It's funny how a cook rumor can destroy someone's life. Just a few months ago the snarky and sarcastic punk high gear school senior Michelle Mary Harris Jones became a fornicatress. It was news to her, and she didn't know where it started. In less than a week, the entire class completely believed that she was sucking and fucking every guy that wanted it, they were sealed she was blowing Guy behind the schoolhouse and spreading her peg for cock.

It started as most rumors do as whispers in the hallways of her senior high schoolhouse, Midtown School of science and Technology, before turning into cattish jeers from the to a greater extent popular young woman in the school. She was never very popular herself, her snarky position and her grating habit of pointing out uncomfortable truths always kept masses from getting too close to her. Despite that, she never really was bullied herself, at to the lowest degree she wasn't until she became a slut. That was when the coughing phone of"whore"and ‘ slut'started following her in the manse, the men began to eye-fuck her, and the adult female glared at her. At starting time the acrid teen thought she was just being paranoid, that they weren't talking about her. That lasted until the writing in the girl's john, and she couldn't deny it any more.

"Michelle Swallows ”,"Michelle Department of Energy Anal ”,"Bobby Jones Joneses For dick,"the rampart read - and her personal favourite,"MJ Loves Giving BJs ”. The pressure only got higher when a picture of her in her bra and panties started being shared in group Old World chat. Oh that made her so mad. She hadn't shared that with anyone - she had meant to post it to the gonewild subreddit anonymously, but backed out at the last second in awe. Somehow mortal had found it and gave it out like candy to everyone she knew. Of course this individual pic only confirmed to all the people in her class that all the rumor about MJ were true.

That Michelle Bobby Jones was a massive slut for cock.

It didn't subject that she denied it.

Michelle denying it had about as much effect as you'd think. Men would hit on her, expecting her to suck up them off or get laid them. Normally she was one who shrugged off job, but this was wearing on even the snarky teenager ; she was getting More depressed by the day, certain that this would stay with her forever. It even started affecting her grades, she was so bothered by it. She thought it was bad then, but it got even spoilt when she found the website.

She was sitting in her bed trying and failing to do her preparation on her laptop when the Discord friend request came. She didn't recognize the figure and almost ignored it, but in the end clicked the bear button. When the new contact sent her a link in a private message, she clicked it in even to a lesser extent time. It sent her directly to a site filled with well-photoshopped photos of her getting have sex and being covered in cum. Her rima oris gaped receptive in surprise at the viciousness of the comment calling her a cum-guzzling dim fancy woman. There were Thomas More commentary wondering how a good deal she enjoyed getting her ass fucked, and even worsened one commenting on how she deserved what she was getting because she was such a useless gripe that only pretended to be a stuck up hoodlum. Incredulously, there even was one saying how she fucked five guy at the Lapp time at a party at Liz Toomes'menage close twelvemonth. It wasn't true of course, but all the replies on the scuttlebutt thought it obviously happened.

It was at this dot in Michelle's life sentence, the crushing depressing feeling like a weight around her cervix, that newsflash Thompson asked her out. He was rich, he was fine-looking enough, and she had the bright flash of an idea to get her out of the site. If she went out on the escort with twinkling and kept it prim and prudish, he'd spread parole that she was just that - the complete opposite of a slut. So she bit back on her knife and didn't call him by his substantial name - Eugene - and said yes, she'd go out with him.

So Michelle Jones did what she'd never thought she'd do ; she got set for a particular date for one the preppy popular male child in her class. She kept it bare and to her style with a metal band shirt with a super acid crown and loose-fitting pants, while keeping her hair flowing and wavy like it always was. She was in a great climate, sure as shooting this would exercise, so she gave Flash a rare smile when he picked her up, and kept it on her face.

When photoflash turned away from the eating place they were going to and instead headed to the park overlooking the city and found a secluded decimal point to force over in, she almost started crying at just how unfair life was being.

instant gave her that sleezy smiling of his as he pulled out his tool from his pants that certainly cost more than MJ's integral outfit. As her hazel-colored oculus stared at the shaft that was already hard and twitching eagerly, something inside of her nous just gave up. Every parting of the last class came crashing down on the teen, too often for her to do by any Sir Thomas More. Her life up to this point almost seemed over for her, behind her. This was her life now, if she accepted it. Everything snotty, snarky, and smart just fell away from MJ's pump, and she opened her mouth.

"I fucking knew it."

Flash moaned in delight as Michelle's hot and wet rima oris surrounded his cock. She bobbed her nous up-and-down, working his dick deeper into her mouth. Every time the cock thrust against her pharynx, something died inside of the punk teen. Every gag from the tip of the hammer was a utmost gasping competitiveness against all of the unfairness that had been dealt to her, but that girlfriend was disappearing. He was fucking her face now, thrusting up to converge her capitulum's down bob.

"I knew you weren't anything more than a cocksucking slut."

He was thrusting his pecker into her mouth as she drooled around him. jiffy didn't stop insulting her there, he cranked it up. Cumrag. Fuckface. Cockslut. Every thrust into her back talk and every degrading study just broke MJ down further. He was proper, and deep down Michelle was accepting it. This was her time to come, this was everything. All the time she put into being beneficial at school, her extra activities in the academic decathlon, how snarky and bitchy she tried to be, nothing of it mattered. It was all pointless, because of the cock plowing her mouth. She was zip but a little disgraceful whore for dick.

"I knew you'd give in you little kick. I fucking knew."

New York minute's cock was monumental, stretching her pouty mouth, every word of his degrading triad punctuated by a thrusting deeper into her throat.

"You're such a fuckslut, MJ. You were made for this. You were made for pecker !"

Michelle Jones was, and she knew it. She wasn't a smart, strong, independent adult female, she was just a worthless slut. This was a the true that was being burned into her soul as her backtalk was fucked. After the calendar month of hearsay, contumely, taunting, after everything she saw of herself on the internet, here she was being facefucked by fanfare Thompson not even minutes after she got picked up.

newsbreak tightened his hands in her curly dark hair as the fight and brightness finally left MJ's oculus. It was at this claim time that she truly accepted what she was ... and the exact same metre that blink of an eye Thompson came in her mouth.

He exploded in her mouth, his strong helping hand never letting her up to spare herself from the climax. His putz erupted again and again, the messy cum splattering her tongue, her teeth, the ceiling of her oral fissure, and of course of action the back of her throat. MJ swallowed and swallowed, certain down to the deep parts of her affectionateness that this is where cum belonged, where every man deserved to empty their shipment ; inside of her.

'' Yes ! Fucking Yes ! You stupid cocksucking, cockhungry cunt ! ``

When Flash finally finished cumming, he relaxed the manus on MJ's wild and curly tomentum. She didn't move though, didn't retract her mouth from his prick. She kept it there, because her mouthpiece was made for a turncock to be inside of it. She kept her backtalk there on his cock, unmoving, until he pulled her case up by her pilus and interlace eyes with her. His gaze seemed hump, and there was a fraction of a sec where Michelle Mary Harris Jones might have been saved, might let saved her future and repaired the legal injury that had been dealt to her.

Instead of that mercy, blink of an eye Homer Armstrong Thompson gaiter in MJ's face.

"You will never, ever, look as soundly as you do sucking cock."

Her centre unfocused and cemented the price dealt to her psyche. She was in a haze, sitting upright in the nominal head seat of photoflash's mom's car as he opened his side and got out, sticking his read/write head back in and barking at her.

"Get the shag out and get naked, slut."

It was like she was watching a video of person else, some other slut that opened the door of the car and stepped into the night. MJ had just let him fuck her face, shove his cock into her once-virginal throat, and swallowed cum for the first time. Everyone was right, this woman is nothing to a greater extent than a cockwhore slut.

By the sentence Flash circled the car to her side, she was still standing there staring off into the distance. The slap that struck her pretty look startled her, but didn't really hurt.



"I said get naked. arrest dreaming about my dick and get those wretched dress off. Ugh, you really are so stupid. All you should be is a hole."

Michelle grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her top dog, revealing the creamy black skin of her stomach, then thoroughly average out chirpy ‘ b'sized nipple pushed up by a gorgeous bootleg bra. She stared down at the shirt, remembering how a lot she loved the concert she got it at, and all the matter she 'd done while wearing it for years. It was probably her favorite shirt in the world.

MJ dropped it in the mud, then unbuttoned her pants.

She revealed her farsighted and slenderize thing to Flash as she slid the pants down them, eventually kicking them into the mud with her favorite shirt. All that was left on her was her white tennis shoe and her matching black bra and lacy underwear.

"Fucking hell, look at you. change state around."

His eyes devoured her like a beast as she rotated on the spot. She heard him appreciatively exhale as he stared. Flash's deal were on Michelle's miserly ass then, groping and caressing the two taut turn globes.

"Your ass. Your ass is your Best feature of speech. You thought it was your brain. Or that fresh sassing of yours. I bet your parents said it was your smile. No, you're so fucking stupid and your mouth only looks good wrapped around a cock. I can't even start out to matter how many men have fucked this ass. It's definitely the best thing about you. You have no nipple and are as silent as a rock. Keep going."

The spank came next to punctuate his control, jolting MJ into a gasp. She turned back around to face Flash, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. As the fabric fell away from the, they barely moved, their pocket-size size easily able to defy soberness. They were finally exposed to a man for the first time, her pap and the areolas around them an even darker shade than the rest of her chest. It was just another irregular to tuck her quarter round into her panties and pluck them down, and suddenly Michelle Jones was completely naked in presence of Flash.

"You were built for this, you should acknowledge. For stopcock to plunder your mouth, to be shoved in your puss, and to ram your ass. For cum to drip off these tits and cover your face. How stupid could you have been to think your life would be for anything else ? Say it, unintelligent slut. Say you have the eubstance of a whore and are made for dick."

MJ's articulation was hollow of emotion, but not of conviction. She knew what she was saying was true, even if she didn't want to say it.

"I have the consistence of a whore. I am made for dick."

"hoot fucking right."

He stepped skinny to her, and nearly slipped on the pile of her dress on the priming. She heard a ripping sound as her favorite shirt tore, but not even that brought a reaction to her case. When blink of an eye straightened again, he glared down at the dry land, then at her.

"Pick that up and shed that diddlysquat in the ice can over there. A slut like you shouldn't wear pants or shirts anyway. It should be a dress, so any guy can sleep with you any meter he wants."

Mechanically, MJ knack to pick up her muddy clothes, then carried them to the trashcan. Without caring she dumped the pants, bra, and panties, but held onto the shirt. She stared at the logotype on the front line, trying to remember the girl she used to be, who had worn this shirt so much. Before she could cry, she shoved the shirt into the trash.

"Get back over here and get onto the strong-armer, on your backbone, where a slut like you belongs."

She walked back to the car without charge. photoflash eyed her eagerly as she crawled onto the hood and spread her consistence over it, feeling the coolheaded metal against her ass and her back. Her sinister pap were pointed up at the moon. She spread her legs to display her cunt to Flash, knowing what was to come.

"I've wanted this for years."

When he stood between her second joint his pecker seemed even with child than it had in her mouth. Michelle's mouth felt dry. That was even bigger than anything her tentative explorations of her own delight had let her experience. It seemed like it would put down her. MJ didn't have long to think, because it was meter to discover it for veridical. instant rubbed that massive cock back and Forth over her cunt.

MJ gasped as a jolt of surprise pleasure reached her brain from his rubbing.

"Yeah, you're a fucking slut. I've always known it, you can't waiting for this."

Then his hand guided his dick to her entrance. His forefront pushed inside, spreading her loose for the starting time sentence by a man. He didn't move then, but instead let his eyes wander over Michelle Casey Jones, snarky cunt of his high, spread naked on the hood of a car.

"You are the perfect piece of shtup meat."

Then he ripped Michelle's virginity away from her.

MJ screamed as his pecker surged into her consistence on the low thrust, only to attract back and driving force deeper on the second. He was moaning his pleasure with every grunting thrust, just as MJ's face twisted and contorted in both pain and pleasure. It shocked her, but she was enjoying it. That wasn't a rattling comfort to her, for it only reinforced her idea that she was just a little cock-hungry slut.

While MJ's cries and gasps were mixed with bother, flash's were only of pleasure. MJ's formally virginal cunt crushed his tool and milked him with celestial dedication, worshiping the first manly invasion of her trunk.

"You were made for this, MJ. ass, how can a slut like you still be this tight ? No wonder everyone wants to hump you ! This is your fate, what your lifespan led to !"

Flash started to love her harder and harder, and soon he was plowing the full distance of his massive battering cock into her body. Every thrust caused her mammilla to jiggle, her oral cavity to gasp, and her nerve to contort again. She focused her centre and stared down over her wobbling bosom to where Flash was fucking his cock in-and-out of her bitch. This was heaven. What she saw was better than any renaissance piece of art she had ever seen, better than any taradiddle she had read, better than anything she had ever experienced. Her cunt was split wide over the monumental shaft, pounding her into her rightful piazza as a trollop. She was being fucked for the offset time ever by a guy she didn't even like, not even half an hour after leaving her house.

How could she be anything but a hussy ?

Flash found her boob for the first-class honours degree time then, stroking and pinching and crushing them. Her shout of pain and attempt to push his hands off her breasts brought his attention to his face, followed by his swinging hand. Her face twisted to the side as he hit her right in the face.

"Sluts don't get to say no to men."

He hit her again and her visual modality spun. She was sure there'd be bruise, even on her dark skin.

"Sluts are for men to use however they want."

She groggily nodded, but that wasn't sufficiency for Flash.

"Say it, you dullard cunt, if you understand it."

"My ... slut body is for men ... to use ... however they want."

He started grabbing, squeezing, and pinching her breasts again. The nuisance flared up even worse this time, but she didn't try to stop him. She could feel every inch plough into her guts from below. Flash's fucking was frantic now, and the teen was openly crushing her breasts in his deal and squeezing as hard as he could.

"MICHELLE YOU FUCKING SLUT YES, YES, YES ! OH fucking YES ! HERE IT cum YOU FUCKING BITCHHHHHH !"

Flash Homer A. Thompson's entire body stiffened as he came inside of Michelle Jones. MJ felt his combustion hot cum rate of flow cryptic inside her vulnerable and fat slit. They didn't stay fucking, so split second kept pushing his cum where it belonged, right field inside of her womb.

It was minutes before wink pulled out of MJ. She laid there on the bonnet of the car that was probably more expensive than her parent's house, more bare than she'd ever been in front man of a man, and leaking cum. Flash yawned and stretched his organic structure before grabbing her ankle and physically pulling from the hood of the car. She crashed into the pestiferous mud of the park's ground and only gave a footling grunt as a response. His hands were in her hair again, pulling her up to her knees and her face to his hammer.

It looked silken and disgusting.

"You know what to do with this, don't you slut ?"

MJ gave a quizzical look at the cock that changed her life, then opened her oral cavity and started to take in. She was a soundly slut, after all .