Virgin Slut Cravings.

“God, girl you are so tight and hot. Your pussy feels like it’s on fire.” He mumbled insanely while humping me harder and harder with each stroke, filling the room with the sounds of slapping flesh against flesh. "Shit, you gon make me cum girl. Shit."
"Oh that dick is so good baby. You like that tight pussy don't you sugar?" I felt wicked and dirty asking him that, and it sparked even more passion. I liked the dirty talk, he did too, because he responded. "This pussy is tight and intense sugar. I'm gon fuck the shit out of you."
"I hear you baby, just do it." I died and came back only to die again. I had found my passion and destiny and I was addicted to dick and I was going to do what I had to do and live like I wanted to live. Life was too short to miss out on so much pleasure.

Our one-night stand turned into something regular. I would invite him to my house when I was alone and could dress. I didn't that until I moved to my own place. That's when Chuck and I met many more times and each time was a new set of passion thrills. I loved the way he nested his cock inside me while playing with my nipples, and making them so hard I thought they would cum. I feel as if I’m lactating when he sucks them with his powerful jaws. His cock is something a girl like me dreams about. I feel so good when he gets hard like that and all because of me. I feel so good when he was inside me and I didn’t care what names people call me. That’s their stupidity and their loss. I am happy being a woman, even if I do have a penis, or what I choose to call a large clitoris.
Once I was no longer a virgin, all systems were go. I was ready for other boys and gladly started having sex regular. Sometimes I would have marathons, other times daily, depending on the time of the month and the availability of my lover. Once I considered my womanhood official, I started hormones and grew larger breast. They added to my pleasure because they were more sensitive, and men loved to suck them as much as I loved the feeling I got from their hot mouths and dashing tongues. I knew it was dangerous but I loved it bareback. There is nothing more heavenly than feeling that hot meat plunging my hungry hole and demanding passion. Making love babreback to me is a many splendid thing.