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[Author's Note: I have tried to find logical breaks in these diaries to begin and end the different chapters. It's not easy to do because I didn't write my journal thinking it would ever be read by the public. As a result, it might make it hard for new readers to follow along or for an avid reader to remember exactly what was going on when they read the last installment. This is Chapter 4 ... Chapter 3 ended abruptly, so for everyone's benefit I've duplicated the last little bit of it to keep the narrative flowing. Enjoy!] Diary Entry: February 2007 (Continued) I was freezing; my body shivering as I finally gave in to the weather and slumped against a brick wall, hugging myself to keep the wind and snow off of me. I closed my eyes, hoping that the sounds of the city would dissipate in my head. I was alone, homeless for a night, without any means and getting desperate. I searched my brain for a solution, thinking that maybe I could find an open bar or pub and find someone to give me shelter for the night. I picked myself up and walked to the corner just in time to see the lights of a nearby bar go dark. My tears started again. I tried to keep moving, to keep the blood flowing and to hopefully stumble across something or someone that would help me. I was in a shitty part of town and as I walked I passed two homeless men huddled into an alley away from the wind and snow. I thought there was a chance they could help me, guide me to a shelter, something. As I approached they perked up at the click-clack of my heels. I said hello and one of them screamed at me, telling me to go away, that my pussy was unclean. I turned and ran the best I could away from them and some sort of board or metal object just missed hitting me in the head as I turned out of the alley. I could still hear one screaming about my unclean pussy a block away. Is that what I am to everyone? Unclean? A prostitute? A whore? Am I a whore? I started to cry and cried the entire way back to the warmth of the hotel, back to room 319, back to Mark. I knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Mark called through the door. "It's me," I stammered through shivering teeth. I could feel his eye on me through the peephole. "Why are you here?" he shot back at me. "Please," I pleaded. "I need a place to stay." He opened the door, with the chain still on. "Listen," he whispered. "I want to have a good time with you tonight, bend you over and fuck that shemale pussy of yours. I have money. You can stay if you ..." he lowered his voice some more, "....are a hooker." The words hung in the air like toxic smoke. I could feel tears and fought them back with all of my might. I reached deep inside and gathered myself to say the words. "I am a hooker." Shortly after Mark was done fucking my ass, my phone rang. It was Jack. "I'm out front in the car." I got up off the bed and gathered what little belongings I had - my phone and my purse. I checked my face in the mirror. I was a mess; even waterproof mascara runs if you soak it with as many tears as I had that night. "Money's on the desk," I heard Mark utter. I walked over to it and stared at the $100 bill for a few seconds. Then I took it and put it in my purse. I was through the lobby and out the door of the hotel in a flash, stepping into Jack's waiting Acura, ready for battle. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I screamed. "You fucking leave me! You fucking left me there!" I punched him in the arm as he drove and the familiar tears rolled down my cheeks. "You fucking asshole!" I buried my head in my hands and wailed for a full five minutes before I could calm down. I was shivering, not from the cold anymore but from either rage or fright or shock or something. "Are you OK?" Jack asked me, sympathetically. "Why? Why did you leave me?" I pleaded. I needed to know. "I didn't leave you. I was there the whole time." "Don't!" I shouted. "Don't you fucking play games with me." "Listen to me," he said. Then he soothed, "Are you going to listen?" I was silent for a few minutes before my curiosity got the best of me. "Fine, I'll listen." There was no way anything he said was going to make a difference anyway. "You got through it," he said. "I know you're upset but you got through it." "Through what?" "Through the night. Through your ordeal. Listen, I know you're pissed at me and you probably have a right to be, but I took you out of your comfort zone and you got through it." "Fuck you," I said. "Fuck you and your comfort zone and your bullshit about doing me favors or anything like that. You're a fucking asshole. I could have died outside. I could have been raped. Beaten up." "But you weren't." "You don't know. You don't know what I went through." The memories of the night flashed through my brain; waiting for Jack, the voicemail on my friend's phones, Mark, the cold wind and snow, my unclean pussy, admitting I was the whore everyone thought I was ... and validating it by taking Mark's money. My ass was worth a hundred dollars. That's what I had sold it for. A measly hundred bucks. I buried my head into Jack's shoulder and cried some more. "Did you sleep with him?" Jack finally asked. "I had to," I answered. Wait - how the hell did he know? "Did he pay you?" "Why are you asking me this?" I questioned through a stuffy nose and wet eyes. My mascara had run onto the shoulder of Jack's shirt. I was a mess. "Just answer me for a second. Did he pay you?" "Yes." "Why?" he asked. "What the fuck does that mean, why?" I snorted. "I let him fuck me. I had no other choice." "You could have left it there. The money." "Whatever, Jack. I'm done with this, with all of this. Just take me home." We sat in silence for a long while. Ten minutes, fifteen, something like that. "You wanted to do what you did," he said, like a hard slap in the face. "You wanted it." "No I didn't." "You did, Kristy." "I had no other choice." "You wanted to do it," he came back with again. "I didn't. What else could I do? I tried to get out of it. You weren't there. You wouldn't answer. I thought you had left me!" I was getting upset now and I didn't like where this was going. "You had options. You could have called someone else." "I did! I did call. I didn't want this to happen!" I screamed. "You wanted this, Kristy. You wanted this whole thing to seem like it wasn't your idea, like it was against your will, like you needed to do it, but you didn't. You didn't need to." "I was outside, it was so cold," I was crying again now. "But you could have gone inside. You could have sat in the lobby and waited until a friend answered their phone or I answered mine. You could have gone to a police station or a train station to get away from the cold. You could have made your way to someplace safe." "No," I was balling now. "I had no other choice." "But you did. You did have a choice. And you made it. You went up there and you let a stranger fuck you for money." "No," I whimpered. "Because that's what you wanted to happen, because you love the thought of someone paying you for the privilege of fucking you because you were going to let them fuck you anyway." "No," I screamed. I was losing the battle, doubting myself. "Because you're a whore, Kristy. You're a hooker and a guy can have you if he has the money. You wanted this. You know you wanted this. And me not being there was the perfect excuse." I was balling, inconsolable. "No." I felt Jack lift and shift his weight and when I looked up at his eyes his were looking down. I followed them and realized he had slid his pants down to his knees. "No," I moaned. His cock was hard and flaring. We were going seventy miles an hour. New tears came flooding out of my eyes. "Admit it," he said to me. "Admit to me you're a dirty whore. Show me once and for all what I am saying is true. Admit it, the way a filthy slut would, the way you would - and the way you will from now on." He pulled a little bit of cocaine from the vial and dabbed it onto the head of his cock. "Admit it. You don't even need to say anything. Admit that your dirty cunt is for sale. You're a whore, Kristy, admit it. A fucking coke whore. Look at it; my cock and the little white treat for my slut. It's calling you. Admit it. Bow down to it." I was gone, beyond repair and broken. Everything seemed like it happened so fast. I didn't have a choice, did I? How had I ended up in Mark's room? Could I have called someone else? Maybe I did want it. Maybe I did. Jack's cock was hard and bobbing as we drove along. I stared at it, with its little scoop of powder on top. Haunting me. Taunting me. A totem of my weakness. My mouth watered and that sealed it. I had broken. I closed my eyes and licked my lips as the tears of acknowledgement poured down my face. Leaning forward I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking him in with every ounce of my being. Giving in to what I was. "That's it," he soothed. "That's my good girl." I sucked his cock to the root, deepthroating him and giving in to what I was. I licked him the length of his shaft, moaning into to his cock, worshipping it and begging for his cum with my mouth. I wanted it as fast I could get it out of him and he obliged soon after with a gift of five streams into my empty stomach. There wasn't anything to wipe away, I had taken it all. We drove most of the way after that in silence, making small talk and generally avoiding the subject. When I got home he got the door for me and watched me disappear into my apartment before driving off. I took a hot shower, climbed into bed and fell fast asleep. When I woke up I was still a hooker. That was the one thought I had before I opened my eyes. I replayed last night's scene in my head, thinking about what I had done, what Jack had said. Was it true? It was. It had happened. I was a whore. He called me later that day with his pitch. Given everything that happened, he said, he thought we should go forward with his plan, which wasn't basically that he was planning to pimp me out - he was definitely planning to pimp me out. Was I a whore? Really a whore? I would open my legs for money? I had already done that last night. Would it completely take my self esteem? Had it already? Would it raise it? Fuck. Guys would pay me to fuck me. They'd be clean. Did I really want to do this? Should I at least just try it again, on my terms? That's what I kept asking myself as he talked. Then I made a decision: "Just don't tell me you have to sample the merchandise." He laughed. We set it up for Friday and I thought we were all done. Then he told me he would be over just for a second that night - he had a present for me. I dolled myself up, hope-hope-hoping his present was Brad Pitt with a raging hard on and a penchant for shemales. It was just Jack. And his present. "Put this on." I took the heavily boned, royal blue corset and held it up. "It will help your shape. I want you wearing it all the time." All the time? Fuck. It took the two of us almost an hour to not only get it on right, but to make sure I could take it off and then put it back on and tighten it properly. Jack showed me how to cinch it down to the point that I could barely breathe. I couldn't argue with the results though. It gave me the hourglass shape I craved. "Total body control, Kristy. Mind over matter. Do not - DO NOT give in. I want you wearing this. It was expensive and I expect to see results. Hear me?" I nodded. Eventually I was able to move into a chair. Breathing was another matter. On Friday, it was arranged that we would meet in the room of a nearby hotel at 6:00PM so I could get ready. Jack claimed he had 3 guys set to come over for $150 a piece at 8, 9 and 10PM and that he figured his other inquiries would pay off as the night wore on and that I should expect anywhere from five to eight guys that night if I could handle it. Could I handle it? How the fuck should I know? I walked into the room on Friday straight from work, looking like the girly-boy I have to be at the office. "Jesus, we have got to do something about this Kristy. If you're going to be a sex bomb, be one." I didn't need that. This was going to be hard enough. I had brought two potential outfits with me, including the corset, plus some comfortable clothes to wear home once the night was over, but before I got into any of that, there was the little issue with the cocaine to be cleared up. I planned on hoarding my leftovers from these adventures and had left my hefty remnants at my house. "I'm going to need some of your delicious coke, Jack." I smiled. Jack smiled back and dropped an 8 ball on the table. "Will that get you through the night?" "We'll see." Then I hungrily chopped out 3 small lines, took out my straw and started the party. Jack decided he liked the all black look to compliment the corset - black Pleaser pumps with ankle straps (they're going to be up in the air a lot, so the straps are a good thing, he joked), black Frederick's of Hollywood fishnet thigh highs, the corset and black panties, black miniskirt (if you can call a 6" skirt a skirt) and my new dog collar/velvet choker. OK by me. He couldn't resist a dig though. "Kristy, we're going to need to suck that little layer of fat out of your stomach hon. We need you toned up perfectly, slut. Hit the gym or do another line or something. Are you wearing the corset?" "Every freaking day, Jack. As tight as I can get it. I sleep in it too." Fucking prick. How much skinnier can I be? I showered and shaved my body even though I have no hair and had very little stubble anyway. Then I proceeded to get dressed, taking my time to stop every little while for more blow and more wine. "Make sure you brush your teeth honey, that coke will give you nasty breath." "Doesn't matter," I shot back, gesturing to the corset. "I can't breathe in this thing anyway." He didn't smile. And I brushed my teeth. We sat from 7:45 to 8:15, chatting. I did some more coke and had another glass of wine. Then there was a knock on the door. Jack answered it and greeted "Frank" as if they were old friends. Frank came in and Jack introduced me. I smiled and then Frank hugged me. Jack offered him a beer, which he accepted and then he sat down at the table and did a line of coke. My coke. That's the kind of move Jack needs to put a stop to. I didn't say anything, preferring to wait until after my trick (did I just fucking write that?) had left. I did another small line too - I was jumpy at this point and needed to either cool it with the drugs or drink more to level off. Then we got to it. "One hundred and fifty?" Yes. He handed the money to Jack who counted it. Evidently it jived. "She's all yours." (Oh fuck). Frank took me by the hand and led me over to the bed. He kissed me, which I accepted, thoughts of Julia Roberts' no-kissing rule in Pretty Woman running through my head. "Are you gonna suck my dick now honey?" I sat down on the bed and looked up at him with innocent eyes. "I sure am." I reached for his belt and undid it before unbuttoning his pants and taking down his zipper. I pushed his pants and boxers to his knees as his already hard, 6" cock bobbed in front of my face. I looked up at him and licked my lips. Then I opened and took his sex into my mouth. "Oh yeah," he moaned. I ran my nails up his legs and encircled them around his balls as I gently tugged on them, while working his cock tip with my lips and tongue. Frank chuckled and said - "she gives good head, Jack. Good fucking head." I smiled up at him and resumed my sucking, this time using my right hand to gently stroke and pull on his shaft. I sucked him like this for another minute before he moved my face away from his rod. "Let me see that ass baby." "Do you want to fuck it," I cooed? "I sure do, honey." I rose from the bed and kissed him passionately on the lips before pulling away and turning around. Then I seductively stuck my ass out, flipped up my miniskirt and displayed my ass (his temporary ass) to him. He liked what he saw - "she's got a great ass, Jack." I hitched my thumbs into my panties, slid them down and stepped out of them. Then I stood up straight and circled my ass at him. "Lube's in the nightstand," I heard Jack say. "Why don't you get on the bed, baby," Frank said. "Give me a good view of that pussy." More doggie style I figured. Guys really like it doggie style. I did what he asked and felt the familiar cool grease being applied to my cunt. "Oh yeah, baby, fuck me with that stick, yeah, give it to me." I was thankful to feel him slide into me slowly, giving my pussy a chance to accept his dick. All I could think is that the second one would slide in much easier. Would the next in line know I had been just fucked? I suppose he would. He's paying for it (Jesus) he's going to know it's not my first time. Frank was taking his time with me, kissing my back and slowly working his cock in and out my lubed hole. I reached between my legs and found his balls, taking them in my hand and massaging them slowly. Then I tugged at them, my signal for him to pick up his pace and fuck me nice and hard. He moaned with delight and then I felt his hands on my hips as his rhythm began to quicken. "That's it baby. Fuck Kristy's tight hole. Yeah, give it to your slut. Give it to her." The sheet insanity of the situation wasn't lost on me. I was giving up my honeypot for money and any man that Jack set up for me, any man that walked through the door was going to have his way with me. I had little or no say. That's what being a whore is all about. They would come to the room and I would let them fuck me. I would suck their cocks; big or small, clean or dirty, it really didn't matter anymore. This is what I had become? With my college degree and a full time job? A hooker? Frank was fucking me hard and fast now, egged on by my cooing. "Fuck me baby, yeah." I whipped my hair around. He grunted through his teeth and I knew he was close. I wanted his seed, to know the job had been done right. "Yeah baby, yeah, give it me, give me all that juicy cum. Fuck that ass." I felt his cock spasm and he began shooting into me. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I screamed. "That's it baby." "Oh fuck," he moaned. He was still holding on to me, the diminishing waves of orgasm still pulsing through his body. "Oh fuck, Kristy that was so good." "Thank you baby." Frank slid his cock out of me and reached for his clothes. I looked at the clock. He had arrived around 8:20. It was now 8:47. One hundred and fifty dollars. He sat back down, did another line and had a sip of beer. Then he told Jack he would call him in a couple of days. And then he left. "See, easy." Jack was looking at me. I smiled, grabbed my panties and went into the bathroom to clean myself up and touch up my makeup. I had just taken money for sex - again - only this time I wasn't acting out of desperation or some deeply hidden desire. This time it was premeditated. My first real trick. I was a whore. These thoughts came blasting into my head as I tried to keep it together. I was able to, thankfully, and had just sat back down when there was a knock on the door. There would be no rest for the wicked. Adam was no more than 25, supposedly a friend of Jack's (apparently they all were friends of Jacks) and pretty cute. He was a talker and drank his whole beer before we got to it. The sex went the same way it had gone with Frank. I blew him and then he fucked me. Once I got him to stop talking to me and start touching me we had gone from a kiss to a blowjob to a fuck to him cumming in 12 minutes. One hundred and thirty dollars. It was 9:25. Jack asked me how I was holding up. I told him I was a little sore, nothing major. Inside I was a mess. Jack told me he had been working his phone and had a couple of guys that wanted to party around midnight, but the price wasn't high enough - two hundred for the two of them. He was going to keep working. Keith was next, arriving promptly at 10. He was in his mid-40's and overweight. I was not exactly thrilled with him. Overall he was pretty rough with me, pulling at my hair and slapping my ass. I'll always remember his fat fingers pinching my thighs as he was fucking me. Even his cock was fat, which was nice, but it was pretty stubby. He had given Jack $180 and he wanted to cum on my face for the extra. Fine, coat my face. I had had that done to me before, so I'll play along. He pulled out of me at the last second and I spun around, allowing him to angle his flaring dick at my eyes. Then I took the facial like any whore should - with a smile on her face. Thankfully the whole ordeal lasted about 30 minutes and no more. And that was it. Jack wanted me to wait for another trick late night, but I was pretty sore and elected to shut it down. We had pulled in $460 in about two and a half hours. I had the pinch marks and the sore ass to prove it. I gave him half for the hotel and a quarter of the take and was left with just under $270. Jack wasn't happy. "We'll need to do better, Kristy. I lost money tonight, honey. I want you to go home and think about what you can do to be better next time. And make sure you're wearing the corset. And stop fucking eating." When a guy says that to you; trust me, it's your cue to leave. It didn't sit very well with me, considering it was my ass that was getting fucked. I scraped the cocaine back into the baggie, put it into my purse, changed into a pair of sweats and was out the door without another word. End Diary Entry So there it is. My first series of organized tricks. I was so easily led and innocent. It seems crazy to use the word "innocent" considering the amount of dick I was getting and the fact that I was now getting paid for it. But innocent as a prostitute, a hooker - I didn't know what I was doing. I have to admit - the job suited me though. I had a lot of turmoil over it, but I genuinely think it was a defense mechanism to some degree. It was exciting and began to occupy my thoughts more and more. It actually helped my self esteem once I got over the hump and did it and got past the whole "she's a slut who gives it up money" thing. Later on it savaged me, but at the beginning it seemed like a challenge and I took to it exactly as one would given the situation. How sexy could I be? How much money could I make? I looked at it as if I was a model - I can't eat, I have a photo shoot coming up. Only for me it was, I can't eat, I have booked appointments coming up. I was out of my mind. Diary Entry: March 2007 I just got off the phone with Jack. The guy is really pretty classic. He's sticking to the whole "we need to do better" thing, which is fine, but I don't think he realizes that this is a lot more on me than it is on him. He basically needs to sit there and watch me have sex. Yes, he's doing the setup, which he claims is harder than it looks. Whatever. So he hit me with this challenge - next weekend, we book the room for two nights beginning Friday, that way we can go from Friday night through Sunday morning for just the extra cost of the room for a night. He also told me we should be interested in groups and parties, since multiple guys at once will pay more. I told him we needed more blowjobs, even if it meant less money per trick because I could suck cock all day long. He didn't agree, he said, because my ass costs more than my mouth and I need to condition it to be able to take dick after dick without a problem. He did say he would be stopping by tomorrow night (Tuesday) with more coke because he wants me to only eat salads, fruit and water for the next eleven days and the cocaine will keep me from being hungry. He also wants me to incorporate vigorous workouts into my routine. That's a major headache for me, because the gym is one of those places that is "iffy" when it comes to tgirls. I'll have to figure something out to help my girlish figure. I guess I'm fat in his eyes. I can't believe Jack wants me to be fucked for a whole weekend. That's impossible. I'll try it this time and if it's unbearable then I'll just call it. I'm not Superwoman. I'll need more clothes for the extra hotel room days. I think I'll try wearing less this time too. Just bring outfits or lingerie that are made for fucking. One of the guys got cum on my miniskirt last weekend. I'm not sure I can do this. End Diary Entry Diary Entry: March 2007 This is a battle of wills. My will. I've never been so tested in my life. It's like I'm in training for the Slut Olympics. I'm barely eating. I'm running three miles, agonizing through 300 stomach crunches a day and doing everything I can to get as much exercise as possible without actually joining a health club. I just don't think I'm quite passable yet for the gym and the whole locker room thing is t-r-i-c-k-y. I suppose I could just skip the locker room entirely by racing home to shower when I'm done. I don't know. Right now the running is my thing and it's working well. I can run as a girl and pass no sweat jogging down the road. I'm wearing the corset all the time too, even to work, which is a fucking hard thing to do without it being spotted. I'm weak from the lack of food from this stupid diet he wants me on. I may not make it to tomorrow night. I looked up my meals and I'm on a 450 calorie a day diet coupled with all of that exercise. It's literally nothing to eat except dry salad and yogurt. Thank god for the coke. If I don't write tomorrow, diary, wish me luck! End Diary Entry Diary Entry: March 2007 As I write this, I can barely move. It's Monday afternoon. I called in sick. I think I am sick, like really sick, as if my insides want to come out. I've never been so burnt, so tired, so sore and so melancholy. I'm becoming depravity personified. I don't know what to do. Just feels good to put paper to pen and recap the fucked up things that are happening to me. Feels sometimes like I'm writing a porno. I'm not trying to, this is just my life. [Author note: and it was readers - this is real.] I had agreed with Jack that I would have a go at his weekend idea. I wasn't certain if I could do it. I wasn't even certain I could spend that much time in one room. Fucking hell in a cell. When I left work on Friday at 4 I promised myself I would try and that if it didn't work, it didn't work. I also promised myself I would look long and hard at ever even trying it again whether it worked or not. I don't like to quit on things and my fear is that if I fail that I'll want another crack at it. I don't think that's a good idea. I also promised myself that I would eat something solid on Sunday. Salads and fruit and water and enemas for eleven days is not a good thing. Given that this is Monday, I will try and eat something today. I couldn't yesterday. I was too burnt and sore and fucked up. I arrived at the hotel on Friday just after 4:30. Jack had gotten there a few minutes before me. He was excited about the weekend he had planned so far and figured things would just pick up from there. He had two guys planned for Friday, one during the day on Saturday and three more that night. He was also excited about the fact that as the nights wore on and guys got drunker, he had put enough word out to some non- committals that those ships with drunken cocks would come in as well. He did at least tell me my body was looking good. Of course, that's what happens when you exercise twice a day and don't eat anything. No fucking shit I look good. I feel weak but I look good. Whatever. I opened a beer, figuring it would go to my head less than a glass of wine, as Jack began chopping apart an 8-ball. Then he looked at me and said, "Now listen - I know you're going to need this and I know you want it, you - we - just need to be careful that it doesn't go completely out of control. No overdoses. This is going to be a long weekend, so use your head." I'll need to use my head, because my ass will seemingly always be in use, was my joke. He didn't laugh. I did a few lines before disappearing into the shower. I had brought a big suitcase of clothes and cosmetics with me so I could be prepared for any occasion. I ran through my routine - showering, shaving, perfuming, hair, makeup, glitter for both my body and face, and dressing. I figured this was going to be a long weekend of sex, so I should keep the clothing choices skimpy and easily accessible to my money-making parts. I also promised myself that I was going to try and enjoy this and that my own satisfaction had to play a role. I needed release too. I chose a leopard print bikini pushup bra for my top and a pair of leopard print boy shorts that zipped up the sides for my bottoms so I could just unzip them and throw them on the floor once it got hot and heavy. Under the shorts I wore a tight black g-string to pull my clit snug and give me the right lines. And there I was for the first time with no cincher or corset. I felt a little self conscious, but if Jack thought I looked pretty good I had to be doing something right. I completed the outfit with jet black thigh highs with a seam up the back and black 5" pumps. I also wore my new Playboy Bunny anklet for the first time. And that was it. I figured less was more. Jack approved. He said my body was looking better, which I appreciated. "Keep wearing the corset. It's like training and you should be able to cinch it down more and more. But this look works for me without it. You've definitely lost weight." No fucking shit. Like 7 pounds or something. How could I not? I did another line of coke, splitting it between both nostrils, cracked another beer and waited. Jack kept telling me to pace myself on the coke and the cigarettes but it was hard because I was nervous. I needed my first cock to be in the door so I could let my natural instincts take over. Finally, just after 8:15 there was a knock. I'm going to try and catalog these guys to the best of my ability because it became a big blur as the weekend went along. Marty was first in. He was around 35, blonde and stocky. Decent enough guy and he definitely liked what he saw. The $150 in the envelope must have jived because Jack gave me the nod and we were off and running. He kissed me and I felt my body give in to him the way guys like it. Then he started to fondle my breasts through my bra. I unhooked it to give him better access and he suckled on my nipples for a few moments. So sexy and arousing. Yummy. "Do you want to take your clothes off, Marty?" He did ... and then he did, laying down on the bed and spreading his legs for me. I crawled between them and went to work with my mouth, taking him inside me and slicking his decent sized cock with my spit as he moaned with pleasure. Had this been any other time over the weekend, I would have taken advantage of his passive approach and just sucked him off and had him out of there, but I felt like I needed to push myself over the edge early on in the night. That way my openly sexual attitude would come out and I'd be a fuck machine, so I unzipped my bottoms and slid down my panties. Then I lubed my pussy while I continued to suck his cock. Finally I slathered his pole up nice and thick and slid my body up his until his hard 7" prick was probing at my pussy's entrance. Marty seemed glad I was taking control, so using my hand as a guide I worked his swollen cock into my hungry pussy, finally pressing down firm enough to drive him into me balls deep. I felt the electricity shoot through me and saw the white light flash before my eyes as my hungry ass stretched to take the intruder. Marty cried out in ecstasy as I moved in unison with his hips, undulating my body to his rhythm, the two of us joined together by his stiff rod deep inside me. I rocked back and forth on him for a minute before leveraging my 5" spiked heels into the sheets, straddling him and working the tip of his cock with my slick pussy. This was go time for me, a pre-planned finishing move to work the tip of his cock with my cunt opening, heightening his pleasure. He couldn't hold out much longer and within a few strokes he grunted and moaned and I sat down on him, taking his full length back into me to the hilt as he shot his load into me. I let him ride out his cum, leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. Then I climbed off his cock and off of him, leaving him naked and satisfied on the bed. I swayed my way into the bathroom to clean up a little, all ass sashaying on my 5" spiked heels, and heard him leave before I was through. Then I walked back out into the hotel room, put my panties back on and did another line. David had canceled on Jack while Marty was fucking me but the fat boy Keith from last week was on his way over. He had negotiated a reduced rate of $100 from Jack, which did not make me very happy. "You cut the rate for that guy? It's like we're desperate." "I'm just trying to fill time, Kristy. We need to keep them coming in and out." Keith was the worst of the bunch too. The thigh pincher with the stubby cock. I was not enjoying this. I zipped up my boy shorts, leaving my bra off and electing to go topless and waited for el fatso to arrive. He did about 20 minutes later and it fucking pissed me off to see him waving his lone hundred dollar bill at me. So rude. "OK baby. Let's fuck," he hissed as he finished a line of coke. Then he got up from the chair, grabbed me around the neck, dragged me over to the bed and through me down on it. Then he spit on me. "Let's go you fucking dirty whore. I bought you, so suck my cock, bitch." He grabbed my neck and pulled my head to his cock. I opened my mouth in submission and he stuffed his cock to the back of my mouth. I gagged twice before composing myself as he continued to insult me. "That's it you fucking cunt. Suck Keithy's dick you worthless tramp. Suck it. Oooh, suck it. Yeah." I sucked him for a while and he wasn't able to get fully erect. Finally, after working on his semi-rigid prick for about 10 minutes he was able to get hard and he immediately started pawing at my skin tight tap pants. I unzipped them, pulled my panties down and opened my ass for him, delighted only by the thought that some of Marty's cum was still sloshing around inside of me. Keith wanted it doggie style and only that way, so I lubed my hole, pressed my face down into the pillow and took what he had to give me. It took the fucker about 25 more minutes to cum and he was clumsy and stupid the whole time, slipping out of me on a couple of occasions before finally establishing some sort of rhythm and reaching his climax as he pinched my thighs again. That sex was the first time I felt on the losing end of the money. The other guys were all pretty decent human beings and fucked me good. Keith is an asshole, a bad lay and took forever. I wouldn't mind the rough stuff if it was coming from someone else. I wanted to cry. To top it all off he made a joke on his way out the door about whacking off in his car on the way over to make sure he got his money's worth. I was already a little sore and the weekend had just begun. I sat back down in my chair, naked save for my thigh highs and heels and did another line. I could feel the cum dripping out of me and any self- conscious pretense had clearly faded away. I had no problem sitting there - naked - with man-juice dripping out of me in front of Jack, who I had only met a few weeks ago. It was 9:50. "Good news, Kristy, I've got a group coming in around 10:30 for a party - three guys for six hundred bucks." The coke and the sex had begun to take their toll on me. When that happens, I'm extremely pliable, submissive and horny. I remember saying, sounds great Jack, I can't wait. I got up from my chair and made my way to the bathroom to clean up and retouch my makeup. Coming out of the bathroom I was already a bit of a wobbly mess. I hung in there though, and I don't think Jack noticed. Around 10:40, my party of three showed up. "Get the fuck out, that's a guy!" shouted one of them on the way in. They hooted and hollered. "Kristy, these are the guys," Jack said. They were Aaron, Brad and Dave, all around 30 and I could tell they were definitely rolling on coke too. We made some small talk and they were having a beer when Dave said something about putting me to work. They paid Jack, no problem, and he gave them the - she's all yours - and then Dave took out his cock and gestured me over to the bed. I licked my painted lips and crawled on my hands and knees to his cock, which I took down my throat in one swift motion, to the delight of the other two guys. They loved seeing my lips mashed up against his pubic root. Soon Dave was moaning with delight as I felt other hands feeling my ass and reaching between my legs to my clit. Holy shit, I can feel it, said one of them as they fumbled with the side zipper on my shorts. They wanted to see me naked, so I helped them with the zipper, stood up and pulled down my panties, taking the time to let the floss in my ass stick to my bottom for a moment before the fabric slid down my stocking clad legs. My clit bobbed in front of them. "I cannot fucking believe she's a dude!" they shouted to one another. "Fucking A!" "She's good and ready for you boys," Jack offered. They laid me down on the bed, just me in my stockings and heels and began to play with my nipples as Aaron moved to begin massaging my clit. It felt heavenly having that many hands and mouths on me and I am so glad I allowed myself to be taken in that way. I felt my legs being pressed to my chest as Aaron began to rim my pussy. Dave pressed his tongue down my throat as Brad fought for room to caress and lightly pinch my nipples. I caught a glimpse of Jack watching all of this and it turned me on even more. Aaron was a rimming expert and I could feel the hunger burning inside my cunt as the thought of the other two cocks I had taken that night filled my brain. Such dirty, dirty boys. I heard one of them say we should start fucking her and before long I felt the familiar grease on my ass as (I think) Brad slid into me. Being the third cock I'd had that night, he slid right into me and the familiar fullness in my bottom rushed back, bringing with it all of the same emotional and sexual bliss. I was on my back, staring at my nyloned legs and my 5" pumps, getting fucked by some young stud for money while his two buddies looked on in anticipation, six hundred cold steel dollars having paid for the privilege of fucking my plump and ready behind. Never had I felt so good. I was in a state of rapture as Brad's delicious cock drove in and out of me. Aaron had placed his cock near my mouth and I took him into me as I reached for Dave's hard shaft. I now had one in my ass, one in my mouth and one in my hand, the perfect portrait of t-slut whorishness. I was being taken like a harlot and I loved every minute. Brad was a skilled cocksman and I was soon in a full state of delirium, swooning from his attack as his stiff rod rubbed against my prostate on each thrust. I never wanted it to end and thankfully, he continued to drive his gorgeous cock into me long and hard while Aaron pulled out of my mouth and returned my favors, wrapping his lips around my clit while Dave moved to my breasts. I could feel my own climax building and resolved to make sure each of these giving, generous and gorgeous men were handsomely rewarded for making me feel so good. It didn't take my little clit long to reach oblivion under this type of assault and before long I was cumming inside Aaron's mouth, so thankful that he took me in like that and had the courage to swallow a tgirl hooker's sweet cream. They all switched places and now Dave was inside me and Brad was feeding me his cock - my first ass to mouth experience and I was thankful that I tasted sweet and glad the enemas and fruits had left my cunt awash in cleanliness and honey. Another barrier smashed. Aaron muscled his cock into my mouth as I continued to lick Brad, leaving me completely crammed by two cocks and gasping for air as Dave slammed into me with abandon. Seconds later he grunted and came deep inside my pussy. Brad was next to continue the pounding, fucking me long and deep and seemingly unconcerned that his cock was splashing into Dave's love juice with each thrust. His pole was long, slender and delicious. Aaron pulled his cock away from my hungry mouth, announcing that he wanted to make sure he didn't cum until he fucked me and that he wanted to do lines of coke off of me before he did so. A moment later Brad's orgasm began to build and he drove his hard cock into my prostate as my own orgasmic tide began to rise. I wanted it, wanted to cum with this man, this glorious man who was pounding me like the slut I am and I felt the buildup and release take me away as my clit leaked its watery prize and my body reveled in its sexual awakening. As I pitched and rode my orgasm it sent Brad over the edge and soon his hot seed was filling my open cunt to the brim with his slick man. I was a cum dumpster now, it was in me and on me and I was alive in the moment and running on pure sexual adrenaline. I felt their hands pull mine over my head. Then my legs were spread slightly as I felt the white powder being applied to my tits and pubic area. Moments later there were three hungry straws taking the powder off of my body. When they were finished, each one licked and sucked the powdery residue from their respective areas. Aaron insisted I do a line off of his cock before he fucked me, so more of their coke was produced and arranged on his dick as I crawled on my hands and knees over to his 8", coke coated monster. I blew the line and then sucked his cock into my mouth, feeling the numbness of the drug on my lips. Then he pushed me gently onto the bed and hoisted my legs over his shoulders before sliding into my gaping, cum slicked hole. I had my arms at my sides and pushed my bottom up against him on each inward thrust. I felt his hands take my clit and he began rubbing me in rhythm with his fucking. I was grateful for the time he spent on my sexual enjoyment and I swooned when I felt my love button nearing a third climax. I think I had a small one in my ass when Aaron reached his own dizzying cum and my head went completely numb from the buzzing of my orgasms - front and back. I rode out my own waves and let Aaron ride his crest until he finally pulled his shrinking cock from my cum drenched ass. Then they flipped me over and, in one of the hottest displays of male sexuality and confidence I have ever witnessed, each one lovingly laid out another line of their coke on my ass cheeks and inhaled it deeply into their noses just an inch or two from my spunk-filled, wide open pussy. I was delirious and awash in sexual fever. I could have gone on and on with them fucking me for days. The problem with cocaine, especially when you have a lot of it in your system and a lot of it at your disposal, is that it keeps you awake and keeps making you want more and more. That was the problem after my glorious threesome had left. I knew I should shut it down for the night. I wanted to. But it was just after midnight and Jack's phone was lighting up from texts and emails from party boys and drunks who wanted in on my action. I should have said no, but I just kept going. First it was Dan, then Steve, then Alex. Each had their way with me over the course of the next few hours. I believe it was Steve, the 40- ish nerdy type, who had a big, thick 9" cock and drove me to cum soaked delirium for the fourth (fifth?) time that night. Never had my pussy felt so open. At some time around 4 in the morning, I closed up shop on my cunt, showered and finally went to bed. My kitty had earned us over a grand in one night. The last thing I remember was Jack crawling into bed beside me. He told me I smelled like cum. On Saturday, Jack woke me up around 11 with a small line of cocaine. I had two hours to get ready for my first trick of the day. I showered and primped and then selected an outfit - a cherry red push up bra, matching g-string, a gray plaid school girl's skirt, black fishnet stockings and 5" cherry red fuck me pumps with ankle straps. I elected to go with a black and heavy amount of eye liner, black, gray and white shadow and painted my lips a fiery red before applying glitter to them, my hair and my body. It may have been an afternoon date, but I was painted up like 2AM. Gerry arrived promptly at 1. Jack had told me he thought it would be a regular suck and fuck for $150, but when Gerry got there he had other ideas. I learned this just after we were introduced. "Does she like water sports?" he asked Jack while still in my presence as if I didn't even exist. I suppose to him I didn't. I was a toy. Just an open hole. Nothing more. "She likes everything if the price is right." Jack smiled at me. "A real whore, then, huh? Is that what you are honey - a real whore?" "That's right, Gerry." "Tell me then. Tell me you're a whore. A cock whore - and by the looks of it a coke whore too." I couldn't bring myself to it, could I? Is that what I was? I stammered. Then the words came out. "I'm a whore Gerry. I'm a cock whore. And I'm a coke whore." "You'll do anything, won't you baby?" "I'll do anything for you honey," I cooed. "Feed her Jack. Feed her the fucking coke so she can feel whole again." Jack grabbed the coke and got to his feet. "Wait one second," Gerry said. He reached for the CD case Jack had been chopping line on since the weekend started. He placed it on the floor. "Let me do it." Gerry placed the CD case and the coke on the floor. "Get on your knees you fucking bitch." I dropped to my knees as Gerry chopped out 3 huge lines on the case. He put it on the floor in front of me and handed me the straw. The lines were barely chopped and full of rocks. "This one," he said, pointing at it. I hesitated, staring at the lines. Is this what I have become? "Do it bitch, feed the fucking dragon. It's all you're good for." I was on my hands and knees, staring at the coke, my insides at a rolling boil over what to do. Give in. Give in. Be what they want. It's what you want. I wanted the degradation. I leaned over and did half the line with my right nostril and the other half with my left. It was massive and my nose felt of fire. "That's a good little coke whore. Now this one." I did the second in blind, silent humiliation. I was a whore. Nothing more. My nose was running. I hoped it wasn't blood. "Jesus Gerry," said Jack. "Don't kill her." "Nah, little faggot bitch like Kristy. Little fucking coke whore, she loves it - don't you whore?" I managed to whimper out a "yes." The coke was burning in my nose, burning into my brain. "Now this one." I bore down, my head on the carpet and did the third. I sniffed and snuffed it all in but couldn't manage to keep the mucus from running out of my nose. Still on my hands and knees I looked up at Gerry, the snot running into my mouth. I was completely degraded. "That's a good little fuck slut. Show me those fucking tits, girl." My mind was whirling. I was on overload. "Hold on," Jack stepped in. "I need three hundred and then you can have your way with her." My brain was foggy from the huge influx of drugs into my system. I hadn't eaten anything and was living on alcohol and cocaine. Did he just barter my ass for $300 or was there more to it? Gerry slapped the money down. "Now let me see those tits." I took off my bra and he began to rub my nipples, pinching them to an erect state. "Take off that fucking skirt." I did. "And the panties too you fucking slut." I did. I was. I am. I handed the panties to Gerry. He used them to wipe my nose. Then he stuffed them into my mouth. "Little fucking boy clitty, probably can't even get hard anymore," Gerry sneered. "Tell you what, you fucking cunt. If you can get that little fucking thing hard, I'll skip the sex and just leave you the money. If not, well, you're fucking mine and three hundred won't even come close. Rub that fucking little dick for me, you slut, rub it till it's hard and make it spunk. You have two minutes." I didn't know what to do. I looked at Jack but he was no help. There I was, in thigh highs and heels on my knees in front of this man, this terrible man, my little clit a mess from all the drugs and hormones and sex and alcohol. "Go ahead you fucking whore. Rub it. Get it hard for me. I bet you can't," he sneered. "A bitch like you can only get hard with a dick in your ass. You fucking need this," he was grabbing at the front of his pants. I began to rub and pull at my clit. It was only about an inch long at this point, shrunken from fear and shriveled from the drugs. "Rub it baby, that's right, you little fucking twink. Baby can't even get hard anymore." I began furiously pulling at my cockette, but it just wouldn't grow. I began to cry. "There it is. There's the tears. Little fucking faggot just wants a real man all day because she's not one anymore. Cry for me you fucking slut." The tears were streaming down my face as I tugged at my little clit. Nothing was going to work. "Time!" Gerry called. "Dumb slut." Then he unzipped his pants and stuck his dick into my face. "Now suck me, bitch." I opened up for him, thankful that I was sucking a cock and hoping the degradation had stopped. I was wrong. "That's it Kristy. Good bitch. Such a good little whore with your painted lips wrapped around my cock. Tell me you like my cock baby." "I lub you cock," I mumbled with his dick in my mouth. I was on my knees in my stockings and heels sucking Gerry for all he was worth when he stopped me, lifted me up and put me on the bed. "Open those legs and let me see that fucking hole." I got on my hands and knees, pushed my face into a pillow, reached back and opened myself to him, spreading my cheeks with the fingers on my right hand. "Look at that open cunt. How many cocks have you had inside you, girl. Have you had lots of cocks, slut?" "Yes sir," I warbled through fresh tears. "I've had lots of cocks in me." "I like that. Sir. You should keep calling me sir." He slapped my ass. Then I felt the cooling, seductive grease on my asshole and Gerry drove into me with one massive thrust. I cried out but he didn't care. He fucked me hard and deep, with aggression and without concern for my own pleasure. He was using me. Using his whore, fucking me deep, sawing against my prostate with each thrust. My head swam. I rode out the storm, digging my 5" spikes into the sides of his legs. Gerry took his hands off my hips and began to slap violently at my ass and sides with every stroke, pounding into me for all it was worth, ramming into my prostate as my pussy reached its peak and my clit began to betray me by spraying its watery milk with each violent thrust. "Fuck you," my head screamed. "Stop cumming. Stop the squirting. Do not give into this man!" But I had. I had given in to his will. He owned me until he was done with me. I could feel my little cockette continuing to spray, continuing to betray me as the tears rolled down my face. "What a fucking slut you are," Gerry sneered. "You fucking like it." "No," I breathed through clenched teeth. "No, I don't" "Yeah? Then what is this then, huh?" Gerry had rubbed his hand over the sheets and was smearing my cum on my face. "What is this?" He grabbed at my cockette as the streams continued to be fucked out of me with each thrust. He collected it in his hand as another orgasm took me. "What is this then, you fucking whore?" he taunted as he stuck his hand into my mouth, feeding me my own cum. I wanted to bite him, I really did, but I was beaten. He had beaten me and I had accepted my fate and would have done anything he wanted. I could feel him hardening inside me to the breaking point, that little extra size that only a cock about to burst gets. Soon he had his hands back on my hips and was railing into me with all his might. "I'm going to cum on your face you little fucking cunt. I'm going to cum all over that whore face. When I tell you, you spin around and take it like a fucking slut." He drove into me a few more times before he gave the word and pulled out. I spun around as he had commanded and he angled his massive cock head at me. After 2 quick strokes of his hand, a steady stream of cum came roping out of his dick as he gasped in ecstasy. Each stream covered different areas of my face as some splashed into my eyes, others onto my nose and some onto my lips. Then he pushed the back of my head forward, I instinctively opened my mouth and he rammed his dick down my throat. "Clean that fucking dick," he said as I licked it, gasping for air, my nose running down my face, mixing with his cum. He got off the bed in an instant and grabbed my arm roughly to follow him into the bathroom. He whipped the shower curtain back and threw me into the tub. "Get on your fucking knees, bitch." I did as he commanded, still breathing heavy from the intense fucking he had given me. Now I was in the bathtub on my knees as he again angled his cock towards my face. I should have put it all together and known what was coming from a million miles away. But the drugs and the insanity of the weekend had taken my senses away and it finally dawned on me too late. "No!" I cried. "No, please." "Fucking beg me you cunt. Now hold your breath." "No please!" "Beg me," he shouted. "Please!" "Hold your fucking breath, cunt!" I did as he commanded and a second later the urine began splashing onto me, coating my already cum soaked face. He pissed all over me; my face, my hair, my tits, my clit, and it all pooled and then ran down the shower drain. Even my stockings and heels were wet. When Gerry was done he told me to open my eyes. I did, to find him looking down and smiling at me. "Beautiful," he said. "Just like a whore should look. Now that was some fucking sex," he said, to no one in particular. I smiled. I can't believe it, but I smiled. This man had just degraded me worse than anyone ever before and for a time I smiled at him. Satisfy the client. I was a fucking whore. I was everything he called me. He walked out of the bathroom. Once alone, I curled up for a moment in the pee soaked tub. It was gross. I was gross. But I needed a moment. I heard him talking to Jack. On his way out he stopped to say goodbye, smiling at my fetal position in the spot of his golden shower. The he left, done using me and now throwing me away. I couldn't even face Jack after what had just happened, so I took my heels off and slid my pee-soaked thigh highs down and turned on the shower water. Jack came in a few minutes later. "Are you OK?" "Yeah. I'm fine." "I had a trick that wanted to come in at 2, that's 10 minutes from now. But I told him we could do 3:30 and he agreed. Oh, and Gerry left an extra hundred because he thought he might have ruined your shoes." Then he turned and left. If I was an amateur whore yesterday, it was clear I was a pro today. I had been fucked silly by countless guys and the last one had just pissed all over me ... and now I had a 3:30? I finished my shower and stepped out, looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep. I looked like hell. The emotional toll of what had just happened hit me like a freight train. I slumped against the counter and began to cry again. I'm a whore. Guys fuck me for money and it is clear I will do whatever they tell me to do. I have no limits. I couldn't get that thought out of my head. Do I have no limits? I cried so hard I made no sound. I broke. Ten minutes later I pulled myself up, dried off and wrapped a towel around my head. I'd need my other identical wig since the first one was covered in piss. I could do this. I had to do this. I had to see the weekend through. The shower caused me to basically have to start from scratch, so I darkened my eyes again and plumped my lips. Then I started the assembly line of trashy slut clothing again. I went with a matching set of electric blue bra and g-string and put a pair of electric blue boy short panties over the g-string. I finished it off with a strappy pair of 4" Bandolino stilettos. I left my legs bare and brought them (and the rest of me) to a shine with baby oil. By 3:05 I was done and back at the table waiting for my next dick. Chris, my 3:30 was early, no surprise considering he wanted to be there at 2, so by 3:15 I was laying on the bed while he fucked my face with his stiff 7" cock. Clearly the time he spent waiting had really brought his juices to a boil, because he pulled my face off of his cock and then slung my legs (heels still on) over his shoulders, lubed his dick and fucked me for about three minutes before blowing his load inside my cunt. He was in and out in less than 20 minutes. The pain from Gerry's treatment and all of my realizations slammed into me again. I felt the tears well up and I willed them back, the battle raging inside of me. I would be OK. I had to be OK. A tgirl's life is not for the faint of heart, so to be a tgirl hooker required a special set of uterus that I needed to show itself right then. I had to get back on top of my emotions. I cleaned the cum out of my ass the best I could without having to take another shower, put my panties and boy shorts back on and waited for my next assignment. Jack told me the schedule was clear until 7 and that I should rest. I couldn't. The drugs would see to that. Jack had to run out so he left me alone with the coke and the booze, telling me on his way out the door that my 7:00 was a t-girl and her boyfriend, and the guy was interested in watching us use a double together, so Jack was on his way to get one. Good by me. I'd take the dildo in my cunt. I'd do the work. Fucking Jack, all he does is sit at the desk with his phone and his computer negotiating with guys for the right to fuck my pussy. Whatever. I was glad for the break. By the time Jack got back I was completely fucked up from the drugs. I had had at least 5 more lines and several beers. I hadn't eaten. He claims I offered to let him fuck me. I don't remember that. He said I was basically overdosing on coke at this point, not in a you're-going- to-die way, but in a you've-done-too-much-and-now-your-brain-is-fucked way. I do remember most of my 7:00 appointment. I was wearing my blue boy shorts and bra with a pair of 5" clear stilettos. The tgirl, Allison, was pretty, not gorgeous, but certainly pretty, while her boyfriend Charles was one of those stocky types. He wasn't a bad guy. For $250 he wanted Allison and I to do as he said. Fine by me. She took off her clothes without much prompting - she was flat-chested but smooth and pretty soft. I was OK with her body. He wanted Allison to peel my clothes off, which she did, and made sure we each left our heels on. Then he wanted us to 69 for a little while. We kissed for a few moments and I could tell she was nervous, but by the time we curled up on the bed and I took her clit in my mouth, she began to relax and just go with the feelings. I was so completely fucked up at this point from the sex and the drugs that I just let my body and mind drift. I sucked her clit and soon I looked over and Charles was rubbing his cock on us. We switched positions and began to both work on his stiff shaft, sharing it between our mouths. Then he wanted us to use the double, so we both lubed up and while Allison was staring at Charles through passionate eyes, I was staring right at Jack as one half of the double sided monster slid into my pussy. I stared at him because I wanted him to see what I was becoming. It was like a cry for help. I was fucked up, my nose running from all the coke that I had done, while random dick after dick plowed into me. Allison and I each fucked into the double for a few minutes before Charles demanded we each take it all the way in. I give Allison credit, she was a trooper. We each bore down and before long all 20" of the monster was either inside her or inside me. "That's it girls, grind those crotches." I began to move my hips in a circle, grinding my cockette and pussy into Allison as she pushed back against me. I moaned out through gritted teeth as my clit came alive. The dildo was huge inside of me. The two of us were hard and Charles began rubbing our clits, sometimes mashing them together and jerking them with one hand. It felt divine and my head swam. "That's it, you dirty sluts." "Yeah," I cooed. "I'm a dirty fucking slut. Oooh." Charles gripped our girlish cocks in each hand and began to piston them up and down as I rammed my ass against Allison, straining for every last inch of the dildo. She was clenched on it and I used that leverage to work my pussy up and down on the 20" monster as best I could. "Oh baby, yeah. Oh fuck. Oh honey fuck, yeah that feels so good," I cried. Allison began to spurt as Charles' hands continued their assault. I could feel the warm cum spattering all over and soon my body was awash in my own clitoral orgasm as the warmness rushed through me and the watery liquid from my cockette let go. Charles was not finished with us. He made Allison and I kiss for a few moments before he lined us up on the bed, facing the headboard, ass up and face down, offering our gaping holes to his cock. By now my pussy was gaping. No lube was needed after the dildo and he slammed his stiff meat into me with one shove, fucking me fast and hard for about 30 seconds before he took his cock from me and plunged it into Allison. He repeated the process again, driving deep into my backside for all he was worth as Allison mewled and waited for her next turn. She got it soon enough and before long Charles was cumming deep inside his girl's ass, lost in euphoric bliss. Once he came to, he told me to lick his cum from Allison's love bucket. I gently tongued her delicate pussy full of his musky load for about 5 minutes. Then they were gone. And so on and on it went. Gary, Chris, another Chris and Ronny, who had a cock that was at least 10" long, pounding into me deep into the night. More lines, more drinks. I couldn't sleep Saturday night and finally fell asleep early Sunday morning. By then we needed to check out in a few hours so there was no rest for me. The room was a wreck. I was a wreck. I hadn't left it in 40 hours. It smelled of sex and cum and sweat. The towels were soaked and caked with makeup and cum. None of them could possibly be ever used again. Just the eye shadow and mascara alone had smeared them black all over. After paying Jack for the room I walked away with over seventeen hundred dollars. I had had 15 different cocks inside of me. End Diary Entry Fucked up stuff. At that point, I was pretty much gone. You can't cram that much decadence, let alone that many cocks, into a weekend and then just go back to a normal routine. As I read my journal entries following that experience, it was clear that I was trying to do just that. I went back to work on Tuesday, still without having had any solid food. I was shaking and weak. It's like my brain couldn't switch off and my body was paying the price. My nose was a mess from all the coke. My legs were bruised. My tits hurt. My whole body was sore. Diary Entry: April 2007 Jack cal