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Musings by a Dirty Little Girl

Insight into the mind of a dirty little whore...

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A Visit
Posted:Jul 19, 2016 1:35 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2019 2:24 pm
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It's been a long time since I've written anything but I have the urge tonight. I just got into bed and I brought my computer with me, knowing I felt like writing. Knowing I was feeling naughty. Knowing the in me wanted to show herself.

I don't know what I feel like writing. I have no story in mind. All I know is that my cunt is wet just at the thought of writing it, whatever it is. I haven't touched it yet but I can feel it dripping. My thighs are sticky right below my lips and I know that if I put my finger there it will become slick and pungent. I know this because I'm a dirty little . And dirty little whores have cunts that get wet at the thought of sex. Not just sex. Humiliation. Degradation. Use. Defilement. Dirty little girls’ cunts get wet at the thought of being dirty little girls.

I have a towel under me because I know that my bed will be wet by the time my story is written. Who am I kidding, my bed is already slick with the cunt juice that is dripping from my pussy. I haven't decided what to write but my thoughts are alternating between being used, being whored out, being pissed on, being licked by a dog, being chained to a urinal with all three holes exposed and a sign of invitation around my neck, being tortured with continuous edging and no release.

I want to be exposed. I want someone to walk into my room right now, rip the computer out of my hands, throw back the covers and witness the scene. The towel, already moist, the spread legs already pulsing where they meet, the slick little pool of cunt juice gathering in between, the hand already greedily pawing at the exposed clit. I want someone to see it and look at me with disgust. Look at me with eyes that say “I know what you are”. I want those eyes to penetrate my core and make my nipples harden just with their glare.

I would anything for that man right now. Anything he asked of me. And he knows it. When he walks over to me, roughly pulls my cunt lips apart, attaches three clothespins to each lip and then tapes the pins to each thigh, keeping my cunt open wide and my lips throbbing from the pegs, all I can do is say “thank you Sir”. When he pulls back the flesh from my hood and attaches another peg directly onto my exposed clit, making me jump in pain, all I can say is “thank you Sir”. With each peg he attaches to each nipple, until there are 6 on each one, all I can utter is “thank, you, thank you, thank you Sir…”. And when he roughly shoves his fingers inside my open cunt to see the impact of his handywork, and then sneers knowingly as his fingers come out sopping wet, all I can do is sob a little and say “I’m sorry for being such a messy little Sir”.

This last one makes him smile, but in an evil kind of way. A riding crop suddenly appears in his hand and he brings it down on my inner right thigh, forcefully, and screams “”. I cry out in pain but he ignores me and says “tell me what you are”. I respond with “” just as the crop smacks me on my left inner thigh. The third blow lands beside the first on my right thigh, as he says “slut”, and then again he asks me what I am. The word “slut is barely out of my mouth when the crop hits my thigh for the fourth time. Each time it lands it is closer and closer to my lips, which are still held back and now aching in earnest. The fifth blow is right on my spread hole and lands with the words “dirty cunt” coming out of his mouth. But this time he doesn’t stop to ask me what I am. He just keeps landing blow after blow right on my open hole and saying “dirty cunt, dirty cunt, dirty cunt”, and each time he does it, a gush of slobbery cunt juice comes raining out, as if to prove his point.

The towel below me is a joke now, so wet it can no longer absorb anything that can comes out of me. My thighs and belly and chest are covered in my squirting pussy juice and when his next blow knocks the clothespin right from my clit, I scream in agony, but not as loud as when the final stroke comes down right on my tortured clit and he yells “filthy fucking ” and then shoves his cock deep down my throat to stop my screaming.

But he knows how badly dirty little cunts like mine need to be fucked and so while he satisfies himself but using my mouth, he takes the handle of his riding crop and shoves deep inside my open cunt hole, fucking me furiously from both ends. When he deposits his large load of cum down my throat, he pulls his cock out, zips it up, and spits on my face, my tits and my cunt, leaving the riding crop inside me. His final words to me are “Don’t fucking move until I get back” as he walks out the door.
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Yesterday
Posted:Apr 7, 2015 9:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2019 2:25 pm
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It was a beautiful spring day yesterday. One of those days that you make you feel alive and rejuvenated and like anything can happen. Those kinds of days make me horny too, and make me want to touch myself.

I browsed alt for a little while, peeped in on some men jerking themselves off on cam, and chatted with men who wanted to do all kinds of wicked things to me; me out strangers, cover me in piss, leave me tied up with tattered clothes in a dark alley with a sign that says "take me". Anyone who has been reading my blog knows by now that these all things that get my juices flowing, so by the time I decided to go for a walk, my messy little cunt was dripping and there was even a little wet spot that had leaked right through my jeans.

I walked to the park, loving the feel of the sun on my skin and the dampness in my jeans. I allowed myself to brush my hands against my nipples, through my shirt, ever chance i got, and soon felt their hardness rubbing against the fabric, making my cunt just a little wetter. I felt high.

Despite the beautiful day, there were not a lot of people in the park and the bench I chose to sit on was empty. I sat down, with my legs closed, but that only made me more aware of the wetness in my panties and I knew i needed to touch it. I spread my legs a little and let one of my hands rest in between them, feeling the warmth, while the other continued to brush against my nipples, which were poking through the fabric of my shirt, and clearly visible. I toyed with myself like this, somewhat absentmindedly, for a good fifteen minutes, until the spot on my jeans started to grow. My fingers were getting damp, right through my jeans, and I knew i wanted them wetter.

I glanced around and since there was nobody within sight, I dared to undo my pants and somewhat discretely put my hand inside. Fuck, I was an absolute mess down there. Wet and sticky and wanton and it turned me on to no end. My fingers immediately found my clit and I felt as though I could have cum on the spot but I held back, enjoying my public display, even if no one was watching. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and continued to pinch and twirl my clit in my fingers, little moans escaping my lips. I wouldn't have noticed the man sit down on the grass, directly in front of me if he hadn't said "don't open your eyes and don't stop".

I didn't. I just rubbed my clit harder with my thumb and let a finger go deep into my wet cunt. He urged me on with dirty words, asking me what kind of a girl fucks herself in a public park for the world to see. He told me my nipples were sticking out like mini little cocks and that i should take them out of my shirt, which i did, and which made me all the wetter. He said he could hear my fingers sloshing around in my dirty cunt and that its a good thing i knew how to fuck myself because no one else would touch the vile girl on the park bench. His words made me fuck harder, made me hump my hand and buck wildly on the bench. He coaxed me more and more and I was about to explode, right there on the bench. When my breathing told him I was about to cum, he said "open your eyes cunt", and when I did, with my dirty cunt exploding all over my fingers, all I saw was his hand around his rock hard cock, just before he shot his load all over my face.

While I sat there stunned, he zipped his cock back into his pants, told me I was a filthy little , and walked away. I stayed on the bench long enough to fuck myself into another orgasm, and then walked home, with a smile on my face.
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