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Click hereI reached for the phone and called 155 and he answered. I said "I can't, I can't." in a faint voice and hung up.
I heard a door key and my door opened. He walked in and looked me over. I couldn't move, laying there with cum dripping from my pussy and ass, hanging from my face and hair and tits.
He circled around me and said "Damn, how many were there?'
I muffled "Three"
He said "Let me guess, the old man down the hall?" I just nodded.
He got a warm wash cloth and wiped my face and tits off, then wiped off my pussy.
Lifting my hips to get me on my knees he said "No need to waist a good opportunity."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiffening cock. I looked over my shoulder and saw the thickest cock I ever saw.
My eyes got wide and said "I can't, please, I can't!"
"Oh sure you can." Was all he said and he shoved it in my ass with one quick move.
I thought I was going to split open. He just kept going until it was all the way in then worked me over like a fuck doll.
"Wow" he said, "you are one fucking hot slut! I bet you're kind of new to this too, aren't you."
I nodded again.
He fucked my ass like a jack hammer then groaned heavily and pumped his cum deep in my ass sending heat throughout my body. When he finished he pulled out and I lay on my back grabbing my pussy and rubbing it hard till a little squirt came out and just shook all over.
He smiled and said I'd be welcome back any time and left. I stayed there for what felt like hours actually falling asleep for a bit. When I awoke I had thick sticky cold cum all over and went to soak my sore body in the shower until I was sure it was all off of me. Then I ran a hot bath and soaked in there too. The next day when I got ready to leave, my ass, pussy and tits were so sore I couldn't wear underwear. I wore enough to not show but enough to be comfortable for my ride home. The bar tender saw me leaving in the lobby and just smiled and winked at me.
I had never been used like that or called a bitch or slut, but somehow I guess that's what I've become. Did I mind? Was I trying to be? Not sure yet. But somehow I knew I wasn't done seeking for more answers or for more adventures.
So, are you actual l y a bitch or a slut? ENQIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW(mine INCLUDED).-YOMEYO
I came with each one of your stories - would like to be your student
Nice sexy story. From your bio, may be true? or at least what you want. Gangbangs are fun! Love to join in.