My Steamy Story: on a street corner where many whores sel...

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Ugh, okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on this dumpster fire of a night. No cap, my stomach was literally sloshing from like, thirty-plus loads already, and my throat felt like I’d gargled glass. I was leaning on this brick wall, my cheap pink latex riding up my ass, feeling every single one of those 300+ men judging me from the ghost of cum past. My hair was a sticky, crusty mess, and I could still taste salt on my neon lips.

So this guy, total main villain energy in a suit, rolls up. He just looks at me, all dripping eyeliner and semen-covered ponytail, and goes, “Fuck, you look like a dirty slut.” And OMG, my pussy clenched right then. His disgust? My kink AF. He’s like, “How many guys?” and I tried to dodge it, but he kept pushing. So I whispered, “Over three hundred,” bracing for it. He called me a cheap whore, and I swear, a shiver went straight to my clit.

He yanked me into the alley, his hands all over my SLUT tattoo, and shoved me to my knees. Didn’t even ask. Just pulled out this thick, veiny cock and pressed it against my sticky lips. “Gonna throat you, skank,” he grunted, and shoved himself deep. I gagged instantly, tears in my eyes, and he just groaned, “Yeah, you like that, you filthy cumslut.” He fucked my face, hard and mean, calling me every name while I choked on him. I could feel him pulse, and then he was coming, hot and bitter down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my belly protesting.

But sheesh, it was like a signal. Another guy was already stepping up, his dick out. Then a third. I lost count, just opening my mouth, gagging, swallowing, feeling so fucking cheap and used. By the fifth or sixth, the pressure was too much. I pulled back, retching, and yeeted—a chunky torrent of cum-vomit splattered the concrete. I was mortified, wiping my mouth, but the first guy just laughed. “Tell me what I am!” I begged, voice raw.

“You’re the dirtiest fucking whore on the block,” he snarled, and sprayed another hot load all over my neck and my ridiculous silicone tits. “Yes! More!” I cried, spreading my arms, as other shadows closed in, their cocks in hand, ready to glaze me all over again. 35 men. I’m such a slut. And the worst part? My pussy was dripping the entire time.