The men I fucked this week

I snatched one more glimpse of his cock before I shut the website. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Wasn’t I a respectable person with high morals? How could I possibly look at a man’s penis on the internet? Was I really that depraved? My brain was doing overtime trying to justify my indiscretions. A nice, wholesome girl, gone bad. All I could hope for was that no-one would find out.

That was 2 years ago, and a lot has changed since then. Everyone still thinks of me as that lovely girl, so sweet and lonely, but they don’t know what goes on behind closed doors…

So far this week I’ve fucked 13 guys in person, phone-fucked 8 others, and sent filthy messages over the internet to at least another 30. I’m a woman of loose morals now. I have become a depraved whore in the last couple of years, and I’m having trouble keeping my legs closed. I guess I’m a slut who’ll fuck anything on two legs. Let me tell you about this weeks fucks...

The first guy I met on AMM. He was in the Qld chat room, and had apparently looked at my titty shots. He asked for access to my private gallery where he got to see me pushing a dildo in my snatch and then into my mouth. He was very straight forward and asked if he could come over and ‘do’ me. I always like to know what my next lay looks like before I meet him, but this bloke didn’t have a pic. I decided to say yes anyway because my juices were running.

About half an hour later he turned up. I opened the door and he forced himself on top of me there and then. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it, but I would have liked to have got a better look at his face before I started sucking his cock. He sprayed his load on my face, told me I was a ‘good fucking slut’, then left.

My needs weren’t met so I got straight back on line and got another bite straight away. This bloke reckoned he’d lick my pussy for hours. I gave him my address and he turned up about 11pm. He looked me up and down, then unzipped his pants. For some reason I just can’t help myself, and always end up on my knees with my head between a blokes legs. This bloke had an average sized dick and it fitted nicely in my mouth. He made me stop just before he was ready to cum, and asked me to spread my legs. No problem, I’m used to that. He lay on top of me missionary style and pumped away until I felt those familiar warm spurts filling my hole. When he was finished he helped me push my dildo in, then he ferociously flicked away at my clit until I came.

The third guy who fucked me this week was a dom. I met him on a telephone dating site. He sounded like an arrogant prick, and he kept demanding that I meet up with him in a city hotel. I treated it as a joke at first, and made the mistake of telling him to “get fucked”. His tone and demeanour changed and I realised that I was messing with a very serious man. It turned me on. He told me I was a low-life whore, and that I was to submit to him immediately. I was about to say ‘no’ when he recited my telephone number, and told me he would let all my friends and neighbours know what a slut I was, if I didn’t submit to him immediately. When I arrived at his hotel, he answered the door naked except for a loin cloth covering his penis. He told me I was a stupid fucking slut then he grabbed my top and hauled me inside. Once the door was shut he looked at me and said “you can leave any time you like, just say so”. He looked me up and down making me feel like an absolute wench, then said “I know you won’t leave though, because you’re a cum-bucket, fuck-slut… aren’t you”? I didn’t answer, and immediately felt his open-handed slap across my face. It stung. “You’re a cum-bucket, fuck-slut, aren’t you”? “Yes sir”, I replied this time.

I asked him his name, he said “mind your own fucking business, whore”, then he took me to a bedroom and pushed me onto a massage table. He made me lay on my back, spread-eagled, then chained my wrists and ankles up so I couldn’t move. He put his weight on top of me, stuck a finger in my slit, and started kissing me with an open mouth. As his finger thrusted in and out, he licked my face and repeatedly called me a whore. I was wet beyond belief. I told him to “fuck me and treat me like a slut”. I was expecting him to withdraw, but he didn’t. Instead he straddled me, grabbed a fist full of my hair, and stuck his dick in my mouth. It was already hard, and so fucking big! He took it out and cock-slapped my face with it

Then he got off my chest and walked around behind my head. He grabbed me under the chin and stretched my head back. Again he entered my mouth with his cock, but this time he was serious. “Deepthroat bitch”. He guided the shaft in and out a few times, while his hands clasped around my face. I could feel his balls hitting the back of my head. After a couple of moments, he pulled back. I thought he was going to withdraw, but instead he took a second to move his big hands down to my tits. He squeezed them hard, leaned forward and sucked each nipple, then slapped them both several times, leaving large red welt marks. “You fucking little whore”, he said as he punished my tits. “Sluts like you need a rock hard mouth fucking”. “Open wide bitch”. With that he thrust his cock deep and hard down my throat, over and over again. I really did feel like a used slut. He sounded like he was about to cum, when I finally felt his big knob slowly making its way out of my throat. I started to gag and thought I was going to lose it, when he slapped me across the face and told me to get my fucking act together.

After he withdrew I wondered if he was going to fuck my pussy. He didn’t though, instead he left the room. I waited for him to return, but an hour later he still hadn’t. I felt really vulnerable, tied-up, spread eagled on the massage table. Suddenly I heard someone talking. Who was he talking to? I listened again. There was a group… at least 6 of them. I suddenly felt a surge of juices rush through my body. My pussy was wet. On one hand it turned me on, but on the other, I just wasn’t sure…

He opened the door and I heard him say “that’s her boys, go for it”. I started to say ‘no’, then he grabbed my cheeks roughly, brought his face up to mine and said “do you want to leave”? I looked around, and counted… there were 10 of them. “No”, I whispered. With that he slapped my face again, told me it was a ‘good decision from a low-life slut’, then told me to open my mouth. He pushed his cock in again, and at the same time motioned to one of the men to start fucking my pussy. They loosed the restraints on my wrists and pulled my body down the table just far enough for them to get easy access to my pussy.

So there I was with a dom fucking my face and another 10 guys lined up to fuck my pussy. The first guy had an exceptionally fat cock and he rammed it in hard. He grabbed a hold of my legs and spread them as wide as he could. All I could hear while he thrusted was him saying “yeah, fucking fat whore, fucking fat whore…”. But I was still somewhat distracted by my mouth copping a rogering, while he squeezed my tits at the same time. Next thing, I hear the fat cock bloke yelling “I’m cumming, I’m cumming”! Immediately, the master withdrew from my mouth. I didn’t know what was happening until the fat cocked bloke came running up beside my face and stared spraying his hot jism all over me! Half the other blokes were egging him on… “yeah Max, give it to her”; “spray your cum on her… she’s a slut, she loves it”. But while he was spurting his last bits of cum on me, another bloke had taken his place and was fucking my pussy. That’s when I realised I was copping a full-forced bukkake bath! One after the other, every single one of those guys fucked my cunt, then ran around in time to pump their spunk all over my face, through my hair, and on my tits! It was warm and sticky, and the bits that got in my mouth were salty. There was so much of it.

One after the other, the men told me what a dirty fucking bitch I was. Once they were done, they wagged their soft cocks in my face and told me I’d be back for more. One of them forced me to suck his shaft until it was hard again – all the other blokes stood and watched while he fucked my face. It seemed to take forever for him to get hard again, but eventually he did. He didn’t pull out when he was read to cum, instead he grabbed a hold of my head with one hand, and squeezed my tits with the other… then he thrust hard a few times until he came. I tried not to swallow, but he kept pushing harder until I had no choice. I gagged a bit, but managed to get it all down before he withdrew, reminding me again what a “fucking little slut” I was.

I went home that night, very pleased with myself. I masturbated for an eternity, while I reminisced about the day’s events. The best part of all was that I knew the master had a video set up in the corner, and I knew my depravity would be posted on the internet for millions to enjoy.


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chubbygal