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Flashback

I was reviewing my body count list (yes I keep a list) and realized I never related all of my sexual past, including two specific periods. I’m being nostalgic on our flight to Spain, but after everything that has transpired. But I wondered I would give you a little more backstory on my transformation from horny latina schoolgirl to full blown fuckdoll and cumslut. It was a series of relationship failures and missteps until one fateful meeting. And then a life changing detour during pandemic and another fateful meeting.

Part One after breaking up my high college boyfriend, Jason, during the first couple of years of school.

Part Two after daddy and I stopped fucking, but before I went back to school.

**Part One:**

Although I’ve talked about Jason before, here is a little synopsis. Initially I sucked his cock and he did cum that way, but he never came in my mouth. I think it was just an innocent thing, but also a `good girls don’t do that’ thing for both of us. But I got pretty good at sucking cock as we went months doing that before we fucked. Once we started fucking that was at all times our foreplay, but we had what I would now call straight forward sex. Just a blowjob, then missionary or doggy, although sometimes in fun and innovative places. He at all times came in my pussy after I got on the pill (thanks to Mom and my latex allergy). But before graduation we broke up. So, that summer was a masturbatory exploration phase when I learned to use everything and anything to get myself off. Lessons I would later pass on to sweet sweet Madison (Mmmm 😉 ). But I went off to school as a rather innocent freshman and my dorm roommate was my bestie Lexi. Believe it or not, she too was quite innocent then. Oh how the slutty have fallen. She had one boyfriend in high college (he went to a different college) and had lost her virginity to him as well. But they also broke up early in the summer. They were heading to different colleges and it was not gonna work. I think back to then and we never even talked about sex much. She dated a few guys freshman year off and on until she met Javi toward the end of that year. I did not have any serious boyfriends, but I was getting fucked some. I just was not telling anyone about it. The first was a frat guy I met early in that first year named Andy. At my first drunken frat party I ended up leaving with him and he fucked me in his dorm room. I just assumed everyone in school was fucking and after a sumer with no sex I was ripe. He asked about a condom and I told him I did not like condoms and so he did not use one. But he pulled out and basically forced me to take it in my mouth. He grabbed my head and forced me down. I was a little taken aback. I never swallowed before and spit it out the first time, but I could taste it after and I wondered well that wasn’t so bad. Most girls when they talked said it was gross. So we became a regular thing. When they had a party and I was there we would end up fucking. We started fucking in other guys rooms in the frat house. He was a freshman, so not living in the frat house yet, but we borrowed someone’s room. Each time he pulled out and grabbed my hair pulling me down to unload in my mouth. I fought a little, figuring it was part of the game. “No don’t make me do it, I’m a nice girl” sort of thing. The reality was I wanted him to cum in my mouth. But I did not want him to know that. So I spit it out the second time too, into a beer bottle. The third time I faked spitting it out and decided to swallow it. I wondered I was supposed to hate it so I reacted with disgust, but my fetish was developing already. I liked returning to the party with that cum taste lingering. My own little secret. I wondered of myself as a frat party cum slut even then. The next few times I sought him out and anticipated him cumming so I could kneel and receive my reward, happily. I realized he was an asshole outside of the frat house though (when we were both sober). And when I pushed him to begin dating me, like actual dates, he balked. He just wanted to fuck me and use me as a cum dump. Ironically now I would be fine with it, but at the time I wondered I was better than that. And after my experience with Jason I wondered I was being used again. So I ended that.

With that I redirected and started soliciting random guys at bars. Through the frat guys we had both gotten fake IDs. Lexi was my wingman but she was not aware of a lot of my sluttiness. Generally they were hitting on her, more than me, but when she rejected them I was the fallback and I was more than eager to suck any of their cocks. My body count was only 2 for the next several months as I never fucked any of them. But I sucked off probably 25+ different guys in their car or in the bathroom or back at their place. And several I sucked off more than once. I had a bit of a reputation as a sure thing if you needed your cock sucked. I was secretly enjoying the numerous flavors of cum and craving that more than wanting a relationship or even sex. I was well on my way to cumslut but naively thinking these guys might also date me. The next guy I fucked was Ben: Ben the Bartender. Big burly Ben was a true gentle soul and very attentive to the ladies. He knew we were underage but still served us (checking our fake IDs every time and shaking his head) and watched out for us. He even gave us a ride home a few times. One Saturday night Lexi was not there, she had a date I think, and he and I talked more than usual. He told me to stay; that I should not go home alone. I was pretty drunk and being slutty. So around closing we ended up going in the back and he fucked me in the cold storeroom on top of the cases of beer. That pattern continued for the next few weekends as Lexi had more dates with that guy. I would hang around and fuck Ben after they closed. Or suck his cock in his car when he dropped me off at my dorm. Then that ended when his girlfriend came into the bar one night; he never mentioned her. Probably bad for tips I and for banging dumb coeds (like me). I was pissed and flipped him the finger calling him an asshole in front of her and stopped gonna that bar.

I was fuming when I came into the room and Lexi was surprisingly there. She had broken up with that guy and was in an equally pissy mood. We bitched about guys and got drunk in our room. That was the first time we really talked about sex. I told her I had been fucking Ben and and he had a girlfriend. She said “I know that…. you slut.” I said “What about you?” She said she ended it because he didn’t satisfy her and had a small dick. We laughed our asses off comparing men. At that point our body count was similar but I was surprised she said she was already at 5 and I was at 3. She made a joke that night, while drunk, which I now realize was probably semi serious when she said “We should just give up on men and be lesbian lovers.” We didn’t. But maybe she was right.

It was in the next week or so that Lexi met Javi. I had actually met him first, but I was more into white guys at the time and he was into petite blonde bitches. So we did not hit it off. But when he saw me with her at some mixer for some club thing he came up and I introduced him as he was seemingly into her. I was on my own then because she was busy with a new guy. Her first brown guy and she was pretty infatuated. In retrospect I dodged a bullet. But I was a bit jealous at first. Why not me? So I decided I needed another casual thing. One of the guys I had sucked off at the bar a couple of times was Cam. I decided to take him up on his frequent invitation to his frat house since I wanted to drink and did not want to go back to Ben’s bar or Andy’s frat. Predictably I got drunk and fucked Cam a couple of times. He was a sophomore and had a room in the frat house. I wondered that was cool. Well the third time we were gonna fuck was when he asked me about taking X and then drugged me with rohypnol and date raped me – long story if you did not read it but basically I just wondered I had a bad experience with X. It was only later I realized I was raped by Cam and most likely both of his roommates Wes and Jeff. And they never spoke to me again. Hard lesson learned there. My body count had suddenly jumped to 6 (assuming Wes and Jeff fucked me) and my self worth was plummeting. I had also put on about 15 pounds drinking and eating like shit my freshman year. Freshman year ended with me pretty depressed.

I did not even see Lexi much over the summer. She was dating Javi of course and I assumed it was mostly just that. I was jealous of her having a boyfriend, and having a brown skinned boyfriend no less. I did have a summer job. It sucked and that was apropos because I spent the summer sucking the cocks of my coworkers. I did not want to date any of them so I resorted to fulfilling my growing cum lust instead. It was one of those putt-putt and games places. We returned to college in the fall and shared a room but we were more distant to each other now. I wondered she did not approve of my whoring. And I was jealous that she had a relationship and I did not. I found out later that it was mostly her identity crisis because she found out she was adopted. And she was with Javi mostly to throw it in Nancy’s face because she did not approve of him. That would be a tragic mistake later as he plied her with drugs. I decided to value myself more that year and did not return to my cock sucking services at least not randomly. I was holding out for a boyfriend now. But I was not as hot with my weight gain and pickings were slim.

There was one guy in one of my classes named Marc. He was a little heavier set but super sweet and I flirted with him. I stalked him, my earliest stalking, and made sure to bump into him between classes after that. I pursued him pretty aggressively and it worked. We soon were having coffee together between classes and hanging out a bit on campus. But he was sort of shy and he never would ask me out or anything. I finally took matters into my own hands and after class one day I pulled him into a handicapped/family bathroom with a lockable door and sucked his cock for him. He did not withstand and I hoped it would result in a date. Pretty stupid. What it resulted in was me sucking his cock after class every MWF for the next week or so. I got exasperated and asked him if he was ever gonna ask me out. He was sort of weird about it but said, sure let’s go out and then it was another two weeks of sucking his cock before we went out. It was just an excuse for me. I wanted to “date” before we fucked. So we ended up having a very short date and gonna his place and fucking. He fucked me twice cumming down my throat the first time and then he came in my pussy. His place had been pretty dark and I was a little drunk when we came in so I did not pay much attention – I was cock fixated. But after he came in my pussy the second time I went to the bathroom and that was when I saw all the female products. Motherfucker. I stormed back into the bedroom and said “You have a fucking girlfriend?” He chuckled and said “Yeah, she’s gone this weekend.” I was furious. He said, “Well you never asked.” Son of a bitch. I was really starting to dislike men or at least men using me.

He apologized after class the next week but that was the end of his cock sucking service. And the end of my sex life for that fall semester. In the Spring with a new schedule I ran into Andy, the frat guy and my second fuck, and considered if he was worth fucking again. But he was now dating someone. He said his friend Aaron was looking for a relationship and so he set us up. I thought if he was just telling him I was a sure thing but over two or three dates he never made a move on me. We even double dated with Andy and his girlfriend. I actually liked him and I more or less threw myself at him and we fucked. Once. It was not great but I hoped it was just inexperience or something and he would get better at. And then he ghosted me. I was pissed and confronted him at the frat house and he said I just was not his type. Wow. Ok. Now my self esteem was really in the toilet. I swore off men completely at that point. I mean not really of course, but I was not pursuing anyone and just kept to myself. Certainly I did not want any more frat guys or bar hookups. It was still only a few weeks into the Spring semester and I was thinking it was gonna be a very dry semester (from a pussy perspective or a lack of cum, either way).

Then the next weekend Lexi was gone as usual and I was in the dorm common area laundry room and this guy walked in. He was hot. 6’3” and blonde and a striking jaw. In great shape. Very nordic looking. Somehow I had never seen him before although the dorm was not that big. It turns out he had just transferred in that semester from another college. I was removing my stuff from the dryer and decided to try something. I left a pair of panties in there on purpose and started folding my laundry. He was moving stuff from a washer to a dryer and since I had left that dryer door open he went to that one. He stopped and said “Uhhh…. I think you forgot something.” I turned and he was holding my panties up by a finger. I had my laundry basket and came over to him and said “I’m so embarrassed.” He said “No you’re not.” I said “Oh really?” He said “You know how many girls try the ‘oh i left my panties in the dryer game’? It’s so cliche.” He was calling me on it. Asshole. I was really striking out again and frustrated with my repeated failures. I blurted out “I’m not your type. I get it. You don’t have to be mean.” I tried to grab the panties and he moved them out of reach. He said “I didn’t say that. You’re definitely my type.” There was a pause as he blatantly gawked up and down my body. I said “Uh huh…but?” He said “Well… I’m not looking for a relationship right now…” I said “Of course not. Fine. Give me my panties.” He said “I mean I’m not looking for a relationship, but …. we could be friends… with benefits.” The gall of this guy. I snatched my panties and stormed out. He called behind me “I’m Will…. If you change your mind…” Wow what an ego.

I was furious but after I calmed down I realized he had not done anything wrong. I was trying to pursue him and he was brutally honest. He didn’t want a relationship. He just wanted sex. Which meant he wanted me sexually and he said I was definitely his type. I was failing at having a boyfriend over and over. But I was a frustrated nympho inside. And masturbating a lot. And now I suddenly realized my pussy was soaking wet. I was turned on. He had pissed me off but turned on my pussy. It was my first realization that getting pissed got me hot. And what was wrong with just having a sexual relationship? Why not? I was having no success in an actual relationship. He didn’t lead me on and fuck me and then tell me he wasn’t interested in a relationship. Plus I had to admit I wanted to fuck him and suck him. I knew his dryer cycle would take about 45 minutes. So I hatched a plan. I couldn’t face him after my embarrassing retreat and get rejected again. But I could put the decision in his hands. I took the same pair of panties and got a permanent marker and wrote my name and 305 on the fabric. I snuck back to the laundry room and peaked around the corner. He was not there. I looked at the dryer and it had 15 minutes left. I decided to wait because I was not sure if the marker would smear in the dryer. There were two doors and I watched from the main hall where he would likely come via the elevators. When it had 5 minutes left I turned it off and canceled the cycle. I opened it and put my panties in under a few garments. It felt like everything was dry. I checked the hall, ducked out the back and up the stairwell instead of the elevators, back to my room.

It was almost 30 minutes later and I was about to give up and maybe begin crying when there was a knock on the door. Slow and purposeful. Knock…. Knock…. Knock. I ran and opened it and he pulled the panties out of his pocket and said “I believe these are yours E.” I said “Maybe.” He said “Well… I hope this means you changed your mind.” I said “Maybe.” He literally looked me up and down and said “Maybe isn’t good enough. I’m not looking for a timid shy girl. I’m looking for a girl who knows what she wants. Just sex. Rough sex, dirty sex, mind blowing sex! So….are you that girl?” I bit my lip and looked at him. My heart was pounding. My nipples hardened and warmth spread to my pussy uncontrollably. My body was saying yes and my mind was not saying no. Then I gave a head nod toward the bedroom and walked off. The door was swinging closed and he caught it and came in. He walked up to me as I turned around at the edge of my bed. He stood very close and in a soft voice said “You can say no anytime, and I’ll stop, but that will be the end of it. Understand?” I nodded. He said “Strip.” I can’t even explain why, but I immediately pulled my top off, unhooked my bra and pushed my sweats and panties to the floor, I stepped out of them naked in front of someone I just met. It was like a surreal out of body experience and I could not say no to this man. His voice, his demeanor, his very lustful way of looking at me, combined with where I was at the moment (a frustrated and lonely nymph) made me literal puddy in his hands. He reached out a hand and ran two fingers up my hot wet slit. I involuntarily arched to meet his fingers and exhaled as he slipped them along my lips. Then he brought them up to his face and smelled them with a guttural “Mmmmm” of approval. He then reached out and tweaked my nipple harshly to see if I would react. Pins and needles shot through my body.

He maintained direct eye contact and removed his clothes. I glanced down at his cock biting my lip as I awaited instruction dutifully. When he was naked he said “On your knees, suck my cock.” I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. That was it. In that moment a subordinate cock worshiping fuckdoll was born. I would never say no to him. And learn that I loved to be used and abused. He did exactly that, fucking me hard in multiple positions as well as pulling my hair, smacking my ass and slapping me around. He fucked me three times. And in between he made me suck him back to hardness. I had the biggest orgasms I had ever had to that point and when he was done using me he pulled out and came all over my face. Then he pulled his pants up and said “Good job fuck buddy, for your first time” and left me there covered in cum. I proceeded to lick and scoop all that cum into my mouth as I lay there in my cum glazed state. It was the first of many times. He would just text me randomly and I would drop whatever I was doing and let him use me. The sex was rough and amazing and at all times left me wanting more. For the rest of the semester I was his personal fuckdoll. And I had no qualms about it. This was what I was meant to be I wondered. Lexi was never around and nobody knew anything about it. The fact that it was a gigantic secret was perfect.

Lexi talked her parents into letting her stay for summer college, which was just an excuse to fuck Javi. He had an apartment and she was basically living with him already. I stayed on campus too for the summer hoping my fuck buddy fun would continue but on the last day after he came in my mouth he just said “Good girl. I’m leaving for the summer but I might get back to visit a couple of times.” I was devastated but could not even really tell anyone. I was alone for a while and considered dropping out for the summer. But the possibility of him returning to fuck me even a few times kept me there. And then fate intervened as Ben hit me up during that time and I was desperate for sex. He had broken up with his girlfriend so we fucked a few times. But based on knowing he cheated on her, with me, I was not interested in a relationship anyway. I was also embracing my persona as a fuckdoll and so I just gave Ben sex whenever he wanted as well. I swallowed his loads and sucked him before, during and after. He got into just using me as well. And Will did come back twice and I ended up fucking him then too. Ben got pissed because I was blunt and told him my fuck buddy was coming back and he was second fiddle. He did not have a place so he stayed with me and we fucked all night. Lexi walked in on one of his visits as I was bent over getting railed. He stopped but I told him to keep going. I didn’t care. She had no room to judge me I wondered. She was basically living with a guy her parents disapproved of. She left in disgust. I did not see her or Ben or Will the rest of the summer.

I decided it was best if we did not live together any more. So I applied to become an RA (Resident Adviser – which meant the floor mentor to the underclassmen girls) in the fall which got me free board (which helped daddy so he approved) and got me a private room but it was in a different dorm. Lexi stayed in our previous dorm with a new random roommate. But she was never there anyway, it was just a cover so her parents did not know she was really living with Javi. I learned only recently that the drug use escalated and by fall it was a major issue. Lexi was wasted most of the time and being used not just by Javi but by his friends in the house as the resident fuckdoll. We both were whores in different methods now. But neither knew about the other really. Will was back in the fall and we continued our physical relationship although we had a bit more of a relationship now. It wasn’t dating but just we talked on a personal level when we were not fucking. I learned that he had broken up with a girl before he transferred here. He was obviously not over her yet. I was just a rebound fucktoy plaything and he was enjoying mastering over me. It let him control someone and that helped his ego I’m sure. He told me his girlfriend confused him always and he never knew what she wanted. He was reading all kinds of books and those Fifty Shades movies and books were recently out. He said the day we met he had decided he was gonna be direct with the next woman he met. He said he knew in my eyes I wanted him and he decided to see how far he could go. The timing was perfect and it worked beyond his wildest dreams. Changed both of us forever. If you are wondering, he never wanted to date me, because he was not over her. I found out she was some sort of pre-law go getter and darker complected Persian. I saw pictures, and she was beautiful. I shrugged. Her loss. He was fucking me, not her, which made me feel good. We ramped up our own sexual addiction to the point where we were fucking each other daily and in increasingly risky situations. We had a lot of public sex and outdoor sex and car sex. I said in an earlier post that he dropped out. But that’s not true. I just was minimizing how much that hurt me too. Over the holiday break he got back with her. He was a changed person, probably gave her the sex she wanted now because of me. The last time he contacted me I hoped it was for sex. I was ready to drive anywhere to meet him. But he said he would not be coming back in the Spring and thanks for everything. Ugh.

That was during winter break and the Spring semester sort of sucked. And by that I mean I sucked a lot of cocks. I reverted to form, sucking off guys for any reason. Some new, some were guys I sucked off before. I didn’t think anyone could fuck me like Will did. And my self confidence was shot again. My body count was standing at 9. I don’t count the 40+ other guys I had sucked off by then. Blowjobs don’t count. They are more like a hug from me. I swear any random guy could ask me to suck his dick and I would, especially then. But guys never did. They also never refused a blowjob though. So I offered them to anyone. My cum fixation was well formed by now thanks to Will using me as a cumdump for months. I had to fill that need and I did.

And then pandemic hit. So that led to me being at home listening to my parents fuck and being isolated without a fuck buddy and miserable. Masturbating relentlessly. And then just when I wondered it could not get any worse my Mom died. And you know the rest. In the interim between these two parts was when I was fucking daddy.

**Part Two:**

Initially before daddy and I started fucking we both tried dating again. It did not go well. I gave up but for a while he would still go on dates, but when he came home he would fuck me. I loved that, just being his little fuck toy. So when daddy ended it with me and basically told me we had to discover other people (and started dating a bitch I hated) I rebelled in a childish way. I decided that the best way to flaunt it was to be a total whore and make him deal with that. I already had a sexual only relationship with my school fuck buddy and so the idea of random casual sex was fine. I turned to tinder and started fucking and sucking random guys. I went on a lot of tinder dates for a couple of months. And whether or not I fucked them I at all times sucked their cock. In a 3 month span I probably sucked off another 15-20 guys. Some guys just wanted that, mostly married men. I sucked a lot of cock in a lot of cars. But I also fucked 7 guys, and a few of them multiple times. Most of those were married too. I found married men to be a good source of casual sex because they did not want a relationship either. None fucked me as good as Will, but I was just trying to make daddy jealous.

The first was a married guy named James. He was 40 and got a hotel room and we met there and went straight to the room and fucked. It was pretty good actually. We fucked two more times and then I just moved on. Partly I was wanting the variety of other cocks. But I also wanted them to come to my house and James was reluctant. Next was Al and he was fine with fucking me at my house. I answered the door wearing nothing but a t-shirt and took him up to my room and we fucked. He was 45 and ran into my dad on the way out and was not interested in returning. dad confronted me then for the first time asking me what I was doing. I just shrugged and went to my room to masturbate with the door open. Next was Kyle he was 33 and single. This time I was really awful. I introduced him to daddy as my date. I said we were watching a movie and we started watching something but as soon as daddy was distracted we went upstairs and fucked. He came over a second time and we fucked again. Daddy again confronted me and I said “What? I’m dating like you want me to. Isn’t this what you wanted?” He shook his head.

So next was another James. He was 28 and had a young wife and small kids but wasn’t getting sex any more. He just wanted to pound some pussy and I was game. I told daddy I had a friend coming over and he said “Another date?” I said “Yeah but just a fuck date. Don’t listen if you don’t want to hear it.” He actually left the house that time. But James came over and fucked me three times. I don’t know if that was all he needed or he got caught or felt guilty but I never heard from him again. My ways were not working with daddy so I decided to up the game. I wanted to make him worry about me. I had been chatting with a guy that was coming on company for a few days. He was a Brit named Colin and also married. He was also 49 and just looking for a casual fling while he was here. I left for a “date” and stayed at his hotel with him for two nights and he fucked me several times. It was kind of my first sugar baby encounter but I wasn’t asking for money. He just paid for meals and stuff. Daddy texted me the next morning and I did not respond. But later in the day I felt guilty and just texted back “I’m fine don’t worry about me.” He texted back “I’m your father I will always worry about you.” When I came home the following day not a word was said. And we never spoke of it. But he hugged me deeply. After that I went back to downlow mode and fucked the older James again a few times but not at my house. He could not afford hotels repeatedly, so we started fucking in his car in numerous parking garages or at parks, etc. We even fucked one night in the country in a cemetery. It was off the highway and you could see any car turning into the there. We laid a blanket behind the car at the back and fucked in the open air. I was having fun with the risky elements of sex and a lot of those were my ideas. We had been talking about doing a threesome with a friend of his and I was getting excited about the idea of that. But he got caught, I mean his wife suspected him and called him on it so it never happened and he stopped fucking me as well.

I decided I would arrange a threesome anyway. I was now fixated on that bucket list item. But most of the guys on tinder didn’t want to meet up with another strange guy thinking it was some ploy and the other guy was bi. So I arranged for two guys to meet me at a bar instead, not knowing about the other guy. They were a little put off at first too, but they both wanted to fuck me. And after a few rounds of shots they decided they could tag team me if they stayed on opposite ends. So I took them both home with me and in the house and right up to my room. I was already on my knees sucking their cocks when they heard daddy call my name as he heard me come in. I told them to ignore him and kept sucking their cocks. We could hear him come upstairs and even listen at my door. I said “I’m fine daddy,” and went back to sucking cock and he left. After they got over the weirdness of it they did end up spit roasting me on my bed taking turns fucking my mouth and pussy until they each came down my throat. But knowing daddy was downstairs they both bailed pretty quick. I walked them to the door nude – something that would become a habit of mine. When they left I went to see where daddy was intending to flaunt my whorishness. Instead I found him in his room kneeling by the bed and praying silently. He had my Mom’s bible and rosary and cross out. I had seen them praying together that way many times. Although I could not hear him I had a pretty good idea what he was praying about. I quietly crept upstairs, closed my door and cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up I was not ready to face him so I waited until he left for work before I came downstairs. Then I just started picking up around the house. At least I could clean up, I wondered. I had no idea what to do now, but I was determined not to be that daughter any more. My father did not deserve that and my mother certainly would not be proud of that. I was putting stuff away in the master bedroom and remembering my dad praying the night before. I knelt down and opened the bedside drawer. Even though it had been a year and half since she passed, and he had moved, daddy had kept her bedside drawers the same. The top drawer had her bible, rosary, a cross and some other small trinkets and her basic jewelry. The rosary and cross are now in the shadow box Nancy had made for me. The second drawer had her sex toys, I knew because I had used them all. But I did not open that one. I got out her rosary and started praying. I just asked for guidance and forgiveness because I felt lost. But there was no answer and nothing came to mind.

As I sat there I reached for her bible, but I don’t know why. I did not intend to read it. As I opened it some things fell out of the front of it. I knew she usually kept some essential papers there. I think it was some fear about losing those things essential to her and so she kept them in the safest place where she at all times knew where they were. All three of our birth certificates were there and her Certificate of Citizenship and Naturalization when she became a US citizen after a 3 year wait. But the other thing surprised me. It was my school acceptance letters all in one envelope. I had only applied to three schools and got into all of them. It was silly to keep paper copies. I received those electronically; but they also sent paper copies to the house. But my mother had never been so proud of me as she was then and when I went off to school. I would be the first school educated woman in her blood family. And here I was wasting time. On petty things. Well, there was my sign of what my Mom wanted me to do.

I marched upstairs and got out my computer and logged back on to the university website. I was looking around, checking my transcript and looking at degrees and begin dates for the Spring and classes. Everyone else had registered already of course so pickings were slim. I didn’t even have a declared major. I was listed as General Studies. In looking at available classes – but not those starting too early – I saw this history class about social movements in Mexico. My first wondered was – what the hell use would that be? But I also could not stop thinking about my mom. Somehow it seemed like something I should learn. For her. I figured there had to be a degree associated with that and I searched under the numerous degrees to see what required that class. And there it was International Studies with a focus on Latin America. Huh. Mom would be proud of that. I looked at the other requirements and found an art class and another art/history class that were required and were available. I also signed up for a running class. I wanted to stay in shape this time and not put on weight again. Within an hour I had built a schedule that worked. I went in and changed my major to that degree and registered for the classes. They would have to approve my degree choice but it was a formality really.

With that I closed my computer and got busy cleaning the house. Then I called my boss and quit my shit job. I was supposed to work that night. Then I grabbed some lunch and went to the grocery and got some food. Then I started cooking. Daddy was not expecting to see me when he got home. I should have already left for work. Instead he found me in the kitchen. I was cooking but I was not naked this time. I gave him his favorite drink, told him to sit and served dinner. After a few bites I said “I’m going back to school.” He stopped eating and looked at me. He said “I think that would be good.” I said “I found a major and registered for classes today. International Studies in Latin America.” I shrugged and said “I need to find an apartment. It’s too late to get a dorm room. And I’m ready to live on my own anyway.” He said “Not with Lexi?” I said “No…. I don’t know …. well it’s complicated.” I continued “I’ll get a job too because I know the apartment will be more than the dorm. So if you can just pay the rent I’ll cover my gas and food. But I don’t know about tuition…” He said “don’t worry about that. I talked to your uncle the other day, he mentioned paying your tuition still if you went back to school. It’s covered.” Well that was that. I got online again that night and found an apartment and put in an application remotely (thanks COVID). It was more or less sight unseen but I liked the location – close to campus, near a park, pharmacy across the street. It had good reviews. They had only one unit left and it was a one bedroom on the second floor. Perfect.
**1 Year Redditversary Year in Review:**

I moved back to school in early January 2022 and the rest, as they say, is history. At the moment my body count stood at 17, but the seeds of the fuckdoll cumslut you read about had already taken root. Maybe that backstory lends some comprehension to where I was at as these reddit posts started. Like why I was seeking married men on tinder, why I fucked with Brian so much, why Lexi and I were estranged, why I had a kinky sex bucket list, etc.

That long and weird journey, and that moment of clarity, brought me back to school, and back with Lexi and suddenly with a new fixation – my Latin studies professor. So I do not regret any of it because if it all happened differently I would not have met prof and I would not have reconnected emotionally and found my bi side with Lexi. Life is really weird sometimes.

In that next year my body count would more than triple from 17 to 59 including 6 women and 7 black guys. And that does not include at least 75 other guys I gave blowjobs to. The average age of guys before daddy was 19, the average age after daddy was 37 which ironically was profs age when I met him. And the age range is 17 to 59. The average age of the women is 27.

I created this user account and started posting 1 year ago. Embarrassingly I do keep a list in a journal of sorts. It has notes on each one, but here are just the names, ages, context and number of times I had sex with them in ( ).
From HS thru early school years:
**Jason – 17 – HS boyfriend (100+)**
Andy – 18 – frat guy (8-10)
Ben – 22 – bartender (10-12)
Cam – 20 – frat guy (3)
Wes – 20 – Cams roommate (1)
Jeff – 20 – Cams roommate (1)
Marc – 19 – classmate (2)
Aaron – 19 – friend of Marc’s (1)
**Will – 20 – school fuck buddy (150+)**

Daddy deserves a section unto himself, during pandemic mostly:
**Daddy – 47 – my literal daddy (100ish) some w/Lexi**

After pandemic and before I went back to school:
James – 40 – married Tinder (9 or 10) in hotels, parks, car, cemetery, etc.
Al – 45 – married Tinder (1) at home
Kyle – 33 – single Tinder (1) at home
James – 28 – married Tinder (3) at home
Colin – 49 – married brit Tinder, two nights in his hotel (6-7)
Josh – 40 – single Tinder, tag team (1) at home with
Doug – 37 – single Tinder, tag team (1) at home

Senior year Spring semester:
**Alex – 40 – first Sugar Daddy (80ish) married to my boss Helen**
**Lexi – 22 – my bestie first girl-girl (100+ so far)**
**Marcus – 32 – Alex’s buddy, first black guy (10-12)**
Blake – 17 – sweet virgin (1)
Brian – 19 – my boy toy, first anal (5-6)

On Spring Break/Cruise
Manny – 35 – cuban in Miami(1) w/Lexi
Justin – 39 – brothers(3)
James – 37 – brothers(3) w/Lexi
Jim – 55 – father (1)
Eric – 30 – son(1) w/Lexi
??? – 50 – husband at nudist resort(1) w/Lexi
??? – 40 – wife at nudist resort(1) w/Lexi
Gabrielle – 27 – cruise bartender(3) w/Lexi
Chris – 40 – (1) with
Anthony – 42 -(1) with
Al – 48 – 3 black guys in mini orgy(1) w/Lexi
??? – 50 – spa husband (1) and Bruce was with his wife
Jose – 25 – waiter (1)
Paulo – 24 – waiter (1) w/Lexi and Gabrielle
Jeremy – 27 – ex military brother (3) with
Anna – 21 – his sister and lover (5)

After cruise thru the rest of Spring semester:
John – 50 – Dallas daddy (6-7)
Bruce – 59 – Lexi’s adoptive daddy (6)
Terry – 55? – poker daddy (1)
Wayne – 55? – poker daddy (1)
Justin – 22 – engaged bachelor party guy from class (2)
Daryl – 47 – Brian’s daddy in tag team (3)
Ronnie – 35 – swinger club with Marcus and Alex (1)
Prof G – 37 now 38 – love of my life (200+ so far)
Eric/Mr. H. – 49 – Jason’s dad at his wedding (1)

Fall semester orgy, I don’t know these ages or some names:
Jerry – tag team
Andrew – tag team
Cassie – no opinion… CUNT!!! (8)
Black guy – in gang bang w/Lexi and Cassie
Big bull – in GB
Young guy 1 – in GB
Young guy 2 – in GB
Young guy 3 – in GB
Middle aged guy 1 – in GB
Middle aged guy 2 – in GB

Rest of fall semester:
Sherry – 30 – black chick, Marcus gf at Halloween party
Kevin – 22 – big dick from dorm days on Lexi’s bday
Summary:

53 guys I have fucked a total of about 775 times. What a WHORE!!!!

6 girls I had sex with 118+ times. Most (100+) were Lexi.

Plus probably 75+ other guys I sucked off at least once. CUMSLUT!!!!

During the time since I met prof, besides fucking Lexi like 100 times, he has also fucked Cassie and two MILF whores at the orgy, Prof J his former lover, Helen at the Halloween party, and Malena in Spain.

NSFW: yes

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