What happens when a repressed slut leaves home, goes to college in the big city and gradually becomes the complete nympho she's always wanted to be? Well, that's what I'm here to write about. I've turned into a complete fucking whore over the last year and I have no regrets about it. Not yet, anyway.
Here's what you should know about me. Molly Roxxoff is not my real name, of course. My real name is none of your business. What is your business is that I was 19 when this particular encounter took place. I'm 5-foot-7, with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes, and sharp Eastern European features. I'd say I'm fairly pretty, but I'm not really sure what celeb I'd compare myself too. One of my mom's friends thinks my face reminds her of a much younger Sandra Bullock. That's o.k., I guess.
But my body is my real main attraction. If you looked up "built for fucking" on Google, I'd like to think I'd be one of the first results. I have natural 36DD tits, a 28-inch waist and a 36-inch ass. I can't remember the last time I was with a guy who didn't want to fuck my tits, which is fine with me because I love a good titty-fucking. I also love a good mouth-fucking, pussy-fucking and ass-fucking. Pretty much any kind of fucking, really. Probably not in the ear.
My turnons are pretty cliche, I guess. I love big cocks, I love anal play (giving and receiving) and I really, really love cum. I love making guys cum, I love their reactions and watching it shoot. I love how appreciative they are when I let them cum on my face or in my mouth, especially when I order them to do it. I'm just you're basic big-titted cumslut.
I didn't really slut it up too much in high school because I didn't want to get that kind of reputation. I mostly watched a lot of porn in my room and masturbated a lot. I probably love porn than most guys. I learned some of my best tricks from porn.
One fantasy I've had for a long time is sucking a guy off in public. I never quite settled on where to do it until the days when I would commute from home to university on my hometown's commuter train, with a station that has a 6-level parking garage. The first time I parked there, I realized this would be a perfect place to suck off a hot stranger in his car. I figured I'd never act on it but I found myself thinking about it more and more. I even narrowed it down to hitting on an older guy and getting him to pay me for it. I just never encountered the right guy... until the day I did.
It was a Friday evening and I had taken the train home to visit my parents and friends. I was wearing a black tanktop that showed a lot of cleavage, a denim skirt, and 4-inch black open toe heels. My lipstick and nail polish were both hot pink. I looked damn good, which was nothing new.
There was a bearded guy who looked to be in his mid-30s in the same train car as me who was eyeing my cleavage pretty hard the whole trip. I never mind that kind of attention, especially from a guy like this. I actually kind of like older guys and this one was pretty good looking.
He got off on the same stop as me and I decided to make my move. My dad wasn't going to come pick me up until I called him anyway so I had time. I followed him to the parking garage elevator, and got off on the 5th floor, same as him. It was just the two of us, and I walked slightly behind him. And then I grabbed his hand.
As he turned, I smiled and said, "Excuse me. I saw how you were looking at me on the train, and I'd like to ask you something. How much money do you have in your wallet?"
He looked confused. "Are you trying to rob me?" he asked.