It's funny how a bastard rumor can destroy someone's life sentence. Just a few month ago the snarky and sarcastic kindling high school senior Michelle Jones became a slut. It was tidings to her, and she didn't know where it started. In less than a week, the entire stratum completely believed that she was sucking and fucking every guy that wanted it, they were sure she was blowing guys behind the schooltime and spreading her legs for cock.

It started as most rumors do as whispering in the hallways of her highschool schoolhouse, Midtown schooling of Science and technology, before turning into catty mockery from the more popular fille in the school. She was never very popular herself, her snarky mental attitude and her rankle use of pointing out uncomfortable truths always kept people from getting too close to her. Despite that, she never really was bullied herself, at least she wasn't until she became a slattern. That was when the coughing auditory sensation of"whore"and ‘ slut'started following her in the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall, the men began to eye-fuck her, and the adult female glared at her. At first the caustic teen thought she was just being paranoid, that they weren't talking about her. That lasted until the authorship in the girlfriend's bathroom, and she couldn't deny it any more.

"Michelle sup ”,"Michelle DOE Anal ”,"Mother Jones Inigo Jones For Cock,"the bulwark read - and her personal favorite,"MJ Loves Giving BJs ”. The pressure only got high-pitched when a icon of her in her bra and scanty started being shared in group 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 fear. Somehow individual had found it and gave it out like candy to everyone she knew. Of form this single pic only confirmed to all the people in her class that all the rumors about MJ were true.

That Michelle Jones was a monumental hussy for cock.

It didn't topic 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 them off or fuck them. Normally she was one who shrugged off problem, but this was wearing on even the snarky adolescent ; she was getting more depressed by the day, certain that this would stick 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 forged 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 recognise the name and almost ignored it, but in the end clicked the bear button. When the new contact sent her a data link in a private message, she clicked it in even less meter. It sent her directly to a site filled with well-photoshopped pic of her getting do it and being covered in cum. Her sass gaped open in surprise at the viciousness of the comment calling her a cum-guzzling black whore. There were Sir Thomas More scuttlebutt wondering how much she enjoyed getting her ass fucked, and even regretful ones commenting on how she deserved what she was getting because she was such a useless bitch that only pretended to be a stuck up punk. Incredulously, there even was one saying how she fucked five guys at the Sami time at a party at Liz Toomes'mansion last class. It wasn't true of course, but all the replies on the remark thought it obviously happened.

It was at this point in Michelle's life, the crushing depressing feeling like a weight around her cervix, that Flash Thompson asked her out. He was plentiful, he was good-looking enough, and she had the bright flash of an mind to get her out of the spot. If she went out on the day of the month with heartbeat and kept it prim and prudish, he'd spread word that she was just that - the complete reverse of a trollop. So she bit back on her tongue and didn't yell him by his real 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 ready for a date for one the preppy popular boy in her grade. She kept it bare and to her stylus with a metal band shirt with a green jacket and sloppy pants, while keeping her pilus flowing and wavy like it always was. She was in a great mood, trusted this would work, so she gave Flash a rare smile when he picked her up, and kept it on her face.

When Flash turned away from the restaurant they were going to and instead headed to the park overlooking the metropolis and found a reclusive tip to pull over in, she almost started crying at just how unfair animation was being.

Flash gave her that sleezy grin of his as he pulled out his pecker from his pants that certainly cost Thomas More than MJ's entire outfit. As her hazel-colored oculus stared at the shaft that was already toilsome and twitching eagerly, something inside of her mind just gave up. Every part of the last year came crashing down on the adolescent, too very much for her to manage any more. Her life story up to this point almost seemed over for her, behind her. This was her spirit now, if she accepted it. Everything snotty, snarky, and smart just fell away from MJ's philia, and she opened her back talk.

"I fucking knew it."

flashgun moaned in pleasure as Michelle's hot and wet sassing surrounded his cock. She bobbed her head up-and-down, working his cock deeper into her mouth. Every time the cock thrust against her pharynx, something died inside of the punk stripling. Every gag from the tip of the prick was a last gasping fight against all of the injustice that had been dealt to her, but that girl was disappearing. He was fucking her grimace now, thrusting up to touch her head's downward bob.

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

He was thrusting his cock into her mouth as she drooled around him. Flash didn't layover insulting her there, he cranked it up. Cumrag. Fuckface. Cockslut. Every jabbing into her lip and every degrading piece of work just broke MJ down further. He was right, and deep down Michelle was accepting it. This was her time to come, this was everything. All the time she put into being good at school, her surplus activities in the academic decathlon, how snarky and bitchy she tried to be, zip of it mattered. It was all pointless, because of the cock plowing her sass. She was nothing but a piffling black cocotte for dick.

"I knew you'd give in you piffling squawk. I fucking knew."

Flash's cock was monolithic, stretching her pouty sassing, every word of his degrading ternion punctuated by a thrust deeper into her throat.

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

Michelle Mary Harris Jones was, and she knew it. She wasn't a smartness, strong, self-governing charwoman, she was just a slimy slut. This was a truth that was being burned into her soul as her mouth was fucked. After the calendar month of hearsay, abuse, taunt, after everything she saw of herself on the internet, here she was being facefucked by Flash Benjamin Thompson not even arcminute after she got picked up.

Flash tightened his hands in her curly dark hair as the competitiveness and lighting finally left MJ's eyes. It was at this exact metre that she truly accepted what she was ... and the demand same metre that heartbeat Thompson came in her mouth.

He exploded in her mouth, his warm hands never letting her up to spare herself from the climax. His cock erupted again and again, the messy cum splattering her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth, and of course the book binding of her throat. MJ swallowed and swallowed, sure down to the thick division of her gist that this is where cum belonged, where every man deserved to abandon their load ; inside of her.

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

When flashing finally finished cumming, he relaxed the hands on MJ's wild and curly hair. She didn't move though, didn't retract her oral fissure from his prick. She kept it there, because her mouth was made for a cock to be inside of it. She kept her sassing there on his hammer, unmoving, until he pulled her nerve up by her haircloth and interlace eye with her. His gaze seemed loving, and there was a fraction of a second where Michelle John Luther Jones might birth been saved, might have saved her time to come and repaired the damage that had been dealt to her.

Instead of that mercy, Flash Thompson gaiter in MJ's face.

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

Her eye unfocused and cemented the impairment dealt to her soul. She was in a daze, sitting erect in the movement seat of Flash's mom's car as he opened his side and got out, sticking his head back in and barking at her.

"Get the ass out and get au naturel, slut."

It was like she was watching a video of someone else, some other loose woman that opened the door of the car and stepped into the night. MJ had just let him fuck her look, shove his cock into her once-virginal throat, and swallowed cum for the foremost time. Everyone was right, this fair sex is nothing more than a cockwhore slut.

By the fourth dimension Flash circled the car to her side, she was still standing there staring off into the space. The smack that struck her pretty facial expression startled her, but didn't really hurt.



"I said get naked. Stop dreaming about my cock and get those ugly clothes off. Ugh, you really are so pillock. All you should be is a hole."

Michelle grabbed the butt of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing the creamy black skin of her tum, then thoroughly average perky ‘ b'sized pap pushed up by a gorgeous calamitous bra. She stared down at the shirt, remembering how much she loved the concert she got it at, and all the things she 'd done while wearing it for eld. It was probably her favorite shirt in the world.

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

She revealed her recollective and sparse things to flash bulb as she slid the pants down them, eventually kicking them into the mud with her preferent shirt. All that was left on her was her whitened sneaker and her rival black bra and lacy underwear.

"screw snake pit, look at you. Turn around."

His eyes devoured her like a wolf as she rotated on the spot. She heard him appreciatively exhale as he stared. photoflash's paw were on Michelle's sozzled ass then, groping and caressing the two taut round globes.

"Your ass. Your ass is your unspoilt feature. You thought it was your brain. Or that overbold rima oris of yours. I bet your parents said it was your smile. No, you're so fucking stupid and your mouth only looks sound wrapped around a turncock. I can't even begin to count how many men have fucked this ass. It's definitely the serious thing about you. You have no bosom and are as dumb as a rock'n'roll. Keep going."

The spank came next to accentuate his command, jolting MJ into a gasp. She turned back around to face split second, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. As the fabric fell away from the, they barely moved, their low sizing easily able to defy gravity. They were finally exposed to a man for the starting time time, her nipple and the areolas around them an even darker shade than the rest of her chest. It was just another second to gather her thumbs into her panties and pluck them down, and suddenly Michelle Bobby Jones was completely naked in front of Flash.

"You were built for this, you should know. For stopcock to rape your sassing, to be shoved in your cunt, and to ram your ass. For cum to drip off these mammilla and pass over your face. How pudding head could you have been to think your life history would be for anything else ? Say it, dolt trollop. Say you have the body of a whore and are made for dick."

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

"I have the body of a harlot. I am made for dick."

"Damn fucking right."

He stepped faithful to her, and nearly slipped on the pile of her clothes on the dry land. She heard a ripping auditory sensation as her favorite shirt torus, but not even that brought a reaction to her expression. When New York minute straightened again, he glared down at the flat coat, then at her.

"woof that up and hold that crap in the trash can over there. A slut like you shouldn't wear pants or shirts anyway. It should be a dress, so any guy can fuck you any time he wants."

Mechanically, MJ bent to pluck up her muddy apparel, then carried them to the trashcan. Without caring she dumped the pants, bra, and panties, but held onto the shirt. She stared at the logo on the front, trying to remember the girl she used to be, who had worn this shirt so a lot. Before she could cry, she shoved the shirt into the trash.

"Get back over here and get onto the hood, on your vertebral column, where a slut like you belongs."

She walked back to the car without charge. flare eyed her eagerly as she crawled onto the hood and spread her body over it, feeling the cool metallic element against her ass and her back. Her dark pap were pointed up at the moon. She spread her legs to exhibit her pussy to Flash, knowing what was to come.

"I've wanted this for years."

When he stood between her thigh his pecker seemed even larger than it had in her mouth. Michelle's mouthpiece felt dry. That was even bigger than anything her provisional explorations of her own delight had let her experience. It seemed like it would destroy her. MJ didn't have long to guess, because it was time to let out it for actual. photoflash rubbed that monolithic tool back and Forth over her cunt.

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

"Yeah, you're a nooky jade. I've always known it, you can't wait for this."

Then his mitt guided his turncock to her ingress. His head pushed inside, spreading her open for the initiative clip by a man. He didn't move then, but instead let his eyes wander over Michelle Jones, snarky bitch of his highschool, bedcover naked on the goon of a car.

"You are the pure piece of be intimate meat."

Then he ripped Michelle's virginity away from her.

MJ screamed as his dick surged into her consistency on the number one thrust, only to pull back and thrust deeper on the second. He was moaning his pleasure with every grunting driving force, 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 veridical solace 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 pain, Flash's were only of joy. MJ's formally virginal bitch crushed his cock and milked him with heavenly dedication, worshiping the starting time manfully invasion of her physical structure.

"You were made for this, MJ. Fuck, how can a slovenly woman like you still be this tight ? No curiosity everyone wants to fuck you ! This is your portion, what your lifespan led to !"

Flash started to get laid her harder and harder, and soon he was plowing the entire length of his massive battering shaft into her body. Every thrust caused her boob to jiggle, her sass to gasp, and her face to deform again. She focused her eyes and stared down over her wobbling nipple to where Flash was fucking his cock in-and-out of her pussy. This was heaven. What she saw was better than any Renaissance while of art she had ever seen, skilful than any story she had read, better than anything she had ever experienced. Her puss was split all-inclusive over the monolithic putz, pounding her into her rightful space as a hussy. She was being fucked for the first time ever by a guy she didn't even like, not even half an hr after leaving her house.

How could she be anything but a loose woman ?

instant found her tit for the first clip then, stroking and pinching and crushing them. Her watchword of pain and attempt to campaign his hands off her breasts brought his tending to his face, followed by his swinging deal. Her face twisted to the side as he hit her rightfield in the face.

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

He hit her again and her vision spun. She was for sure there'd be bruises, even on her darkness skin.

"loose woman are for men to use however they want."

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

"Say it, you pudding head cunt, if you understand it."

"My ... strumpet organic structure is for men ... to use ... however they want."

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

"MICHELLE YOU FUCKING loose woman YES, YES, YES ! OH fuck YES ! HERE IT COMES YOU ass BITCHHHHHH !"

Flash Homer Armstrong Thompson's entire body stiffened as he came inside of Michelle Jones. MJ felt his burning hot cum flow mystifying inside her vulnerable and fecund snatch. They didn't plosive screw, so Flash kept pushing his cum where it belonged, right interior of her womb.

It was minutes before flare pulled out of MJ. She laid there on the punk of the car that was probably more expensive than her parent's house, more naked than she'd ever been in strawman of a man, and leaking cum. Flash yawned and stretched his body before grabbing her mortise joint and physically pulling from the lens hood of the car. She crashed into the unsportsmanlike mud of the Mungo Park's solid ground and only gave a footling grunt as a chemical reaction. His hands were in her hair again, pulling her up to her knees and her face to his shaft.

It looked slick and disgusting.

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

MJ gave a quizzical flavor at the cock that changed her life, then opened her mouth and started to fellate. She was a good strumpet, after all .