Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade76.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= Portrait Of A Stripper
The following is based on conversations with Vicki. I have no
reason to doubt the veracity of her story and have tried to represent
it accurately here for your enjoyment. While the words are mine, the
deeds were Vicki's. Enjoy.
I've fucked hundreds of guys. Other women have fucked more guys
than me, I'm sure, but I bet none of them enjoyed it any more than me
when they did. I love and crave cum.
I don't know exactly when I started having these "different"
desires. I use the word different, because I don't like to say I'm
not normal or that my desires aren't normal, even though I know that
those of us who have them are in the minority when it comes to women.
I was a pretty average teenager, I think. I've always had nice legs
and have been pretty attractive all along, but it wasn't until I had
breast enhancement surgery (a boob job) that men really started coming
on to me big time. I wear a 36C or D depending on the bra now and my
nipples are very, very sensitive.
I've never dated anyone that I didn't fuck at least once. I lost
my cherry when I was 13 to a guy who lived on my street. He was 19.
I also learned how to suck cock from him. I guess I owe him alot.
It was just after my high school graduation that I was turned
into a real slut. I had just moved to a city a couple of hundred
miles from home to attend college and had gone to a bar with a couple
of new girlfriends. They seldom checked id's at that bar as long as
you were with a group of girls and I looked older than my age anyway.
Both of the girls I went with got hooked up with guys pretty quickly
and wound up going out to their cars to fuck them, leaving me in the
bar alone. I was feeling kind of left out when a good looking older
man approached me and started talking to me. He had quite a way with
words and pretty soon I was walking out to his car with him.
I thought we would just neck in the parking lot, but he started
the car and drove to a park not far from the college. I still wasn't
worried, particularly, even though I didn't know the man at all. He
seemed like a nice enough guy.
Once he stopped the car and turned the engine off he was all
hands. It was as if nothing could happen fast enough for him. I got
kinda scared and got out of the car and he chased me down in the park
and raped me there in the dark, ripping my clothes off and fucking me
very roughly. I'd never been with anyone so forceful before, and
while I struggled and tried with all my might to resist him, he
overpowered me, slapping me whenever I tried to call out for help.
Once he put his dick into me I gave in and just let him do it to
me. He was very large and at first I lay still trying to keep him
from hitting the back of my pussy when he fucked his long big dick
into me. But before I knew it I found myself coming, with no warning
at all! He laughed when he saw I was coming and kept fucking me until
I had come two more times before he spilled his load into me.
I know its very slutty to admit that I came three times while
being raped, but its the truth. I've never been the same since. When
he was done with me he left me there in the park, and after I had a
chance to pull myself together I walked back to the school in the
dark. It was very late by that time, and I managed to clean myself up
without anyone knowing what had happened to me.
I lay there in the bed that night, crying and trying to decide
what I should do. I was very embarrassed to have been raped almost my
first night at the college and really didn't know anyone well enough
to tell them about it. The more I thought about it though the more I
realized that while I hadn't willingly let him fuck me that I had
never enjoyed being fucked anymore than I enjoyed him fucking me so
roughly. I had certainly never come three times in one fuck before.
By the next morning I felt okay about just keeping it a secret and it
was months before I told anyone about it. I never saw that man again.
I suppose it was seeing the other girls in the dorm that made me
become disatisfied with my breasts. The ones with the big tits seemed
to be having all the fun, and while I dated some I never seemed to
attract the hunks like they did. One of the girls, a very petite
little blonde named Janet, told me about having her breasts worked on
and how her social life had changed after she had done it. I started
saving the money that I made while working in the cafeteria and made
plans to have the same surgery done to my tits as soon as possible.
While I was saving my money Janet introduced me to some
fraternity guys who would fuck anything that walked whether they had
tits or not. I learned that I could be the life of the party even
with little tits and was soon having a great time letting myself go
and being a real slut at all their parties.
I had always been a pretty good dancer, and the guys seemed to
like to watch me dance. It was just a matter of time before I was
dancing in front of all of them and taking off my clothes for them as
well. As long as I had a couple of drinks or a joint or two I would
do almost anything. It seemed like the more sluttish I behaved the
more sluttish I wanted to behave and the more it turned me on.
One night when I stripped for them someone started chanting,
"slut, slut, slut, slut" as I did the old bump and grind there on the
table. Pretty soon everyone in the room was joining in the chant, and
it made me hotter than I had been since the rape! I started touching
myself openly there as they chanted, sliding first one finger and then
two fingers into my hole. The guys started coming up closer so they
could see better and reaching out to touch my legs and breasts as I
fingered myself hotly in front of them.
"Watch the little tramp go!", one of them shouted. "Fuck those
fingers, baby, fuck 'em good!", another yelled. "You ARE a slut,
Vicki, you know you are! Tell us! Tell us all what a slut you are!",
another demanded as he pulled my fingers out of my cunt and stuck his
own deep inside me.
My head rolled back with passion as I felt my knees weakening.
He repeated his demand as another man stuck a finger up my rear.
"Tell us exactly what you are, Vicki!...Tell us good and loud!"
"I'm a slut!", I said, blushing deeply, but hunching the finger
fucker's fingers like I had never had anything inside me before.
"Louder, you little whore!...Louder!!", he demanded again.
I shouted it out this time, feeling myself nearing orgasm. "I'M
A SLUT!! A SLUT!! A DIRTY LITTLE STRIPPING SLUT!!!", I yelled.
Everyone cheered loudly, applauding their naked little finger
humping slut. The guy that had demanded I admit my sluttishness took
his fingers out of me just as I was about to come! He pushed me down
onto the table, my head hanging off one end and spread my legs open,
taking his dick out of his pants and kneeling between my legs.
Someone poured a drink into my mouth. It was strong and burned
my throat going down, but I soon forgot about it as the guy between my
legs began fucking his dick in and out of me to the delight of the
rest of the fraternity. I was in heaven! Before long another frat
brother was sliding his hard fuck meat into my mouth and pumping into
me with abandon.
Three more guys pumped their fuck into me before they stopped
long enough to give me a breather. They continued to play with me
while I caught my breath, talking ever dirtier to me and teasing me
about needing cum so much. I teased right back and admitted
everything they tried to get me to admit. They kept handing me drinks
as they stood around me calling me dirty names and playing roughly
with any part of my body they wanted to, and finally one guy commented
about my thirst.
"You sure can hold your liquor, Vicki, and you seem to be able to
hold lots of cum too!", he laughed.
A big guy who played on the football team walked up and holding
an empty beer mug in front of him took his cock out and began pissing
into it. "I'll fix you something to drink, Vicki!", he said in his
deep voice. The other guys hooted loudly and before long they were
passing the mug around filling it to the brim with warm yellow piss.
I was too drunk and too turned on to care.
When they handed the mug to me I smiled broadly at them and
lifted the glass to my lips and began drinking. I drank as much as
possible the first time, trying to get it all down at once, but there
was just too much! I lowered the mug and licked my lips sexily and
then downed the rest of the mug to the delight of the guys. Emptying
the glass brought on another round of fucking, and when the night was
over I had fucked ten different guys. I'll never forget that night.
From that point on I was the darling of that fraternity and began
getting screwed at least 15 or 20 times a week. I loved it, and
became more more and more acclimated to the taste of cum to the point
that I really began to need it in my mouth.
Some of the guys took me to a dirty book store one night, one
that had live booths where the girls would play with themselves and
even suck off the men that watched them. They kidded me, saying that
I should take a job in the store, and before I knew it I was talking
to the man working at the counter about that very thing. The money I
made there helped me to get my boob job much more quickly, and while I
counted them for a while I finally lost track of the cocks that I
sucked while I worked there.
Finally I saved up enough to get the surgery on my breasts, and
after that I sort of lost interest in the fraternity house and spent
more and more time dating older men and working at the book store.
Before long the man who owned the book store was asking me if I'd
consider dancing at a bar he owned. It paid much better than the book
store job, and while I did them both for a while it wasn't long before
I gave up the book store job and became a regular dancer at the bar.
We often had wet t-shirt contests, and with my new boobs I was a
favorite. Things got pretty hot lots of times and I never lacked for
guys to fuck and suck. One night when things were really going well
the guys jerked off into a glass while I was dancing and I drank it
all down as they cheered.
I think my favorite time as a stripper was one night when we were
to have a wet t-shirt contest and I was the only girl that showed up.
There was around fifteen guys there and they were getting really upset
that there weren't more girls for the contest. The boss told me he
would give me $500 if I would keep them from tearing the place apart.
I had on a wet nighty, a black leather mini-skirt, stockings, garter
belt and heels and danced in front of the guys as they wet me down.
Soon the skirt was gone and I was pulling the crotch of it up inside
me, moving along the front of the stage so they could see me. Several
of them began fingering me and I got really hot being the sole
performer for all those randy men.
I danced over to the boss and told him to lower the shade and put
the closed sign out and lay back on the stage, humping my hips up into
the air. Before long the guys were joining me on the stage fucking me
and when the night was done I had taken 21 loads of cum.
When Aids got to be such a big deal I quit stripping, but I've
never lost my craving for hot white cum. I discovered that married
men are always horny and are quick and easy to fuck, so I pick them up
in bars and take them out to their cars for quickies pretty
regularly. It seldom takes me longer than an hour to pick up a guy
who will fuck me after I get in the bar.
Nothing turns me on like using my little cunt to get what I want
in life, and there isn't much that I want more than a nice load of hot
cum from a nice thick cock. I'm a secretary now and in addition to
fucking my boss and some of his friends I still do the bar routine at
times just for the fun of it. With my plastic tits and my hungry
mouth and cunt I can get just about any job I want, so I never worry
about losing my job. My current boss fucked me during my interview
with him, sitting me on his desk and sliding my dress up and sticking
it to me.
I hope you've enjoyed my story. Maybe you'll be in a bar some
night and a girl with really nice tits will sit down beside you and
put your hand high on her stockinged leg. Maybe it will be me.
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