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It was a hot day in the middle of the summer when we decided to escape the city and go for a drive. I was getting quite horny as my two friends were sexy guys. I decided to try to impress them with a bit of rally driving.

Now, my car was a bit of a bucket, but it was quite peppy. So we (or, at least, I) had great fun throwing the car around and hearing my passengers give it the “oooh” and “aaaah” as we got sideways on the dirt tracks.

Perhaps, inevitably, this was going to end badly.

There was the sound of metal dragging on gravel and a loud booming as the silencer (muffler as it is called in the USA) became detached.

We got out and looked underneath. It appeared to me that we could simply reconnect the silencer and, at least, be able to drive home. I got my box of tools and said I would get under the car to fix it. But, I had already decided to have a bit of fun…

“I’m not wanting to get my clothes filthy,” I explained to my mates as I started to strip off. I could not go naked, but I knew that my boxers would offer quite tantalising views for them as they looked straight down. They were bound to see my cock, balls and arse… as I moved around under the car.

They could not fully disguise the eager looks on their faces as I stripped off right in front of them. and slid under the car with an old plastic sack and a newspaper providing some protection.

As I wrestled away under the car I could imagine the view they were getting and my cock began to bone up. After a while it was clearly too much to ignore and Dave was the first to comment. “Hey, Thorn, we’re getting quite a view from here… Are you excited about something?,” he laughed. “No, it’s always this big!,” I retorted.

I could feel the leg of my boxers sliding further down and the draught on my cock told me that it was now boned up, well free of my underwear.

Then an amazing thing happed. Jake said, “Do you want me to put that thing back in your pants? Or, would you rather I just remove your pants so we can get a better view?”.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. “Yea, just take them off… they’re getting in the way!” So there I was naked and now fully boned in front of my mates.

After a few more minutes, I fixed the exhaust clamp and wriggled out from under the car. Still fully boned.

I stood up and saw that my friends were both clearly enthralled and staring at my boned-up cock.

“I need to do something with this,” I said grasping my cock and starting to wank. Dave reached out and pulled my hand away replacing it with his. Then Jake started fondling my balls. With a gasp I shot an impressive load.
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I was already really tipsy, borderline drunk, when this guy came up to me at the bar and asked if he could buy me a drink. I said yes, absentmindedly and with a bit too much excitement, before I looked at him. I was flattered to think that on my first night out a college boy thought I was cute and wanted to buy me a drink. I certainly wasn't intending to let it go anywhere, but the attention was nice. Of course, if I'd had a little more experience in such situations, I would have assessed the creep factor of the guy offering first. That was my first mistake, and in many ways the biggest of my life.

So, it was only after I accepted that I noticed that the guy was like fifteen years older than me - way too old to be hanging out in a college bar, I thought. I'd stupidly and naively assumed that there was some kind of rule that no one over twenty-five would be allowed in, or would want to. Like I said, I was hopelessly naïve. But in fairness, it was my first time being at a bar, and everything about the experience was new. My freshman year roommate, Jess, who I'd just met the night before, had heard that the bar we were at, called the Dublin, just off campus, never checked girls for ids as long as you were a seven or higher. I figured it was worth a shot, since I was definitely at least that, if I do say so myself: blond, short and petite, but with a nice bubble butt and long legs toned from years of cheerleading and volleyball, as well as a great set of nice, perky tits, of course. And, lo and below, even though we were just eighteen, got in without needing ids.

So, anyway, before I could figure out what to say to this strange guy, I had a fresh drink in my hand and the bartender was sending a round of shots our way.

"Um, thanks, I'm Keeghan," I said, nervously, after taking one of them.

"No problem, babe," the guy said, "Tom."

Tom was pretty tall, maybe six one, lanky and lean, looking like when he was younger he might have been a skater type but who didn't hit the gym a lot, with curly black hair, bright blue eyes and tattoos up and down his arms. Some girls might have found him attractive, if they were into that whole rakish and transgressive look, and didn't mind older guys. But not me. I liked guys my age who were wholesome and clean cut, like my boyfriend, Dale.

"So, Keeghan," he asked, casually putting his hand on my lower back as he took his shot, "are you here alone?"

His hand was over my blouse, but the material was thin and rather sheer, so it didn't provide much of a barrier. I immediately regretted my choice of clothing: besides the almost see-through top, I was wearing a pair of tight jeans that sat super low on my hips and had big holes exposing my knees and thighs. I was trying to look hot and fun, without coming across as easy, but my heart started racing as I began to realize that maybe I was sending the wrong message. After all, I may not of had any experience being picked up at a bar, but I was wise enough to know what Tom's intentions were.

"I, um, no, ah, I'm with a friend," I said, trying to squirm away so that the strange older man's hand would drop away. It didn't work, and actually had the opposite effect - not only did he just hold his hand firmer in place, but first used my squirming as an excuse to slip it under my blouse. Now he was touching the bare skin just above my waistband, giving me goosebumps.

"I, uh, actually should like go find her," I continued, hoping he would get the hint.

So, with that, I tried to leave, but Tom held me firmly against the bar counter in place with his hand. I tried again, but to no avail. I started to panic, having no where to go, and looked up at him with a terrified, pleading glance, but he didn't notice my distress, taking the opportunity to brush my hair aside and whisper in my ear, "why don't we ditch your friend and go back to my place, babe. I promise I'm more fun than they are."

His breath smelled like cigarettes. But what I was really focused on - or trying not to focus on, I couldn't tell which - was his hand slowly making its way down my jeans, past the waistline, soon groping my bare bum. I was too stunned to say anything, and had a million thoughts running through my head, but it all came out as a nonsensical stammer.

"Guess I'll take that as a yes," Tom said, with an evil grin, "I have a way of making girls speechless."

Then, to my horror, he leaned forward and cut off my stammering by planting a kiss on my lips! I was mortified, and tried to push him away, but that only seemed to encourage him more, causing him to kiss and grope me even more aggressively. I wanted to scream or cry as he tried to shove his tongue down my throat at the same time as his fingers were circling in on my rectum when, at last, I was saved.

"Oh my god Keeghan!" I heard Jess scream from behind us, and then felt her pull me away. This time there was no resistance, Tom's hand slipping quickly out of my jeans as my roommate dragged me away from him.

"Jesus! How drunk did you get to let some random guy make out with you and feel you up?" She asked, clearly shocked but in a somewhat playful, sisterly tone. "Are you crazy? I was only gone for like ten minutes! How are you going to survive your first semester, you whore!"

I couldn't focus on her words, however, or figure out how to respond. Everything was spinning so fast that I just collapsed in her arms and started sobbing.

"Oh, it's okay sweetie," she cooed, her tone shifting from chiding to patronizing, "it happens to everyone. No big deal. Best to get it out of your system before school starts anyway, I guess. I won't tell anybody, I promise."

"It's - it's not that," I cried.

"What is, then?" She asked, before continuing, "oh right, your boyfriend. Don't worry, babe. What happens at the Dublin stays at the Dublin. My lips are sealed - but you're lucky I was here to keep you from going any further!"

"No!" I cried, "It's not like that - Jess, he, that man, he forced me against my will! I feel so violated - it was so awful!"

"Oh, no I wouldn't go that route, hun," Jess said, matter of factly. "He won't believe you, and even if he says he does he'll always be suspicious. Best just not to say anything - there's no need to, no one knows you here yet anyway. Just don't make a habit of it, girlfriend, or it'll get back to him for sure!"

At first I didn't understand what Jess meant, but then I realized that she thought I was lying, or proposing to lie to Brad, about what just happened. She actually thought that my assault was voluntary and I was trying to spin it!

"No, Jess!" I shouted indignantly, "I'm being serious. That guy, Tom, he just came up to me and started grabbing and kissing me like I was some piece of meat! It was horrid! I swear!"

"Oh," Jess said, looking confused. "But, I mean, you like let him, right? I mean, like, it's not like he came up and jumped you in a dark hallway or back room or something. Like, you were just letting him go at it right there at the bar, right? I mean, he even gave you his name. Like, I don't know, you don't want be one of those girls cries wolf and ruins a guy's life because she's embarrassed she got too sloppy, do you?"

I was shocked and crushed by my roommate's response. Suddenly all of my emotions were overcome by and channeled into rage. Fueled by that rage and the alcohol, I uncharacteristically lost control and snapped.

"Fuck you, Jess!" I screamed, pushing her arms off of me, "I wasn't letting anyone go at anything and I'm not a liar or a whore! I was just actually assaulted! Some friend you are!"

Then I stormed off, not sure where I was going as everything started to blur, just wanting to get away from the bar and everyone in it as fast as possible. As I turned around, I saw Jess roll her eyes at a girl passing by and mouth 'drama queen' while making a hand gesture implying that I was wasted. That pissed me off even more. What a bitch! I was a mixture of furious, weepy and distraught as I exited the bar and slumped up against the outside brick wall, not sure what to do with myself. I felt like a mess.

I hardly had anytime to catch my breath, much less sort through my thoughts, before I heard someone say, "whoa, you look like shit. What happened?"

I looked up at the speaker with a glare, filled with anger which quickly morphed in fear and anxiety when I realized who it was: Tom. I wanted to scream at him to go fuck himself; that he was a vile, disgusting, filthy human being; that I was going straight to the police station and hoped that they locked him up forever and that he rotted in a jail cell. But nothing came out, my jaw just hanging agape, paralyzed due to the combination of the flood of emotions I'd experienced in the last fifteen minutes and the unbelievable audacity that this horrid man had in his relentless pursuit.

"Well, whatever it is, I'll help you forget all about it babe, when we're back at my apartment like we talked about," he said, before grabbing me by my arms and pulling me up, then proceeding to carry me away before I even knew what was happening.

That was when I went berserk, screaming and yelling obscenities and stringing together sentences that made no sense. I slapped him and pounded on his chest as hard as I could, but he just squeezed me tighter and put his hand over my mouth, laughing as he said, "oh, so you like it rough, huh? What, you can't wait till we get back to my place to get started, and want to get down and dirty right here? Alright, babe, I'm game if you are."

Then he carried me around to the back of the bar, to an alley with a couple of dumpsters, and set me down on the asphalt, against the back wall of the bar. While I was still flailing around like a madwoman upon being dropped like a pile of trash, I felt him grab the bottoms of my jeans and yank as hard as he could, my ass, now protected by just the thin layer of fabric afforded by my panties, landing on the cold gravel. I was suddenly jerked back to reality, and regained a semblance of control over myself, immediately moving my hands to cover up my underwear, but it was too late - he'd already grabbed either side and ripped the garment apart like it was nothing.

"Ah! Nooooo!" I hollered as my pussy was exposed to the cold night air, and to my assailant.

"Please, please, please," I whimpered, begging, "don't do this Tom, please, please don't! I have a boyfriend. Please, please. Don't."

"Shhh," Tom whispered, leaning up against the wall of the bar so that he was next to me, putting one hand over my mouth again and the other on my mound, "I'm not gonna do anything you don't want, okay? So don't you worry about a thing. Just forget about your boyfriend and enjoy yourself."

I felt his fingers start to play with the folds of my pussy lips, surprisingly gently, as he spoke, and then felt him slip a finger inside, causing all of my muscles to tense rigidly. I refused to admit to myself that the tenderness of his touch and finesse were in fact quite pleasurable. Even so, he still had his other hand over my mouth, and started to try to push his fingers into it, but I clenched my teeth as tightly as I could, denying him access.

"Don't fight it," he was whispering in my ear, "we both know you'll give in eventually."

I would have told him off, or to go fuck himself, but I was afraid that as soon as I opened my mouth he'd push his fingers in. So instead I just tried to tense every muscle in my body and not respond to him at all, despite the fact that his skillful fingering of my pussy was producing sensations that my body desperately wanted to react to.

"Oh fuck," he continued whispering, "yeah keep squeezing like that, babe. You're already so tight, it's going to be like a vise around my cock if you do that while I'm railing you. Your boyfriend must have a real tiny dick. Shit, I can tell that you need this bad, huh?"

I couldn't hold out much longer, so I squirmed, as if trying to get away, but also attempting to convey my protest in whatever way I could. At least, that was what I told myself. Alas, my body was betraying me - whatever this awful man was doing to me down below, it felt amazing, and the squirming only enhanced the sensation. I was both disgusted and infuriated with myself for this fact.

"Oh, yeah," Tom continued, in his mock-cooing tone, "you're getting nice and wet for me aren't you, babe? Your body knows how much you need this, even if your mind won't admit it. It's okay, you can tell yourself you didn't have a choice, but we both know the truth don't we?"

I glared at him as nastily as I could, but just then he slipped another finger inside me, and I felt my eyes go wide, to great comic effect, I imagine, and let out a sharp gasp.

Then Tom leaned forward, smiling, and said, "god, you're just the most adorable little thing, aren't you?" And once more, he moved in to kiss me. I tried to push him away at first, but it was just too much. As his fingers explored my pussy ever deeper, I opened my mouth in another gasp, and reluctantly welcomed his tongue inside my mouth. I was too exhausted to do anything thing else, but also too revved up not to respond. He won - he wore me down. I had already reached my lowest point of shame and disgust, so I lacked the will to fight it anymore, and figured I had nothing else to lose by giving into my body's wanton desires. My dignity was already gone, but at least I maybe could get an orgasm as a consolation prize - like he said, I could always tell myself I didn't have a choice, which was true enough, right?

So I kissed him back, passionately, as all of my pent up emotion went into erotic overdrive, using my tongue to battle lustfully with my assailant's, who had gone from being, in my eyes, a creepy old pervert to a sex god. I ran my hands over his chest and under his shirt as he pinned me to the wall, and was surprised to find myself enjoying the soft smoothness of his skin. His stomach was taunt, but not super defined like Brad's or the other jocks I'd dated. But nonetheless I found myself becoming more enthralled by his body and persona, turned on more and more by the taboo nature of getting fucked behind a bar by some random, aggressive, tattooed louche almost twice my age. It was as if, freed from any sense of responsibility, I could let loose my inner slut, without judging myself for it.

Eventually (I had lost track of any sense of time) I felt Tom starting to move, and not wanting to become disconnected from the blissful union of our bodies, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, letting him pick me up and press me against the wall without his lips ever leaving mine. As we kissed, violently and passionately, I realized that somehow he'd managed to get his cock free from his jeans, because I felt its huge, bulging head pressing up against my naked thigh, and gasped out of pure desire as I felt it's warm thickness pulsating just inches from my fertile teenage pussy. I couldn't help looking down at gasping when I saw how big and hard it was, by far the biggest I'd seen. I had touch it - I was so focused on how veiny and powerful the massive tool felt throbbing in my hand that I didn't realize I was u*********sly positioning it so as to more easily enter into me.

"That's right, you want this dick to fuck you hard, don't you?" Tom asked, cockily, finally breaking our kiss.

"Uh huh," I moaned deliriously, trying in vain to find his lips again with mine, needing to feel his tongue wrapped around my own.

"Not yet," he said pulling back, teasing me, "I want to hear you say it. Say 'I want you to fuck the shit out of me Tom.'"

I said it, just like he asked, without any shame or hesitation. I was beyond all of that at this point - just a bundle of pure erotic lust that needed to be satisfied. Of course, this fact also made it so that I didn't notice that Tom recording my declaration on his cell phone.

"You got it, babe" he said, grinning, and then thrust his erect member into me so fast and hard that I thought I was going to need stitches.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, in the most amount of pain I'd ever felt as I felt like I was being ripped apart.

But Tom didn't stop - instead he just kept grinning at me like the devil as I stared with a mixture of awe, lust and terror into his villainous stunning bright blue eyes, and he kept pounding me harder, faster and deeper. The coarseness of the brick scratched my soft, naked flesh as my head banged up against the wall (both of which I barely noticed, so intense was the sensation coming from between my legs). At one point while driving into me, Tom moved one hand so that it held my arms back over my head, while with the other pushed up my blouse, tore apart my bra, and started mauling at my breasts, forcefully tweaking and pinching my nipples in a way that almost sent me over the edge. At this point, my entire body was basically being supported by his cock, incessantly drilling into me.

By now, the pain between my legs had started to give way to pleasure, and soon every stroke of his impaling tool sent waves of euphoria through my body, all emanating from my poor, swollen, being-pounded-into-oblivion snatch. My legs started to shake uncontrollably, and I was ever more delirious, taken to levels of pure, raw sexual bliss the bestial likes of which I had never known.

"Oh my god!" I yelled, the pleasure becoming too much to take, "I'm cummmmmming!"

It was like an earthquake. Never before had I experienced an orgasm of such magnitude or intensity. It felt like it went on for ever, each crescendo of ecstasy I thought would be the last, only to be followed by a more powerful wave. As the last wave crested but my pussy was still spasming and vibrating on his cock, I saw Tom smiling as he pulled entirely out of my gaping pussy and then ram back in, watching with mischievous pride as I moaned while my tight teenage snatch struggled to swallow his massive cock completely.

Then he looked me in the eyes and just said, "my turn." With that, he picked up the pace even more, now truly impaling me on the full length of his member, which went far deeper than I even knew imaginable. Even though he still had his shirt on, I dug my nails into his back, hanging on for dear life.

"Wait," I panted as he mercilessly bounced me on his tool like a rag doll, "I'm not - not - on - on - on the pilllllll."

He didn't say anything, but I knew he heard me, because immediately after I said it a huge smile came across his face, and he stared deep into my eyes while executing one final thrust before I felt his hot cum fill me up - one, two, three, four, five pumps, maybe more, I lost count, launched directly into my womb, each thick and voluminous. By the time he was finally finished, I was exhausted, wrapping my arms and shaky legs around his back, clinging to him as tight as I could even as he was trying to get away as quickly as he could. In my delirious state, I couldn't fathom our bodies being apart, so even when I felt him start to get soft, I squeezed my pussy muscles, trying to keep him inside, which just made him laugh coldly. He eventually got me lose and propped me against the wall, which I immediately slumped down, my bare ass on the asphalt again, this time with his warm spunk gushing out of my snatch, as Tom zipped his pants back up.

"That was fun, Keeghan," he said with a wink as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and started to walk away. "You're one of the best little college sluts I've picked up at this bar. I'll find you next time I need a nice, tight cunt to pound and there's no fresh meat around."

I barely heard him. My eyes were already halfway closed, and in my wanton and disheveled state, I fell into a deep sleep about ten seconds later, right there in the alley.

The good news about being fucked in a back alley behind a college bar by a prowling creeper twice your age the day before classes start until you pass out, only to be found by a bartender (that you later learn goes to your school) when he takes out the trash after the bar closes who takes pictures of you in your filthy and debauched state, is that no matter what happens, it's almost impossible to see how things can get any worse. The bad news is that that's the good news.

Yup, like I said last time, naively accepting that drink from Tom was probably the biggest mistake of my young life. I can pretty much trace everything bad that's happened in my life since to that night. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have turned out if only that night never happened. But it did, and I can never forget it, much as I may want to.

So, anyway, the bartender who found me in the alley was named was Johnny, and he was a senior who lived off campus. I know this because after he took those scandalous pics of me, he woke me up and offered to drive me home. It was the most embarrassed I'd ever been in my entire life (up to that point, at least), especially since he was kind of cute and I'd been casually flirting with him earlier in the night, hoping that he'd hook me up with some free drinks. I didn't know about the pictures yet, and thought Johnny was just being chivalrous, so despite my embarrassment, quickly accepted his offer, being in no state to walk or even Uber back to the dorm. He was a perfect gentleman, and even helped me, without looking, into what was left of my clothes - basically a pair of jeans now so torn to shreds they were all but unwearable, and my favorite blouse turned into a stretched out and faded mess. I'm sure he noticed that I left off both my bra and panties, which were completely torn to shreds, but thankfully didn't say anything.

We exchanged friendly banter in his car, and, despite the circumstances, it wasn't awkward at all and he was really funny. I learned that he was in a frat and on the baseball team, and when I told him that I didn't realize jocks and frat boys could also be nice guys, he just laughed and said that when he saw me laying there he knew there was only one thing to do.

Soon, my dorm came into view. But as we got about a block or two away, Johnny pulled over on a dark, narrow side street, which unfortunately reminded me of the alley that I'd just left behind. It was then that he showed me the pictures he'd taken before waking me, and demanded that I let him have sex with me or else he would post them online, on every seedy social media site used by students on campus - for the next four years I would be known as "the alley slut" he threatened. I was mortified, and refused, begging and pleading with him to have mercy on me, and even offering to pay him $2000 (all of the spending money my parents had given me for the entire semester) instead. It was to no avail. I was crushed that Johnny turned out to be just another perv who only wanted to use my body, not the "nice guy" I thought he was.

"Cut the bullshit," he said with a snicker, his once sweet and earnest looking eyes now taking on a dark and cruel hue, "I just found you naked and passed out behind a bar with some dude's jizz still pouring out if you. Why should I settle for less than what he got?"

"I can't," I pleaded, panicking. "That was just a mistake. I have a boyfriend. I'm not - "

"Not what?" He asked, cruelly, cutting me off. "Not a slut? I wonder if your boyfriend would agree. Anyway, you already gave that pussy up once tonight for free, so what's the issue with giving it up again, especially since you'll be getting something more than just a belly full of cum in exchange this time?"

"I - I - it's not fair," I cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I'm horny, and you're a slut," he said, matter of factly, as if it were the simplest and most obvious thing in the world.

"Stop calling me that!" I demanded.

"Well, soon the whole school will be calling you that, unless you get to work," he replied smugly, gesturing towards his crotch. It was then that I saw he'd removed his erect penis from his shorts, and was stroking it slowly. I was shocked into silence, stunned at both his audacity and the fact that, for the second time in as many hours, I was only a few feet from a complete stranger's bare, hard cock.

"Well, are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to put it in your mouth, slut?" He asked with a nasty grin.

I blushed and tore my eyes away. I was on verge of tears: I hadn't even been at college for a week, and already I'd managed to screw everything up. Why me? I wondered. How did I allow myself to get into a situation where I was being blackmailed for sex, at the risk of being exposed and branded as "the alley slut" to the whole school?

Nonetheless, Johnny was right, I convinced myself, after a few deep breaths. If I wanted to have any hope of a normal college experience, there was no way I could let those pics get out. I would just have to do what he wanted, no matter how dirty and gross it made me feel. After all, it was kind of true that I'd already cheated on Brad once tonight with a random guy, even though he forced himself on me - but I still ended up liking it, if I'm being honest, so, regardless, I might as well just get this over with and do it again with someone else to finally put this whole horrible night behind me.

Maybe there's a rule that if your second hookup happens within just a few hours of your first, it only counts as cheating once? Yeah right, I thought, now that's some serious slut logic! Just do what you have to do without trying to justify it with slutty excuses - after all, I am not a slut! At least, that was what I told myself.

"Well?" Johnny asked, interrupting my internal debate, staring at me cockily while giving his dick a jerk. I couldn't help but notice the drop of precum at the tip, and, despite myself, wondering how it would taste.

Seeing no other option, I sighed and asked in a defeated tone, "you promise that if I do this, you won't post those pictures?"

"Cross my heart," he said, smiling, taking my hand and guiding it to the base of his hard dick. I have to admit that touching his pulsing erection sent a scandalous tinge of heat to my nether regions.

"Okay, then, fine," I sighed, leaning over and putting the head of his cock in my mouth. It wasn't as big as Tom's but about the same size as Brad's, though I immediately regretted making that comparison, even though I couldn't help it. God, maybe I am a slut, I thought, dejectedly. This thought was reinforced by what Johnny said next.

"Oh fuck yeah," he groaned, as I took more of his shaft down my throat, and he started pumping his hips, thrusting it deeper and deeper, "keep those DSL's wrapped real tight around it like that. Perfect. Real good suction. God, I just knew you were such a slut that all I'd have to do was take out my dick you'd be all over it."

Those words stung and angered me. Here I was doing what he wanted, trying to get him off, and he was still insulting and degrading me. What a jerk! I was about to stop and tell him off, but he must of have sensed my plan, because just as his head was about to pop out of my mouth he pushed me back down with both his hands on the back of my head while at the same time thrusting upwards with his hips. And he didn't stop, but proceeded to face fuck me roughly like that for at least the next five minutes, grunting and swearing as I felt like I was going to pass out - I could barely breathe, and started to gag, as tears began to well in my eyes.

"Come on, bitch," he growled, while continuing to roughly force his member down my throat, "I know this isn't the first dick you've sucked, probably not even the hundred and first. What kind of slut chokes on cock? You can fucking do better."

Once again, Johnny's cruel words stung. But this time, I felt another emotion alongside the hurt, instead of anger: a desire to live up to his expectations. I know it sounds contradictory and messed up, but in that moment - tired, still a little drunk, depressed, physically and emotionally exhausted, lightheaded probably due to being semi-deprived of oxygen as a hard cock was being rammed down my throat in the car of a guy I'd just met - it made perfect sense. If I could just focus on giving him the perfect blowjob, the most amount of pleasure, then it meant I didn't have to think of all that other stuff that would only make me depressed and anxious anyway. So, the logic of my propriety and sense of self-worth being undermined just as insidiously and subconsciously as it had with Tom earlier that night, I decided to give in totally to my lust and feelings, abandoning judgment and doing whatever it took to make Johnny happy, hoping that it would make me happy in return.

With this new attitude, I really got into the blowjob, surprising even myself. I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock faster than he had pushing me, perfectly synching with his thrusts, taking the whole thing from tip to base; I remembered to wrap my lips super tight around his shaft like he told me too earlier; I focused on suppressing my gag reflex and took him as deep as he wanted to go; I made sure to use my tongue to give extra close attention to massaging every part of his dick. In truth, I quickly grew to love the feeling and taste of Johnny's hard member thrusting in and out of me, and the different textures and sensations I felt, as he used my mouth for his own satisfaction. I could tell he was enjoying my new approach, too, because I could feel him spasm and moan and writhle in pleasure, and every time he did, I felt proud, and got pleasure myself, knowing that I was doing a good job. Even with Dale, I'd always viewed sucking cock as a chore, and just did it because I felt obligated. But now, savoring every inch of Johnny's cock, discovering how exciting and fulfilling it was to bring him such pleasure, and hoping he'd praise me for it, I realized how fun and wonderful it was.

"Oh, fuck," Johnny finally groaned, pushing my head down as far on his dick as in would go.

That was my only warning - he came almost immediately afterwards, holding my head in place as his cock twitched, spurting out what seemed like gallons of hot, sticky spunk. I'd never swallowed cum before, but I knew that guys liked it, so I did my best to make sure that sucked all of it down, almost choking as I tried hard to prevent any of his cum from escaping my mouth and dripping down the side of his cock. It actually felt (and tasted) really good, I realized!

"Holy shit," Johnny groaned when he was finally finished, pulling his semi-hard cock from my mouth with a "plop" and then chuckling as he smacked me on the cheek with it, "you are one talented fucking cocksucker, you know that?"

I gushed with pride upon hearing that - in that moment, for some reason it felt like the best compliment I'd ever received: better than graduating high school cum laude, better than being named cheer captain, better than being named All-State for volleyball.

"Thanks," I said, blushing.

Johnny looked confused for a brief moment, but then laughed. "God, I love sluts," he said, and then took my hand and put it back over his penis, "almost as much as you love dick. Here, get me hard again so that I can fuck you."

Once again, applying my new outlook, I took my task seriously, hoping to win more of Johnny's praise, but I also found the way his member responded to my touch - pulsing, throbbing, growing, twitching - exciting and exhilarating. I could tell from Johnny's sighs that I was doing a good job, and that made me glow with contentment. After a few minutes, he was fully erect again, and I'd gotten quite aroused myself watching and feeling it grow, so I boldly pulled off my jeans and straddled Johnny, with my back to the steering wheel, and started to lower myself onto him.

"Whoa, whoa!" He yelled, suddenly, jerking his eyes open and grabbing my legs, so as prevent me from impaling myself on him as I'd planned.

"Yo, glove compartment, on the top," he said, pointing. I leaned back and reached for where he was pointing, retrieving a box of condoms and handing it to him.

"Huh," I said, quizzically, "I thought guys hated these?"

"Oh yeah, no doubt about it," Johnny said, grinning sheepishly as he quickly rolled one down his erect tool. "Like when you finally go all the way with a real nice, sweet girl you've been gaming for a while, definitely not gonna wear a glove. But, well, the easier a chick is to get in the sack, the more reasons to wrap."

This time, I was not only hurt but humiliated by Johnny's words. I wasn't nice or sweet enough to have fuck without a condom? Just how many guys did he think I had sex with anyway? Did he really think I had some kind of STD? I never ... oh, right. Then I remembered that just a few hours before I totally let a creeper cum inside me without protection. Crap! I realized. Now I need to get plan B and an STD test.

"Hey, don't pout, cheer up," Johnny said playfully but also condescendingly, interrupting my thoughts as he squeezed my thighs and pulled me onto his cock, "I'll fuck you so good that you forget all about the condom being there."

Damn it! I thought. Why does he always have to make me feel like such a slut? And why am I letting him? Before an answer to those questions arrived, I gasped with pleasure, Johnny having just lowered me into the head of his cock. He was grinning widely as he lowered me further while thrusting upwards.

"Damn, nice," he groaned, "I wasn't expecting you to be this tight, especially after getting nailed earlier."

I was overcome with too much sensation to reply with anything more than a moan, or to figure out if I should take Johnny's statement as an insult or compliment. Things quickly became even hazier, as Johnny began to bounce me and thrust faster and harder, to the point where my head was hitting the top of the car repeatedly, not that I really noticed or felt that, what with all of the ecstatic sensations I was feeling from elsewhere.

"Yo," he said after a few minutes, slapping me so hard on the side of my ass that I squealed in pain, "take your shirt off. Plus, I'm like doing all the work here. Why don't you grind away while I play with your tits."

I complied with his request to remove my shirt, and soon his hands were all over my bare breasts, kneading and tweaking them however he wanted, and eventually licking and sucking on them. Meanwhile I used my own weight to bounce up and down on Johnny's cock, savoring the feeling of each inch of his member grazing against the walls of my pussy. Johnny seemed to be enjoying it too, and aside from a few thrusts that I rhythmically synched with, was content to let me ride him while playing with my tits. The feeling of him inside of me, filling me up, hitting my warmest, most sensitive places, was so intense and satisfying that I never wanted it to stop. How could this feeling be wrong? All Johnny and his wonderful cock were doing, I realized, was letting me experience the highest purpose of my womanhood and pussy - to get fucked. And it felt sooooo good.

But what was even better were the few times I saw his eyes roll back in pleasure, which made me feel so fulfilled that I almost came. For reasons I couldn't fully explain, especially given the circumstances, I couldn't help but love that validation of knowing that I was doing such a good job! Eventually, after I guess getting bored of my boobs, Johnny just leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed and hands folded behind his head, looking completely and totally satisfied as I huffed and panted in exhaustion, impaling myself over and over again as I tried to ride his cock in such a way as to keep him in that nirvana-like state. To think that I was the reason for his bliss - that made me feel just as good as his cock did inside my pussy.

Finally, after God knows how long, Johnny grabbed me by my hips violently without warning and started pounding and railing me as hard as he could, building up to his climax. I could feel the car bouncing up and down on its wheels with us as he delivered each penetrating thrust. Then just before he came, to my surprise, Johnny pulled out of me entirely, ripped the condom off his dick, and launched two blasts of thick ropey cum at my face without warning.

"Ah!" I screamed as the hot, sticky substance landed on my chin, cheeks, hair, and almost in an eye, "what was that for?"

Johnny just laughed at me as he pushed me off him, back into the passenger seat. "Oh, come on," he said, "don't tell me you don't like a good face shot, slut. Here, I'll help you with it."

Then, he scooped some of the cum off my face with his fingers and shoved them in my mouth before I had time to react. My first feeling was of disgust, but then, as I u*********sly wrapped my tongue around his fingers and tasted how good his spunk was, I thought it was kind of hot, and even sweet, in weird way, how Johnny was treating me - firmly massaging the inside of my mouth with his cum-laden fingers, knowing that I wanted to savor every drop (even before I knew it myself). And I didn't disappoint - sucking his fingers clean and swallowing everything he offered, and then eagerly accepting a few more scoops of cum from off my face. Johnny laughed the whole time, telling me things like I was "a real freak" and "sick, dirty girl" and "pretty crazy fuck." Maybe it was just because of his disarming laughter, or maybe for some other reason entirely, but I got super happy hearing him say those things, since it meant I was capable of giving him the kind of pleasure that other girls couldn't, which made me feel proud and special.

I still had some cum on my face when we started putting our clothes on. Johnny said I should keep it there and let it dry overnight - that it was good for the skin, that's why they called it a facial. I didn't really believe that, but also didn't want to disappoint him, so I reluctantly agreed.

"Alright," Johnny said after we had our clothes back on. "So you can make it make it back to the dorm from here, yeah?"

"Um, I mean I guess," I said. "Like its just a block or two up, so if you just want to swing by..."

"Eh, I don't know," he yawned, "it's like, almost dawn, I'm tired as shit, and my place is in the other direction. Like you say, it's just a couple blocks, so no biggee to walk."

Before I could say anything else he got out of the car and opened my door, saying, "so like peace, alley slut."

Hearing him call me that made me blush as I stumbled out of the car, but I wasn't angry - quite the opposite, it made me almost giddy to have him refer to me like that so casually! What the heck is wrong with me? I wondered, as Johnny hurried back to the drivers seat and quickly sped off.

"I'm sorry about her. I swear I had no idea she was such a nasty ho, otherwise I'd have asked to be assigned someone else. I mean, I can't have the RA waking me up at dawn every morning to let in my drunken roommate whose been out getting fucked all night once school starts."

Those were the first words I heard Jess say when I woke up - or thought I heard (I couldn't be sure that I wasn't still dreaming).

"Yeah, shit, is that dried cum on her face?" I heard a guy's voice ask. I didn't recognize who it was, but his tone reminded of my boyfriend's - a typical bro. "I mean, damn, I thought that all the stories about dumb sluts who went wild at college were just bullshit porno fantasies."

I was almost certain that I wasn't dreaming now, despite the surreal fact that my roommate and some guy I didn't know were talking about me as If I wasn't in the room. And both my head and body were pounding as the events of the last night flooded back to me. Due to both the suffocating embarrassment of what happened - what I'd allowed to happen - and the fact that Jess and this stranger were brazenly discussing it with me in the room, I kept my eyes shut tight, wishing that I could doze back into blissful u*********sness.

"You have no fucking idea," I heard Jess say, "like half the bar watched as she let this like thirty something year old dude drag her out back to fuck her by the dumpsters. It was the grossest thing you can imagine. And she was totally into it! After bitching me out for trying to be a good friend to her just a few minutes earlier! And all the while this like cocky, creepy piece of shit senior bartender who was trying to hit on all the freshmen - Johnny I think his name was - was taking bets on whether she'd let him quote 'nail that cunt again tonight.' I was just like ick! I had to get out of there. I mean, I don't know if I should have stayed and tried to get her home or what, but honestly, I just have no idea what the protocol is for dealing with such a huge slut like that. I mean, it's not like my friends were these super innocent goody two shoes in high school or anything, but letting a stranger twice your age fuck you in a gross alley behind a college bar the weekend before classes start? Like, what? I just don't know how to deal with that dude."

"Yeah, that's pretty fucked up," I heard the guy say, "and totally not your responsibility. Honestly, it's good that you got out of there when you did. Like, that shows your character, you know? Trust me, you don't want guys to think that you're friends with this slut. Like, if you sympathize with this crazy ho, dudes will 100% think that you're a nasty, easy whore too. It's shitty but true."

"Fuck, that's what I was afraid of!" I heard Jess cry, as she kicked the wall. "What a shitty start to college - now I'll be stigmatized just because my roommate is a whore!"

"Hey, Jess, you don't know that, you can still keep your distance, you know, people will notice that and understand the situation - "

"Yeah, maybe they will - but you know what? It's like you said: I shouldn't have to deal with this shit! It's my first fucking year at college - it's going to be stressful enough without having to consciously distance myself from my slutty ho of a roommate so that I don't grouped in with her! Fuck! You know what? I'm sorry but I really need to calm down. I really think I should like take a shower to de-stress out before going to lunch."

"Hey, I totally understand," her friend said, "it's absolutely bullshit, and I'll make sure that all of my friends know that you're nothing like that slut, ok? Take as much time as you need in the shower, I'll wait here for as long as you need."

"Ugh," Jess sighed before leaving, "thanks for being such a great guy. I just really need to calm myself down and think this over rationally."

The door had been closed for literally half a second before I felt a semi-hard cock pressed against my lips.

"That's right, open up, slut," the guy who was just talking to my roommate whispered, but in a demanding, aggressive way, almost a growl, his tone a hundred times harsher and more severe than when he was speaking with Jess, "I know you can't resist this dick, you little nympho!"

Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. And between that surprise, the mental fog brought on my headache, and my deep embarrassment of how Jess and this random guy were just speaking about me, I had decided to pretend to remain asleep. That meant keeping my eyes closed and not responding, physically or verbally. I just stayed totally limp, despite my heart feeling like it was about to beat out of my chest.

I don't know what I expected to happen as a result. If it was to get him to put his dick away and leave me alone, that definitely didn't happen - but maybe that's just what I was telling myself I wanted to happen. Maybe, even though I was profoundly embarrassed and ashamed by the way he and Jess were talking about me, on another level, confusingly, I was also turned on. Maybe, on that same level, even though I was certainly surprised when I first felt his cock resting on my lips, the reason I didn't resist was because I wanted him to do exactly what he did next - push it right past my lips and teeth and begin to slowly and methodically thrust it down my throat while holding my jaw open, regardless of my lack of response.

But on another level, I wanted to scream, or cry, or somehow physically repel him, at being violated so indifferently, but that only would have made me more feel humiliated. After all, wouldn't the time to have done that be as soon as he first put his rigid member on my mouth? And didn't I just lay there, even though I was awake? And so how could I say that I didn't want him to do exactly what he was now doing? And wasn't it actually kind of hot, and feel really nice, tasting his warm, thick cock nestled in my mouth like it belonged there without me saying anything? So maybe it belong there, maybe I didn't need to say anything?

I didn't really have much time to think these questions over though, because as I was letting this stranger use my mouth, passively, he was starting to really pick up steam, getting harder as he started thrusting his member deeper and more aggressively - so deep that it hit the back of my throat. I tried my best not to gag, still deciding not to respond at all. I could soon tell, however, to my part-dismay, part-exuberance, that my lack of resistance only encouraged him. And then, even as I held back tears, I realized that if I focused entirely on what was happening, on just easing the passage of the throbbing hunk of meat being forced down my throat without thinking about it, resigned to the fact that it was already happening, and so just allowing myself to enjoy it, then my feelings of shame and embarrassment would go away. After all, it did taste good, it did feel like it belonged in my mouth, it was hot - so why not enjoy it? So that's what I did: the conflict was over between my inner good girl and inner slut - the slut won.

"Oh fuck yeah!" The guy fucking my mouth groaned, no longer able to keep his voice down, "you really are a super slut aren't you? I almost thought Jess was exaggerating at first! Damn! You just love that dick, don't ya?"

Having fully embraced what was happening, instead of being mortified when he said this like I should have, I was thrilled. But either way I didn't much time to react. Because at that second he ripped the comforter and sheets off my naked body, exposing my pussy, still swollen from the night before, which he slapped hard, sending a sting of both intense pain and pleasure shivering up my spine.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you, ho?" He asked mockingly, as I squirmed, still pumping his dick into my mouth. At the same time he shoved his fingers up my snatch. Even though he wasn't at all gentle, it still caused me to writhe with unsolicited (but not unwelcome) pleasure.

"Answer me!" He hissed, aggressively pushing both his cock and his fingers deeper into me when I didn't answer. "I know you're awake. Do you fucking like what I'm doing to you, slut?"

"Uh, huh," I moaned as best I could, despite him furiously pumping his cock down my throat, unable to resist. I still couldn't bring myself to open my eyes.

"Yeah," he replied, with a sardonic chuckle, "I can tell that you do. So keep sucking that D just like you were made to do."

I did my best to, actively adjusting my head, as if on instinct, to meet every one of his thrusts, allowing him to push himself as deep down my throat as possible. I gagged the first couple of times, but that didn't slow him down at all; but soon, again instinctively, I suppressed the reflex, letting him more easily slide down my throat. Of course, that didn't slow him down either, but quite the opposite. Not that I minded. Every time he pulled out of my mouth and began his assault again, I looked forward to the feeling of his hand on the back of my head forcefully pressing my face against his stomach as he inched his dick down my throat, and wrapping my tongue greedily around its girth, sealing my lips to form a suction around its base as it slid all the way down and then back out, slurping on his precum as it built up in my mouth. It was delicious. I couldn't deny how much I loved not only being used so wantonly, but also the taste of his cock and fluids in my mouth. There was no time to be ashamed or embarrassed; just like he'd said, I realized was doing what I was made to do, what I needed to do, what I loved doing.

"Oh, yeah," the guy I'd temporarily come to see as my "lover" groaned, pulling his dick out of my mouth and slapping my face with it, "you're a real dick suckin' machine, aren't you? I bet you want me to fuck you with this dick don't you, slut?

I did, I really did. But a moment of lucidity came over me with his dick no longer in my mouth, taking up all of my attention. When was Jess going to be back? How long had she been gone? I was momentarily mortified of my roommate returning and thinking that I'd whorishly seduced her friend in the few minutes she'd been gone. Everything they'd said about me earlier came back. If I let this go on for too long and she interrupted, it'll be proof that she was right! I couldn't let that happen ... but I also desperately wanted to feel this wonderful dick I'd so enjoyed sucking buried in my eager pussy. As a result of those concerns and the inner struggle with them, however, I was taking too long to answer. I didn't realize that ... the guy, whoever he was ... was getting impatient. I still hadn't looked him in the face, otherwise I'd have seen the annoyance growing in his eyes. So it was totally unexpected, when, with his fingers still in my pussy, he deftly flipped me over into my stomach, tossing me like it was nothing, as my eyes opened wide in shock, for second, so that I could almost lay eyes on my assailant for the first time, but which immediately saw only the pillow case into which he'd pushed my head with one hand. Just after, his other hand, brutally, barbarically, and with more force than I could have imagined possible came down hard, unbearably, impossibly hard, on my bare ass again and again and again, as I screamed at the top of my lungs into the pillow. On and on he went, at different speeds and intensity.

Finally he let up, both of us sweating and panting - him from the amount of exertion he'd put into delivering the thrashing, me as a result of the unbearable stinging and burning sensation spreading across my buttocks, my vocal chords shot so that I could no longer even scream. But despite what he had done to me, and not realizing right away what I'd done to deserve it, I couldn't help being turned on by his show of force and easy willingness to exert control over me.

As he released my head from the twisted position he'd been holding it he said, angrily, "Alright, I'm not going to ask again. And I expect an apology for wasting my time. Listen to me very fucking closely: you are a slut, will always be a slut, and for right now are my slut. I will do whatever the the fuck I want to you, and we both know that you will like it. Because you're a slut. And from now until I get off - and you will get me off - my slut. But if I'm fucking gracious enough to give you the damn pretense of choice, you will humor me with an answer damn it! Understand?" Then another .

I was terrified as his hand came down on my sore bottom yet again, and realized for the first time that it was all but certain the students on the other side of the bedroom wall could hear everything that was happening. But I also saw that he was right: I'd certainly given him every reason to think I'd get him off, that was true; and if I had just been one hundred percent focused on getting him off, I wouldn't have selfishly been thinking about what would happen when Jess got back, and so I would have answered him, instead of wasting his time, disrespecting him by making it seem like I was rude and ungrateful. And it was also true that I did, in fact, like everything he'd done to me, even if I didn't want to admit it.

"Yes! Yes! Ah! Yes! Ah!" I screamed into the pillow as he continued to thrash my bare bottom a few more times for good measure, "sor-sor-sor-ha-ha-reeeeee! I'm sor-reee!

"That's a good slut," he said, with mock tenderness, finally stopping the onslaught on my ass, and now rather gently, at least relatively speaking, but still firmly, started massaging the tender flesh of my ass cheeks which he'd just been pulverizing a second ago, causing me to moan, "see how much better it is when you're nice and respectful, slut?"

"Yes! Sorry!" I cried immediately, not wanted to be spanked again. But when he withdrew his hand, I was worried that I'd done something wrong, that it was going to come hurdling down on my ass with more force than before. But that didn't happen. I waited, trembling and heart pounding, not daring to move. Finally I felt the bed shift, followed by the feeling of a warm, wiry, naked body on top of mine. The owner of that body immediately made sure that I'd remain entirely pinned face down, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around mine, so that I couldn't move, or do anything, really, other than continue to pant into the pillow. And yet, even though it may sound crazy (and probably is, given the circumstances), I felt so safe and secure and happy being pinned motionless like that beneath him, feeling his muscles tensing as he drew me close, twisting me into the position he wanted me, ensuring that I wouldn't be able to move an inch without his permission. I loved the feeling of his cock, just as tense as his muscles, pressed firmly against my sore, tender ass cheeks, inches from my clit. I don't know if it was all these physical sensations at once, or the emotions they produced, or my inability to stop lustfully fantasizing about how good it would feel when he slid that erect, tense pole into me, or the combination of them, but I was soon getting wetter, actually, dripping.

But, to my surprise, he didn't slide into me right away. Instead, I felt him loosen his grip just a little, apparently so that he could reach around to fondle my bosom, despite my being trapped face down on the bed. I didn't move, of course, didn't want to move, remaining limp and silent (aside from my gasps and moans) as he kneaded my breasts, and pinched and caressed my nipples, all much more gently than I'd have expected. Then, I guess after realizing that I acknowledged his complete control over my body, while still stroking my tits, he loosened his grip even more, and started kissing my back gently, even romantically. I trembled, now out of affection, as his soft lips and impish tongue playfully flittered all along my back and shoulders, working their up my neck, until finally reaching my ear, into which he whispered, dotingly, still rolling my left nipple gently between his fingers, "See how nice of a guy I can be to a slut when she shows me that she knows her place? Hmm, so now that you know what's up I'm going to give you one more chance to respectfully answer my question. And I do expect an answer."

He nibbled on my ear teasingly before continuing, "So, again: do you want me to fuck you, slut?"

"Y-yes!" I screamed, stammering with nervousness - also excitement - and not wanting to miss the acceptable window of time to answer him like I had earlier by even a second.

"Nice!" He laughed, as I felt him back off me a bit, removing his hands out from under my breasts to grab my arms from behind, and then line his throbbing cock up with my twitching pussy (which he deftly did without using his hands, turning me on even more), "Now that's a good slut! Shit, I've never seen such a wet cunt. You're soaked!"

I moaned wantonly, trying not to squirm, as he held the tip of his dick here, just brushing up against my lips. He just laughed, enjoying torturing me.

"You want it bad don't you?" He asked.

"Yes, please," I begged pathetically.

"I hope you're ready for a real hard fuck, slut, especially if you're as loose as you are wet," He replied, chillingly.

Then, finally, I screamed with pleasure as I felt his erect cock slide into my dripping pussy; he didn't give me a chance to respond in any other way.

Well, maybe sliding isn't the right word. No, it definitely isn't. He slammed his cock into my pussy, as hard and deep as possible, and then, before I could even react, yanked both of my arms in order to pull me towards him, forcing me to arch my back and allowing him to bury it deeper. And then he pulled it all the way out and did the same thing again! And again! And again! All the while I was getting yanked and bounced around on his cock like a rag doll. Never had I been treated like such an object, a piece of meat, as if I was just some kind of toy to be used for satisfaction.

And maybe pleasure wasn't the right word either to describe the sensations I was feeling. Not pure physical pleasure, anyway. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt, getting rammed and yanked and pummeled and bounced like that without any care - but also that I didn't enjoy it immensely. Most of all, I realized that I loved the idea of being used by a dominant guy as a toy, a piece of meat, a means to the end of his pleasure. My vagina was nothing more to this random guy than a warm, lubricated vise to generate pleasurable friction for his cock, I realized. But I didn't care - actually, I liked it! Not only was I not ashamed of being thought of and treated that way - it's exactly what I wanted to be for him, for my roommate's friend who I'd never met before and whose face I still hadn't seen, but who didn't let that stop him from taking what he want. And what he wanted was me, and all the pleasure I could give him! And what was more flattering than that? So I let him tear my pussy up, coming at it from whatever angles he wanted in order to burrow as deep as he could, stretching me out and filling me up so thoroughly that it made me feel as if I was being split in two. So the friction on my end as he hit every one of my most sensitive spots was at least as painful as pleasurable, but it soon mixed in such a way that I couldn't tell them apart. Everything going on inside and outside of me was a lustful, unreal blur.

I don't even know how many more times he thrusted, impossibly deep, grinding, pounding, pummeling ... I was barely aware of how he was causing such extraordinary friction against the walls of my pussy, unable to keep up with the sensations my nerves were firing off rapidly, errantly, driving me ever more shamelessly crazy with rapture, until I started wailing in ecstasy, cuming - but it couldn't have been more than a couple dozen. The neighbors definitely heard. But I didn't care one bit.

Even after I went limp, in an almost total post-orgasmic u*********s fog, the pounding and pummeling didn't let up; my "lover" still kept drilling deep into me as he bounced me off his cock, my head literally spinning, but he wasn't paying any attention to me, clearly not caring about my physical or mental state at all. I was panting and gasping for air like I was in the middle of running a marathon. It felt like I was being impaled on the searing heat of his cock all way up into my lungs with every stabbing thrust, as over and over, deeper and deeper, he drilled, causing me to gasp more and more desperately with burning pleasure each time. Soon I was more exhausted than I'd ever been, stupefied, losing all sense of time, unable to move on my own even if I'd wanted to.

Finally, when I was on the verge actually passing out, without any warming except for a barbaric grunt, I felt my tortured, stretched inner caverns being filled up with his hot spunk, which exploded in several waves deep inside me, each one a more powerful and welcome gusher of liquid warmth than the last. I moaned, blissfully ignorant of every except for how much joy his cock was bringing me, and me to it, and how the warm pleasure of the batter it was blasting into me was spreading throughout my body, making me feel whole, better than I ever had before ... until, that is, the moment just after he finished pumping all of that thick, creamy jizz into me, and collapsed on top of me with a sigh, and then, squeezing me even more tightly than earlier in his arms, again wrapping his legs forcefully but reassuringly around mine, his cock still hard and hot and throbbing and pressed against my naked body, twisted my right nipple and bit the back of my neck, whispering, his voice sounding totally contented, "oh god, what a perfect fucking slut."

I loved everything about that moment: how strongly and securely he held me; how he treated my vulnerable body like it was his possession to do with what he willed; that he'd once again called me whatever he wanted without it even occurring to him to ask me what I thought about it; the power I could feel radiating against my skin from the rigid tool that just a moment ago was brutally tossing my insides around; how nice his sticky cum felt slowly sloshing about deep inside me; and most of all that I was responsible for making him so contented. I was about to finally ask him his name, now that we were sharing this blissful moment together, perfectly relaxed and entangled.

But I didn't get the chance. It was, after all, only a moment, prefect though it may have been. Just a second later he leapt off my exhausted body, springing from the bed so quickly that I guessed that he was afraid I'd try to keep him from loosening his comforting grip if he waited any longer, not allowing him to get away now that he no longer had use for me.

And I realized what, of course, I was to him. Now that the lust was briefly receding and lucidity slowly returning, as I realized with dismay that for the second (almost third) time in barely 12 hours I'd let a guy finish inside of me without a condom, it made me once again embarrassed and ashamed to admit it. Yet how could I deny the truth, after all that had happened since last night? It was just like he said earlier: I was a slut, I would always be a slut, and for a short while, as he was using me to get off, I was his slut. But now that he was done using me for what he needed, now that he'd just finished burying his warm seed deep inside of me, already starting to cool and dry, I was of no value to him, nothing to him, worthless. Seeing myself through his eyes, I realized: I really am just some slut - no different than any other depraved girl who'd let every random guy she meets use her however he wanted until he was ready to finish inside of her, knowing that as soon as she takes his load she'd be of no more use to him and be tossed aside, but letting him use her anyway. So of course this guy, whoever he is, would toss me aside the second after I took his load! Realizing all this so clearly would just a few days ago have made me want to cry, but now it evoked little emotion. Maybe I just didn't have the strength right then to care. Or maybe I was just becoming numb the truth of what I was starting to accept as my new reality.

I didn't even watch him pull up his pants or throw his shirt back on before he nonchalantly tossed the comforter back over my naked body without saying a word. I still hadn't seen what he looked like. I decided, but without any deliberation and so not even realizing how slutty I'd become, that I didn't want to know. It was hotter not knowing, always left to wonder if some guy, any guy, I would run into the hall or sit in front of in class in the future was the one whose jizz was starting to leak out of my stretched snatch, about to drip down and calcify along my thighs.

Not long after I heard him walk over to the futon in the corner of the room and turn on the TV, Jess returned from the showers. I assume she took her time getting ready there, but had no desire to look up to verify.

"The ho still asleep?" She asked with a sigh.

"Guess so," the guy replied, yawning lazily, "didn't pay her much mind. A slut's a slut. So, should we stop by next door to grab the rest of the guys before heading to lunch?" #bdsm #hardcore #humiliation #coercion #blackmail #use/abuse #sluttraining

Corona protection

#...……. and next we have Lady Winthrop wearing a lovely salmon pink outfit with matching hat from the 'Haute Couture' collection, being escorted into the church by her protection officer, Jason...……. obviously protecting his assets...……# #funny #public #mature #ass

CIRCLE OF PROTECTION

I place a circle of protection around me,
As I look into the empty night.
With the Elemental guidance that I see,
I know what incantation to recite.

Protected by the Air I breathe,
As the wind blows through my hair.
Keeping back the violent seethe,
I consume the power of Air.

Protected by the Earth our mother,
Her body has shed much blood.
Keeping back all harm from another,
And turning what ignited into a dud.

Protected by the Water that flows,
Emotions that are running wild,
An endless journey touching all that it bestows,
Embracing the innocence of a child.

Protected by the raging Fire,
Destruction that brings forth new life.
All of this burning with complete desire,
Cutting straight through me like a knife.

With this spell a protection is placed,
By the powers that reside in me.
Watch as all the damage is erased,
And all is finished with a Blessed Be...)0(

#witchy

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"...…. and remember Miss Josephine, the Mafia not only supplies a protection racket for Catholics, we protect all faiths for a price........ now give my dick a blessing."

Condoms are only 98% effective when used correctly.
Sugar can cause infections in the vagina. This means things like chocolate sauce, honey, and lubricants with glycerin can be harmful.
Having sex with an intoxicated person is legally rape in most US states, even if the person verbally consents. In the eyes of the law, drugs and alcohol impair your ability to consent to sex.
Unprotected anal sex is the most dangerous sex act when it comes to spreading STIs.
Not everyone can climax from oral sex or even likes oral sex. Don’t assume—ask your partner what they want!
Condoms expire! Check the date on the wrapper. Also, storing them in wallets is not a good idea (see #8)
If someone with a vagina has unprotected anal sex, semen can drip down into the vagina and pose a (slight, but still real) risk for pregnancy.
Do not keep condoms in your wallet. The friction and heat exposure of keeping them there can make them ineffective. Keep them somewhere cool, dry, and out of sunlight.
You should be tested for STIs with each new partner you have. Annual appointments are not enough protection if you have multiple partners in that time.
Having anal sex does not lead to a gaping asshole unless your partner is literally an elephant.
Sex with elephants is illegal. Don’t do that.
Masturbating while wearing a condom can help people with penises get used to wearing them before sex.
Penis size does not define your worth. It is not the be-all, end-all factor for most people.
In fact, lots of people with large penises have trouble having sex without hurting their partner since the average vagina size is 6”-8” when aroused (it’s only 3”-4” when not aroused!).
Your first time will almost definitely not be your best time. That’s okay, I promise.
Herpes and pubic lice can still infect you if a condom is used if testicles come in contact with a vuvla.
Only one out of three people can orgasm from receiving vaginal penetration alone. You’re not broken.
People with penises can orgasm without ejaculating.
The muscles in a vagina can be abnormally tense and cause intense pain when penetrated with a toy, penis, or tampon. This is called vaginismus and treatment for this includes relaxation therapy and using medical rods to help the muscles relax.
The number of sexual partners you have does not define you. This rule applies to all genders.
A diet of lots of dairy and meat can cause ejaculate to taste bad. Fruits that are very sweet (like pineapple) help combat this for some people. However, due to body chemistry, medications, and other factors, it might not always do the trick.
Dental dams make oral sex with someone with a vulva safer. They are thin sheets of latex and can be home-made by cutting the ends off a condom and slitting it lengthwise to make a alternative option if you don’t have access to dental dams.
The clitoris has 8,000 nerve endings in it. That’s twice that of a penis! So, go gently until encouraged to do otherwise.
Sex does not have to stop when someone ejaculates. Remove any condoms or clean up any mess, and keep going until everyone is satisfied!
Communication is the number one factor to a better, healthier sex life.
The hymen is not a bone, and does not break. It is a membrane layer that stretches. It can tear, which can lead to pain and bleeding. However, sex for the first time (or ever!) should never hurt. Go slower and focus on foreplay to increase natural lubrication.
Sexuality is fluid for a lot of people. Don’t worry about labels until you’re sure in your sexual and romantic interests. Explore freely and worry about terms later.
Orgasms release hormones that are natural pain-killers. This is why some menstruating people masturbate when they have cramps, because the body naturally reduces pain after an orgasm.
The hormones released also account for why some people cry or get very emotional after an intense orgasm. It’s totally normal.
There are limitless kinks in the world and so long as they are safe and consensual, there is nothing wrong with them.
Medications and mental health disorders can mess with your sex drive. Talk to your doctor if your sex drive has suddenly increased or decreased after starting a medication—there may be alternatives.
There is nothing “un-manly” or “gay” about enjoying anal play. Most men who try anal enjoy a little sensation in that area. People with penises also have a p-spot (prostate) and can have intense orgasms through anal penetration.
Always use lubrication generously to avoid vaginal or anal tearing.
Urinating after sex can reduce the risk of a UTI in people with vaginas.
Enjoying casual sex does not make you a bad person if you are up-front with your intentions and don’t maliciously seek to hurt others.
Condoms come in multiple sizes! It should never be loose or painfully tight.
Being sex-positive does not mean that everyone needs to enjoy sex. It simply promotes the happiness and sexual exploration (or non-exploration) of others.
Porn is not an educational guide to sex.
Certain positions feel better than others. Switch it up and find out what works for you and your partner(s).
Condoms are more likely to break if you don’t leave a reservoir tip for ejaculate.
Labia are often asymmetrical. Your long/uneven/poofy/dark labia are beautiful and there is nothing wrong with your body.
Up to 80% of people with a vagina can squirt with either g-spot or clitoral stimulation.
Drug store pregnancy tests are just as effective as brand name ones. In some cases, they’re even MORE effective.
Elevating your butt with pillows can make missionary sex easier for those of us with a big tummy or thick thighs.
Plan B does not work on people over a certain weight (160-175lbs).
There are safe alternatives to condoms or oral contraceptives. Talk to your doctor about your options.
Sex toys can open up a whole new world to folks willing to explore.
Orgasms can be highly psychological. Most people can’t climax when they’re upset or distracted.
Birth control can cause people to miss periods or spot in between periods.
Sex doesn’t have to be gentle if you don’t want it to be. There are healthy ways to explore rough sex or BDSM.

Crystals for Seasonal Depression

Disclaimer: These will only help with Seasonal Depression, not completely nullify it. If you have serious problems try to talk to someone you trust or a therapist.

Clear Quartz: The universal crystal, Power, Energy and Clarity.

Bumblebee Jasper: Increase Self-Asteem and acceptance of change.

Black Tourmaline: Grounding, Cleansing and Protection.

Crackled Fire Agate: Courage, Power and Protection