I rubbed my pussy vigorously, remembering the time I was kicked out of school. Well, the first school I was kicked out of anyway.
I went into the boys toilets to let one fuck me, just so I could go back to class with cum on my shirt and feeling as naughty as possible. I never got as far back as class though, finding myself in the heads office. Trying to seduce him to keep him from telling my parents hadn’t gone down well, but one of my favourite memories to masturbate to remains to be when I walked out of his office to the other students all calling me a slut. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face at the time and my pussy was on fire.
That day was the first time I remembered wondering if I had an addiction. I have since become certain of it.
I squirmed as I came for the fourth time that day. Most people’s hobbies included sports or video games. My one and only hobby was intense sexual pleasure. My pussy usually started the day a very bright pink, but at this moment, it was a vibrant and swollen red. I moaned as I sucked off my cum from my fingers.