Cheap Whore

It was my first day as a whore. I had only had my ad online on the escort’s site for two days but here I was on my way to my first job. I’d picked the most wanton pictures I had of myself. I was 24, in good shape and was always being told my floppy blond hair made me look cute. I looked a bit more than just cute in the pictures. Me on my back with my legs spread back behind my ears hands pulling my asshole as wide as it would go. Me sitting on my larges dildo, me stuffing as much of it into my gaping mouth as would go, that sort of thing.

The pictures needed to be as obscene as they could be to do justice to the accompanying text. “Nasty boi slut wants to be used for your pleasure. Pay to abuse me. This nasty slut wants to be used as your slave Sir. The nastier and filthier you are the more I want you to use me”.

My first job was in Hammersmith and I was on my way on the tube. He’d given no name, sounded gruff on the phone. Told me I better not fuck about and to get here pronto. If I wasn’t genuine and up for it then it would be me that would be paying.

I was wearing jeans, trainers and a t-shirt. No underwear, he’d specified that. I found the house 5 minutes from the tube and could feel my six inch cock hardening as I rang his bell.

He was younger than he sounded on the phone. Thirties I’d say. Stocky, but muscular with it. Shaved head but unshaven. “Get in cunt” was all he said to me and I was inside.

I walked down the straight hallway and came into the living room with its curtains drawn.

“First things first cunt, here’s your money” he threw a few twenties in my direction which I quickly bent down to pocket. I’d said eighty quid and he could do what he wanted with me.

“You’d better be fucking worth it, like a drink?”

I was surprised at this seemingly social aside, but nodded assent anyway.

A bottle of beer was produced from the kitchen. I expected him to hand it to me, but instead he pulled his shorts down to his knees, lent against the sofa with his arse in the air and stuck the top of the bottle up his hole. Its contents gurgled and glugged and disappeared.

He straightened himself up, came over to me grabbed my hair and forced me down onto the floor.

“On your back” He had his thick seven inch cock in his hand and was playing with it.

In a matter of seconds I was lying on the floor and he position his hairy arse over my face.

“Drink it cunt” He brought his arse right down onto my face and his arsehole over my mouth. I barely had time to open before the beer started flowing. I gulped and gulped and hardly spilled any. I finished by vigorously attaching my mouth to his arsehole and tonguing it for all I was worth.

“More of that later fuckhead. Right let’s get down to business, I want you to do a little work for me cunt. Were going to make a little video. It’s going to be called “Abuse and humiliation of a cheap whore” and you’re going to star in it”.

I hadn’t been expecting this, and thought momentarily about refusing. Refusal wasn’t what I was here for though. I knew I wanted this, wanted the use and abuse and my fully erect cock wasn’t lying either. He stood me up and started to roughly undress me. This was accomynied by a fair about of gobbing on me and a few well aimed slaps to various parts of my body in the process.

When that was done, he brought a tripod and camcorder into the room and positioned it on me.

“Now I want you to tell everyone what a nasty little slut you are” I began to do as he had instructed. This went on for a moment or two, then he came over with a felt tip pen and wrote “WHORE” on big letters on my chest, then quickly turned me around bent me over and wrote “CUNT” on my arse, two letters on each cheek. The camcorder was hooked up to the TV and I could see the letters clearly.

With me still on my knees he turned to address the camera.

“Now we all know that every good little whoreboy needs a willing, sloppy cunt – lets see what we have here”

He donned a pair latex glove sand lubed his hands up. The first few fingers went in easy enough, but the more he forced them in the more I groaned in pain. I really was a bit of an amateur in this department. The most I was used to was thinnish, twelve inch dildo which I could never manage to get all the way in.

Pulling my arsehole apart as wide as he could, he could only manage an inch or so.

“Tut, tut – not very good at all – call yourself a whore, your fucking pathetic”

The gloves were off and he had my hair in his hands again, pulling my head up to the camera.

“Apologise for being such a pathetically tight cunted whore. I expect fucks like you to be taking at least half an arm up there”

I started to apologise to the camera but couldn’t get very far, before he had me squealing in pain again. One hand was roughly tugging and pulling at my balls while the other was ever more sadistically pinch and pulling my nipples.

It was all I could do to keep saying “Sorry Sir” over and over again, as he got off making me squeal in pain and beg him to stop.

“Right you little cunt, I am going to get my moneys worth from you – time for a little arse training.”

I was thankful he’d stopped the torture of my tits and balls but was now worried what “arse training” might mean. It didn’t take long to find out. 

From the cupboard in the corner he produced half a dozen dildos and tossed them to where I was sitting. The smallest started at about the largest I’d ever taken and the they ranged up to the largest a monster buttplug that looked like it was three or four inches across at its widest.

“Now bitch, I want you to do a little show for the camera, but first lets dress you up”

The first thing on was a dog collar with a long leash. He then produced a thin fine rope and proceeded to tie it around my balls. Every turn of the rope stretched my scrotum and pulled my balls away. I was in agony, when he’d finished they were about two inches away. He next produced two small vacuum pumps and at first I was confused as to where these were going. Not for long, they were intended for my nipples. The vacuum was all that was needed to keep them attached and soon my swollen nipples were more than three times there normal size.

“You little cunt, you should be paying me for helping him get nice little sow titties” He brought right up to the camera when he was done, and put a pot of lube beside me.

“Its show time cunt. You are going to take everyone one of these toys. And not only that you are going to do your best porno star and ‘oh & ‘ah’ for the camera’s all the way. Comprende fuckhead?”

There wasn’t much room for doubt. If I need any encouragement along the way or enthusiasm looked like it was flagging there was a leather belt to remind me of the job at hand. As a special treat he told the camera I would be allowed to use poppers, I was thankful for small mercies.

I managed the two smallest toys with only a few lashes from the belt. They were both didlos. The largest about as thick as a small apple and about eight inches long. I definitely needed the poppers as I was forced to ride up and down the dildo, going faster nad faster as I moaned “Fuck me, fuck me” ever louder to the camera.

There then followed a couple of buttplugs. I found the second almost impossible. I was sweating profusely and had the poppers bottle to my node aqllmost continously. Eventually I was pushed down onto it by my shoulders.

“Way to go cuntface – there’s more work for you to do, yet”

There was a short breather, while my arse was brought up to the camera for inspection again. I was ordered into more enthusiastic yeahs as my arselips were pulled ever wider apart. With my head and my arse turned to face the camera the three fingers of each hand inserted into my rectum were able to pull it apart a good two inches now. The yeahs turned to a long continous high piched ah as he attempted to pull them further and further apart.

“Come on scream for me cunt, you know you love it, look at that cunt strech, you could take a horse up there without too much more work”

Eventually he relented and my asslips sagged back together. The arse stretching seemed to have got him going. He was back to the cuboard with an even larger buttplugg than even those he had out already. It was oscenley large and I couldn’t believe he really thought I’d be able to take it. 

But I was going to have much choice in the matter. Before I knew what he’d done my hands were handcuffed behind my back and he dragged me up to sit on the freshly lubed buttplug.

I was able to sink down on the first few inches without too much trouble, they only dilated my hole to the width he’d gone with his fingers a few m inutes before. But there was more to go, at its widest the buttplug seemed to have the diameter of a large grapefruit and was a good ten inches long.

I was pushed and pushed and ordered to relax and open. I was screaming again from the intense pain, and this seemed to push him on further. When it seemed I could take no more but yet there was still another inch and the widest part of the buttplug to take, the belt came out.

He lashed it across my chest and back, exhorting me to put all my weight and take the whole buttplug. Eventually bu jigging up and down at putting absolutely all my weight on it, the beast sank inside me.

In no time he had me by the hair again and I was on my knees showing my ass off to the camera. He gingerly pulled the plug out slightly ‘til the widest part was again stretching my arselips. I could see my arse clearly on the screen and couldn’t belive the size of the object in it. The diameter of my arsehole was now larger than the letters C-U-N-T he’d scrawled across my arse.

Tis latest abuse really got him going again, and it seemed he couldn’t help himself. The buttplug was quickly and painfully pulled out of my arse with a loud squelching sound. It was quicky replaced by the cock he had been playing with moments earlier. The urge to come was obviously overwelming as it only took a few minuites of him banging into me in ever more powerful thrusts that were moving me around the rrom on my knees before he emptied himself in my bowels.

He kept his cock in me for a few moments and I luxuriated in the brief respite from pain while it just lay there. I used the muscles of my ass to tighten and pull at it, determind to get the last of his jism inside me.

“And now for the final act, cuntface is going to come for the camera.”

I was pulled roughly by my now matted and soaked blonde hair over to the tripod.

“Say thank you Sir, for letting a worthless like prick like you cum”

It wasn’t hard to elicit a thank you from me. The tripod was moved toward the sofa. And I was instrucked to lie on my back facing it with my legs back and my arse in the air.

“I will now proceed to fist cuntface for the first time, while the slut will no doubt come buckets as it discovers one of the pleasures the worthlesws little shit was born for”

He began to wank my fully hard cock, and before I knew it four fingers were fully extended up my arse and streching and massaging its inner linings. Initially I thought fisting would be pain comparable to the largest buttplus, but how wrong I was.

I was moaning again, but this time from pure pleasure. My hole had been stretched wide enough to accommodate his fist easily. As five fingers replaced four and he delved deeper and deeper with them, all the time he rubbed and massages my rectum in the most amazing fashion.

I was starting to shoult fuck me, fuck me again but this time I needed no prompting.

“Well, well slut. Unsurprisingly you’ve turned out to like a fist, I must say you’ve got in to it quite quickly after all.”

He was wanking me faster and harder but still not letting me cum. I could tell my limits were being tested and when he had his forearm into me halfway to the elbow and I had my back arched back with my head rolling from side to side mouthing fuck me in the deepest lowest guttural moan I could muster he finally let me cum.

Then it was a final facing of the camera as he fed me my own cum that I’d splashed onto my face and chest, as his arm was slowqly withdrawn. When his hand was removed he presented it to me and told me to gartefully lick off the slime and lube, I did that and more. Collecting more of the lube that was dripping out of my sagging arsehole I spooned it into my mouth and played around with it in my open mouth with my tounge for the camera.

I truly was a cheap whore, and you know what I liked it. He sent me packing with twenty quid extra and a promise he might put some business my way.

My arse was sore for days afterward, but gloriously. I needed to come again almost as soon as I left his house. There was a well known cottage near the tube and I went in and sucked off the first person who’d let me. It was dark and there was only faggotts in the place. Someone pushed the door of the cubicle to have a closer look at the cute blond boy on his knees sucking off a man who I guess was in his fifties. There was a small audience in a few moments and as I sucked on my knees I pulled my trousers down to show off my freshly lashed arse and amazingly puffy arselips. The word CUNT scwraled across it got a few grunts and chuckles, almost straight away fingers began pulling and probing.

Before long I had a few more loads dumped in me, and I eventually came again being fucked on my hands and knees in a puddle of piss. I didn’t care, I would have licked the pissy groung clean to have a repeat of that evening again soon. I decided I really, really did like being a whore.