I’m probably the most unapproachable stupid slut in the world

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So I’m 23, good looking (that sounds obnoxious to say, but fuck-it, I’m kind of a hotty), and fit, but I very, very rarely get approached by guys. Why? Simple: it’s because I wear a hijab. My family moved here from Afghanistan when I was 18 and I’ve chosen to still wear the hijab for reasons.

Anyway, men often stare, but rarely approach. When I was 20, I made a conscious decision that if a man respectfully approaches me, I’m going to be extremely easy. Basically, if you’re bold enough to approach me, you can fuck me.

When a guy strikes up a conversation and asks if I’d like to grab a coffee, my reply is “Sure, how far away is your place?” Tell me you wonder what I look like with my hair showing? “Sure, what else do you want to see? Is your place close?” I’m extremely agreeable and submissive to these guys. Some guys approach me and don’t pick up on it and when they leave happy that they flirted with a cute girl, I think they have no idea what they could have had if they’d escalated just a little.

But other guys pick up on how every reply I give has a hint of, “you fucking own me.” And then the conversation quickly gets sexual. It amazes me how a 10-minute conversation can slowly escalate sexually to where a guy I just met is saying “I bet you look amazing with a cock in your mouth” and I reply with “I bet your cum tastes amazing.”

And then it turns into the real thing from there. There was the former marine who approached me and correctly guessed where I was from and told me about his deployment there and how he thought the women there beautiful. He had his hand around my neck as he was fucking me later.

There was the guy who offered to buy my coffee at a Starbucks because “you’re too beautiful to pay for your own coffee.” His semen was dripping from his chin later that afternoon.

There was the construction worker who dropped his tools and came to me as I was walking by and said “every day you walk past I regret not saying hi to you.” We had the most tender, amazing sex after I returned from my class that day.

There was the older guy (in his 40s) who stopped me to ask me suggestions on what he should get his daughter for her birthday. It was obviously just a way for him to talk to me, wasn’t really looking for my gift buying help, but I thought it was cute. He seemed sweet and fatherly, but when I got to his place it happened so fast and was so intense I only have little flashbacks of it. I remember him grabbing my neck and pushing me against the wall, and saying the dirtiest things in my ear. I remember me on my hands and knees licking his shoes in my bra and panties when he told me to. I remember his cock literally down my throat. I remember him fucking me while pulling my hair while telling me to say I’m his little whore. I remember how he slapped me while fucking me. I remember his semen on my face. It was amazing.

Anyway, the moral of the story…be respectful, yet bold.

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