You gave me chance after chance but I can’t

be someone I am not.

This what I am and I can never change

and you were but only one of my many.

My heart and soul can’t feel the same things as you

so let my nights and my days be mine.

We shall be meeting again soon.

But make of me what you will

Ill still be yours but not only yours

For we can’t own another

but what we make of life

throughout the day or into the night

is truly a dreamer’s paradise.

 

   “Come one he won’t have to know”.  “But he will find out some how” “It’s only one drink” “It will be at Pats place, plenty of people around, come on it is one drink then Ill take you home, no funny stuff I promise”. ‘Just one drink and then home I go, right”? “Right”

 

   “Oh god yes, yes, ooh, fuck me, fuck me harder, harder”.  She says as performs a slow fuck in her wanting pussy.  He knew she would cave as soon as she had a few drinks in her.  He heard she was a slut but she was different.  She was like a prostitute that didn’t have the want for money just cock.

 

   She, wakes from a sound sleep to the ring of her cell.  It is her boyfriend Jimmy. ‘Hey lover good morning”.  She says as he tells her of his itinerary for the day.  Now she knows how to plan out her day. 

 

   Jessica, a regular small town girl that every boy wanted made a bad mistake at one time in her life.  She got pregnant by a man that took her to Vegas when she was fifteen.  She was dazzled by the glamour of the whole Vegas thing.

 

               Afraid to tell her parents that a thirty year old man got their baby pregnant she ran.  If she could get back to Vegas she just knew she could make loads of money and raise the baby herself.  To most it would be the coward’s way out but to her it was the only place she knew that made her happy.

 

   She runs into the night as fast and far as she could. She takes with her a few things that she loved and what ever money she could find around her house.  

 

   Walking down the dark highway in pitch black a car heading west slows down and pulls over. “Hey, need a ride? I won’t bite get in”.  The man said to her as she jadedly accepted.  He made some small talk but she gave short answers. He drove her almost through the night then pulled into a rest stop and laid back.   She just sat their staring straight ahead.  He turns to her and tells her to put her head on his shoulder and get some sleep.  She says she is fine although she needed sleep too.  He reaches over and grabs her head and pulls it closer to his lap.  She knew if she wanted a ride she had better at least do that much for him.  She put her head on his shoulder and they both fell asleep.

 

   While asleep he takes his hand and starts feeling her tits under her shirt.  Gently tickling her nipples she wakes up with a smile.  Her hand makes its way over to his cock and they both played for a while.   She turns to him and says she feels weird.  He unbuttons her top and squeezed her tits hard and he can tell she loves his huge hands all over her.  She takes her shorts off and moves her panties over for him to get one, two then three fingers inside her.  She humps his hand as she jerks him off.  He is ready to fuck her and she wants him to very much.

 

   They get out and jump into the back seat and waist no time fucking each others brains out.  She is young and inexperienced.  He doesn’t care as long as his cock gets wet.  She doesn’t care she just wants to feel a hard cock inside of her.

 

   “She slips out of his car when he is asleep.  She once again slips into the night and heads west to Vegas.  Hungry and tired she slips into a gas station to wash up. As she walks out the attendant is sitting in a chair outside waiting for a customer.  They are few and far between.  She really looks good in her now sweaty see through top, and short ripped jeans.

 

    As she passes him she gets a quick look at his sandwich.  He gives in and asks if she is hungry.  Of course she tells him no at first but he can tell and rips off a piece and hands it to her.  She takes the seat next to him and in seconds the sandwich is gone.  He looks at her and asks her if she felt better and she smiles.

 

   He stands up and takes her hand and brings her to the back.  He starts taking off his pants and she looks confused.  He tells her that he deserved more then thanks for the food and she just drops to her knees and starts sucking him off.  His dick grew to a size she wasn’t used to.  She wasn’t scared and accepted the challenge.  Every inch she took she worked on for a while and then took more until this whole cock was in her mouth.  He tells her he is ready to cum and she goes into auto pilot.  Fast and furious she goes at it like a pro.  He explodes in her mouth and shot down her throat.  Her lips close tightly and cleaned up well.  Now they both were pleased as she walks away.  The attendant looks on as she disappeared into the dusty desert.

 

   She sees the Twinkling of the lights ahead.  It is night fall now and Vegas opened her eyes and with renewed vigor she walks faster.  Her goal was reached.  She made it.

 

   Reaching down she takes off her left shoe and pulls five dollars out of her thousand dollar stash.  She walks into a diner where she orders eggs and toast.  She grabs an old newspaper from the counter and starts reading the want ads and for a place to stay.

 

   She sees an ad for a one bedroom flat on the outskirts of town.  She finishes her breakfast and heads that way.  All the walking is making her look hotter then ever and all the sleepless nights is making her look older then she should.  She rings the bell of the office across from the rental property she was to look at and a old woman answers.

 

    After paying her deposit she opens the door to her new home and takes a look around.  It wasn’t a bad place.  It was more for honeymooners or quickies.  It has mirrored ceilings and a big bed.  It also has a few dildos left in the drawers and a few bottles and half of a bottle of scotch in the fridge.

 

   She takes herself a beer and flops onto the bed.  She will finally get a great night’s long deserved sleep.  She closes her eyes and it seems the room next door is taken by a honeymoon couple and the room on the other side of her is taking by the local hooker. 

  

   The screaming and orgasmic noises kept her awake.  She gets up to grab another beer and lays back down again.  Now buzzing from the beers and a few shots she starts listening to the noisy neighbors more.  With a smile on her face she starts fingering herself fantasizing she was the one in the other rooms.

 

   At some point she if feeling so good she starts fucking the empty bottle of beer and her sounds of pleasure blends nicely with the others in the adjoining rooms.  Pumping harder on the bottle she bits her pillow as she screams “YES”   She is done and falls fast asleep.

 

   Daylight peeps through the ripped shade and she awakens.  Getting an early start on her career hunting she heads for her first interview.  She walks in fresh and alive with a renewed excitement.  The boss takes one look at her and can tell she is underage.  Job interview after job interview yielded the same results.  She was running out of money fast and getting scared and worried.

 

   Today is her birthday and she turned seventeen.  She is working as a cocktail waitress at a bar nearby her house.  The owner was a sleaze bag and didn’t care who or what she was as long as she wore the skimpy outfit he provided she was welcome.  She brought home about a hundred a week which paid the rent.  She made a few dollars in tips but barely bought rice and if she was lucky meat to go with it. 

 

   One night lying in bed she got severe pains in her stomach.  She loses the baby.  She struggles to the rental office and bangs on the door and is rushed to the hospital.  She spends the night there but sneaks out at three in the morning.  She knows she has to find another place to stay so she gathers her things and leaves. 

 

   She heard about this place that she could stay for cheep.  She moves in and it is even better then the other place.  Once she heard the fuck cries she knew she was there to stay.        

 

   She heads out and buys a few quarts of beer and lays in her bed drinking and listening to the new sounds of pleasure.  Just then she hears her door knob turn and her door springs open.  A drunken man walks in and asks how much.  She is confused and asks him for what?  He explains what he wanted and held out a hundred dollar bill.  She took it and got on her hands and knees as requested and he climbs on the bed and moves in closer.  He starts ass fucking her hard and ferociously.  It hurt but she did take the money and knew she had to endure the pain.

 

   The man leaves as fast as he came and she locks the door.  She holds the hundred dollar bill up to the light and thinks how easy it was for her to make that.  She falls asleep and dreams of a new start.

 

   She uses fifty of her hundred to open a bank account and with the other fifty she bought some sexy outfits and booze.  A knock comes at her door and she asks who it was.  It was the guy from the room next door to hers.  She opens the door and the guy looks at her.  She was trying on the new outfits and the guy thought she was a hooker.  He told her that it was his territory and she couldn’t use the room to hook.  She tells him her story and where she worked and he knew she looked families.  He apologizes to her and they get to talking. 

 

   Somehow they get on the subject of the noises coming from all the rooms.  She has put away three or four beers and a few tequilas and she was buzzing big time.  She tells him the noises didn’t bother her.  She tells him she rather likes the noises.  His fast talking has her in the bedroom and he talks to her as she sucks his cock.  He grabs her head and helps her as he tells her about what he does and how she could profit from his way of life.  She takes his offer and they seal the deal with a all night fuck.

 

  Now we go back to the present time.  She left the life of hooking and gets a job in a office.  She meets a man and soon after they get married.  He has no idea about her past and she wasn’t about to tell him.

 

   Married almost three years now he leaves for work as usual and she now knows how to plan her day.  Now twenty seven and leading a straight new life she heads out the door to her job.  Jimmy her now husband works long hours and his job takes him away for a few days at a time.  Her boss keeps asking her to go out for drinks but she is reluctant.  He is all over her every day but she knows she can’t and keeps telling him that.  After months of wearing her down she finally goes out with him.  Plying her with drinks they both end up in a dark corner fucking in the back seat of his town car as we all knew they would.

 

   All the memories came back as they fucked.  She started reliving the hooker life as well as the money she enjoyed.  She also remembered how great it felt with a cock inside her.  She needed it and it has been a while since she felt this way again.  She was wear she belonged.  She now plans her life around Jimmies absences.  She builds up a nice clientele and had a day apartment for just fulfilling her sexual desires.  It was plan and simple.  She was addicted to sex and needed it all the time but soon all the time wasn’t enough.  She needed even more.

 

   She started hanging is what she called “Bad Boy Bars”.  She was invited to orgies where a lot of guys fucked her.  She sucked them all and fucked as often as they wanted her too.  She was getting bored of that fast.  She didn’t know what else to do.  The thrill was as important to her as the cock but the thrill was gone. 

 

   Jimmy hadn’t a clue what she was or had become. 

 

Now I lay me down nice and tucked

I pray for a man which I can fuck. 

My hidden desire is to sneak out into the night. 

Rape me fuck me make me right. 

Fill my hole again, make me whole again.

 

   She went to a shrink a few times and told him the truth as she knew it to be.  He told her it was a substitute for something else.  He explained things to her that blew her mind and then she blew his buy fucking the shit out of him as we all knew she would.

 

   He told her to keep a journal and re read it over and over again.  He told her it would help her realize things and fix a few things.  She did it and it helped a little. 

 

   She started an on line journal.  Not realizing others were reading it too she went on with her business at hand.  It kept her busy and away from the torrid sex life she was used to.

 

   She started receiving email.  She was embarrassed that others were reading it too. Reading about her sexual affairs and other weird things she was doing but the letters telling her how it made the male readers feel made her pleased, in fact it was her newest thrill.  She liked the fact that she can make hundreds even thousands masturbate to her stories.  This was her new thrill.

 

   I know you are reading this now and I know how at least once or twice I made you cum.   There is nothing I can hide from you now.  I just know it makes you feel again and I did that. Did you know that sometimes as I write these stories I am using a dildo on myself in between paragraphs?  Well now you do.  As I fuck myself with my dildo I pretend it is you reading my life stories and my hand is wrapped around your now stiff cock.  Go ahead.  Hold it feel it tickle that little thing that feels the best.  You know that little lump of skin right under the head of your cock that feel real nice.  Come on read me baby I am holding you now and we can cum together.

 

     Ok this isn’t making you want to right now and I understand that.  But what if I told you about the time when I was younger and a man came to me and beeged me to jerk him off.  Yes I was afraid to do it but he talked me into it.  The first time it felt weird. 

 

   I have a better idea.  I am fingering my pussy with my long nails.  I love the way I tickle my clit with my red nails.  Now what is every time I make a typo you have to pull your cock just five times and I will use a dildo in and out of my pussy fime times oops there I go again.  Lets do it.  Ok lats hope I do that again. Oops .  oh god a few more times like that and we will be cumming for sure.  Oh god just keep doing that.  Go ahead baby do it.  I know you are past that point so cum baby cum.   Yessssssssssssss.  Now its your turn.

Yesterday, her veil had almost slipped as she had been chatting in a chat room with a man who seemed to be the ideal solution to her needs. When the conversation turned to a more private chat in the one to one rooms, she had given him her mobile number. All day today she dreaded the thought this stranger ringing her up at work and demanding she do something dangerous that could lead to her being sacked.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, when she had reached home with out that dreaded but exciting call coming. She turned to make herself a hot cup of coffee, when the mobile phone began to ring. With out thinking she answered, A Voice said “Samantha, that is you, isn’t it Samantha?” Something about the way he said her name caused electric pulses to rush from every part of her body all heading directly in to her clitoris. Her voiced trembled as she replied “Yes, this is Samantha! To whom am I speaking?” “You forgot me already, Samantha, I am shocked. Only yesterday you gave me this number to take you to subs paradise!” the sultry voice said. “OH Ray it's you, I was not expecting a call so soon, besides I have only just heard your voice for the first time. How was I supposed to recognize a voice I have never heard?” she asked.

The voice said “Do you really want me to take you to paradise? Can you honestly tell me that the quiver in your voice and the dampness spreading through your cunt at this very moment are not telling me you want me to take you there?” “I am here in Chelsea right now, all I need is your address and I will transport you beyond your wildest dreams!” he continued. Before she knew what had happened she gave him her address. “See you in fifteen” was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead.

She sat down before her shaking legs collapsed beneath her. Had she really just given this stranger she barely knew her address so willingly. As if in a dream she simply sat there, until the whistling kettle reminded her of her thirst. She quickly made herself a coffee and half hoping she had imagined the phone conversation. But no exactly fifteen minutes after the phone call there was a knock on her front door, should she answer, could she answer and more importantly could she allow herself to be transported to the Promised Land.

As if with a mind of their own, her feet steered her to the front door, her arms belied her worries and reached out opening the door. Ray stepped in and closed the door behind him. He slowly scanned every inch of the female form stood before him. “Come” he said as he turned past her and on into the living room. Silently and as if her will had deserted her she meekly turned and followed him. He pointed to a door leading off of her living room and without having to say a word, she said “Bathroom”. He pointed to a different door, “kitchen” came her reply. He walked up to the last remaining door and paused, she gulped before answering “Bedroom”. He opened the door and walked in, then turning to her he called “Here Bitch!” again she meekly followed him into the room. Again looking her over he said “that won’t do, too dowdy. Strip!” Her eyes lowered to the floor as instinctively her hands went to the zip behind her neck. In a trance like state she removed her dress.

“Come on I Said Strip” He commanded. Her hands went to her silk half slip and lowered it to her knees, it freely fell the rest of the way to the floor. His eyes never left her as he stood tapping his fingers on her bedside cabinet. She reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra, dropping her hands the bra slid down her arms and fell away. The tapping increased like a Latin rhythm only it seemed much much louder in her head, her hands went to her panties and slowly lowered them down to her knees. Once they were over her knees they too fell to the floor. She now stood stark naked in front of a man she had met only moments before, yes they had talked for over two hours yesterday but that was with safety of the computer between them.

He stepped forward and immediately placed his hand on her right breast, slowly feeling for the aroused nipple. Which when he located it he squeezed between his finger and thumb. She winced but said nothing, so he sharply twisted her nipple; again she winced but remained silent. This time he tugged her nipple towards himself and a small moan escaped her lips. “Where do you keep your underwear?” he demanded. She pointed to the bottom drawer of a cabinet to the right side of her bed. He walked over to it opened the drawer and with drew a handful of knickers, finally selecting a lacy blue crutch less pair. He threw them over to Sammy. She instinctively caught them. “Put them on!” he ordered. Whilst she slipped on the panties, he opened a wardrobe door and rifled around inside. He found what he sought a button down the front light summer dress that came to just above her knee. He turned and tossed this to her, she instinctively began to put it on but stopped before fastening the buttons.

He turned to her and said “Well what are you waiting for?” “My bra!” she murmured. “You will not be wearing a bra, bitch! So fasten up the dress!” he responded. He returned to searching her bedside cabinet, before turning to her and saying “Well slut where are all your fucking toys” stressing the Fucking. She started to blush and move forward to a drawer unit to the left of the bed, pulling out the bottom drawer she stepped back.

“Fucking useless!” he commented. “I will give you a shopping list of toys you will buy tomorrow!” he added. Next he located six inch high heels and ordered her to put those on. She had not worn this height of heel for quite some considerable time so she was unsteady on her feet as she took her first few paces. He did not seem very tolerant of this as he tried to hurry her towards her front door. She tried to grab a coat as she passed the coat rack but he told her “you won’t need that!” She almost started to say “But I have only this thin dress, and no bra, on!” but his stare made her think better of it.

Soon she was downstairs and bundled into a car. She was forced into the back seat with Ray sliding in beside her. Another man was on the other side of her and one other was driving. As the car pulled away, Ray reached over to the front seat and pulled back a small black bag. He produced from this a black cloth bag and rolled up the sides. Next he slipped the bag over her head and lowered the sides. The bag smelt odd, but she could not place the odour, neither could she figure out the slimy texture as the bag made contact with her face. The bag was then twisted until a hole lined up in front of her mouth, at least I can breath, she thought. Next she felt the opening of the bag tighten around her neck; at first she thought they were going to strangle her but why then the hole to allow her to breath. Then she realized they were fastening some sort of collar around her neck, this was obviously to prevent the hood being pulled off.

The cloth bag muffled the sounds around her, but she still made out some of the conversation going on between the three men. One voice said “Hope the bitch likes cum next to her skin and appreciates the trouble we had to go to, to grease her bag with that amount of it” She now knew the cold grease slime was cold spunk, that must then be the aroma of stale cum. She trembled at what she had got herself into. “What’s her body like?” a different voice offered. “Not bad!” she recognized as Ray’s voice. Suddenly she felt someone touching her right breast, she tried to jerk away. “John, Stop that, there will be enough time later!” again it was ray’s voice. Then much closer to her ear, she heard “word of warning, Samantha. My friends expect full obedience and your safety could depend upon them getting it” Ray said.

“Where did you find her, anyway” the other voice asked. “That’s the beauty of it, she found me!” Ray answered. “Came chatting in a chat room and then agreed to a private one on one chat. Even could not wait to tell me her fantasy was being made to do things against her will” Ray revealed. The three men chuckled at this. Fear began to well up inside her as she heard “Well at least she should be grateful of her fantasy being for filled tonight then”. Ray snapped “don’t alarm the poor slut too much, John” She now knew that John and Ray were sat each side of her. The other voice said “Irrespective, she is here now and here she stays till we have had our fill” John answered “Or should that be we have filled her. Jack” again all three laughed.

After about twenty minutes, or what she thought was twenty minutes, the car came to a stop. Ray climbed out and helped Samantha out; he kept a firm hand on her arm and guided her through a doorway. It sounded like they were in an empty corridor as she counted seventy clicks of her heels as they walked forward. Her mind whirred, what had they got planned for her, would she survive this night, what if their ultimate turn on was to cut her and leave her to die. “Silly stupid cow” her mind kept calling her, “How could be so stupid as to put yourself at risk like this” it reasoned.

Suddenly she was pulled to halt. Spun round and heard Ray’s voice close to her ear “Listen and listen good, Do everything your told, when told and not only will you survive but you may just love the whole experience!” Unaware as to whether he could see it she nodded her head. What choice did she have but to go along with what ever they demanded, She jut wanted to get out of this alive.

She felt her arms being drawn behind her back and a soft rope was tied around each wrist binding them together. “Samantha, do you hear me?” a voice which seemed slightly distant said. “Yes” she tried to say although her throat was bone dry from fear. “Was that a yes, my dear!” the voice asked. She coughed and replied “Yes” “do you know why you are here, Samantha” the voice continued. “No” she answered. Whack a sharp stinging sensation hit the tops of her legs. “Sir or Master. When you answer the voice” ray whispered. “No Master” she repeated.

“You told someone of your inner need to serve a superior man, your desire to be used and abused by him, is that not so?” the voice continued. “Yes Master, I did tell Ray that was so” she quickly answered. “Tonight is your lucky night, for you shall not serve one superior man but ten superior men” the voice carried on. Her heart sank, how was she a single inexperienced woman going to service ten masters in one night. “Prepare the seat!” she heard the voice say. Sounds just off to her right seemed to be moving something heavy. Suddenly she was pushed into sitting position; she assumed she was now sat in the seat what ever the seat was. “Reposition her arms” was the next order she heard. Her hands were untied and retied fastened to two heavy wooden arms.

“Tell me, Samantha, How big are your tits?” the voice demanded. “42 C sir”, she replied, grateful that the cloth hood covered her embarrassment. “Do you shave your worthless cunt?” was the next question. “Not normally, sir although I have for the last week!” she replied. “When was the last time you took a cock in your mouth?” the voice asked. “Years ago, Sir, when I was at law school” came her reply “Why not since?” the voice asked “I don’t know Sir” she offered “Is it that you think your above servicing a cock with your filthy mouth?” “Oh No Sir, I used to love sucking cock” she said “When was the last time you had a cock in your cunt, Bitch” the voice asked. “About the same time as the last cock I sucked Sir, “she replied “So you think you’re above giving your cunt to a man?” “No, No sir, it’s just I have been concentrating on my career” she offered.

“When was the last Cock up your Arse, Slut” the voice continued “OH Sir, my parents taught me that anal sex was dirty and wrong, so no one has ever been up my arse” she offered. “How often do you Masturbate, Bitch?” the questions continued “Maybe once a week sometimes once a month, Sir” she ventured “remove her dress” came the command. Samantha tensed herself for someone to begin UN buttoning her dress but froze when she felt the clod steel of a blade, slide along her arm across her shoulders and down the other arm. Then suddenly her dress was pulled downwards from beneath her. Now she was really worried for she knew that she had nothing to go home in, if indeed they intended her to go home at all.

Suddenly her ankles were grabbed and her legs forcibly spread. Again her ankles were secured by what felt like shackles to what appeared to be moveable wooden slats. The supports for her arms were then moved wider apart and in her minds eye she saw herself spread eagled star shaped. Her head dropped back in to a void area. She had the over whelming feeling of being vulnerable and exposed.

Suddenly the hole in the cloth hood was blocked by what turned out to be a cock. It pushed at her lips forcing its way past her teeth and rested against her tongue. “Lick my prick, bitch” she heard, just as she felt someone’s tongue against her clit, further tongues bathed her nipples in delicious licks. He mind jumped through several hoops as her senses went in to overload. Rapidly her first powerful orgasm began deep in her womb and erupted stronger than any volcano.

Her leg muscles twitched her stomach did somersaults and her mind flooded with wondrous images all based up the rigid male phallus. Despite a mouthful of cock she moaned deliriously. All her senses were heightened by the lack of visual images. Suddenly her arse exploded in searing pain, but the over riding feelings of sexual released numbed her awareness. It was not until she felt the prick being repeatedly thrust into her anal opening that she concluded she was no longer an anal virgin. The tongue licking her clit disappeared and a very thick penis began pushing its way past her labia. What with the cock up her arse and the one now trying to lodge in her throat she felt truly stuffed.

She realized she had reached her promised land and delighted in being the cum receptacle for who ever wanted her, she had never felt so alive. The very core of her nerves tingled. She suddenly felt the first swelling tell tale signs of an impending eruption in the prick in her mouth. As the first spurt of the seed of mankind left its tip, the cock was withdrawn until it was splashing its valuable white seeds just inside the cloth bag that covered her head. Then the cock was gone completely and the area of the fresh warm deposit was slid around her face, some of the fresh sperm even found its way up her nose. The smell was unbelievably erotic and potent.

The cock in her arse then convulsed as it spread its load deep inside her colon, shortly followed by the cock in her cunt. Over the next three hours she lost count of the number of cocks her three holes accommodated but never lost count of the fact she now felt her true self, a wanton cock crazy cum slut. By the time all the cocks had been sated, her body was a mass of cum streaks, her nipples red raw where they had been nipped between teeth and tugged, her cunt was wash with who knows how many loads of cum or for that matter who it all belonged to. Her arse literally dripped its still escaping load on to the floor.

Inside the hood, the cum clotted in her eyes, covered and seeped into her nose and mouth, even her ears were blocked with the thick sticky white sperm. All she could taste or smell was stale cum going cold against her skin. Her tired and stretched limbs were gently returned to normal stance, her legs untied, her arms untied and gently massaged. When she was stood up the heady aroma she had been sensing for the last few hours caused her to near collapse.

“You have done well, Samantha!” the unerring voice boomed. “You have passed your initial well. You will be contacted again and offered a place on our training program to become a worthwhile cum slut for your new masters.” It continued “be sure to arrange a short notice two week holiday from work, to attend that course” it continued. As she was helped from the room the words ‘done well cum slut’ repeatedly ran through her mind. That voice she was to recall much later as she lay exhausted in her bed sounded so familiar, but for the life of her she could not place it.

The puzzle of the familiar voice suddenly was solved next day at work, when a junior lawyer who she had admonished a week earlier passed her in the corridor and said “Hello Samantha!”