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sub girl fantasiesfound: subgirlfantasies.wordpress.com1. The Beginning…So…I’m that depraved, malleable, passive little fuckhole you’ve been wanking about…Let me tell you a little story. I’ll let you decide how much of it’s true and how much is simply the product of an overstimulated imagination, but I bet you’re wrong…Going to University felt like freedom, full uninhibited freedom, for the very first time. I was a fresh young lamb, albeit a pretty horny one, let loose in the big (hopefully bad) world, ready to get fucked and fucked and fucked. Over and over again. Except most of those presumed wolves turned out to be meek little lap dogs, far more innocent than I. The disappointment was crushing. And I reacted by throwing myself so far down the rabbit hole I’ve never found my way back.I started by selling my body on the internet. I did it anonymously by using a random photo pulled from google images of a girl-next-door-type ass which looked passably like mine, cheeks held wide apart for a good view. That was an ass begging to be fucked. Cha-ching! I chose a free adult ad site and offered a quickie in any hole for £50. I like it cheap and nasty. I got my 1st booking half an hour later and had some middle aged cunt’s sweaty cock up my wet slit that afternoon. I was hooked.After maybe 6 months and 100’s of loads of spunk in, on and at me, I’d picked up a few favourite regulars. One was this total slob who liked me to bend over and finger my asshole while he called me disgusting names and jerked off over me. I loved the way he would pull his filthy jogging bottoms down and flop his dirty cock out. He was fat and ugly and stank of fags and stale sweat. I liked him.There was also this perverted grandad who had me pretend to be his cleaner and I would have to obey his instructions immediately but act as if I didn’t like it. He would tell me to clean the floor with a cloth held between my teeth, my bare cunt on show. Sometimes he stuck a brush handle up my ass and told me to sweep the floor, or he would spank me while I washed the dishes, awarding me extra hard smacks if I flinched too much or splashed water out of the sink. He particularly enjoyed having me on all fours on his kitchen table, inspecting my wet little bahis firmaları cunt up close, telling me what he liked to do to whores who didn’t do as they were told. Once I deliberately provoked him to see what would happen and then naively let him tie me face down, legs spread wide open on his bed and he belted my ass till I screamed in desperation that I would do anything he wanted whenever he wanted it. After that he never paid me again, but I still came running whenever he called. He liked to cum up my bare pussy and I always let him.There was this other guy who liked to tie me up and rough fuck me while I cried for him to stop. He was definitely one of my favourites. The more I struggled the harder he’d fuck me. And the more I cried the harder we both came.One guy I saw a handful of times used to meet me in a remote car park and bugger me without a condom. I’d bend over the bonnet of his wife’s car, he would spit on my tight little fuck hole and stick it right in, pumping my slut asshole full of cum within 2 minutes. I dropped my prices for him as he was easy to fit in between other clients. He paid £20 a go.Then there was the bus driver who fucked my face after work behind the bus station. And the suited businessman who visited my bedsit every friday after work for a few months and used all 3 fuck holes for the price of 1, finishing in my open, hungry mouth every time. The old pervert who had me sit on his lap with no panties on so he could “surprise” me with his hard-on, moving myself back and forward till he spunked over my fresh young pussy. Or there was that middle aged bloke who liked to tie my hands behind my back, lie me on his bed, bind my big tits with rope till they were sore and swollen, then smack them while he fucked me. I preferred older clients but I met quite a few younger blokes. There was one particular chav who had a nasty way of talking about fucking bitches that I particularly liked. He was so disrespectful and so obviously saw me as just a cheap piece of meat for him to use and stick his prick into that I was always extra wet when arriving at his crappy little flat.2. Multiplying my usefulnessSo, what happened next?First… dogging.I found a local dogging forum and arranged to be in kaçak iddaa a particular woodland carpark at a particular time. It was everything I wanted it to be! Tiny skirt, tight cropped top, no bra or panties, very wet cunt and (my personal favourite) an open mouth gag that made me dribble like a dog on heat. I stood, legs apart, bent over the bonnet of my Ford Escort and let the vultures descend. You will understand by now that I like sordid sex, I like creepy, degrading men, I like to feel cheap and used. Well, this ticked all those boxes. Over the next hour or so, several perverted old men, a few 20-something chavs and a handful of fat middle aged blokes came in and all over my young wet cunt, in my gaping mouth and over my exposed tits. I loved how they took turns in me, waiting and wanking, crowded around me, watching me being used, taking photos and rubbing their stiff cocks up against me. I wish I had a video of that night…I repeated this experience several times. Sometimes bent over the bonnet, sometimes knelt bent over a car seat, other times just on my knees on the floor.I found myself dressing like a whore in my vanilla life. I would wear the same micro mini skirts to Uni that I would wear dogging. It felt good to be reminded how many men had used me as I went about my day. I started letting the odd, slightly creepy cleaner on campus flirt with me and take me for drinks when no one else was around. I encouraged him so brazenly and he eventually took the chance and put his fingers up my skirt and right into my wet little slit. I let him have sex with me in the store room every week or so from then until I left Uni. He invited me round to his place a few times too, where he got me naked and fucked me a bit longer. He was pretty tame really but I liked how ugly and wrong it felt.I finally plucked up the courage to really multiply my usefulness when I joined Alt. I joined a local group specialising in dogging and pushed it to the next level. One of them booked a travelodge just off a nearby motorway junction and I arranged with one of my clients for him to meet me there ahead of time, gag and blindfold me, tie me face down on the bed (on top of a load of towels) and, of course, take a freebie in my cunt kaçak bahis before he left. I had him cover the top half of my body up with a bed sheet, leaving just my lower back, ass and legs exposed for use. I’d arranged for him to come back to untie me at 1am and he’d posted my room number to the local Alt group, and I’d let a few clients know to check it too, so I waited to find out how many people, if any, would come to use my exposed whore holes. I was dripping with anticipation.I don’t know how many people used me that evening. I lost count quite quickly. Most used condoms but not everyone. My asshole got well and truly fucked, more opted for that than I expected. I felt so stretched and used and sticky from all the spunk up my back, over my cheeks, dripping out of my pussy hole and anal passage. Someone left their used condom on my back. The grunting and panting of strangers as they pump themselves into my cheap little holes really turns me on. I love not knowing who is inside me as they stick it in my fuckhole, filling me with sperm, stretching my nasty little ass hole with stiff cock and making me drip with excitement as they shove it deeper, taking what they want from this stupid little fuck slut. Some laughed when they saw me, spread out waiting for their use. One was particularly degrading. He mainly used my already stretched and creamed ass hole and he continually spoke to me as he fucked it, calling me a nasty little whore, cheap fucking slut, anal whore, asking if I liked being ****d by strangers etc.I managed to contact him through the Alt group later on. He fucked me a lot after that.So I ended up lying there for what felt like hours, contemplating my situation, before my client turned up, not sure if or when anyone else might let themselves into the room and make use of my holes. Of course, he didn’t untie me like he was supposed to. He said he might as well make use of me a bit longer. Everyone else had. He fucked me a few times that night. Took photos of my abused holes. Told me what a good little slut I was. All while I was tied down in the same position I’d been in for hours. I eventually pissed myself where I lay, much to his amusement. He wanked for ages over my wet cunt, then untied me and left, before I’d managed to get the blindfold off.I had to clear up all the used condoms. There was a couple of tenners on the bedside table.I was a very happy fuck slut.(wish there were more but it’s not been updated)

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