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The Young Whore
by The Greek (address withheld)
***
Nicole had learned early that life was a pain in the
ass, and that you did what you needed to get by. Her
mother was a junkie, her father had left when she was a
baby. Nicole learned at an early age that if she wanted
something, really wanted it, then she needed to use her
body to get it. (M/f-teen, 1st, prost, oral)
***
Nicole stood outside the arena, looking around, hoping
she'd find somebody who wanted some company at the
concert. She might not be the typical sixteen-year-old
girl, but she was still a sixteen-year-old girl, and
this was the biggest concert of the year, with the hot
new group that everybody wanted to see. The tickets had
sold out in about five minutes, so here she was, wearing
one of her "fuck me" outfits, hoping that it would get
the attention of someone who had an extra.
Nicole knew how to get the attention of men. She was
5'3", about 110 pounds, with small boobs, a flat belly,
and an ass that was just beginning to round into shape.
She also had a gorgeous face, with long blond hair. That
package, set off by the tight, white tank top and short
black skirt she was wearing, should be enough to get her
into the concert.
"Looking for somebody?" It was a man, an older guy,
looked like he was about forty. Wearing a pinstriped
suit that looked like it was pretty expensive. Not what
you'd expect to see at a concert like this.
Nicole lied, "Yeah, I'm supposed to meet a friend of
mine here. She's got the tickets, but I can't find her
and she's not answering when I text. I hope nothing's
wrong." Nicole did her best to sound concerned.
"How old are you, honey?" He was a medium-sized man with
brown eyes and short dark hair, not bad looking, but no
killer. He didn't seem at all nervous talking to a
teenage girl he didn't know.
"Eighteen." Another lie. That wasn't hard for her, she
got lots of practice.
"Well, if you don't think your friend is going to show
up, maybe you'd like to come in with me. I've got extra
passes." He smiled, confident, sure he was going to get
what he wanted. And he was right.
"Sure. If she shows up, she can give my ticket to
somebody else." Nicole gave him her best little-girl
grin, and followed when he motioned her which way to go.
She almost had a stroke when he led her straight to the
VIP entrance.
***
Nicole had learned early that life was a pain in the
ass, and that you did what you needed to get by. Her
mother was a junkie, her father had left when she was a
baby. They lived in a small apartment, and barely
managed to scrape by on public assistance and whatever
her mother could convince her boyfriend of the moment to
give her. If they had anything left over after rent,
utilities, and food (not much and not very good), it was
a good month.
It was a Saturday. Nicole was twelve, just coming up on
five feet tall, and built like a stick. Her mother was
nodded out in the bedroom, again, so Nicole had gone out
for a while, just to get out of the apartment and walk
around.
When she got back she opened the door and saw her
mother's latest boyfriend, a guy named Jim, sitting on
the couch, a porno movie on the TV and his dick in his
hand. There were several beer cans on the table in front
of him. Nicole quickly closed the door and stood staring
at Jim. She knew what a dick looked like, she'd seen
pictures and stuff, but this was the first time she'd
ever seen a real one.
"What are you doing?"
"What your mother should be doing for me if she wasn't
always passed out from the smack." Jim leered at her. He
was a tall, skinny guy, who supposedly worked
construction but mostly seemed to hang out at the
apartment and drink beer. "Hey, honey, I'll give you
five bucks if you'll suck my cock!"
Nicole was shocked that he'd been so blunt, but five
dollars was a lot of money to her. She never had any
money of her own.
"I don't know how."
"I'll walk you through it. It's not hard. Well, I guess
it is hard." He laughed at his own bad joke, then said,
"Just come over here and pretend like it's a popsicle."
Nicole walked over in front of Jim, and he motioned her
to kneel on the floor in front of him. She saw his cock
close up, the long thin shaft with the head that looked
like a mushroom. She saw the tiny hole in the end. She
knew that was where guys peed from.
"If I do it, you're not going to pee in my mouth are
you?"
"No, honey, don't worry about that. Just put your mouth
on my cock."
Nicole leaned forward, put one hand on his dick to hold
it steady. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, like
a popsicle, the way he told her, starting low on the
shaft by her fingers and moving up until her tongue
flicked over the bottom of the head. It tasted strong,
like she figured a man should taste, and salty, like
he'd been sweating.
Jim groaned as her tongue slid up his dick. "Yeah,
honey, that feels good. Do that a few more times."
She did, moving back down and licking all the way up.
The shaft of his cock was hard and smooth and Nicole
could feel it twitch when her tongue slid across the
underside of the head. On one stroke she moved up a
little more, letting her tongue touch the pee-hole in
the end of his dick. It was wet, with something that
tasted bitter. Jim groaned louder, seemed to shake a
little. "Okay, honey, put it in your mouth now. I want
you to suck my cock."
Nicole moved her mouth to the head of his cock, still
holding it with her fingers, opened as wide as she
could. She wrapped her lips around the head, then moved
her head down so another inch or so of his cock entered
her mouth. She sucked lightly, swirled her tongue around
the head. She got the full taste of him now, and decided
it wasn't too bad. Jim was groaning harder, shoving his
hips forward to try to drive more of himself into
Nicole's mouth.
She wasn't sure how much she wanted to take, so she kept
her hand curled tightly around the base of his shaft to
make sure only so much could go in. Nicole quickly got
the hang of moving her mouth up and down on Jim's dick
in rhythm with his thrusts, although her jaw was getting
a little sore from keeping her mouth open so wide. She
felt the shaft slide in and out over her lips, the head
bump against the roof of her mouth, scrape along her
tongue.
Jim's thrusts and grunts became stronger and more
urgent, then he suddenly grabbed her hair, pulling her
face into his crotch and went stiff. Nicole felt
something hot, wet, and salty shoot out of his cock into
her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She tried to
pull away, but his hands on her head were too strong.
She gulped, trying to swallow whatever it was he was
pouring into her mouth, almost gagging. She got most of
it down, but she felt some leak out around her lips and
down her chin. Finally Jim relaxed and let go of her
hair. She leaned back, saw his cock already starting to
shrink. She gave him her nastiest look.
"You said you wouldn't pee in my mouth!"
"That's not pee, honey, that's cum. That's the stuff
that makes babies. You did real good, honey." Jim fished
in his pocket, came up with a five dollar bill. Good,
Nicole had been half afraid he wouldn't give her the
money. "Maybe we can do that again sometime, when you
want another five bucks."
"Yeah, maybe we can."
***
They walked through the VIP gate, the guy flashing a
badge at the security dude guarding the entrance. Once
they were inside, he handed her a similar badge on a
string.
"Wear this, in case we get separated. Oh, I'm John, by
the way, what's your name?"
"Nicole." It was the first thing she'd said to him that
was true. And it was all she said then. She was too busy
staring at what was going on around her. She was
actually backstage, with all kinds of people who looked
like big shots running around.
The next fifteen minutes or so were pretty much a blur,
as John introduced her to several people, none of whose
names she could remember, and had quiet conversations
with two or three folks who were obviously taking orders
from him. He slipped an arm around her, let his hand
move up under tank top, and slid it up to between her
shoulder blades, then down, stopping just short of
letting his fingers move under the waist band of her
skirt. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I've got to go take care of some business. You can just
hang out here, or wander around pretty much anywhere you
want. I'll be back before the concert starts."
"Okay, see you in a bit." She gave him her sweetest
smile, trying to figure out what he was up to.
***
Jim hung around longer than most of her mother's
boyfriends. Nicole figured a lot of it was what he was
getting from her when her mother was passed out. Sucking
Jim's cock was a regular thing now, any time Nicole's
mother was out of it, which was a lot. Nicole didn't
mind having a cock in her mouth, and she loved the five
bucks he gave her every time. As she got more used to
sucking, she learned how to relax her jaw so she could
take more in.
A couple of months after the first time, Nicole was
blowing Jim when he grabbed her head in his hands and
drove into her mouth harder than he ever had. His cock
slid all the way into her mouth over her tongue, and she
felt the head wedge itself in the back of the throat.
She gagged, her throat spasming around him. Jim groaned
happily.
"Yeah, baby, take it all the way down. Deep throat that
fucker!" Jim pulled back, thrust in deep again, and
again Nicole gagged. She wasn't sure she liked this, but
she wanted to get her money. She leaned forward, and the
next time Jim's cock rammed into her mouth, she felt the
head move down her throat like she was swallowing it.
She grabbed Jim's ass, almost panicked, afraid she'd
choke. He moved back, then in again, his cock reaching
farther into her throat, and Nicole found she could
breathe through her nose if she concentrated.
"Fuck, Nicole, that's it. Take my whole cock, you slut!"
After a couple more thrusts, she realized that she was
taking all of it. Her nose was rubbing in his pubic
hair, which she didn't care for much, and she could feel
his balls banging against her chin. Not long after that
she felt him shudder, and his cock pulsed in her mouth,
sending his cum shooting straight down her throat into
her stomach. She didn't even have to swallow.
When Jim had finished shaking, and had handed over
Nicole's five dollars, he gave her a wicked look.
"Hey, baby, I got this friend, Jake. I been tellin' him
about how my girlfriend's got this little cocksuckin'
whore of a daughter, and he'd like to get some of that
himself. And he'll pay. Not no lousy five bucks, either.
I told him if you'd do it, it'd cost him fifty. I figure
we could split it, twenty-five each. What'd ya say?"
Nicole thought about it, but not for very long. She
figured one dick was probably about the same as the
next, and the money sounded real good.
"Sure, I'll do it. But anybody besides you, we gotta see
the money up front."
He grinned at her. "You learn fast, Nicole."
***
Big shock, Jake turned out to be a lot like Jim.
Construction-worker type, mid-thirties, not exactly
sophisticated. He was about the same height as Jim, but
he was built a lot heavier. His cock was heavier, too.
Not much longer than Jim's, but it was bigger around. At
first Nicole was worried about whether she could
actually get much of it into her mouth, but once she
started working on it she didn't have any trouble.
Jake was a moaner, kept it up practically the whole
time, with a break once in a while to say "Yeah, baby,"
or "Oh, fuck." It occurred to Nicole that most guys
weren't going to be very original about what they said
while they were having their cocks sucked.
Jake tasted a little different than Jim, too, a little
bit stronger. Nicole figured that Jake probably didn't
shower very often, even compared to Jim. Oh, well, it
was all for the money, anyway.
Jake didn't try to shove his dick all the way down her
throat. He let her keep her hand wrapped around the
lower part so she didn't have to take the whole thing in
her mouth. When he finally shot his load into her mouth,
she swallowed the whole thing, which seemed to impress
him.
"Damn, she swallowed it! On her own! Damn!"
"I told you she was one hot little whore. Hey, you want
to go grab a couple beers?'
"Yeah, sounds good."
Nicole broke in, "Could you drop me at the mall? I've
got some money to spend."
Everybody left happy. And Nicole's mother was
unconscious in the bedroom the whole time.
***
The next few months, Nicole had more cocks in her mouth
than she could keep track of. Jake came back for more,
and Jim brought other friends around who were willing to
put up the money to get blown by a twelve-year-old girl
with the mouth of a hooker. And Nicole ventured out on
her own.
She wasn't ready to try any grown men yet without Jim
there, she had enough sense to know that some of them
could be dangerous. But she found some boys at her
school, and a few at the high school down the block, who
had some extra money and wanted to get their rocks off.
And, of course, there was always Jim. For the first time
in her life, she had a little bit of money that she
could spend however she wanted.
Now it was her thirteenth birthday, she was finally a
teenager. Her mother actually managed to stay vertical
long enough to get her a cake, and it was even the ice
cream cake she'd asked for. They had pizza, then the
cake, and her mother was there for the whole thing, even
had a card and present for her. Eventually, though,
nature took it' course and her mother headed for the
bedroom. When she did, Jim smiled widely at Nicole.
"Honey, I got a real special birthday present for you.
Come here." Nicole figured it was something like he'd
let her suck his cock, then pay her more than usual. But
when she sat down on the couch next to him, he slipped
an arm around her, turned her to face him, and pressed
his lips against hers. Nicole squirmed.
She didn't know what to think. She'd sucked Jim's cock,
and plenty of others, but she'd never done anything
else, not even been kissed. She finally decided to just
go with it, after all Jim had said it was going to be
her birthday present. She relaxed, opened her lips, and
let Jim's tongue into her mouth.
He tasted of beer and cigarettes, but as his tongue
started gliding over hers, and up to the roof of her
mouth, and along her teeth, she didn't care. Especially
after his hands started to move across her body.
He grabbed at one of her small breasts, squeezed it
through her T-shirt. Nicole broke off their kiss and
gasped for breath as a new feeling shot through her
body. Jim reached down, took hold of the hem of her T-
shirt, and pulled it off over her head. She wasn't
wearing a bra, and she felt the cool air on her tits,
and saw the look on Jim's face as he stared at them.
He dropped his head to her chest, started licking her
tits, and Nicole mewled in pleasure as she felt his
warm, wet tongue and lips glide over her body. At the
same time, she felt his hand moving down along her
belly, his fingers brushing over her skin, until they
reached the waist band of her jeans. And they kept
going.
"God, Jim, are you gonna touch me down there?" Nicole
didn't know whether to be scared or excited. Or both.
She was definitely horny. She could feel the moisture
between her legs starting to seep into her panties.
"I'm gonna do more than that, baby." Jim laughed. She
felt his fingers creep inside her jeans, down into her
panties, brushing through the light hair that hadn't
been growing there for very long. Nicole was breathing
heavily now, trembling. His fingers dipped lower, and
she felt them touch the lips of her opening.
"Uh! God! Mmmmm!" She reached down herself to unbutton
and unzip her jeans so he had more room to work. Then
his fingertip curled up inside her pussy. "Ah! Ah! Yes!"
She shoved her hips out against his hand, helping him
force his finger all the way up into her virgin pussy.
She felt his finger move inside her, her muscles
gripping it, pulsing, more juices flowing through her
body.
"God, Jim, that feels good!" She moaned as he started
moving his finger in and out, finger-fucking her. It was
the first time she'd ever been penetrated, by anything,
and she liked it. Just as she was really getting into
it, Jim pulled his hand out of her jeans.
"Don't stop!" Nicole was about to put her own hand
between her legs when Jim started pulling down her
jeans. He chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to stop. I'm gonna use
something else instead of my finger." As Jim finished
pulling off her jeans and panties and started
unfastening his own pants, Nicole realized exactly what
her birthday present was going to be.
She lay on the couch, naked in front of a man for the
first time, hoping her body looked okay to Jim. She
didn't look almost like a boy any more, like she did the
first time she sucked his cock, but she was still pretty
thin and didn't have many curves. She thought guys liked
girls with big tits and round bottoms.
She looked down at her small tits and almost hairless
pussy and wished she looked more like a woman and less
like a little girl. Jim seemed to think she looked just
fine, though, licking his lips as he finished stripping
off his clothes. He moved over to her, his cock sticking
out hard and straight.
He spread her legs on the couch so that one was draped
over the back, one hanging down off the front, and
positioned himself between them. Nicole was looking into
Jim's face as she felt his cock press against the
opening of her pussy. He bucked his hips forward, and
Nicole was overcome by a sharp pain as she felt
something tear apart inside her, then a tremendous
pressure in her belly, like everything was being moved
around, as his whole cock shoved into her in one stroke.
"OW! Jim, that hurts, real bad! Uhhhh!"
"It's supposed to hurt the first time, baby. Now you got
that all over with."
He had already started pumping his cock in and out of
her, not taking it easy at all because she was a virgin.
And "that" wasn't all over with. It still hurt. And the
pressure of a grown man laying on top of her (barely)
thirteen-year-old body wasn't very comfortable either.
Slowly, though Nicole started to feel better, the pain
and pressure easing up as she got used to the feeling of
a cock sliding in and out.
She felt her pussy open up as it entered her, then close
back around the empty space as it pulled back, felt the
lips of her pussy cling to it as it slid out. She
started to arch her hips up to meet his thrusts, and
found out that it felt better when she did. And if she
angled her hips just right, Jim's cock rubbed against
her clit, and that felt even better.
"Mmmm, Jim, that's better. God, you're really fucking
me!"
Jim didn't say anything, just kept grunting as he pumped
into her. And Nicole could tell by the way he sounded
that he was going to cum soon. She felt him stiffen and
give that last thrust, this time into her pussy instead
of her mouth, and his cum spurted out of his cock in
waves, washing over the walls of her pussy, mixing with
her own juices, and dripping out around his cock onto
the couch.
"Shit that feels good in me!"
"You like that, don't you, ya little whore? You like to
feel my cum inside your cunt." She was used to being
called a whore and a slut by now. And she knew that was
exactly what she was.
***
John was as good as his word. He got back from whatever
business he had and found Nicole about half an hour
before the concert started.
"The first band's going to be starting pretty soon, you
want to head to our seats?"
"Sure." Nicole followed John around to the front of the
stage and down into the orchestra pit. Right in the
front. About a foot away from where the band was going
to be. This just kept getting better and better.
As they settled into their seats and watched a couple of
members of the opening act working on a final sound
check, John leaned over and whispered, "You're going to
come to the party after the concert aren't you?"
Nicole giggled. "Well, yeah, if I'm invited."
"Oh, don't worry, you're invited." John's lips and
tongue brushed against Nicole's earlobe and neck as he
finished talking, and she shivered a little.
***
The concert was incredible. The band was everything
she'd expected, and more, and they were even cuter in
person than on TV. She squealed, cheered, clapped, and
bounced on her toes. Generally acted like a teenage
girl, something she didn't really do very often. It was
fun.
When she sat still long enough, she felt John's hand
brushing over her thigh. Or he'd slip his arm around her
shoulders and let his fingertips drift down to stroke
her breast. That was okay. She hadn't expected to get
into the concert without paying something, and getting
to go backstage and sit this close was worth a lot.
When the concert was over, way too soon, Nicole wondered
if they'd go backstage again, but John led her toward
the exit instead.
"We need to get to where the party's going to be. I have
to check on a couple of things there." They walked out
of the arena and down the block to a hotel/nightclub
sort of complex down the street. As they walked through
the hotel, several people waved or talked to John when
they went by. Nicole figured he must spend a lot of time
here.
They finally walked into a big room set up like a disco
or something, with wild lights and music. There were
several bars set up around the edges, and some people
were already getting drinks. John led her to one corner
of the room, where he spent several minutes talking to
three other men. Nicole wasn't paying any attention to
what they were saying, she was too busy just looking
around at the decorations. She wasn't used to things
like this.
When John came back, he led her over to one of the bars,
walked behind it himself, and poured himself a glass of
booze, whiskey probably, but Nicole didn't know much
about liquor. With a junkie for a mother, she tended to
stay away from things like that.
"So, honey, what do you want to drink?"
"Uh, I'm a little young for that, remember?"
"Hey, this is a private party. There won't be anybody
around here asking for IDs. How about a little wine?"
"Mmm, sure, why not?" Nicole figured having a little bit
wouldn't hurt. Besides, she didn't want to seem like a
jerk or something after he got her into the concert and
the party and everything. She took the glass of white
wine and sipped. It was sort of sweet and sour together,
and didn't taste bad at all.
Nicole didn't mind fucking Jim at all after the first
shot of pain eased up and when she found out he'd give
her a lot more money for that than for sucking his dick,
she knew she was going to be doing a lot more of it.
Turned out all of the guys she'd been blowing were real
happy to stick their dicks in her pussy instead of in
her mouth, and they'd all pay more for that.
***
Over the next year Nicole learned quite a bit about guys
and how they like to get laid. She found out that some
only like to get sucked, some only want pussy. Some want
a little of each. Some wanted to shoot their loads in
her mouth and have her swallow, some wanted to bury it
deep in her cunt (and looking back, she was amazed she
didn't get pregnant). Then there were the ones she
thought of as freaks, the guys that wanted to shoot all
over her belly or, worse yet, her face and hair. She
didn't like that much, so she charged guys like that
extra.
The other thing Nicole found out was that the guys
didn't worry much about her. It was all about them - get
their cock out, put it in her someplace, dump their load
in her or on her, then tuck it away and get on with
their business. Didn't make any difference to them if
she liked it or not. And it didn't really make any
difference to her, either. She was doing it for the
money.
Not that she didn't enjoy sex. It was fun. How much fun
depended on how good the guy was, of course, but it
always felt nice to have a dick inside her. But the way
she felt with a guy was nothing compared to what
happened when she was alone.
She learned how to take care of herself a couple of
months after Jim popped her cherry on her birthday. She
was soaking in the bathtub, just relaxing and trying not
to think about anything. The hot water made her
comfortable, and then she started to feel horny. Nicole
wasn't really used to that, all of her experience had
been about giving a man what he wanted and getting the
money. But now her own body was starting to tell her
what it needed.
She moved her hands to her breasts, began massaging them
slowly and gently. She was used to being pawed by guys,
which wasn't bad, but she found out that the softer
touch got her really hot. She licked her lips, moaned a
little, as she felt her belly begin to flutter. She
moved the fingers of her right hand to her left nipple,
pinched a little, gasped as she felt a shiver run
through her.
Nicole let her other hand slide down over her belly,
brushed her fingers against her skin. Her body tingled,
and she could feel her pussy getting wet. Her hand
drifted lower, her hips jerked slightly when her fingers
reached the lips of her pussy. She wiggled one finger
between her lips, let it slide up inside her.
"Ooohhh, god!" Her pussy gripped her finger, and she
felt her muscles tense and relax. She started stroking
in and out of herself giving herself the kind of finger-
fucking she wished she'd get from guys. As she did, her
finger rubbed against her clit, and her whole body
twitched. Nicole pulled her finger back, put the tip
against her clit, pressed hard. "Fuck!" She felt like
she'd been hit with an electric shock. Nicole rubbed her
clit, hard and fast, and within seconds she was gasping
and moaning, her body shaking. This was better than
anything she'd ever gotten from a man.
"Oohh, oohh, oohh, oohh! Ah! Fuck!" Nicole sat straight
up in the tub, her legs clamped around her hand. Spasms
ran through her pussy, up the rest of her belly. She
tried to catch her breath as her first orgasm rolled
over her in waves. Finally her body relaxed, and she lay
back in the tub, whimpering.
***
For the next half hour or so, John and Nicole circulated
through the crowd, drinking, making small talk. John
introduced her to several people, and she actually
recognized a couple of them as being in one of the bands
that had played that night. Nicole was starting to feel
a little inadequate. All of the other women at the party
were gorgeous, and elegant, wearing fancy clothes and
jewelry. Their hair and makeup were perfect. Nicole felt
like an under-dressed little kid next to them. She
really didn't belong here.
She'd just finished her second glass of wine when she
felt John step up behind her and wrap his arms around
her waist. One of his hands began rubbing her lower
belly, just above the waistband of her skirt, while the
other moved up, brushed against the bottoms of her tits.
Nicole was a little surprised that John would be so bold
in the middle of the party, but she knew something like
this was coming. He hadn't gotten her back stage at the
concert and brought her to this fancy blow-out because
he felt sorry for her.
Nicole spun around, lifted her face up to John's, felt
his lips press against hers, took his tongue into her
mouth. He tasted of whiskey, a sharp, clean taste,
better than the cigarettes-and-cheap-beer that she was
used to from most of the older guys she'd been with. Or
the sweat and fear she got from the boys her age. John's
left hand cupped her tit from the side, squeezed it.
Nicole moaned into his mouth.
She felt his right hand glide down her back, tickling
slightly. He moved it past her waist, down over her ass.
His fingers slipped between her legs, taking her skirt
with them, and he began to rub her pussy from behind,
through her skirt and panties. Nicole moaned again,
pressed her hips forward, and felt John's cock through
his pants, already hard. John pulled her closer, moved
his mouth off of hers.
"Want to go where we can be alone?"
"Mmm, yeah."
He took her hand in his, led out of the ballroom, down
the hallway, to an elevator. While they rode up, John
pulled her back to him. Nicole's ass pressed up against
the front of John's slacks, feeling his cock pressing
against her. She didn't pay any attention to which floor
they went to, but it must been a high one, because they
seemed to be on the elevator a long time.
John took her to a door just down the hall from the
elevator and when they walked in, Nicole looked around
with her eyes wide. It was a suite. The first room was
like a living room, and bigger than the one in the
apartment where she lived. With better furniture, too.
But they weren't going to be spending much time there.
John quickly ushered her into the bedroom, which had a
king-sized bed, big-screen TV, and several bottles of
booze sitting on a side table.
While Nicole was taking all of that in, John wasn't
wasting time. By the time she looked over at him, he was
already out of his coat, tie, and shirt, and was pulling
off his shoes. Nicole reached down to start pulling off
her tank top, but John said, "Wait and let me take care
of that." So she watched while he finished getting
undressed.
Not a bad body, looked like he took care of himself. He
moved over to where she was standing, pulled her tank
top up and over her head. He looked down at her bare
breasts and smiled. His hands went to her skirt,
unfastened it, slid both the skirt and her panties down
until they dropped to the floor. She kicked off her
shoes, and they were both naked.
Nicole figured John would want her to suck his cock, and
she started to squat in front of him, but he took her by
the shoulders and pulled her back up.
"Time for that later. You first." He was smiling at her,
and his smile made her feel relaxed and safe somehow.
John put his hands on her waist and picked her up
easily. She wasn't a big girl, but he seemed to be a lot
stronger than he looked. He set her down on the bed, her
legs dangling over the side, and knelt down next to the
bed. He used his hands to push her knees apart,
spreading her completely open. Nicole wanted to watch,
but it would be too uncomfortable to try to sit up, so
she just lay back to wait for what was going to happen.
She felt John's fingers on her pussy, spreading her lips
apart. Then a breeze drifted across her crotch and she
realized it was his breath. A split second later, his
tongue began to lick around the inside of her pussy
lips, and Nicole moaned as her fingers clutched at the
quilt on the bed.
Nicole had never had her pussy licked. All the sex she'd
had was about getting the man off and getting her money.
If she enjoyed it that was fine, probably made it better
for the guys, but doing something for her was never the
point. As she felt John's tongue swirl around her pussy
lips, then dive deep inside her, she realized that there
could be more to sex. She had no illusions about what
was going on. This was a trick like any other, she'd
just gotten paid with a concert ticket and a party
instead of cash, but even when she was being a whore she
might be able to get something out of it, too.
John licked Nicole's pussy for what seemed like hours.
He would slide his tongue up all the way up and down her
slit a few times, moving from just in front of her ass
all the way up to her clit, teasing it with his tongue.
Then he'd lock his lips around her clit and suck it.
When he did that, the heat rose in Nicole's body, her
pussy gushed, she could feel her orgasm rising within
her, getting close.
Then John's mouth would leave her clit, move away, lick
her lower belly, or the inside of her thighs for a bit,
while the raging lust inside her receded, her body
relaxed. Then his tongue was back on her slit, then her
clit, bringing her close again only to let her down.
Nicole lost track of how many times he teased her this
way, she felt like she was going to go insane. She was
clawing at the quilt, her tits, her belly, in
frustration.
He brought her up again, she gasped for breath, her body
shaking, not sure how much more she could take. She felt
him sucking on her clit, waited for him to abandon her
again. But this time he sucked harder as she got closer
to cumming. His fingers moved into her pussy, reaching
up, opening her, twisting inside her. Then his teeth
closed over her clit, bit down, not hard, but enough.
"OH FUCK FUCKFUCK!!! AAAAHHHH!!!" Nicole's entire body
spasmed, she felt like she was going into convulsions.
Her hands clawed at the quilt, at the air. Her head
whipped back on forth on the bed. Her back arched up,
then crashed back down, bringing her shoulders up. But
she didn't feel any of it. All she could feel was her
cunt going wild under the touch of the first man she'd
ever been with who actually knew how to treat a woman.
When her savage orgasm finally passed, she simply lay
there panting for a few minutes until she could catch
her breath enough to function. She looked up at John,
who was standing by the side of the bed, smiling down at
her and stroking his cock.
"So, baby, are you ready for this now?" He nodded down
at the dick he was holding in his hand.
"God yes! I want you to fuck me until I can't move!"
***
Not long after Nicole's fourteenth birthday, things
changed. Her mother dumped Jim and started a revolving
door of boyfriends. Nicole wouldn't have cared much, one
of her mother's boyfriends tended to be pretty much the
same as the next, but it put a crimp on her money-making
activities. Jim wasn't there to set her up with his
buddies, and she didn't really know any other older guys
that she could just go to and offer sex for money. That
left just the guys at school, and they usually didn't
have much money to spend for something like that.
After more than a year of having decent money coming in
that she could spend on herself, Nicole was back to
having not much more than her mother was willing to give
her, which was basically nothing. Not only that, but
with no steady boyfriend at all around, her mother
didn't have anybody to give her a little extra to
supplement what she got from the county. Things weren't
looking too good.
The break came a couple of months later when Nicole was
walking along the street, wearing one of her more
revealing outfits (which wasn't anything unusual, she
was not what you'd call a conservative dresser). A car
pulled up alongside her, and she looked over. It was a
middle-aged guy, who looked like he was maybe just
barely a cut above Jim and his buddies. Not that she
expected classy in her neighborhood. The guy rolled down
his window.
"Hey, sugar, how much?" The way he was looking at her
made it obvious what he was talking about.
"Fifty bucks." She hadn't even hesitated.
"For that you're going to have to blow me and fuck me."
This time she did hesitate a bit, she'd usually get more
than that for both from a grown man. Then she realized
that she wouldn't have to split the money with Jim this
time.
"Sure, let's see the money." He handed her the money,
she tucked it away and climbed into the car. The guy
drove into a nearby alley, where Nicole quickly opened
up his pants and went to work with her mouth. He was
hard and panting in no time, and after a couple of
minutes, Nicole had him sounding like he was ready to
shoot. He suddenly pulled her head up off his cock.
"Okay, baby, time to get it in your pussy." She silently
breathed a sigh of relief. She'd been afraid he was
going to want her to make him cum twice, once in each
hole. She straddled him, moved her panties out of the
way, and sat down on his cock. He grunted. She moaned.
She hadn't had a man's cock inside her since Jim had
left, only the boys at school and, whore or not, she
liked the feel. She bounced up and down on his cock
until he dumped his load inside her, then climbed off
and got out of the car, leaving the guy sitting there
with his dick hanging out and a silly grin on his face.
Now she knew she'd be okay. She could find guys on her
own, get back to making that extra money that made life
easier. She might not get as many customers as when she
had Jim bringing them in for her, or get them as often,
but she wouldn't have to split the money with him,
either. She was going to have to be careful, though.
Some of the guys out there that would pay money to fuck
a young teenager might not care too much about how many
other laws they broke, either.
***
Nicole purred as John's cock penetrated her pussy. He
pushed her knees up alongside her head, spreading her
open wide, and drove all the way in with a single
thrust. His dick was good sized, but not huge, and her
cunt wrapped itself around his shaft comfortably. John
put his hands down on the bed and braced himself,
holding his body up off Nicole rather than laying on top
of her. He was using his arms to keep her legs pinned up
alongside her body.
He started pumping his cock in and out of Nicole's
pussy, and she moaned as she felt him drive deep into,
then pull back almost all the way out. He was holding
himself at an angle that caused his cock to scrape over
her clit as he fucked her, and it was making her start
to shake. Her pussy was gripping his cock tightly, she
could feel it stretching outward as he pulled back.
"Damn baby, you're tight. And you know just what to do."
Good, he was enjoying it, too. He deserved to after what
he'd done for her tonight. "I might not last too long."
"That's okay, just shoot it into me. I want to feel you
cum inside me." She meant it, she wanted him to fill her
cunt with semen.
He didn't say anything else after that, just fucked her
hard. Nicole lay back, closed her eyes, and let the
feelings rush over her. Her breathing got heavier, she
could feel her pussy and clit pulsing at the touch of
his cock.
"Fuck, dude, I'm going to cum again!" Her body spasmed,
her pussy tightened around John's cock. "Yes, god,
cumming! Oooohhhhh fuuuck yes!" She dug her fingers into
his arms, and felt his cock pour a torrent of cum into
her cunt. He was grunting, still thrusting into her as
he shot his load inside her. Nicole took the last of his
cum, relaxed back on the bed as John rolled of of her.
He got up off the bed, stepped over to the table, poured
himself a shot of whiskey, took a long drink, looking at
Nicole laying on the bed the whole time.
"You like this, don't you," gesturing with his whiskey
glass around the room. "The concert, the party, the
hotel, the money. You know, you can have all of this, if
you really want it."
"You're a pimp, right?"
John laughed. It wasn't a nervous laugh, he really
thought it was cute that she'd figured it out. "Except
that at this price level we don't use terms like that.
You wouldn't be referred to as a 'whore' either. Now I
am right in thinking that fuckin' for money is nothing
new to you?"
"Yeah, dude, you're right on top of things. And, yeah, I
like this. Especially if I get to fuck guys like you
that know how to make a girl cum instead of dorks that
don't know about anything but their own cocks. So what
do I have to do to get in with a 'don't call me pimp'
like you?"
"Our clients are very sophisticated, and they do know
how to treat a woman. And lots of them would be really
happy to have a young thing like you for a night or two.
By the way, how old are you, really? And no bullshit."
"Sixteen." She was afraid to tell him the truth, figured
he wouldn't want anybody underage working for him, but
she was also pretty sure he'd be able to find out the
truth if she lied.
"You look younger. Which won't bother some of my clients
a bit. Girl that looks like you and already has your
talents. You'll need to dress a little classier, but
we'll take care of that. You might have to learn a few
new things, too."
"Like what?" Nicole couldn't imagine much about sex that
she hadn't already done.
"Well, you ever sucked a cock?"
"Yeah, want a demonstration?"
"Maybe later." John was grinning. "Swallowed?"
"Of course."
"Been fucked in the ass?"
"Uh, well, no."
"See, there are a few things you still need to learn."
He was grinning again. "I'm not worried though. The way
you fuck, I'm sure you can take anything that comes up."
"So, when can I start?"
"Not until tomorrow. The rest of tonight you belong to
me." He grinned again. Nicole grinned back, and shivered
in anticipation.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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