After that he never paid me again, but I still came running whenever he called. He liked to cum up my bare pussy and I always let him.There was this o...her guy who liked to tie me up and rough fuck me while I cried for him to stop. He was definitely one of my favourites. The more I struggled the harder he’d fuck me. And the more I cried the harder we both came.One guy I saw a handful of times used to meet me in a remote car park and bugger me without a condom. I’d bend over the bonnet of his. “Brian, that is pretty good sized.” She started to rub the top of my shaft, starting at the base and working her way to the head. Her hands were fairly small and didn't quite fit all the way around. It felt so good to have her hand stroking my cock, I started to dig my fingers into her ass. “Uh, Brian, that hurts a little.”“Oh, sorry, I was lost in what you are doing to me. I didn't realize it hurt.” “I don't mind it, but just not as hard. Speaking of hard,” said Nicole as she slid her hand out. Perhaps inevitably, they discovered that kissing in a far from platonic way was very enjoyable and the more they did it, the more other parts of their bodies were affected—although they were still unsure how to act upon these strange feelings. Both continued to grow and develop until, although still relatively young, their bodies had developed into those of sexually mature young adults and they explored and did everything but fully consummate their physical and emotional urges.And then one day. "Strip slut."Sharon looked at the three men, then at the gun, she realised her options where limited. She removed her university polo shirt, her pride and joy, then slowly unbuttoned her jeans sliding them down her slightly round, but long legs. She had always been self-concious when it came to her weight, despite people saying she was curvy rather than big."All of your fucking clothes," the man with the gun said, firing a shot into the air. Sharon reached around, shaking, tears streaming.