MRWADE76.STY BY MASTER WADE Portrait Of A Stripper The following is based on conversations with Vicki. I have no reason to doubt the veracity of her story and have tried to represent it accurately here for your enjoyment. While the words are mine, the deeds were Vicki's. Enjoy. I've fucked hundreds of guys. Other women have fucked more guys than me, I'm sure, but I bet none of them enjoyed it any more than me when they did. I love and crave cum. I don't know exactly when I started having these "different" desires. I use the word different, because I don't like to say I'm not normal or that my desires aren't normal, even though I know that those of us who have them are in the minority when it comes to women. I was a pretty average teenager, I think. I've always had nice legs and have been pretty attractive all along, but it wasn't until I had breast enhancement surgery (a boob job) that men really started coming on to me big time. I wear a 36C or D depending on the bra now and my nipples are very, very sensitive. I've never dated anyone that I didn't fuck at least once. I lost my cherry when I was 13 to a guy who lived on my street. He was 19. I also learned how to suck cock from him. I guess I owe him alot. It was just after my high school graduation that I was turned into a real slut. I had just moved to a city a couple of hundred miles from home to attend college and had gone to a bar with a couple of new girlfriends. They seldom checked id's at that bar as long as you were with a group of girls and I looked older than my age anyway. Both of the girls I went with got hooked up with guys pretty quickly and wound up going out to their cars to fuck them, leaving me in the bar alone. I was feeling kind of left out when a good looking older man approached me and started talking to me. He had quite a way with words and pretty soon I was walking out to his car with him. I thought we would just neck in the parking lot, but he started the car and drove to a park not far from the college. I still wasn't worried, particularly, even though I didn't know the man at all. He seemed like a nice enough guy. Once he stopped the car and turned the engine off he was all hands. It was as if nothing could happen fast enough for him. I got kinda scared and got out of the car and he chased me down in the park and raped me there in the dark, ripping my clothes off and fucking me very roughly. I'd never been with anyone so forceful before, and while I struggled and tried with all my might to resist him, he overpowered me, slapping me whenever I tried to call out for help. Once he put his dick into me I gave in and just let him do it to me. He was very large and at first I lay still trying to keep him from hitting the back of my pussy when he fucked his long big dick into me. But before I knew it I found myself coming, with no warning at all! He laughed when he saw I was coming and kept fucking me until I had come two more times before he spilled his load into me. I know its very slutty to admit that I came three times while being raped, but its the truth. I've never been the same since. When he was done with me he left me there in the park, and after I had a chance to pull myself together I walked back to the school in the dark. It was very late by that time, and I managed to clean myself up without anyone knowing what had happened to me. I lay there in the bed that night, crying and trying to decide what I should do. I was very embarrassed to have been raped almost my first night at the college and really didn't know anyone well enough to tell them about it. The more I thought about it though the more I realized that while I hadn't willingly let him fuck me that I had never enjoyed being fucked anymore than I enjoyed him fucking me so roughly. I had certainly never come three times in one fuck before. By the next morning I felt okay about just keeping it a secret and it was months before I told anyone about it. I never saw that man again. I suppose it was seeing the other girls in the dorm that made me become disatisfied with my breasts. The ones with the big tits seemed to be having all the fun, and while I dated some I never seemed to attract the hunks like they did. One of the girls, a very petite little blonde named Janet, told me about having her breasts worked on and how her social life had changed after she had done it. I started saving the money that I made while working in the cafeteria and made plans to have the same surgery done to my tits as soon as possible. While I was saving my money Janet introduced me to some fraternity guys who would fuck anything that walked whether they had tits or not. I learned that I could be the life of the party even with little tits and was soon having a great time letting myself go and being a real slut at all their parties. I had always been a pretty good dancer, and the guys seemed to like to watch me dance. It was just a matter of time before I was dancing in front of all of them and taking off my clothes for them as well. As long as I had a couple of drinks or a joint or two I would do almost anything. It seemed like the more sluttish I behaved the more sluttish I wanted to behave and the more it turned me on. One night when I stripped for them someone started chanting, "slut, slut, slut, slut" as I did the old bump and grind there on the table. Pretty soon everyone in the room was joining in the chant, and it made me hotter than I had been since the rape! I started touching myself openly there as they chanted, sliding first one finger and then two fingers into my hole. The guys started coming up closer so they could see better and reaching out to touch my legs and breasts as I fingered myself hotly in front of them. "Watch the little tramp go!", one of them shouted. "Fuck those fingers, baby, fuck 'em good!", another yelled. "You ARE a slut, Vicki, you know you are! Tell us! Tell us all what a slut you are!", another demanded as he pulled my fingers out of my cunt and stuck his own deep inside me. My head rolled back with passion as I felt my knees weakening. He repeated his demand as another man stuck a finger up my rear. "Tell us exactly what you are, Vicki!...Tell us good and loud!" "I'm a slut!", I said, blushing deeply, but hunching the finger fucker's fingers like I had never had anything inside me before. "Louder, you little whore!...Louder!!", he demanded again. I shouted it out this time, feeling myself nearing orgasm. "I'M A SLUT!! A SLUT!! A DIRTY LITTLE STRIPPING SLUT!!!", I yelled. Everyone cheered loudly, applauding their naked little finger humping slut. The guy that had demanded I admit my sluttishness took his fingers out of me just as I was about to come! He pushed me down onto the table, my head hanging off one end and spread my legs open, taking his dick out of his pants and kneeling between my legs. Someone poured a drink into my mouth. It was strong and burned my throat going down, but I soon forgot about it as the guy between my legs began fucking his dick in and out of me to the delight of the rest of the fraternity. I was in heaven! Before long another frat brother was sliding his hard fuck meat into my mouth and pumping into me with abandon. Three more guys pumped their fuck into me before they stopped long enough to give me a breather. They continued to play with me while I caught my breath, talking ever dirtier to me and teasing me about needing cum so much. I teased right back and admitted everything they tried to get me to admit. They kept handing me drinks as they stood around me calling me dirty names and playing roughly with any part of my body they wanted to, and finally one guy commented about my thirst. "You sure can hold your liquor, Vicki, and you seem to be able to hold lots of cum too!", he laughed. A big guy who played on the football team walked up and holding an empty beer mug in front of him took his cock out and began pissing into it. "I'll fix you something to drink, Vicki!", he said in his deep voice. The other guys hooted loudly and before long they were passing the mug around filling it to the brim with warm yellow piss. I was too drunk and too turned on to care. When they handed the mug to me I smiled broadly at them and lifted the glass to my lips and began drinking. I drank as much as possible the first time, trying to get it all down at once, but there was just too much! I lowered the mug and licked my lips sexily and then downed the rest of the mug to the delight of the guys. Emptying the glass brought on another round of fucking, and when the night was over I had fucked ten different guys. I'll never forget that night. From that point on I was the darling of that fraternity and began getting screwed at least 15 or 20 times a week. I loved it, and became more more and more acclimated to the taste of cum to the point that I really began to need it in my mouth. Some of the guys took me to a dirty book store one night, one that had live booths where the girls would play with themselves and even suck off the men that watched them. They kidded me, saying that I should take a job in the store, and before I knew it I was talking to the man working at the counter about that very thing. The money I made there helped me to get my boob job much more quickly, and while I counted them for a while I finally lost track of the cocks that I sucked while I worked there. Finally I saved up enough to get the surgery on my breasts, and after that I sort of lost interest in the fraternity house and spent more and more time dating older men and working at the book store. Before long the man who owned the book store was asking me if I'd consider dancing at a bar he owned. It paid much better than the book store job, and while I did them both for a while it wasn't long before I gave up the book store job and became a regular dancer at the bar. We often had wet t-shirt contests, and with my new boobs I was a favorite. Things got pretty hot lots of times and I never lacked for guys to fuck and suck. One night when things were really going well the guys jerked off into a glass while I was dancing and I drank it all down as they cheered. I think my favorite time as a stripper was one night when we were to have a wet t-shirt contest and I was the only girl that showed up. There was around fifteen guys there and they were getting really upset that there weren't more girls for the contest. The boss told me he would give me $500 if I would keep them from tearing the place apart. I had on a wet nighty, a black leather mini-skirt, stockings, garter belt and heels and danced in front of the guys as they wet me down. Soon the skirt was gone and I was pulling the crotch of it up inside me, moving along the front of the stage so they could see me. Several of them began fingering me and I got really hot being the sole performer for all those randy men. I danced over to the boss and told him to lower the shade and put the closed sign out and lay back on the stage, humping my hips up into the air. Before long the guys were joining me on the stage fucking me and when the night was done I had taken 21 loads of cum. When Aids got to be such a big deal I quit stripping, but I've never lost my craving for hot white cum. I discovered that married men are always horny and are quick and easy to fuck, so I pick them up in bars and take them out to their cars for quickies pretty regularly. It seldom takes me longer than an hour to pick up a guy who will fuck me after I get in the bar. Nothing turns me on like using my little cunt to get what I want in life, and there isn't much that I want more than a nice load of hot cum from a nice thick cock. I'm a secretary now and in addition to fucking my boss and some of his friends I still do the bar routine at times just for the fun of it. With my plastic tits and my hungry mouth and cunt I can get just about any job I want, so I never worry about losing my job. My current boss fucked me during my interview with him, sitting me on his desk and sliding my dress up and sticking it to me. I hope you've enjoyed my story. Maybe you'll be in a bar some night and a girl with really nice tits will sit down beside you and put your hand high on her stockinged leg. Maybe it will be me.