the partygoers had gone home. I was looking for my purse when I suddenly felt dizzy. I collapsed on a couch and made peace with the fact that I would be sleeping over. I was completely asleep when I felt something touching me. I opened my eyes and there was Marty sitting next to me. My shirt and bra was off. Had he taken them off? My skirt was pulled up and my panties were pulled down. He was trying to pull them off of my feet. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, suddenly sitting up. He pushed me back down. 

“I’m fucking you, you stupid cunt!” he said. 

“No! We broke up! You don’t get to fuck me anymore!” I screamed at him. 

“We’ll see about that,” he hissed at me as my ripped my panties from my legs and pushed his way in between my legs. He was already naked, like he had been planning to do this all along. I fought back with all my might but he was so much stronger than me. His cock pushed into my pussy and he wrapped both of his hands around my neck and squeezed. I felt myself passing out but I couldn’t pass out now! I was being raped by my ex-boyfriend! I tried to scream but nothing came out. He fucked me hard and fast. 

“You think you’re so hot in your fucking gold dress giving everyone your number, but you’re nothing more than a little slut! You’re a fucking whore! You deserve to be raped. You deserved to be used like a piece of meat, like you’re nothing. You’re fucking nothing!” He pumped harder and faster and just like that, he came. It was over. He let go of my neck and I took in a gulp of air. 

“You raped me,” I said quietly in what sounded like a tiny, little girl voice. 

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch. You deserved it.” He put his clothing on silently as I cried. I must have passed out because the next morning I woke up naked with dried cum all over the couch in a puddle beneath me. I put on my gold dress and did the walk of shame to my car. A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I knew exactly who the father was. It was Marty. I called him immediately. 

“Marty, it’s me,” I said. 

“Yeah?” he asked. 

“I’m pregnant,” I told him. I waited for his answer. 

“So?” he said. 

“So you’re the father, you asshole! You raped me!” I began to cry. “I just want us to be together again,” I heard myself say. I hadn’t planned on saying that, it just came out. Maybe it was our baby growing inside of me and the hormones, but it happened that way. 

“You want WHAT?” he asked, shocked by this. 

“I want us to be together so we can raise our baby together,” I was still sobbing as I said it and I hoped with all of my might that he would say yes, that he would tell me he wanted to be with me and raise our rape baby together. Instead I heard silence as I waited for his response. Then I heard the click. He had hung up. 

That motherfucker had raped me, gotten me pregnant and now he had hung up on me? FUCK HIM! I was going to make him pay. I would get revenge on him if it was the last thing I fucking did with my life. I would make him love this baby. I would make him love me. I would make it all work. It was all going to be okay. It was all going to work out perfectly. 

Isabel had been in the center of Ronnie’s universe since middle…

Isabel had been in the center of Ronnie’s universe since middle school. His only regret was that they had never hooked up. He fantasized about her incessantly and he always thought that there was at least a little something there between them. After all, he was the one she ran to when she had a problem or trouble was brewing. He had listened to her talk for hours on end about her state of mind, her womanly problems, boys, and of course her other friends. He’d been there for her when she lost her virginity and he’d heard all of the stories of every guy she had ever fucked. She was a bit of a slut, but Ronnie didn’t mind. He knew she’d settle down eventually. He remained a virgin, but he didn’t mind. He was saving it for the day Isabel realized that he was the one she was looking for. 

He remembered the party so vividly. I was a crisp night in fall and Isabel was wearing a white dress and gold heels that he had picked out for her when they had gone shopping the weekend before. She clung to his arm to steady herself and he was proud to have her tall, blonde beauty on his arm. It probably looked like they were a real couple to the other people walking past them and he liked that. Tonight he was going to tell her how he really felt, how they were more than just friends. He was hopeful and happy, the whole world stretching before him full of possibilities. 

They walked inside and drinks began to flow freely. She was becoming unsteady in her heels and so he asked her to come with him so they could talk. He took her into a bedroom and he worked up his courage. He faced her and looked into her ice-blue eyes. She was gorgeous. 

“Isabel, I need to tell you this…” he began. 

“You look so serious!” she laughed. “What is it Ronnie?” 

“Okay. It’s. I’m. I’m…I’m in love with you. I love you Isabel! I want to be with you. I want us to be together!” He smiled. He had gotten it out! He searched her eyes for an answer when she started laughing at him. 

“I’m sorry Ronnie, but we’re just friends. I love you as a friend but I don’t want to be with you. Besides, you know what a slut I am. I can’t just be with one guy!” She laughed again and gave him a patronizing kiss on his forehead. Then she pushed past him and hobbled downstairs. Ronnie ran after her, horrified. 

“I’m drunk!” Isabel announced to the party. “Who wants to fuck me?” He pulled her dress off and stood in the middle of the living room of whoever’s house it was. Guys began to moved toward her and Ronnie watched in horror as his precious Isabel began to suck and fuck five cocks. A line began to form at the couch and stretched into the kitchen. Isabel let them all fuck her bareback. Tears streamed down Ronnie’s cheeks as he watched guy after guy nut in Isabel’s pussy.

“Stop! Stop!” he told them all. “This is my girlfriend! Stop!” The guys in line glanced at him. Isabel took her mouth off of the cock she was sucking. 

“Don’t listen to him! He’s not my boyfriend! My body is open for cocks!” 

“Fine!” Ronnie shouted at her. “I’ll just get in line like everyone else and take my turn.” He glared at her. She took her mouth back off of the cock she was sucking just as it spewed cum all over her face. 

“Ronnie! Go home! I don’t want to fuck you. Everyone else can stay and fill me with cum!” Isabel smiled and went back to getting all of her holes filled. Ronnie wanted to leave but he just couldn’t. Instead he took out his phone and began to take pictures of Isabel getting stuffed with cocks. At least this way he had some naked pictures of her to masturbate to. She was so fucking hot. Ronnie just couldn’t help but still love her even thought she was a mean bitch and a fucking slut. He got his cock out and began to jack off in the corner by himself. He hoped that Isabel didn’t see him and tell him to leave. 

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