Sierra's Memories

Sierra knees shook as she leaned back against the desk she'd just been so roughly fucked against. Her assailant’s cum oozed thickly from her wet cunt, raising goosebumps on her skin as it dropped to the floor. Yet for all that she hadn’t wanted him, her body was betraying her. He’d cum - but she hadn’t. A deep ache suffused her cunt as it tried to remind Sierra that she no longer had a cock inside of her, fueling the heated tingling that still crawled along under her skin.

But one problem could solve another. The bastard had stolen her clothes, and there was still several hours before the office would be empty enough for her to dart back to her desk and call Vanessa to come get her. But that just meant that she’d get paid to masturbate. Strangely, it didn’t occur to her to fear getting in trouble. Somehow, she knew that if anything happened Sir would take care of it.

Her fingers were quick to bring the heat in her belly back up to a boil. One hand strummed her clit, slick with her juices mixed with cum. The other played her breasts, finally giving them the attention they deserved. She loved having her tits toyed with, and the asshole had ignored them.

As she closed her eyes and leaned back against the desk, Sierra let her mind drift back, wondering just how it had come to this…

It was hard to imagine, but she’d actually made it to eighteen before losing her virginity. Sierra didn’t know what it meant to be a slut at that point and she desperately wanted to get fucked. The problem was boys. Just…so many boys. She could feel them staring at her, drooling after her like dogs after a steak. But for all their need to get in her pants, they didn’t have…something. There were a few who were aggressive enough to be sort of interesting, but get them alone and they were all hands and teeth, just trying to get their little dicks wet.

But during spring break, one of the pipes in the basement had burst. The plumber that her parents had called in, he hadn’t been a boy. Oh no. And one look at Sierra and he knew exactly what he wanted and how he was going to get it.

Her parents left for a shopping trip, leaving her alone to “watch” him as he fixed the pipe. And oh, did she watch him. He’d stalked toward her, eyes pinning her in place. Then it was his hand holding her upright against the wall, pulling her up onto her toes as he grabbed the front of her dress and yanked it down. She wasn’t wearing  bra.

Nor was she wearing panties.

He’d picked her up without asking, forcing her legs open with his hips. She’d masturbated before, but she’d never expected a man to be so forceful. So demanding.

So in control.

She nearly came has his cock thrust inside of her. She was hot, slick with need, but her young body had never been used like this. Sierra half moaned, half screamed as her virgin pussy clenched in protest at his sudden invasion. But the plumber didn’t care. He just thrust again, deliberately grinding his pelvis against her clit each time he bottomed out. Then when he came, hard and deep inside of her, it as if she had discovered the most glorious sensation in the world. A part that she never knew was missing suddenly clicked into place.

And that was how Sierra knew she was destined to be a fuck toy.

She started sleeping with boys at school after that. It would have wrong to call it dating. All she did was fuck. And fuck. And fuck.

Some used condoms. Most didn’t. She was learning more about how to please men. How to touch them. Lick them. Suck them. Tease them. Most didn’t really have the stamina to keep up with her, but that was alright. It wasn’t as good as when they came in her, but Sierra was just as addicted to spray of semen landing on her skin.

Her favorites, though, were those who fucked her tits. There was just something particularly whorish about having a hard cock dragged across her nipples, leaving long, shiny streaks of precum behind. that was always good for an orgasm or two, and that was before they got into her cunt!

By the time she got to college, Sierra was nearly the perfect slut. Almost too perfect. What was the point of going to class when there was cock to be had? Nearly half the freshmen class - boys and girls - lost their virginity to Sierra's need for sex. Classes went by without her in them, tests were passed on her back in a professor’s office.

Sex,Sex. And more sex.

It was incredible, nearly her dream life. But the more she fucked around, the less satisfying it seemed. Everyone used her, no one claimed her. The boy she fucked Saturday would be on the arms of another girl by Sunday. Worse, he’d stay there. Oher girls might not have put out as often, but they did put out.  And everyone knew she was a slut, so no one wanted to keep her.

Not, at least, until Vanessa.

It had been yet another frat party. Once again, Sierra was getting passed around faster than the free booze. Somehow or other she ended up caught in the middle, a hard cock drilling into her pussy as a wet cunt drowned her from above. Sierra enjoyed fucking other girls, but this one was different. She was pushing the guy around, even as he pounded into Sierra. And after he’d blown his load, she’d kicked him.

“God, I thought he was never going to cum,” the other girl giggled as she turned around and mounted Sierra from above. Sierra gasped as a pair of fingers dug into her cunt, helping to scoop out the cum that was already starting to leak.

“Though at least he left a fairly decent amount behind.”

“What-” Sierra's question was cut off as the other girl kissed her. That was rare enough. Rarer still was the passion behind the kiss.

“Shut up, slut.” The words were harsh and kind. “You belong to me now.”

And so it was. Sierra had finally found someone strong enough and brave enough to claim her for good. And oh gods, was Vanessa great. So good that Sierra almost completely forgot about cock, not when she had Vanessa’s tongue…or her toys. Such wonderful, wonderful toys.

The two moved in together. Went clubbing together. Vanessa’s job promoted her again and again. Everything was looking up, and so they started looking at houses. Something quiet in the suburbs. Something large enough to not disturb the neighbors when Haley truly screamed.

Until…

“There you are, lass.”

Sierra's eyes fluttered open, only to find a familiar face waiting for her in the doorway office. Sir was standing there with his arms crossed, his blue eyes carefully neutral. She knew he could see the condition that she was in, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out how she had gotten there.

“Please, Sir,” Sierra whimpered as she slid off the desk onto all fours. She crawled across the floor, offering him puppy dog eyes. “Please.”

“Do as you need, lass,” he answered softly.

Sierra smiled and reached for the zipper of his pants. It wasn’t long before she had his cock out - his wonderfully hard, thick cock - and started to suck on it. She took it deep into her mouth, reveling in his taste as a familiar feeling began to creep up on her. Something more than just the warm tingle spreading from her cunt, or the slight pull at her clit as he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples.

It was the sense of purpose, of completion.

The use of her body as his slut.

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