Once again, my son is out, and I am home alone. Smoking a little weed always made me feel very sexual, and this time was no different. Being a little stoned, I began thinking about a fantasy I have had for a long time now. I would love two men, to use me like a whore. Looks, age, (legal of course), and race are completely unimportant. As long as they make me feel used, and like a slut I don't care about anything else. Of course I have many scenarios, in which I get used, and all of them very HOT! The following story is of just one of my many slutty fantasies.
I walked into the bar not wanting to talk with anyone, and just get a beer and go. As I walked through the door, I was pleased that it wasn't crowded at all. Just a couple of old guys at the bar, and all the booths empty. What a relief I thought to myself. I noticed the two old guys turned as I walked in and they looked at me like a I was a piece of meat, and nothing more. Trying to figure out why my pussy was beginning to feel moist, I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. These two perverts were looking me up and down as I stood there getting my beer. They licked their lips as they leered at my ass, and tits, and I was getting excited. I stand about 5 feet 2 inches tall, and I weigh about 230 lbs., have long brown hair, and 40D tits, that felt eyes burning into them. I paid for my beer and went to the back to sit at a table, feeling like a filthy slut since my pussy was soaked by their stares.
Almost done with my beer, one of the old men came over with a fresh one, and offered it to me. Since I don't drink much, the one beer made me a bit mellow. I took the beer and asked if he would like to sit down, which he did even before I finished asking, but instead of sitting across from me, he slid in next to me. Now I was thinking that maybe I should not have chosen the darkest table possible, we could barely see each other. I felt his hand on my tit, and I pushed him away, asking him to please just leave me alone. He ignored me and began to squeeze me hard, and rough telling me he knew what I needed. Still trying to push him off though not as forceful now, I felt his hand go down my body, and he began rubbing my cunt from outside my pants, as he continued his verbal abuse in my ear. I don't know if it was the beer, or that he was right and I was a whore for cock, but I stopped fighting him, and spread my legs further.
"Oh yes you fucking whore, spread those legs for me."
"Oh yes, use me." I said.
"You're nothing more than a dirty piece of fuck meat for cock!"
I was almost screaming now, "Oh yes, just a whore for cock!!"
