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hiskinkywifeforlife:
slut-problems:
I was voted most likely to be the life of the party back in high school. They even took a photo of me for the yearbook that said that. Looking back, I can say that they couldn’t have voted for a more perfect candidate. I’m definitely the life of every party I go to, no matter how I try to avoid it. It always starts the same, with me swearing up and down that I’m not going to do it again. This time I’m going to make it through the party without turning into a little slut. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a party in which I succeeded in my mission. I don’t know how I manage to do it, but I find a way. Somehow every cock in the place ends up inside of me, using me. I find myself screaming for them, cumming my ass off for them. All of the women at my university have begun to hate me. They don’t invite me out on shopping trips or to have coffee anymore. I’m all alone, isolated. I have no-one else to hang out with, and that’s why when all the frat houses started calling me and inviting me over for parties, I put on my hooker heels and headed over. I always promised myself that I wouldn’t slut out, but once I arrived and had a few drinks, it was all over. My legs were spread and my pussy was out for all of them. I sucked and fucked every single guy in the house that wanted to be drained. I prided myself on being able to make everyone cum as much as they wanted, and sometimes I was even more ravenous for cock when I had finished than when I had begun. I was addicted to being a cock slave, letting them get rougher and rougher with me as time went on. They learned that I liked it rough. They learned that I liked to be tied up, slapped and called names. They learned that they couldn’t possibly fuck me too hard, because their hardest wasn’t hard enough. They learned that I came hardest when I was stuffed full of multiple cocks, when I was being completely and utterly used. Other girls couldn’t handle what I was handling. Other girls would have hated me to the core if they saw the way I let their boyfriends treat me. I didn’t give a fuck if their cocks were single or attached. I was nothing more than a cum dumpster for their entire group of friends. It didn’t matter if it was frat boys or other boys. I didn’t discriminate. I’d fuck fat guys and thin guys, ugly guys and hot guys. I just needed cocks. All the cocks. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting them. I couldn’t stop myself from fucking every single one of them. I was definitely the life of the party, and at this rate I always would be, just like my classmates predicted.
@wickedcorveau
slut-problems:
I was voted most likely to be the life of the party back in high school. They even took a photo of me for the yearbook that said that. Looking back, I can say that they couldn’t have voted for a more perfect candidate. I’m definitely the life of every party I go to, no matter how I try to avoid it. It always starts the same, with me swearing up and down that I’m not going to do it again. This time I’m going to make it through the party without turning into a little slut. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a party in which I succeeded in my mission. I don’t know how I manage to do it, but I find a way. Somehow every cock in the place ends up inside of me, using me. I find myself screaming for them, cumming my ass off for them. All of the women at my university have begun to hate me. They don’t invite me out on shopping trips or to have coffee anymore. I’m all alone, isolated. I have no-one else to hang out with, and that’s why when all the frat houses started calling me and inviting me over for parties, I put on my hooker heels and headed over. I always promised myself that I wouldn’t slut out, but once I arrived and had a few drinks, it was all over. My legs were spread and my pussy was out for all of them. I sucked and fucked every single guy in the house that wanted to be drained. I prided myself on being able to make everyone cum as much as they wanted, and sometimes I was even more ravenous for cock when I had finished than when I had begun. I was addicted to being a cock slave, letting them get rougher and rougher with me as time went on. They learned that I liked it rough. They learned that I liked to be tied up, slapped and called names. They learned that they couldn’t possibly fuck me too hard, because their hardest wasn’t hard enough. They learned that I came hardest when I was stuffed full of multiple cocks, when I was being completely and utterly used. Other girls couldn’t handle what I was handling. Other girls would have hated me to the core if they saw the way I let their boyfriends treat me. I didn’t give a fuck if their cocks were single or attached. I was nothing more than a cum dumpster for their entire group of friends. It didn’t matter if it was frat boys or other boys. I didn’t discriminate. I’d fuck fat guys and thin guys, ugly guys and hot guys. I just needed cocks. All the cocks. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting them. I couldn’t stop myself from fucking every single one of them. I was definitely the life of the party, and at this rate I always would be, just like my classmates predicted.
@wickedcorveau
