1. It Was Just Another Saturday NIght


    Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Hardcore, Author: jaycox, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    was wrong. At 9:00 that night, I walked down 14th Street and took up a spot outside the all-night liquor store. Within ten minutes, I was down on my knees. The whole night was lost in time. I still don't know how I got home after it was all over. The kids were at his mother's house. When I woke up the next morning, I was on the living room rug completely naked, filthy with street dirt and the residue of untold cumshots all over me. My pussy was raw. I vaguely remembered a scene with at least five guys grunting over me, jacking off their cocks. One was peeing on my breasts, and I was screaming, "Come on you motherfuckers, hurt me, fuck me, knock me up, fill my cumhole." That was the morning his mother brought the kids back and found me, out cold, still stoned and drunk and nude. It all blew up, my whole life was vaporized; the substance was gone. She took my children, and I never saw them again. They had seen their mother in the most degrading, lewd position, a street whore after her all night fuck party. The divorce papers arrived within days, and I lost everything. The awful truth was I didn't care. My soul was dead to this world. I only lived for the failings of my flesh, the high, the drunkenness, the cumshots, and novelty of each new cock. It tasted like the banquet of Bacchus, pure sexual lust, and greed, to feed my own demands. The last time I saw James was on a Saturday night about three weeks later. I had tied up my star to a filthy asshole named Leon, a wannabe' ...
    pimp, small time crook and drug pusher. Leon could fuck like nobody I ever had before, and his cock was another drug to me. James caught us on the street just past the busy strip club area and wanted to talk to me. I told him to fuck off, but he kept at it, and Leon got pissed off. He told James to get lost and then sucker-punched him in the gut. James doubled over and started retching. That was the last memory I had of my husband, the architect of the fantasy that crushed my spirit, broke my last tenuous strands of decency into a thousand jagged little pieces and lost me forever. Leon conveniently got himself killed a couple of weeks later in a drug sale with the wrong guys. I set up as a solo practitioner, the American dream, an entrepreneur small business owner. Jenny Lee, Inc. Perversions, kinks, whoring, drinking, and drugging myself. God damn, it was exciting. ~O~O~O~ "How much to fuck us both?" They mumbled, almost too drunk to stand up. "Stand up or doggy, guys. Stand is fifty a piece and doggy is seventy-five apiece. It's much nicer. You can get your cock way inside me that way. Condoms only," I said repeating by rote my standard sales pitch. "Where y'all taking us then, we'll do it?" one of them said leering at my left breast. I had slipped it out of the side of the tank top as a little marketing tool. "Do what boys, tell me? I can't read your shit-for-brains minds. Do what? I said, changing my voice to the 'I don't give a damn what you decide' bored mode. "Doggy!" they ...
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