My name is Kylie and I'm going to share a secret with you. Don't try to understand me, just follow my sexy story.
I don't know why I'm like I am but it's me so just accept me. I know so many people will think I'm a perverted slut but that's just because what I do is so diametrically opposed to their view of what a woman should be like. Why should they tell me what I should be able to do?
Yesterday, you need to know about yesterday, it's when things changed. It was the day I'd been waiting for, and honestly, it was exactly as I wanted it to be. I controlled exactly how I was going to be taken and I was forced to do so many things that I could never do unless I was forced to do them.
So becoming 21 yesterday meant I came into my inheritance. Now I'm exactly the type of person as so many people dream about being - I'm a rich spoilt young horny woman. That means I'm self centred and as you'd expect I'm very fussy about how I want to be satisfied. Life is just too short to waste time on boring kissing and cuddling when I can just have a man force me to do lots of filthy dirty disgusting perverted acts. I've never swallowed that 'good girl' bullshit. Who's got a right to tell me how I should act?
When my PA, whose name is Helen, asked me how I wanted to celebrate turning 21 I passed her the sheet of paper that lay out my instructions. She found the two men that fitted my description and she contacted them, and got them to agree to what I wanted. I had already organised for my lawyer to draw a contract that would give me what I wanted and would make sure these men didn't suffer the indignity of any criminal charges for what they were about to do for me.
And for those of you reading this and thinking what a fat horrible bitch I must be to need to be like this, well, you're just completely wrong. Last time I walked the red carpet at the Oscars ceremony I was voted on their facebook page as the sexiest young woman who attended. What would you expect? I expected that, after all the designer dress of sheer silk showed a lot more than many others dared expose.
So many boring prudish women controlled by the sexually conservative media. Most commentators agreed that they could see my nipples clearly through the dress and all their arguments about whether I had shaved all my body hair made me laugh.
So many drooling men and women, so many offers of fun afterwards, but nothing too delightful to entice a pervert like me. Little do they know what kind of fun I'm really into those boring twisted inhibited people who don't like my free and easy attitude.
So what happened yesterday? Well it all started about 6am which was only a little earlier than I'd expected. I hadn't really slept all that well. Thinking about what was going to happen meant I'd fantasised and masturbated when I got into bed the night before, but I was too excited to go to sleep; even after I'd had the most mind blowing orgasm from imagining what was going to happen to me.
I had not been able to resist playing with myself. Once in bed I had brought my right hand between my legs and absently began to rub the soft slit of my already gushing pussy. Next I separated my pussy lips with my fingers, exploring my intimate parts.
I then reached under my pillow and grabbed my favourite vibrator called George. Using George I slid him down across my tummy until I found my pussy's entrance, and then I gently pushed him deep inside me. Certainly I had not been expecting to feel him slide in so easily but given how moist I was I guess I found my pussy like a gaping hole that night. I began to roughly spear myself using George; to drive him deep inside my pussy.
There was no pain, and my juicy pussy meant George found no distinct level of resistance and tightness. I brought the finger of my left hand to my clit, and began to gently rub around it. If you're a woman you'll know I began to feel that familiar warmth deep in my belly, and the muscles of my pussy began throbbing rhythmically.
I couldn't stop myself, so I circled my finger directly around my taunt clit, and released a soft gasp at the satisfying feeling it produced. My pussy began throbbing more insistently, clenching at George with lustful passion, and because I was so horny I quickly felt my orgasm fill my mind as George vibrated inside my pussy while I strummed my clit with my finger. It was satisfying but a part of me craved to be filled with something else. Something silky smooth and hard, that's what I want inside me, spurting and pulsating into me.
So at about 6am when I was in that half sleep and half awake state, I heard the window opening. I knew something was happening so I opened my eyes and saw the first man coming through my open window. I watched him turn to someone who was obviously behind him. Later I was to discover that this first man's name was Doug.
Doug looked like he'd spent most of his waking life in a gym. He glowed fit and healthy. Wow, he must be in his early 30s; what a hunk! His short blond hair had me already transfixed was lustful anticipation.
"Come on Steve, don't take all bloody day mate, this isn't a game. Get in here quickly and help me tie her up," I heard Doug say to the man behind him.
"Come over here and grab her, and hold her down," I heard Doug say to Steve."
"Why are you guys here?" I stupidly asked.
Doug cocked his head towards me and lifted an eyebrow in the mode of a facial query that reflected back the absurdity of my question.
"Like you don't know hottie. We're here to have lots of fun with you," Doug laughed.
I looked around wildly and thought about whether I could make it out the door before they could grab me.
"Kylie, don't you dare move or you'll just make it worse for yourself," said Doug.
"How do you know my name," I asked.
"Another silly question, Kylie please no more questions," instructed Doug.
Then he gestured by making a fist and hitting his fist into his hand. It was such a hard smack as his fist smashed into his hand.
"Remember if you don't do as I tell you, you're going to regret it," threatened Doug.
I thought to myself, the last thing I want is his fist landing somewhere on my body. I didn't like pain and the thought of being hit was enough to make me as compliant as they wanted.
"Okay, I'll do as you ask, just be nice and don't hurt me," I pleaded.
Doug moved towards the end of my bed. I lay there just watching them take control of me and my bedroom.
"Get on her now," Doug yelled at Steve.