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Erotic Endeavors.

You may wonder about me. A lot of people do. The mystery that lies in my eyes; the desire that dwindles within my body. The complete wickedness that lies within my spirit. Don't be fooled. I'm no saint. No angel. No savior. I don't intend to be. Now, some may take that as an insult while some will appreciate it. Which-ever suits you best. With wickedness comes, lust .. sadistic desire and need. I fancy both. There's so much more to sex than meets the eye. The touching, the moaning, the utter roughness; while all of those are great contributions to the art of sex, it doesn't define it. Yeah, you have your book definition of what sex is, but that's a bunch of bullshit that modest-fucks came up with in order to refrain from offending anyone. No, no .. Sex is captivating. Sex is powerful. Sex is beautiful. The idea of two individuals expressing their passion, love and desire for each other; that's moving. Whether it being a slow and steady love-making quo or a rough, passionate fuck. I personally am in love with the rough and aggressive fuck. Slapping me around, choking me, pulling my hair; just taking me over in general. Not just physically, but mentally. Let your partner make you feel as though you belong to them. You are their's. You need them.

I experienced that for myself. I stripped for a while; 2 years to be exact. Whenever I first started out, I didn't know what the fuck I was going to get myself into. I was only about 18 at the time. I was scared shitless. The girls in the dressing room would call me "New Pussy" for the first couple of weeks. I think back on it now and it's sort of amusing. Anyway, I remember it had been my second week there and I was slowly but surely getting into the drift of things. It soon came to the point where I had been making about 12,000 a WEEK. I'd become the sole favorite to the audience; both guys and girls. Being young and working at a strip club, I never really was "taught" about sex and sexual activity in general. Being in school, helped only alittle; Book-sex isn't the same. I was young, fresh ... a virgin so I hadn't quite "peaked" yet; though I'd been fully developed and all. Well, on this particular night I was making all the money as usual and my boss at the time sort of took a liking to me. It's funny now because whenever I first started out, he fucking hated me; mainly because I constantly mouthed-off at him. But anyway, I finished my set on stage and I'd been walking back towards the dressing room when my boss, "Vick" approaches me from around the corner.

Alittle about Vick; He's about 6'5, pushing atleast 290. He didn't have the best shape in the world. Alittle pudgy. Dark eyes. I mean, dark as ever. There was something disturbing about the way he'd stare at you. It was almost psychotic. He was balding, with a porn-stache. Did I mention he was old enough to be my dad; 56 to be exact. So yeah, he walks up to me, with a smirk curving up along the corners of his thin lips. " ... I need to talk to you about your weekly profit..". He says. I raise my brow, instantly knowing that was a bunch of bullshit. Since when did Vick ever talk to me or any of the other girls about our "weekly profit"? I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay ..". I say. In an instant he turns and walks off in the direction of his office, expecting me to follow, which I did. We walk inside his office and I see some strange man sitting over in the corner; he may have been his brother because they sure as hell looked alike. Instantly I became nervous. I don't bother giving the guy any more attention as I turn back to face Vick. "This is Stan.". He introduces. Stan nods, looking my body up and down as he smokes on his cig. Before I could say anything more, Vick pushes me down against the edge of his desk; bending me over. I started to scream out; my body shaking and quivering at what was going on. "Vick! What the fuck are you doing? Vick .. The Fuck!?". I yell out. He grunts and groans out; keeping his massive hand placed on my lower back, keeping me down while the other rapidly began undoing his pants. "I'm sick of you talking to me any way you can, Kira! That shit is gonna stop ...". He breathes out. ".. It's time to break you in ..". He groans ...

Stan stares on, biting his lower lip as he watches on; finishing the last of his cig before putting out the but. He grabs his throbbing bulge, biting his lower lip. "Shit, man .. Break that bitch in". He groans and mutters. Vick fishes his meaty cock through his pants as he tears away my skimpy thong. I continue to cry out; my body trying to jolt away from him. He spits in his hand, giving his his cock a messy , quick stroke before ramming his fuckstick inside my virgin cunt. Something happened, though .. I no longer became afraid anymore. I was no longer in pain. If anything, I felt that hunger for more. That drive .. Vick lets out a loud grunt, his massive hands clasping my ass cheeks as he punishes my pussy from behind. "Ooh, shit. Such a nice little cunt. Such a nice little pussy ...". He groans and repeats. I let out a whimper, followed by another .. and another. By then, I was groaning and moaning with him. "That's it Kira, take it all for daddy ..". He mutters. I lick my lips; feeling his hairy, cum-filled balls smack up against my pussy lips. "Fuck my pussy. It feels so good, Vick .. it feels so fucking good". I breathe out. Our skin colliding against one another echoing throughout the room. "Shit ..". He grunts, bucking his hips against me like a mad-man..

Vick pulls out, only to turn me over on my back as I sit atop his desk. He licks his lips, stroking his hard, messy cock against my tight entrance. He glances over at Stan, "..Come get a feel of this fuckin' pussy, man ..". He calls him over. I bite my bottom lip, glancing over at Stan as he stands up, his erect cock dangling in between his legs as he gives it a nice stroke. He stands in between my legs. He leans in, kissing my lips instantly, his fat dick thrusting inside me almost instantly. I whimper against his lips has he pulls back, staring into my eyes. "Take it, don't you fuckin' dare. Take it all. I want you to feel me fucking your tight cunny. " . He grunts against my lips as he forces himself back into me. I let out another lust-filled cry, keeping my eyes on him as he fucks me. He grunts out, reaching in and groping my massive tits. "Ooh, fuck. Such a tight bitch, such a fuckin' tight bitch. Ooh, good job baby. You're doing so well ..". He grunts out. Vick walks over to me, leaning in and sucking on my tits, nibbling and sucking on my nipples. It felt fucking marvelous. "You belong to us now, Kira. All of you .. Belongs to us". Vick whispers against my lips. I nod my head like an obedient student. Stan picks up pace, fucking me like an animal in heat. "S-Tan ...". I stammer with my words as I gaze up at him; my tits bouncing around erratically. "Oh, shit!". I squeal out; feeling his fat dick pummel me deeply. "Ooh, fuuuuuuck! Kira, baby.". He grunts out.

We spent alittle over 3 hours in the office; playing with one another; while both Stan and Vick used me like their personal whore; which I sort of was for the next 4 months. We would all meet up in some random alleyway and fuck out in public. Good times, good times. Do I miss it? Sometimes I think about it. They both treated me so well, I must say.

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