Soon, he slammed into my mouth with an air of finality, and came hard, his thick seed spraying deep inside my stomach.
After the orgasm the begar slept on the platform with his cock still dangling out of his shorts without a care in the world. I took the moment to run away in order to avoid any more sexual exploitation.
Several of my body parts hurt from the fucking. But what hurt the most was my head. As it ran astray into thoughts of what I have become and what should I do now. I used to be a proud girl, who was now walking down a path of depravity not only because of the men who wanted to use me but also because of my own lust that secretly enjoyed being the cum dump slut. I thought of the strange sensual excitement I felt when I smelled the raw scent of cock and cum and pee. Is this what I really love? Should I keep doing this? It sure isn’t good but I had this wierd feeling. A feeling of being addicted to it. I didn’t want to do it again but also couldn’t imagine my life without ever doing it. I secretly wanted it. I wanted to be a whore. I liked that part of me.
I thought of these things while also thinking of what I was going to do with my piss drenched body. Where I was going to spend the night? was the question that was pounding my head the hardest. My final decision led to another sexual episode that I will discuss in the next story. Thank you reading and stay tuned.