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Here it is, almost a year later, option B.

CW: anonymous sex, drunk sex, questionable consent.

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Spending a weekend letting strangers use my holes seemed like a great idea if it meant being able to pay my tuition. During sophomore year I had started stripping at a nearby club after all my scholarship applications had been rejected and I couldn’t afford my tuition, let alone food or rent. I had decided there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for money. Now that I was here, however, I found I couldn’t calm my nerves.

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Two weeks ago one of the girls in my sorority had gotten a new job she couldn’t stop bragging about. She said she was a “Pleasure Assistant” at the Tom Cat Nightclub—which was a suspicious as hell job description, but nobody could deny the money she was raking in. We were all crazy curious. At first she deflected when asked about what the job actually entailed, but after a few tequila shots she spilled—her new night gig was being a human flesh light. She said there was a back room where the club provided services way beyond what we thought it did.

I can’t lie, at first I was a little freaked. I mean, what kind of job even was that, being nothing but a hole for men to fuck? Surely it was illegal?

In short, yeah it was. But the Tom Cat wasn’t really known as a reputable business, even for a rundown night club. Word was it was mafia front (or was it mob?). But despite that I couldn’t get the idea of it out of my mind. When I asked her how much she was making, I was sold. I asked her to put me in touch with her boss.

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Now I was here, secured into a contraption my sorority sister called “the cumdump”. It was a false wall with evenly spaced holes and two knee-high pillars on either side. At first I couldn’t fathom what it was for, but then my… coworkers entered the room and showed me.

I wasn’t sure I was a fan of the whole being completely naked and locked in place thing. I took a few shaky breaths. The straps kept me secure against the padded bench I was laying on and the false wall hugged me snugly around my waist, but neither impeded my breathing. There were walls on either side of me, but I could still hear my neighbors moaning and whining. Distantly, I think I heard one screaming. Over it all was the heavy thump of the bass, the club still raging beyond the back room. Every minute I lay there, gripping the bench with my legs spread wide and nothing to distract me, the beat seemed to invade my head.

I wasn’t sure how long I waited for something to happen. Not too long I think, but long enough that the first brush of a hand against my hip made me yelp. There was a chuckle, then two firm hands gripped my hips, rubbing at the soft skin there. Whoever was behind me spread my ass cheeks, and just the feel of my sticky pussy lips being peeled apart sent a tremor through my tense body.

They didn’t waste any time, and I’m sure any thought of my comfort never entered their head. I could tell they were drunk by the way they kept losing balance and shuffling their feet, breath heavy and uneven. The tip of their cock pressed past my inner labia and into my unstretched hole with one sloppy thrust and I couldn’t help the throaty whine that left me. It almost went unheard over my customer’s loud moan. Another thrust, another moan.

Their cock felt like a fucking battering ram forcing my pussy to stretch around it. I took deep breaths, trying to relax my muscles and ease the tight tension that kept my hands in fists around the edge of the bench. It was hard to breath though, when every too-hard-thrust forced a breathy moan out of my lungs. I was so glad I had the foresight to apply lube.

They stumbled again, pressing a good inch deeper inside my cunt. The angle changed and I heard their body thump against the wall as they likely leaned on it. When they next thrust stars flew across my vision and I moaned as they began to fuck me in earnest. They never pulled too far out, staying deep with short and fast movements. Each time their cock head slammed into my cervix, radiating discomfort and pleasure in equal measures.

The girth of them brought me almost to my breaking point. Their hips slammed into my ass with drunken enthusiasm for my slick hole. Every slide in and out forced my tight tunnel to stretch out more than I was comfortable with and I was (embarrassingly) loud about it, yells and moans leaving me without my choice.

With a gusty sigh I pressed my forehead into the bench and forced my muscles to relax into the rocking motion. As I uncurled my back and let go of the tension in my thighs their cock pressed deeper and deeper into me, rearranging my guts. They grunted and groaned above me, their voice echoing through the wood of the cumdump. As I relaxed I felt breathy moans and whimpers escape my lips, but I was helpless to stop them; my body and brain were solely centered around the cock slamming into my cervix with short, hard movements.

Their humping grew erratic, cock thrusting into me as deeply as possible in short, messy strokes. With a loud moan they gripped my hips and fucked against my cervix for a few short, firework-inducing strokes before cumming inside me.

They let their softening cock sit inside me as they catch their breath, hips still pressed tight to my ass. With the angle the cumpdump forces me into I can feel their thick semen draining into me. Then, with one last moan, they slide out of me with an embarrassingly wet sound. My breath comes shaky and I can feel my thighs trembling even though I didn’t cum. Within moments I’m alone again, waiting.

That wasn’t so bad, in all honesty. Fun, in the way that all sex is fun I supposed. I slowly uncurled my fingers from the edge of the bench. Then I feel hands on my hips and a clothed bulge bumping against my dripping pussy. They ground into me, the cold metal of the zipper pressing past my lower lips and giving me a jolt of arousal. With a sigh I relaxed my thighs and waited to go to work.

When you masturbate you’re wasting all the cum that should have been inside of me

Masturbation tip:

Use my mouth.

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"Look at you."

She was panting with excitement as she watched him take her in. His eyes roamed her body, and she could tell he was desperate to touch her. His hands rested on her rib cage, his thumbs on the underwire of her bra. Jordan opened her legs further, allowing him closer. His lips returned to her skin…”

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“Tipping her head back, she took in the ornate gold accents and frescos that filled the great expanse above. Her eyes closed when his lips found that spot just below her ear lobe, the heat of his mouth warming her. Surrounded by such beauty, she let herself breathe it in. Filling her chest, pricking her eyes as he devoured her.”

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I love hotels- I get to be a different version of myself for a little while

how bout u tend to ur unhealed trauma before u come at me like that

Let me reach out and touch you,

Caress the soft and warm humanity hidden deep inside.

The reminder of all the parts of you no one loved before.

The parts you have to keep locked away,

Afraid of the bruises that take root so easily, yet take so long to heal.

Let me hold this part of you.

Tender, Gentle, and Without End.

I was a healer.

I was gifted as a girl.

I laid hands upon the world.

Someone saw me sleeping, naked in the noon sun.

I heard witchcraft in the whispers, and I knew my time had come.

-The Highwomen

soul

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