The desire of the marriage whore Andrea Menier

I'm being paraded again. I'm standing on the table in a miniskirt that's too short and no panties. My pubic hair comes into its own in such a cool way. All eyes of those present are focused on me, the men with lustful looks, the women with horrified looks. Again I feel a sense of shame and at the same time lust and pride that I am so desired. I experienced this feeling for the first time at the age of seventeen, when I was a guest at a family party with North Africans in my hometown of Marseille. The host had given me a whore's dress that was also too short. When I put it on in the next room, he came in and masturbated and sprayed his load on my face and on the dress. I had to go in front of the crowd in this suit. I couldn't classify my feelings, shame at being punished with degrading looks from women and at the same time pride at being admired by so many horny looks. The host asked those present to fuck my vagina. My God, what a feeling of shame and lust that was. So on that day I experienced being trained as a whore, one by one, in the vagina, unprotected, since I was on my fertile days, I realized that I was going to get pregnant. I felt more and more lust and desire at this thought.
The insemination took the whole afternoon as there were around 40 men. So far I had only fucked about 10 guys at a time in school. As a young girl I was very proud of the number of men.
A white German married me and the black baby had a family. But I didn't want to change my life at all; I needed this hot feeling of shameless and degrading lust now. My husband and I were happy that I could now continue my previous vicious life as an insatiable MARRIAGE WHORE.
From then on, in my life as a married whore, I always sought that kick of shame and simultaneous pleasure through humiliation, insults, contempt, and humiliation, which qualified me as a proud whore. Always in a whore's outfit in parking lots, in restaurants, at events, while shopping, with family, relatives, just everywhere.
On the table I again feel my shame and desire to be paraded in front of everyone present. I pull my mini a little higher and look into the eyes of the men and women; Their hot looks make me hot and I wave to the photographer. He stands in front of me, he takes out his cock, which is already striped, and guides it into my wet cunt. After a few thrusts he squirts and shouts “there you are, you dirty whore”. That's exactly how I want it! And the women present are horrified, but also jealous. My daughters are present and I can see that they also want to have sex. I wave to them and they come to the table. This time there are about 19 men who fuck us on the table, one-by-one. I enjoy the moment, we are filmed and the stream goes directly to the Internet, where thousands of people now recognize me and my daughters as Internet whores.