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I still had no idea why my brother would not let me become the leading lady in his films and neither would my father. I had made dozens of films with other directors, fucked innumerable men on screen and in real life. I had a very high sexual drive that bordered at being called a nymphomaniac and a fetish for a gangbang. At 20 I had about a hundred porn movies to date, most of them featuring group sex scenes, all of them having anal sex as an indispensable component and I knew they were becoming a big hit. Then, my brother sent me off to the place called the “camp”. I had heard rumors of this place for some time, and in reality it was not even a place but a concept. It was a place where the fucking ability of girls was tested to the limit, and a certification was given which was a kind of validation in the sex industry.

Girls could get that certification and enter into places which had organized sex industry and earn big money. Girls could enter porn or current actors could get certified and raise their per movie fees with the certification from this camp. It had no fixed location, the only fixed thing was limitless sex… or so I had thought. The Camp was funded by a lot of sources and for the moment I did not want to concern myself with its economics. What I really wanted was the uninhibited fucking that I would have once I went there. My brother was clever and chose to put me through the highest level of training – a fortnight. One day I was shipped off to the camp.

It was not a flight or a cruise but a simple ride to one of the farmhouses owned by my family. Only now, it was manned by employees of the camp, all men, all of them in excellent shape, ranging from mid 20s to mid 40s, all horny and with big cocks. The farmhouse sits on several acres of lush green grassland, with a huge mansion like house, all with modern security and luxury amenities. I got out of the car to find several men waiting for me, one of them dressed like a butler, rest in casuals. I however was in a pair of shorts that left nothing to imagination and a top that showed the deep cleavage between my tits. I was not wearing any bra and the teeny tiny thing I wore for a panty was not meant to cover anything beyond the bare essentials.

“Hello, I will supervise your stay here Rita.” He said pleasantly, “I have pretty much chalked out the program for you spread over 30 days. “Unfortunately, you will have to follow certain rules of the Camp, but most of it is pretty straightforward.”
“Great! How do we begin?”
“With them” he pointed to the rest of the men. “There are 7 here right now, I will arrange for more men once they are done with you.”

It was really clear what they would be “doing” to me. They were all fit, of varying heights and ethnicities and they all surrounded me. I smiled at them sweetly. I felt wet between my legs and in spite of having done a gangbang several times I felt butterflies in my stomach. On screen, a gangbang looks great, I feel great actually going through it as several men fuck me but the problem is that it is supposed to be a video. Shooting any sex movie has takes, change of positions, retakes, stills so that pictures could be clicked and I don’t like breaks. One of the reasons the men like to work with me is that I usually continue the sex acts between shots. Men who fucked me on the camera often get to play with my body between shots. I am picky of course, and the ones who get to fuck me are definitely more than just hung studs. Oh I am completely shameless. Even between shots I would be down on my knees with a cock in my mouth, working my tongue and mouth around it; or there would be a couple of guys kissing my tits, running their hands all over my body.

“And the rules are?”

“The men will not wear contraceptives. They will cum inside you unless otherwise told by me. You will not usually wear clothes, or if you do, you will wear only what is provided. We have your measurements. Since we need to keep everyone disease free, I regularly have all my boys tested for diseases and believe me, all of them are healthy and clean. Next, you have to follow everything I say. You do have some say in that for the length of your stay here but when I say fuck, you have to fuck. And you keep offering your ass and pussy till I stop the men.

You will usually be told the number of men you will fuck beforehand but that may but always be so. There may be times when you will not be allowed penetrative sex, the sex that you may get may not always be gentle or the way you like it, or in the hole that you want. For the next month, you will do exactly as I say. Now, what I have here for you is a little welcome gift.”

He snapped his fingers and did not wait for my reply. The 7 men began moving towards me purposefully and confidently. I know my looks and body are enough to make men uncertain but I liked the confidence in these guys. In the last two years, with regular workouts, diet and sex, I had firmed up my breasts, toned up my body and achieved a fuller figure. I put my arms around the one who came to me first and put a kiss on his mouth. I prolonged it to the point that he began kissing me back. I was aware that the rest of them were skillfully sampling other parts of my body. I pushed him back and kissed each of them like that as they helped me out of my clothes, not that I had too many. I had a feeling this was not the first time they had fucked a girl together because their movements seemed synchronized.

There was a guy kissing me, 2 guys sucking my tits, a fourth one fingering my ass and pussy and a fifth one who was somehow managing to kiss my soft belly. My tits are sensitive, well so is my whole body and especially to the touch of men. I love the fact that I am the object of their lust, and that they want to fuck me so badly. My body was made to be fucked and I was a whore.


I absolutely love the feeling of a warm cock in my holes, ass, pussy and mouth. The foreplay went on for several minutes as the men alternated between kissing my lips, squeezing and sucking my breasts, my fuckholes and my navel. I was a little sweaty, flushed with excitement and my nipples were excited and erect from all the sensual kissing and sucking. People don’t realize that navel is an extremely sensitive point on the human body. The right kind of stimulation in the navel area sets off pleasure waves. And then as I was on my knees alternately sucking two cocks, one of them entered me. I have a deep little “ah!” as the warm shaft slid inside me and began a rhythmic pounding.

“Damn she is wet and tight!” one of the guys said as replaced the first one, and there were people slapping my ass playfully and fondling my breasts, sucking on my nipples. The friction of the cock against my vaginal walls was making me gasp for breath as tingles of pleasure began to go through my body. Someone had told them what I liked. There was someone kissing my belly, the soft curve between the belly and my vagina, my waist… any skin he could get between my tits and pussy. They lifted me and made me slide on to another guy. This one was long, maybe close to a foot as I felt his tool knocking deep inside me. I slurping as I swallowed the precum from one of their cocks. My mouth was sliding on two cocks alternately giving them very wet sloppy blowjobs. I arched back as two others began alternately fondling my tits and sucking them and slapping my butt.

“Enough fooling around, lets make her airtight!” And one of them laid on his back as I mounted his cock. I bent down so that he could kiss my boobs, which he started at once. I felt a warm hardness pressing against my asshole and before I knew, he was a couple of inches inside me. I let out a little gasp because I had not used a butt plug. I like the initial pain of when a cock first enters my ass. The guy entered little by little and I gasped for breath and whimpered in pain. He came out and entered again and this time it was better, less pain more pleasure. Little by little his tool was in all the way. I have seen my movies after my shoots. Subconsciously my back arches, I throw my head backwards as the men begin to fuck me in both holes, I pout in a way that and close my eyes that suggests there is a slight amount of pain and immense enjoyment as two cocks pound my holes. But most importantly I have this sweet innocent face, this look of childlike puzzlement and confusion as I try to understand the sex spreading through my body which makes my movies a big hit.


“Holly shit!” I thought as I realized that both cocks inside me were a good 10 inches each. And before long I came as both were still inside me. Couple of minutes later I felt a warm and wet in my ass as one of the men cummed inside me. The one in my cunt came out and they swiftly turned me over. I took cock in my ass as I was on my back and a third one entered my vagina. These two guys were fucking me better than most double penetrations I had had. They were expertly rubbing my clit and running hands over my soft belly and breasts as their huge phalluses slid in and out of me. I It was They were even managing to give me soft kisses and I sighed and “ooh”ed and “aah”ed as they fucked me good. Then they began increasing the tempo and began driving their shafts deeper and harder and my nails began digging into their flesh. The friction inside my holes increased and I began squealing like a girl orgasming for the first time.

Orgasms are several times stronger if there is a cock in your ass. As they kept on rhythmically pounding my holes I sensed I was close to cumming. And without warning I climaxed – a long sustained orgasm that originated from my belly. The one fucking my ass gently reached for my clit from behind and with his other hand began softly squeezing my left tit. The one in my vagina took the right tit and planted a warm moist kiss as I came. And while I was still orgasming, they cummed in me and before I knew, the last two men now took charge. I had not realized but I had pulled really hard on of the guys’ hair. I giggled, blushed and offered him a warm kiss with my tongue gently rolling with his as a “sorry”.


From the way they touched, I knew I would be handled roughly. But I was not prepared for what came next. One of them started by inserting his thick cock in my ass one of the thickest ones I remember. He didn’t even need a suck before he penetrated me. I was on all fours as there was a cock in my ass and mouth. I turned on my cocksucking skills and began taking his cock seemingly way too big for my sweet small mouth deep into my throat. He was gentle enough to not choke me but kept fucking my mouth and the one behind me kept fucking my ass at a decent pace with long deep strokes. And then, the one in my mouth withdrew and went behind me. I felt the angle of the first cock change within me and felt a second cock probing my already full asshole.

“Hey what are you doing!” I was startled
“Opening you wider” they all laughed

Before I could do anything, the second cock was already half an inch in me. I gasped and yelped and my initial instincts were to stop it then and there. But they had somehow pinned me under them in the doggy position with one cock in my ass and a second one entering me. I gasped and bit into the shoulder of one of the men as the second cock entered my asshole. I whimpered as the cocks began moving in and out of my ass like a pair of pistons stretching my ass to its limits. Usually, whenever a cock is inside my ass I have two ways to deal with it. I use my anal muscles and make my anus tighter than usual. This usually helps to make the cock cum quickly.

There are also a couple of belly dancing moves that I use to move my hips in a way that speed up the cumming process. Or I lie back and relax as much as possible so that my ass gets fucked for longer time and the man cums later. In this case, nothing worked but the friction against the walls of my hole made me cum again. One of them was also managing to kiss my tits alternately as he worked inside my ass. It was a little painful as they were handling my whole body a little roughly but after I-don’t-know-how-many-minutes later, I felt them jerking inside me and calling me a whore for the thousandth time in the hour. They withdrew shortly and I was left out of breath, a little sore, my holes a little sore, semen on my body and dripping out of my holes and a taste of cock in my mouth.

I was actually surprised by what they did next. The butler brought warm wet towels from somewhere and the men handed me one and helped me wipe away all the stickiness. I would have preferred to taste some of it but I just played along. It was unimaginable the tenderness they exhibited when moments ago they all had gangbanged me, and for the first time I realized that they all were more than hired studs. In fact they began a form of after play I had not thought of before. They all began to kiss my body simultaneously. 7 mouths were kissing me on my lips, tits, between my legs, on my belly and they were building a rhythm with that as well.

My body began arching and responding to their touch as mouth after hungry mouth began to expertly suck my tits. My climax was long and low. They were making conversation all the while. The complimented me, and began making nice conversation in a way that was not expected of them. In the end, they biggest one – he was probably 6’5” and easily 250 lb - picked me up in his arms and carried me inside. The room I had a big bed with a lot of plush couches. I was about to take a shower when the butler came inside and told me that there was a massage scheduled for me in 10 mins.

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Some say we are a product of our sorroundings, I know I am. Women have been traumatized by their sexual experiences, I have enojoyed most of mine, I get turned on thinking of some of the things I have done, or that have been done to me, up until this day. Sometimes, my only regret in life is not doing more. There is a thin line between a girl and woman, you can be something mentally, and something else physically. Thinking back this period in my life, I now know I was a little girl,...

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Modern Relations part 07 Alexandra Is a whore

Alex cleaned up in the shower and slid into bed next to Kevin, snuggling up against his warmth. She murmured her pleasure. Kevin was having none of it, he demanded a story. Alex retrieved her laptop and opened a folder called freshman_pics, and started a slide show.“Ok. Here, now you can drive,” she said, handing the laptop to Kevin. “These are from my Freshman year, obviously.”“Wow, is that Wendy! She’s so young,” Kevin exclaimed. His fascination and focus on her beautiful friend amused Alex....

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I want to be a tweeker groups gangbang party whore

Well as this who know me and read about my past know I had to what most would consider a rough c***dhood but it fit me. After the months of being d**gged and pimped when I was 13 I was removed from my home and placed into foster care where I was raised through the system. I went on to college and finally graduated from medical school. I have been a family physician for the last 20 years. About a year ago I started see8ng a mistress who I told of my past and as you also know from my previous...

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Her Faux Blown FuseChapter 9 Certified

My gift for staying out of trouble having sex with customers while married was working up to this point. Suddenly things were changing far beyond my control. I felt I may have lost all my friends in an instant of tearing away from reality, or maybe to it? Was I being too creative like my childhood. Was I going to get it from clergy figure like Father MacFeely? Sister Jane came over and took my arm to lift me and she seemed inordinately strong. I was thus standing, being brought into the...

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Bar Trap 2 Part time whore

Bar Trap 2 (Part time whore) I was supposed to put on heavy makeup. Starting with the foundation, I applied a generous layer of a brand especially designed for the use on stage, that did a very good job covering up any dark shadows. After I was satisfied with the effect, I used a brush to put on powder and make it all smooth and feminine. Next I did my eyes, first with a black eyeliner on the lower lid, then a white, thicker one on the upper lid. Black shadow followed, and white towards the...

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My Sexual Odyssey Part V A Real Whore

The next morning as I awoke, I realized that in just a few hours I was to re-experience the previous day’s activities. This seemed too much too soon, but I had agreed. Of course I could always cancel, but then if I did so I would wonder how much I’d miss it and whether I would have acclimated to the frequency and intensity. I decided to just forge ahead and so I got dressed and left for work, girly clothes under my street clothes and wig in hand. I thought to myself, “This is ridiculous.”...

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Report to the King of Sparta. B.C 481 "We must conclude that there was more then one Persian ship in our waters. When one met with disaster in the storm, the other picked up survivors and as much wreckage as it could. The shield is the only piece of wreckage that signifies Persian identity. There can be no doubt that it was a spying mission or an attempt to land agents of Persia on our soil or the soil of a neighbouring state. We cannot ignore the possibility that a neighbour may actually...

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Californie Partie 2 sur 3

Le vol dura des heures, et pourtant Maxime n'en pouvait plus d'excitation. Une heure environ avant d'arriver, il se rendit aux toilettes, et se changea pour prendre sa tenue habituelle - jean, baskets blanches, queue de cheval -. Il se sentait ? l'aise ainsi. C'?tait ainsi qu'il comptait vivre aux USA. Galvin lui avait dit que tout ?tait pr?t pour lui, et qu'il n'avait plus qu'? arriver. Son logement, son contrat de travail. Un v?hicule l'attendait ? l'a?roport et devait le conduire ? l'embarcad?re puis jusq...

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Happy BirthdayHalloween whore

Midnight, Halloween, 2015. I clipped the studded, leather lead to my whore's collar and walked her out my apartment door. She was dressed in a bed sheet, not a stitch of clothing underneath. Three holes were cut out of the sheet. Two for holes for her eyes, and a larger hole for her mouth. She wanted to go 'sex' trick or treating as a naughty ghost. I obliged her. Halloween is her favorite day of the year. It’s also her birthday. She turned twenty-one. I had something special in store for...

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It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...

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Transformed into a black cock whore

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Work Whore

This fantasy is a combination of two, c my slave enjoys to be degraded and the more harshly, the harder she cums. The second is mine, I have for as long as I can remember been turned on by women used by older men, someone they should not be attracted to and would not normally even look at, but a strong dominant alpha male that they cannot help but submit to. This has been fuelled by c’s past, as when she was 25, she experimented with a male around 25 years older than her. If you have not read...

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The Golden Gloom WHORE

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Confessions of a transvestite hooker or whore

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Whore by Angela J. I used to love fucking whores. I fucked whores every chance I got. The best way to describe the way I was is to say that I was addicted to fucking whores. It's not like I couldn't get a girlfriend. I just didn't want one. For me, sex with a girlfriend was boring. So quickly my girlfriends became my ex-girlfriends. Fucking descent girls actually felt like a chore. Sure I got off from fucking nice girls but it took allot of effort. I had to pretend that I was...

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The Devils Pact The Tyrants Daughter Chapter 6 Rex Buys a Whore

by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Six: Rex Buys a Whore Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Thursday, May 26th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sierra Nevada, CA Reina and Queenie slipped into the outdoor shower stall with me as the sun peaked over the mountains. Water rained down on us from a tin bucket punctured with small holes My thoughts tumbled together the last two days. My parents might come back. I might get to see them. And I had promised to stop them...

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Wedding day whore

Her lace and silk white dress gave her a cleavage which was noticeable because of her 38C breasts being pushed up by the tight fit. She had considered not wearing a bra, but in the end she chose to put on the lace white bra as it matched her panties and stockings, which she was wearing for her husband later that night. All she had to do was put on her shoes and veil and then wait for her father to come to her room and take her down to the priest, family, and friends, all waiting to see her...

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Mouth Whore

This is the true story of one of my recent Friday afternoons. I have tried to relate the events as accurately as possible without embellishing any of the details. If anyone finds it interesting I might write about other Fridays and maybe tell the story of how this all began.I came in from work and was excited to find that my girlfriend Sherry had already made it back from picking up our special friend, “Mouth Whore”. Her real name is Amber but I thought the name I picked was a more fitting one....

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Alexandria Unleashes Her Inner Whore

You, Alexandria, awake in the middle of the night to a stirring inside. It is building up and your pussy begins to get very moist, glistening with your juices. All you want is to have your pussy used and fucked like a true whore. A little about yourself: you stand at 5' 7", just over 200lbs., with long, dark hair and blue eyes. You have a 36B chest, a completely shaved, tight pussy and a big fat ass that loves to be spanked and fucked. You have been waking up like this in the middle of the...

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Clarissa masters wife workers whore

I stood idly on the weed strewn platform with the blustery wind ruffling my thin summer suit, as it rattled the locked waiting room door  and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected  station garden and I watched the little train which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided valley as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to pick me up in the Rolls Royce. Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station house across the road...

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