4 comments/ 18824 views/ 14 favorites Jazzmyne By: Gazzebo I awoke to the screeching of my alarm, softly moaning as a ringing headache finally took over. I had little recollecting as to what exactly I did the night before, only that I had snorted a shitload of coke and that I had been fucked by some guys. My vision was slightly blurred, my ears were ringing and my nose was runny- the effects of all the cocaine I snorted the night before were becoming obvious. I was in a tiny, one-room, filthy apartment; the one I had been living in for a little over six months now ever since I had left my ex-boyfriend for a man named Saul, who was actually twenty years my senior, me having just turned 20 a couple weeks ago. It was the middle of July, and, having failed to pay my monthly bills, the sweltering outside heat easily moved into my basement-level apartment room. I slowly stood up off my dirty mattress that lay on the concrete floor of my apartment. The toilet was a mere seven feet from the corner where my mattress lay, and an old sink and a cracked full body mirror was beside it. A few broken bottles lay on the grimy floor, as well as a couple of used condoms. Suddenly, I heard my cell phone ring with a text- it was from Saul. "I got a business trip coming up, wont be here for a week" By business trip, I knew he meant he was going to a supplier for more drugs to sell. Saul was a small-time dealer in the local area; he didn't make much profit from his sales, but he had enough to support himself and (barely) me. A minute passed, and he texted again. "I want a quick fuck b4 i leave ok?" "ok fine" I texted back, evidently reluctant. Saul constantly lusted over me, fucking me almost every other day, and when wasn't fucking me, he was essentially pimping me out to his friends. He was a bastard, but I stayed with him for the coke and the money. I myself was unemployed for over two years now- I was actually fired from a job in a fast food chain in another state. I had also chosen not to go to college; in fact I dropped out of high school to live with a boyfriend, running away from my parents. Of course, I now realized that my original plans of living a life of romance had not gone the way I had anticipated. I began to prepare for Saul's arrival. He always wanted me looking as slutty and hot as possible when he fucked me, and I needed to be quick. I looked at myself in the broken mirror. My face was covered in a thick layer of crusty, dried cum from the night before, as were my breasts and my pussy. My bronze, mocha skin glistened with sweat, and was covered in tattoos. My large D-cup breasts were both tattooed with roses and thorns extending to my belly, which also had tattoos reading "This Slut Will Fuck For Free", which Saul actually had given me several months back. I also had a larger tattoo of a dick squirting cum, my name "Jazzmyne" and some of my past names that my boyfriends had given me (Kortnee, Lavoya, Chesti, and Raquelle to name a few). I had a few near my crotch, angel wings on my back, a lot on my legs and two on my asscheeks reading "BUTT SLUT". In addition to those, I had a number of piercings as well. I had a nasal septum ring, over a dozen earrings, brow rings, two nipple rings and two labia piercings. I washed up my cum-covered face and put on thick, yellow lipstick to make my lips look full and pouty, and put on heavy mascara and eyeshadow. I exaggerated my arched eyebrows (which were also tattoos, because my previous boyfriend had shaven off my eyebrows when he learned I was cheating), but had to leave my hair in its crazy, frayed state when I heard Saul's car park outside. I quickly slipped on a tight pair of black spandex booty shorts, and a matching black spandex sports bra, complete with a zipper. I only pulled the zipper halfway, exposing a great deal of cleavage. I knew he loved it when I wore spandex, and the slut within me had to please him. It was my only purpose in life. I completed my outfit with a pair of old high heels. Saul opened the door to my apartment, already wearing his suit and tie. I could already see how horny he was, as his boner was already starting to take shape and sweat dripped down from his brow. "You're lookin' damn fine today Jazzmyne." he told me. He approached me slowly, and slapped my ass hard. I jumped a little, and he chuckled. His hand cupped and caressed one of my large, luscious breasts, circling around the piercing and tugging slightly at the spandex encasing it. He grabbed both of my shoulders, and brought me even closer. He towered over me, being at least several inches taller. His face closed in on mine, and he began to lick my ear and bit the earlobe. I let out a soft moan, and in response he began to unbuckle his belt and take off his shirt. "Damn Jazzmyne! You got me real hot for you today, girl!" he exclaimed. He brought me in again, this time bringing my thick lips close to his and sloppily kissing me. He tugged at my pierced tongue with his own, and licked at my teeth and gums for a few moments while his hand stroked my tits and made its way down to my crotch. He began to stroke my cameltoe, feeling my soft, swollen labia and its rings, and even inserting a finger into my sopping wet hole through the spandex shorts. "Ugh... Fuck..." I whispered in a quivering voice. My feelings of ecstasy were beginning to take over. He roughly broke the kiss and threw me over to my mattress on the floor, then proceeded to take off his pants, revealing his enormous, erect dick. It was obvious he had taken drugs to enlarge his dick- it was at least eight inches in length and about three inches in width, precum already dripping from the swollen, purple head. "Ready to be fucked, slut?" he said mockingly as he pulled down my spandex shorts, revealing my pierced and tattooed pussy. Immediately, he slammed his enormous dick into my sopping wet entrance, causing me to scream in pain and pleasure at the sudden penetration. He went in as deep as possibly could, I swear to God I could even feel him in my stomach as he slammed against my cervix. He stayed in that position for a few seconds, then began to pump in and out of me. "Fuck... fuck!" he yelled as he picked up speed, his cock getting wetter each time. I myself was starting to moan and scream, getting high off of the penetration. "Shit... AWW FUUUCK! JESUS FUCK!" I yelled as I approached an early climax. He was going lightning fast as he fucked my pussy like there was no tomorrow. At one point, he reached down with his free hand (his other hand was grabbing my hair for leverage) and pulled at my labia ring- that was it for me. I exploded all over his dick, creaming it in a thick layer of cum. "FUUUUCK! FUUUUCK!" My screams echoed against the concrete walls. I felt myself piss all over his dick and the mattress, as he continued to fuck my now half-conscious body. "Damn Jazz! You'se an early squirter!" he yelled, going even faster this time. I felt his dick harden a bit deep in my vagina- it was clear he was close to cumming. As he fucked my limp body, I simply moaned, trying to get him to cum. I felt myself piss again a bit. "I'm wanna cum!" he proclaimed. "Where do you want it, slut? Wanna facial again? Or should I knock you up this time? A bit of semen in the vagina?" When I heard those words, I cried. I couldn't let him impregnate me- he would never let me have birth control, and he would leave me. "Facial... I wanna facial..." I weakly said. "Really, whore? Cuz I wanna.. I wanna cum in ya pussy!" he groaned, almost like an animal. "NO! PLEASE SAUL! STO... NOOO!" I did my best to get him to pull out, but he just kept going closer and closer to climax. "Gettin' real close, slut..." he paused, then smirked. "I want you to beg for it. Say what you really are, say what your job is" He was a sadist; he loved it when I was suffering and wanted me to beg for everything. And so I repeated the mantra he had told me to memorize. "I'm a naughty, dirty slut! My purpose is to serve... AGH! YOUUU!" I yelled. "Again!" "I'm a naughty dirty slut! I'm a naughty dirty slut! I'm a naughty dirty slut Immanaughtydirtyslut Immanaughtydirtyslut Immanaughtydirtyslut..." I kept repeating, almost robotically, through my tears. He was so close, I could feel him holding in his semen as I felt some precum leaking inside of me. "Too late slut! You get what you deserve!" Immediately, he exploded deep inside of me, unloading what felt like a gallon of warm, sticky semen inside of my awaiting pussy. He moaned and groaned as I screamed in horror through my tears, my mascara running. He filled me to the brim, fresh semen leaking out of my pussy as he made sure to ejaculate inside of me me fully. It took him nearly a minute to finish off his ejaculation, and when he was done, he stayed inside of me, letting his dick grow soft inside of my pussy. I just laid there, hyperventilating and still crying. He stroked my wet, almost paralyzed face, then licked it, saying, "You were a good slut today, Jazzmyne. A good, good slut." I knew he wasn't finished. He slowly pulled out with a wet plop, and turned over my body, exposing my luscious, tattooed asscheeks. He briefly got up and got a pair of dusty capri leggings lying on the floor, and tied my wrists onto a nearby rusty pipe. He then spread my cheeks, and brutally forced his enormous dick into my asshole, and for another painful twenty minutes, he fucked me in the ass and cummed again. When he left an hour later, he left me there, my face covered in cum, my asshole filled and his sperm swimming in my pussy. Tears continued flowing from my eyes, knowing that this is the life I now live, and I will have to enjoy it. Jazzmyne Ch. 02 Note: The story takes place about two years before the events of the first. It is a sort of "origin story" before I continue with Jazzmyne's story. ________________________ "Ohhh...Shit! FUCK!" I screamed in pleasure as the large truck driver continued to relentlessly fuck my tight asshole, sweat dripping down from my face. This complete stranger, whom I met a mere five minutes earlier, was already deep inside of me, ready to cum any moment and willing to pay at fifty bucks for it. I had gone to the store to buy some cigarettes for my boyfriend (and essentially, pimp) Madsen, but ended up being seduced by this guy and getting fucked- what a way to spend a 19th birthday. "Shit! I'm gonna cum!" he announced, and he picked up speed, his balls slapping against my freshly pierced pussy. "Gah! SHIT! Aggh!" I groaned, the pain and pleasure overtaking me. He slapped my tattooed asscheeks one more time, before he exploded deep inside my asshole. "Aah! Aaah! Damn! Shit!" he yelled as he splurged his fresh, warm semen deep inside of me, filling me to the brim as some of the sticky substance even leaked from my hole. I groaned as he grew soft inside of me. My hands were shaking from the sex and from holding onto the dirty sink so hard. I was breathing heavily, recovering from the sex, as he pulled up his pants and buckled them. A knock on the door sounded as the gas station attendant inquired if everything was alright, and the truck driver said everything was fine. He unlocked the door, and before he left he brought in my face for a long, sloppy kiss. I pulled up my shiny leggings and put on my leather jacket, started my car and headed back to the nearby neighborhood where I lived with Madsen. It was about a ten minute drive, but with my asshole burning it felt like nearly an hour before I drove into the pothole and weed ridden driveway of Madsen's tiny house. The house served as a crackhouse for the rest of the community, so there were always new people there, who sometimes even slept there for weeks before leaving. Upon entering, the smell of freshly lit cigarettes, weed and street cut cocaine was strong all over the dilapidated house, and at least seven guys were strewn all over the floor and on the couch, most of them unconscious or half-conscious. One of the half-awake guys woke up suddenly, and murmured, "Heey, girl! Wanna fuck?" He grabbed my ass, and I slapped him away. "Fuck off" I replied. I went to the bathroom to quickly change my sweaty clothes. I took off my leather jacket and my white v-neck shirt, as well as my shiny leggings and heels, and changed into a pair of patterned spandex capris and an older, more traditional, low-cut Indian shirt with some light-blue accents- an article of clothing indicative of my Indian heritage on my mother's side. The shirt had one sleeve, while the other side was sleeveless and shoulderless. The tightness of the shirt emphasized my large, D-cup breasts, my pierced nipples bleeding through the tight fabric. The shirt was also quite short, enough to reveal a great deal of my fit, tattooed belly with its belly piercing. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Madsen came in. He was a white guy of average build, not too muscular nor too lean. He was only slightly taller than me, and his body was riddled with tattoos. Having fucked with him before, his dick was, compared to other guys that have fucked me, was rather smaller than average. He was wearing a simple white tank top and sagged his jeans. He approached me, and gave me a deep, passionate kiss while his hand cupped my breast. "I like how you look today, girl..." he muttered with a shaky voice. It was obvious he was high, especially from his breath. He gripped my breast slightly harder, and I winced. "My boys out there want a good fuck today... Think you can satisfy 'em... and me too?" I was so tired from the anal sex I just had a mere half hour ago. But I couldn't get enough of the sex. So, I agreed, and quickly put on thick, red lipstick to make myself look at least somewhat decent for my audience. We went out to the small living room with the half-conscious druggies were beginning to wake up, their boners already visible. "Why don't you start off with me, slut?" Madsen pulled down his jeans, revealing his long, hard cock. I slowly bent down, trying to seduce him slowly, but he was too horny for a little foreplay. He grabbed my hair, and shoved his dick into my awaiting, pouty mouth. My hand grabbed his hairy ballsack, and stroked his huge dick from there. The other druggies now stood up and, pulling their pants down, began to jack themselves off to me. Saliva began drooling from the corners of my lips and onto my chin, slowly dripping in stringy beads onto the wooden floor. I stroked slightly faster, and used my pierced tongue to swirl around his cock. Suddenly, another dick slapped against my face, and I let go of Madsen's dick to attend to this one. It belonged to a larger man, and thus was much larger, and wider. It was tattooed, but I barley noticed as I sucked it violently. This guy forced it down my throat, causing me to gag instinctively. More saliva mixed with a bit of precum drooled down my neck and onto my top. I stroked this guy's dick fast and hard. "Damn girl! Madsen, this slut knows how to suck dick, man! What is she, 19? But she... aggh! She sucks likes she's been doin' it forever, man!" His dick hardened- he was close to cumming. So, I stroked faster and faster, sucking and slurping his dick up to get him to ejaculate hard and fast. At this point, I had pulled down my spandex capris to finger myself at the same time, to get myself off as well. After several brief moments, he exploded. He squirted a fresh, warm load into my wet mouth, before pulling out his dick and splurging the rest of the semen onto my awaiting face, coating it with a fresh layer of cum. But I wasn't finished- I still had a few more guys to suck off. I moved on to the next guy- a leaner guy, similar to Madsen's build. I grabbed his dick, interrupting his masturbation, and thrust it into my mouth. I sucked it hard and good, like the others. Some other guy got too excited, and before I could even suck him off, splurged all over my face and shirt. "Gaah! FUCK!" his drunken voice yelled. I continued to suck, like a real bitch in heat, and before long this guy also cummed, moaning in a high voice. I slurped as much cum as I could, swallowing about half of it while the rest drooled from my lips. By now, my face was coated in sticky, warm semen and my own spit, as was my neck and shoulderless shirt. I pulled down the neck of my top, revealing my tits, and took the next guy and placed his dick between my them. He began to fuck my tits, groaning in pleasure. He went faster and harder every moment that passed. "Shit... This slut's got real game!" he proclaimed. He was quick to cum, and he exploded semen all over my luscious tits, and soon afterwards, I came to my own climax. I pissed myself all over the floor, creaming myself and covering my hand in warm, wet and smelly piss. In my animal-like state, I licked my hand of the foul-smelling urine, and took two dicks in my hands, stroking them like crazy. Two of the guys I had sucked off became hard once more and shoved both of their hard cocks into my mouth, and I gagged and drooled, making a huge mess of my face. Madsen, who was jacking for a while already, couldn't take it anymore and shot his load all over my tits and shirt, and some onto my face. He stuck his dick into my earhole, and cummed into there as well. He was trying to fill all of my holes! The two dicks in my mouth exploded once more, and I swallowed as much of it as I could before I gagged and drooled a lot of semen onto the floor and my tits. The two I was stroking with my hands cummed too, and coated my small hands with large amounts of the sticky stuff. I slurped up the rest from the tips of their dicks and some off of my fingers. The bitter, salty taste of the cum was strong on my tongue. Madsen, having become hard once more, was still unsatisfied. "I think it's time for some real fucking now, ain't it boys?" he asked the seven men. They all chanted in agreement, and one of the more muscular of them picked me up and put me onto my back on the floor. My pierced, tattooed pussy exposed, he slammed his dick, already quite hard again, into the entrance, already wet from arousal and my piss. He pumped hard, while another guy shoved his dick into my mouth again, causing me to gag from being fucked in such an awkward position. I felt a finger go into my asshole, which was still in pain from earlier. I screamed at the sudden intrusion, as another finger went in, then another. "Yeah! Spit roast that whore!" I heard someone yell. Meanwhile, two more guys entered the house, excited to join the action. It was becoming a larger and larger crowd. I could only handle so many guys, but I was being used so much I could barely noticed while being fucked like a piece of meat. The guy fucking my mouth shot his load after only several minutes, and shot it straight down my throat and the remainder on my belly. Another guy quickly replaced him, and at that same moment the guy fucking my pussy deposited his load inside of me, filling me to the brim with his sperm. The dick in my mouth exploded , and coated my face. The repetition seemed nearly endless. Someone grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto belly, then propped me up onto my knees, and continued to spit roast me. A dick entered my mouth, and another into my pussy. Then, by far my most painful experience of the day, two dicks entered my asshole at the same time. Another entered my mouth, and yet another in my pussy.. In total, I had six dicks inside of me- a true manifestation of a slut. In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash, and few phones being held up. People were taking pictures and videos. Groaning, yelling, chanting and my own screams were echoed throughout the house and could surely be heard outside, which was why so many people were coming to get a good fuck from me. By now, I was only half-conscious, and these guys were fucking a limp body. I felt some of them splurge their semen inside of me, while the rest cummed a few minutes later. One of them, who was still fucking my vagina, took the longest to cum, but he eventually reached climax and filled my vagina like the rest of them. The guys took a break for a while- putting their pants back on and smoking some weed, while looking at my completely used, half-awake body lay on the wooden floor, completely coated in cum and spit, my hair in frays and wet from sweating, and my asshole and pussy expanded at least twice their normal size, sticky cum leaking from their edges. Madsen came over and finished jacking off right in front of me, before he pushed his dick into my swollen, used pussy and cummed inside of me one last time, groaning softly. The crowd cheered him on. Someone handed me a joint, which I weakly smoked before my hand fell to the ground from exhaustion. I glanced over to a clock and noticed that it had been an hour since I had started this. After about ten minutes of relaxation, the horny guys continued, and more came in through the door. Once again, I was continually spit roasted, with multiple dicks intruding my holes constantly and my body filling up with semen until it flowed from my holes like a slow river. My holes were all abused and used, and after almost three hours of this, all I remember was being laid into a car, and a shadowy man handing Madsen a large sum of money, before all went to black. I didn't think about it at the time, but I soon realized I was literally being traded to another guy. Several days later, I woke up in a small trailer park in Louisiana, and ended up doing similar things there with a small gang of guys- except this time, it was daily. In the interest of time... __________________________________________________________________ "Please Dan! This is too far! Dan please! FUCK!" My new boyfriend (and, essentially, owner) brought the shaving razor close to my face, and to prevent myself from getting cut, I ultimately decided to not resist against his huge hands. The razor shaved off both of my eyebrows, leaving my forehead bald and my face nearly unrecognizable. He threw my half naked body, only wearing a pair of booty shorts, to the floor of the small trailer. "That's what happens when you let other guys fuck you without me sayin', slut. You know what, I don't think anyone would fuck you without those brows.." he said to me as I lay there, crying. He then left me there. I lay there for a good two hours, before deciding to get up, get dressed and drive to the nearby town, to the tattoo parlor. There, I had the artist tattoo on solid black, arched eyebrows onto my face. It took about an hour, and the creep glanced at my face and body lustily. When he finished, he gave me the total- of which I could not pay up, not only because I couldn't afford it, but also because I did not have any money at all. Dan never gave me money, just things- slutty clothes, tattoos and sex toys- all things sex, nothing else (besides food and drugs, of course). There was no one in the parlor besides me and the artist. His lustful stare continued, and under his breath, he muttered, "Well, if you can't pay, there is always another option" His hand approached my left tit, and began to stroke it through the fabric of my tank top, before another person- a tall man in a suit- approached him. "I'll pay for her, Sanders, don't get your hopes up" I breathed a sigh of relief. This guy was my savior. He walked with me outside into the dark alleyway. "Thanks.." I told him softly. His hand held mine. "You're Dan's girl, right?" I nodded in reply. "Name's Saul. I'm his cousin. I know what he does to you" We stood there in the dark alleyway in silence, my arms crossed, before he spoke again. "I can give you a place to live, you know... I've got a small apartment in South Carolina, it's not far" he said. His hand came up and stroked my cheek and my lips. His kindness was a bit shocking for me, as most of my partners in the past had been using me for my body. "You're a beautiful young girl. What's your name?" His hand moved to my shoulder, and we walked to his car. "Dan calls me Chesti" "You don't sound like you like that name, and it doesn't seem like your real one" I hesitated for a moment, almost forgetting my real name. It's been a while since I've actually used it. "My parents called me Noore" My name was of Indian origin, as my mom was half-Indian herself; I was a girl of rather numerous racial origins. "Hmmm... how about we give you a more... glamorous name?" I felt a little awkward. Here I was, another guy giving me another name. I had a feeling it would be another name typical of other sluts like Synammon or Dixi. "Jazzmyne sounds nice.." he said. "Yes, I think it fits perfectly!" He started the car, and within moments we were on the freeway. Jazzmyne Ch. 03 The sounds of buzzing filled the room as Tony (Saul's personal barber and tattoo artist) sheared off a small remainder of my thick hair. Looking into the mirror, it wasn't half bad- actually, half of my head was shaved, and the hair that remained was tightly braided and dyed with purple, yellow and green highlights. I had on my dozen earrings on each ear, my brow rings (and my tattooed eyebrows) and a nose ring. "Looks good, Jazzmyne" my barber, Tony said. In actuality, I loved my hair the way it was, but Saul, being the controlling son of a bitch he was, forced me to get one to look "better for the customers". I was virtually his slut, his whore to deal out to the highest bidder. Today, however, was my break from the chaos of my work- I had turned 21 today, and the haircut, along with a couple of tattoos, were my gifts, courtesy of Saul. The tattoos were, of course, Saul's decisions- a tattoo of a skull on my neck, "Saul's Bitch" on my left tit, the traditional Chinese character for "Love" near my crotch, and a naked angel on my back with a skull for a face. I've had tattoos since I was at least 14, but never would I have guessed I would have been covered in them as I was now. I got up from the table, completely naked, and dressed into my tight, shiny leggings that showed off my curvy yet skinny figure, a long-sleeve white v-neck (that was so tight that my disproportionally large breasts was literally ready to burst out of the shirt), a cheap leather jacket and a pair of old heels. I quickly put on some purple lipstick and some eyeshadow and mascara. Grabbing my purse, I left the tiny shop and into the warm night, planning to head to a club to dance (and possibly fuck) the night away. I wanted to take advantage of my free day the best I could. Before heading to the club, I decided to at least roll a joint or two of some of the kush that Saul had given me earlier that day. I headed to a dark, secluded alleyway, opened my bag and hastily rolled a joint. I flicked my lighter several times before it finally came to life, and inhaled as much of the good stuff as possible. A wave of euphoria overcame my senses as all my problems whisked away into nothingness, just like everytime I smoked a joint. I fell onto the concrete ground as I laughed almost maniacally. I thought I saw other people staring as they passed by, but I ignored whatever I saw. When my first joint was spent, I wanted to roll another. I certainly had the time. I reached into my bag to reach for more weed to roll, but I couldn't find the damn bag. Fuck! I must have lost it when I was high as fuck. I couldn't even find the damn lighter. I decided to ditch the act and just get some regular smokes at the nearest gas station, so I walked about a quarter mile to a tiny gas station nearby a vacant lot. Entering the small store, I picked up a pack and went to the register, handing him Saul's credit card. He declined the card, saying the account was frozen. "You can't be fuckin' serious!" I almost yelled. "Cash or nothing" the man said. Fuck! I didn't reply, and he snatched the smokes from my hand. "Wait! Wait!" I stammered, but he remained noncompliant. I was about to turn around and leave before I heard a strong voice resound behind me: "I'll pay for her" it said. Turning around, I saw a lean, muscular black man. Fuck, he was hot- chiseled body, tall in stature, firm jaw, a bit of stubble; everything a girl could want. And he was going to pay for my smokes. I had to get to know this guy. Handing me my cigarettes, I thanked him, my voice slightly quivering. "It's nothing" he replied in a much calmer tone as we headed outside. I took a cigarette, but I realized I still had no lighter. "You got a light?" I asked him, and he silently complied by taking out a bic and lighting the end of my cigarette. We talked for a bit while I smoked, and I offered him one but he said he didn't smoke. "Why do you carry around a lighter then?" "There are other uses for a lighter than smoking... miss?" "Just call me Jazzmyne" "Jazzmyne... nice" he said. "Sexy name" he said, and I laughed in reply. I was really liking this guy. We talked for a good hour about things that I usually didn't talk about with strangers- movies, exercise, dance- things that I actually loved, not the usual talk of sex, money and drugs. I was beginning to think I had found my true love. He was sexy, kind and cool- everything I was looking for in a guy. "You single?" he asked, quite abruptly. Shit, he just had to ask. "Umm... no. No, I'm not" As much as I hated to say it, I had to. Though Saul was technically not my boyfriend (though he may consider be to be his "side bitch"), he would kill me if I was caught with another man. "My boyfriend and I have grown apart, though. He was a bit of an asshole" I said calmly. I wanted to grow closer to this guy. Maybe he could bring me to a better life. We stood there in awkward silence for a while, before I felt his hand grab mine; not harshly, but softly. It was a kind touch, a loving touch. Slowly but surely, he brought me in his embrace, and his lips approached mine. He was a bit taller for me, but I could handle it. He kissed me passionately, and we held it for what seemed like thirty minutes. His tongue grasped my pierced tongue, licking my teeth and gums and sucking my breath. The kiss was intensifying with every moment, electrifying every part of my body. I felt my pierced nipples get hard, and he knew it too. His free hand moved towards my chest, not grabbing it like most men I've fucked have, but stroking it slowly. He ran his finger over my nipple through the tight fabric of my shirt, then roamed his hands over my tight belly, then over the slippery fabric of my leggings. He kneaded my ass cheeks softly, and briefly touched my cameltoe, causing me to moan in pleasure. "Mmm.. Oooh. ohhh" "You sound excited" he said. I chuckled lightly in response, and out of instinct we both rushed into the bathroom to further our passions. It was a filthy bathroom but our emotions were too high to really care. We occupied the last stall, locked it and continued our intense kiss. I took off my jacket, throwing it to the ground while he grabbed my ass and breasts, arousing me. I felt the hardness of his dick against my thigh, and I reached towards his pants to unleash his beast. Unbuttoning his jeans, his massive erect cock sprung out. Grabbing it revealed that it dwarfed my hand, which somewhat scared me, even after experiencing getting fucked by bigger guys. My heart was racing, no foreplay was necessary. I bent down slowly, licking the tip before engulfing the entire thing into my mouth. His head sprung up towards the ceiling, and he moaned as I swirled my tongue around it. My mouth was filled, and I wasn't even halfway down the shaft! "Fuuuuck..." he groaned, his deep voice echoing against the walls of the bathroom. I continued to push his dick deeper into my mouth into my throat, gagging myself with it as I attempted to house its full length. I made choking sounds, and spit began to drool from the corners of my lips. My right hand grasped his shaved ballsack while my other hand stroked my pussy. I was getting so horny. In a matter of moments, the entirety of his dick was inside of my mouth, and he was surprised at my skill. His dick literally reached the back of my throat, I swear I thought I was going to pass out with how long it was. Though I've fucked bigger guys, I've never deep throated a dick this long! I continued to gag and drool all over the place, before I finally gave in and expelled the dick (and a lot of spit) from my mouth. I gasped for air, my face red with exhaustion and my forehead was shiny with beads of sweat. "You are amazing..." he said, gasping. I continued to gasp for air, but in my horny, almost animal-like state, I told him something that I have never asked for. "Fuck me in the ass" I've done anal countless times in my youth, but never have I consented to it. I wanted it this time. "What?!" he sounded surprised. "Fuck me in the ass!" I demanded again. "Fuck me!" I stood up, pulled down my shiny leggings, and bent over the toilet, my hands to the wall. I exposed my juicy ass to him, tattooed with the words "BUTT SLUT" on each cheek. He was absolutely speechless, both in shock and excitement. "That is some fine ass you got, girl!" he said laughing. His enormous dick still hard, he decided to go through with it. I felt the tip enter my tight asshole. Pain overflowed my senses, but I knew that the tip was only the worst part. Few more inches... Agh! The rest was history for me, and before long the entire 10 inches were deep in my ass. I swear I felt him in my bowels by then. "AAGGH! FUCK! YES FUCK! FUCK MY ASS!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. He began to pump, in and out and in and out. I screamed each time, but after he picked up speed and fucked my ass at a regular rate I began to moan in pleasure. My true sluttiness overtook me, as I continued to tell him to fuck me harder and harder. I was drenched in sweat, with one hand on the wall and the other furiously fingering my wet, pierced pussy. I felt his balls slapping against my pussy, echoing against the walls along with his moans and my violent screams. "Shit! FUUUUCK! FUUCK! HARDER!" I yelled. He went faster than ever, pushing deeper each time and making my asshole burn, punishing my walls with his girth. What felt like mere seconds passed before he announced he was going to cum. "Damn... AAGH! I'm gonna, I'm gonna cum!" he said furiously panting. He was still violently fucking me, but as he approached his orgasm, I was approaching mine as well. Never had this happened in my life- everytime I got fucked, I either cummed first or never at all. Never at the same time. Now it would possibly happen! "Aaagh! Aaaagh! AAAGH!" he screamed at the top of his longs, beginning to squirt precum into my asshole. At the same moment, I exploded in orgasm. "SHIT! FUUUUUUUCK! AAGH,, GAAH!" I yelled. My ears rang and I saw white for a brief moment before squirting all over my hand and the toilet. Fresh, smelly piss went everywhere; all over my leggings, hand and even all over him. But neither of us cared, being too engrossed in the moment. Within moments, he cummed too. "GAAH!" He finally squirted his semen deep inside of me, filling my asshole with warm, sticky cum and thrusting into me one last time, deeper than ever. What felt like gallons of cum flooded my insides, filling me to the brim as some even leaked from the edges of my asshole. He continued to cum inside of me, before, finally expelling the last of his semen and growing soft inside of my asshole. His breathing began to slow, and after a few minutes he pulled out slowly, leaving some sticky strands of cum in my asshole. My asshole had been expanded greatly, I could feel it, but it soon returned to its normal size. It burned like hell, but I loved it. I squeezed my middle and index finger into my loose asshole, scooping up some of the cum, and licked it clean from my fingers, making sure he could clearly see me. It did not taste good at all, in fact I was pretty sure I could taste some of my shit, but I was so horny I couldn't have cared less. I pulled up my leggings, put on my jacket and opened the stall door. I looked into the mirror- I was drenched in sweat and spit- my nipples could be clearly seen through my tight shirt. I washed up my face. I heard him tell me he would meet me outside, and left. When I got outside, he gave me another light and I smoked a few cigarettes. We talked about stuff again, unrelated to the intense sex we just had. "So where you from?" I asked him. "Well I grew up in Philadelphia but I just moved here from California. You?" "Arkansas" I replied plainly. "Actually, I was born in Detroit but I moved to a small trailer park in Arkansas with my step dad when I was in high school" "Hmm... Trailer park girl.. I like it!" We laughed at his comment, before he came closer to me and held my hand. "How about we head over to your place?" he asked. I had hoped he wouldn't ask to come to my place; my apartment was shitty and it would definitely be a turn off, but I complied and said, "Sure". So, we walked the few miles to the dilapidated projects where I lived. We got there at about one o'clock in the morning, maybe two. He was surprised when we got there, especially when we got to my tiny basement level room. To him, it was probably dirtier than the bathroom where we just fucked. "How could a beautiful girl like you live in a place like this?" he asked, looking around the place. Used condoms, broken bottles, dusty clothes and used needles were scattered on the cold concrete floor; spider webs and dust were in the corners and near the sink and toilet, and an old, soggy mattress lay in the corner near a radiator was where I slept. "It's what I've been given" I told him innocently. I lived like Saul's slave. I began to change in front of him, taking off my shirt and peeling off my leggings and changing into an old shirt and some dusty yoga pants. "You can't possibly live like this" he said, holding my hands. I wanted to move from this hell, but I couldn't. Saul would hunt me down, as I was one of his primary sources of income. He couldn't find someone as slutty (and submissive) as me, and to be honest, he was all I had before now. "I can't leave, I'm sorry. I'm too committed" I replied. He embraced me, and before long we were kissing again. It was just as passionate as the first time, we held our hands tight together. It wasn't long before we fell onto the filthy mattress and fucked again, this time he fucked me in the pussy and finished it off with a nice facial. We lay there for a good hour or two, sweating and exhausted, and got to know each other more. I told him my real name, Noore, and essentially my life story, from my childhood to recently. "Why didn't you use a condom? I told you I've fucked plenty of guys" I asked him. "I dunno... I guess I trusted you. I think.. I think we might have something" he replied in his soft yet confident voice. And he was right- there was definitely something between us, and those words started a new journey in my life. My life of being a slut for Saul and all those other people was over. Or so I thought.