My Sexual Odyssey Part V: A Real Whore - Sex Stories

My Sexual Odyssey Part V: A Real Whore

... and excited. I got on my back and obligingly raised my legs, which he placed on his shoulders. He placed his now swollen cock against my asshole, and I guided him in, pushing gently to accommodate his member. He filled my ass completely, and began thrusting, slowly at first, then more quickly, eventually unable to control his lust. My ass became warm, then hot, filling me with uncontrollable desire. I bucked against his thrusts, meeting his passion with lust and fire of my own, and we fucked like two animals, neither caring about anything but the satisfaction of our hunger. As I became more comfortable with the situation I started to truly enjoy it. He grabbed my ankles, and I pulled him inside of me while he fucked and fucked, not stopping until I began to feel the mounting pressure building to unbearable intensity, finally discharging my orgasm as I moaned in ecstasy. He let me know I was his bitch to do with as he pleased, and it pleased him to fuck me, and so he did. I loved it. I was really getting into this whore thing. I was being treated like a slutty little whore, and loving every minute of it. The bed was squeaking and someone was moaning in ecstasy. It was odd to realize that it was me. I couldn't believe how exciting and dangerous this was. The things you do when you are sexually aroused. When I thought he was never going to cum, he shot a wad of thick, hot, sweet cum, and then another. Blast after blast shot out, until I thought he would never stop, not that I ...

... wanted him to. At that point, he poured his hot jism into my waiting ass, and I could feel him fill it with his cum. He gushed like a geyser. Still, blast after blast came, and I felt myself cum again just from the excitement of it all, and gave into the wanton lust with honest, undisguised abandon, and enjoyed the sleazy, open sluttiness of it all. And I felt the by now familiar sensation of hot, sticky wetness fill my bottom. After he came, I said out loud, “Well, that makes it official. I’m a real whore.” Fortunately, I spoke so softly he didn’t hear; besides, he was a little preoccupied at that point. I looked like a used whore and loved it. I felt a little dirty and ashamed as I lay there licking his softening cock, but I was still very happy and proud that I had done a good job. It felt so good! The naughtiness of it, the excitement, the fear all gone, and the feeling of my mouth wrapped around his cock was wonderful. I realized that I could never go back to the "straight" life. I was hooked, and I knew it. I was as hooked as a junkie on drugs, a true sex addict, and I didn't care. I was shocked by how much I had enjoyed it. I couldn’t believe I missed out on all this for so long. After a short while, we got up, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I looked in the mirror and thought, “Was that really me?” Yes, it was really me. This was happening so fast. As I got dressed, we engaged in some small talk, and he walked me to the door. I picked up the cash, and he asked ...