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by expatinparadise
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This is a work of fiction. This story involves an innocent young woman losing her virginity when she is seduced by a stranger in a strange city. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman's skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

When I was a senior in high school, I was having a lot of problems at home. My stepdad was getting drunk almost every night and hitting both my mom and me. I knew it was only a matter of time before he hurt or killed me. My mom simply justified everything he did and wouldn't listen to anything said against him or his bad behavior. I was tired of it, and there was no way things were going to get any better as long as we lived with him.

So, I took what money I had and could borrow, and rode the Greyhound west to San Francisco. When I got there, I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I had no money left. I sat in the bus station for a while until they kicked me out, and then I spent one of the scariest nights of my life trying to sleep in a box in the back of an alley. It was the scariest night I ever had. Drunk guys kept trying to get into the box with me.

By the end of next day, I hadn't eaten in almost three days, and I was just hanging out on the sidewalk in front of the bus station, when a middle-aged black man came up to me, and asked if I was hungry. I was starved, and he offered to buy me some dinner. I accepted. I was too hungry to do otherwise.

He took my bag, and we walked several blocks away to a burger place, and he told me to get whatever I wanted. I had like three hamburgers, fries and a chocolate shake. I think he ordered a hamburger for himself. We sat in the dining area while I ate, and we talked. He introduced himself as Bo. After a while, he asked me where I was staying, and if I had any money.

I didn't see any reason to lie, and I told him I was broke and had no place to go. That was when Bo offered me a place to sleep. I had been so scared in the alley the night before that I gladly accepted. When I finished my food, we walked a few blocks, got into his car, and drove many blocks away to his place. When we got into his apartment, he got us each a beer, which was my first ever, and we talked in his living room for a while. He seemed to understand me, and it seemed I talked for hours. I don't know how many beers I had, but it was a lot and I was getting very sleepy, so I asked him where he wanted me to sleep.

He told me he would give me his bed, and that he would sleep on the loveseat. I argued, but he was insistent, so I went into the bedroom to go to sleep. I thought he must have been the kindest man in the world. I brushed my teeth, got my nightgown on (one of the few things I had with me), and went to bed. I was barely in the bed when he knocked on the bedroom door. He told me there was only one bathroom in the apartment, so he would have to come through. He went into the bathroom and showered and whatever.

When he came out of the bathroom, he was only wearing a towel around his waist and carrying his clothes in his hand. He wished me goodnight, and went in the other room. I woke up sometime later when it was dark, and he had his hand on my shoulder.

He said that the loveseat in the living room wasn't going to work for sleeping, and would I mind awfully if he slept in the bed with me. I was really groggy from the beer (and whatever else he had put in it... it turned out that Bo was also a drug dealer), and I didn't understand too well, but I said OK. He got into bed behind me. I was curled up on my side and he was kind of spooned in behind me. Then he put his hand on my waist, but it didn't move and I quickly went back to sleep.

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I woke again sometime during the night, and realized my nightgown was gone, that I was on my back and he was above me sucking my little breasts and kneeling between my legs. His hand was on my pussy, and he was making me very wet. When I stirred, he said he had been wondering when I would wake up, and that he hoped that I didn't mind him making me feel good.

What was I going to do? I was in a strange city, didn't know where I was, and this man had taken me in and fed me. So, I finally told him, "It's OK." Besides, I just wanted to go back to sleep. I was feeling dazed and sleepy. I had never felt as dizzy as I did then.

Bo continued with what he was doing for a few more minutes, and then he slid down my body until he was kissing my pussy. This was like a dream. I had never been kissed on the mouth by a boy, let alone had a boy kiss my pussy, and it sent waves of pleasure through my body. He found my clit and started sucking it until I was moaning in pleasure.

"Oh my God," I cried as he licked and sucked my clitoris.

I was almost ready to cum, and I didn't want him to ever stop. He did stop though, and he slid back up to my tits again to suck me as he continued to rub my pussy. Only this time he wasn't fingering my pussy. Instead, he was sliding the head of his cock along my pussy and across my clit over and over again. A minute of that and I was cumming. I was having trouble breathing, and my mind was fuzzy (beyond just the sleepy, dazed feeling).

Then I felt his cock start to push quickly into my pussy. I begged him to stop, but he sounded hurt, that I would take my pleasure and not allow him his. He asked if he wasn't good enough for me. What could I do? I just told him, "Yes, you are good enough for me," and then he thrust his cock the rest of the way into me. There was pain, but I also still felt dizzy and totally filled and stretched inside.

I gasped and then cried as his hard cock was forced into me, and after it was all the way in, he looked down and asked if I had been a virgin. I answered yes, and he said that he was now my man, and started kissing me all over. I was confused, but I suddenly felt so close to this man who had his huge cock so deep inside of me. My legs were splayed wide apart underneath his weight.

His cock started making small strokes inside my pussy, and soon my own hips were matching his rhythm. Again, it was like something from a dream (except it wasn't). The strokes got longer and longer until he was almost coming out of me and driving all the way in until his cock hit bottom inside of me. This went on for quite a while, and I was in ecstasy. He kept telling me over and over again that I belonged to him now, and finally he shoved all the way in and held his cock deep inside me as he shot load after load of his seed deep into my womb.

I didn't cum with his cock inside of me, but I felt good and I could feel his warm sperm being pumped deep inside of me. He lay there on top of me for a while, and then showered me with kisses and asked me if I loved him. I told him that I did. He had been the kindest man I had ever met, and now we were connected completely, both physically and emotionally. I didn't understand what had just happened to me, but I knew my life had changed forever.

When I awoke in the morning, he was standing beside the bed with a breakfast tray, and I was sure I was in love with him. He was fucking me day and night for the next couple of weeks and treating me very well, but then things started to change. He said that I wasn't pulling my share and that he owed some guys money that he didn't have. He asked if I could get him out of a scrape so they didn't have their thugs break his legs.

I said I would do whatever he asked and that night he brought an older Chinese guy into the bedroom where I was naked in the bed. I hadn't expected anyone but Bo, so I didn't have anything on under the covers. Bo said this was one of the guys he was telling me about and that I should do whatever the guy wanted and however he wanted it.

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Bo left and this guy quickly got undressed and got in bed with me. I was shocked and tried to cover myself. He pulled me under him, spread my legs with his knees and proceeded to push his cock into me. He only lasted about five minutes before he came in me. I was protesting the whole time. Then the guy got dressed again and left. I was so confused, but Bo came in and told me that I was saving his life and that we would be happy because of it.

Then he said there were only a few more men tonight and it would be over. I had just turned my first trick, but I didn't realize it yet. Bo gave me a beer (which was probably laced with drugs), and it calmed me down a lot. He told me to clean up in the bathroom and get back into bed. He actually showed me how to clean myself internally.

Then, when I got back on the bed, Bo ushered several more Chinese guys (one at a time) into the room and gave me the same instructions each time. Of course, I didn't struggle with any of the guys after the first. I just resigned myself to what was happening to me. When the last guy left that night, Bo got in bed with me and fucked me hard and then held me tight the rest of the night. I still believed he loved me at that point.

Soon Bo was bringing 8 to 10 guys a night into the room to fuck me, and it didn't end. I asked him how many guys he owed money to and he slapped me and told me to never mouth off to him again. It really hurt, so I kept quiet and just did what he told me to do. I had already suffered physical abuse at the hands of my step father, and I didn't want to go through it again.

After every trick, at Bo's instructions, I would use an enema bag to flush my pussy out thoroughly with a vinegar and water solution, so the last customers' cum wouldn't be in me for the next guy. Then I would change the towel on the bed so there wouldn't be a wet spot on the sheet. All of the guys were Chinese men, mostly older. Most of them lasted for five minutes or less. That went on for a month with more customers each night until I was being fucked over twenty times a night.

Then, one day Bo told me that he wanted me to move in with some other girls who were working for him. Amazingly, I still thought he loved me because up until then he was sleeping with me after the customers were gone. He took me to buy some sexy negligees and then took me to another apartment, where I met five other girls who worked for Bo.

There were three bedrooms with queen-sized beds. I thought this was luxury until I realized that the big beds were there so we could service more Chinese customers. We mostly slept in the living room on the couches so we could be ready for customers when they came to the door...and they came at all hours in the day and night. Joey, who was Bo's assistant, took their money and then let them pick which girl they wanted. Then we led them into an empty bedroom, took off our clothes and got fucked. Then we would clean up in the bathroom and get ready for the next customer.

The youngest girls always got chosen the most, and I hardly ever got much sleep the first two years I was there. Clothes, food and necessities were brought to us and we never left the apartment. From time to time, Bo would bring another new girl to the apartment that I supposed he got in the same manner that he got me.

By then I knew I was nothing but a whore. Also, every once in a while, one of the girls would leave and we would never see her again. I was there for over five years until I started getting sick all the time, so the Chinese customers didn't want me anymore. I was also too old because I was now almost 24 and worn out. The Chinese customers almost always wanted younger girls and seldom chose me anymore.

One night, I was extremely sick and Bo told me he was taking me to the hospital in his car, but instead we drove a several miles to a neighboring city, and he told me to get out on the street. I had no idea where I was and I told him, "No. Take me to the hospital." That was a mistake. He came around the car, pulled me out by my hair, beat me up and threw me onto the street with nothing but the clothes I was wearing.

He told me that if I ever implicated him or any of his people that he would have me and my family killed. Then he held a gun to my head and asked me if I understood. I said, "Yes." I figured he knew exactly where my family lived because I had told him in those first few days, so I had no reason to believe he wouldn't do it or have it done. I was alone and on my own, but I felt lucky to be out and alive.

I now have a job and support myself. I never got any money (or even handled any money) from the time I was one of Bo's girls, so I had to start all over when he threw me out. I don't drink or use drugs (though it was difficult to break the addiction. I belong to AA and have come to realize that I have an addictive personality, so I know that the temptation to go back will always be there. I haven't been able to find my mother or anyone who knows where she went, so maybe she will never be in any danger from Bo and his people, since it is unlikely that they could find her.

I don't think I will ever be completely OK. I know that it is likely that no good man will ever want me to be his wife because of my years in prostitution and the STDs and bad habits I acquired along the way. I do know now that not everyone who helps you is necessarily your friend. I do have hope that things can be better.

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