About myself

It all started with dating sites. After reading another text saying "Let's meet up," I replied yes. Viktor was 23 years older than me. That was the first time I tasted semen, felt the head of a cock in my throat; I think that's the moment my mind was blown.

Later, he found Sasha. He was young, and while Viktor was unloading another load of cum into my mouth, Sasha was still fucking me from behind. For some reason, I remember Sasha the best; he reminded me of a dog that fucks anything in sight. He didn't like foreplay, just inserted and fucked me. With him, I came for the first time. I'll never forget that; a wave of orgasm washed over me, my vision went dark,

my body went limp, and it was even hard to breathe at that moment.

Gradually, Viktor started to bore me, and I began looking for new lovers. That's how I arranged to meet Artem. Artem's cock was as thick as he was. After getting me drunk on champagne, Artemka piled his whole mass on top of me and shoved his huge dick into my ass. The pain was terrible; I sobbed, screamed, tried to break free, but it only amused him. He cursed, spanked my ass, growled for me to relax. After another attempt to escape from under his bulk, he grabbed me by the hair, wrapped his hands around my neck, and whispered:

— "I'm going to fuck you anyway, in all your holes, whether you want it or not. Sluts should obey."

Sobbing once more, I submissively offered my ass; tears were still streaming from my eyes, my little butt was simply burning with fire, plus his spanks. He pulled on my nipples, bit me, shoved his fingers into my mouth trying to reach my throat. His thrusts began to speed up and get stronger, and his wild growling started to scare me. Grabbing me by the hair and biting my ear, he flooded my hole with cum. Smearing the remains on my face, he patted my cheeks and praised me.

— "That's for ice cream, you worked well."

With a smirk, he handed me a thousand. I took the money. At home, it finally dawned on me who I was—an ordinary slut who loves cocks. I really do love cocks. I like taking them in my mouth more than sex itself; I always ask them to cum either on my tongue or on my face. No one has refused yet.

So the number of my partners increased; some gave money, some just gave gifts. Among them was a 62-year-old grandpa, with his shirt tucked into his pants. At the first meeting, he asked if I was afraid of him, since he could be my father. I lied then, saying mature men turned me on; in reality, I didn't care. That day, I just wanted someone to cum on my face.

First, he asked me to pleasure myself in front of him. Without embarrassment, I spread my legs and started touching myself.

— "Yeah, like that, put a finger in, now 2, now 3"

It was funny to me; it was clear that besides himself, no one had touched him there for many years. But I tried hard; I had a wild desire to please him.

— "Now take your fingers out."

He started kissing my mound, slowly descending to my labia, and soon his tongue was working away inside my pussy.

— "You're so tasty, so young. I've wanted you for so long."

I could feel him enjoying it; he had wanted this for so long, and that turned me on even more. After all, I am the one who gives people forbidden pleasure.

— "Sweetheart, sit on me."

I inserted his cock into my opening—it was bliss for me. He was very tender, caressed me, sucked on my nipples. And his panting aroused me more and more. I came before he did; collapsing onto his body, I begged him to cum in my mouth.

— "Of course, dear."

And I started sucking; I tried very hard, moved my throat, licked his balls, played with the frenulum with my tongue.

He asked me to move my butt to his face, and while he was licking my juices, I could feel he was about to give me what I wanted. I was waiting for it so much; he came so violently, I could barely keep up licking his cum. I sucked it all, every last drop.

He may be old, but I felt good with him, and that was the main thing for me. I didn't take money from him; I asked him next time to play with my pussy with his tongue. He smiled sincerely, pressed against me once more, and, sighing the scent of my hair, opened the door for me.

Stepping outside and taking a deep breath, I realized I was happy. I may be a slut, but I'm happy and don't want to change anything in my life.