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I just wanted to walk in the woods that evening and see the fall leaves. I was so into my own thoughts that I didn’t hear him come crunching up behind me until it was too late. There was no warning and he never said a word. He just threw me on my face. He had my shorts and panties off before I could react. I could smell his body odor and foul breath on my face. He waved a diseased looking cock right in my face. I shook my head. “SO, cunt, you’re too good for me at that club where you shake them titties?” he growled. I recognized him as a broke guy whom we threw out that weekend. He had been sitting there just jerking off with no money for drinks or a tip.
He pulled out his cock and began to piss on me. He could tell right away that I loved that shit. He smiled with his rotten teeth, thinking he was getting somewhere. WHY did this shit turm me on so much. As he covered me with urine, my pussy began to get wet. “Use me like a dirty whore.” I begged him.
He tossed me on the ground, took his scabby cock and rammed it right into my cunt from behind. Then he pulled out and laughed. “That’s the biggest gash I’ve ever seen.” He balls up his hand and reams me out with his fist. I could hear my pussy squishing loudly. “Maybe cause your dick is so small.” I retorted. “So, take this then, you stripper whore.” He rammed his fuckstick suddenly into my asshole, making me scream, and then began to jackhammer-fuck me.
Just a few strokes and I felt him bust a nut in my rectum. He pulled out and shook his dick off, the cum falling down all over me and into the pretty autumn leaves.
I’ve a little something “special” for you. How about a hot, willing mouth ready to drink your piss and lick your filthy asshole. Spread those butt cheeks, lover, and let me smell the secrets within. I see some sticky poop and bits of toilet paper stuck to your puckered shit squirter. Allow me to be your toilet tissue and expertly clean up that mess. And while I’m at it, how about a prostate massage? Oh, you didn’t use an enema first? That’s ok. I love the anal leakage and when I pull my shitty finger out of your cesspool, I’ll just suck it clean.
Maybe you prefer a toilet. Golden showers, anyone? I’ll suck your dirty cock dry and let you finish off by emptying your full bladder right into my eager mouth. I love kidney lemonade and the feel of the warm yellow burst in my mouth. If my mouth overflows, just piss all over my face and tits. I will beg for more.
I do as I’m told and I need a man who will always put me last. Allow me to clean up any mess. I’ll even suck your cock after you fucked a woman on her period. I’m a skanky ‘ho and I’ll do anything to keep you coming back for more.
I walked into the bar last night, still torn up from the night before. I was looking tired, make-up smeared, and leftover cum sat rotting in my stale pussy. I was on a sex and drugs binge. Any drug and any man would do. I swear there should be new phone chat lines set up just for dirty cunts like mine. I know some men love a dirty, smelly pussy and would relish the idea of poking his face into a ripe gash to lap up left-over cum. Take a whiff of this one. Smells like spoiled jizz, dirty balls, and sweaty fur burger. Look at it closely. It’s a gaping cavern of filth, bright red from the nigger dick I took last night in exchange for drugs. Want more? Stuff your fist right in there.
You’re a wimpy, small dick weasel and you’ll settle for any flesh cavern you can find. I love men like you, willing to clean me up, lick me clean, and get me ready for the next meat spear. Lick me harder, lover, as I feel your hard shaft growing against my thigh. If you are a good little sissy slave, I may even allow you to cum on my big titties. If I don’t please you, feel free to inflict pain and misery on me. I love it when men treat me like shit. Either way, we both get off.
I wanted to celebrate my heritage on Mayflower Day so I asked you to take me out on the yacht. A few glasses of wine and I was naked. I tried to imagine life on the Mayflower and I got so fucking turned on. Can you imagine the horny men on there, getting no pussy for months and so few women to take care of their needs? I wish I had been one of those women, rolling around in a bunk with hot sailors lining up to get between my legs. They were so horny that they were mounting me in pairs, pushing to dip their cocks into some wet, willing cunt. Grunts and moans filled the room as they jerked off all around me. I’d be the real life Mayflower Madam, taking on every age. Old cock, young cock. Big throbbing ones and tiny peckers that barely rubbed my clitty and squirted into my belly button.
Oh yes, and then the phone sex rape fantasies. Dirty old ships hands who were ugly, rough, and scruffy, forcing me facedown on deck while they took turns raping my holes. I’d scream into the salt air but that just turned on the rest of the men. They’d all come running to see my young body spread open and soaked in cum. Soon the sperm was flying and I was covered in it. I knew I’d probably be knocked up before this ship hit land.
Now I’m so fucking horny that I have your cock out, teasing you, running my tongue around the rim. I want you to throw me down and ravage me on the deck, for all the fisherman to watch. Thinking about them jerking off makes me so fucking horny.
Mmmmm. Happy Mayflower Day, ship fucking descendants. How about a little re-enactment party?
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’….
I’ve always been a whore for the truckers. Those sex-starved road jockeys are just cruising down the road in those portable bedrooms, made for some hot, truckstop action.
My favorite thing is teasing them. Nothing is better than riding with the BF, down a boring section of interstate and playing with my pussy. Feet on the dash, tanned legs spread, fingers dipping into my honeypot, waiting for the next big rig to ease on by. The look on their face as they hit the brakes really made me wet, knowing they were stroking that hard one just for me.
I’ve never been shy about my slutty needs. I once fucked a trucker at a roadside park while hitchhiking, knowing that all of the other truckers were watching. I imagined them all jacking off, watching me getting reamed to the hilt, shamelessly taking a cock in every hole. In my fantasy, they get out of their trucks and come join in, making it a trucker orgy. I feel myself being pushed down on a dirty picnic table as they surrounded me. One is in my ass, while other has me on his cock. I feel a third cock touch my lips and I open wide for it, smelling sweaty balls slapping my chin. Both of my hands are full of cock, jerking off trucker fuck meat. They fill me with cum, and then are replaced by the next man, who rams his dipstick into my cummy hole. As I start to cum, all of the other truckers blow their air horns in unison as they all jerk creamy loads onto their dashboards and windshields.
My new fantasy is to be kidnapped by a trucker who rapes me, pimps me out at all the truckstops, and makes me into his sex slave. What better way to feed my need for truckstop cock? Care to join me on this road trip?
I just had to fucking piss so bad. The line at the bar was three miles long and I knew my bladder couldn’t hold a six pack’s worth of beer. I had to get somewhere quick. The fire exit was propped open to let in some cool air. This overcrowded dive smelled like dirty balls and cheap aftershave.
I lingered in the back alley looking for a private spot. It was creepy and dark and I saw a rat scurry by. My piss had already made a wet spot on my panties. Soon I’d be forced to throw them away.
Fuck it. I didn’t care if anyone saw me. I went to the far corner of the dumpster and squatted. I moaned audibly as the piss hit the pavement and splattered on my ankles. It felt so damn good that I didn’t see the pair of feet on the other side.
The urine was still bubbling from my pussy fountain when he walked into view. He was a tall shadow in a dark place, but I couldn’t stop the runaway bladder flow that was making a river running towards him. As he watched me, I saw that he held his cock and it was huge. “Don’t stop.” he whispered. “Pissing turns me on.”
Knowing that he was so horny whetted my own perverted appetite and I got into my role. “Why doncha come over here and fuck me while I pee, then.” I saw his white teeth smiling and I knew he was interested. I stood up, clenching my urine flow off, and bent over the foul, smelly dumpster. He grabbed both of my hands and placed them on top of the trash receptacle as he probed with his cock for my piss hole. He hit home with the second stroke and began a furious fuck-beat on my cunt.
“Give it to me, dumpster whore. Piss on me.” he hissed. I let loose with my urethra, gushing hot bladder-cum all over his shaft. He was bathed in the yellow juice that he craved. We both went crazy, pounding, coming, and pissing. I felt his own bladder fill me to the hilt, washing out the cum that he had dumped there, while my own piss baptized his fuck-meat.
As I walked away, I felt a gush of cummy-piss ooze down my inner thigh. Time for some more beer. Gotta keep the piss flowing when you party like I do!!
‘Til next pee-pee break,
Your dumpster whore, Aurora.