I Can't Help That I'm A Slut

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by Logan Lee


  He drove into me and grunted and I felt his dick swell getting even thicker if that was possible. He was cumming, shaking and grinding his hips into me trying to get deeper, trying to pump his seed straight into my womb. Now I came like a river. I could actually feel my cum squirting out around his huge dick while my pussy muscles convulsed, maybe it was his cum too that I was squeezing out. When we were done I just stayed there on top of him catching my breath.

  After both of our breathing had returned to normal I pulled off of his shrinking cock which fell out of me with a plop onto his stomach. It was shiny and glistened with the wetness of our cum. I bent at the waste and licked it, trying to get as much of the taste of us as I could in my mouth.

  The bell rang.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. Franklin.” I said winking and walking over to grab my bag and then head out the door before he had even managed to get his pants back up and zipped. The rest of the day was incredible. When I walked to my next class I could feel his cum starting to leak out of me and drip down my leg. While I sat in my next class I was in the back of the room so I passed the time sneaking my fingers down between my legs, gathering as much cum on them as I could and then licking them clean. His cum tasted different than Jon’s, but it wasn’t bad. I loved the way that they both tasted. Jon was so right, I was a cum slut.

  The next day I left a note on his desk as I left the classroom that read - I’ll fuck you anytime you want. No questions asked. Whenever you want, whenever you can. I hope you feel better today, but if not you know who to call ;-)

  A week after I fucked Mr. Franklin I came home from school all hot and bothered and wanting to fuck Jon. I knew that my mom was going to be out late tonight entertaining clients or some such crap so I practically ran into the house. I needed dick and I needed it now.

  Jon was in the living room watching some sports show with his friend Dave. Dave had been coming over for years and he and Jon worked together. I was really irritated now. Didn’t Jon know that I would want to fuck him if Mom wasn’t around? What the fuck?

  They both asked how school was and I answered them with what could be described as casual teenage indifference. It was really thinly concealed anger and sexual frustration. When Dave wasn’t looking I gave Jon a look that said it all. I wanted him to get rid of Dave and do it now!

  Jon saw my look and started laughing. Dave looked at him and I was just about to leave, there was no hiding my anger now. How dare Jon laugh at me? Dave looked back and forth between Jon and me, and then Dave began to smile too. “Guess we have to stop messing with her now huh?” Jon said, “if we don’t she’s going to throw a fit.”

  I was very confused. I had no idea what they were talking about, what kind of a joke were they pulling if they were messing with me? Dave stood up and walked across the room towards me. I was sitting on a love seat in the corner of the living room. As Dave got near me he tilted his beer back and finished it off, then he stopped right in front of me reaching over to set the beer bottle on an end table.

  He reached out and grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled me up out of the chair. I was stunned and my mouth opened in a big “O” shape that made it easy for his tongue to force its way inside as I reached my feet. I didn’t resist. Was Jon going to share me? Did he really think that he could just give me away, just offer me to strange men? If he did then he was right, the thought got me all hot and bothered. I would let Jon act like he owned me because I liked it. No, I loved it. I, to this day, draw pleasure from men treating me like a piece of meat.

  Dave’s hands explored my body while we kissed. He squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples making me shiver. Then I heard Jon’s voice “I owed Dave fifty bucks and didn’t want to pay him. So I told him he could fuck you and we’d call it even.”

  So I was worth fifty bucks huh? That was fine with me. I didn’t care what it was over, I was going to get some dick and that’s all I wanted anyway.

  To be continued …

  From the Author –

  If you like this story, please check out some of my other work. I am pretty new to writing anything other than papers for school or official memorandums and reports for work, but I think that I am getting better with each and every story that I write.

  My plan for this series as well as with all other series’ that I write is to charge for the first one or two and then make the rest of the series free. I’m not trying to milk anyone for money and I want everyone to feel like they are getting their money’s worth out of my stuff.

  Also, I just set it up about a week ago so there isn’t a whole lot going on there yet but feel free to check out my blog at http://mywonderfulmixeduplife.blogspot.com

 

 

 


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