How I became a slut

“A little,” I answered.

“Only a little? Well then, you aren’t doing it good enough! Move those fingers faster and harder.”

My fingers were working just enought to satisfy them when the inevitable happened – my juices started to flow and I started getting really horny. All eyes were on me and the room was silent except for my tormentor.

She told me to stop massaging my clit and to insert a finger into my “sloppy wet” vagina. I pushed my middle finger in as far as it would go and she told me to insert another. When I finally had 3 fingers inside me, she told me to “fuck yourself”. So I did. My thumb was pressed against my clit and I fucked myself with my fingers like a whore.

I kept doing it harder and faster, bucking my hips against my hand, feeling all those hostile eyes on me and it was all I could take. I orgasmed right there, moaning and writhing, pushing against my own hand, while my roommate laughed at me.

She called me a slut and left with her friends, who in the future knew they too could make me do whatever they wanted – and to their boyfriends too.