I Am Tired Of All The Slut-Shaming
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The content mentioned below is [u][c=#BF0000]mature [/c][/u]and is not meant to insult or cause harm to anyone - while it does involve misogynistic tones, it is by no means indicative that every woman deserves to be treated this way - above all else, please do not be butt-hurt over something that is someone else's past and life - Thank you! *o*[/b]
I had tried to face myself a million times but I could never see it when I looked in the mirror. I looked deeper and longer into the mirror, staring at the perfect face I showed the world. No one would have ever guessed that I was the kind of girl who let men use her. No one would have suspected that there was something alive inside of me that reached out for cocks. I reached out to be used and abused. I smiled at my reflection.
“You’re a real slut now,” I told the girl in the mirror. She stared back at me questioningly. How had it gotten this far? I still remembered when I was a virgin before I had traveled down the longest path, a path filled with cocks that fucked me harder and harder all the time. I could take the pain of them pounding me as it turned to pleasure. I could feel the emotions that had been trapped inside of me for so long being released into the world. I could feel the letting go as the part of me I showed the world slipped away, leaving me naked and vulnerable.
It didn’t matter which guy it was or how long he fucked me. All that mattered were the orgasms and I had plenty of those. I knew my mother would turn in her grave if she knew how many dicks I was juggling. I knew I was a disgusting slut and there was a part of me that was disgusted. I could see the edges of my halo beginning to wilt as I gave myself one last conspiratorial smile. I knew what I was doing. I knew what I wanted.
I could hear him at the door. I still don’t recall if I got his name or not but it doesn’t really matter. He was just another dick in a long line of dicks. He would fade into my memory as some nameless cock that made me cum once. They all meant very little to me. All that mattered was how many times I came and I knew I was addicted to cumming. I knew that I was a sex addict and yet I would never have said those words out loud or told anyone the real truth about me. It was easier just lying. It was easy to pretend I was a normal woman. It was easy to let everyone think I was an uptight bitch that never fucked anything. I knew who I was behind closed doors and that was all that mattered.
I was a slut. It had taken me a long time to admit it but as I opened my front door and let him in, I realized that I had chosen a particularly hot guy for this round. I had a few more lined up to come by and fuck me after him and my pussy was already wet with the anticipation.
“Wow, you’re a lot prettier than you look in your photos,” he gushed.
“So are you,” I lied. I didn’t remember what pictures he’d sent. I’d seen so many that day but it didn’t matter. I was about to get a reminder shoved down my throat and hopefully in my other holes as well.
“So where should we do this?” he asked. “Should I just get naked?” I liked this guy. He was ready to go and so I shed my clothing and gave him a nod to do the same. I dropped to my knees, grabbing his cock in my hand and taking it in my mouth. I sucked him to the best of my ability, moaning with the pleasure of sucking a stranger’s cock. I loved inviting perfect strangers over to fuck me and I knew it was part of my disease, whatever this was. I knew it wasn’t normal. Normal girls didn’t like getting pounded in all three holes by perfect strangers. Something was wrong with me but I didn’t want to face it. I didn’t want to admit it but deep down I knew there was and there was no avoiding it forever.
“Fuck me?” I begged him.
“Hell yeah,” he pulled me up and bent me over so I was touching my toes as he entered me from behind. His cock was nice and thick and at this angle, it was touching parts of me that were bringing me the most intense feelings of pleasure. I came so hard I could barely remain standing. He could sense my weakness and he pushed me until I was up against a large mirror I had hanging on the wall. He pushed his cock deeper into me and smashed my tits against the mirror. “Look at yourself while I fuck you, you stupid little slut! See what you are!”
He drilled me as I faced my own reflection. I looked crazed as he hammered my pussy and he looked just as crazy. He was growling like an animal and it should have scared me that he was being so animalistic and borderline violent. He had my hair in one hand and he was holding me against the mirror with the other.
“Oh my God!” I screamed and I came hard on his cock. He was grunting and growling and something about the noises he was making made me wetter and I came again, this time a shrill scream of intense pleasure bounced off of the mirror and let itself into the room. Our sex was creating heat and there was steam on the mirror where my mouth had been screaming.
“Face yourself, slut!” he hissed at me and I did give myself a look. I looked like a depraved slut. I looked like the kind of girl you could do anything to and I knew deep down that I was. I knew that I would fuck just about any cock when I was this horny. I knew that as soon as I drained this cock I would need another, and then another. I knew it was strange and wrong and all of those things but I also needed cocks. I needed lots and lots of them to be happy and no matter how many men I fucked it was never enough.
“Cum in my pussy!” I screamed at him.
“In your pussy? You sure about that? How many guys have cum in this pussy?” he asked me and I knew I should have lied. I didn’t want him to think I was too big of a slut. I didn’t want him to stop.
“I don’t know!” I screamed but I think we both knew that I was full of shit. I knew that I’d fucked more guys than most women and yet I never really kept track. There could have been hundreds or thousands. The thought of all those dicks that had used me made me cum again and this time I knew that he was going to cum too. I watched his orgasm face in the mirror as he filled me with his cum.
“Damn, your pussy is so fucking good,” the guy told me and I nodded as I braced myself against the mirror until he pulled out of me. I balanced myself a bit, feeling dizzy from all the orgasms. As he pulled out I could feel his cum seeping out of me.
“Did you cum in my pussy?” I asked him.
“Yeah, can’t you feel it?”
“I can feel it dripping out of me now. It feels so good to get filled with cum. You know? Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I love cumming deep inside of a pussy. Most girls won’t let me do that.”
“I’ll let you whenever you want,” I admitted.
“How about now?”
“Round two? Already?” I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked used and disheveled, the way a girl can only look after she has cum many, many times. Despite all those orgasms I was still horny. There was never enough and I had yet to reach my limit. I was greedy and hungry and I would fuck this guy’s cock again and I’d tell him to bring his friends for next time.
“Yeah. I like this position with you looking at yourself. I think seeing what a slut you really are has that pussy super horny. Am I right?” he stared me down in the mirror. I was still leaning on it for support.
“Right about what?” I asked, trying to avoid the question.
“You get off on being a slut, don’t you?” I felt uncomfortable as his words settled over me. I looked in the mirror as he pushed his cock back into my pussy. “God, I love the way your hole feels when it’s full of my cum.”
“Yeah. I get off on being a slut that gets fucked and cum in. I love being used. Use my pussy,” I begged him. “Use me.”
“Yes, slut! Yes!” His cock was hard and penetrating me deeply. I bent over a bit more and took his cock. I caught my own eye in the mirror and I gave myself a little, devilish smile.
“You’re a slut!” I screamed at myself. The truth set me free. I felt my pussy gush with wetness and the screams took over as I came for him, this orgasm better than any other before it or after it. This was the apex of my pleasure and I clung to the mirror as if clinging to myself. I was a slut. I had embraced it. Now I was ready to take another load of cum right up inside of my slutty, little pussy.
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The content mentioned below is [u][c=#BF0000]mature [/c][/u]and is not meant to insult or cause harm to anyone - while it does involve misogynistic tones, it is by no means indicative that every woman deserves to be treated this way - above all else, please do not be butt-hurt over something that is someone else's past and life - Thank you! *o*[/b]
I had tried to face myself a million times but I could never see it when I looked in the mirror. I looked deeper and longer into the mirror, staring at the perfect face I showed the world. No one would have ever guessed that I was the kind of girl who let men use her. No one would have suspected that there was something alive inside of me that reached out for cocks. I reached out to be used and abused. I smiled at my reflection.
“You’re a real slut now,” I told the girl in the mirror. She stared back at me questioningly. How had it gotten this far? I still remembered when I was a virgin before I had traveled down the longest path, a path filled with cocks that fucked me harder and harder all the time. I could take the pain of them pounding me as it turned to pleasure. I could feel the emotions that had been trapped inside of me for so long being released into the world. I could feel the letting go as the part of me I showed the world slipped away, leaving me naked and vulnerable.
It didn’t matter which guy it was or how long he fucked me. All that mattered were the orgasms and I had plenty of those. I knew my mother would turn in her grave if she knew how many dicks I was juggling. I knew I was a disgusting slut and there was a part of me that was disgusted. I could see the edges of my halo beginning to wilt as I gave myself one last conspiratorial smile. I knew what I was doing. I knew what I wanted.
I could hear him at the door. I still don’t recall if I got his name or not but it doesn’t really matter. He was just another dick in a long line of dicks. He would fade into my memory as some nameless cock that made me cum once. They all meant very little to me. All that mattered was how many times I came and I knew I was addicted to cumming. I knew that I was a sex addict and yet I would never have said those words out loud or told anyone the real truth about me. It was easier just lying. It was easy to pretend I was a normal woman. It was easy to let everyone think I was an uptight bitch that never fucked anything. I knew who I was behind closed doors and that was all that mattered.
I was a slut. It had taken me a long time to admit it but as I opened my front door and let him in, I realized that I had chosen a particularly hot guy for this round. I had a few more lined up to come by and fuck me after him and my pussy was already wet with the anticipation.
“Wow, you’re a lot prettier than you look in your photos,” he gushed.
“So are you,” I lied. I didn’t remember what pictures he’d sent. I’d seen so many that day but it didn’t matter. I was about to get a reminder shoved down my throat and hopefully in my other holes as well.
“So where should we do this?” he asked. “Should I just get naked?” I liked this guy. He was ready to go and so I shed my clothing and gave him a nod to do the same. I dropped to my knees, grabbing his cock in my hand and taking it in my mouth. I sucked him to the best of my ability, moaning with the pleasure of sucking a stranger’s cock. I loved inviting perfect strangers over to fuck me and I knew it was part of my disease, whatever this was. I knew it wasn’t normal. Normal girls didn’t like getting pounded in all three holes by perfect strangers. Something was wrong with me but I didn’t want to face it. I didn’t want to admit it but deep down I knew there was and there was no avoiding it forever.
“Fuck me?” I begged him.
“Hell yeah,” he pulled me up and bent me over so I was touching my toes as he entered me from behind. His cock was nice and thick and at this angle, it was touching parts of me that were bringing me the most intense feelings of pleasure. I came so hard I could barely remain standing. He could sense my weakness and he pushed me until I was up against a large mirror I had hanging on the wall. He pushed his cock deeper into me and smashed my tits against the mirror. “Look at yourself while I fuck you, you stupid little slut! See what you are!”
He drilled me as I faced my own reflection. I looked crazed as he hammered my pussy and he looked just as crazy. He was growling like an animal and it should have scared me that he was being so animalistic and borderline violent. He had my hair in one hand and he was holding me against the mirror with the other.
“Oh my God!” I screamed and I came hard on his cock. He was grunting and growling and something about the noises he was making made me wetter and I came again, this time a shrill scream of intense pleasure bounced off of the mirror and let itself into the room. Our sex was creating heat and there was steam on the mirror where my mouth had been screaming.
“Face yourself, slut!” he hissed at me and I did give myself a look. I looked like a depraved slut. I looked like the kind of girl you could do anything to and I knew deep down that I was. I knew that I would fuck just about any cock when I was this horny. I knew that as soon as I drained this cock I would need another, and then another. I knew it was strange and wrong and all of those things but I also needed cocks. I needed lots and lots of them to be happy and no matter how many men I fucked it was never enough.
“Cum in my pussy!” I screamed at him.
“In your pussy? You sure about that? How many guys have cum in this pussy?” he asked me and I knew I should have lied. I didn’t want him to think I was too big of a slut. I didn’t want him to stop.
“I don’t know!” I screamed but I think we both knew that I was full of shit. I knew that I’d fucked more guys than most women and yet I never really kept track. There could have been hundreds or thousands. The thought of all those dicks that had used me made me cum again and this time I knew that he was going to cum too. I watched his orgasm face in the mirror as he filled me with his cum.
“Damn, your pussy is so fucking good,” the guy told me and I nodded as I braced myself against the mirror until he pulled out of me. I balanced myself a bit, feeling dizzy from all the orgasms. As he pulled out I could feel his cum seeping out of me.
“Did you cum in my pussy?” I asked him.
“Yeah, can’t you feel it?”
“I can feel it dripping out of me now. It feels so good to get filled with cum. You know? Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I love cumming deep inside of a pussy. Most girls won’t let me do that.”
“I’ll let you whenever you want,” I admitted.
“How about now?”
“Round two? Already?” I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked used and disheveled, the way a girl can only look after she has cum many, many times. Despite all those orgasms I was still horny. There was never enough and I had yet to reach my limit. I was greedy and hungry and I would fuck this guy’s cock again and I’d tell him to bring his friends for next time.
“Yeah. I like this position with you looking at yourself. I think seeing what a slut you really are has that pussy super horny. Am I right?” he stared me down in the mirror. I was still leaning on it for support.
“Right about what?” I asked, trying to avoid the question.
“You get off on being a slut, don’t you?” I felt uncomfortable as his words settled over me. I looked in the mirror as he pushed his cock back into my pussy. “God, I love the way your hole feels when it’s full of my cum.”
“Yeah. I get off on being a slut that gets fucked and cum in. I love being used. Use my pussy,” I begged him. “Use me.”
“Yes, slut! Yes!” His cock was hard and penetrating me deeply. I bent over a bit more and took his cock. I caught my own eye in the mirror and I gave myself a little, devilish smile.
“You’re a slut!” I screamed at myself. The truth set me free. I felt my pussy gush with wetness and the screams took over as I came for him, this orgasm better than any other before it or after it. This was the apex of my pleasure and I clung to the mirror as if clinging to myself. I was a slut. I had embraced it. Now I was ready to take another load of cum right up inside of my slutty, little pussy.
