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Becoming the neighbourhood slut - Part 2

Date: 7/6/2016, Categories: Anal, Group Sex, Shemales, Author: analhottie, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

is my slut. I love how you walk in those whore boots" he said pleased. "Thank you, my love" I said as I turned my head back. Then I went to the bathroom to wash the now dried cum off my face. It didn't take long and the door bell rang. This sent a huge rush through me. It was really happeing. I was going to get gangbanged. Men were here specifically to fuck me. I heard at least two voices, maybe three. They quickly went away as Mark lead them to his living room. I was frozen for a few seconds from the rush of emotions. Then I continued to wash off and it was time for the make up. It was amazing that Mark had picked up my favorite lipstick. The rest of the makeup also was very hot - smokey eyeshadows. Waterproof... I was about to be fucked by real men... Was the fact that the make up he chose especially for me to be gangbanged with is my most favorite, a sign that this was meant to be? Was I really meant to be fucked by so many men? Up to this point I was "experimenting" with the guys, but this was now a real step. No turning back. I was about to affirm that I am in fact a whore and I am not simply "playing"... The door bell rang again and brought me back from my thoughts. More men. Men were here specifically to fuck me... This time I couldn't hear voices. I continued to apply my make up... Damn, it suited me so much. Maybe I was meant to be a whore for real men. Women never paid much attention to me. But men were always looking at me, even when dressed normally. I always ... thought they were simply looking, kinda like the male "what are you looking at"... but only one in 10 women ever looked at me when passing by on the street... And only one in 20 of them gave me a second look. But men... they were constantly, constantly looking at me and keeping their eyes on me for a few seconds. Just a day or so ago two manly-men were saying something to each other, looking at me and smiling... I thought they were having a laugh... but what if they wanted to fuck me too? After all there are men here specifically to fuck me... The door bell rang AGAIN... I was a mix of excitement and worry. How many men would there be... Would I even be able to handle them? That was my biggest fear. What if I couldn't handle them all and disappoint them and can't please them as much as I want to? Wait... WHAT? I am not second-guessing whether or not should I go through with this and get gangbanged. I am wondering whether or not I will be able to handle the men and please them enough? Maybe I am a whore after all? A real whore... No normal man would ever even think about being with another man, yet I am dreaming about being gangbanged and I am about to be gangbanged... Mark was right... I am a cocksucking slut... I am a cocksucking slut about to please real men... I am a cocksucking slut about to be fucked by real men... I... love it... The door bell again reminded of its existance. Is there a convention here or what? I am a cocksucking slut but maybe Mark has overestimated me... ...