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pussy and gouging me harder. He stuffed me hard and fast but took minutes on end to break. They were both in giggling awe of his staying power, and the more I moaned against my will, the more I shuddered at his stubborn erection that only seemed to plunge deeper each time, the more it pleased them.
“No! No more!” I cried, not in pain but in ecstasy, afraid of losing total control of my senses and what might come out of me if he kept thrusting. My hands wrought up in straps, the only way my body could move was side to side, which only helped his cock go in deeper and withdraw in twisting fury.
I screamed and creamed, as Tyler came inside of me two, his deposit even more thicker and heavier. For the next hour, all I could hear was the sound of my own raging voice and that disturbing, never ending sound of the bed bouncing, squeaking because of an uneven leg. It became ingrained in my mind.
Their ego was completely satiated, and all the more so when in my breathy and quivering voice, I asked them to please leave. To let me recover. With each full body quake, and another assurance of “please go”, I sounded less like a shamed prostitute at the depths of depravity, and more like a horny woman who had just been ejected outside of her own body.
I watched them smile at each other as they got up and cleaned themselves off. They waited until they were completely suited up before they helped me out of the straps. Always staring at me…right into my used pussy. Right into my teary eyes. Right into my naked soul.
They left me another tip and left without a word. I almost broke down and shouted, I’m not really a prostitute, you know. But something tells me if I had said that, they would have just cackled to themselves. I was a prostitute, at least for this one night. This experiment, that had no meaning, no logic behind it, except for pleasure.
And now…officially now. That’s when I hit rock bottom. Compared to pretending to be a prostitute and taking two boys’ money for sex, Brody screwing me on my kitchen counter was a fairly classy thing to do.
**
August
Feeling a bit anti-social, given my relapse into self-destruction, I began withdrawing from society and avoiding new men in my life. This only left me with reruns, the same guys I previously said Yes to, only to lose interest. It is funny how a little distance can drive men wild—even if they aren’t the chasing type.
I finally allowed Nate the pleasure of penetration and intercourse, after months of using him as my own personal toy. I decided that there wasn’t any great or special thing about me, and I might as well do something kind for a guy who more or less deserved it, at least compared to some of the other fiends.
I rocked on in his bed, letting him thrust into me, and taking his dick deep inside, letting him push in as hard as he wanted, no need to be gentle with the kind of woman I was.
Nate, however, was as big as a freak as I was, apparently. Since what really got him off was telling him how unworthy he was.
“Tell me…tell me what you’re doing later,” he said, turning red in the face and thrusting faster inside of me. He didn’t dare touch my hair but felt honored when I grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer.
“Mmmm…” I said, feeling the heat and giving him his fantasy. “I’m going to meet my boyfriend.”
“And?”
“And we’re going to have sex.”
“Right after me?”
“Oh yeah…because he’s a real man. You get me a little horny…but he satisfies me completely.”
“Sounds like a bigger guy than me. Is he big?”
“Much bigger…like compared a toothpick to a big old sausage.” I said, smiling, looking into Nate’s eyes. I raised my eyebrows, playing along with the fantasy. It was enough
“No! No more!” I cried, not in pain but in ecstasy, afraid of losing total control of my senses and what might come out of me if he kept thrusting. My hands wrought up in straps, the only way my body could move was side to side, which only helped his cock go in deeper and withdraw in twisting fury.
I screamed and creamed, as Tyler came inside of me two, his deposit even more thicker and heavier. For the next hour, all I could hear was the sound of my own raging voice and that disturbing, never ending sound of the bed bouncing, squeaking because of an uneven leg. It became ingrained in my mind.
Their ego was completely satiated, and all the more so when in my breathy and quivering voice, I asked them to please leave. To let me recover. With each full body quake, and another assurance of “please go”, I sounded less like a shamed prostitute at the depths of depravity, and more like a horny woman who had just been ejected outside of her own body.
I watched them smile at each other as they got up and cleaned themselves off. They waited until they were completely suited up before they helped me out of the straps. Always staring at me…right into my used pussy. Right into my teary eyes. Right into my naked soul.
They left me another tip and left without a word. I almost broke down and shouted, I’m not really a prostitute, you know. But something tells me if I had said that, they would have just cackled to themselves. I was a prostitute, at least for this one night. This experiment, that had no meaning, no logic behind it, except for pleasure.
And now…officially now. That’s when I hit rock bottom. Compared to pretending to be a prostitute and taking two boys’ money for sex, Brody screwing me on my kitchen counter was a fairly classy thing to do.
**
August
Feeling a bit anti-social, given my relapse into self-destruction, I began withdrawing from society and avoiding new men in my life. This only left me with reruns, the same guys I previously said Yes to, only to lose interest. It is funny how a little distance can drive men wild—even if they aren’t the chasing type.
I finally allowed Nate the pleasure of penetration and intercourse, after months of using him as my own personal toy. I decided that there wasn’t any great or special thing about me, and I might as well do something kind for a guy who more or less deserved it, at least compared to some of the other fiends.
I rocked on in his bed, letting him thrust into me, and taking his dick deep inside, letting him push in as hard as he wanted, no need to be gentle with the kind of woman I was.
Nate, however, was as big as a freak as I was, apparently. Since what really got him off was telling him how unworthy he was.
“Tell me…tell me what you’re doing later,” he said, turning red in the face and thrusting faster inside of me. He didn’t dare touch my hair but felt honored when I grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer.
“Mmmm…” I said, feeling the heat and giving him his fantasy. “I’m going to meet my boyfriend.”
“And?”
“And we’re going to have sex.”
“Right after me?”
“Oh yeah…because he’s a real man. You get me a little horny…but he satisfies me completely.”
“Sounds like a bigger guy than me. Is he big?”
“Much bigger…like compared a toothpick to a big old sausage.” I said, smiling, looking into Nate’s eyes. I raised my eyebrows, playing along with the fantasy. It was enough
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