Contributor: Seth Johnson
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Every week she returns to the same room to get fucked by strangers. Man or woman, it makes no difference. She’ll gladly let anyone fuck her. She never knows their names, at least not the ones that speak. They always know hers, even though she rarely uses the same one twice. She changes her appearance, too. But there is always some flaw. On the nights when she is ornamented and manicured, she is also bloated. Other nights she is hurried, almost late, arriving sleepless and bare, unfinished.
Her intentions are pure, even though it is not always easy to tell.
They take turns with her.
She passes from one set of hands to another. Some fuck her more than once. Some can’t stop fucking her. Some get impatient and snatch her away, even though her legs are flipped open to reveal her middle, and her climax is on the tip of another’s tongue. A few of the strangers are gentle with her, caressing her skin, admiring her features. They are the ones who never get to hold her long enough. They are quiet fuckers.
It’s the loud fuckers that get her the longest. Sometimes they are brash, they know the best way she should be fucked. Some of them compare her to other girls they’ve fucked: recently, long ago, or even several times. The other girls are always better, professional, maybe even famous. Something about her, the mole on her cheek or the tone of her voice, reminds them of past conquests.
They boast because some of these girls are hard to fuck.
Most of them, in the interest of the best possible fucking experience, focus on her shortcomings. She takes too long to get them hard. She takes too long to get them wet. She fails to keep them aroused. She quit, just stopped, right when they were getting close. She made them come too soon. Usually, she doesn’t make them come at all.
After, she goes home and rests in a dark place, usually for a long time, sometimes forever. She might decide to fix up her appearance and work out her deeper, more significant issues and really do something with her life. But probably not.
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Every week she returns to the same room to get fucked by strangers. Man or woman, it makes no difference. She’ll gladly let anyone fuck her. She never knows their names, at least not the ones that speak. They always know hers, even though she rarely uses the same one twice. She changes her appearance, too. But there is always some flaw. On the nights when she is ornamented and manicured, she is also bloated. Other nights she is hurried, almost late, arriving sleepless and bare, unfinished.
Her intentions are pure, even though it is not always easy to tell.
They take turns with her.
She passes from one set of hands to another. Some fuck her more than once. Some can’t stop fucking her. Some get impatient and snatch her away, even though her legs are flipped open to reveal her middle, and her climax is on the tip of another’s tongue. A few of the strangers are gentle with her, caressing her skin, admiring her features. They are the ones who never get to hold her long enough. They are quiet fuckers.
It’s the loud fuckers that get her the longest. Sometimes they are brash, they know the best way she should be fucked. Some of them compare her to other girls they’ve fucked: recently, long ago, or even several times. The other girls are always better, professional, maybe even famous. Something about her, the mole on her cheek or the tone of her voice, reminds them of past conquests.
They boast because some of these girls are hard to fuck.
Most of them, in the interest of the best possible fucking experience, focus on her shortcomings. She takes too long to get them hard. She takes too long to get them wet. She fails to keep them aroused. She quit, just stopped, right when they were getting close. She made them come too soon. Usually, she doesn’t make them come at all.
After, she goes home and rests in a dark place, usually for a long time, sometimes forever. She might decide to fix up her appearance and work out her deeper, more significant issues and really do something with her life. But probably not.
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Seth Johnson
