slut-problems: She knew that she should stop trying, that it was…

slut-problems:

She knew that she should stop trying, that it was a bad idea and that eventually someone was going to do it, she just didn’t know who or when. Still, she was bored and her parents paid little attention to her. She would dress up each night in the sluttiest outfit she could find, sometimes borrowing a dress from her mother, who dressed like a whore half of the time. She would put on her mother’s expensive heels (she rarely wore them, anyway) and stockings and then she would walk out into the night.

They lived at the top of the hill and she would call a ride service to drive her down to the dark part of town, where hookers walked the streets and men from all over the world congregated to pay for their sex. She studied the way the whores walked and talked, hoping someday to be as glamorous and perfect as they were, their makeup perfectly applied, their balance in heels remarkable. She knew she wasn’t the prettiest girl, but she certainly looked young and she had a nice body, with long legs and cute, perky tits. She walked the streets and waited for a man to notice her. It took almost a week before it finally happened. 

His car stopped in front of her and she walked to his window. She looked inside at him and saw that he was probably old enough to be her father. She liked that about him. She got into the car and he made polite conversation with her as he drove. 

“Where are we going?” she asked him, beginning to get worried by how far they were traveling. 

“There’s a place I like to take my girls to fuck them,” he said. 

“Where?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” he said coldly. Now she was getting a little scared. It had been fun in her imagination, but now that it was really happening she began to feel the fear of it, it pulsed within her, her heart beat exaggerated so that she could feel it in every part of her body. 

Finally he stopped and pulled her out of the car. They were in an abandoned field and it was flanked by four high stucco walls. 

“Let’s go, cunt!” he said and then he spat right in her face. She was afraid and so she let him drag her to a spot in the dirt. “Get on your hands and knees,” he told her, gesturing to the dirt. There were little rocks in the dirt and they crunched into her knees as she knelt down. He lifted her skirt and stuffed his cock inside of her bareback. She wanted to say no but it was like no words would come out of her mouth. She was awestruck. 

He fucked her pussy like that, all the while talking to her, “So you wanted to be a little slut, did you, stand on the street corner and make some money? Now you’re out here in a field with no one to save you from what is about to happen. I’m going to fuck your stupid body until I get tired of you. I’m going to ruin all of your holes. I’m going to fuck your face until you are unrecognizable. And then, you’ll see, you stupid bitch!”

She knew she should be afraid! This man had basically admitted he was going to rape and use her. But as he fucked her she found that she was cumming a lot more than she had anticipated, that this sense of danger was getting her off. Her pussy told her everything she needed to know as she came over and over again as he raped her, if you could even call it rape. Was it still rape if you had wanted it to happen? Was it still rape if you were enjoying it? She didn’t know and she was cumming too hard to think about it. 

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and shoved it into her ass. Then he fucked her mouth, then her pussy again. Her knees were filled with cuts and bruises by now and she should have really thought this all through a little bit better because by the time he pulled out the gun and shoved it in her mouth, it was way too late. 

“Good bye, you stupid whore,” he said. She looked up at him in disbelief. Was this really how it would all end, in her borrowed dress and heels? With her parents finding her used and discarded in a field? He cocked the gun and then there was nothing.

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