Who is on top of me? “What are you doing?” He grunts. I found an empty bed, it was a child’s bedroom, I was going to lie down for just a few minutes. I realized my ride had left without me, I was feeling sick and disoriented and needed to sleep until I could walk home. I was thrilled to be at the party, drinking cans of Coors and tossing them in the back yard of the kid whose parents were out of town. I wanted desperately to be part of the cool, older crowd who drank and smoked cigarettes. My parents were known for being strict, so I didn’t get invited out very often. Before that night, I had only been to a couple of parties, most of my wild stories were embellishments. I was being a typical teenager: acting out, rebelling – trying to distance myself from a goody-two-shoes image. My last clear memory was stumbling away from the crowd, looking for a place to sleep. I don’t think about it very often anymore, but every few years I revisit the spiral of shame, and guilt. I’m still not sure if it was my fault, even though I know it wasn’t.
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The night exists for me in a series of flash-bulb images that I can neither piece together nor erase from my memory, despite years of trying. The sex-nazis have closed the gloryholes in my city’s bookstores but, before they did, I was quite the hot slut.The first time I was raped I was 16 years old. I started going to bookstores as soon as I was old enough to be allowed inside them. I loved the thrill of going into the arcade areas knowing that I was going to give my ass to anyone who wanted to cum. I would go several times a week, and I never went home without getting fucked by at least 3 different men. On slow nights, I get my minimum of 3 loads in the ass, on average nights I’d usually get 6 loads, and busy nights I’d get up to 16 loads in my slutty asshole. I had a collection of assless spandex shorts that I’d made and loved going to the bookstores wearing only slip-on shoes with socks (to hold lube & money for the booths) a pair of my assless shorts, and a t-shirt that was just long enough to conceal my exposed buttcheeks from the clerk. As soon as I’d get back into the video arcade area I would tie the t-shirt up around my waist so my asscheeks was fully exposed to any men who were checking out my butt. I wanted them to all know that I was a slut and that I was there for their pleasure.
I loved cruising the dimly lit hallways of the arcades with my ass hanging out an letting men feel me up as I walked by them.
When I’d generated enough interest, I’d make my way to a booth with a couple of gloryholes in it and make sure enough of the men noticed I was going in.
Then, as soon as the door was closed, I’d strip naked, make sure my asshole was properly lubed, feed the video machine and find a gay vid, then wait for the sound of the doors closing from the neighboring booths. It never took long for guys to get in the booths next to mine, and I’d always make sure to display my naked body for them when I saw them looking through the gloryholes before spreading my asscheeks for them and offering my fuckhole to them. Most would scramble to drop their pants and feed their cock through the gloryhole opening, and I’d quickly back my ass onto their drooling cockheads, feeling their cocks getting harder as I positioned the head at the opening of my well-lubed mancunt. God how I love feeling anonymous cocks slipping inside my ass! When I’d feel their cockhead centered on my asshole, I’d push back and feel their meat slide inside me.