Straight Female / 33
Thursday Football Game Using
I am Jenny and I am the poster of Angry Gang Bang (from last weekend).
The same men gang banged me again last night during the game that had a lot of Prime involved.
It was completely going to be this from the start. My husband did not tell me they were coming over. They just showed up and I was told to start sucking as soon as each walked in the door. Six friends came over this time and I was their whore. And again, I fucking loved being used hard for their pleasure. Yes, I came multiple times, but my body and my three holes were there for their use.
There is something demeaning about being a whore. There is something humiliating to be fucked, cummed on or in and then passed on to the next cock. There is something hot about being on your knees sucking on a cock and the other cocks surround you like prey in the wild. There is something empowering about being able to make these men desire sex from you.
This morning, my c**t, well their c**t (because they told me it was theirs and because my once pretty pussy is now an open and ready c**t to be used for pleasure) is beaten down and puffy. My nipples, which continue to be rock hard, are raw and chafing. My asshole, which took an incredible pounding last night (which I intensely loved) is still gaped. My bed sheets are a mess and the room stinks like sex. My body is crusted with cum, the remains of a night of allowing seven men to use my body for pleasure.
As I sit in my bathroom, getting ready to shower, I know that I answered the what now question from last week. My husband has shared me and he has given these men full authorization to use my me and my holes whenever they want. I fully embrace this as, unknown to me, I am a slut. I love being used for pleasure. I love being made into the party pig. I want to be that girl, the girl who will give it up if asked.
Time to shower and clean up the whore!
The same men gang banged me again last night during the game that had a lot of Prime involved.
It was completely going to be this from the start. My husband did not tell me they were coming over. They just showed up and I was told to start sucking as soon as each walked in the door. Six friends came over this time and I was their whore. And again, I fucking loved being used hard for their pleasure. Yes, I came multiple times, but my body and my three holes were there for their use.
There is something demeaning about being a whore. There is something humiliating to be fucked, cummed on or in and then passed on to the next cock. There is something hot about being on your knees sucking on a cock and the other cocks surround you like prey in the wild. There is something empowering about being able to make these men desire sex from you.
This morning, my c**t, well their c**t (because they told me it was theirs and because my once pretty pussy is now an open and ready c**t to be used for pleasure) is beaten down and puffy. My nipples, which continue to be rock hard, are raw and chafing. My asshole, which took an incredible pounding last night (which I intensely loved) is still gaped. My bed sheets are a mess and the room stinks like sex. My body is crusted with cum, the remains of a night of allowing seven men to use my body for pleasure.
As I sit in my bathroom, getting ready to shower, I know that I answered the what now question from last week. My husband has shared me and he has given these men full authorization to use my me and my holes whenever they want. I fully embrace this as, unknown to me, I am a slut. I love being used for pleasure. I love being made into the party pig. I want to be that girl, the girl who will give it up if asked.
Time to shower and clean up the whore!
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