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slut-problems: Our naughty book club meeting g…

slut-problems:

Our naughty book club meeting got a little out of control! We had decided to read this book called Hollow Girl by Slut Problems, which Pamela had suggested. She said it was way better than those 50 shades books and so we all agreed to it. I did my part, reading the book in two days. It was so fucking hot that I had to fuck myself in the bathroom at work several times, and I definitely had to re-red some of the good parts back at home with the strongest vibrator I owned. My husband had been getting a lot more sex from me as well. So much so that he asked me what was going on. 

“Are you having an affair?” he accused me. 

“No. It’s just this book I’ve been reading and this blog…” I grabbed the book from my nightstand, the earmarked pages for the good parts folded at the corners. I handed it to him and watched his eyes light up as he read the description on the back. 

“You’re reading porn?” he asked. 

“It’s for my book club. Pamela suggested it!” I explained. 

“I always knew that Pamela was a fucking slut!” he said and he grabbed me and kissed me. It was on! We tore each other’s clothes off and I let him fuck me just the way Allison lets Roger fuck her in the book. I let him tie me up and use me and I loved every second of it! I imagined I was Allison, young and afraid as an older man ravaged my body. I came so fucking hard on my husband’s cock that I milked every last drop from him. 

“Wow, I love what this book has done to you,” he said when we were cuddling afterwards. 

“You should see this girl’s blog, too,” I said and I pulled it up on my phone and handed it to my husband. Let’s just say we fucked the rest of the night and even a few times the next morning. 

By the time I got to my book club the next evening my pussy was so sore from all the fucking we had done. I was certain I couldn’t possibly cum any more that day. Pamela had decorated the house tastefully for the event, with a table full of snacks, including a white cake that was delicious. I took my seat in the living room in one of the chairs and waited for Pamela to start our meeting. Eight of us were in attendance that evening, each of us with our Hollow Girl copies in our laps. 

“So, what did you think of the book, ladies?” Pamela asked eagerly. 

“Fuck this book,” Barbara said as she crossed her legs. “This was seriously disturbing!” 

‘What was disturbing about it Barbara?” Pamela asked her. Barbara sighed. 

“Well, I can’t tell you how turned on I was at the beginning of the book, but then…well, those gang rape scenes were just so brutal. I couldn’t stop reading it, but it was so awful for Allison.” 

“I had more orgasms from reading this book than all of the 50 shades books combined,” Kelly chimed in. “Yeah the rape scenes were fucked up but all those lesbian scenes were hot!” 

“I liked where she gets tied up by Roger! Both times!” I said. “I thought that was super hot, I love bondage! Plus, my husband and I had so much sex after I read it. It was awesome” 

“Fuck the book,” Pamela said. “I love it, but have you read this girl’s blog?” 

“YES!” I chimed in. “It’s almost as good as the book!” 

Just then, Pamela’s husband Chris walked into the room. He went to the snack table and grabbed a piece of the white cake and popped a forkful into his mouth. 

“Great cake,” he said. “How are you ladies tonight,” he interrupted. 

“We are discussing Hollow Girl,” she told him. 

“This is the only book I’ve read in the past three years,” Chris said pointing to Pamela’s copy. “Amazing book choice, ladies!”

“Wait. You’ve read the book?” Pamela asked him. 

“Well, you left it in the bathroom!” he laughed. “My favorite part is big rape scene where she’s in the giant cage! So hot! Thanks for the cake,” he said to his wife. 

“Wait! Don’t go! You’ve read the book, you should stay for the discussion,” she told him. She winked at him. The rest of us shifted uncomfortably in our chairs. We’d never had a guy at our book club before. 

“Okay,” he said sitting down and shoving more cake in his mouth. 

“Let’s read excerpts of our favorite parts,” Pamela suggested. “Ellen, you go first!” 

“Okay,” Ellen said turning to her bookmarked pages. “I like this part,” she began to read out loud; 

““Allison, I’m sick of fucking
around here. You are not going to mess with me, understand?” Richie asked. He
began to touch my leg in a sexual way, moving his hand up and down and up and
down. Despite the fact that I should’ve hated him for treating me badly it felt
so good that I watched in horror as my leg lifted and pushed itself out, toward
his touch so that he would know it was okay to touch me.

            He
took the hint and started to massage my legs, and then took off my shoe and
began to massage my foot. He went into a full body massage, taking off my pants
and shirt, in order to better massage my body, he explained. He worked his
fingers into my back, my shoulders, my buttocks, my thighs. He paid
particularly close attention to my thighs, working his fingers closer and
closer to my pussy, until they were touching me there, moving to my clit, and
then slipping slowly in and out of my vagina. I was so soaking wet and my body
was hungry to be touched, kissed, caressed, and fucked. I didn’t care at that
moment who was doing the touching and fucking, even if it was him.

            “You
like this, don’t you?” he asked softly, huskily as he let two fingers slide
into me at once and then back out. He began to work those two fingers in and
out of me, over and over until I was pushing myself out onto them, bucking
against them, creaming all over them. I wanted him to take me, to make love to
me, to kiss me,” 

Ellen looked up to see that none of us were paying attention. While she had been reading Chris had pulled his cock out of his pants and began to stroke it. I saw it first and I looked to Pamela and pointed at Chris. Pamela smiled a naughty smile at me and motioned for me to join her in attacking her husband’s cock. Next thing I knew my mouth was wrapped around Chris’s hard shaft and I was choking on him. A couple of the other girls joined me and Pamela began to push my head down onto her husband’s cock. Ellen put her book down and crouched down and attacked his balls. There were four of us sucking his cock at the same time. 

“You should fuck him,” Pamela said to me and even though my pussy had been so sore from all the masturbating and fucking I had done in the past few days, I was so horny I couldn’t feel it. I hopped onto Chris’s cock and began to bounce. Pamela got underneath us and licked. 

Some of the other women began to make out and next thing we all knew the book club meeting had disintegrated into a full-on orgy. Chris was the only guy and he was absolutely loving it. He had eight women to himself, but of course he could only fuck so many of us before we had emptied all of his cum. Then he watched as we entertained each other just like Allison and Jessica do in Hollow Girl. I couldn’t believe I was still fucking! I thought I had been tapped out before the meeting, but this fucking book just got everyone going again and again. It was the best book we had chosen yet and the best book club meeting ever!

It was no walk in the park, taking his cum lik…

It was no walk in the park, taking his cum like that in public where anyone could just walk by and see. He had lured me out into the park with the promise of a picnic and spending some time getting to know one another. It wasn’t our first date, but we hadn’t had sex yet. He was still on his best behavior the way that guys were before they’d slept with you. He spread the blanket he’d brought onto the grass and allowed me to set the picnic basket he’d prepared down. I opened it up as I knelt down and saw that there was a bottle of wine and some plastic cups, and what looked like a few containers of food. 

“Wine? How nice,” I said, and I pulled the bottle out and smiled. Pinot Noir? Hmmm. I wasn’t a wine person, but whatever it was it would probably get me drunk. He fished a bottle opener out of the basket and opened the wine for me, pouring it into a red cup for me. He poured one for himself. 

“A toast, to new friends!” he said, holding up his cup. I tapped my cup to his and smiled. 

“To new friends!” We drank as he pulled out the food. We nibbled a bit before he pulled me to him for a kiss. Before I knew it, his hand was up my skirt and he had two fingers in my pussy, The wine made my face feel hot, and as I kissed him I realized I was ready, He had seduced me. I wanted to fuck him. It really was too bad we were in the middle of a park. 

“Feel me,” he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his hardness through his shorts and I enjoyed the way it felt in my hand. I wanted him to do more to me and so I opened my legs to let him know that it was okay to do whatever he wanted. He stopped to pull his cock out and he placed my hand on it. 

“Wow, your cock is big,” I said simply, knowing that I’d never fucked a guy with a cock as big as his. I was excited, and I realized that I didn’t care that we were at a park. I didn’t care that we were in public. No one was out here. I could fuck him right here and no one would even see. I stroked his cock as he continued to work his fingers in and out of me. I could feel my own pussy juices dripping and they made a wet, squishing sound as he worked his fingers in me. “I want to fuck you. Please. Fuck me,” I begged him. I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he smiled as he lifted my skirt a bit and replaced his fingers with his thickness. His cock pushed deep and it felt so good inside of me that I let out a tentative moan. I looked around, worried that we were being watched, but we were alone in the park and there was not a soul in sight. He fucked me harder with every thrust and before I knew it I was screaming as I came for him. We were really going at it now, and I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do, but it sure felt good. I’d never fucked in such a public place, and doing so was making me cum so much harder than I’d ever cum. 

I had never known that I had it in me to be an exhibitionist, but I was finding out new things about myself! I was extremely happy that I had come on this picnic. I was cumming my ass off and I wasn’t bothering to be quiet. My screams were so loud that they filled the large park and I was certain if anyone walked by they would think that I was being raped or murdered. It sure sounded like it, but I was in a glorious euphoria. I was in the perfect rapture of a series of orgasms that trumped all the times I’d cum before this. 

“You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he asked me, and I froze for a moment. He had asked if I was a slut. I wasn’t sure if I was one or not, to be honest. I didn’t do things like this every day, but right now I was feeling pretty slutty and so I said what he wanted to hear. 

“YES! I’M A SLUT! I’M A SLUT!” I screamed for him. 

“Good! Then take my cum, you slut!’ he screamed, and he stood up behind me and pulled me up so his cock was right over my face. “Look up at me. I want to see your eyes while I cum all over your slutty face!” 

I lifted my eyes up and found his. Our eyes locked as he stroked his cock fervently. He knew that I was a slut now. We were done pretending. Gone was the nice guy who had been respectful. In his place was a man who was about to dump a load of cum all over my slutty, little face. I opened my mouth and listened as he let out a slow moan. 

“Take my cum, slut!” he screamed as his cum began to release. He rested his cock on my forehead and his cum squirted out, flowing down my face in a waterfall of lust that coated my features. I felt like the biggest cum slut as he ruined my make-up with his orgasm. I shut my eyes to keep the cum from hitting them, and I could feel the eruption of his cum as it traveled down my face like hot lava from a volcano. 

“How do you feel?” he asked me, the last of his cum dripping from his cock. 

“I feel…like a slut.”

“You are a slut,” he told me. “I’ve gone on a lot of picnics. Most girls don’t let me fuck them and cum all over their faces. Only you. You’re a slut.” 

“Is that a good thing?” I asked, not really sure if it was. “I mean, I don’t do things like this all the time. In fact, this is the first time I’ve ever done something like this.” 

“That’s what all sluts say,” he said, but I could tell he was teasing. 

“I can’t believe no one saw us!” I confided, with excitement. “I’ve never done public sex like this. It was a rush!” I could feel the cum running into my eyes and I wiped at them. 

“Well, I hate to break this to you, but we have a bit of an audience.” He pointed off in the distance and I saw a couple of guys who had been playing baseball. I hadn’t seen them before. 

“Oh my God! You mean they were watching?” 

“Yeah.” The guys on the baseball diamond saw me looking their way and they began to clap, as if I had just done a performance. One of them did a fist pump in the air, too. 

“Well, looks like they enjoyed the show. Should we give them more?” I asked my picnic buddy. 

“Sure,” he said with a laugh. “You’re not doing a good job of pretending to not be a slut, though. I’m on to you.” 

“Maybe I am a slut,” I said with a shrug, and then I grabbed his cock, bent down and took it in my mouth. I made sure to face the direction of the baseball diamond. I wanted my audience to see every slutty second of what was about to happen. 

He enjoyed showing me off, and I knew that abo…

He enjoyed showing me off, and I knew that about him. Sometimes it made me feel uncomfortable, but that was usually when I wasn’t all the way horny. When I was nice and wet and horny as hell, I found that I enjoyed being showed off, and I longed to be shared the way he sometimes talked about during sex. 

He was fucking me one night, and I was all worked up when he told me he had a surprise for me. I figured it was another load of cum, but it wasn’t. Instead he got up and clicked on his computer keyboard. 

“What are you doing? Come back. I need you to make me cum some more!” I begged. 

“Hold on. This is part of your surprise. You’re going to love it.” He paused and concentrated on what he was doing. Then he turned the screen to face me and I saw myself in it. I didn’t understand. “We’re live streaming! Wave hello!” 

“Wait. What?” I wasn’t sure if I was okay with this, but he didn’t give me much time to argue with him about it. He shoved his cock down my throat and commanded me to suck. My slut reflexes kicked in and I began to suck, not sure who was watching. It seemed like this was turning him on more than anything else we had ever done. His cock was so hard in my mouth and I had a hard time not choking on it. It made my pussy so wet and I knew I needed him inside of me. I pulled my mouth from his cock to beg him for what I needed.

“I need to fuck you,” I moaned to him and he could sense my need. He put me on my hands and knees on the bed and he paused before he sunk his cock into me. 

“I sent out an invite to all of our Tumblr friends. So they could watch you get fucked. They are all watching right now,” he informed me. With one long stroke he pushed into me and I let out a howl for my Tumblr audience. I loved that all of those people might be watching and I came pretty easily as I thought about it. But then, he dropped a bomb on me. 

“I sent out the invite to some of our other friends as well. From real life,” he admitted and I could feel his cock pulse as he confessed this. 

“Who?” I asked, afraid of the answer. He rattled off a rather long list of names as he continued to fuck me. “So why don’t you just stick that pussy out and fuck my cock so everyone can see what a slut I have!” 

I wanted to do that, but I was hesitant about it. I didn’t know what to think. I felt a twinge of anger that he hadn’t asked me before telling so many of our friends from real life, but I was also extremely aroused and as he continued to fuck me I realized that I couldn’t help it. I was horny and I wanted to fuck. If all those people were watching, then I was going to put on a real show. 

“I can’t believe everyone is watching!” I looked into the computer screen and wondered who was actually watching. The thought of all my friends watching made my pussy lose control. I came hard then, losing myself. I bucked against his cock, letting my screams escape my mouth, letting them fill the room, and the webcam, and maybe even filling the ears of my close friends, and the people I’d met on Tumblr. 

I imagined people jacking off or touching their pussies while they watched him fuck me on camera. I imagined people cumming as they watched me cum, as the sounds of my screams filled their senses. I knew that I was enjoying this, and I knew he was enjoying it too. He loved the thought of everyone seeing what a slut he got to fuck. He was probably so excited right now as his cock slammed into me with a vengeance.

“Cum for me you fucking slut. Show everyone what a cum slut you are! Beg for my cum!” My orgasm took off and I was filled with a rich pleasure that spread into every cell of my being.

“Give me your cum! I’m a slut! I’m a slut!” I screamed and I knew he was cumming just as hard as I was. We’d been together long enough now that I knew most things about him sexually. I could tell by his breathing that he had finished and he smiled down at me as I looked over my shoulder. 

“So are people really watching, or did you just say that to get me going?” I asked. 

“Oh, people were watching all right. Check this out.” He pulled up a log of all the people that had accessed the stream. There were hundreds of viewers. I began to flush with a heat of embarrassment. ALL those people had seen me fucking. They had seen me cum. It was so hot when I was horny and full of dick, but now that it was over I felt a sense of shame. 

“That’s a lot of people,” I said, worry creeping into my voice. 

“Yeah. Now everyone knows what a perfect slut I have,” he said with a smile. He kissed me. “I’m proud of you. I’d love to do this again sometime,” he added. “If you want.” 

I thought about it. I wasn’t sure how I felt now, but I knew that when I felt all that pressure, when I felt their eyes on me, even through the internet, that it aroused me. I had cum so hard, and I wasn’t against doing it again. It’s just that I didn’t really want anyone to know what a slut I really was, and he seemed to want everyone to know. 

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I want everyone to know I’m a slut.” 

“It’s too late for that. Everyone already knows.” I watched as he turned the webcam back on. “Let’s show them just how big of a slut you actually are.” His eyes bore into me, and I saw on the screen that there were people logging onto our stream. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Come on, baby. I know you want this. I know you want to show everyone what you can do.” He grabbed my by the head and pulled my mouth onto his cock, and before I knew it I was desperately sucking at his cock, showing off for all of my friends online. I wondered what they thought of me now. I wasn’t sure, but it sure made my pussy wet to think about it.

– pics courtesy of @jbotwg123

Yeah, I Suck 

Yeah, I Suck 

I’ll do anything to make him happy, 
anything to make him stay.
I know he thinks I’m desperate,
that I’ll let him have his way.
The truth is that I love this,
I love being his slut
being made to suck and fuck,
with my pussy, mouth and butt. 
As long as he keeps using me,
then I’ll be on my knees,
sucking cock with all my might,
trying hard to please. 

I don’t remember exactly when I realized that …

I don’t remember exactly when I realized that I had a real aptitude for sucking cock, but the guys I sucked always told me that I was the best they ever had. I didn’t really pay that much attention to their praise. I figured they were all just saying that to be nice. I had no way of knowing that I was special and that men searched their whole life for a slut like me with a bottomless throat. 

I guess I was born without a gag reflex, although I never realized it was missing. I had never known things any differently and so I must have been nineteen when the first guy made a comment about it. 

“Do you even HAVE a gag reflex?” he asked me and I smiled up at him, not sure what he was talking about.

“What do you mean? What’s a gag reflex?” I asked ignorantly. 

“In your throat. Most girls can’t suck a cock down their throat without choking, but you seem to be able to swallow my whole cock. And it’s fucking huge. Look at it!” His cock was nice and hard and I did have to admit it looked really big. It felt big too when it fucked me, but in my throat it didn’t bother me at all. I loved the way guys pounded my face, the way their balls slapped against my chin when they realized I didn’t have a gag reflex. 

Now that I knew that I was special I wanted to suck as many cocks as I could. I tried to find the biggest ones out there so I could prove to myself that I could take any and every cock, balls-deep down my throat. I challenged them to fuck my face harder and when they saw the delight in my eyes as they used my face, it made them go even harder. 

I took their cocks with a sense of purpose and pride. I loved sucking dick more than I loved fucking. It was about serving their cocks, and showing off. It was about getting their attention and their praise. It was about swallowing their cum or letting them shoot it all over my slutty face or all over my tits. 

Every guy that fucked my face came back for more, until I had nights where I was sucking four or five cocks, one after another. I met them at their houses, at parks, in public restrooms. I met them anywhere and everywhere because I wanted to suck their cocks in every scenario, in every situation. I wanted to challenge myself. 

Of course, when you have no gag reflex sucking cock the way I do isn’t really much of a challenge. The challenge is trying NOT to suck all the cocks. I mean, I have a gift. I just want to share it with others. Lots of others. That’s why I keep giving in and letting them use my throat. I let them fuck my face as hard as they want, and I accept their cum all over my face as their praise. 

“You know what this makes you. Don’t you?” Dar…

“You know what this makes you. Don’t you?” Darius asked me, and I knew. I would have answered him, it’s just that I was a bit busy. There was a cock in each one of my three holes, and I knew this made me a slut. I had known I was a slut before that day, but that was the day that sealed the deal in my mind. I couldn’t believe how I ached for sex all the time, how I couldn’t say no to it. 

I found myself offering up my body to any and every man that I thought would want to fuck me. I liked older men, and younger guys. I didn’t really care as long as they had a cock for me to fuck. I didn’t really discriminate. To me a cock was a cock. It didn’t really matter who it was attached to. I’d always had my cocks one at a time up until the day I met Darius. I was at the beach watching a reggae band when he had come up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back. 

I instantly knew that he wanted to fuck me and I let him head me down a small street to a small beach house that was just off the main drag. 

“Want to come up and meet my friends? We’ve been waiting for a girl like you.” 

“A girl like me? What’s that supposed to mean?” I had asked. 

“A girl who knows what she wants. You do know what you want, don’t you?” he had asked, and I did know and so I told him my intensions. 

“I want sex. With as many dicks as possible,” I told him earnestly. 

“I knew you were the right girl,” he said to me and he took me by the hand and led me to the steps where my fate awaited me. I followed him inside where he introduced his two friends. 

“You’re so young,” one of them said. 

“You like young pussy?” I retorted, knowing what to say to get them all going. I began to remove my clothing so they could get a look at my body. I was relatively thin, and my breasts weren’t big, but I had nice nipples. 

“God yes,” the man said and I let them close in around me. I loved the feeling of all of their older, male bodies against mine. Their chest hair was course, and their cocks were shaved smooth. I let them decide how they wanted to use me. I started by taking turns blowing each of them, when they realized that I would go for more. 

“I’ve always wanted to be air tight,” I confessed to them. 

“No fucking way!” one of the guys shook his head in disbelief. 

“What?” I asked. “I do. Will you guys help me?” I begged them. 

“I can’t believe this is happening,” the man said, but Darius reminded them that I was a lady and that I should get my wish. Darius took my ass, and one of the men took my pussy. The third man fucked my face and I let them use me like that as I came harder than I’d ever imagined I could cum. One orgasm ran into another and my voice was starting to give out from all the screaming. I had never cum this much or this intensely, and I could tell they were all about to lose it. I screamed again as my holes worked together to cum in synchrony. I could taste the cum spraying into my mouth and I could feel the other two cocks about to erupt inside of me. 

The guy in my mouth pulled out, letting my screams run free. They filled the room as I came harder and harder, taking both of the cocks inside of me along for the ride. I knew they were both cumming by the way they braced themselves, gripping onto my neck, ass and hair. There were hands everywhere, as their cum filled my holes and I tried my best to catch my breath. 

“You know what this makes you. Don’t you?” Darius asked me again. And I knew what I was in that moment. 

“Yeah. It makes me a little slut!” I said with a joy and satisfaction that most women would never know. 

“You’re most definitely a hot, little slut,” Darius agreed. 

“I love it!” I sighed. “So tell me when you’re ready to go again, guys!” They all looked pretty spent, but I was full of energy. I jumped up and began to slowly dance, hoping to entice their cocks for another round. I had just cum my ass off and I couldn’t wait to do it again. I wasn’t going to be fucking guys one at a time anymore. No, way. From now on I would fucking them in groups. Maybe even bigger than this. I couldn’t wait!

Wednesday was the hottest girl in his class, a…

Wednesday was the hottest girl in his class, and Mr. Taylor knew that he shouldn’t fuck her, just like he knew that he shouldn’t have fucked any of the other students his dick had “accidentally” slipped into. It seemed there were a lot of young students tripping and falling pussy-first onto his cock. It was uncanny how they flocked to him, with their mouths open, ready to get stuffed full of his big teacher cock. 

He knew their types. He’d seen every one of them before. There was the overachiever, who wanted to ensure that A+ with her pussy. There was the nerdy cosplay girl that liked to wear no panties and taunt him with her brazenness until he did something about it. There was the outgoing girl that couldn’t quite keep her shit together, but she made up for that by not being able to keep her legs together. And then there was Wednesday. She was the quiet type, and the type he liked the best. She left him subtle hints that he was interested and then she went in for the kill. 

Mr. Taylor’s office hours were usually spent reading quality erotic media such as Slut-Problems on Tumblr, and sometimes possibly some @brutal-whore-degrader when he was looking for something a little shorter. He would stroke his cock reading the stories about stupid, little sluts that fucked their teacher’s dicks for As. He hadn’t planned on anyone walking in, and he usually locked the door, but on that day he had forgotten for some reason. 

It was kismet. 

At that moment, Wednesday opened the door, walking right in on Mr. Taylor, his cock in his hand and an incriminating gif of a male teacher fucking the shit out of a female student displayed on his computer. Wednesday made a squeak, unable to form an actual word, but trying to say something anyway. She looked at the screen and saw the obnoxiously bright mint-colored background and a tiny, little pony icon that she recognized. 

“Is that…” she looked back and forth between his cock and the screen. Her mouth opened and shut and she blinked several times. “Is that Slut-Problems?” 

Mr. Taylor had frozen, his cock still in his hand. He knew he should have moved to put his cock away, but he couldn’t stop staring at Wednesday and his cock was growing harder. He had wanted her for a while now, and this could have been his chance. Instead, she’d caught him with his cock in his hand and she fucking knew the name of his favorite porn blog. 

“Yeah. It is,” he said. He continued to stroke his cock. “Are you a follower too?” 

“Yeah,” she whispered. “This is one of my favorite stories. Mr. Hemingway and the book of poems! ‘This is my book of poems bitch!’” she said in a sadistic voice, quoting the story. 

“Wow, you mean you’ve read this exact story? What are the odds?” 

“I’m sorry I barged in on you,” she said, looking at his cock. “But I have to say you have a very nice cock. If I wasn’t your student I would want to touch it.” She lifted her hand up, as if she were about to touch it, then pulled it away.

“Touch it,” he begged her and the tension in his voice pulled at her. She didn’t want to get in trouble, but she really wanted to fuck him. She had always wanted to fuck a teacher. It was a hot fantasy and he was a handsome man. His cock was calling to her and so she reached up again, this time grabbing it from him. She stroked it slowly at first, but then she got greedy and without thinking she dropped to her knees, letting her book bag fall off of her shoulder to the ground. She wrapped her mouth around his cock and began to suck him, her eyes open and trained on the computer, where her favorite story on her favorite blog was displayed on the screen. 

He pulled his polo shirt off, revealing that he was a heavy gym user. His body made her pussy wet and ready. That’s how sexy he was. She sucked on his cock, working the shaft with her hand. She acted so timid and shy in class, but now she was coming out of her shell with him. Now she was slurping and sucking his cock so well that he let out a deep sigh of relief. He’d needed her mouth on his cock all quarter, and now he was finally finding relief. He stood up, fucking her face harder and faster. 

He pulled her tits out of her mini dress and fondled them as she sucked him. She moaned on his cock and he realized that he needed to fuck her. He grabbed her, suddenly by the shoulder, pulled his cock from her mouth, grabbed her and threw her on the small sofa. He bent her over and without asking, he shoved his cock into her with one swift thrust. She made a sound that came from deep within her and as he began to fuck her she made that same sound every time his cock hit her cervix. It felt so good to finally be inside of her. Her pussy was so young and tight compared to his wife’s, and the best part was that he was getting paid to fuck her. He was on the clock as he pounded her tight, little cunt. 

He gripped Wednesday by the hair and whispered in her ear, “So you like it rough, don’t you, you little slut?” 

“Yes, Sir!” she said between moans of pleasure. He had her ass cheeks spread apart in his hands and his cock was hitting bottom inside of her. She was wincing and that guttural growl she was making was so fucking sexy. He had to hold back his cum as he continued to fuck her. She was cumming now and he didn’t want her to stop. He wanted her to get addicted to his teacher cock and want to fuck him every single fucking day. 

“You want to earn your grade with your pussy, don’t you?” he asked with a snarl, and just the question made her pussy spasm and she had to wait to answer until that orgasm had passed. 

“Yes! Make me earn it with my pussy! Make me your student slut! Please! Give me slut problems!” 

“I’ll give you a fucking slut problem!” he screamed a little too loudly. He fucked her even harder as he grabbed her neck and choked the living shit out of Wednesday, the quiet girl. She wasn’t so quiet now as she came all over his cock. He muted her screams with his hand squeezing her windpipe. The harder he gripped her neck, the tighter her pussy gripped his cock. She felt so fucking good that he just let go. He didn’t think about it. He just did it. He came deep and hard in Wednesday’s pussy. 

“FUCK YES! FUCK!” he grunted as the last of his cum squirted into his student.

“Are you done with my pussy Sir? Or should I suck your cock under your desk for you while you read me a story?” she suggested. She was still horny and he could see it in her eyes and her rosy cheeks that she had cum well. She had cum so well that it had left her hungry for more, and so he took her up on her offer. 

“Get under my desk then, Wednesday. It’s going to take a lot of pussy to earn your C.” 

“My C? I thought I would get an A for this!” 

“You’ll have to work a lot harder for an A, Wednesday.” 

“You can fuck me as hard as you want, whenever you want. I want my A so much.” 

“You are such a slut,” he said with a smile. She knew it was a compliment. 

“Thank you Sir. So what exactly do I have to do for an A?” 

“Get under my desk and I’ll show you,” he smiled and he pushed her under his desk and went back to the beginning of her favorite story. He began to read her the words and her mouth found his balls. She sucked on them and licked them as she read, and by the time he had gotten to the good part, his cock was already rock solid again. He could do anything to her now, and the possibilities began to dance through his head. 

He felt like a kid in a candy store trying to decide what to do to her first. He ran mentally through all the possibilities as she moved her mouth onto his cock and slobbered all over it before she began to suck. She was so fucking perfect. He was going to fuck every one of her holes. He was going to degrade her and use her, and though he knew it was a risk, he didn’t really care. Wednesday’s pussy was absolutely worth getting fired over. And he was certain her ass was going to be worth it, too. 

Little Heather didn’t know why she was so stup…

Little Heather didn’t know why she was so stupid, only that she was. She couldn’t stop going back to the man that hurt her. In fact, she found herself looking forward to those moments when he would take control of her, using her face until she choked, until her mascara was running down her eyes and she was snotting all over the place. He fucked her face in ways that weren’t pretty, in ways that were so brutal they far surpassed the brutality she saw in porn. 

Heather always swore she would never go back to him again. She would limp away from his house and climb into her car, her holes so sore she could barely sit down to drive herself home. The cum gushed from her pussy and threatened to fart out of her ass at any moment. She hated herself in these moments, when she realized how weak and powerless she was to stop the situation from escalating. 

Because no matter how many times Heather would swear to herself that she wasn’t going back, she knew in her heart that she would only be able to resist for so long. She knew that craving inside of her would grow until it was the kind of aching need that couldn’t be ignored, until she found herself agreeing to go back. 

“I promise I’ll go easier on you this time,” he always promised. She always hoped that this would be the time that things would be different, that this time he would go easier on her and it would all be okay. But every time she showed up at his door and he let her inside, she realized that she didn’t really want him to go easy on her. She liked that he went hard on her. In fact, it was what she craved more than anything. She craved the pain and abuse. She craved the way he fucked her face like she didn’t matter. 

She knew she was sick and twisted inside and it made her sad, but she didn’t know what else to do. So she opened her mouth wide and let him skull fuck her while he called her a stupid whore and a slut. It made her mad that he called her names, but her pussy was slick with wetness when he did and that alarmed her. Why was she so fucked up that she craved being called a slut? What was it about him that made her pussy so wild and crazy? Why did she enjoy it when he brutalized her ass? 

These questions swam around in her head as she took his cock in her asshole, letting him pound it with a fierce hatred that spread through her body, a twisted pleasure she knew she shouldn’t indulge in. But she couldn’t help it. She was enjoying this, and as he battered her asshole nice and hard, she could feel the pain and torment of his brutality. She reached her hand down to rub her clit and found her pussy dripping. It seemed the harder he pounded her ass, the wetter she became. She couldn’t deny it. There was something wrong with her, and now she was pretty sure she knew what it was. 

She was a slut. She liked getting fucked hard and fast. She liked emotionless sex in which a man took what he wanted from her, and hurt her with his cock. She liked to be called names and to be made to do unspeakable things. It was in this moment, that Heather finally faced the truth. She was stupid for liking this, stupid for wanting it. She was nothing more than a brainless, little slut. 

slut-problems: Drill me. Fucking drill me. Thi…

slut-problems:

Drill me. Fucking drill me. This is what I’m good for. This is why I was born, why I get up in the morning and why I’m here with you right now. I’m here to be used, and I know you are just the guy that knows how to do it. I love that you are so sadistic, that you have no problem fucking the shit out of my throat. You’re not afraid to hurt me. You understand that I need to be hurt and broken to cum. I need to be talked down to, demeaned and drilled in the face like I’m nothing more than a whore you pick up off the street in a dumpy, old town. 

The best part is how fucking young you are. You’re young enough to be my son, aren’t you? Yet here you are using my face as if I owe it to you to suck your cock. I told you you could use me whenever you wanted and now you call me all the time, almost every day and expect me to drop what I’m doing and come service you. Most of the time you don’t even bother fucking me. You say I give good enough blow jobs that you don’t even need to fuck me in the pussy. It’s okay, though. This isn’t about me. This is about you and your pleasure. I’m just here to serve your hot, young cock for you. I love being of service, I love that you want to use me. So go ahead, use my face. Take out all that young adult angst on me. Cum down my throat and make me swallow it. I love the taste of shame, of being used. Use me. I fucking love it. 

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