Denise: Third Generation Whore - Sex Stories

Denise: Third Generation Whore

... both of their gargantuan, ebony poles in every hole, position and combination possible. It had been the best week of my sexual life as I swallowed their cum, felt their internal, warm, sticky blasts of semen and had my openings stretched to their fullest while I was double penetrated and pumped hard until I was screaming out and gushing from my wet, gaping hole. Toward the end of my first week, my uncle James had left for work and Shawn had arrived with 5 of his friends. I had anticipated his visit and was already prepared to suck and fuck him all afternoon, but I wasn’t quite ready for him to bring over his friends to fuck me for money. Shawn took me first and his friends watched as he had his way with me in the guest room, where he d**g me with the help of his buddies. He stuffed my pussy and then my ass with his hard organ and stroked it hard and deep inside of me before filling me with his jizz. I had cum twice and hadn’t fought off his advances for long before my legs were around him and I was thrusting them upward to take him deeper inside of me. His friends each took turns afterward and all 5 of them fucked me hard, cumming in my mouth, my ass and my pussy as they pleased. I laid there and watched each of them pay Shawn after they had finished and the sight of that alone had nearly brought me to climax as each of their long, black cocks slid in and out of my well lubricated holes. The thought of being a whore was exciting and being sold and used turned me on. I ...

... would have never considered the idea, being a strong and confident young woman, but now I loved the feeling. No wonder both my mom and her mom had been e****ts and street hookers during their careers. I found myself alone at home many of the days until Shawn would arrive with sometimes up to 6 or 8 different men, most very hard looking thugs. They would fuck me hard and in most cases didn’t even try to please me as they rammed their large tools into which ever opening they had chosen. When I wasn’t being sold, I found myself outdoors and eventually met my uncle’s neighbor. I had heard about Gerald, but had been too young to remember him. My mother had told me that she at one time had worried that I was his c***d, before the DNA test. Apparently he had enjoyed sex with both her and my grandmother on numerous occasions and when he found out that I was Velvet’s daughter, he didn’t seem shy about being very flirtatious. He was older now but he still fit my vision of the dirty, sweaty farmer who smoked, cursed and told stories about everything. I had a much lighter complexion than my mother and was often mistaken as being either Latino or Polynesian, so he wasn’t sure who I was until I told him. He said that my blue eyes looked like my moms and that my filled out body was a near duplicate of both my grandmother and mother. I was short like them too, only 5’3” tall, but I sported an athletically muscular and fit 32DD-22-35 frame that many men liked and enjoyed. Gerald offered me a ...