Becoming the neighbourhood slut - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Becoming the neighbourhood slut - Part 2

... He is throwing me straight into the deep water. I tried to stay calm. After all I wished for this. It is my long time fantasy and now it was about to get real. My makeup was almost done. It wasn't the best job ever, but it was bound to get messed up anyway, waterproofed or not. Guess what... ring-ring... This is getting ridiculous and scary... OK, relax. Mark said you can handle it. He said they know that they are doing. Relax. Enjoy it. These men are here specifically to fuck you. You always wanted to be a slut for real men. Now is your chance. Make the most of it. Enjoy being the object of desire of so many real men. Please them. Make them proud to have fucked you and to keep asking you to fuck you again. Try to be the best slut ever for them. I sprayed some more of my slutty perfume... Mmm, that is nice. Love that smell. So slutty, so inviting. Compliments the smell of my leather outfit great. The anticipation of being finally called to the living room was killing me... I am ready. My outfit is straightened up. My make up is done. My lips look great with that lipstick... So cock inviting... They are basically inviting cocks into my whore mouth... My perfume is also filling the ...

... bathroom... Maybe another squirt.. just to make me that much more cock inviting. "Valeria! We are ready for you!" I heard Mark from the living room. It was time. This is it. I am about to be fucked by real men. I hope I can handle them and please them... I took a deep breath and headed slowly for the living room. You could hear a pin drop. While I was getting ready I was hearing laughs from the guys, but now it was very quiet. They were all expecting to see the cocksucking anal slut they were about to fuck. All you could hear were the heels of my shiny whore boots on Mark's tiles. They were about to live up to their potential and would play a vital part in making the men wanting to fuck me. I loved the way I felt while walking towards the living room. Slutty, desired, sexy. My leather outfit and boots were wrapping my body as a shield, making me the ultimate slut I aspire to be. I was now reaching the living room door which was open as to invite me to my fate. My fate to be fucked by all of the men in that room. As much as they want. No turning back now. These men were here specifically to fuck me. They were going to show me exactly what whore I am. A dirty. Leather. Cocksucking. Anal. Whore.