One Week Before Wedding Day
I worked with a guy that was always flirting with me. He knew I was getting married and just kept the pressure on me to fuck him before I got married. He added that his friends wanted me too. He kept pushing me until I gave in. I asked him where and when?
I met him at his apartment. When I went in, the room was a cloud of pot and a sea of black men. I made it here, so I must want this is what I told myself. As I got to the living room, they all circled me and piece by piece they took off my clothes. Soon I was naked. My hard nipples on full display. My cleanly shaven pussy available.
I started reaching for cocks to stroke and was gently pushed to my knees. Lots of sucking and lots of fucking later, I left the apartment gaped and ruined. I smelled like a whore. My used body covered in sticky or crusted cum. My bra and panties never made it home with me. I got home, showered and sat on my bed. Did I just do that kept flowing through my mind and my soul. I didn’t feel badly at all. I felt relieved it was before I actually was married.
It is now 13 years later and I need this again. I crave this unreasonably naughty desire to be used like a whore.
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