Dirty True Confessions

By Huck Pilgrim

Three true confessions carefully selected for your entertainment.

 

A young coed from a wealthy family must prostitute herself in her sophomore year of college to learn a harsh life lesson, which she then finds useful in her subsequent marriage to a rising Fortune 500 executive. In a weak moment, an undergrad takes advantage of a good friend after she drinks too much at a holiday social, then goes on to become a professor at a liberal arts college and discover that he can't escape the misdeeds of his youth. A grieving father unwittingly falls for an up-and-coming porn star who hides a shocking secret about her identity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Huck Pilgrim Presents
• Release date: Oct 10, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393106067

Huck Pilgrim

Huck Pilgrim has lived on the streets of New York City, in a communal home for Christians, and on an American submarine out of San Diego. He has washed dishes, made costumed helium balloon deliveries, and robbed designer jeans from department stores. Huck writes gritty stories about submission, blackmail, and coercion. Occasionally he tosses a hand grenade of action and adventure into the mix. Huck's stories are vivid fantasies, exploring the darker sides of submission and exposure. In Huck's stories, the mousy girl becomes suddenly bold and capable, often discovering the hidden slut inside her. The men are handsome, hard-bitten, and cruel, enjoying all manner of debauchery. Follow Huck Pilgrim's latest releases by joining his mailing list. http://huckpilgrim.com/news Contact Huck at [e-mail]

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Dirty True Confessions

By Huck Pilgrim

Huck Pilgrim Presents

Dirty True Confessions © August 2018

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Huck Pilgrim

First Edition, April 2013

Cover design © 2013 by Huck Pilgrim

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Dirty True Confessions

The Debutante’s Fall

I am the married mother of two precious little shiny faced girls, age four and six. I live in an upscale neighborhood of a large urban area in the northeastern United States. My husband of seven years is a trusted professional, a pillar of our community, and he knows nothing about any of this. He would have no choice but to divorce me if he ever found out. On its face, it’s a tawdry story: in a party I attended during my second year at college, I went down on a man I hardly knew, as recompense for some drugs that I had taken from someone else earlier that same night. I suppose that’s quite a confession in its own right, but it’s not the meat of the thing that I intend to own up to tonight.

Let me explain.

First, I didn’t want to go down on that man. In fact, I tried my best to get out of it, but there was nothing I could do to prevent it. He had been using drugs and couldn’t ejaculate. It took me forever. In the middle of it, he took a phone call. He was speaking to the guy who had given me the drugs. I know this because at one point they started discussing me. He laughed and said, ‘She’s sucking my cock right now.’ I felt so humiliated. When he finally hung up, he took my head in his hands, pumped his hips, and then filled my mouth with his semen. I know it sounds crazy, but I felt grateful to finally receive his cum. I swallowed it all. I wanted to make him happy. I knew that, were I unable to please him, a much worse fate might lay in store for me. And that’s the deeper story, the story that I want to relate to you. I met a man that night—a man called Bang—and he taught me a lesson about myself, a lesson so deep and fundamental that I believe it may have altered the very course of my life.

Sometimes something good can come of even the most outrageous experience. I am grateful for the opportunity to participate in your study and unburden myself from the guilt and shame I still carry from that night. If my account can help some other young woman who finds herself in a similar situation, then so much the better.

I am a good looking woman. Thin, long willowy blonde hair, and blue eyes. I have delicate features: a sharp chin and a small upturned nose. In my second year at college, my parent’s marriage began coming apart, and I didn’t want to go home for the holidays and listen to them fight. Instead I wanted to party. I went with two girlfriends to an off campus party in a big old brownstone somewhere in North Philly. I wore a pair of leather boots with stiletto heels.

The party was a big rolling affair with people in every room and most of the floors. I settled into a room with one of my friends and three high rollers who had an improbably large supply of drugs. No sooner had we settled in, than my friends wanted to leave. But I didn’t want to go back to the dorm. One of the high rollers, a light skinned black man named Marlo, seemed interested in me, so I asked him to give me some of his drugs. As I asked, I put my hand on the inside of his thigh to make sure he gave me the answer I wanted to hear.

I should say here that the idea of using my sex powers to get what I want has always turned me on. In middle school, I was the girl who traded kisses for lunch money at cafeteria dances. Once down at the Jersey Shore, I let a bouncer secretly grope me, in exchange for backstage passes for myself and some of my friends, so that we could meet a local band we all admired. Marlo was intelligent and articulate, and I didn’t see any harm in having a secret liaison with him or finding my own way back to the dorm. I considered it an early Christmas gift to myself. I kissed my girlfriends goodbye and made my way back to the little room with Marlo.

Another guy was there, a forgettable nerd with glasses and khaki pants. They introduced me to him, but I almost immediately forgot his name and would never be able to recall it again. We all got stoned. If I wanted more drugs, all I had to do was ask Marlo, and he laid it out for me. He was very generous.

The meek guy with the glasses kept staring at my boots. He had unkempt curly brown hair and seemed like a bore, but he wasn’t an unattractive man. When I get high, I’m a bit of a flirt. I noticed him staring and maybe I teased him a little more than was prudent. He began to fawn on me and Marlo began to glower. One of my problems is that I love to evoke that sort of competitive attention between men, but not every man knows how to deal with it. Marlo certainly didn’t. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, Marlo made it clear that he didn’t want anything more to do with me. What’s more, he said I’d have to repay him for the drugs I’d taken and that he’d struck a cash deal with the nerd: Marlo wanted me to have sex with the nerd to repay my debt.

I was dumbfounded. Marlo had sold me.

He crossed the room and began speaking with another woman, a redhead in a slinky black dress. The guy Marlo wanted me to sleep with came over and acted very contrite and patient. He commiserated with me, then told me that he had his own stash of drugs and invited me into another room. I felt so humiliated that I left with him, but the more I thought about what had happened, the more angry I became.

Fuck Marlo, I thought. Fuck the cute little redhead. And fuck this guy—this whatshisname—too. I wanted nothing to do with any of them.

The boy laid some drugs out on the table and I did them. Not because I wanted to get high, but because I was so upset I didn’t know what else to do. He unzipped his pants, and I watched him pull out his cock. My libido was roaring, but I was also pretty angry at being treated so poorly. I took it out on whatshisname. I mocked him. Pushing him onto the couch, I put the toe of my boot onto his hard cock and pressed. He squirmed, begging me to stop. I sat next to him. Taking his dick in my hand, I twisted it in my fist and berated him. I called him vulgar things and told him I couldn’t remember his name. I may have even scorned the size of his manhood.

It was too much for him. He made himself decent and left the room. I laughed. He was in such a hurry, he left most of his drugs. I helped myself, then made my way to another room and found a bottle of beer in a cooler.

I wandered about until I found an interior balcony overlooking the crowded