"Pop my Cherry"
She wants to give you her most precious treasure
Chapter 1
by 
AlphaSpiritNY
DISCLAIMER: All individuals in this story are adults. If you are not an adult, you should go play with Legos or something until you can read stories like this.
--"Pop My Cherry"---
by alphaspiritNY
"I want you to pop my cherry!"
It's loud in the club, and the girl has to shout in your face. Her speech is slurred, her thin, white shirt drenched with sweat and . She's got glitter and face paint all over her, tie-dyed bangles and bracelets jangling silently in the raucous cacophony.
"What?" you shout back, you think you heard it right, but...
The girl is tiny, maybe 5'3", barely 100lbs. You know they ID everyone who comes here, but, if you were out in the street, you'd have to check this girl wasn't too young. Her dyed blonde hair is in pigtails and she's got cut-off spandex shorts that hug her tight little hips.
A loud surge in the crowd, bodies pulsing to the bass, people bumping into each other. The little club slut is right in your face, and screams a few sentences, but all you can is what she says at the end, which is, "Pop my cherry!"
So, this happens to you. You're just an ordinary dude, but, for some reason or another, you're a magnet for masochists, sick-in-the-head sluts who want to push their limits and bring out their fucked-up fantasies. Goon girls who are turning into the awful pornography they consume religiously. Freaky, rough, physical fucking. Degrading, humiliating sex acts. Immoral and deplorable degradation.
"You can cum inside me!" Up close to her, you bend down so the little club slut can speak clearly into your ear. "It'll be suuuuuper tight!" she sticks her pink tongue into your earlobe.
For example, this little cunt. She's 18. Blonde, slim and tight. Small, perky, natural tits. A waist you can rock with just one hand. Prime of her life, and a virgin. This hot piece of ass could sell her cunt to a Saudi prince for half a million dollars. But here she is, and she wants to throw her precious virginity away on you, a guy she doesn't even know, in a club late at night where nobody cares about her. She's wasted; pupils dilated from some concoction of , words slurred.