Note: The story takes place about two years before the events of the first. It is a sort of "origin story" before I continue with Jazzmyne's story.
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"Ohhh...Shit! FUCK!" I screamed in pleasure as the large truck driver continued to relentlessly fuck my tight asshole, sweat dripping down from my face. This complete stranger, whom I met a mere five minutes earlier, was already deep inside of me, ready to cum any moment and willing to pay at fifty bucks for it. I had gone to the store to buy some cigarettes for my boyfriend (and essentially, pimp) Madsen, but ended up being seduced by this guy and getting fucked- what a way to spend a 19th birthday.
"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" he announced, and he picked up speed, his balls slapping against my freshly pierced pussy.
"Gah! SHIT! Aggh!" I groaned, the pain and pleasure overtaking me. He slapped my tattooed asscheeks one more time, before he exploded deep inside my asshole.
"Aah! Aaah! Damn! Shit!" he yelled as he splurged his fresh, warm semen deep inside of me, filling me to the brim as some of the sticky substance even leaked from my hole. I groaned as he grew soft inside of me. My hands were shaking from the sex and from holding onto the dirty sink so hard. I was breathing heavily, recovering from the sex, as he pulled up his pants and buckled them. A knock on the door sounded as the gas station attendant inquired if everything was alright, and the truck driver said everything was fine. He unlocked the door, and before he left he brought in my face for a long, sloppy kiss.
I pulled up my shiny leggings and put on my leather jacket, started my car and headed back to the nearby neighborhood where I lived with Madsen. It was about a ten minute drive, but with my asshole burning it felt like nearly an hour before I drove into the pothole and weed ridden driveway of Madsen's tiny house. The house served as a crackhouse for the rest of the community, so there were always new people there, who sometimes even slept there for weeks before leaving.
Upon entering, the smell of freshly lit cigarettes, weed and street cut cocaine was strong all over the dilapidated house, and at least seven guys were strewn all over the floor and on the couch, most of them unconscious or half-conscious. One of the half-awake guys woke up suddenly, and murmured, "Heey, girl! Wanna fuck?" He grabbed my ass, and I slapped him away. "Fuck off" I replied.
I went to the bathroom to quickly change my sweaty clothes. I took off my leather jacket and my white v-neck shirt, as well as my shiny leggings and heels, and changed into a pair of patterned spandex capris and an older, more traditional, low-cut Indian shirt with some light-blue accents- an article of clothing indicative of my Indian heritage on my mother's side. The shirt had one sleeve, while the other side was sleeveless and shoulderless. The tightness of the shirt emphasized my large, D-cup breasts, my pierced nipples bleeding through the tight fabric. The shirt was also quite short, enough to reveal a great deal of my fit, tattooed belly with its belly piercing.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Madsen came in. He was a white guy of average build, not too muscular nor too lean. He was only slightly taller than me, and his body was riddled with tattoos. Having fucked with him before, his dick was, compared to other guys that have fucked me, was rather smaller than average. He was wearing a simple white tank top and sagged his jeans. He approached me, and gave me a deep, passionate kiss while his hand cupped my breast.
"I like how you look today, girl..." he muttered with a shaky voice. It was obvious he was high, especially from his breath. He gripped my breast slightly harder, and I winced. "My boys out there want a good fuck today... Think you can satisfy 'em... and me too?"
I was so tired from the anal sex I just had a mere half hour ago. But I couldn't get enough of the sex. So, I agreed, and quickly put on thick, red lipstick to make myself look at least somewhat decent for my audience. We went out to the small living room with the half-conscious druggies were beginning to wake up, their boners already visible.
"Why don't you start off with me, slut?" Madsen pulled down his jeans, revealing his long, hard cock. I slowly bent down, trying to seduce him slowly, but he was too horny for a little foreplay. He grabbed my hair, and shoved his dick into my awaiting, pouty mouth. My hand grabbed his hairy ballsack, and stroked his huge dick from there. The other druggies now stood up and, pulling their pants down, began to jack themselves off to me. Saliva began drooling from the corners of my lips and onto my chin, slowly dripping in stringy beads onto the wooden floor. I stroked slightly faster, and used my pierced tongue to swirl around his cock. Suddenly, another dick slapped against my face, and I let go of Madsen's dick to attend to this one.
