Whore

tags: M/F, semi-cons, first, prostitution, oral, sex, abuse

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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After waiting for more than 30 minutes, I was starting to have second thought about it. I kept checking my phone, desperate for any excuse to give up, but I had promised myself to at least try it once, so against common sense I decided to wait a little longer.

Hidden under a solitary tree, I looked down the dark street as another gust of wind made me shiver. Grabbing my canvas jacket, I pulled it tighter against my body as I realized how stupid I must have looked.

A short skirt, a white cotton shirt and a thin canvas jacket were not proper clothing for the middle of December, but it was the sexiest clothing I had in my closet, and looking at the girls that were closest to me, I realized that it could be worse.

They were all waiting under one of the street lights, wearing even shorter skirts, or even just their underwear, and now that I really looked at them for the first time I realized that most looked tired, or even scared.

Looking at them, my mind filled with doubts and I started cursing myself for being so stupid. Fear rose inside me, and knowing that if I started along that path there would be no way to stop, I decided to concentrate on something else.

Opening my bag yet again, I checked everything inside. I had my cell phone and my keys, a box of condoms just in case, perfume, tissues and a hairbrush for afterwards and nothing else.

It made me feel just a little better, but not by much as I looked around once more.

Another gust of wind came out of nowhere, picking up dirt and trash from the street. It flew around me as I closed my eyes. I was getting too cold, I realized as my stomach twisted inside me. Or maybe it was just how nervous I was.

In any case, I checked the time once more, and I promise myself that I would wait for another 10 minutes, and if no one came, then maybe I would finally go home.

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It was the first time I was doing something like that, and even to me it was hard to explain why. It wasn't about the money. Just after finishing high school I found a job as a secretary for an accountant, and thought the pay wasn't great it was good money for me, especially since I still hadn't started college.

But maybe my job was part of the problem. It was boring and repetitive. Every day blended into the next making it feel as if time never moved forwards, and I felt trapped in it. My boyfriend was part of the problem too. He wasn't abusive, he wasn't violent or even unfaithful. He was sweet and caring. We talked all the time and when we slept together he treated me gently.

All that made me feel that my life was boring, even predictable. I wanted excitement, and for the longest time I was too scared to even admit it.

After high school, I moved into the city itself to be closer to collage, into a much poorer area. I was scared at first, especially when the winter came and I came back home well after dark.

The streets around the apartment I rented were pretty dark sometimes, and it took me little time to discover why the rent was so cheap.

As I returned from worked, I could see a line of girls dressed in skimpy clothing just waiting. They were prostitutes, and even I knew it though I had never seen one before.

When I walked by them, they simply ignored me, but from time to time I saw them getting into a car with a stranger, heading towards who knew were to have sex. In my naiveness, it looked thrilling and exciting, and feeling bored and trapped I started fantasizing about it.

What it would feel to wait on the street for a complete stranger to come. I sometimes daydreamed at work about what it would be like. He would come pick me up, take me to a nice hotel and there he would make love to me. After it was over I would snuggled under his arms, while he told me how pretty I was.

Even then I knew it was stupid, but I couldn't push the idea out of my mind. Soon I couldn't think of anything else and the idea drove me crazy.

It was only a week ago when I was returning from work, that a car stopped in front of me. I was distracted, and I didn't realize where I was when he rolled down the window. He looked at me and then he asked me if I was free. I stood there for a few seconds, stunned speechless, as I realized what was happening.

A moment later I started running as fast as I could without even looking back.

By the time I was home I was out of breath and I couldn't stop trembling. I was terrified, but deep down, I was also terribly excited.

From then on I knew I had to give it a try, at least one. Every day I told myself that today was going to be the day, but I never did. It took me a week to gather enough courage to finally do it.

Tired of feeling like a coward, I came back from worked and I changed into the sexiest clothes I had, and after picking a few things I thought I might need, I went back into the street, to wait.

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After checking the times once more I couldn't keep fooling myself. Coming early when fewer cars were passing meant I was less likely to be seen by someone I knew, but it also meant that it I would have to wait for longer.

Shivering from the cold, I watched as another girl was picked off by a car. I was the last one down the street, meaning that any car passing would see the other girls first. So far none had even made it to where I was, but I was too much of a coward to move closer to them.

Not for the first time, I wanted to go home, to take a hot shower and then bury myself in my bed. To forget about this, and never think about it again, but I couldn't, even though I couldn't say why.

Then I saw a new car driving slowly along the street. With the dark tinted windows I couldn't see inside, but I could see the passenger side window was down, and as he approached the girls moved closer, showing their bodies to him.

But for the first time since I was there, he seemed to ignore them, and one after the other they were left behind as he got closer to me.

Was this the one? Was there a single man, or maybe two? The idea was both terrifying and exciting at the same time.

Suddenly I was terribly nervous, so I took a step back, hiding even deeper under the shadow of the tree, but a moment later he pulled closer to the sidewalk, and he stopped just in front of me.

A single man was sitting inside, looking towards me with a smile.

“Hey gorgeous, why don't you come closer?” he asked me, his voice deep and commanding.

With trembling steps, I walked closer to the car, clutching my bag to one side as I looked around. Besides him and the other girls, there was no one around, but I still felt terribly exposed.

Once I was next to the car, I leaned in, just like the girls always did. The inside was very dirty, and the smell was intoxicatingly cloying, as if he had showered in perfume.

“Do you spit or swallow?” he said a moment later, leaving me speechless.�������

“What?” I finally managed to say.

A moment later he broke out laughing and I felt my face burning in humiliation.

“I am sorry, I was just trying to break the ice.” he said, leaning towards me. “So... How much?”

As I looked at him, I realized that I had never thought of that. I had no idea how much to ask, and the more I thought about it the more I panicked.

“Ehhh... I... It's... fifty?” I finally said.

A moment later I realized how stupid I was, but it was too late. Feeling as my face turned even redder than before, I saw him looking at me with a grin on his face as he realized his luck.

“Ok, if you say so. Get in!” he said with a smile on his face as he patted the passenger seat.

That was when I really stopped to look at him, and I realized that he was far from the man I had always fantasized about. Even in the poor light I could tell he was a little fat, with a round face and a belly that almost touched the steering wheel. His dark hair was disheveled and he had a thick beard covering his face.

As I tried to tell myself that it didn't really matter, he opened the passenger door. He looked into my eyes, smiling though he didn't look happy.

“Come on, I haven't got all night�” he said, sounding a little annoyed.

For a moment, I was about to turn around. I wanted to run away from him, and everything inside me said it was the smart thing to do. But I didn't. Instead, I looked around me once more, noticing how a couple of the girls looked towards me before I climbed inside.

After closing the door, I sat back and I pulled on my seatbelt. Watching straight ahead, I felt my heart racing inside my chest.

A moment later, the locks dropped automatically as the car started to move, making me jump, but he didn't seem to notice.

I wanted to ask him where we were going, but I couldn't talk. Now that it was finally happening I was terrified, and I felt a knot forming inside my throat.

A few blocks later he slowed down and then he stopped in front of an unmarked garage entrance. Red light shone around it, illuminating the inside of the car, but as I searched I realized that there was no sign of what it was.

A moment later the door started to move, and as we waited I noticed he was wearing a wedding ring. I gasped in shock, never having imagined that in my fantasies. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine her. Was she someone I knew? Or maybe another girl my age, even though he was much older than me? The idea of being with a married man exited me a little, but it also made me feel guilty.

Then the door was finally open and he drove us into a big garage. There were just a few cars scattered inside, and after parking, he got out leaving me inside.

Breathing deeply, I tried to calm down as I watched him walking around the car. Now that I saw him standing I realized how tall he was.

Stopping next to my door, he pulled it open as he motioned me to get down. It was far from a polite act, though. I could tell he was starting to get annoyed with me, which only made me feel even more nervous.

Climbing out, I waited as he locked the car and then I followed him towards the other side of the garage, were a small sign pointed towards the reception.

Once inside, I waited quietly as he paid for a room. The receptionist kept looking towards me, making me feel really uncomfortable. He kept leering at me as I tried to cover my legs with my skirt, but there was not much I could do.

Then he gave him a key, and he lead me towards a long, dark hallway that was lined with many doors.

He kept checking the key, looking for our room, and once we were there he opened the door and he lead me inside.

The room itself was rather small and poorly lit. A red light hung in the middle, just above the double bed. The floor was covered in an old and worn carpet, and there were a couple of nightstands at either side of the bed. On the opposite wall, an old TV was hanging from a shelve, but from the amount of dust it had it hadn't been used in a while.

Walking towards the bed, I turned around, expecting to find him behind me, but the was inside the bathroom. I could hear him pissing through the open door.

Feeling uncomfortable and not really knowing what to do, I looked at the stains on the carpet with disgust. I didn't know that I was expected to do. Maybe I should undress, or maybe I should wait for him. Would I have to do a strip tease for him?

The idea sent shivers down my back as I decided to wait for him instead, so I sat on the bed. A moment later I heard him flushing the toilet as he groaned in pleasure.

Then he came into the room, looking at me as he took of his jacket. After dropping it carelessly on the floor, he stopped in front of me, his big belly hanging over his belt as he stretched his arms over his head.

“Hey�” I said, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, but his only response was a sly smile.

“Ummm, what is your name?” I asked a moment later, realizing I didn't even know his name.

“Me? I am just Robert. What about you?” he asked me back.

“I am Olive�” I managed to say, my voice barely a whisper.

“Olive� that's not really a whores name, you know. You should change it to something better. Like Sugar, or something like that. Maybe Crystal...” he said, looking like he was thinking about it. “I fucked a few Crystals before.”

“You know, you will be more comfortable if you take those clothes off.” he told me a moment later.

I nodded dumbly, getting of the bed as I realized that this was the moment I had been fantasizing about for so long. I was about to get naked in front of a stranger. He was going to pay me to have sex. I felt terrified, but at the same time excited as I looked at him.

Nodding again, I took of my jacket and I folded it neatly before I placed it on the nightstand. The idea of throwing it to the filthy floor like him didn't sound too appealing to me.

Meanwhile, he kept looking at me, his hands in his pockets as he grinded. His gaze made me uncomfortable, so I turned around before I took of my shirt, and my shoes. The carpet felt sticky under my feet, but I kept quiet.

Taking a look back, I saw him undressing too. He took off his shirt and his pants, throwing them to the floor, and then he stood behind me in his white underwear, looking at me impatiently. I could see the outline of his cock under the fabric.

“The rest too, Olive!” he said cheerfully.

Nodding, I turned around once more before I slipped my skirt off. Before turning around I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself as my heart beated furiously inside my chest.

Looking down at my white cotton bra and panties I realized that I should have chosen something a little nicer, but it was too late for that. I didn't want him to think I was making time, so I finally turned around, facing him as I felt my skin crawling in shame.

He looked at me for a moment, smiling like before as his eyes traveled over my body. Then he took my hand before leading me to the foot of the bed, where he sat down.

His hands closed behind my back, pulling me closer as he buried his face between my breasts. I could feel his beard, scratching my skin as he started kissing them while his hands roamed over my back and my ass.

“You smell nice� like almonds.” he said a moment later, making me blush.

For just a moment I forgot about the filthy room and the fear, and I could almost believe I was in my fantasy. Then I felt him pulling from my bra as he unclasped it behind my back. Stopping only for a second, he pulled it off my body as I stood frozen in terror.

Then he started sucking my nipples as he roughly fondled my breasts. From time to time he would pinch my nipples between his fingers, rolling them until they started to hurt. I would have to bite my lips to stop myself from screaming.

For the first time, I was truly scared. I realized I was with a complete stranger and that no one knew I was there.

“Do you know how to suck cock, Olive?” he asked me a moment later.

Hearing him saying my name made my skin crawl, and not for the last time I wished I had lied to him.

“Yes� I� yes�” I managed to say.

“Show me.” he said, pushing me back a little. “Get on your knees.”

With his saliva drying on my breasts, I kneeled on the carpet. From up close it looked even filthier than before, but without another word I crawled on my knees until I was in front of him.

Without wasting time, he pulled his underwear down and his cock poked free. It was longer and thicker than what I had imagined before, and the dark skin was covered in thick throbbing veins. He looked at it with a mixture of pride and lust as he stroked it a few times, just in front of my face.

With trembling hands, I grabbed his cock and I started pumping it slowly. It was the second cock I had ever touched, apart from my boyfriend, and the idea made me feel excited.

Above me, he kept started humming softly as his cock got harder than before, and despite how scared I was I knew what he wanted.

Opening my mouth, I swallowed him, taking it into my mouth as I ran my tongue over the head. The taste hit me immediately, a mixture of stale piss and sweat, something I wasn't expecting. I started gagging a little, forcing me to take it out of my mouth as I coughed a few times.

“Ohhhh, what is the problem, Olive?” he asked me as he laughed softly.

Feeling my face burning in humiliation, I swallowed a few times, trying to wash the taste away before taking him into my mouth once more. The second time wasn't so bad, and after a while it faded away, leaving only the feeling of his warm cock over my tongue as I sucked him.

Trembling with excitement, I closed my eyes and I started blowing him as best as I could, taking it deeper and deeper into my mouth as he started rocking his hips in front of me. But despite my efforts, I could tell he wasn't very happy.

A moment later I looked up at him, only to find him scowling.

“I thought you said you knew how to suck cock, Olive�” he said, making me blush even more. “Who taught you? Your boyfriend?”

“Eeaassss�” I mumbled with his cock still inside my mouth.

“Yeah, I figured.” he said, closing his eyes and leaning back.

A moment later he grabbed my head, his fingers digging into my scalp as he started guiding me. I tried to keep up as best as I could, relaxing my throat as he pushed deeper and deeper, but it was useless. Every time his cock bumped into the back of my throat I started gagging, and soon I could feel a knot forming in my throat and my stomach.

Then, without warning, I started coughing just as his cock pushed into my throat, and saliva exploded from my mouth. Desperate to breathe, I twisted my head out of his grip and as his cock left my mouth, I could see it dripping with my saliva.

“Ohhhhh! Yeah! That felt nice!” he said above me as I tried to catch my breath.

Whipping my face with the back of my hand, I looked down at the mess running down my chest. I felt humiliated, and tears welled in my eyes as he crouched in front of me.

“Sorry. I guess I was too rough with you, Olive.” he said to me, but he didn't look sorry at all.

Still smiling, he wiped a tear from my eyes before standing up once more.

“Come on, just a few more minutes. I promise to go gentle this time.” he said as he looked down on me.

Nodding dumbly, I raised my head, and a moment later I swallowed his cock once more. Like before, I felt his hands clamping around my head, but this time he moved much more slowly, and with a little effort I managed to keep up with him.

Closing my eyes again, I tried to relax as I let my mind wander. I could feel his cock, soft and warm, running over my tongue. His fingers, running over my hair, almost tenderly. Despite everything, I could almost forget it was him and that moment was almost exactly how I had imagined it.

“Olive� that feels nice.” he said a moment later, bringing me back to the real world. “Does your boyfriend know that you are out here sucking someone else’s cock?”

I felt a flash of gilt as I heard his words. Of course he didn't know. It would destroy him, and I was never planning on telling him. But even then it was something that I wanted to try, even if right now I was having serious doubts.

“That’s okay. I know how it is.” he said, as I remembered his wedding ring. “Come, time for something else.”

Taking his cock out of my mouth, I wiped my face once more. His hand was in front of me, and as I took it he helped me up.

“Take that off.” he said, pointing at my panties.

The idea suddenly terrified me. It was the last barrier, flimsy as it was, between him and me. And I had never been naked with another man before.

With trembling hands, I slipped my fingers under the elastic and I slipped them off, dropping them over my clothes.

I felt vulnerable and exposed as he looked at me, and I wanted nothing more than to cover myself. Standing in front of me with a smile, he kept watching me until I felt uncomfortable and I couldn't take it anymore.

Knowing that it would be worse if I kept stretching it, I started walking towards the bed, but before I got there he stopped me. His hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me towards him as he shook his head.

“No. Not there, lean against that wall.” he said.

I looked at him with fear, but nodding numbly I walked to the other side of the room. Placing my hands on the wall, I leaned forwards, pushing my ass out. I was trembling hard, and as I waited I felt a knot forming inside my throat once more.

Then, through the haze that was my panicked mind, I finally remembered.

“Ohhh. I have condoms in my bag. Just let me�” I managed to say before his look stopped me.

“Sorry, I don’t like condoms. I can't feel shit with them.” he said.

I must have stood frozen for half a minute, just watching him, unable to talk. Everything inside my head was telling me to run, to just open the door and get out, but I was paralyzed.

His eyes were boring into mine as he waited, though even I could tell he was far from relaxed. I eyed the door once more and the corner of his mouth rose just a bit, as if daring me to try. But I was too much of a coward for that.

“Please� I can't� I� I mean�” I started mumbling as I felt my legs turning into rubber.

“Olive� come one, be reasonable. I won't feel anything with them on.” he said, as if only that mattered. “And besides, what can happen? I promise to cum outside�”

I felt my skin crawling with repulsion as I imagined his bare cock entering me.

Before I could say anything else, he moved quickly, stopping just in front of me. Grabbing me by my shoulder, he turned me around as I tried to say anything, but I was stunned speechless.

Once I was facing the wall, he grabbed the back of my neck, his hand clamping around it hard, before he pushed my head down. Terrified of him, I leaned forwards once more as I pressed my hands against the wall.

A moment later he pushed my legs apart with his foot, and then he grabbed my hips with his free hand, pulling them further from the wall. Leaning against the wall, I could feel his cock resting on my ass as he kept my head down.

Blinking away the tears that were now falling freely down my face, I could see his feet at either side of mine as he positioned himself. Then he started touching my ass, pinching it roughly as he pumped his cock behind me.

He wasn't holding me down then, but it was impossible for me to move, and he knew it.

As I tried to stop trembling I heard him spitting, and then he ran his hand between my legs. His finger pushed deep between my pussy lips as he smeared his saliva, but I wasn't ready for it. I felt a flash of pain as he forced his way inside me, moving it around as he tried to get me to loosen up.

“Ohhh, look at you. All wet inside!” he said behind me, laughing at me.

I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop. To yell that it wasn't true, but I couldn't.� As my fantasy came crashing down around me, I felt his cock rubbing against my pussy. Shuddering in fear, I tried to turn around, to tell him to stop before it was too late, but I couldn't.

Tensing my body for what I knew was about to come, I breathed deeply and then I waited.

A moment later he started rubbing it along my pussy as he moaned in pleasure, while his other hand grabbed my hips, keeping me in place.

“Do you like it?” he asked me a moment later.

Unable to talk, I shook my head, but he only laughed at me.

“Don't lie. I know this is all and act. I am not the first guy to fuck you like this, come on� a whore like you�” he said.

Desperate, I shook my head one more. The knot in my throat felt rock hard and I was crying openly now, but he didn't seem to care.

Then he started pushing, and I felt the head of his cock burying itself inside me.

Almost in reflex, I tried to move away from him, but before I could his hand left my hips before grabbing my by the back of my neck once more. I gasped in panic as it clamped down, pinning me in place as he started moving deeper.

I was terrified, and tense as I was I could feel every movement he made and every fraction of an inch he gained inside me. Trying one last time to escape him, I stood on the tip of my toes, but he was much taller than me and it made no difference

To me, it seemed to go on forever, and as I felt his cock moving inside me remembered my first time, not that long ago, when I lost my virginity with my boyfriend. How many times had I slept with him since then? Four, six times? Surely not more than that�

Despite what he might say, I was far too dry for him, and as he started fucking me it started to hurt. Feeling sore and dry, I tried to move my hips, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“Yeahhhh, move those hips! I like it!” he moaned behind me.

As he kept fucking me, the pain started to fade away, leaving me feeling full and uncomfortable. My mind started to wander, and I thought about what I could catch. I tried to remember everything they had taught us back at school about STD, but it wasn't much. Much worse was the idea of getting pregnant. As I felt his sweat running down my back I could imagine him cumming deep inside me and I started sobbing.

The cruel reality hit me hard as it was nothing like how I had imagined it. He was rough and fast, fondling my breast from time to time until they started to hurt, but worst of all was that he didn't seem to be paying me any attention.

I was just a thing, something to fuck, to get pleasure from, and nothing more.

My legs started to cramp, and my juices started dripping down my legs, making me itch.

As the pain started to come back, I started grunting. Every time his hips slammed against my ass I felt a stab of pain inside me, and if I didn't push against the wall I knew I would fall with him above me.

Trying to distract myself, I closed my eyes. Flashes of my fantasy played in front of me, but there was nothing arousing for me, and the pain was distracting me too much.

Desperate for some relief, I took one of my hands between my legs. I started touching myself, hoping to get some pleasure out of it, but even that seemed impossible.

“Ohhh, look at you!” he screamed a moment later. “Yeah, play with your cunt!”

Closing my eyes, I felt my face burning in humiliation but I kept going, even more desperately than before.

It wasn't long before I started to feel aroused, and my body started to tingle as it usually did when I had sex.

Grabbing from my hips, he started fucking me even harder than before, until my body was flapping like a rag doll. I lost grip of the wall and I fell forwards, bumping my head against it, but even then he kept going.

With one hand, I kept rubbing my pussy, while I fondled my breasts with the other. They were sore from his abuse, but if I was gentle the pain wasn't too great and it helped me a little.

Behind me, he was moaning loudly now, but then without warning he stopped. He pulled his cock out in one swift moment, making me gasp in surprise. I stopped touching myself, as now I felt somehow empty and silly. Standing with my face against the wall and my as in the air, I waited as he caught his breath behind me.

“Uhhhhhh! Yeah! I could do this all night” he moaned behind me. “Come.”

But before I could complain, he grabbed my right hand, still wet from my pussy, and he pulled me along to the bed.

Laying down in the middle, he propped a pillow behind his head as I watched him.

“Climb on top, I want to see you.” he said as he played with his cock.

Ashamed and feeling like a stupid for believing in a fantasy, I climbed onto the bed. Kneeling on top of him, with my legs spread apart, I waited as he grabbed his cock. Then he pulled me down onto it, rubbing it a few times before forcing his way inside me once more.

Grabbing my hips, he started fucking me like before, ramming his cock with every thrust.

The position was new to me, and with my legs pulled apart, he had much better access than before. I could feel his cock moving much deeper into me, until every thrust became an agony.

A few minutes later, I felt him stopping as he looked into my eyes.

“Now it's your turn.” he said. “Just move your hips, fuck yourself with my cock.”

Feeling humiliated, I started moving my hips in a circle, going faster and faster as he moaned in pleasure.

Leaning back, he crossed his arms behind his back as he watched me fucking myself. It was humiliating and degrading, but I couldn't stop. Even worse, with him watching me I didn't dare touch myself, and the position was anything but pleasurable to me.

Hoping for it to be over soon, I kept moving my hips as I leaned forward, resting my hands on his chest.

“I bet your boyfriend never fucks you like this!” he said laughing as he started fondling my breasts once more.

By then my legs were starting to cramp from the effort of keeping me up, and with no more strength, I felt his cock burying itself deeper every time. Grunting from the effort, I kept going until it became too much.

Fortunately for me, he grabbed my hips just before I would have stopped, and he pushed me up and to one side. I fell to the bed, grateful for the respite, thought a moment later I realized it was far from over.

“Turn around, I want to fuck you from above.” he said, rolling me over until I was facing down over the bed.

For a second I was terrified. I had images of him fucking my ass and the idea made my skin crawling. But before I could do anything he shoved his cock into my pussy once more and despite everything I relaxed a little.

With him on top, his weight started crushing me, making it harder to breathe. I felt hot and sweaty, and as he kept sweating his body stuck to mine. Grabbing the sheets, I tried pulling myself a from under him, at least for a moment, but it was useless.

I was exhausted, and not for the first time I wanted it to end. I cursed myself for my stupidity. For being a coward, for not telling him to stop, but it was too late for that. Disgusted, and feeling a sour taste on the back of my mouth, I tried to endure it as best as I could, but with every passing minute he seemed to go faster and rougher.

Grunting from the pain, I started crying, until the sheets under me were soaked through.

But when I thought it couldn't get any worse he went even deeper and faster. He seemed desperate, and I felt like he was trying to impale me with his cock.

Then, without warning, I heard him grunting as he stopped all of a sudden. His cock still buried inside me, seemed to be twitching, and I thought for a moment that he was cumming inside me.

A moment later he pulled out, and I felt him standing on the mattress as I tried to catch my breath.

“Turn around!” he screamed. “Come on! Do it now!”

Without stopping to think about it, I rolled over until I was facing up. He was standing on top of me, his cock in one hand as he pumped it furiously.

Before I could do anything else, he kneeled on top of my chest, crushing me and keeping my arms pinned at my sides.

Unable to move I could only watch as he grabbed the back of my head with one hand before pulling it up. Trying to scream, I opened my mouth but he shoved his cock into it before I could, silencing me.

The taste of my pussy was disgusting to me, and I started retching almost immediately. A moment later he finally came, catching me by surprise. A jet of warm cum landed on the back of my throat, making me choke and I lost all control I had. Coughing wildly, I started bucking my body under him, desperate to escape, but he just laughed.

“Ooooopppp! easeeee!” I managed to mumble with his cock still inside my mouth.

I felt my lungs burning from the lack of air as another jet of cum flooded my mouth, and this time I couldn't stop myself.

An explosion of cum and saliva escaped my mouth, covering his balls and my face, and then he finally released me.

“Ohhh, god! Please�” I moaned desperately as I tried to spit it out.

I could feel his cum, burning like hot bleach on my mouth as my stomach twisted in me.

Still holding my head up, he kept cumming, and two more jets of cum landed on my face, covering my nose and my eyes, before they slowly dripped down my hair.

Unable to open my eyes, I heard him laughing above me as one finally spurt of cum landed across my forehead, catching me by surprise and making me jump.

“Relax, Olive! It’s just cum!” he said to me as he flicked his cock over my face. “It looks good on you!”

After that, he finally climbed off me, leaving me alone on the bed as he disappeared towards the bathroom.

I felt my skin crawling with revulsion as his cum slowly ran my face, but even worse was not being able to see. Desperate, I grabbed the first thing I could find from the bed and I used it to wipe my face and my mouth, trying to get the taste out.

A moment later I managed to open my eyes and I saw with horror that I had picked up my shirt. The white fabric was now covered in his cum and the pale cream colored stains stood out proudly even in the poor light.

Clutching my ruined shirt to my chest, I heard him flushing the toilet once more as he whistled a slow song.

When he returned a moment later I feared he might want more, but he simply ignored me as he quickly dressed, picking up his clothes from the floor before putting them on.

Somehow, behind ignored made me feel even more humiliated than before. Now that he was done I was not important. Just something to throw away and forget. Sobbing quietly, I counted the seconds, hoping against all odds that he would leave me alone, but there was one last humiliation coming.

Once he was dressed, he walked slowly towards me as he pulled his wallet out. Rummaging inside, he pulled out a single bill, and after folding it lengthwise in half he held it in front of me.

“Here, fifty bucks. You earned them!” he said.

Holding the shirt against my chest I watched him as fresh tears fell down my face, but he kept watching me, still smiling as before.

Then, finally defeated, I hung my head down in shame and I took the bill from him.

“Hey, maybe I can pick you up next week. Why don't you give me your phone number?” he said, and I froze in horror once more.

“I� No, I� I can't, I have�” I started mumbling as I tried to find a way out, but he was having none of that.

Desperate, I looked up at him once more, hoping to find some mercy, but he just looked impatiently at me. Sighing tiredly, he shook his head before he picked up my bag from the night table. After searching inside, he pulled out my phone.

I could see him smiling as he tapped something on the screen, and a moment later I heard his own phone ringing. The jingled filled the room, making me jump as I watched him in horror. Then, after dropping my phone on the bed next to me, he smiled as he took out his own phone.

“There, now I can call you. Be sure to save my number so you know it's me.” he said.

Without another word, he patted my head like one would a dog and then he started walking towards the door. Before he was out, he was already talking to someone over the phone.

“Hey honey. Sorry I didn't answer your calls, I was stuck in a meeting. I am just leaving the office�” I managed to catch before the door closed behind him.

Swallowing nervously, I looked down between my legs. My pussy felt sore and sticky, and I could still taste his cum in my mouth, but the worst was the fifty dollar bill, still in my hand. It reminded me the I was now a whore.

 

 

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