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Chapter 6 by Miss-Lau

What's next?

OK, I’ll ask him to pull out.

OK, I’ll ask him to pull out. I should have spoken earlier. Maybe he will like to cum on my tits. I want to see that. I want to feel his essence splatter on my front. Him pumping my kitty feels good. I’ll wait just a minute more. Then I’ll ask him.

He is pounding me very hard now, now with a deep thrust, he moans deeply and collapses heavily on me. It is ,… it is thrilling to have taken his essence deep inside me. Oh, well… It is too late to say anything now.

I am a woman and a slut, fucked hard by a man. Fucked hard by Jack. Wait, Jack is the name of the cock. What was his name again? Did he actually tell me? I really am I slut now, I don’t know this man’s name, just his cock.

With a deep breath he rolls off me, going to sleep beside me. I can breath fully now, without his weight on me. My skin is flushed and warm and happy. My unwanted innocence is spoiled. I want to continue being a slut. My kitty is dripping. I grab a towel from the back of my desk chair to wipe myself clean.

While Jack sleeps, I check my schoolbag for my homework. I seem to have written an essay on poetic structures in Blake and the Blowjobs. I haven’t seen that book before, but it is a school book, published by Chyoa. With a title like that my simple slutty wish must have messed up the whole world. My PE class now has a textbook, with an explicit picture of mixed Graeco-Roman wrestling on the cover. I thumb through it and look at the table of contents. There is a chapter on cunnilingus, another on giving a blowjob, different sex positions, etc… Life after my wish has really changed everything. I start reading the chapter on giving blowjobs. I suspect, I will need to know this soon.

Mom shouts from downstairs, “Darling, you have a gentlemen caller, Mike is here.”

“Be right down” Now I need to throw on some clothes quickly. I quickly open my wardrobe, but my old clothes are gone, everything looks slutty. Except the winter coat. Wearing that would be silly. In a panic I look around, I grab that wet towel and wrap it around myself.

Do I run downstairs in a towel or try to quickly get on some clothes?

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