My name is Anne. I am an attractive intelligent 24 year old living in Manhattan. I love living in Manhattan. It is fun and you can usually find people of all sorts here. Sure, it is expensive to live here but due to the hard work of my great-grandfather, I don't need to worry about it.
I grew up in Ohio, in a very sheltered environment. I lived with my parents and siblings and had a lavish lifestyle with chauffer driver car and all the associated goodies that come with money. But luckily, I was sent to New York to attend college. There, I found out how much I had missed out in life! Shelley was the ultimate party machine and she taught me a lot and held my hand when I got my nipples pierced.
After college, my parents insisted that I marry Chad "Old Money" Pembroke but I was hooked on the good life. One date with Chad taught me that he basically needed a breeder, spitting out a baby every 2 years till there were 5 runts running around the house.
Luckily, my grandma came to my rescue. She felt that I was still too young and that I should work for a while. Well, calling it work would be an insult to 99% of New York City's population because all I did was attend the weekly foundation meeting (we discussed grant applications for money from our family foundation) and spent 4-5 hours a week reading the applications and reports. That left me enough time to shop, eat out, hang out and my favorite - "Thursday Romp".
You see, Shelley taught me a lot but not all. I went a few steps beyond her, rings in my clit, pussy lips (one each in outer, 4 each in inner), belly button and a tongue stud. I also collected a small harem, guys with stamina and drive. The deal with them was simple, they would come over to my place every thursday morning and fuck me till they were completely drained and exhausted. They must not have sex with anyone else and not do any kind of drugs. And I helped them with many things, getting job, loan guarantees etc. I did not discriminate. White, Black, Hispanic, Asian.... I had all kinds. I started with 3 but soon I was up to 10 when I decided that I needed a truck to bring in all the condoms! (Pills never suited me). So, I got my tubes tied. Drastic step but it lead to another discovery. I *loved* cum. Eating it, drinking it and most importantly, drowning in it. I ended up recruiting even more guys.
I would start my thursdays with a good shower, shave and enema and lube myself. I would lay a plastic sheet on my bed (huge custom thing, twice the size of a King) and lay myself naked on it. All the guys had keys to my place and they would start coming in around 9:30am, usually in twos and threes. They would drop all their clothes in the living room and then enter my bedroom and proceed to fuck me. Usually, the first two are Raul and Chang (expert cunt lickers). On rare occasions, Joe would make it early and rim my asshole (before any cocks have gone in). Usually, the last man would leave by 9pm and I would pass out soon after, waking up on Friday covered in cum, sore and hurting. I would eat as much cum as possible to compensate for lack of lunch and dinner the previous day. Yum...
I can accomodate 2 cocks in my cunt, 2 in my mouth and one in my ass. During the midday lull, fisting my cunt is always fun as well as pulling my clit ring till I was in a blur of orgasms. I liked pain a little bit. One thing that Shelley could never teach me was drinking piss. Her motto was "A dick can only give necter".
Anyways, Shelley called me and said that she was coming to NYC for a visit. Yay! She was living in LA and working very hard. It had been 3 years since we saw each other last. It was decided that we shall meet for breakfast at 9am on thursday after all her meetings were done. I so desperately wanted to show her my harem and perhaps be fuck-sisters for the day. I told my guys to come at 8pm, so that I could tease her the whole day before surprising her. I was giddy as a schoolgirl.
Thursday comes and Shelley walks in wearing a business suit. We hug and kiss and start catching up. Pretty soon, I wanted to pull out a gun and ask this woman in front of me what she has done to my Shelley. She went on and on about how segregation is good, Blacks are lazy, the civilization is declining.... My heart was crushed. After breakfast, we went shopping for a while and I faked an emergency and ran back home where I simply dissolved in tears. Why? Why did it have to happen to such a wonderful person? Shelley may have been a party girl but she was a great person. Not a bad thought towards anyone. And here was the new Shelley, morally corrupt in the guise of being good!
