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Weird, kinky, not the name of this story but damn sure the content. I am 34 soon to file for divorce, but this decision took a while. I got married at 30 to a sex freak, a deviant so what? I sort of think I was his female equal.



I had worked in a tavern, the Squire Lounge. I was a very flirty bartender. My great tipper male customers had no doubt I was a slut, it was simply a matter of how much, if they blew my hair back and just how willing they were to grease my palm. Now a street walker, hooker, or brothel bitch not my style. For one regardless of painted glamour that fucking life is dangerous, and would never pay enough to serve some jungle monkey pimp or be murdered by a serial killer.



It was Halloween or better the night of anonymous fucking. All hollows eve is a damn good night for more than one kind of tip, let’s call it action. Guy late thirties come in, orders a gin and tonic. I am dressed a cross between Elvira and Madonna in the virgin tour. He can’t compliment my get-up enough or my sexy looks leaving me a $20 tip with each drink he orders. Fucking guzzler, I got a $140 and he is not ready for 86 or to be asked for his keys.



The misery begins, realizing I was not just an occasional slut rather, a fucking cum dump whore. What time do I get off? Want to go to a party?

How’d you like to make $750 before the sun comes up. Shit it was already 1:50am. I’m a big girl, this party? Very likely my mouth and other holes would wind up in use, but for the damn near $1,000 this guy had tossed my way, fuck me, my hole had been used before for free and not even a kiss my ass as the door closed. Today I keep seeing about the Ditty freak offs. This could have been a Ditty party, Ditty would have liked.



The house in an unincorporated area of town sat alone surrounded by old junk cars on one side and a vacant lot on the other. Dilapidated piece of shit look like the Munsters lived there. We knocked on the fortified front door and yet had to enter from the back. I had walked into Halloween some in costume many nude orgy. Everyone was fucking everyone. Gay, Lesbian and heterosexual fucking. Lots of oil, little bottles of “Rush/Locker Room” were all over the floors, everybody sniffing like it was fine Paris perfume. Sex toy galore, dollar a dildo and I would have made bank. I get slipped MDMA or Molly and who knows? Soon I am in a bedroom one guy after the other fucking me, slimy French whore house perfumed lesbians eating my pussy and Frenching my tongues half way down my throat. Russel the guy that brought me took me upstairs around 5:00 am eating my sperm filled cunt, rimming my ass and asking me how man cocks had cum inside me? Actually, I was scared to think about how many. As he was fucking me, he was out of his head excited, telling me the more cum in my cunt from strangers made him so high it was like another planet. I had hooked up with a cuckold of another color.



Dawn was breaking when we left. Being used a sperm bag had netted me $890 tax free dollars. I can’t lie, it was pretty kinky but exciting and with the Molly it felt amazing. I only worried about if, I caught any STD’s, or a case of the crabs.



Stopping at I-Hop Russ admitted he was addicted to, if not these parties, to. That kind of sex a few times a week, but he needed a woman he could feel possessive of and jealous to really top off the night’s conclusion. Russel was in reality offering me a job. He was clear, $1,000 per party and he’d make my rent pr mortgage payments, automobile payments, if I had any. Car and rent, $1,450 another $500 for miscellaneous expenses? ----4 parties a month? Holy shit, I could be making around $65k a year! With tips the Bar gig at best was paying $35k leaving me a pot to piss in. As much, at least for a time I would probably disgust myself, I’ll take that gig increase my drug use and drinking to deal with whatever bad feeling this whoosh cum dump life brought.



About 6 months later after 30-40 cum dripping fuck all’s Russel proposed to me. Girlfriend ask how do you even get horny? Truth was, Russel had not only Molly but other shit that collapsed inhibitions and enhanced orgasms and the who turn on. It wa like the old myth of Spanish Fly, but whatever it would make the Pope want to fuck. Whatever the hell it was, it had not only addicted me, I was on the verge of being horny 24/7. Anyway, the party Munster’s fuck house had caught fire and burnt down. Therefore, there was no another location yet found to do this shit with the music and people carrying on like banshees.



Russ was “Jonesing” for some cum filled cunt, mine but to be filled by strangers in some weird, kinky obscure place, where I volunteered to be a sex toy. Russ would say, Baby Slut go out get fucked and bring daddy a cunt full of fresh cream pie. Fucking wacked! He would baby talk and act like a mentally ill child when he begged me to do just that. I mentioned it to Gail my slut buddy. She recommended, to to an adult book store, get in a glory hole preview booth and invite strangers in to get head, suck them off, let them fuck you in the ass or pussy. Then, take the mess home to Russel and tell him, he’ll go out of his kinky mind with passion. Gret idea I thought. There were 4 great adults book stores, I would alternate attendance not to raise suspicion of prostitution.



Taking mouthfuls of cum through the glory hole, but many would acknowledge my invite. It turned me on the way they would grope and feel and finger me, many would eat me totally unfamiliar with the last guy who came inside me. Great, so I thought, perhaps you think. Not so! One night while getting my cunt prepared for Russel’s creampie dinner and sloppy seconds, three black men punched me, gagged me, and hustled me out to the rear parking lot. They took me to some ghetto projects and not just them but several of their homeboys used my body, my holes for dumping for 3 days until they dumped me in the rail yards near a river. Beat and fucked so sore I could hardly move. I reported it to the police, and told detectives everything, all about me, drugs, fantasies, fetishes and my part in it. No charges could be filed, no evidence, my being a whore was not evidence, Russell marrying a whore for sex no a crime. But it is working out splendidly for the settlement I will be getting in the divorce And yes. I like being a whore, I will be a more careful one.

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