As I sit in my car, parked on the street, outside of the house I moved into as a newlywed all those years ago, I kept looking at the familiar faded paint and rusty railing. I turned the DVD in my lap over and over. Through the clear jewel case I could see the words Theresa Takes Twenty written in black marker. I can't believe that on that silver disk is a movie of me being fucked like a rag doll by twenty black men.
How did it come to this? This is what I wanted. I wanted to make this movie and slip it into the mailbox of the house where my ex-husband still lived. But I still couldn't believe how quickly I fell from being a bored housewife to being a movie slut. It didn't start right away, but once I took that first step I never looked back.
Hello. My name is Theresa, and sometimes I get myself into trouble. What I am about to tell you isn't the first time I got into trouble. But this was the decisive time, the time where I couldn't ever go back.
I should tell you that I'm a tiny thirty-eight year old soon-to-be divorced blue eyed blonde. I only started getting myself into trouble after I woke up one morning and realized what a waste my life had been with my husband Mark. It seemed like I had been on pause for the last fifteen years. Call it a mid-life crisis, or whatever, but I wanted to get out in the world and live a little. I was still sexy. And although I wouldn't pass for twenty, I still felt like I could turn men on. It was Ed who confirmed that for me.
I met Ed shortly after I decided to divorce Mark. I was at a little cowboy bar with some girlfriends and I let him chat me up. That night we kissed a little in the back of his SUV. It didn't take long before we realized two things. First, that Ed and I really liked fucking each other. Second, that Ed and I didn't really like doing anything else with each other. This was perfect. I wasn't looking for husband number two.
Even though I wasn't living with Mark anymore, Ed and I always snuck around to get together. We would often meet before work at a McDonald's and fuck in the back of his SUV. As things progressed Ed became a little more demanding. He was a big guy—6'4 and big all over. He liked to call me a dirty slut and slap my face with his fat cock. I was his whore, his little piece of carpet. And you know what? I fucking loved it.
These McDonald's adventures were a way for me to make up for all the time that I wasted with my husband Mark. Ed and I kept pushing the limits---a little bit further each time we would meet. Once or twice I got some angry stares as I stepped out of from the fogged up windows of the SU. I'm sure people heard us. Ed would lay into me pretty good and I loved his verbal abuse.
On this particular occasion it all started out harmlessly enough—Ed and I had just finished another one of our McDonald's sessions. Lately he had been in the habit of making dress like a slut. Sometimes he would make me go in and order breakfast with his cum all over my face. I get wet just thinking about it.
Anyway, this time I upped the ante. After fucking me like a dog Ed had pulled out, flipped me over, grabbed me by the back of my head and jacked off all over my face, neck and breasts. I could feel my skin tighten as the spunk dried on me. After cleaning him off Ed ordered me to get breakfast and to let the boys at the counter see the cum on my face.
I decided to let them see more than that. I was still pulsing from my orgasms. I put on my blouse, but instead of buttoning it, I tied it together. Anyone within five feet could see my small pert breasts and my dark, swollen nipples. Maybe they could also see the cum—but who really knows with dried cum?
I got out of Ed's SUV, pulled on my jeans without any panties and slipped into my sandals. At the last minute I chickened out a little bit and put on my sunglasses. With that, my cum-covered breasts and I walked right into McDonald's. Thank good it was early on a weekday!
My heart was pounding as I pushed open the door. There were two people ahead of me and I could see the boy at the counter do a double take as I walked in. I had to fight to keep my hands down. My blouse loosely covered my breasts, but the material stood away from my chest because of the way it was knotted. My nipples were a couple inches away from my blouse and the knot was just above my belly button. I felt like a slut.
My pussy was wet and slick and I could feel my engorged lips push against the unfamiliar roughness of my jeans. I rocked my hips back and forth as I waited. I was trying to rub my clit with my jeans. My hands were in my back pockets. I was shining. I was hot. I bit my lower lip and looked up to stare into the eyes of the boy at the counter. He looked at me expectantly.
"Ummm, are you ready to order Miss?" the boy mumbled.
I was so excited I didn't notice that it was my turn to order. I took a deep breath and walked up to the counter. "Y-yes please." The boy wasn't the only one who was nervous.
