Hey everyone,
I abandoned my last story, An Innocent Slut, and started a new one, entitled Sex Crazed Slut. I just wrote three pages and I wanted to know what people think so far. I want some feedback for now so I know what to do as I continue. Please be honest. Try and say one good and one bad thing about it. Thank you so much!!
-The Writer
Sex Crazed SlutBy:The Writer
Introduction
“Get the fuck away from me,” I said as I swiped some fucker’s hands away from my tits. I walked down the street and kept my head up, looking around nervously as I saw many guys staring at my half naked body, all thinking about the fucked up things they would do to me if they had five minutes alone with me. Guys are such pigs. All they can think about is getting off. They don’t care about whom they hurt or what they have to do to get some. Sadly, that is the one thing that turns me on about them.
I’m sure you’re probably wondering about why I’m talking about guys and why I’m half naked right now. Well, I’m a whore. Not one of those whores that walks around the street asking if someone wants a quick BJ or some shit like that. I who off in a club/casino with an underground system of prostitution. I usually get people that come to me or I am supposed to meet them somewhere and make some sick scenario of theirs come true by pretending to be rapid or pretending to be someone’s daughter or some shit like that. Guys come up with weird things in their fucked up heads. Yet again, that’s what I love about them.
Even though I’m walking down this sidewalk with a ripped tank-top and a skirt that reveals my pussy pretty well from a nice angle because of my pantyless crotch, I can’t help but feel myself getting wet. Just thinking about how these guys want to grab me and fill me with their meat just drives me crazy. Some people think that whores hate sex. That hookers just get it done and over with and leave. In some cases that’s true. But I love sex. I love the messed up things I go through and the sexual encounters I have had in my life. Hell, I’ve even fucked my father and brother. I’m a little dyke too if you like the thought of that. Pussy turns me on just as much as cock…well, not as much. But it’s close.
I’m sure you are still wondering why I’m walking down this street. Well, let’s just say I’m meeting someone. I can’t tell you who right now, but you will find out soon enough. In order for this to make any sense, you are going to need to know everything about my sexual life. And that is what I am going to tell you about. I am going to tell you how a sixteen year old girl became a sex crashed slut.
Chapter One
“Brad, stop…” I moaned into his ear as I felt his index finger slowly start to push against my asshole. My eyes clenched tight as his fingerbegan to wiggle its way into my ass. I have never experienced this before and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to.
“Come on baby…you are going to love it up the ass,” he whispered down to me and kissed my forehead. His naked body felt so warm against my own as my hand stroked up and down his shake, trying to keep him hard. Brad is my boyfriend and I am his girl. Or, what he sometimes likes to call me, his little slut. We have been having sex for a couple months now, usually every night. He sneaks out of his house and into mine through my window and crawls into bed with me, then about an hour after we both get off a couple times, he leaves and I see him at school the next day.
Yes, I am sixteen and I am having sexual relations with a boy. He is the only one…so far. I love fucking him so much. It is so fulfilling and I’m not sure why. I feel complete and I love knowing that I make him feel great too.
I have long brown hair and what I think to be very pretty blue eyes. Usually in the spring they change to green and go back to blue by fall. I have a nice face that I am very proud of and I take good care of. My breasts are a good size, as Brad tells me. He loves squeezing them and I have to admit that I love it too. But he always tells me that my ass is my best feature. I guess that’s a compliment.
“Brad, please, not yet…I don’t feel good about it now…” I whispered to him. He showed gently and pulled his finger out of my butt and put his hands on my waist.
“Ok, I’m sorry,” he leaned down and kissed my lips as I kissed him back. His cock was so hard in my hand that it was throbbing. I could feel its heat radiate through my palm and send shivers down my spine. I love holding a cock. It feels so naughty. Brad closed his eyes and leaned his head back as I moved my head under the blanket we were sharing. I heard him gasp as I slowly slipped his purple head into my mouth. The tip was salty in taste. Not bad at all. My tongue swirled around his head as my hand continued to jack him off. My right hand found its way to his balls, massaging them gently as I slipped more of him into my throat.
His hand rested on the back of my head, pushing my face onto him very gently. I loved it when he did this. I love having no control of what is done to me. He pushed my face down harder, sliding most of his hard dick into my mouth. My pussy was getting so wet. I needed it to be touched. I leaned my wait down onto the bed and began to gently hum against my bed, rubbing my pussy against it softly. The soft moans escaping my lips only sent vibrations into his cock, sending shivers through his body as he pushed me down harder onto his hardness. I never measured it, but now I can probably guess that it was around seven, maybe seven and a half inches. Whatever it was, it felt great as if slipped in and outof my throat.
I couldn’t hear what he said from under the blanket, but it sounded and felt like he was about to cum. I came myself against my bed, only causing me to grind against my bed harder and moan more onto his cock. He grabbed my head forcedly and pushed it all the way down. We’ve worked on my gag reflexes a lot, so I only gagged a little as I felt his entire length down my throat, spitting out his wonderful liquid. His cum hit the back of my throat. It felt so warm and sticky, but I couldn’t taste it well as it didn’t hit my tongue.
After swallowing every drop, I moved my mouth off of his hardness which slowly deflated. A long strand of cum strung its way from my lips to his head. I licked his head a couple times, trying to get it all. I came out from under the blanket and smiled lovingly at him. He kissed my lips and I kissed back. He never minded kissing me after he came in my mouth and I was happy about that. I loved cuddling with him and just kissing and talking.
“Thank you baby,” he whispered to me, kissing my lips again just as sweet as he always does. I smiled up at him and rubbed his cock gently as I felt it shrink in my hand. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes, nuzzling into my wonderful lover.
Brad and I have been together for two years and two months. We first had sex on our anniversary and it was incredible. He was so gentle and loving to me, making sure I was feeling the least amount of pain possible. We go on and off gentle and rough sex. Tonight was just a little rough, not as much as I usually like, but that’s fine.
Brad and I spent the next our kissing and cuddling, laughing silently with each other at stupid jokes and funny noises. His chest was so warm as I rested my head on top of it, feeling his heart beat gently inside him.
“Baby…” he whispered softly into my ear as he nibbled lightly on my ear lobe. A shiver ran down my spine as I closed my eyes.
“Yes Brad?” I asked softly, my fingers trailing over his chest, feeling the light amount of hair that had grown there.
“I’m going to go, ok?” He told me, kissing my neck now. I really didn’t want him to go, but I knew he had to. It was close to one in the morning. I nodded to him and let out a gentle gasp as he continued to kiss me, nibbling on my neck.
“I’m going to miss you Babe,” I told him, pulling away from him to give his lips a kiss. We held it for a while, melting into each other. Soon enough, he pulled out of it and got out of bed, pulling his clothes back on. He blew me a kiss and carefully went through my window, heading down to the ground and running home.
I sawed and closed my eyes, thinking about Brad and how I wished he was still in my bed, keeping me warm.
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