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Jan. 30, 2003
11:30 am
with your cock in your hand, you watch. six feet away in the middle of this small bare room there is a basic, brown table about six feet in length. you see me on the table on my hands and knees getting fucked by a naked man. i am wearing a tight white tank top that still covered my tits and a short khaki skirt that has been lifted to expose my ass and bald pussy. the thin strip of my white thong was pushed aside to allow access to my fuck hole where you see a cock sliding in and out of. on my feet are my black, high-heeled strappy sandals.
i turn my head to lock my eyes with yours as the man gently pulls me towards him with his hands on my ass and then away with each stroke. at last from his groans you can tell that the man is cumming inside of me. for a minute after, he leaves his cock inside of me, and then pulls out. you can see drops of his white cum on the folds of my pussy lips. the man walks toward a chair that is on one side of the room and sits down. you step towards me and turn me around so that i am on my back. with your hands on my hips you scoot me down so my pussy is about an inch or two off the table. you place yourself between my legs, the way i always want a man to be. "please," i beg. "fuck me." you look down at my white panties. you take two hands, place them a few inches apart on the tops of my panties, and rip them in half, making me gasp in surprise. you take the tip of your cock and press it on my clit, playing with it, driving me crazy. "i need a cock inside of me," i say. "please, please fuck me. i need this." you smile and pull your cock away from me. it seems like you have something planned but i don't know what. you don't seem to follow people's requests. you take a finger and proceed to fuck my messy pussy with it. you knew that my pussy was already full of cum from that man and my own liquids but you decide to fuck me with your finger anyway. that's because you can tell from my eyes that nothing makes me feel more disposable, more whorish, more of a sex object than having fingers up my pussy. the fact that i have to open my legs like this to get this treatment makes me blush. you have access to my world, i only lay in mercy. i start to whimper. "please, more fingers." "you whore," you say. "nice, respectable girls don't lay on this table begging to be fucked by more fingers. what's the matter? got fucked so many times that your pussy has outgrown one finger?" i close my eyes in shame. i couldn't tell you that i know for a fact that my pussy is tight. before today i was celibate for three years, trying to change my previous nymphomaniac days. no more was i going to go to a mall to propose to any store clerk to fuck my aching pussy in the stock room. no more was i going to be so desperate for a cock, any cock to be in my pussy that i'd even go door to door in my neighborhood asking the men to "help me with my vcr" but then lay naked on my couch, legs wide open begging for a fuck. yes, i turned over a new leaf and today i had to ruin it. but from your fingers i start to feel the familiar ache in my pussy that screams for constant attention. i knew that this ache would bother me all hours of the day and night; there will be no stopping it. i was born a whore. i swallow. "please..." i whisper. you smile. "please, what?" a tear rolls down my cheek. "please stretch me with your fingers or fuck me with your cock." you chuckle and take your finger out. with that finger you trace the pink lips of my pussy, making me shiver in crazy need. finally you place three fingers at my opening and shove it in. i gasp. i've forgotten how much i loved having fingers in my pussy. i rock my body to your rhythm, asking for more. you chuckle at this. that's when you decide to take your fingers out. "no," i say, "i need more... that wasn't enough..." you take your rock hard cock and press it against the lips of my pussy and slowly make it inside of me. i gasp at your length. i am ecstatic that you are leaving your cock inside my pussy, for me to enjoy the feeling of having my emptiness filled with a nice hot cock. as you look down to see our connection i squeeze you with my muscles. "mmm i'm ready," i whisper. you place your hands on the tops of my thighs and proceed to fuck me slow. you want me to feel every inch of you and beg for more. "faster," i plead. you quicken your pace, but only slightly. "look at you," you say. "look at how cheap and easy you are, laying there getting fucked with your clothes still on." i smile. your cock feels so incredible inside of me that i don't care whatever that is done to me. yes, this is my calling. i don't just want, i need this. i was born a cum slut. "don't stop fucking me," i say to you. you look up and see another man, also naked, approach us towards my head. you nod at him. i turn my head to where you are looking and am greeted by a delicious fat cock in my face. my mouth salivates at the sight. "suck me, bitch," he says. gratefully, i open my mouth to accept another cock to invade my body. as i start sucking this man's cock you notice how hot and additionally wet my pussy is starting to get. you realize that i am even more of a whore than you initially thought: i take full enjoyment in having as many men invading my body as i can. while watching me suck his cock, you pump harder into me. i moan against his cock, enjoying the fact that i am getting used as an object. you look down and watch my fuck hole swallow your cock whole and notice how much wetter your cock is than the last man to fuck me. you smile at this, knowing that i most certainly think that you are a much better fuck. but you already knew this. that's when you decide enough is enough and proceed to slam into me, spearing that cock into my cunt hole like you had no cares for me. the nice fat cock in my mouth that muffles my cries decides to take your lead and force itself down my throat. he grabs my hair and fucks my mouth hard and fast, refusing to get cheated out of more pleasure than he believes that he deserves. my hands grip at the edges of the table that ferociously shakes from our activity. you take my legs and push them towards my head and continue to fuck me hard. the cock leaves my mouth, freeing my head and my sore lips. i turn my head and lock my eyes with you once again. i see the beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you work your cock inside of me. "yes," i whisper. "fuck me... fuck me... oh yes..." i reach my right hand down and rub my clit, making my muscles produce squeezes around your cock. i rub my clit madly as i watch you fuck me good... you can tell that i am already on the brink of cumming... i am so turned on and my pussy is getting so wet that it only takes a few rubbings of my clit to get me there. "i'm gonna cum," i say. "can i cum?" "cum all over my cock," you answer. just as you say that my pussy starts contracting, squeezing, and pouring honey all over your cock. after my wild orgasm you start to fuck me faster. you see me laying there begging, wanting, needing your incredible cock to fuck me. you hear me moan, enjoying every inch of you that trespassed its way into me. i squeeze your cock again, making my hole extremely tight, yet still wet and slippery. i can see that you are close to cumming, and i tell you to shoot your load on me, to let me wear it. you moan and start fucking me so hard and very fast, allowing a familiar soreness between my legs to appear from the wonderful abuse. i beg for more. "come on, fuck this pussy. show me what your cock can do. use my hole for your pleasure." by this time the table is shaking uncontrollably from you driving your cock inside my hole. i hear the table squeaking but i don't care, i just hold on for the incredible ride. finally you take your cock out of my pussy, stroke yourself a few times and make your mark on me by squirting your cum all over my pussy. i smile gratefully. i decide right then and there that i am not going to take a shower when i get home; i am going to find one of my old "special" friends and let him fuck me with cum still inside of me and on me. you look at me and then at one of the men in the room. "dump the whore out," you order. suddenly a man grabs me by the arm, lifts me off the table, drags me across the room to the door, and pushes me outside, where i stand stunned. the breeze of the open air makes me remember that my skirt is still around my waist. just as i pull my skirt down to hide my bare ass, the door opens again and a man tosses my torn panties at me. i pick it up. i am going to save this as a souvenir. that's when i realize that i had no idea where i am at. the last place i remember is at the mall, where they took me from my car, shoved me in a van and brought me here...
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