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I was shaking as my sopping wet pussy clenched down on the vibrator shoved inside of it. The bullet on my clit was bringing me to the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. Number seven, to be exact. My boyfriend’s big black cock was sliding in and out of my once tight little asshole.
My perky tits bounced every time he slammed into me.
This double penetration, double vibration was rocking my world. The vibes were buzzing away, driving my poor overstimulated clitty insane. I was begging, and pleading; Whether that was to cum again, or to make it all stop I wasn’t sure.
My cunt was running like a river, mixing with our sweat and his spit. He was using me, good and hard. Just like the little slut I was. He was re-arranging my organs when he suddenly came so hard in me, I came right along side him. His whole body was rocking as spurts of steaming cum shot deep into my asshole. I knew my little fuck hole would never shrink back up after his huge black cock had fucked me there.
I sighed a breath of relief as he pulled out, expecting a break. Instead, another big black dick slid inside my gaping ass as the men high-fived to tap out. I felt another orgasm building as this newcomer rocked my world. I blacked out from exhaustion before I ever came.
The sun beat down on me while they beat their cocks, staring at me. I was tied like a Scarecrow to the post, in the middle of the field; naked as the day I was born. Their hands were on me, pinching my pretty little nipples, and rubbing on my bald cunt.
I was getting wetter by the second. “We love ourselves a pretty farmer’s daughter.” One of them called out as he licked his way up and down my slit. I was moaning like the slut I am the second his tongue touched my little clitty.
They caressed my skin, sliding a finger or two in to me while someone was constantly lapping at my pussy, and teasing my nipples. Every time I’d get close to cumming, they’d stop; by the fifth time, I was begging them. Please, please. I needed to cum so badly, I’d give up anything.
“Your Daddy can pay us. Twenty thousand a piece, if you want to cum so badly. Is cumming worth sixty thousand dollars, you fucking whore?”
As they edged me for a sixth time, I decided it just might be. Though Daddy would be so damn ashamed of me; his baby girl, a begging like a slut
I’ve been wet all damn day. The type of wet where I’ve soaked my panties so much, they slip and side right between my pussy lips, and rub my poor little clit with every step I take. I’ve been walking all over the farm doing handiwork all day, and I swear I’ve a huge wet spot on my overalls. Do you even know how thick overall denim is? Yeah, baby. I’m that wet.
Why, you ask, is my cunt flowing like the Nile? We got some new fam hands, and I’ll be damned if they aren’t the sexiest little treats I ever did see. One is tall, with dark chest hair and a big, fit frame. I could snort lines off his pecs until I die, or choke on his cock until he cums down my throat. The next is slim, but muscular, and I know he fucks like a stallion. He’d bury his cock deep in my sweet Southern ass, and blow a fat load right up my hole. And then there’s my big, tall Black boy with dreads past his ass, and a tongue for days. I know he’d eat then fuck my cunny until I was squirting all over the place.
I don’t know how, but I need to get fucked, right now. I’m going to go into the barn where they’re baling hay, and give them a strip show up in the loft. Whoever gets there first can have me. Either way, I’m gonna get fucked real long and hard by these filthy country cocks.
My cunt was dripping as I rode his throbbing cock. He thrust into me, keeping time with my hips. I had been at the train station, just trying to catch the subway into town. My skirt was short, my top tight, and my pumps a perfectly slutty eight inches.
I was minding my own business when I felt a hand slide across my ass. This wasn’t an accidental brushing as someone walked by; no, this was deliberate. I looked over my shoulder to see who could possibly want my attention so badly.
“How much for half an hour, sweetheart?” He purred into my ear.
I almost slapped him; I wasn’t a hooker! No, Anabelle, but you are a slut; I thought to myself.
“$300.” I said, kidding and ready to escape his wandering hands. Those hands slapped three Ben Franklin’s into my hand, grabbed me by the hair, dragged me over to the benches, and bent me over.
He flipped my skirt up, tore my satin thong off, and slammed his fat black cock deep inside my tight cunt. He fucked me, harder than I’ve ever been fucked. Then, he pulled out; leaving me gaping, before seating himself on the bench, and pulling me down over top of him. I rode him, wet as water, as a whore. My train rolled up to the station just as he spilled his seed deep inside my pussy.
Shoving me off of him, he threw me on the train. The other passengers stared; I was humiliated, and somehow, even more horny.