Chapter 1: Same Time, Same Place
Jenya was already checked in. Just as Mike had said before they left last week and just as he said on the phone the next day when she called him, same time, same place. She was a dirty, filthy slut, no two ways about it. She’d had sex with just about anything and everything one could think of, except an animal. But who knows, if the price was right, she might be willing too.
That little fact made her life as a whore so much easier. If they were paying, she was laying. That was her motto. No job too big. No cock too big, though Mike and his friends sure pushed her to her limit even if she didn’t outright admit it.
They’ll be more of them this time. Good. Good paycheck. Lots of sex. I’m not really out of my mind. I want the money and they want my honey. Win Win!
This time, though, she was going to be a little better prepared for what was in store. She was pissed that her clothes almost got ruined last time. The fuckers didn’t even have the courtesy of taking her shirt off. It seemed like she washed it too many times and soaked it for too many days to get their cum off of it.
Jenya had already stripped down to just her bra and panties. Who cared about some cheap ass underwear? She spread her legs and started to rub her fingers the swatch of cloth covering her freshly shaved cunt. The simple, and cheap, cotton felt silky against her quim and seemed to absorb her juices like a sponge.
Her eyes closed and she sighed peacefully. She handled Mike and the boys fine last time, but in the days following their fuck-fest, she found herself a little sore. Not too sore to stop whoring. It was one of those bothersome sores, numbing and irritating. With more guys supposedly coming- and cumming- this time, Jenya decided to get herself ready.
She reached into her bag beside her on the bed. Jenya had brought the biggest dildo she had. It was long and thick and more than able to get her dripping wet and stretch her cunt nicely. She slipped a hand beneath her panties and fingered her twat, instantly making her wet and ready.
Her nipples were hard and strained against the flimsy fabric of her bra, poking into the material in hard, aching points. She wondered just when had sex become more of a means to pay the bills instead of a means for thrills and lust. It had been a long time since she actually felt sexy instead of just a piece of meat for some guy, or guys, to fuck, pay, then drop off on the side of the road.
Mike and his crew had done a pretty good job of making her feel like a piece of trash. They manhandled her like beasts, fucking her and filling her with their sticky jizz. Jenya had never had that much cum in her, or on her, before. Gallons had poured from her used pussy when she had stood and even more puked from her mouth when she couldn't handle the load in her throat.
By now she had her panties down to her ankles and had three fingers jamming in and out of her juicy cunt. Her pussy slurped and sloshed her digits as she forced them in, making her pink, hot hole stretch to the will of her thrusts. Her hips moved wildly and she felt herself getting closer to orgasm. That was another thing she missed, orgasming for her pleasure, not someone elses.
Her thighs spread as far as they would go and she took the gigantic dildo in both hands. She pressed its thick head against her blushed, flaring lips then shoved it in. She bit her lower lip at the sudden pain of the wide penetration. It hurt but felt so incredibly good.
There's an ice machine down the hall. What a prick. Maybe he should shove his head in it and chill his brain. He was so fucking full of himself that it was actually funny. What a dick.
Jenya rode the enormous dildo feverishly, like a slut bucking on some John's cock. That's pretty much what she was anymore, just some angel-faced whore and nothing was going to change that. She tried to slow herself, to ease herself into a
Jenya was already checked in. Just as Mike had said before they left last week and just as he said on the phone the next day when she called him, same time, same place. She was a dirty, filthy slut, no two ways about it. She’d had sex with just about anything and everything one could think of, except an animal. But who knows, if the price was right, she might be willing too.
That little fact made her life as a whore so much easier. If they were paying, she was laying. That was her motto. No job too big. No cock too big, though Mike and his friends sure pushed her to her limit even if she didn’t outright admit it.
They’ll be more of them this time. Good. Good paycheck. Lots of sex. I’m not really out of my mind. I want the money and they want my honey. Win Win!
This time, though, she was going to be a little better prepared for what was in store. She was pissed that her clothes almost got ruined last time. The fuckers didn’t even have the courtesy of taking her shirt off. It seemed like she washed it too many times and soaked it for too many days to get their cum off of it.
Jenya had already stripped down to just her bra and panties. Who cared about some cheap ass underwear? She spread her legs and started to rub her fingers the swatch of cloth covering her freshly shaved cunt. The simple, and cheap, cotton felt silky against her quim and seemed to absorb her juices like a sponge.
Her eyes closed and she sighed peacefully. She handled Mike and the boys fine last time, but in the days following their fuck-fest, she found herself a little sore. Not too sore to stop whoring. It was one of those bothersome sores, numbing and irritating. With more guys supposedly coming- and cumming- this time, Jenya decided to get herself ready.
She reached into her bag beside her on the bed. Jenya had brought the biggest dildo she had. It was long and thick and more than able to get her dripping wet and stretch her cunt nicely. She slipped a hand beneath her panties and fingered her twat, instantly making her wet and ready.
Her nipples were hard and strained against the flimsy fabric of her bra, poking into the material in hard, aching points. She wondered just when had sex become more of a means to pay the bills instead of a means for thrills and lust. It had been a long time since she actually felt sexy instead of just a piece of meat for some guy, or guys, to fuck, pay, then drop off on the side of the road.
Mike and his crew had done a pretty good job of making her feel like a piece of trash. They manhandled her like beasts, fucking her and filling her with their sticky jizz. Jenya had never had that much cum in her, or on her, before. Gallons had poured from her used pussy when she had stood and even more puked from her mouth when she couldn't handle the load in her throat.
By now she had her panties down to her ankles and had three fingers jamming in and out of her juicy cunt. Her pussy slurped and sloshed her digits as she forced them in, making her pink, hot hole stretch to the will of her thrusts. Her hips moved wildly and she felt herself getting closer to orgasm. That was another thing she missed, orgasming for her pleasure, not someone elses.
Her thighs spread as far as they would go and she took the gigantic dildo in both hands. She pressed its thick head against her blushed, flaring lips then shoved it in. She bit her lower lip at the sudden pain of the wide penetration. It hurt but felt so incredibly good.
There's an ice machine down the hall. What a prick. Maybe he should shove his head in it and chill his brain. He was so fucking full of himself that it was actually funny. What a dick.
Jenya rode the enormous dildo feverishly, like a slut bucking on some John's cock. That's pretty much what she was anymore, just some angel-faced whore and nothing was going to change that. She tried to slow herself, to ease herself into a
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