I said I wasn’t a slut, and that was true. But tonight was different. Whatever had taken over my senses, I really didn’t care. I wanted sex and I ...as getting my fill. I had the rest of my life to be the pathetic workaholic I’d become. I was that girl day in and day out. Tonight, I was getting my brains fucked out. And if it took two guys to get there, so be it. I could barely hear the guy behind me, his hips slapping against my ass while he pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. God, it felt. It didn't have to be perfect to be okay, especially if the "I want to kiss you" feeling came from me. I wanted to do a lot more than kiss today, but my feelings at that particular moment were just about getting him to stop talking so I could get my mouth on his. Even though we had had sex several times, we didn't talk about it much. He brought out a different side of my personality, because, you know, if you read this far, that when I start talking about THAT, I can go on and on. But not with. One night during Ted's jacking sessions, Susan finally had her own urges that needed to be satisfied. She was thirteen and in junior high at the time, and when she took a hot bath and violated herself (to avoid the same pain when she loses her virginity to a male) she began writing about her sexual urges in her diary.It only took a few days for Susan's mom to understand that her daughter was going through menarche, and with that, she would become fertile and need "the talk". Her mom scheduled. He's had a long stressful day at work and has no intention of having to work for his release. Tonight it's my job to please him. I walk into my masters room, completely naked of course. My body after all is his to play with and should be easily accessible at all times.I drop to my knees in front of my master and gaze longingly at the bulge in his trousers. I undo the belt of his trousers and pull down on them, dragging his boxers in the process, setting his cock free. I lick and bite my lips,.