“How is my favourite slut?” he asked. How revolting! Sex “How is my favourite slut?” he asked. My tits swayed across my chest as I shamelessly bobbed my head up and down sucking his cock into hardness. I let the shirt fall closed but made no effort to close up the buttons. “Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggggg!!!!!” I screamed to the walls as the mixture of pain and pleasure shook my body. Ben had asked for a hundred dollars, but John was arguing for less. I wanted him to sell me. I felt so soiled so dirty. This time offering her sordid cunt up to a man who had paid ten dollars to her pimp for the pleasure of her favours. It was a sensation I had come to relish since he first took my anal cherry only two or three weeks ago. He rolled off of me and collapsed on the bed gasping for air. Grasping me by the ankles he spread my legs wide open. I turned to face my ‘John’ and sat down on the back seat. My shirt was still open as he took me out the back exit of the bar into the bright sunlight.
