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September 09, 2017, 12:25:19 PM
Reply #20

Offline Jed

I Can’t Stop Thinking About Him

I didn’t sleep well all night, and I didn’t go to the carnival that day on Thursday with the other kids.  I lied and told mom I didn’t feel well and stayed in bed until well after noon.  I also went to bed early and lay there thinking of him, and what he did to me, and what he made me do.  The worst thing being how he pushed me away when he was done with me.  I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him.  It was like I could feel his hands on me while I tried to sleep.  I looked and it was almost 10PM, and I still couldn’t stop thinking about him.  I knew I didn’t want him to see me or make me do anything ever again, but I had to get another look at him.  So then, I finally got up and got dressed and sneaked out and walked the 15 minutes it took to get to the fairgrounds.

At the carnival, I hung in the shadows.  Drunken men walked by and tried to talk to me, shouting nasty things about my body.  One even tried to grab my arm, but I slipped away from him.  I was looking for him, but I didn’t want him to see me.  I was afraid of what would happen if he did.  I finally found him over by the dunking booth.

Last year someone told me there was always a man or two that hung back behind the dunking booth.  The man in clown makeup in the dunking cage made people mad, and made them want to dunk him.  He would yell things at the men, and insult them to get them to pay for and throw balls to dunk him.  Sometimes the clown made people so mad, they wanted to hurt him.  The men who watched were there in case someone wanted to try and beat him up.  I guess that was what he was doing there, protecting the clown dunking man.

He was with another guy talking, and then he turned and looked right at me.  I don’t know how he knew I was there or could even see me in the dark.  I was frozen in place, and he began walking towards me.  I wanted to run, but my legs turned to jello.  And then he was there and put his rough big hand on my neck squeezing.  I knew then I was lost, and my shoulders slumped in defeat.

He led me by the neck around and between tents and through a back gate.  It was not a gate for getting in or out of the carnival.  It was where the carnival people had their trucks and trailers and stuff.  He led me to on old dented, rusty and dirty trailer and opened the door pushing me inside.  Once inside he pushed me towards a bed in the back and ordered, “Take your clothes off little bird.”

I stood there next to the bed, my head down and whispered, “You’re really going to take my virginity this time aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“But I don’t want you to, please don’t.” my shaky voice getting pleading.
“Even you know it’s too late to stop that.”

Somehow, I did know that.  I knew I was defeated.  I didn’t have to come back to the carnival and find him, but I did.  I could have run when he looked at me, but I don’t think I wanted to.  I brushed a few tears off my cheek, and looked at his hard stare and stern face.  Under his gaze, I knew what I had to do and began undressing.  I was slow on purpose somehow hoping he would say, ‘Never mind,’ but he didn’t.  I expected him to tell me to get undressed faster, but he patiently watched me.

Even before I met him, I suspected there was something really wrong with me.  Now undressing in front of him, I was positive there was something broken and damaged about me.  I know I’m way too young for sex.  It seems like it was only yesterday I didn’t have breasts or any hair down there, but now as I pushed my panties off my hips letting them drop to the floor, I still felt like a little kid.  Now naked in front of this much older and larger man, I briefly went to cover my chest and crotch with my arm and hands, and then dropped them to my sides knowing how useless that was.  The reason why I knew I was broken and damaged was despite my fear of what he was about to do, I was also completely turned on and already a little wet from undressing for him.

He had me sit on the bed next to him while he undressed.  I inhaled the smell of him again with him so close, that intoxicating man smell.  Once he was naked, and I could see him far better than before, I found I couldn’t look.  While I averted my gaze, I could see him put an old tattered blanket down on the bed.  What happened next surprised me.  He put something up to my neck, around it and then buckled it.  He then hooked it to a strap to it.  I knew what it was, a dog collar, and he just leashed me like I was his pet.

I felt a shudder go through my body thinking about being his pet.  The shudder wasn’t all bad despite me wanting to hate it.  He pulled me up on his lap then, his hand on my body like last night touching my breasts and almost immediately I heard myself moan.  I could feel it hard under me so very close to my vagina.  Then he did something that for some reason surprised me.  He kissed me.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss I ever experienced.  His mouth was open and his tongue forced its way into my mouth.  I was moaning into his mouth and kissing him back.  I don’t know when I did it, but my arms were around his neck while we kissed.  He turned and very slowly pushed me down on the tattered blanket.  I began panicking then and started to struggle.  Once he got me on my back I struggled even harder, and that’s when he slapped me across the face really hard, and said in a mild and not even angry voice, “Nothing is stopping this, so you might as well quit that.”

My face stung from the slap, and while I was in a little shock at being slapped, something I’m not sure ever happened to me, it seemed to instantly calm me.  He took the grip of the leash and tied in through a metal eyehook in the wall.  I watched in fascination knowing I could easily untie it.  Somehow my eyes wandered and I saw there were more of these eyehooks around the sides and back of the bed that were the walls of the trailer.  Seeing him tie the leach to one had me envisioning tying girls was the reason for them.  I couldn’t help it, but the thought of being tied up in his bed brought me right back to being very turned on.

His knees pushing between my knees to open my legs brought my attention back to him.  It seemed to be very practiced, the motion he made that forced my legs open until they were widely spread.  As he lowered himself between my legs, I wanted to try and push him away.  Instead, I found my hands on his hips just holding them.  I then felt it, that thing that had been in my mouth, probing me down there.  I realized I was whispering a prayer.  I haven’t prayed since I was 6, but I was now.  He had it right there at my folds, and I tensed waiting for it.

Already wincing in anticipation with my whole body rigid, I thought to myself, this is really going to hurt.

September 09, 2017, 02:41:15 PM
Reply #21

Offline Emily

Thank for keeping your promise and posting this today! :D

September 11, 2017, 10:17:00 PM
Reply #22

Offline Jed

Deflowered

There was so much tension and anticipation in me, so when he didn’t just shove it in, I was surprised.  I could feel the tip of his hard thing rubbing around.  With shame, I knew he was wetting the tip with my wetness from being turned on.  And then he rubbed it against my button, and my whole body jerked.  He did it again, and I moaned.  I knew then it was no accident.  He was trying to turn me on, and it was working.  I could feel my legs open even wider as if I was welcoming him in.  I wasn’t as tense either.  I had relaxed some.  I was still terrified, but I was no longer stiff.  I was still shaking like crazy though in anticipation.

He kept rubbing it around until I began to squirm and moan.  My folds and my button are kind of inside me, and his thing was now pressing right in there pushing me open.  It felt scary big, rubbing around and pressing.  He seemed to be pushing it in a little deeper each time until I could feel it stretching me open, and then it seemed to be blocked.  He stopped then, and lifted himself up.  I could sense him looking down at my face.  He was so tall, that to look at his face I had to tilt my head back.  He was smiling and said, “Look at those blue eyes now that I have you in the light.  You’re not just a little bird, you’re a little bluebird.”

With that I could feel him give a long steady push.  That’s when it started hurting.  A little at first as the pressure inside me began to build.  It seemed like my insides couldn’t stop him any longer, and I put my hand in my mouth and bit down.  Just then it was like something tore hurtfully inside me, and I could feel his thing slide into me.  I heard myself groan very loud into my hand and then whimper.  I didn’t scream like I thought I would, but I almost did.  It really hurt.

He was moving slowly like he was testing how deep he could go.  I pulled my hand out of my mouth and saw I had actually broke the skin when I bit down on it with a trickle of blood from a few of the bite marks.  I was wincing each time he pushed in and whimpering continuously.  I had my hands back on his sides again as if to push him away, but I wasn’t trying to push him knowing it wouldn’t do any good.  My hands were just resting there moving with his movements.  He reached back and pulled my ankle up to his hip, and then the other one too.  I guessed he wanted me to wrap my legs around his moving body, so I did it afraid he would be mad if I didn’t.

After that I just held onto him while he pushed it in me and in me and did it again and again.  He felt so huge inside me, like something way too big to be in there.  I wasn’t some stupid girl.  I knew what was happening.  Some man maybe three times my age just took my virginity and was fucking me.  It was just crazy this was happening, and I kept thinking about all the things I could have done to prevent it.  Why did I have to look at the hooch girls and the men watching and touching them, and why did I have to come back to try and see him?

I wasn’t just thinking about his thing inside me moving in and out.  That collar tight around my neck wasn’t letting me forget it was there either, and the leash tied to the hook was making me feel trapped more than his body on top of me.  A little bit in a daze I looked around and saw the other hooks around the bed.  They didn’t make any sense except for tying something, like tying girls to them like me.  I could see how old, worn and tarnished they looked.  Like they had been used a lot, like lots of girls had been tied up in this bed.  I kept telling myself I could untie the leash with no problem.  It wouldn’t be that hard to pick at the knot.  But it kept bothering me, because why have these hooks to tie girls to if they could easily untie themselves?

I lay under him my whole body moving as he repeatedly thrust into me.  The first sharp hurt changed to me getting really sore.  Sometimes he went too deep seeming to push my insides up, and I squealed little in pain.  I knew he wouldn’t stop until he was done.  I was dreading that, and what would happen when he did finish.  But it was really hurting now, and I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.  I was getting really scared if he didn’t stop soon he was going to kill me with it, so I begged him, “Please hurry up.  It hurts.  It hurts!”

I heard him grunt in his heavy breathing, and then he taunted me by asking, “You want my cum inside you little bluebird?”

I didn’t want that at all, but I was desperate for him to be done with me.  All I could say to him was, “Please!”

“Please what?”
“Please!”
“Beg me to cum in you my little bluebird and maybe this will end.”

I could feel my face flush with shame because I knew I was going to do it, and hating myself I said it, “Please cum in me!”

“You can do better than that my slutty little bluebird.  Tell me how much you love my cock and want my cum inside you.”

I swallowed hard mortified by what he was asking, but it hurt so much I began to desperately do what he said and began begging, “Please cum in me!  I love your cock!  Oh god, please don’t make me do this.  Oh god.  Oh god………..Please cum in me!  I love your cock so much….please!”

I didn’t know what to say and just kept repeating the same words until I was sobbing so bad all that was coming out was choking sobs.  And then he was doing it even faster, and it hurt so bad all I did was scream.  He seemed to jerk against me, and then he went stiff.  That’s when he stopped moving, his body anyway.  I could feel it inside me throb, and then there was wetness.  I knew it was the same stuff he made me swallow, swallow twice.  It was almost familiar, like it spurting in me down there felt sort of the same as in my throat, except I didn’t choke and have to swallow.

He breathed hard for maybe a minute, and then pulled out of me.  It was a sickly disgusting feeling, almost like I had pooped feeling it leave my body.  He rolled off me, and I could feel the slimy wetness running out between my legs feeling messy and nasty.  I saw it then, his thing, and there was blood on it, my blood.  It wasn’t a bunch, but it scared me I was bleeding.  He pulled on the old blanket I was on, and then touched it to me.  There was some blood, and he dabbed at my sore crotch a couple more times until no blood stained the blanket, then he wiped himself with it.  He yanked the blanket out from under me and tossed it on the floor.

I don’t know what I expected after?  I think I thought he would shove me away just like before and tell me I can go home, which was why I was shocked at what he did do.  He pulled my arms behind my back, and I heard a click and felt metal and something soft around my wrist.  There was another click on my other wrist, and I suddenly realized he put me in handcuffs lined with something like felt.  It was then I realized I no longer could reach to unbuckle the collar or untie the leash.  I couldn’t leave his bed unless he let me go, so I pleaded with him, “Please, I need to go home.”
“We have all night.  If I like how you act, maybe you can go home in the morning.”

There naked and cuffed helpless in his bed, feeling his naked body breathing slowly against me, I was softly crying and wondering why I came looking for him.  But that wasn’t all I was wondering about, because I knew he wasn’t done with me.

September 12, 2017, 10:18:16 PM
Reply #23

Online vile8r

Good read, Jed! I love the first-person POV by the girl.....very creative!

September 20, 2017, 08:31:40 PM
Reply #24

Offline Jed

His Leashed Pet

He slept, but I didn’t.  I had no clock to look at to know how late it was or how long I lay awake.  It seemed maybe an hour or two, and then I felt him stir.  I wasn’t sure if he woke or not, but then I felt his hands on me, those awful hands that make me squirm.  His hands were on my breasts and butt, and then I started crying when he touched my crotch.  It was very sore from him doing it to me.  I was terrified he was going to do it again, stick it in me, and I began crying louder.

It was so sore.  I was afraid he would shove a finger in me or rub it hard, but he just lightly touched me.  I both hated his fingers there and liked it, especially with him being gentle.  It was then I felt it getting hard and poking me in my thigh.  It was so close to my crotch hard and throbbing, and I knew he wanted me again.  My crying got worse, and I guess he knew exactly what was on my mind and said, “If you think your pussy is too sore little bluebird to get fucked again so soon, I’ll let you suck me off instead like the other night.”

In the middle of crying there in the dark, I found myself nodding in agreement and relief.  But even while I knew I would do it, I wondered what was wrong with me that I would agree so easily.  I also did not miss the ‘so soon’ part about him doing it to me again.  All of this was swirling in my head when I felt his hands in my hair pushing my head down.  It was awkward moving down with my hands cuffed, so it was mostly him shoving on my head.

As he pushed me down to his thing, I was conscious of the leash.  I thought it wasn’t long enough, but then his thing was right in my face seeming familiar from when I had to do it before.  While just barely long enough, the leash had gone a little taut.  The collar felt very tight around my neck, constricting it, but there was more to it.  The tightness around my neck made me feel strange, like he owned me or something, like I was his pet for real.

With my hands cuffed I had no way to grasp it to guide it into my mouth, but he took care of that.  In my head I was wondering why I was cooperating at all, but I was.  I just let him push it against my lips, and I opened my mouth for it, not really willingly, but not fighting it either.  Before it tasted like he smelled, like a man and nicer than I wanted it to be.  It didn’t taste good at all this time.  It took me a few moments to understand why.  I was tasting me on it.  I remembered him wiping it with the blanket, but not very well.  It was nasty, and there was an iron taste I realized was my blood.

There wasn’t anything I could do about moving my head, so I wasn’t surprised when he began humping my face just like in the grass under the hooch stage.  I had to lay there and take it, helpless as he fucked my mouth.  I sucked on it as best I could and noticed the bad taste was going away.  It didn’t taste good or anything, just less bad.

He kept doing it like before, going too deep making me gag and choke on it.  Sometimes I heaved and felt like I was going to throw up, but he would pull back just before I was about to.  I figured out he could sense when I couldn’t take any more, but he was also making me take as much as I could and just a little more.  While laying there on my side, hands cuffed behind me and that leach tugging on the collar around my neck, I began getting the feeling he was training me to take it in my mouth.  That thought made me think of being his pet again.  The collar and leash, and him training me to please him; he was training me to be his pet, his pet for sex to please him.  And, I was doing it.  I was sucking on it as best as I could, doing my best to please him.

It was all these thoughts swirling in my head when it happened again.  He grabbed my head hard, and it jerked in my mouth spurting.  I guess I was thinking too hard and got took by surprise.  I started choking on the slimy mess in my throat and squealed in panic around his thing.  He wouldn’t let go of my head, so I began swallowing to clear my throat.  I swallowed until it was mostly gone.  He pushed it in my mouth again, and I understood.  I sucked on it some more.  I somehow knew he wanted me to keep sucking until I pulled all of the slimy stuff out of his thing.

Abruptly he seemed satisfied and pulled it from my mouth.  He got up and in the trailer and went towards the kitchen.  He came back with a glass of water sipping it.  He sat next to me drinking the water for a minute or so, then he hauled me up to a sitting position.  He put the glass to my lips and tilted it so I could drink.  Cuffed like I was, I couldn’t hold the glass, and I knew now he wasn’t taking those off.  It was hard to drink like that and some dribbled down onto my bare breasts.  I thanked him and he gave me more.  He let me sip until I nodded it was enough.  And then he just pulled me down with and went back to sleep.  I didn’t think I could sleep, but then I did.

I woke to his hands on my body again, those insidious hands that make me squirm.  While I hated how I reacted to them, they now seemed so recognizable and oddly fitting, as if they belonged there on my body.  Knowing this would lead to him pleasuring himself with me again, I sought to interrupt it by blurting out a truthful statement, “I have to pee!”
“Well then, let’s take you to go pee.”

I watched while he untied the leash from the hook and felt so much relief.  But then he immediately gave a rough tug on the leash hurting my throat.  I heard myself whine as I tried to sit up.  I was thinking he would take the cuffs off, but he just yanked on the leash again pulling me to my feet.  I stumbled and began thinking about being his pet again, and then he led me through the trailer.  There was a tiny bathroom, and he pointed.  I didn’t know what else to do, so I sat and started peeing immediately.  I really had to go.  He stood there naked and watched me the whole time.  It was embarrassing being watched, but what could I do.  I tried not to look at his thing in front of my face, especially because it wasn’t exactly soft, and I knew what that meant.

When I was done, I just sat there not wanting to stand, but he pulled me by the leash around my neck to my feet.  He even took a piece of tissue and dabbed my crotch.  I kept thinking I should beg to be released, but he seemed so in control of me.  It was starting to get light, so then I did say, “Please, I need to go home.  My mom will know I was out all night if I don’t go home.”

He ignored me and led me over to an armless chair.  He sat in it, and then while I whined he pulled me into his lap facing him.  I was hoping me peeing would make him forget about doing anything, but I was wrong.  He had me pulled up way on his chest with his hands on my butt, my legs on either side of him dangling not touching the floor.  I felt so helpless.  I always felt helpless with him.

He pulled me way up on his chest.  I didn’t know what he was going to do, and then he had one of my nipples in his mouth.  I couldn’t believe how good that felt and moaned immediately.  His hands squeezed both my butt cheeks and pulled my breast up to his mouth, gently nibbling on my nipple. I could hear myself moaning and knew he was doing it to me again, making me aroused and wanting him.  I could feel myself pushing my chest against his face.  He moved me, and then he was sucking and licking my other nipple.  I knew I was getting wet again, and I knew he knew it too, and then he reached with a finger to slide it in me.

I began crying again knowing he was going to do it.  I could feel him fumble, and then it was pushing at my crotch.  I didn’t want it and tried to struggle away from it.  With my hands cuffed behind my back and my feet not touching the floor, there wasn’t anything I could do.  It was pushing into me again like last night.  I tried to force my body up using my thighs, but then I’d slide back down on it feeling it penetrate me a little deeper as I struggled.  I kept trying to get away from it, but it was like I was only bouncing up and down on it helplessly.  I looked and saw the pleased look on his face and knew me trying to get off it was only making it nicer for him.  And then he said something that made no sense at first, “Smile for the camera.”

I couldn’t understand why he said that as I struggled to try and get it out of me.  Then something made me look to the side, and I saw someone else.  There was someone off to the side with some sort of camera filming us.  I could feel my face turn red, and I cried louder upset at all that was going on.  I got desperate trying to get off his lap and get his thing out of me, but the more I struggled the more I just seemed to be bouncing up and down on it.  He and the guy filming were laughing at me now.  I just wanted to die.

September 21, 2017, 10:44:22 PM
Reply #25

Online vile8r

Love it Jed!

October 03, 2017, 03:06:21 AM
Reply #26

Offline Jed

You’re My Little Whore Now

Seeing the man with the camera, I tried even harder to get off his lap and get it out of me.  I tried to throw myself to the side, but he had a tight hold of the leash and kept me upright on his lap.  When I tried to throw myself to the left, he used the leash to pull me to the right, and did the same when I tried to throw myself to right, pulling me back with the leash.  He was guiding my movements with the leash, and I really felt like his pet being yanked around by the collar on my throat.  My feet were dangling, and I was so helpless straddling his body with his thing inside me.  There was nothing I could do to stop this or get it out of me.

The worst thing was all of it, him inside me, being helpless and even including knowing I was being filmed was all making me so aroused.  That it was against my will was part of what turned me on.  I was crying, but I was moaning too.  I had stopped trying to throw myself off his lap, but I was still trying to keep him from penetrating me too deep.  Each time it would poke in me hurting, using my thighs straddling his I tried to lift my body off it.  I could never quite lift high enough to get it out of me, and then I would settle back on it feeling it skewer my body again.  I knew I was making it good for him and hated that, but when I tried to stop moving up and down, he used the leash yanking on my neck to get me moving again.

At some point, I just stopped fighting it.  He still had the leash wrapped around his hand, but both of his hands were on my butt guiding my movements up and down.  I could feel it now, building inside me.  I was yearning for it too.  He made me do it, with his fingers before, but now I could feel it coming from his thing moving inside me.  There was a soreness too, but the other feeling was overwhelming the soreness.  I knew what it was called, an orgasm or cumming, but until he made me do it, I had no idea what they were talking about.  It was coming, an orgasm, and I couldn’t stop it.  I didn’t want to stop it.  And then his lips near my ear whispered, “Cum for me my little bluebird.  Show me what a little whore you are, show me that you’re my little whore.”

It was calling me that nasty name, a whore, that did it.  It began as a long low moan escaping my lips.  I knew now I was bouncing on his thing completely on my own and on purpose.  It just felt so good, too good, and I couldn’t stop bouncing on it.  And right when I knew my head was going to explode, he whispered again in my ear, “Cum for the camera my little whore.”

I had forgotten about the camera and the man holding it, and I turned towards the camera just as it erupted inside me.  I was looking right at the camera when I began making all sorts of hooting and loud moaning noises.  I knew it would be obvious the noises had nothing to do with pain, and they didn’t.  I was grinding myself on his lap now trying to get it in me.  At some point I stopped making noises and collapsed on his chest sobbing.  I don’t know why, but I kissed his chest and tasted his salty sweat when I did.

I should have known it wasn’t over, but it did take me a little by surprise when with hard hands gripping my butt, he began pumping his hips up at me.  Before he was mostly sitting there, and I was moving on him.  Now he was fucking me again like last night.  I just whimpered and buried my head in his chest while his huge thing lunged in and out of me.  It seemed to take a long time, and now it was going past being sore to hurting.  I knew he wasn’t going to stop until he was done, so I didn’t even try to beg him.  I just sobbed on his chest praying for him to finish.

I thought I could feel him shaking, and that seemed familiar.  It was, as next thing he abruptly pushed deep, and it twitched inside me.  I could feel the spreading wetness and knew he had done it inside me again.

I actually had this hope he would cuddle with me or something, but it was a little like the time under hooch stage.  He just shoved me off his lap until I landed on my feet and almost fell on the floor.  I could feel his stuff leaking out of me and down both my legs.  It felt so nasty.  I stood there naked feeling his awful sticky mess leaking out of me and couldn’t believe how disgusting I was that I had felt good from it all.  That was when he made me feel worse by saying to the man with the camera, “She’s a good little whore don’t you think?”

He tossed me a rag.  I caught it, and then understood I was to use it to clean myself up.  He let me get dressed after that.  It was then he sat me down and began talking.  He told me I needed to come back again in the evening shaking his head when I said I didn’t want to.  He said they would show the movie of me naked on his lap and cumming in the hooch tent, and that all the people from my town would see what a little whore I was.  It was all so terrifying, and I just nodded wanting nothing more than to agree to anything, so I could get out of there.  Finally, I just begged to go home, and he agreed saying, “Sure, go home little bluebird, but make sure you come back here tonight.  And never forget, you’re my little whore now.”

Walking home I was thinking to myself how stupid he must think I am.  I knew he would get in so much trouble if it was found out he was having sex with me.  He wouldn’t dare show that movie they made of me and him having sex.  I kept telling myself that all the way home, but I had this nagging thought about how he seemed to dare anything and everything.  Despite worrying about what he would dare, I told myself I was never going back there.  I told myself I wasn’t his whore either, but I was a little less convinced of that.

I was sneaking back in the house and stopped dead in the hallway in shock.  There was a man coming out of momma’s room.  He was tucking his shirt in and didn’t see me at first.  I was standing there my mouth open thinking I should scream, but then he did see me and called out momma’s name.

Momma came out of her room in a bathrobe.  I could tell she had nothing on underneath it.  It was quickly obvious to me the guy was no intruder.  I knew then momma was cheating on daddy.  OK, maybe daddy didn’t live here anymore and they got a divorce, but I always figured he would come back any day.  And now momma was having sex with this man and wanted to talk about it.  I just said I wanted to go to bed.  Momma didn’t even notice I hadn’t even been to my bed all night.

The words of the man kept ringing in my head, that I was his whore now and had to do what he wanted.  I didn’t want to believe it and told myself over and over it wasn’t true.  I didn’t like the things he did to me even if my body did.  I slept part of the day and was quiet not talking to momma much over dinner.  I couldn’t even look her in the eyes.  I kept seeing in my head momma naked with that man just like I was with him doing all those nasty things.  I couldn’t get those images to go away, me with him and momma with that man were all merging into the same thing in my head.

I did at some point seem to find some strength.  I told myself I was not going back to the carnival and I was not going back to him.  And, I told myself I wasn’t his whore.  I knew there was an uncertain feeling in my gut, but I knew I was strong enough to ignore that and do the right thing.  I was too young to be having sex, and he was way too old to be having sex with a young girl like me.

Friday evening came and I lay in my bed unable to sleep.  I was unsure if I could have slept anyways, but it was impossible with the noises.  It was as if now they knew I knew, momma and the man weren’t even trying to hide what they were doing.  Momma was moaning so loud, and I couldn’t help thinking it sounded like me with him.  Momma’s bed was creaking, and I could hear the man grunting as he fucked my momma.  It was the noises momma made that were really upsetting me.  I never heard momma make those noises when daddy lived here.  He was her husband.

In my head, I kept thinking momma was making those noises with this strange man, because she was a whore.  I also kept thinking about how I made those same noises with him, and that I was a whore too.  I thought to myself about how I know now why I can’t control myself around him.  I thought about how I squirm when his hands touch me.  I had heard momma moan and the bed creaking from her squirming when this man touched her.  And then momma screamed, and I knew what that was and what it felt like.  The man grunted and groaned, and then he stopped too.  I couldn’t get the image of him on top of my momma and squirting inside her out of my head.

It was momma’s own fault she was a whore, and I’m one too because of her.  I inherited her tits and her inability to say no to men.  It couldn’t have been 30 minutes before I heard them start up again, my momma the whore and the strange man.  I knew then being a whore ran in the family.  I knew I was a whore too, and I knew I was his whore, the man at the carnival.  Hearing momma making her whore noises was driving me crazy, so I got up and got dressed.  I knew the man at the carnival wanted his whore back, and as I sneaked out of the house, I knew he was going to get me again, his whore.

October 06, 2017, 09:04:13 PM
Reply #27

Offline Jed

A Shared Whore

The gate that leads from the carnival to the trailers where the carnies live is guarded to prevent the town folk from going back there and causing trouble.  I expected to be stopped, and then have to explain why I was supposed to go through.  I didn’t have an explanation.  I mean what was I going to say?  I’m the whore of some carny guy who I don’t even know his name, I just know where his trailer is?  All those thoughts became pointless, as the man guarding the gate just smiled and waved me through.  I never saw him before, so I wondered how he knew to let me through?

I got to the trailer and knocked, but there was no answer.  I could feel a huge sense of relief flow though my body.  I told myself this meant I didn’t have to be his whore.  I could turn around and go home.  Then I thought of mom and that man, and I didn’t know what to do.  I guess all these thoughts had me distracted, because I jumped feeling his hand on my neck and he said, “Welcome back my little bluebird.”

My shoulders slumped in defeat, and when he opened the door to the trailer, I walked in like I belonged there.  He went to the bed and sat down.  Looking at me he just made a gesture.  I knew what he wanted and began undressing.  It was a weird feeling willingly baring my body to him.  It was like he owned me and maybe he did now.  Once I was naked he had me come close and gestured again.  I knelt in front of him and leaned my neck forward so he could put the collar on.  He drew the leash taut, and ordered, “Take my pants down.”

I had to take his pants down?  I didn’t know how I was going to do that with him sitting, but looking at his hard eyes I reached for his belt with trembling hands.  With my hands shaking so bad, I had a hard time undoing his belt.  I got a little frustrated at myself, but he didn’t hurry me.  Unfastening his pants was even harder, but I finally got them undone.  My hand was really shaking when I tugged his zipper down.  I didn’t know how I was going to get them down, but then he lifted his hips.  I worked them off his hips until they dropped to his ankles.  I could see the outline of it in his boxers, and then he told me, “Reach in and get it out.”

I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to.  I reached up with one hand and pulled the elastic of his boxers out and a little down.  Swallowing hard, I reach in with my right hand and felt it.  It seemed to twitch in my hand when I touched it, like it was alive on its own and not just part of him.  It was a little floppy but seemed to be getting harder at my touch.  I got my fingers around it, and pulled it up and out until I could see it.  I’d seen it before, but not like this in the light.  My fingers curled around it didn’t even touch.  I couldn’t believe this thing fit inside me, down there and in my mouth.  I knew he wanted me to use my mouth on it, so I opened wide, and just then he said, “No.”

“No?” I asked puzzled.
“Get a feel for it in your hands first, stroke it and learn how to handle a cock.  You dug it out of my pants almost like you knew what you were doing.  Get your hands used to touching and stroking a man’s cock.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I started to sort of explore it.  I stroked it like he said feeling the loose skin move on it until it got very hard and there was less loose skin.  I got both hands around it, pulling on it noticing he looked pleased.  I knew from boys talking what a handjob was, and I guess I was doing that. I touched it all over and even gently held his balls.  I watched his face, and he seemed to like me touching his thing more than his balls.  I have to admit, I was fascinated by it and being able to see it so close and touch it all over.

The tip looked like a toy soldier’s helmet, and right when I had my face very close to it and stroking a little droplet of clear liquid came out of his pee hole.  Something told me this wasn’t pee, but it wasn’t him cumming either.  I don’t know what came over me, but I stuck my tongue out and licked the drop off the tip.  I felt him shudder when I did that, and for some reason I was proud.

Not sure why, but right at that moment tasting that droplet from his thing, his cock, I just blurted out, “I don’t even know your name, and you don’t know mine.”

“You can call me Sir.  You might hear my name spoken by someone, but you will always call me Sir.  Do you understand?”
“Um yes. . . yes Sir.”

“As for you, you are my little bluebird and my whore.  Those are your names.”
I was about to tell him my name, but I got a bad feeling he would not be happy if I said it.

“My little bluebird, do you know why I also call you a whore, and my whore.”
I shook my head.

“It’s because you feel that word deeper than any other word I could call you.  I could call you slut, tramp, trollop and any number of nasty names for girls that so easily give themselves to men, but my little whore, that word ‘whore’ is the one you feel deep down inside you.  It’s the name that when you are called a whore, it makes you feel like a whore and it arouses you.  Tell me the truth, when I call you a whore, does it turn you on?”

What could I say?  I mean I knew it was true.  Because I knew it was true I whispered back to him, “Yes Sir.”
“Time to suck my cock little whore.”
“Yes Sir,” I said without hesitation and opened my mouth taking it in.

As I began sucking on it gripping it with my lips and swirling my tongue around it, I wondered why I was doing it so eagerly.  And why did I have that uncontrollable urge to taste that drop on the tip.  Those thoughts abruptly went away, because he began speaking again.  It was like a lecture in school, except he was telling me how to please him with my mouth.  Before, it was mostly him grabbing my head and forcing it, basically fucking my mouth.  This time it was all me doing the action, and trying to follow his instructions.

He talked about the gag reflex, and pushed my head down on it to show me.  I could feel my stomach heave, and I began choking on it until he let go of my head.  I already knew about gagging on it, but then he said girls could be trained to ignore it and not gag.  Trained?  I wasn’t sure I like the sound of being trained like a dog.  I then became really conscious of the collar around my neck and the leash in his hand, and began thinking I was being trained.  And while he wasn’t gripping my hair and forcing me, he was stroking my hair like he was petting a dog, like I was his pet.

During his instructions he said something I found hard to believe.  He said I could learn to take his entire thing in my mouth and even down my throat.  I didn’t believe him, but I wasn’t going to tell him that, not that I could anyway with my mouth so full.  All of this was going on for a while, and then I heard the door to the trailer open.

I tried to pull back to stop what I was doing, but that’s when his hands tightened in my hair and didn’t let me.  I heard myself sob in shame that someone had come in and was seeing me do this.  And then he, Sir, said, “Don’t you dare stop sucking my little bluebird whore.”

What else could I do?  I began moving my head again, and Sir relaxed his grip on my hair.  I could see that someone was standing next to us, and I was so humiliated at someone watching.  And then he sat down on the edge of the bed right next to us.  Glancing over, I could see it was the man from this morning with the camera.  I just wanted this over with, so I tried even harder to suck on Sir and ignore him.  I worked Sir hungrily into my mouth wanting to make him cum.  Mercifully, neither one of them spoke, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on what I was doing.  His hands were in my hair, and I knew he was close.  I felt him shake and knew this was it, and when it spurted, I was already swallowing.  I kept my eyes closed in shame and sucked on it a little more until it went a little soft, then I let it slip from my mouth.

I got yanked sideways by my hair and squealed in surprise my knees sliding on the floor.  And then in front of me was the other man’s thing sticking out and aimed at my face.  I didn’t even hear him open his pants.  I was shaking my head that I didn’t want to do it with him, but then Sir spoke, “He’s my partner.  I share everything with him.  Besides, he still has that movie and tells me he’ll get rid of it if you’re nice to him.”

I didn’t want to do it, but the movie did bother me a lot.  I was crying now, but we all knew I was going to do it.  With tears streaming down my face, I opened my mouth and took his thing inside and began sucking.  I could have told myself that Sir was sort of my boyfriend when it was just him, but now me doing it with another man really did make me a whore.  I let out a choking sob around his thing, but I didn’t stop sucking on it.

October 23, 2017, 10:25:59 PM
Reply #28

Offline mithrandirshadow

Great story

October 27, 2017, 10:25:30 AM
Reply #29

Online DirtySerenity

Lovin the story Jed