Once over spring break, I toured the ruins of Pompeii. A handsome guide translated this graffiti on the wall in an ancient brothel. "ΞΟλα ΟΞΏΟ ΟΞΏαΏ¦ΟΟΞΉΟ. Mola the Fucktress." Of course I screwed the cute stud right there in the ruins. I bounced eagerly on his prick, realizing I too was a Fucktress.
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Last night's hook-up crawled out of my bed, pulled on his pants and stumbled out to the kitchen. Of course I couldn't remember his name. Slightly ashamed I poured him a hot cup of coffee. "Hey stud, I made you pancakes and pussy for breakfast." I slid over the plate of pancakes.
"Thanks Missy but where's the pussy?"
"Right here... hot, fresh and ready to pound." Dropping my panties I unzipped the guy, freeing his stiff prick. Straddling his lap I rubbed my panty-clad pussy against his stiff shaft.
The guy fingered my twat. "You're so wet."
"I'm always wet. Now hurry up and screw me! Do your job!" I squirmed when his thick cock slammed into my fuck-hole. It hurt--but it hurt good. Lifting my top I buried his face in my squishy boobs. His big hands squeezed my tits as his fat dick pumped my cunt.
Like a slut I was again fucking some stranger from the bar.
Filled with self-loathing, I humped up and down, grinding my nympho clit against his rigid cock. "Oh yes...that's the spot." His prick took over and screwed me hard. Having the skills of a Fucktress I held back my orgasm until he was on the brink.
I hissed in his ear. "That's it dude, make me cum." He grabbed my waist, thrusting deep into my burning cunt and exploded, spewing out jets of thick cum as I climaxed. My enraged pussy convulsed around his throbbing shaft...
I dismounted, wiping my dripping twat with a paper towel. "Thanks Studly. Now you have to leave out the back door. I can't have the neighbors see you."
He squeezed my tit. "Can I call you sometime, Lola?"
"Who the fuck is Lola?"
"You are."
"Oh sure, that's right. And no you can't call me. Dude you have to leave. NOW. I have another 'friend' coming over for a lunch-fuck."
I watched the guy leave as lines of cum ran down my leg. Feeling like a filthy slut I waddled to the bathroom to wash out my well-fucked hole. Freshening my pussy with cherry-cunt spray, then I slipped on a see-thru sundress.
Everyone has their addictions. I was a cock addict...and I loved every inch. Literally.
My next 'friend' was Max, the twenty-year-old paper boy. I still got the newspaper delivered the old-fashioned way. Of course all I cared about was getting screwed the old-fashioned way...by a young, stiff-as-sin stud.
But as I'm banging Max on the front porch, Pete the pool guy drives up for my weekly service.
My pool and fuck service
. "Oh sorry Ma'am...I didn't know you were um...busy. I'll come back later."
"Nonsense. I've got two-holes--No waiting. Whip out your pole." I laughed. "Pool guys always have long poles!" Hugging Max I rolled sideways, wiggling my rump. Pete spread my butt-cheeks and slammed in his long dick. "OUCH! Dammit be nice to my asshole!"
The two guys fucked my pussy and ass, dueling dicks inside my guts, trying to split me apart...I loved it!"
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