And so I went from high school jock not really thinking about girls that much and exercising rather amazing self-discipline before calling on the Palm...Sisters to an aimless college guy with way too much time on his hands in a sea of unbelievably good looking babes on a Big Ten campus but with nothing but strikeouts every time I tried to score. The frustration kept building. You know what that meant. But I do my best to resist those urges trying to maintain the self-discipline I had taught. "I've just been -" Cut the crap. We really need to talk. Roger, go stretch your legs."There was no doubt about my authority. He got up quickly and mumbled, "I'm going to take a walk. I'll be back later."He scurried out of the room like he was afraid of police brutality.I closed the door behind him."How did you get him to let you in?" Except for you, there are two kinds of guys. One type stares at me and, even though they know I can see them, they just can't help themselves, they have to. It's yours, all yours, treat me like the slut that I am.''You think I won't, you little whore?' he said, grabbing her chin 'now open wide.'He stepped in front of her, took a hold of the back of the chair and began roughly fucking her face. Hayley began squirming wildly as he pounded her mouth, showing no mercy while calling her his 'little fuck slut'.Hayley felt her body being held down and someone shoving fingers up her pussy and licking her clit, making her even wetter than before. She arched. A man in the parking lot heard me scream and wanted to check that everything was ok. John told them he was just breaking in a new slut while putting on a show. He invited the stranger in to see. He came in and stared at me as cum was pouring out of my ass. Then someone commented that John should have him fuck me. John offered me to the man and within seconds this strange man's cock was inside me. I hadn't even seen the man's face or knew his name and he was fucking me for all the internet to.