Straight Female / 28
When I graduated from college I got a job in New Orleans for an oil company. My mom helped me find an apartment and move in. It was in a safe area, real nice, and close to work.
At work I met a guy, he was aggressive and kept making a move on me. One evening, there was a happy hour, and several people went, and I ended up with him, he kept telling me that he wanted my pussy and to suck my tits. It didn't matter how I tried to move around he had me locked in whispering in my ear if my pussy was wet. He told me that he was about to take me out to the parking lot and bend me over his truck and fuck me.
I got felt up and he kept me from dancing with anyone else, he had his arm around my neck and he would lean over and ask me if I wanted a kiss and how my pussy was doing. Several times he took my hand and put it on his penis telling me he was going to fuck me with it. The truth of course was that I was very aroused and the more he kept asking me about my pussy the more aroused I became. I was beyond wet, and when he danced with me I was ready.
Several guys decided to take some of the girls to this bar, which had strippers. I had never seen a stripper and I agreed to go, but only if he behaved himself. He told me I was all for him, so not to get any ideas. I let him kiss me, a long kiss, and we went to the bar.
The stripping girls didn't help, if they table danced he would reach out and touch their crotch, and they would slap his hand away. He gave me a twenty and told me to give it to the girl, only if she let me touch her, she agreed and took the 20.
He picked out a girl, and told me to watch her, because that is how he wanted me to strip for him, and I did a good job he would fuck me for free. By the time he walked into my apartment with me, I was asking him to fuck me, but to make me remember it. My only other experience was in college and it was not memorable, I told him, and I wanted him to make my experience memorable.
He fucked me on the couch, and then drug me to the bed and ate me out. He fucked me again, and had me give him head while he fingered me. He would pull his fingers out of my vagina and have me lick them clean, and then back in they went. My living room door opened over the pool, and he decided to open the blinds and have me dance naked for him, so I could be watched by the people across the pool. I gave him head with the curtains open.
I became his office girlfriend and got fucked on a regular basis. I lost any sense of propriety and would sit on his lap at clubs and on more than one occasion got down and gave him head in the club. New Orleans turned me into a hustler whore.
When I was transferred to Shreveport we were not able to maintain a long distance relationship. I met my next boyfriend there, he was a bartender and he liked hard sex. I was used to it, and could take most anything he wanted to do with me. I became more and more of a whore, wanting more hard sex. In two years, I had gone from a suburban church going girl to a spreading whore, sucking my guy off in a bar.
It took about five years before I got my full of being a whore, and had to move away to start my life over again. From time to time I miss it, especially if I watch the wrong type of movie. My current guy is a law abiding citizen, and he is slightly dominant, but doesn't hold a candle to my earlier boyfriends. I miss being hauled off and taken back to the back room for a fuck, I even miss being led around by the hair, I always got totally aroused when I was shaken by the hair, especially if I was giving head.
I know it is a fetish, being mistreated and treated like a whore, but when it comes to sex that is what makes me want it. Mr. nice guy isn't doing it for me.
At work I met a guy, he was aggressive and kept making a move on me. One evening, there was a happy hour, and several people went, and I ended up with him, he kept telling me that he wanted my pussy and to suck my tits. It didn't matter how I tried to move around he had me locked in whispering in my ear if my pussy was wet. He told me that he was about to take me out to the parking lot and bend me over his truck and fuck me.
I got felt up and he kept me from dancing with anyone else, he had his arm around my neck and he would lean over and ask me if I wanted a kiss and how my pussy was doing. Several times he took my hand and put it on his penis telling me he was going to fuck me with it. The truth of course was that I was very aroused and the more he kept asking me about my pussy the more aroused I became. I was beyond wet, and when he danced with me I was ready.
Several guys decided to take some of the girls to this bar, which had strippers. I had never seen a stripper and I agreed to go, but only if he behaved himself. He told me I was all for him, so not to get any ideas. I let him kiss me, a long kiss, and we went to the bar.
The stripping girls didn't help, if they table danced he would reach out and touch their crotch, and they would slap his hand away. He gave me a twenty and told me to give it to the girl, only if she let me touch her, she agreed and took the 20.
He picked out a girl, and told me to watch her, because that is how he wanted me to strip for him, and I did a good job he would fuck me for free. By the time he walked into my apartment with me, I was asking him to fuck me, but to make me remember it. My only other experience was in college and it was not memorable, I told him, and I wanted him to make my experience memorable.
He fucked me on the couch, and then drug me to the bed and ate me out. He fucked me again, and had me give him head while he fingered me. He would pull his fingers out of my vagina and have me lick them clean, and then back in they went. My living room door opened over the pool, and he decided to open the blinds and have me dance naked for him, so I could be watched by the people across the pool. I gave him head with the curtains open.
I became his office girlfriend and got fucked on a regular basis. I lost any sense of propriety and would sit on his lap at clubs and on more than one occasion got down and gave him head in the club. New Orleans turned me into a hustler whore.
When I was transferred to Shreveport we were not able to maintain a long distance relationship. I met my next boyfriend there, he was a bartender and he liked hard sex. I was used to it, and could take most anything he wanted to do with me. I became more and more of a whore, wanting more hard sex. In two years, I had gone from a suburban church going girl to a spreading whore, sucking my guy off in a bar.
It took about five years before I got my full of being a whore, and had to move away to start my life over again. From time to time I miss it, especially if I watch the wrong type of movie. My current guy is a law abiding citizen, and he is slightly dominant, but doesn't hold a candle to my earlier boyfriends. I miss being hauled off and taken back to the back room for a fuck, I even miss being led around by the hair, I always got totally aroused when I was shaken by the hair, especially if I was giving head.
I know it is a fetish, being mistreated and treated like a whore, but when it comes to sex that is what makes me want it. Mr. nice guy isn't doing it for me.
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