I rented myself and I loved it, but got caught
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Publié :28/8/2020 1h41
Dernière mise à jour :19/4/2021 16h09 5054 vues
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I went Penn, TA, and Clinton truck stops, and, well. I w**red myself. I walked the trucks. Was invited into the first truck and was hammered. He came all over me . I left the truck and went the bathroom and washed myself. Came back out still in my fishnets, tubetop, and mini, still wearing my heels. walked along the parked trucks and invited again inside another truck. I sucked his cock hard and he came all over my face. He made me stay, then about 10 minutes later he was fucking me in my ass . He came inside me. I kissed him and left the cab...went to the bathroom and cleaned myself . After, walked and strolled around other trucks...after several minutes, caught the eye of a man who again invited me in. This time he started kissing me, and took my tube top, my skirt, and my fishnet bodysuit off me. He pushed me down and punished me hard, pushing his cock in my holes, I had to scream a little but dear god he used me hard . When he was done, I collected my clothes, put my tube top on and skirt, and tucked my fishnet bodysuit in my purse. I still had cum on my face and on my ass. Left the truck and walked to clean myself again in the bathroom. What I didnt know was that a co-worker...a "Karen" watched me exit the truck and go into the bathroom, wearing not very much any more except two small straps of cloth. I went in, washed myself including my holes, then came back out, and walked the trucks again wearing very little, including my heels just hooked around my finger. I was invited in again to another truck. Things happened. I got in my car and went to another truck stop. Got out wearing very little, and again walked the trucks. I got fucked so hard by my first john, I had a hard time walking after. Staggering, not knowing my own "Karen" saw me, I continued, swallowing cock for money and the taste of cum all over my mouth. I went to a third truck stop and got used two more times. I loved it so much, needed it so badly.
What I found out yesterday is that she saw me prostitut* myself a couple of times and she is threatening to expose me. I may lose my job. she may have video. I dont know. I may lose my job or be arrested for prostitutio* I was doing what i desperately needed until I found that out. So as much as I loved the experience, I might suffer badly for it.
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Update without f'ing edits
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Publié :2/3/2020 2h10
Dernière mise à jour :22/6/2021 15h37 5716 vues
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This was suggested as a way communicate, since I have been effectively silenced here.
Anyway just had a big breakthrough in therapy. It turns that Dad wasn't first time a man had r***d me. I had suppressed this memory and as of last week I remember everything. I was reaaaally young and was lured into a mans apartment walking home from school. He was (maybe in his 60s...I thought every adult was ). He was friendly and showed some toys he collected (real toys not sex toys). He asked me to sit down then he left a few minutes. On his coffee table were hardcore porn magazines...lots of them. I think he waited me to pick one of them up before he came back in the room, because I did open one of them. I don't remember the words that were said but he started talking to me about how beautiful it was and if I had questions. Sex never entered mind in my life nor did I have any sexual feelings about anything up to that . He started showing me some of his favorites, most of which were hardcore penetration of a young small woman and an older man... and asked if I wanted to feel what it is like. I was scared but I didn't think he would let me leave so I said yes. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock which was hard. He told me I should try kissing it and pushed it close to my mouth. I was so scared I kissed it...then he told me to lick it, which led to him putting his cock between my lips. He said I should start to suck it, just like the girls in the magazines, so I did. He got me naked before I knew what was going on, still pushing his cock in my mouth. I was gagging choking then I felt my shirt being taken off, then was pulled up and he took the rest of my clothes off. He pulled me in and started kissing me , hard while moaning, forcing his sloppy tongue all over my mouth and down my throat, violating my mouth...I just let him...I was terrified, his hands all over my body running his tongue over my neck and chest. He was saying things and moaning all sorts of sounds. Then he told me to get on my hands and knees. I remember that so clearly...and he got behind me. I felt something wet being poured onto my anus (im sure it was lube) his hands all over my ass and body. He forced his tongue inside my mouth again then I felt his cock begin to enter me . It felt like a baseball bat was being forced into my body. I screamed in pain as he pushed most of his shaft into my small body then he pulled out and pushed inside me again. He did that over and over again, his full length thrusting, feeling like it was my hitting ribcage. He may have thought the screams were pleasure, because he increased his speed with full thrusts of his cock inside me . All I could do is grunt while he seemed do this what seemed like would never end. Then all I recall after that was his hands all over me and the sound of his slapping skin against me as he fucked me licking my back, pulling my long hair, grunting and groaning with his vicious pleasure. He came inside me, because when he finally pulled out his seeming gallons of hot cum spilled out of my body like a faucet. I thought it was blood. He kissed me again, told me to get dressed...I was paralyzed and in pain but I did, underwear soaking up the semen that was spilling from ass. Finally I was going to be able to leave and he gave me a model car kit as a gift (of all things that was truly weird) and said that I should visit again tomorrow. I got out of there and ran home. Showered and tried to cleanse his semen from my body...and somehow...I don't know...pretended it didn't happen. Never went back. I did not remember any of that until last week.
It explains a lot about why I am a nymphomaniac and have sex with literally anything with a pulse, why I have a r**e fetish, maybe why favorite position is doggie, why about a year after that happened I started doing strange but overtly sexual things, and literally every moment I am thinking about what happened so many decades ago and just cannot believe that remembering that trauma makes me disgustingly horny.
This was something that happened to me and me alone, and I do not wish this scenario to happen to any person or their loved ones. This is purely my own personal experience, traumatizing as it was, It appears have set myself in directions I never would have gone had it not happened, good or ill it is part of I am now, and I am thankful that I remember.
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Born a whore
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Publié :4/10/2019 22h54
Dernière mise à jour :10/5/2021 15h40 8078 vues
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This was suggested as a way communicate, since I have been effectively silenced here.
Anyway just had a big breakthrough in therapy. It turns that Dad wasn't first time a man had r***d me. I had suppressed this memory and as of last week I remember everything. I was reaaaally young and was lured into a mans apartment walking home from school. He was (maybe in his 60s...I thought every adult was ). He was friendly and showed some toys he collected (real toys not sex toys). He asked me to sit down then he left a few minutes. On his coffee table were hardcore porn magazines...lots of them. I think he waited me to pick one of them up before he came back in the room, because I did open one of them. I don't remember the words that were said but he started talking to me about how beautiful it was and if I had questions. Sex never entered mind in life nor did I have any sexual feelings about anything up to that . He started showing me some of his favorites, most of which were hardcore penetration of a young small woman and an older man... and asked if I wanted to feel what it is like. I was scared but I didn't think he would let me leave so I said yes. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock which was hard. He told me I should try kissing it and pushed it close to mouth. I was so scared I kissed it...then he told me to lick it, which led to him putting his cock between lips. He said I should start to suck it, just like the girls in the magazines, so I did. He was naked before I knew what was going on, still pushing his cock in mouth. I was gagging choking then I felt shirt being taken off, then was pulled up and he took the rest of clothes off. He pulled me in and started kissing me , hard while moaning, forcing his sloppy tongue all over mouth and down throat, violating mouth...I just let him...I was terrified, his hands all over body running his tongue over neck and chest. He was saying things and moaning all sorts of sounds. Then he told me to get on hands and knees. I remember that so clearly...and he got behind me. I felt something wet being poured onto anus (im sure it was lube) his hands all over ass and body. He forced his tongue inside mouth again then I felt his cock begin to enter me . It felt like a baseball bat was being forced into body. I screamed in pain as he pushed most of his shaft into small body then he pulled out and pushed inside me again. He did that over and over again, his full length thrusting, feeling like it was hitting ribcage. He may have thought screams were pleasure, because he increased his speed with full thrusts of his cock inside me . All I could do is grunt while he seemed do this what seemed like would never end. Then all I recall after that was his hands all over me and the sound of his slapping skin against me as he fucked me licking back, pulling hair, grunting and groaning with his vicious pleasure. He came inside me, because when he finally pulled out his seeming gallons of hot spilled out of body like a faucet. I thought it was blood. He kissed me again, told me to get dressed...I was paralyzed and in pain but I did, underwear soaking up the semen that was spilling from ass. Finally I was going to be able to leave and he gave me a model car kit as a gift (of all things that was truly weird) and said that I should visit again tomorrow. I got out of there and ran home. Showered and tried to cleanse his from body...and somehow...I don't know...pretended it didn't happen. Never went bac I did not remember any of that until last wee
It explains a lot about why I am a nymphomaniac and have sex with literally anything with a pulse, why I have a r**e fetish, maybe why favorite position is doggie, why about a year after that happened I started doing strange but overtly sexual things, and literally every moment I am thinking about what happened so many decades ago and just cannot believe that remembering that trauma makes me disgustingly horny.
This was something that happened and alone, and I do not wish this scenario happen any person or their loved ones. This is purely own personal and experience, traumatizing as it was, It appears have set in directions I never would have gone had it not happened, good or ill it is part of I am now, and I am thankful that I remember.
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