Slut wish

This is me speaking and yes, I really am going to see it through. I'll keep you posted on my progress.. if you want ;)

Slut wish

-by nom

Wanna know my New Year’s resolution? It’s the boring question that goes around this time of year, but my answer this time, this year, is far from that.

Lose weight, I’d say, as usual, as I’m a 13 and I’d love to be a model 8 again like in my university days. Unfortunately, I love to cook, and eat, and so it’s very difficult to achieve.

However, this time, I’m going to do it. Lose weight, I’d say aloud, but I’ll add silently in my mind, so I can become a slut. A never-say-no slut, the kind that doesn’t give a fuck about the looks of a man, the size of his wallet, his sense of humour – none of that matters, because all she wants is the dick. And why do I have to lose weight to do that? Simply because I want to look good while I slut around, because most men prefer the anorexic look these days and a slut is all about pleasing men.

Strict dieting, lots of exercise, and six weeks later, I know I’ll be an 8. Then I’ll go down to a bar and get my first man. He’ll either be the first one who tries to pick me up, or the meanest looking one I can get. Given a choice, I’d go for rough and mean any day. I don’t want a gentleman, I want the guy who’s going to take me out of that bar, fuck me in the nearest dirty alley, shove me down on my knees in a garbage-strewn floor, pound his cock down my throat and tear my ass up and cum on my face.

He isn’t going to ask, he’s going to take. I’ll never say no and he’s going to despise me for it and grind me further into the dirt.

He takes me home and I suck his cock on the way - in a taxi or bus, even the tube if he wants. And I’ll do much more too, just say the word. Fuck some bystanders? Ok. Crawl on my hands and knees and bark like a dog, hump his leg, oink like a pig and beg him to piss on me? Ok.

Never say no is going to be my motto. Although I do worry if they want to do it without a condom, not for the pregnancy risk because the thought of becoming a knocked up slut is a huge turn-on, but the disease thing. Men don’t want to fuck a diseased whore and that, that would be a nightmare. No more fucking!

Once inside the door, he strips me, tears them off. He grabs hold of my nipples and jigglesmy big tits as I kneel on the floor, waiting, cunt wet and desperate. Then his stinking socks are stuffed into my mouth, his underpants pulled over my head, and I crawl over to the toilet with him whipping my ass with his belt all the way. He shoves my head into the toilet, my face just above the water, and lowers the lid over me. His belt is flying then, hitting me all over, welting all the flesh he can reach, and I squeal and twitch and wiggle my ass but it’s all nicely muffled by the socks and the toilet bowl.

His dick spears into my ass without warning, and my head goes under the water. My hands which had been submissively by my side reaches frantically for a hold, and I cling to the toilet, rocking back and forth with his thrusts and face dipping into the water but no longer in danger of drowning. He won’t like that, and pull my hands back and tie them together with his belt, and now his fucking speeds up and get harder and I’m fully under the toilet water and choking and struggling to get just a brief gulp of air. More water go in than air and it’s a lost cause. I black out.

I wake up and I’m tied to the headboard. My wrists are spread wide, and my ankles are tied to them, leaving me completely exposed. His socks are gone, as is his underwear, and I find myself wishing they weren’t – they had both provided, wierdly, a strange sort of shield. He stands before me, completely naked. He has a paunch, big fleshy arms, and coarse black hair all over, but it’s the dick that catches my eye – big and drooling, a menacing cuntbreaker. My mouth waters at the memory of it ramming into my mouth, I want it again, I want more.

But he hasn’t had enough of beating me, and the belt in his hand comes crashing down and knocks the breath out of me. It lands on my cunt, and my hips flinch up, like I want him to keep hitting me. He laughs, slams it down again and again and I’m whining and wriggling and trying so hard to keep from crying out. I can take pain, but he’s not holding back and my cunt and thighs are turning black and blue and blistering right before my eyes. When I let out my first scream, he cuts it off quickly with a hand strangling my throat. He decides to take pity on me and whip my tits instead, and hand still strangling me silent, my boobs bounce around wildly under his flurry of blows.

My cunt is so wet and achy, I’m squeezing and humping the air and dying for his cock.

He finally decides to give it to me, and his cock is right up my cunt, banging away ferociously and the bed is squeaking and creaking under the onslaught. My head knocks repeatedly against the headboard, and my neck is all scrunched up as he squashes me. It’s hard to breathe, and everything hurts, and then his hands come off the headboard and close around my tits. Titflesh bulges around his fingers and the pain is deep and hot and he’s using them as handles to tug me against him as he slams in. I’m too contorted and bashed by his big body to make much of a sound apart from some squeaks and grunts banged out of me, but the headboard is making some serious racket against the walls and I think about the neighbours, what they must be thinking, and it makes my cunt drip even more.

“Whore!” He shouts, right into my face, and I think ‘yes please’. I want to be a whore, get paid £10 for a skullfuck, £20 for my cunt, and £30 for my ass. I want him to be my pimp. “Slut! Pigshit stupid bitchcunt!” A hand lets go of a tit and starts slapping my face. He spits, and I blink the phlegm out of my eyes. “Open your fucking hole!” My mouth opens obediently. He hawks noisily again, and I feel sick at what he was about to do, then he spits the yellow phlegm into my mouth and my stomach lurches. But I keep it in my mouth, keep my mouth wide open for him to see. “Disgusting pig! Taste it, keep it in your mouth, let me see you taste it.” So I swirl it around my mouth, let him see me savour his mucus, and blink off more spit that lands on my face. “Swallow my snot, you worthless piece of shit!” I swallow.

His hands come around my throat, and I’m struggling to breathe, wheezing, and he’s fucking me so hard my cunt feels ready to tear apart. Black spots appear, and I’m going to pass out again. But suddenly his hands are gone, and his dick, and he’s sitting on my tits, shoving his cock into my mouth. My head bangs against the headboard, thump-thump-thumping so fast I’m dizzy with the impacts and the speed and the dick stuffing up my throat and his pubic hair stuffing up my nose. My thighs cramp, his full weight is on me, I want to see his happy face but all I see is his big hairy belly thudding into my eyes.

He roars, cum spurts out of my nose, leak out of my dickstuffed mouth. He relaxes, dick still in me, and I can see nothing as he leans sweatsoaked against my face. I can breathe a bit now his dick is soft, and most of the cum has left my nose. My cunt though, is still dying for more cock.

I’m untied, and my limbs flop down. He drags me down the bed and sits on my face, his cummy sweaty balls over my nose and eyes, and he slides his ass back and forth languidly, enjoying his afterglow, giving me a whiff of his asshole as he rubs it over my nose. He bounces lightly, shoving my nose more into his hole, and I lick his balls, taste the salty sweat and try to ignore the shit stink of his hole. He turns around, and he stuffs his balls inside my mouth, and I feel my cheeks bulge with the size of them.

He looks down at me, smiling meanly, his dick soft and wet on my nose. “You look like shit, a fucked out slut, but I bet you’re used to that.”

Actually no, but I can’t say that as my mouth is crammed full with his balls. I’ve been a good girl, almost virginal, until now. I’ve had at most three sex partners, and never for long.

He rubs his dick all over my face, cockwhips me a bit, but it’s nothing too harsh. He’s still sated from his cum and I wish I were. “Suck my ass.”

I don’t want to but I do. He lifts his balls out and sits back down with his hole over my mouth. My tongue licks his hole, and my stomach reels at what I’m doing. I try to ignore the taste but it’s impossible, especially as he has me stick my tongue inside his hole and wash it out. He’s moaning, rubbing his ass on me, bouncing on my face, and I peer through the sweaty hairy balls and fat dick flopping over my eyes to see his content and happy face. It makes me feel good to see that, and I just can’t help wondering why it took me so long to become a slut when it’s all so obvious it’s what I’m meant to be.

His fat ass bounces harder and harder and my face virtually disappears inside his crack, and not surprisingly, he suffocates me with his ass and the next time I wake up, it’s morning.

I’m confused, because I don’t wake up in my bed. I don’t wake up in any bed. I’m on the floor with my rug over me, and for a minute I wonder if I had drunk so much last night that I hadn’t managed to climb onto my bed. It’s cold and hard and I struggle to get up, except I can’t. My hands are tied behind me and they are tied to my ankles. My cunt wets up as I realise I’m hogtied and my memory hits me with everything that had happened last night. Suddenly the cold hard floor and the dirty rug don’t matter, I’m hot and dying for a fuck.

I wriggle around and try to look up at the man on the bed, but he’s deep under my duvet and I slump back down and wait for him to wake. It’s a while until he does, and the cold has seeped through and I’m shivering when he finally grabs a hold of my hair and tugs me up. I squeal, and his hand squeezes my throat and shuts me up again, and with the hand around my throat and a fistful of hair, he pulls me onto the bed. It’s painful, but at least I’m on the warm bed and likely to get a good fucking again.

“Open up, bitch!” He whacks my face with his cock and I open my mouth eagerly. I love the taste of cock, love the stink of a man’s crotch, and a fat slimy cock plugging up my throat feels like the most natural thing in the world. Then he starts pissing and I’m choking, shocked and disgusted, but I swallow the piss anyway. It tastes horrible, and stinks, and he lifts his cock away from my mouth to show the stream as it lands in my mouth, a strong brown yellow stream. I want to throw up but I keep drinking his piss.

“Keep this last lot in your mouth,” he says, and he’s playing with his balls and watching greedily. I open wide and stop swallowing and soon there’s a pool of urine. I can feel it sloshing around as he moves me, untying me and arranging me flat on my back. He lifts my legs up and over my head, ties them to the headboard. “Hold on to the rails, don’t spill the piss.”

I hold on to the rails and watch as he settles between my legs, his dickhead pushing against my shithole, his eyes fixed on my pisspool of a mouth. He fucks my ass like that, staring at the piss sloshing about, as I desperately try to keep it from spilling over against his hard and fast fucking. Some spills out, of course, stinging my eyes and trickling down my face onto the bed. My jaw is sore by the time he pulls out and cums all over my face, into my nose and blocking up my only airway until I manage to blow it clear, into the pisspool.

He grins, slaps my ass. “Stay put, cunt.”

I stay there, mouth still open and full of cum as well as piss now, as he takes a shower. He sings loudly, and badly, and again the thought of my neighbours hearing the crude song, hearing it come from my flat, makes my cunt ache for dick.

He comes back dressed, and throws my mobile down on the bed. “Swallow when I say you can.”

And he leaves and I wait there, jaw really aching and sore now, face sticky with cum, the taste and stink of piss making me retch.

The mobile rings an eon later, and I fumble desperately to answer.

“Let me hear you, whore!”

“Unghh,” I say, through the urine in my mouth. It seems to be enough.

“Swallow, say thankyou.”

I swallow and say thankyou. He laughs, hangs up.

I lie back in my cumsoaked and piss-stained bed, breathe in the stink of his cum and piss and sweat, and finger myself frantically until I finally get my orgasm. It’s not enough and I hump my pillow until I come again and again and again. I’m a slut, god, such a fucking slut, a dirty whore to be used and abused, fuck me, beat me, use me up and throw me away with the rest of the garbage.