A Slut for Everyone {NSFW}   2 comments


Weeks go past and my new life is full. I’m on the truck with Richard, traveling from one side of the country to the other, talking and singing, fucking like rabbits and snuggling when we can. I’m growing more and more to love him and will do anything he asks me to do. We have others in the truck with us sometimes. A couple of times he stops and picks up hitchhikers and, while he’s driving, I have sex with the hiker. I love sex and Richard makes sure I get as much as I want. As long as I’m a good girl.

I find myself needing more and more sex. I masturbate a lot, both in the sleeper and on the seat as he’s driving. When we stop for fuel and have enough time, he lets me get on the radio and get someone to come over for sex. It’s like a drug for me, I can’t sleep if I don’t have sex and sometimes I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, aching for sex. He stops one night and we go into a sex shop where he buys me a dildo and a butt plug. He tells me to wear the plug often and I’m almost always using the dildo. I’m becoming such a wanton slut!

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We pull into the truck stop and the first thing I notice is that we are right next to an adult theater. Richard looks at me and grins then silently goes into the sleeper and grabs my collar and leash. We go into the theater and sit in the front row of seats, a porn show is on the screen and he leans over to me to whisper in my ear “you will get naked and kneel on the floor in front of me. If anyone asks me, I will let them have you in any way they want” Instantly I’m so hot! I whimper heatedly “but what if I don’t WANT to?” He frowns, the screen reflecting off his glasses “do it or I’ll beat your ass right here and then make you anyway” I moan and slip my dress over my head, the only thing I am wearing is my heels, garter and stockings.

It doesn’t take long before I’m on all fours being used. One in my ass and another one in my mouth. They are fucking me hard and I’m gagging on the thick cock in my mouth but he doesn’t stop. With each gag, his cock goes deeper into my throat till he finally cums, forcing me to swallow or suffocate. No sooner than one finishes than another mounts me, this time taking my ass fully as another thrusts a smaller cock into my mouth. Before the night is done, I’ve had twenty men in my mouth and lost track of the ones in my ass and pussy. I’m dripping cum from every orifice imaginable when the lights come on. I’m surrounded by dozens of men and I know I’ve had every one of them. As I kneel there, shaking and dripping, I’m commanded to kiss every cock and thank them. Richard is sitting there looking smug as the men all get the kiss and turn and leave, the nights fun over with. I’m sticky and exhausted. He hands me my dress and I slip it over my head then get to my feet and, with his arm around me, we head to the truck for our gear and a shower in the truck stop.

As we lay in the truck, my body throbbing and weak, he looks at me a moment before asking “did you enjoy yourself, slut?” I moan softly and snuggle against him, answering sleepily “yes, Master, I did. Thank you for tonight” He smirks and strokes my face, his voice a whisper as I drift off to sleep “good….. good…. my little whore…. ”

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Three weeks later we are in Brownsville for a drop off and have to wait for a few days before we get a load out so I clean out the truck, wash our clothes at the laundry mat and Richard decides to cross the border into Mexico for the evening. We walk down the streets, looking into the shops and Richard buys me a filmy white dress that is almost see through. We wander for hours from one place to another till I’m quite lost and very tired.

He walks me into a place with loud music and the smell of beer wafting from the door around midnight. Inside are some rather seedy looking fellows that watch us warily as we take a seat in a booth near the back of the room. Richard leaves me for a few minutes and I order a couple burgers and drinks from the waitress who, thankfully, spoke a little English. Richard introduces me to a man that comes back with him and, as we eat and drink, they speak to each-other in Spanish. I’m silent unless I’m spoken to which seems to please the man immensely. He asks me to dance a little bit and we head to the floor where he and I dance to a fast number, me all the while grateful for my step grandfathers dancing lessons when I was little. The man was VERY happy with my moves and, when we went back to the table, he offered Richard two thousand dollars.

Richard looks me over for a moment before he nods. The man laughs and slaps him on the shoulder as he takes out his wallet. I’m stunned. My body is completely numb as I watch him take the money and get up. He looks at me for a long time before turning away and heading for the door. Before he gets to the door I cry out “Richard?? Richard PLEASE! Please don’t do this!! Please don’t leave me! Stop, lets talk please, what did I do?!?” The man I was sold to strikes me across the face and grabs my hair, pulling me into the back room as I scream for Richard to help me.

The man throws me into a room with a larger man who smells horrible. He laughs as I kneel on the floor sobbing hysterically. He says something to a woman who emerges from a dark corner of the room.  She helps me to my feet without a word, leads me into another room and tells me to strip and put on the dress Richard had bought. I’m starting to go numb again, tears drying on my face as I do as I’m told. She takes my clothes and places them in a trunk by a bed then comes to me with a sad look in her eyes “you have been sold into slavery. You are a lovely girl and I know you will survive IF you do as you are told. Do not speak to the men. They will have sex with you and you will not complain. You will enjoy it…” she looks at me knowingly “you will enjoy it, even if you do not. Understand?” I nod and look down, whispering “I understand” She lifts my chin and smiles “I will not chain you tonight but only because you will sleep with Domingo”

She takes my hand and leads me into a large bedroom where a very fat man lays on the bed. She leans over to kiss my cheek and whispers “please him and you will have much freedom. Call me if he falls asleep, I’m Savannah, my room is next door.” Then she turns and smiles at the fat man, says something to him in Spanish and pushes me toward him. I am thoroughly repulsed by the smell emanating from this blob of flesh and am really wondering what in the hell I can do to please him. I doubt I could find his dick as I climb into his arms and snuggle against his sweaty flesh.

He pulls me on top of him and has me sit on his massive lap. He caresses my arms with his meaty hands, lifting my dress over my head, talking softly to me in his language. He smiles as he finds my naked body warm and wanting. I can’t help but react to him as he slips a thick finger between my legs and into my dampness. I gasp and arch myself against him, feeling his fat hand sliding into my darkness. My mind numbing as my body takes over, falling into the sweetness of sex, soothing the wound left by Richards betrayal. He lifts a large fold of flab and I find his erect cock, no bigger than a thumb, with my mouth. Suckling his tiny manhood like a calf on a teet, I fight the tears that threaten to overwhelm me. I fight the feelings, blocking them finally as my body takes over. I become blissfully mind numb as wave after wave of physical pleasure washes over me. The man is tireless, even after a number of his own orgasms. I’m fingered, licked and toyed with for hours and only when the sun filters through the windows does he pull me into his arms for sleep. I squirm against him, my body not wanting to stop. His thick hand slams onto my ass, punishingly, as he barks a word sharply. I yelp and I stop moving, his snores quickly filling the room. Somehow, I drift off into a torturous sleep, dreaming of Richard.

2 responses to “A Slut for Everyone {NSFW}

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  1. So many emotions while readinng this. My heart aches for the young woman you were and rejoices for the woman you have become. Thank you for telli g your story.

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  2. Wow.

    All I want to say is that I love you, Broken-Street Angel.

    Don’t ask me why.

    That, and thanks for visiting my blog.

    Like

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