4 comments/ 73931 views/ 33 favorites How I Became A Nasty Whore Ch. 01 By: slutnikkinyc I was a sweet 18 year old girl, from a small town in Alabama madly in love with the man who took my virginity. He was handsome, older, educated, and traveled frequently to my town. He showered me with presents and praise and told me that he loved me. If only you lived closer, he often said, we could have it all, a beautiful life with a house and children. Finally I had enough of the longing, got myself together and took a bus to Miami to be closer to him. I wanted to surprise him and not ask him for help, as I had been saving my money from working at the dairy queen for three summers. I had enough to get a small furnished room, though not exactly nice, and make it for a couple of weeks while I found a job. Once I got to Miami, life was great. I quickly got a job as a waitress at a diner just a few bus stops from my room. It was time I decided, so I called my lover to share the good news. I should have known the second he answered it that this was all a mistake. He seemed cold to me and frustrated that I called him during the evening hours. He reminded me that he always called me. I knew he liked to be the man in the relationship and I felt awful for making this mistake. He said he would meet me at the diner the following day for lunch. I spent a ton of time that morning getting ready, putting a tight halter top over my 34B chest with a short skirt and pumps. The pumps made my 5'4" , 140lbs frame look taller and leaner. I brushed my shoulder length brown hair into a ponytail, like he liked, and put light makeup to accent my green eyes. When I got to the diner, he was already there, in a booth towards the back. He told me to sit, he didn't have long, and then proceeded to tell me that I had no right moving without asking him. Tears welled up in my eyes as he told me that I was very special to him in Alabama, but there is no room for me in his life in Miami. I found out later through a friend back home searching online, he actually has a beautiful home, children, and a wife. I felt like such a fool. Standing up and walking out of that diner was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to me. My friend begged me to come home, but I was determined not to let my family think I failed. They hadn't wanted me to move, and I needed to prove myself. I cried all night, then decided I would make this work. A couple of months passed. I worked long shifts serving breakfast to drunks at night, taking home random tips, never knowing if I would make the rent or not. I had a few tables split without paying their tabs and my manager made me pay him! It was rough, and I was lonely, with no friends in town and no way to make friends. One night, as I was leaving the diner, I heard live music coming from the bar across the street, with a sign outside saying All Ages Show. I had often thought about going in, but changed my mind due to the dark, run down look of the building. But I figured, what did I have to lose? I spent that night watching the music. I hadn't noticed if anyone was watching me. I ordered a diet soda and the bartender asked if I wanted rum in it, so I said sure. I figured the long work hours had aged me and I must pass for old enough. Two nights later I went back, this time there was no music. But no one checked ID's. I sat at the bar and ordered a diet soda with rum. The bartender winked at me and said coming right up. A couple of guys filled the seats next to me, talking about sports and stuff. Eventually one started talking to me. He asked where I got my accent and I explained I was a southern belle. That started my nickname. Eventually I started going to have a drink every night after I got off, which was nearly 6 nights a week. I felt I had friends there, Frank and Aaron, the boilermakers, Bruce the bartender, Sam the quiet, chubby guy across the bar that says funny stuff every now and again. I started staying later. I started drinking more. I was drinking more because I liked being around people, and also because my pitiful life seemed so much more pleasant when I had a buzz. One Tuesday night it caught up to me. I was sitting at the bar, having had two strong drinks, counting my tips. It had been extremely slow and I had barely made $12.00 in 14 hours. Sam offered to buy me a drink. I smiled and genuinely thanked him. He came around the bar and sat next to me. He was asking me lots of questions about my life. The next thing I know, we did a shot together. Sam seemed very worried about me so I opened up, telling him how I was $40 short on the rent, which was due tomorrow, and I had only made $12 that day, and how I feel like a failure who won't make it in Miami. Then Sam had a proposition for me. I asked him what, still such a naive little girl. "Do you know how to suck cock, Southern Belle?" he asked with a charming smile. "Um, sure, I guess," I stuttered, feeling buzzed and embarrassed. "Well" he said pulling out his wallet and flicking his thumb over a large bit of cash, "I happen to have what you need and you have what I need. Are you interested?" I was shocked, stunned, speechless. I couldn't believe a man who I thought was my friend, would treat me like a hooker. Yet as I thought about my landlord's hateful attitude and having no place to sleep, I slowly shook my head yes. Sam told me to go to the men's room, get on my knees, and wait for him. My body was shaking as I got up and walked to the back of the dingy bar, looking for the men's room. I pushed open the door and gagged from the stench. It was horrible, smelling of piss. I stood there disgusted, like a deer in headlights. A few minutes passed and I heard the door open. I saw Sam push the door closed and lock it. He looked at me sternly. "Didn't I say on your knees?" he growled. "Yes, but it's so gross" I cried. "Nevermind that" he said as he moved to a stall. He stood over a toilet facing out and told me to get on knees and crawl to him. I was utterly disgusted. Sam is no looker, about 60lbs overweight with a large beer belly and thinning hair with a thick, old fashioned mustache. Still I did what he asked, I dropped to my knees, put my hands down and crawled the six steps or so till I was at his legs. "Open my pants, go ahead, get out the prize." I did as he said, slowly, with apprehension. "Look bitch, I aint gonna be turned on by some stuck up bitch acting like she don't want this cock. That just means it'll take me way longer to cum in your pretty little mouth. I suggest you show some enthusiasm...show me how much you like sucking dick." Point taken I thought. He wasn't turned on by the thought of forcing me, but rather by the thought of a younger chick eagerly sucking his big cock. With that, I leaned in, opened his pants and pulled them down. With no underwear on, out jumped a big 8 inch cock, staring me right in the face. I eagerly stroked it, then stuck my tongue out and licked the head. It had a super strong odor, and was getting harder by the second. Sam pushed his pants down farther and sat down on the toilet, then pushed my head into his crotch. I sucked him liked I loved cock, taking him all the way deep into my throat. He put his hands in my hair and pushed my head down, holding me there till I choked. When he let go, I pulled my head back and gasped for air. Before I could react, he had laid back and put his legs over shoulders and shoved my head into his crotch, under his cock. "Lick my balls and asshole bitch. Oh yeah, clean that whole area you filthy cunt." As my tongue lapped at his balls, then moved down to flick inside his asshole, I kept thinking of how low I had sunk. I couldn't believe I was fucking some disgusting man's ass with my tongue for .. then it dawned on me. I didn't even know how much money he was going to pay me. I tried not to, but tears started streaming down my cheeks. He pulled me back up and told me to suck him deep and hard, and I did just that. He pumped his hips into my mouth and pushed my head onto his crotch. I choked with every thrust. He moaned, called me a hot cunt, and finally got hard as a rock. I could tell he was about to cum, so I tried to pull my head back. He laughed, and said, "no way bitch." He stood up, held my head in place, demanded I look up at him, and shot five big rounds of thick cum into my throat. I choked on it as it slid down my throat. A little escaped and ran down my chin, dropping onto my blouse. He pulled his cock out and slapped my face with it a few times. "That was hot, thanks slut." He said with a shitty little grin. He told me not to cry, that this is how women have made a living for years, and pulled out three $20 bills and dropped them on me. I cleaned myself up as best I could. My mascara was all over my face, his cum on my shirt. I gained some composure, picked up the money and slipped it into my bra and walked out. I was mortified wondering if anyone knew what had happened. No one seemed to pay any attention to me. I went back to the bar, got my empty purse, downed the last of my drink and headed home, never looking anyone in the eye. How I Became A Nasty Whore Ch. 02 When I got home that night, I felt strangely horny. I was disgusted by the whole thing, the dirty bathroom, the blow job, the ass licking. Yet, my pussy was dripping wet. I felt ashamed at myself for being turned on by such an awful act, yet I couldn't deny it. I masturbated that night and for the first time, thought about Sam fucking me, not my lover, who had always dominated my fantasies. The next couple of days I avoided the bar. I told myself everything was fine and I should forget about it. After all, I had made rent and had another month to worry about that. Then Bruce came in to get change. As I handed a couple role of quarters, he asked me where I'd been and told me things were boring and quiet without me there. I told him I'd stop by after work. My worst fear, that he knew, and everyone knew, was probably silly. I stopped in the bar and sat down at my usual spot. Sam was across the bar from me, as usual. He simply smiled at me and I smiled back. I thought, all is normal and it seemed so for several nights. One Friday, about two weeks later, when the bar was busier than usual, a stranger came up to me, introducing himself as Sam's friend. He was kind of cute, nice build, and smile with dimples. He looked to be only in his early thirties. He asked if he could buy me a drink. We talked while we had our drinks. Just as I was starting to feel like he liked me, he told me his real desire. "Um, so Sam says there is a way we might be mutually benefited, if you know what I mean?" He asked, looking directly at my tits and not at my face. Embarrassed, I said I wasn't sure what he could mean. "Oh, now, don't get defensive, you aren't like the other girls, we both know that. But it's Ok, no judgment here. What do you say we work out a deal. I have a lot of spare change." I sat there frozen. My mind was spinning. I had a couple of drinks and because I had been saving money, I didn't eat at work, so hadn't had a bite since cereal for breakfast. I felt humiliated. But I thought he was cute. I wanted to have the dignity throw my drink in his face and walk out of the bar. But what I did didn't match my what I wanted. "All right, what do you offer." "I hear it's a $60 blowjob. Is that right? Cause you know that isn't really a great deal, I think Sam was doing you a favor." "I think I am worth it, and if you don't, get lost," I spouted back, proud of myself for being such a negotiator. "Hey now, calm down. How about $60, but I wanna fondle those tits while you do it." The thought of a strange man touching my body hadn't occurred to me. I shuddered at first. But I rationalized it. Big deal, everyone has tits. It's not my pussy. It not like selling sex. So I nodded. We agreed the bar was too busy for the bathroom and agreed to go outside. He wanted me to go to his car, but I was afraid to get in a strangers car. He laughed at me, you'll suck a strangers dick but not get in their car, he said laughing pretty hard. We left the bar and walked around the corner to the alley. He pushed me up against a wall and started unbuttoning my top. I just stood there, feeling the heat of the outside touch my breasts as they were exposed to the air. He leaned down and started sucking my nipple, then bite me hard. I cried out in pain and tried to push him away. He was strong and lean and held me tight. "Shut up whore, I bought you, you belong to me till I cum." He pushed me down on the ground and opened his pants. I grabbed onto his thick cock and started sucking as if it is my favorite thing. This was the third cock I had ever sucked, ever touched, ever seen. I went from wanting to be with the only man I ever loved, to sucking random strangers in a bar for little money. It was humiliating. I wanted this done quickly, and it didn't take long. Luckily, he didn't fuck my face, but let me do the work and it was actually kind of pleasant. When he came, he asked me if I wanted to swallow it. I told him I didn't care and he said he wanted me to wear it. So while jerking his cock slowly he came all over my tits. He put his cock back in his pants, handed me the money and was gone without a word. I wiped his cum off my tits with some grass leaves and put my bra and top back on. I decided to go home, where to my surprise, I couldn't help but masturbate thinking about his hard cock fucking me deeply. How I Became A Nasty Whore Ch. 03 I started sucking a cock a couple of times per week, usually for the $60, though some refused, like Sam, who would only give me $40 to repeat the same act. It was making my rent in way less time, and I was getting used to the idea, not feeling so ashamed, and actually kinda liking the attention I felt I was getting from men. They wanted me, my mouth. I was attractive, or at least, face fuckable. I felt good about myself. Then one day at the diner things fell apart. My boss, a fat, Italian man in his 50s told me I had to stay late to do the cleaning even though it wasn't my job. He let Sherry, the other waitress go early, at my time. I hated doing the cleaning because it could take me over an hour and I was making less than $3 per hour as a waitress. With no tips, what's the point? After the last patron was gone, he locked the door and sat in a chair near the back of the dining room watching me mop. A few minutes into it, he spoke, startling me. "Nikki, take off your panties. I want a better view when you bend over." "What?" I turned and looked at him, stunned, declaring I would not do such a thing. He stood up, his 6'3" body towering over me, and slapped me on the face. "You will do as I it actually, you little bitch. You think I don't know about you?" He glared at me. "I didn't hire no whore to work in my business. How dare you go about whoring yourself to the neighborhood. I'm a laughing stock. This is a family place you know." My face was on fire, red from being humiliated and from being slapped. "I'm sorry. I'll get my stuff and go." "No you don't seem to get it bitch, you will go. You are fired. But you will be my whore first. You owe me." I stood looking at him, frozen. My heart beating so fast. "Do you think you owe me, bitch? For the embarrassment? Or do you want me to call Mr. Richard Jenkins and tell him about you?" I was stunned. He knew my lover's name. He must have gotten from his credit card. I couldn't have him find out. He had told me to leave, that I couldn't make it here. He would think I was so awful...I was such a sweet, innocent girl when he met me. "Fine, I am sorry. I never meant to embarrass you. Please let me leave. Please." "Oh I will, when I am done with you." he said with a huge smile. With that, he pulled me by my arm into his office just off the kitchen. He took his phone off the hook and pushed me onto the couch. I was fighting him back, so he slapped me hard, told me to take it, I wanted it, I was selling it for God's sake. He pulled me to the edge of the couch so my head was hanging upside down over the arm, and held me there by pushing all of his weight onto one hand on my right shoulder. I thought my bones were gonna crack. With his other hand he pulled down his pants and pushed his erect dick up to my face. I shook my head every which way, but couldn't get him to stop. He pressed my nostrils together and shoved his cock into my mouth. He thrust in and out and held it there, having me choking and coughing the entire time. It was the most rough I had ever been treated. Just as I thought he was about to cum and my ordeal with out be over, he reached my uniform skirt and slid his fingers under my panties. I wanted to scream but couldn't as his cock was all the way in my throat. I didn't want is disgusting fingers touching my pussy. My pussy that had only been touched by one man, one sweet lover. "Wow, wet as fuck...do you know how creamy your pussy is? You like this whore. That's why you do it. I thought you needed money. You need cock." He laughed while he pushed a finger into my pussy. "Wow, tight as fuck too." I squirmed as much as I could but he dominated me completely. He shoved another couple of fingers inside me and then started fucking me hard with them. It hurt but I could do nothing to stop him as he rhythmically fucked my throat. "I think I need to fuck this tight pussy. You owe me that don't you cunt?" he snarled. I couldn't reply, his cock muffled my screams. Tears streamed down my face, into my hair. My head was dizzy from lack of oxygen from being upside down and not having a clear airway. Finally he pulled out of my mouth. He asked me again if I owed him my pussy. "No please, No. I'll suck you off, but please don't fuck me." "Look bitch, your mouth aint all that. I hear the going rate is dropping by the day. I tell you what, if you willingly give me your pussy, I won't take your ass." Ass? My mind went crazy. I had never been fucked in the ass and I wasn't about to start with this monster. What to do. I had no way out. I could either fight him as he raped my pussy and ass or I could give him my pussy and save my ass. "Ok, I'll fuck you. Just pussy." I stuttered as I cried. He smiled and directed me to take off my uniform. He sat back on the couch and told me to hop on. I couldn't believe it, not only was he making me let him fuck me, he was making me fuck him! His big belly was in the way, so he faced me the other direction. He told me to thank him for fucking me while I slide down his big pole. And with that, I did as I was told. I lowed myself onto his throbbing cock, slowly, adjusting to the stretching, full feeling of having a big cock inside me, while I thanked him like a crazed horny slut would. "Faster" "Bend over farther" "fuck me all the way in." He directed me. It hurt at first, his cock was hitting my cervix, super deep. Then it started to feel warm and good. I hated myself for it, but I was starting to like it. Suddenly he stood up, pushed me over to where I was touching my toes and fucked me with all his strength. I felt like I was being torn apart, but I shuttered and came. "You like this bitch?" "that's right little slut, cum all over that cock." "Tell me no now you whore." I wanted to scream out that I did like it. That I liked his hard, evil cock ripping my tight pussy apart, but I didn't. I was too proud and too ashamed of myself for feeling that way. I felt him grow bigger and then cum inside me, three big pulses as his hard cock spewed his seed deep inside me. He pulled his cock out and told me to get the hell out and never come back, unless I wanted to get fucked some more. How I Became A Nasty Whore Ch. 04 I left that night in despair. What was I going to do now? I needed to make rent soon and I was without a job. I spent a couple of nights at the bar, doing the usual, making $80 - $100 sucking cocks. Then one night, my world crashed down. Bruce, the bartender stopped me on my way in. He told me he knew what I was up to and that it was getting out, and I was to stop coming into their bar at all. He was nice enough to offer to let me stay at his place if I was evicted, paying him handsomely, he said with a wink and a grab of his crotch. I'd had enough. I was exhausted and didn't have it in me to protest. I spent four days trying to find honest work. The only job I was called back for was working the cash register at a fast food restaurant for minimum wage. It wasn't appealing. Then I saw an ad for a sex phone worker. I put on my best business outfit and headed to the address. To my dismay, the woman behind the desk explained how it all worked. It would cost me nearly $300 just to get started and then they got a huge cut of the money. I broke down into tears explaining that I didn't have the money to start and was looking for a way to pay my bills. She seemed to really understand the position I was in and gave me an email address of a man who might know of other work for me. I went home and sent an email to the address she gave me. I explained I was hard working, eager to learn, had a great grade point average in high school and was a member of many clubs. I got a reply almost instantly telling me to sign into a chat room with directions on how to do so. I was nervous but excited. When I signed in, I got a private message from a man name Chuck. Our chat was interesting. so you are looking for work? yes sir, I am in need of a job and very interested in whatever you can give me. I might have a job for you. Did Betty explain the nature of my business? no sir, she only told me that you might have something to suit me. Ok, well having been to Betty, you likely know this is in the adult entertainment industry. Oh, ok, what exactly do you do? I do a lot of things. I have models who perform adult acts in movies. Are you interested in that kind of work? Oh no sir, I can't be in a porn movie. Well, then there is another option, though maybe not as a profitable for you. Please explain Well, I have some models who entertain men privately You mean prostitution? Some people may call it that. It depends. My more attractive models are usually paid just to be dates for men who don't have the time or energy to have relationships. Maybe accompany them to business dinners or awards ceremonies. Some of those models may, at times and at their discretion, have some form at intimacy with those men. Well, I guess that sounds ok. It is at their discretion? Don't get ahead of yourself, little one. I said my more attractive models. It all depends on what you are worth. A successful and wealthy man may pay to spend an evening with a highly attractive woman. Are you highly attractive? Describe yourself Ok, I think I am attractive. I have shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, a nice smile. That's all good to know, but I am looking for more like height, weight, bra size, cellulite? Um, Ok, well I am 5'3", 140lbs, 36C, in decent shape. Ok, I appreciate your honesty. Decent shape is not really what is attractive here in Miami. I am sure you understand. So, wait, do you mean you have nothing for me? Well, I do at times take on more normal girls, but you would have do much more for that role. What would I have to do? Anything that is requested. With that I froze. I was desperate, but was I ready to be pimped out by some stranger? I felt good about my looks a few minutes ago, and now suddenly feel ashamed and ugly. I guess you aren't interested? Was I? I wasn't sure. How much money? Oh, it will vary based on how many hours you want to work and how you compare to the other girls in looks and abilities. I don't know that you are the right fit. You seem uncomfortable. Please wait, I am surprised, but not sure I am uncomfortable. Have you ever or could you ever see yourself having sex for money? I sat there for a few minutes and then typed, yes. Ok, then if you want to do this, I need to see you. I want to go to the Mad Hatter on the corner of 89th tomorrow at noon. It will be busy. Sit at the bar. Order a drink. Are you old enough to drink? I am 18. Ok, then order a coke. Wear a white blouse, a short skirt, what color is your shortest skirt? black Ok, wear that black short skirt and white blouse. Once you are about halfway through your soda, go to the bathroom. I will have left a coin next to your soda. The coin is your ranking. A quarter is the best, a nickel is the lowest I will accept. If you don't have a nickel, I am truly sorry but you will need to seek employment elsewhere. If you are a quarter, you can write your own ticket, choosing the men you see and setting your limit list high. If you are a nickel, you will have no choice with who you see and will need to have very very few limits. Is this clear to you? I think so. What do you mean by limits? We'll discuss later if you fit in. After you get your coin, sign back into this site at 4pm if you want to work for me. With that I signed off. I got up early the next morning and worked hard curling my hair, applying my make up and doing my best to look my best. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I figured, as I took one last look in the mirror, I am at least $0.15. I made my way down to the place he mentioned and did as he said. It was packed in there, and very chaotic. I felt like everyone had their eyes glued to me, but in reality only one man did. It felt weird cause I couldn't tell who he was. I sipped my soda for about 20 minutes, then got up to go the bathroom. I stayed in there, looking in the mirror while other girls came and went. I found myself checking them all out, wondering if they were hotter than me. I felt more insecure than ever in my life. Finally I returned to my drink. It was a long walk back. My legs were shaking. I got to my stool and looked down to see a nickel staring up at me. I know I must have turned red. I stood up, grabbed my purse and rushed out of there. I spent the next three hours crying. I felt ugly, and desperate. Maybe I should return home. I had been lying to all my friends as if my lover and I were finally together. It finally hit me that I was a stupid girl who wasn't wanted. I thought I should go home, get in college and take the humiliation of not being able to make it on my own. But something else happened. At 3:55, I was at the computer, logged in, waiting for Chuck. Chuck signed in right on time. Hello Nicky, I am glad you are here. You are glad? But I am only a nickel? I understand you are likely disappointed. But you have to understand, this is the land of breast implants, tans and models. It is hard to compete. Perhaps as you work hard, you can move to a dime in awhile. What would I have to do to be a dime? I would say get breast implants, fix your teeth, work out, drop 25lbs. Wow, I felt awful. Ok, so do you want to work for me? I think so. What do I have to do? The next step is simple. We meet in person. We discuss your limits and we do an audition. You mean I have to sleep with you? You will always sleep with me when I want you to. But don't worry, I have about 22 models and a wife, so I won't request it often. :) Meeting my pimp. I walked up to the table slowly and asked if he was Chuck. He was quite handsome, blue eyes, light hair, on the smaller side at about 5'8" and fit. He was wearing a shirt and tie and looked like a typical business man. He explained a little about himself. He owns an insurance agency, has a wife and three kids, and does this on the side. He keeps only 30% of what his girls make in a day for this type of work, and he ensures safety, either accompanying the girls himself, having them work in a controlled environment owned by a business partner or having a friend guard them. He said he had clients from all walks of life, from CEOs to truck drivers. Then we talked about limits. I didn't really understand what he meant at first. He put a long list in front of me and said that as a nickel I could select five things that I would not consent to doing. My problem was that there were more than 5 that I never wanted to do... from being shit on to being with a girl. I thought I was going to be sick to my stomach, but I chose five: Bestiality Scat Being with women Being with more than three men at a time Being choked With that he led me to his car and drove us to a grungy looking motel. Once at the motel, he told me to come with him as he went into the office. The guy behind the counter clearly knew him. He was a big man with a white wife beater tee shirt, missing some teeth and smelling like he hadn't showered in three days. Chuck smiled at him and told him I was knew and that we'd be paying today. The guy nodded, gave him the key, and wished me luck. I was mortified. As we walked to the room, Chuck explained that on the days where I worked here, I could choose to either pay the man $30 an hour to use the room or I could suck him off and use it for the entire day. I was silent. Shocked and disgusted. Once in the room, Chuck turned me around and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I actually thought he was very hot and I eagerly kissed him back. He told me it was a good job, to always seem that eager, unless the client doesn't want eager. Then he told me that as a nickel I will normally have two types of clients, poor clients who may be very sweet and treat me with respect cause I am hot in their world, or wealthy clients who want services the hotter bitches won't perform. He explained that today, for this session, he was going to be one of the wealthy clients, to make sure I could handle it. With that he changed completely. "Now slut, take off your clothes." he demanded. I started unbuttoning my blouse and was trying to be sexy, but he growled at me, "not like that bitch, I don't want no sex show, I want to fuck, get those fucking clothes off this second." I quickly pulled my clothes off. "Now turn around, bend over and touch your toes, I want to see that pussy and ass." I did as I was told. Suddenly I felt a hard slap across my ass. Then another. "thank me when I slap you cunt." he screamed. "Thank you Sir, " I squealed after each of the next 10 blows. "Now get your nasty, cheap ass over here and suck my cock." I turned around, got on my knees and opened his pants. Out sprang a nice size cock and it wasn't even hard. I hated to admit it, but I was wet as hell and actually excited to finally have a cock to play with. I put it in my mouth and started sucking him in deep. I wanted to impress him, which I think I did. "Ooh, yeah, you horny little whore, you love cock, I can tell." I sucked him deep and he pushed me deeper. He had grown to about 8 inches long and was pretty fat. I wasn't sure I could take it all but he made me do it. I had tears streaming down my face, but from being choked by his cock, not from crying. I decided to just admit it, I loved sex and sucking his cock was a huge turn on. "He pulled his cock out and squirted huge amounts of cum all over my face. "Now you're a pretty whore. I am impressed, cunt, you suck a good cock. If I am right, I'd even say you actually love doing that. Do you love sucking cock?" "I do" I said, somewhat ashamed for saying it but happy with myself for admitting it. "now, your face is a mess, come with me to clean it off." he said. I started to stand up but he put his hand in my hair and dragged me on my knees to the bathroom. He held me down in the bathroom as he took a couple of photos of me. I hadn't expected the photos, so he explained, "advertising. I can't sell something I can't show." Then he told me to stay really still like a good whore, and he held his cock close to my face. "Open your mouth, slut." he commanded. I opened wide, figuring this was for another photo and thinking if I did, maybe no one could see my eyes and recognize me. Then suddenly, I felt a warm stream of piss flow into my mouth. I quickly closed my mouth and tried to move my head, but he held me so tightly by hair, I couldn't move. "stop whore. You had your chance to say no to piss drinking and you didn't take it. Now open your nasty mouth and drink this hot piss." Now I was crying real tears. I opened my mouth and felt the fluid run it. I didn't swallow, but let it run out. This angered him, "I said drink bitch...you will drink my piss and you will thank me for it.," With that I swallowed a big gulp of the golden, warm, sour fluid. He pointed his soft dick to my forehead and washed his cum down my body with his piss, the whole time taking pictures. When he had no more piss to spray on me, he told me to lick his cock clean, and I did, like it was a lollipop and as if I loved his cock. Secretly, I was very turned on. I did kinda love his cock. I felt like it controlled me and I wanted to worship it, to drink from it, to serve it. My pussy was so wet it made a puddle on the floor next to the puddle of urine he had created. As I licked him, he had grown hard again. He said, "well, I paid for an hour, I might as well take the whole time, get over here." He stood me up and bent me over the toilet. I thought this was good in case I threw up, as my stomach was stirring full of piss. He rubbed my pussy and laughed at how wet I was. Then, with no warning, he shoved his hard cock deep into my pussy. It was the biggest of the three cocks to ever be inside me and it was incredible. I could feel him hitting my cervix and my belly button moved with each thrust, from the inside. I was bucking back, trying to meet his hard, fast thrusts, loving the feeling. Just as I was about to cum, he pulled his cock out and as quickly as he had entered my pussy, he rammed into my virgin asshole. I screamed out in terror. I felt like I was being ripped. "Oh yeah, whores love being ass fucked. I love fucking your slutty, cheap whore ass." he growled as he kept his fast rhythm and tore my asshole to pieces. He fucked me like that for a long time. I felt like I was going to pass out, my ass was on fire. But eventually the pain turned to a good warm feeling and I learned to relax and let him in. He spanked me a few times and rubbed my clit. He reach around and slapped my tits and told me what a good cheap whore I was being. Before I knew what was happening, I was bucking backwards onto his cock, thrusting against him, trying to take more of him inside me. I screamed out to him, "oh god, fuck me harder." and as he pounded me faster and deeper, I had the most intense orgasm of my life. As I came, he pulled my hair back and told me I was actually a slut, because he could I loved this enough that I would give it away. I felt his cock growing harder and bigger and then shot deep into my ass, over and over, filling me up. He stayed still and I could feel his cock softening in my asshole. Then, I felt a warm rush of fluid fill my bowels. My stomach knotted up and started to cramp. He was pissing inside my ass. I let out a faint, "no please" as I was cramping. A big no no he had told me. I was never to say no to anything. He put his face next to my ear and reminded me. "I paid for you, you do not EVER say no." then spit in my face. "Now hold it in, don't let any escape," he said as he pulled out of my tortured ass. I tried to clench but felt numb from the fucking and felt some fluid trickle out. He pushed me down to sit on the floor and smiling at me, told me to clean his cock. I started to reach for a rag on the side of the tub, and he laughed. Looking me in the eye with his pretty blue eyes he said, "do you really think I want you to clean with a rag?" With tears streaming down my cheeks, I took his soiled,dirty, soft cock into my mouth and licked it clean. It was foul tasting. He laughed at me, "don't act like you don't love it, you came. You got yours." and he was right. I was humiliated that he knew how much pleasure he had given me, yet I wanted more. It was the lowest I had ever been. The lowest I could ever be, or so I thought.