“Beg to be my little white slut, beg me to fuck you like the little whore you are.”Kneeling on the dirty floor of his strip club in just a little ...ed thong, I began to beg my High School bully, the man who had taken advantage of me, to finally make me his whore.Within seconds, hands were all over me, exploring my body, and, to my amazement, I was thrilled. My pussy was soon dripping wet as I immediately warmed to the role of a whore. It wasn't long before I was gagging on their fat cocks as. I kiss his lips gently before he grabs my head and we start making out. I start to slowly pull back and unbutton the shirt which shows part of my breasts but i leave the shirt on. He pulls his shirt off, and i lay down pulling you down on tops of me. You take the shirt off of my shoulders and kiss the top of them. i unbutton my jeans, so he can slip them off, and he sees the thong i am wearing and smiles. He kisses down my stomach, every few seconds or so looking up at me. He pulls my thong. I’d heard many stories about her from Caroline. Some quite shocking ones at that!Caroline was very different to Karen. She was much quieter and measured in her responses and actions. Although, in Karen’s company she did seem more bold than usual.Of course, there were times when Caroline had surprised me, as you will know if you have read my first story!I was home from work early that day because the toilet flush had stopped working and Caroline had asked me to come home to fix it. Plumbing. Cockburn. Iwas immediately subject to the laws of feminine motion (A booby in motionrubs on any fabric, a nipple in friction becomes erect, an erect nippletransmits arousal sensations to all parts of the body, and arousedvaginas secrete lubricant.) So I presented quite a sight when I reenteredas Martina, large erect nipples poking the thin knit blouse, and aswollen moistened crotch leaking fluid onto my thighs. We only keep metalfolding chairs in our dockside office so when I sat, I plopped my.