”“After my first few dates with Jimmy, his friends Tommy, Mike and Larry began asking me out. It was obvious that Jimmy told them that I was an ea...y fuck, and he is right. I can’t seem to get enough cock and cum. It even got to the point that two or three of them were taking me out at the same time, and I was fucking each of them two or more times." And the more I fucked them the ruder they became. They treat me like a whore and call me their ‘little Latina cum dump’. I don’t know how to. I usually don?t push that hard with a newbie but you clearly can take it and want it.??thank you sir. I admit that it has been pushing my limits all day but I didn?t want to use the safe word. That last punishment was really hard.??Yes it was. I thought you may not handle it but you really did fine. Drink some more water. You?ve been sweating and straining a lot and need to keep up hydration. ?He held up a bottle of water with a straw and I gulped it down. I was thirstier than I. I felt that I could tell her my deepest fantasy, which was always part of me, since I first came into consciousness.I wanted to be a girl. At least, some of the time.I had wished this, ever since I was young. I had stolen and worn my sister's clothes. I read their books and their magazines. I played with their dolls, and put on their makeup. When I was on my own, I would end up with a collection of women's clothes, only to throw them all away in shame. But six months later, after I swore I had. “That’s different. You’re dressing like a girl. What’s changed?”My cheeks went crimson as I faced Clint’s older sister. My older half-sister. Zoey was taller than me, her hair brassy and curly, falling about her face. We looked similar—not shocking considering our mothers were sisters and we had the same father—but she had a more ... predatory cast to her looks, a hungry beauty like a vixen on a prowl. And she had the body for it. Like Aunt Cheryl, Zoey was stacked, her belly shirt stretch taut.