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slut-problems: My best friend knew I had a cru…

slut-problems:

My best friend knew I had a crush on her older brother, Robert. Robert was the kind of guy that any woman would want. He was tall, dark and handsome and he carried himself with confidence. I had lusted after him since I was a preteen and he’d always put me off, telling me that I was too young for him and that I could keep dreaming. I took him literally and kept dreaming, using him as fodder for my fantasies whenever I wanted to cum really, really hard, which was often. I came while thinking about him more often than I cared to admit to anyone, not even myself and so as I got on the plane to return home from college all I could think about was seeing my best friend, Renee and of seeing Robert again. 

At the airport, Renee greeted me with a big hug and we both squealed with delight as we held each other by the hands and jumped up and down with joy. We embraced again. 

“Oh my God, it’s YOU!” I screamed. 

“It’s you!” she screamed back. “Oh my God! I have a surprise for you!” She turned to look behind her and as my eyes focused I saw that it was Robert! 

“Oh my fucking God!” I squealed, my voice rising with excitement! “Robert!” I ran to him and we embraced in a big bear hug. He held me tightly and rocked me back and forth for what seemed like too long. He finally let me go and stepped back to take a look at me. “Wow, college has done you good, Lizzie! You look great!” He looked me up and down and gave me a little wink. I looked at Renee and she winked at me too. I was so happy to be home. 

By the time we made it back to their parent’s place for dinner the manicotti was ready and we sat down for a delicious meal as I caught up with her family. My own family had gone to Scotland for the holidays so I would be staying with Renee and Robert in the apartment they shared across town. I felt like part of their family, just like old times and by the time we said good-night and headed to Renee and Robert’s apartment I was sloppy drunk and happy. 

“You definitely drank too much sake,” Robert told me as I giggled uncontrollably with Renee in the backseat. 

“Your Dad and his sake!” I laughed as I remembered all the times I’d gotten shit faced with his parents even though I wasn’t even legally old enough to be drinking yet. By the time we made it home I was feeling pretty dizzy and so I let Robert help me upstairs to the bathroom. He brought my bags in for me, and though I thought I was going to puke, the feeling passed and I just wanted to lie down. I passed out on the couch in the living room. 

When I woke up I was cold and my eyes snapped open. Robert was naked and on top of me, fucking my pussy. I closed my eyes and opened them again, unsure if this was another dream I was having about Robert or if it was real. 

“Robert?” I asked. 

“Shhhhh. Go back to sleep. Let me finish using you,” he said and he stroked my hair as he hovered above my body, his hard cock still inside of me. I was on the floor, face down in the carpet and his cock was using my pussy.

“Are you fucking me?” I asked him. 

“Of course I am. You can’t look as hot as you do and expect me not to want to use this hot pussy,” he explained as if it made perfect sense that he was raping me. 

“I don’t want to be asleep. I want to be awake so I can feel it,” I said. 

“Okay then. Wake up and let me use your pussy, Lizzie. Just like you always wanted, huh? I know you always had a crush on me.” His cock got harder as I woke up and I moaned as the pleasure washed over my senses. 

“I’ve been dreaming of your cock inside of me for so long,” I told him, honestly. I had. I had dreamed of this moment so many times, but I’d never dreamed it this way, waking up to him taking what he wanted from me. Never in my fantasies had Robert been a rapist, but it didn’t matter. You can’t rape the willing and Robert couldn’t rape me, well, not really. I wanted him so much that I wanted to be raped by him. I stuck my pussy out, begging him to fuck me harder and use me completely. 

“Yeah, just relax and take my cock, you stupid slut. This is what you’re good for. You’re a hole for me to use whenever you come to town from now on. You’re not a little girl anymore. You finally are useful for me.” I stuck my pussy out and I came on his big cock. He felt good and it felt right, like this was always supposed to happen. 

“Yes! Yes!” I moaned and I realized that I was getting rather loud, but I was too inebriated to think clearly and so when Renee came walking down the stairs rubbing sleep from her eyes I was surprised. We froze like two raccoons caught robbing a trash can, our eyes glistening in the dark. 

“Holy Shit! Are you guys finally fucking?” she was laughing and pointing at us. “Have fun you two. Try to keep it down, though. It’s 3am!” She walked back up the stair to her room. 

Getting caught hadn’t stifled Robert’s erection. In fact, it seemed like he was even harder now that we had been caught by his sister and my best friend. At least we had her blessing, which is why I didn’t think twice of screaming when I came again. It may have been 3am, but I’d waited my whole life to cum on Robert’s cock like that. I’d also waited my whole life to watch him as he came inside of me. 

“Cum in me! Cum inside me, Robert!” I begged him. 

“You got it, slut,” he said and he grabbed me by the throat and fucked me hard while he gave it a squeeze. I could feel my pussy tighten up and spasm. I tried to scream, but the sounds that came out of me were choked and muffled by his hand crushing my windpipe. My orgasm was brutally intense and I knew that I would never ben the same again afterward. I allowed myself to cum hard on his cock and I was cumming so intensely that I scarcely noticed what he looked like when he came, or that he had even cum at all. He laid on top of me, his breathing labored. 

“Wow. That was amazing, Lizzie. I really wish I wouldn’t have waited so long to do that! I know you’ve wanted to fuck me for a long time,” he said, staring down into my eyes. 

“You have no idea how long,” I said remembering when I had first found out was sex was and I immediately pictured Robert as my partner as my teachers explained every last detail. He’d been on my mind a long time, but it had taken him a long time to get into my body. Still, I had done it! I had finally gotten him, if even for a short time. I would take anything I could get from Robert. 

“Well, how about I make it up to you?” he offered. “How about I fuck you as much as possible while you are staying here. We still have a few more days, right?” 

“Right!” I said, feeling a bit bad for Renee. After all, I was her best friend and I’m sure she’d wanted to spend some time with me. But at the same time no one knew how much this meant to me like Renee. I knew she would understand that fucking her brother as much as possible on this trip before the magic spell that had gotten him inside of me was broken was necessary. I still needed to watch his face as he came in me. It was on my slutbucket list.

slut-problems: How to Be A Slut (For Dummies)…

slut-problems:

How to Be A Slut (For Dummies)

1) Fuck all possible cocks – if a cock wants to fuck and you have time to do so, then drop your pants and get on it. 

2) Fuck all possible pussies – If a pussy needs your attention and you have time to do so, then get down and lick, lick, lick. 

3) Good sluts put their partners first. Ask what they are into, and then do your best to give it to them.

4) Be a cum dump. It doesn’t matter where they dump their cum, as long as it’s somewhere on you. Bonus points for IN you. 

5) Let everyone know you are available for fucking. Not everyone loves to fuck sluts, but you should always flirt shamelessly, even with other people’s spouses and significant others. Everyone should know you are a possibility.

6) Let people use and abuse you, and be sure to mention that you love being used so people make the most out of their time with your holes. Take all abuse with a smile and cum your ass off.

7) Do charity work – Fuck all those lonely cocks and pussies no one else wants. Everyone deserves to cum, and you are just the slut to help them out. Remember, sluts don’t fuck for money, they fuck because they are sluts and they love cumming. 

8) Fuck more than one at a time! Let everyone know it’s totally okay to bring their friends and family to gang up on you. Group sex is always more desirable to a slut than one on one. So make it happen, sluts. 

9) If people aren’t DTF, then offer them oral. It’s the least you can do as a slut. 

10) Hold your head high and fuck the haters. Even if you’re dripping cum from every orifice and it’s all over your face too, look those haters in the eye and give them a sly smile. You just got fucked, which means you’re probably 100 times happier than any of your haters are. They hate because they’re horny and jealous that you are going after your dream, which is to be a slut. 

Follow your dreams, sluts! 

slut-problems: I grew up hating men for being …

slut-problems:

I grew up hating men for being misogynists. Thats why I chose to fuck women over men. I told myself that I was a lesbian because I hated them that much and I didn’t want their cocks and their horrible, sadistic minds anywhere near me. I did it to protect myself and I encouraged lots of other women to do the same. I made sure that I was always surrounded by women, that I always ate pussy, but deep down I knew I was living a lie. Deep down, I longed for cocks and lots of them. 

I hadn’t told anyone about my secret, that I secretly wanted to be gang fucked by a bunch of men. I imagined their cocks all using me at the same time, treating me like shit as they used my pussy, ass and mouth to get off in. I don’t know why I was craving it so much, but I was and I needed a way to solve my problem. 

The solution came to me one night after I had dropped my girlfriend safely off at her house. I was driving around when I saw a handmade sign taped to a stop sign. It said, “Sex Party” and it had an arrow pointing to the left. I turned left, not sure what I would find. I found another sign and then another and I followed them until I reached the house. I could tell that there was a party going on there,  as laser lights were shooting out from the back yard and there were cars parked heavily all over the street, some of them not even legally. I found a parking spot and I took a deep breath before I went to the door and knocked. 

“Who are you?” The guy at the door said. 

“I’m just a girl looking for some fun,” I said and he looked me over. 

“Come in, then,” he said as he opened the door wider for my entrance. 

“Thanks,” I said and I walked through the party to find that there weren’t too many women here. It was mostly a sausage fest and the girls that were there didn’t look like they were doing anything sexual. For a sex party, it was pretty tame. I was a bit disappointed until I saw the group of guys in the spa. They looked like fun and so I walked over to them and I chatted them up. 

“I’m a lesbian,” I told them.

“Why the fuck would a lesbian come to a sex party like this?” one of the guys asked. 

“I don’t know. I guess I was curious about what straight people do. I’ve never actually had sex with a man, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like.” 

“I think you should have sex with six guys,” one of the guys said as he literally took his finger and counted the six men that were in the spa.

“You wish,” I said, laughing. Fucking six guys had never occurred to me, but I couldn’t deny that my pussy was having some ideas. I could feel myself getting wet and I could feel the wetness soaking through my leggings. I wondered if they could see that. 

“I think it’s time for us to get out, don’t you agree?” one of the guys said and they all got out of the spa and I could see their manly bodies. How had I never noticed how sexy men could be? They were all very toned, like they all worked out. I must have been gawking because one of the guys gave me a sensual look. 

“You like what you see, lesbian? You want to try this cock? Huh?” I took a step back from him but when he turned and I saw that he had his hard cock out I kind of freaked out. 

“Oh my God!” I exclaimed, mostly in shock at seeing an actual penis for the first time in real life. I had never actually had one this close to me and I reached out with two fingers and touched it, as if touching it harder might break it. 

“Wow, you haven’t ever touched a cock before, have you lesbian?” he asked me. 

“No.” 

“Here, give me your hand,” he said and he guided my hand onto his cock and he showed me how to stroke it. Normally I would have run away, screaming, but tonight was different. Tonight I was going to try this. I stroked his cock for him and he smiled with approval. 

“Now try sucking it,” he commanded me and he grabbed me gently by the head and pushed me down toward his cock. I looked at his cock and the tip looked like it had a little eye on it. It was staring at me expectantly and so I took a deep breath and told myself that I could do this. I could suck a cock. I could. I put it in my mouth and it was odd. It was fleshy, soft, and hard all at the same time. I tried my best to take it deep in my throat, but I found that it was more difficult than I had anticipated. 

I hadn’t noticed, but all of the guys that had been in the spa were surrounding me now. They were closing me in from all sides and they all had their cocks out. Before I knew it I was having a blow job gang bang. I was taking one cock in my mouth after another. They did their best to coach me and I noticed that the harder I sucked on their cocks, the faster they came. I got a lot of cum in my mouth, which was disgusting at first, but by the time I swallowed the fourth or fifth load I was used to the bitterness. 

“Let’s fuck her next,” one of the guys said. 

“Wait! I don’t want to get fucked! This blow job stuff is cool but I’m not sure if I want a cock up in my pussy!” I began to stand up, but one of the men pushed me down. 

“You didn’t come here to give some blow jobs, lesbian. You came here to take some cock and we’re going to help you out for your own good.” They collectively grabbed me and pulled me inside to the master bedroom of the house. Cocks were shoved into my pussy, ass and mouth, and I’d like to say that I fought as hard as I could, but I didn’t. I put up a bit of a fight, but it was more for show than anything. I wanted them to think that they were taking from me. I wanted to see the level of misogyny that they would bring to the table. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I was right about men all along. They are all misogynist pigs. The problem is, that I seemed to actually like this quality in men. 

They took turns raping me for the remainder of the night, and I came and came on their cocks. I came much more intensely than I had ever cum with another woman, which left me confused and afraid. Was I still a lesbian if I had liked getting gang raped by a bunch of sexist pigs? What was wrong with me, anyway? I didn’t know how I would tell my girlfriend about this, and so I decided I wouldn’t. The guys did tell me that their little sex party takes place once a month, on the first Saturday of the month and that I should come back anytime. I limped out of that party, barely able to walk to my car, barely able to sit on the drive home. They had brutalized me and I hated them for it. So why was I already planning to go back next month?

slut-problems: I don’t like to tell people abo…

slut-problems:

I don’t like to tell people about this, but it’s what I think about most nights when I masturbate myself to orgasm. Nothing makes me cum quite as hard as thinking about that day. He caught me in the laundromat as I was washing my clothing for the week. He grabbed me and pressed the gun to my back and forced me into my own car. He made me drive as the gun pressed into my ribs. He told me where to go, turn by turn until he told me to park. He pulled me into the back of my car where he began to tie my arms behind me back. 

Once I was restrained he felt up my body, pushing my skirt up and sticking his fingers wherever he wanted. I didn’t cry. I was in shock. I was numb. I couldn’t believe that this was really happening. He pulled me from the car and he pushed me toward a house. It was an old neighborhood, one I’d never been to. I had no idea where we were exactly, but I knew I was about to get brutally raped. I walked in the door as he held it open like a gentleman, even as he pointed the gun straight at my head. 

Once inside I looked around. The house was messy and unkempt. I could hear someone moaning from one of the bedrooms and it frightened me. It sounded like a woman who was in real pain, and I realized in that moment that this man wasn’t just dangerous, he was crazy. He pulled me into a room that was completely empty except for an old mattress. It had all kinds of gross stains on it and some of them looked like blood. It looked like someone had bled out on that mattress, and I shuddered as he made me lay down right in the middle of the stain. He tied me up with ropes and chain until I couldn’t move. My legs and arms were wide open. He put a gag in my mouth. Then he left. 

I could hear him torturing the other girl for what seemed like hours. I was frightened and I began to think over my life and how I had lived it. I prayed to God, hoping that he would let me live through this, and weirdly I thought of my laundry, which I had left in the dryers. I was sad that all of my clothes would likely be gone, but if I were dead I wouldn’t need them. Pain screams echoed through the house until finally the door to the room I was in opened and he brought in a woman. She was much older than me, but he made her crawl into the room on her hands and knees. She was collared and he held a leash attached to the collar. 

“Here she is,” the man told her. “Isn’t she pretty?” 

“Yes,” the woman said and he led her by the leash to my body and commanded her to lick my pussy. She licked me hungrily and I felt bad for her, but at the same time she was good at licking pussy and I couldn’t help but cum on her face. He pushed her roughly out of the way and shoved his smallish cock inside of me and used my pussy until he came. 

“Lick her clean,” he commanded the woman and she did as he asked. He chained her next to me when he was done and he left the room. 

“How long have you been here?” I asked her. 

“He’s my husband,” she told me. “He’s dangerous,” she told me. “Please, do everything he says. Please,” she said. 

“He’s your husband? How long has he been doing this? Has he killed anyone? Why is there blood all over this mattress?” I pleaded with her with my eyes. 

“Just do what he says. He’s dangerous. He will hurt you.” 

“Will he kill me?” I asked. 

“He could.” 

“Has he killed people?” I whispered loudly.

“Maybe,” she said. She looked afraid and I took her maybe as a yes. I could see it in her eyes. I could hear him walking back down the hall and his wife looked away from me. I braced myself. He had a whip in his hand and he smiled sadistically at me as he took it and whipped my pussy once. I winced and cried out. He lashed me again. Again. Again. He seemed satisfied as tears rolled down my face. He climbed on top of me and began to fuck me. My pussy was numb, but somehow he made me cum anyway. I could feel my orgasm almost as if it were detached from me, somehow. I’d never experienced anything like it before. I looked at his wife. Our eyes locked and something passed between us. She knew what this was like. She understood. 

“Just do what he asks and he’ll let you go,” she told me with her eyes. I tried my best to be a good rape victim for him. I tried to show him that I was willing and ready to give him what he wanted. 

He kept me there for almost two days. I had no way of knowing how long I had been gone. I had no way of telling people where I was, but no one missed me. I was the kind of person who disappeared all the time. I went on adventures all the time without telling anyone. It would be a while before I was missed. 

“Should I let you go?” he asked me after he’d raped me for what must have been the fiftieth time. 

“Yes! I promise I’ll never say anything. I’m having fun,” I lied. 

“Oh yeah? You think this is fun you sick little cunt?” 

“Yeah! This is the best sex I’ve ever had. Not too many men are sadistic enough for me. But you’re great,” I lied again. He must have believed me. The next day he untied me and gave me my clothing back. He handed me the keys to my car and my cell phone. 

“I’m letting you go, but on one condition,” he said. I looked at his wife, still bound on the floor beneath him, her leash and collar still in place. 

“Okay,” I said. 

“You are never to tell anyone about what happened here. You are not to go to the police. If I find out you did I will find you and fucking kill you. I’ve killed people before and gotten away with it.” His wife’s eyes confirmed this for me. 

“I will never tell anyone,” I said. “I’m happy that I met you and had this experience,” I lied. “Thank you.” 

“Let me walk you to your car,” he said. 

“Good-bye,” I told his wife and I’ll never forget the desperate and sad look on her face as I left her behind. He walked me to my car, opening it like a gentleman. 

“Remember what I said, cunt. I’ll fucking kill you.” 

“Your secret is safe with me,” I told him. I drove aimlessly for almost an hour until I found my way back to the laundromat. Sure enough, all of my clothing was gone. I sat on one of the old, plastic chairs by the dryers and I began to weep. I had been kidnapped and raped, but I didn’t dare tell anyone. I didn’t dare call the police. I never told a single soul for many years. I knew he wasn’t joking. I knew he would be watching me. I knew if I told anyone that he would come back for me, and I knew that next time he wouldn’t be so kind as to let me go.

slut-problems: My husband and I were on road t…

slut-problems:

My husband and I were on road trip and we stopped at this rest stop in a place called Twin Peaks. Neither of us had heard of the place, but we needed a break and the sign said there was food and gas and so we took the exit and followed the stream of cars to the rest stop, which was really more like a small town. There were several gas stations, a depot, several fast food joints, some sit-down restaurants and a weird little sex shop. I eyed the sex shop as my husband pulled into the gas station. 

“Look honey! A sex shop! Maybe we can take a minute and check it out!” I got out of the car excitedly. I wonder if they had any gadgets in this little town that they didn’t have in the big city we were from. My husband didn’t seem to share my enthusiasm. He wrinkled his forehead.

“A sex shop? Really? Right now? All I can think of is taking a piss and grabbing a sandwich. I can grab you a sandwich for the road if you want to go check out the sex shop. Just don’t spend too much money. We still have to get home,” he warned and I gave him a smile. 

“Okay! I’m going to go check it out. Turkey on wheat. No onions,” I told him, as if he didn’t already know what I would want. We had been married for almost twelve years by now. He knew everything there was to know. I watched him walk toward the sandwich shop and I went across the street to the little sex shop. 

I opened the glass door with a smile and as soon as I entered I saw that they got a lot of business. There were tons of people in the shop and I had to practically elbow my way down the aisles as I looked at the sex toys. Most of them were silly novelty type items like penis ice cube trays and cheap blow up dolls in the shape of midgets and things like that. I giggled as I looked at a pair of fuzzy pink hand cuffs. I had just gotten to the actual vibrator section when a man bumped into me and smiled. 

“You know they have glory holes in the back,” was all he said. 

“They do? I didn’t know that!” 

“That’s why I’m telling you. I just came from them and it was a lot of fun. You look like a fun kind of girl that might enjoy that sort of thing.”

“Thanks a lot!” I said as I rushed to the back of the store looking for the glory holes. 

“You looking for the glory holes?” a man asked me. 

“Yes!” I said excitedly. 

“Right over there, ma’am,” he told me pointing me toward the sign that said “GLORY HOLES” written on a piece of wood in black marker and nailed to the wall. 

“Thanks!” I said and I made my way back to the very back of the store. There was a small door and I walked through it and saw that there were many booths, all next to one another like dressing rooms. I walked into one of them and closed the door. I didn’t know what to do, but when I looked at the two holes on each wall on either side of me I wondered if someone would actually try to stick their dick through one of them. I waited a few minutes and I was just about to leave when I heard something in the booth to my right. Suddenly a cock popped through the hole. I instantly grabbed it and I could hear a moan on the other side of the wall. 

I pulled on the cock, working it with my hands the way I usually worked my husband’s cock. I knew I was cheating, but for some reason it didn’t feel like cheating. Maybe it was because it was just a random cock stuck through a hole and not an actual person that made it so easy, but I was guilt free as I bent down and gave the cock a little lick. Then I stuck the whole thing in my mouth and sucked on it. I could hear more moaning from the other side of the wall and I liked it! It made me want to do more. 

I backed my ass up to the wall and I guided the cock into my pussy and began to fuck it. I moved up and down on the cock and I could hear the man moaning from next door. I smiled to myself and then I got an even better idea! I pulled the cock out of my pussy and I shoved it slowly into my asshole. It felt really good. My husband never fucked me in the ass, even though I loved it. Now I was going to get what I wanted and my husband was never going to find out about it. He was going to think I just popped into a sex shop and didn’t buy anything. He would probably even be impressed with my restraint. 

I fucked the cock with my asshole, enjoying the sensation as I rubbed my clit with my fingers. I came hard on the cock, screaming loudly enough for everyone in the store to hear me. I could feel the cock erupt inside of my ass and I knew that I had drained it. I pulled my ass off of the cock and then I dressed, grabbed my purse and headed out of the booth. I didn’t want the person who had been in the booth next to me to see who I was and so I quickly made my way out of the store and popped into the bistro next door to use the restroom and clean myself up more completely. 

By the time I walked out I looked like nothing had ever happened. I made my way back across the street to our car. My husband was already there waiting for me with a sandwich in his hand. 

“Damn honey, what took you so long?” he asked, handing me the bag. “I got your sandwich. Wait. You didn’t buy anything?” He looked at me, puzzled. 

“It was really crowded in there,” I said. “I had a bunch of stuff I wanted but then I didn’t feel like braving the line. I’m ready to get out of this place,” I told him and I got into the passenger seat. 

“Is everything okay?” he asked me. “You look weird.” 

“I do?” I asked, guilt coursing through me. I wondered if he knew. 

“Yeah, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” He laughed and shoved the last bit of his sandwich into his mouth before turning the car on. 

“I did see some shit in that store,” I said, trying to make a joke. 

“I’ll bet,” he said as he pulled onto the road. At that very moment I could feel something erupting from my asshole. The guy from the booth’s cum was choosing that moment to leak out of my asshole and onto my panties. I felt like such a little slut, lying to my husband and cum leaking out of my asshole. I smiled to myself as I relived the whole experience in my mind again as I watched the world roll by. 

slut-problems: Cherry was forty-five, married,…

slut-problems:

Cherry was forty-five, married, and she had grown kids of her own. She was the hottest MILF in town, but she also had a secret. Her family had fallen upon hard times and she had gone back to stripping in order to make enough money to keep them afloat. She had tried to keep it a secret, but somehow all of her son’s friends found out. They had threatened to tell her son and so she had decided that the only way to keep them quiet was to give in to their demands. They wanted her tits, pussy and ass and Cherry was accustomed to giving those things up. What the boys didn’t know is that Cherry didn’t mind fucking them. In fact, she enjoyed it. 

She’d always been a bit of a Cougar MILF, but now that she had so many young boys interested in fucking her pussy she spent most of her spare time taking them one by one into her bedroom and locking the door while her husband did his best to keep all of the other kids out of their bedroom. She drained their young cocks quickly and with precision. She was so fucking hot that it was difficult for any of them to last very long with her. Most of the boys she fucked had no idea she was fucking all the other ones. None of them told the others, for fear that it would upset her and she would stop fucking them. They all wanted to keep fucking her, even though it was wrong and sometimes it made them feel guilty. She would fuck them in her car, at the park, wherever and whenever she could get their cocks in her. 

None of them told her son what was happening, and for that she was grateful. Maybe that was why she continued to fuck them all, even when times got better and she didn’t have to work as a stripper anymore. If she was being honest with herself she was just as addicted to their young cocks as they were addicted to her pussy. Her husband didn’t seem to mind. He seemed to like that she was such as slut and he could tell that fucking all those hot, young guys only made Cherry hornier. He constantly covered for her, telling their kids that she had run to the bank, when she was really fucking her son’s best friend in the backseat of her SUV behind the convenience store down the block. He knew she would come home even hornier, and he looked forward to fucking in the cream pies his son’s friends left inside of his wife. Cherry would never find this out, but he had been the one that told their son’s friends. His plan had worked completely. Now his slutty Cougar MILF of a wife was getting cream pied by his son’s friends daily. It was perfect.

slut-problems: He won’t even let me get ready….

slut-problems:

He won’t even let me get ready. He always interrupts to dump a load of cum on me. It’s a wonder I ever make it out of the house. 

slut-problems: He spotted me at a crowded res…

slut-problems:

He spotted me at a crowded restaurant and approached my table. He gave me his business card. He told me to give him a call if I wanted to make some real money. I did need a job so I called him and he set up an interview. He told me to wear heels and something sexy and to wear full make-up so he could see what I would look like on camera. I was too shy to ask him what the job was for, so when I arrived I was not prepared for what was about to happen.

I entered and saw he had several cameras set up in the room. My first guess was that this was a photo shoot, and my spirits began to lift a bit. I could take some pictures. That wouldn’t be bad. But then he told me to take off all of my clothing, but to keep the heels on. 

“Um. I don’t think I want to do this,” I told him.

“Really? $40 an hour? You sure?” I hesitated. Who wouldn’t? I began to take off my clothing. 

“Bend over here,” he said gesturing to the couch. “Now put your ass up higher. Yes. Good.” He lubed up a toy and began to work it into my asshole.

“Are the cameras on?” I asked. 

“Yes, he said. “Relax your asshole. That’s good.” His voice began to take on a condescending tone, almost as if he were talking to a baby. “Good girl. Now it’s time to take my cock.” 

He mounted me and began to fuck his cock into my asshole. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel good either. I was just sticking my ass out and closing my eyes hoping this whole nightmare would be over soon and I could go back home with my $40 an hour. 

“Take my dick in your ass, you stupid little bitch,” he said in a sing-song voice as if I were a small child while panning to the cameras. “Yes, take it. Take my dick. Take my cum up in that stupid little asshole of yours.” I felt his cock releasing all of it’s cum into my asshole. He paused before puling it out. I could feel my asshole immediately spewing the cum back out and he actually clapped.

He cleared his throat and in his regular voice said, “Great job, sweetie. You did great. I’m through with you. Let’s see, how long were you here? An hour? Okay, here’s $40.” He handed me two twenties. He validated my parking pass. I stumbled to my car. What the fuck had just happened? 

slut-problems: My daughter was being a little …

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My daughter was being a little slut and honestly I was fucking sick of it. All of the guys that normally wanted to fuck me suddenly seemed more interested in her than they were in me and that fucking pissed me off. Women my age need to fuck too! I confronted her about it and she told me that she was still a virgin, which I didn’t believe for one second. I knew that Destiny was a little slut and that she’d been fucking for some time. I have a surveillance system installed in the house and I’d seen her taking cock in the middle of the night on the living room couch a bunch of times. 

So, like any horny mother I decided to teach Destiny as lesson. I invited Toby over that night because I knew that he was a sick enough fucker to do whatever I asked him to. I called Destiny to my room and I sat her on the bed. 

“Look, I know you’ve been lying to me about being a virgin and I think it’s time that we started being honest with one another, don’t you?” asked her. 

“Yes?” she said, with a questioning tone in her voice. 

“Tonight I’m going to pass down to you a family secret, one that you will share with your own daughter someday if you have one,” I explained. She perked up a bit at this and I told her to wait on my bed. I was getting texts from Toby that he had arrived and so I went to let him in. 

“Are you clear with the plan?” I asked him. 

“Yes,” he responded excitedly. I walked him back to the bedroom and as soon as he entered he began to remove his clothing. 

“Why is he getting naked, Mom?” Destiny asked me, bless her heart. She was still so innocent then. 

“Get undressed,” I told her, and she looked at me skeptically but then did as she was told. I began to undress as well and I looked into my daughter’s eyes and saw nothing but fear, the same fear I had felt once back when my own mother did this with me. It was time. She was already having sex. If anything, I was too late. “Lay back,” I told her and she did as I asked, her top still hanging from her arms.

“This is Toby,” I said to her. “I asked him over so I could teach you about sex. We needed a guy to really teach the whole lesson,” I explained. 

“Mom, this is getting weird,” Destiny said and she looked at me with fear in her eyes. 

“Don’t worry, Mommy’s here,” I said and I bent down and kissed her on the forehead, lovingly. 

“Okay Toby,” you can fuck her now,” I said. 

“WHAT? NO! MOM?” Destiny began to protest but I put my arm across her chest and held her down. Toby and I spread her legs open so he could penetrate her. 

“Just lay back and calm down,” I whispered in her ear. “Let it happen. Mommy is going to teach you how to be a good little fuck for men so they always want you. Okay?” I smiled at her as she shook her head in disbelief. Toby was fucking her now and I moved behind him and grabbed him by the hips. 

“Fuck my daughter harder!” I commanded him and I literally moved his hips up and down so he was thrusting harder into her. 

“Stick your pussy out more, Destiny. You want him to be able to get as deep as he can inside of you,” I explained as I pulled her legs apart, wider so he could get deeper. They looked good like that, so good that I bent down and gave my daughter’s pussy a tentative lick. She tasted so good that I went back to it and next thing I knew my daughter was cumming all over Toby’s cock. She was screaming and it looked like she was actually enjoying herself. 

I got a sudden stroke of genius and I crawled onto Destiny’s face and began to grind my pussy across her mouth. 

“Lick, you little slut! Show Mommy what a good girl you are!” I commanded her. Destiny was moaning now, obviously feeling pretty good. She began to lick my pussy and I made eye contact with Toby. As I did I could see him lose control. It was too much for him and he blew his load right into my daughter’s cunt. 

“That’s a good boy, Toby!” I said to him. “You rest up for the next round. I’m going to have you fuck me this time so I can show Destiny how it’s really done.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said and he went to the bathroom, leaving Destiny and I alone. I was still sitting on her face and she was still dutifully licking my pussy. “You’re a fast learner, sweetie. I’m proud of you. It’s going to be a long day of lessons and I hope you’re ready. Are you?” 

“Yes, Mommy!” she said into my pussy. 

“Are you having fun or is this weird?” I asked her, lifting up my pussy so she could answer.

“Is this really a family tradition?” she asked me. 

“Of course it is,” I told her truthfully. “This is how my mother taught me about sex. I’m just here to help you.” She was back to licking my pussy but she looked up at me with a smile in her eyes. She pushed my pussy up so she could speak.

“Thank you, Mommy for teaching me,” she said and then she buried her tongue back in my pussy. That’s when I came right on my daughter’s face. 

slut-problems: Halloween Rapist Part I  I ran …

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Halloween Rapist Part I 

I ran to the door to see who was there. It was getting close to Halloween and I had decorated the house with pumpkins, ghouls, and ghosts. It was my favorite holiday, one I took seriously. I had picked out a sexy costume and I was ready for Halloween to come already. I grabbed some candy corn from my candy dish on my way to answer the door, and weirdly enough it was someone in a Michael Myers mask from the Halloween movies. 

“Hey!” I said, opening the door. “Cool costume.” 

“Ehhhh,” he said, making a growing noise as he took what looked like a very sharp, and very real knife in his hand and poised it in the air. He was pretending to stab something with it as he continued to make his growling noise. 

“Um. Okay, I get it, you’re a serial killer. Now who is under the mask?” I asked impatiently. He said nothing but began to move forward toward me. I stepped back and before I knew it he was coming at me pretty fast and I had to turn and run to get away from him. I didn’t know who it was, or why they were playing this mean trick on me, but I didn’t like it, especially not in my own house. I ran out the back door and into my backyard. I lived at the edge of the woods and so I headed to the back gate so I could run into them, and hopefully escape this asshole. 

It was probably my boyfriend, or my cousin or something. I couldn’t think of anyone else who would play a prank like this on me, but I didn’t have much time to think about it. I ran as fast as I could, but I could hear his footsteps behind me. He was gaining on me and before I knew it, he had grabbed me by the legs and tackled me to the ground. 

“STOP! ENOUGH!” I screamed as I kicked at him, aiming for his face. I wasn’t playing around anymore. I was fucking scared. Whoever this was had made their point. I was panting and breathless as he climbed on top of me and put the sharp knife up to my throat. 

“Bitch. You’re a slut,” he said, his voice obviously deep and male. He didn’t sound like anyone I knew, and so I fought him. I fought him with all my might until I was weak. He waited for me to grow tired and that’s when he made his move. He pulled my leggings off of me with one hand, while the knife pressed against my neck with his other hand. “Spread your legs,” he told me and I watched in horror as he opened my legs up and placed the knife on my panties. He cut them open as I shrieked, my screams loud and panicked. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. My heart was beating so fast and I couldn’t bear to think about what was about to happen. 

Michael Myers was about to rape me. He took the sharp tip of the knife and poked my clit with it as I screamed. 

“Please! Stop! Please!” I didn’t dare move with his knife on my clit like that. I gave up and gave in. This guy was a psycho. He was dangerous. I would be lucky if he let me live. Michael Myers was a killer, and maybe this guy was too. I didn’t know. “Please…” I begged again. 

Meanwhile, “Michael” was getting his cock out and I tried to look at it, to see if it belonged to someone I knew, but I didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t my boyfriend, or any of my ex-boyfriends. He held me down while he shoved his cock into my pussy and then he put the knife up to my neck, which was a welcome change from it being against my clit. That had shaken me to the core, but he was shaking me even deeper as he raped me. He grunted and snarled like a monster as he used my pussy to get himself off. 

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His thrusts were desperate and angry, the way someone fucks a woman they are just using to get off in. I felt like nothing more than a set of flesh holes for him, and it made me cry as I thought about the reality of what was happening to me. 

“Just relax and cum, you slut,” Michael snarled at me and that only made me cry harder. He gripped my neck with one hand, holding the knife in the other as he used my pussy to get himself off. The harder he choked me the happier he seemed to be. I couldn’t breathe and I was making noises, trying to get air in my lungs. I heard him chuckle with joy. “Your cunt is so tight.” 

“Fuck you!” I tried to say, but the words barely came out because he was choking my neck so tightly. I couldn’t help what happened next, but it was something that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Michael fucked me harder and harder until I found that my pussy was responding to his cock the way that it would if it was any other cock in me. I began to cum and I tried like hell not to let it happen, but once it did I couldn’t stop it. I came so fucking hard on his cock, my pussy hopelessly spasming with pleasure. I came once, twice, and a third time. 

“See, I knew you were a fucking slut. Cumming from getting raped. I chose the right slut to fuck. Hehehe.” His laugh disgusted me, but I was at his mercy as he finished himself off in me. “Take my cum, bitch,” he snarled and then, as if remembering he still had a knife he held it up to my throat as he finished himself off inside of me. 

“You were a good fuck. I’ll be back for you on Halloween,” he snarled. He pushed my body away from him as if I were something foul. And then he turned and ran from me, leaving me mostly naked with his cum pouring from my pussy. I felt so used and afraid, and I cried there for a while before I got up and made my way back to the house. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t believe this had happened to me. I wondered who had been behind that mask. 

By the time I got back home it almost seemed like it hadn’t even happened. All was quiet and still, and as I looked around I couldn’t believe that I had just been raped. I didn’t know if I should call the police or something, but instead I called my boyfriend, hoping he could help me somehow. There was cum still dripping from my pussy and down my legs, reminding me that it had been real. My boyfriend would know what to do. He would help me. I dialed his number as I collapsed onto the living room floor into a pile and began to cry. He had said he was coming back for me on Halloween. To say I was frightened was an understatement. 

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