Uncle Mike’s New Slut
March 9, 2008
All my life it’d just been Uncle Mike and me. According to the story I was told, my parents were lovers, my mother got pregnant, and when I was born she dumped me with her brother, Uncle Mike, and disappeared. Uncle Mike doesn’t know that I know the full story. My dad was 25 and working at my mother’s high school. He’s a builder and they were building a new library and swimming pool. She was an 18-year old cheerleader and he seduced her and took her virginity behind some bushes next to the teachers’ car park. By the time I was 18 years old I was also a cheerleader. I went to the same school that she went to and Uncle Mike’s construction company has added more buildings to it since I was born. I’d seen photos of my mother at school, but I’d never met her. As far as I knew, she ran away with some gambler-drunk after I was born.
Uncle Mike had never married. He always said that I was the only woman in his life. Well, that might be an exaggeration because at nearly 44 years of age he was a good looking guy and I’d lost count of how many girlfriends he’d had. He liked them young. I don’t think I’d seen him with any woman over the age of 25, and most of them seemed to be around 20. He didn’t seem to have a specific “type” that he went for, other than the fact that they were young, wore skimpy outfits and enjoyed sex – sluts, in other words. He built our house so that he and I had one wing each, at opposite ends of the house. But even with the kitchen, his study, the family room, the living room and the dining room between us, some nights I could still hear him fucking women he’d picked up in various places.
Not too long after my 18th birthday I was hungry for a midnight snack and walked into the kitchen to find Uncle Mike having his cock sucked by a girl who used to be a year above me in school. They couldn’t see me so I lingered in the doorway for a long time, curiously watching this girl sucking my Uncle Mike’s cock. She looked as though she knew exactly what she was doing. Uncle Mike’s cock looked huge to me, but she still managed to get all of it inside her mouth. When he came, he squirted his milky cum all over her face and tits. Then they disappeared to his bedroom and I spent the next hour listening to them fucking. By the sounds of her moans, Uncle Mike must be very good in bed.
I returned to my bed with my pussy on fire. I’d been masturbating for some time by then, but I’d never done the real thing. My friends and I had watched some porn movies and looked up pictures on the Internet so I knew what fucking looked like and what I was supposed to do and have done to me. One by one, my friends had lost their virginities, but I still hadn’t done it. Much as Uncle Mike loved to bring home and fuck sluts, he had strict rules for me to follow and he made sure I never broke my curfew and he scared the living daylights out of all of my dates before letting them take me out.
One day I came home from school, still wearing my school uniform outfit, and Uncle Mike was drinking coffee with two business associates in the kitchen. I kissed Uncle Mike, the way I always do, and said hello to the two men. I could see their eyes slowly taking in every aspect of my body. My long legs were completely on show with the short skirt and the tight top didn’t leave much to the imagination when it came to my c-cup tits. My school uniform is one piece so it doesn’t show my midriff, but it’s so tight that it was obvious that I have a slim waist and flat stomach.
Uncle Mike could also see the two men’s looks and scowled at them before telling me to go do my homework. I was about to tell him that it was Friday and I had no homework, but one look from Uncle Mike made me go to my bedroom. I sat and sulked for a while. I loved the way men looked at me when I was dressed in my cheerleading uniform, the only time I got to wear such tight and revealing clothes. I wanted them to look at me, desire me, and touch me. Life was so unfair. Uncle Mike fucked every slut he could find, but I was still a virgin and I didn’t want to be. I was horny. I wanted a cock inside me.
When Uncle Mike’s associates finally left I heard him approaching my bedroom.
“Christy Ann,” he said as he opened my door. “I don’t want you to run around in your cheerleading uniform outside school, is that clear?”
“We’d just had practice and we overran,” I protested. “There wasn’t time to shower!”
“But there would’ve been time to put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants.”
“It’s too warm for those!”
“I don’t care if it’s 100 degrees outside. Your like my daughter and I don’t want you running around looking like some kind of slut!”
“What’s wrong with looking like a slut, Uncle Mike?”
“Girls who look like sluts generally turn into sluts.”
“So what’s wrong with that? Sluts have always been good enough for you.”
“I’m an adult and you’re a child!”
“I’m an adult too, Uncle Mike. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m 18 years old. I’m a woman now, with a woman’s desires and it drives me nuts that all my friends have started fucking their boyfriends but you scare away every single boy who tries to date me.”
“So you’re sweet and innocent looking girlfriends are fucking boys and you want to be just like them, eh?” Uncle Mike stopped and shook his head. “What’s wrong with you girls?”
“What do you mean, Uncle Mike?”
“Why are you hankering for those inexperienced teenage cocks when you can have real men to satisfy you properly?”
“It’s not like I’m allowed to go out to the places where you pick up your sluts. How am I supposed to meet a real man?”
“How, indeed?” Uncle Mike laughed. “I guess you’ll just have to stay a virgin a little longer then.”
“Unless…”
“Unless WHAT, Christy?”
“Unless I fuck you, Uncle Mike…”
“Christy Ann…” Uncle Mike’s voice had that tone that usually meant that I was about to get into big trouble. “This is not funny.”
“I’m not trying to be funny, Uncle Mike. I’m serious. I want to fuck you, Uncle Mike.”
“But that’s wrong, and you know it.”
“Fuck wrong, Uncle Mike! I want my first time to be good. I want my first time to be with a man who can satisfy me and who won’t hurt me. Who better than my own Uncle?”
“But Christy Ann, baby…”
“No but, Uncle Mike! Look at me! Don’t you desire my body? Don’t you want to touch my naked skin and be the first cock in my virgin cunt?”
I was getting flustered and started pulling off my cheerleading uniform. Uncle Mike watched me as my underwear went the same way. I stood before him with my firm tits, crowned by dark pink nipples, my shaved pussy that was so wet I was sure he could smell it.
“You’re so sexy, baby,” Uncle Mike whispered and I could see the bulge in his jeans. “Uncle Mike wants to fuck you so bad, but it’s not right.”
“Fuck me, please,” I said and lay down on my bed. “Make your baby a woman.”
I lay on my back and parted my legs. I could feel the cool air on my hot pussy. Uncle Mike’s eyes were on my wet opening. I reached down and massaged my clit.
“You’re such a hot fucking slut,” Uncle Mike said and adjusted his crotch.
“Just the kind of woman for you then,” I smiled.
“You have no idea, baby.”
“Then take me, Uncle Mike. Fuck your baby!”
“I will fuck you,” Uncle Mike said and pulled his shirt off. “But only once you’ve understood and accepted the rules.”
“What are the rules, Uncle Mike?”
“The rules are that if we fuck now, you become my new slut. As my slut, you fuck me and only me. As my slut, you sleep in my bed and welcome my cock inside your cunt whenever I want to put it there. As my slut, you’re happy to suck my cock whenever I want my cock sucked. As my slut, you wear slut clothes picked out by me when we’re together and whatever outfits I think are suitable when we’re not. As my slut, you only masturbate when I tell you to. As my slut, you perform household tasks naked if I want you to. As my slut, you will come to my work for fucking or sucking if I summon you. As my slut, you start calling me “Daddy” from now on. As my slut, you will always be perfectly groomed, free of pussy hair. As my slut, you obey my rules. Is that clear?”
“If I become your slut, will I be your only slut?”
“You will be my main slut, baby,” Uncle Mike smiled and stepped out of his jeans and boxers, showing me his cock in its full glory. “That means that you’re the one I fuck unless I feel like fucking two or three sluts at a time, then I’ll let you help me pick out the others and then we all fuck each other.”
“You want me to fuck other women?”
“Other sluts, baby. And only when I’m there to enjoy the action. Any other questions?”
“I don’t think so.”
“OK then,” Uncle Mike was stroking his hard cock and I could see his precum glistening. “What will it be? Are you prepared to obey by the slut rules or are you going to stay Uncle Mike’s good little virgin girl until you graduate from high school?”
“I want to be your slut, Daddy.”
Uncle Mike smiled broadly. “Then we fuck, baby. I’m going to show you what sex with a real man is like. Come with me.”
Uncle Mike walked out of my room, stark naked, and I followed him, my tits bouncing as I hurried behind him, not used to being let out of their bra-prison. We went into Uncle Mike’s bedroom, which is dominated by a huge bed with satin sheets. Uncle Mike grabbed a remote control and lay down on the bed.
“Suck Daddy’s cock, Christy,” he said with a smile.
“I’m not sure how to,” I said insecurely.
“That’s OK, baby, you’ll learn. Just don’t use your teeth and get help from your hands if you need. Daddy’s going to film you. We have home movies of all your firsts so I think we should have one of your first fuck too.”
I heard a mechanic sound as a strategically placed camera was revealed from it’s hiding place. I could feel the juices dripping down the insides of my thighs as I crawled up on Uncle Mike’s bed and wrapped my hand around his hard shaft for the first time. I looked into Uncle Mike’s eyes and he nodded encouragingly. I parted my lips and let the tip of my tongue touch his swollen cockhead. I licked up his precum and tasted it. Uncle Mike smiled at me.
I got bolder. I was on all fours, with my tits resting on Uncle Mike’s thigh as I licked his balls. There was a soft spot between them that I teased with my tongue and Uncle Mike groaned as I did that.
“Are you sure you’ve never sucked another cock before, baby?” Uncle Mike panted.
“Never,” I said with a smile. “You’re my first cock, but I’ve watched a lot of porn and I have plenty of ideas of what to do.”
“That’s my girl,” Uncle Mike chuckled.
I licked the length of Uncle Mike’s shaft and then I finally wrapped my lips around him and sucked. His cock wasn’t as big as some of the cocks in the porn flicks had appeared, but he’s a good 7 inches and very thick. I started bobbing my head up and down, letting his cock slide across my wet lips. I could hardly breathe for his size, but I didn’t care. I loved the taste of my Uncle Mike’s cock in my mouth. I tried swallowing and I could hear that Uncle Mike liked the feeling. I tried to get him deep into my throat, but knew that I’d have to work on that.
Uncle Mike kept stroking my hair as I continued sucking his cock. Ever so often I’d let go of it and lick and suck his balls instead, giving his cock a hand job while my mouth was busy elsewhere, but I kept missing his hard shaft in my mouth and kept returning to it.
“Daddy’s gonna cum soon, baby,” he panted. “This time I want you to swallow your Uncle’s cum like a real slut. Just keep sucking, don’t stop!”
I did as I was told and then I felt it. There was a small vibration against my tongue and then his jism filled my mouth. I didn’t let go of his cock and he kept squirting his milk. Then he finished cumming and he pulled my head off his cock. I swallowed and opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue the way I’d done as a little girl when I had to prove that I’d taken all my medicine.
“You will be a great slut for your Uncle Mike,” he smiled and pulled me into his arms. Then we kissed for the first time. His tongue invaded my mouth where his cock had just been and his hands caressed my tits.
Uncle Mike slowly rolled us over until my body was pinned underneath his. He kissed me again and then he slowly started working his way down my body, leaving a trail of feather light kisses as he got further down. He stopped at my tits and wrapped his lips around one nipple while squeezing the other between his fingers. I felt the fire spreading from my chest to my pussy as he sucked and bit my nipple. He then changed and started sucking on the other nipple, kneading my tits while he was at it. I could hardly breathe anymore. Uncle Mike was making me feel so good.
Then he let go of my tits and I moaned in protest. Uncle Mike just chuckled and kissed his way across my stomach, stopping to investigate my bellybutton with his tongue. His hands parted my thighs wide as his lips got closer to my lower lips. Then he’d reached his destination. I looked down and saw the big smile on his face before he gave me that first intimate kiss. His lips on mine and then his tongue found its way into my virgin hole. I couldn’t hold back. Having sucked Uncle Mike’s cock and endured the most exquisite journey of his lips I was on fire. My body spasmed and I cried out with surprise and passion as Uncle Mike gave me my first orgasm.
He didn’t move until I’d stopped cumming and then he broke the contact between our lips, looked up at me and smiled.
“Your pussy cum is delicious, Christy Ann,” he said. “You’re the most wonderful little slut your Uncle has ever tasted.”
He kissed his way along the insides of my thighs, setting me on fire again. Then he parted my pussy lips with his fingers and wrapped his lips around my engorged clit. I cried out loud. I couldn’t believe just how much such intense pleasure could actually hurt. It wasn’t painful, but it felt better than anything I’d ever experienced before. I didn’t know what to do with myself. My head was thrusting from side to side, wanting him to put me out of my misery and making me cum again at the same time as I never wanted the intense pleasure to end.
Then I felt a finger inside my cunt, followed by a second finger. Uncle Mike was finger fucking me while performing magic on my clit. I wrapped my legs around him. I rocked my hips up and down, wanting more, wanting release… Uncle Mike kept teasing me, biting my clit, withdrawing his fingers only to insert them again. He found my magical spot. With a wail I came again, spraying his fingers with my cum.
Uncle Mike waited until I’d calmed down again and then he moved up my body once more and fed his fingers to me. I licked my juices off them as he kissed me.
“My little Christy Ann slut likes her own pussy juice,” he mused and started kneading one of my tits again.
“I love you, Uncle Mike,” I sobbed, overwrought with emotions from the orgasms he’d just given me and the fact that I was still as horny and loving the feeling of his hard cock against my hips.
“I love you too, Christy Ann,” he replied and kissed me deeply. “But you have to remember to call me Daddy from now on. I’m going to love having you for my slut. Nothing could be more perfect. But in order for you to be my slut, we have to fuck… Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to take Daddy’s cock in your cunt?”
“Please Daddy,” I begged him. “Fuck me!”
“I will, baby. I will fuck you real good, my beautiful little slut. Get on your hands and knees for me.”
I did as I was told and Uncle Mike placed a pillow under my chest, then he gently pushed me forward so that my chest was resting on the pillow and my ass was in the air, my pussy exposed and ready for his cock. He got on his knees behind me and started caressing my ass. I moaned into the pillow. Then I felt his hard shaft against my wet slit. He ran his cock back and forth along my slit. I kept moving my hips to get him inside me, but he held me back. Uncle Mike was in charge. Uncle Mike would decide when I’d finally feel his cock inside me.
Then the time came. Uncle Mike’s fat cockhead rested against my virgin hole. He slowly started pushing. I started hurting and cried into the pillow. Uncle Mike just kept pushing. Then I felt it. He ripped through me and impaled me on his thick piece of meat and I cried with pain. Uncle Mike held onto my hips with a strong grip. I thought the pain would never go away, but it did. Just as suddenly as it had started it was replaced with a throbbing hunger for more. I pushed my hips back and Uncle Mike knew that I was horny again.
As he started rocking into my tight, wet cunt from behind, Uncle Mike reached down and slowly pulled me up against his chest. He cupped my tits and started tweaking my nipples as he fucked me. I moaned with delight. This was better than anything I’d ever imagined or fantasised.
“If you reach down and massage your clit it’ll feel even better,” Uncle Mike whispered in my ear, between his kisses on my neck.
I did as I was told and he was right. It was bliss. Ever so often I reached further and felt his pussy juice covered cock sliding in and out of my cunt.
“Oh Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, this is wonderful.”
“You like being fucked by Daddy, my little slut?”
“Oh yes,” I panted. “Don’t ever stop.”
Uncle Mike started fucking me faster. His fast, deliberate strokes filled me to the brink each time. My moans got louder. I knew that I was going to cum again. I tried to hold it back, but Uncle Mike encouraged me. Soon I felt my cunt contracting hard around his cock as I was possessed by my most intense orgasm so far. But Uncle Mike didn’t stop. Uncle Mike was nowhere near done.
As soon as my orgasm ebbed away, Uncle Mike pulled out of my cunt and lay on his back. He motioned for me to straddle his hips, which I did, impaling myself on his shaft once more. With his hands on my hips, Uncle Mike showed me how to ride him. For a while he lay back and watched me fuck him. Then he got tired of watching and started playing with my tits again. He kissed them. He licked them. He sucked on them. He bit them. He drove me to insanity with his teasing tongue. He reached down and started caressing my clit as I rode him faster and faster, making sure I went down all the way every time, filling myself completely with his cock.
We were both breathing heavily by now. I saw a dark look in Uncle Mike’s eyes that I didn’t recognize. I saw his gritted teeth. I was sure he was on the verge of cumming. This turned me on even more. I picked up the speed. He responded by teasing my clit even harder and sucking my nipple even more. We were locked in a sensuous battle, each trying to give the other more pleasure.
I surrendered first. I slammed down and let my cunt grip his cock tight and I cried out with passion. First then did Uncle Mike let go, shooting his cum straight up my womb, letting my cunt milk him dry. I collapsed on top of him and he slowly rolled us over and kissed me. I felt his cock shrinking inside me and then he popped out, opening the floodgates of our combined cum juices. He reached for his remote controls and turned the cameras back off.
“Christy, my dear little slut,” he whispered in my ear. “I love you so much. We’re one now, nothing will ever tear us apart.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I smiled. “I’m yours.”
Fumi San - Japanese School Girl Chap 3.3 and 3.2
March 8, 2008
Hilltop
I could tell he wasn’t much older then I was but like me he had gone through a lot. I don’t know if he was good looking. None of the clients I had been with were attractive to me, I grew up dreaming about Japanese pop-star idols, and Jose didn’t look like any Japanese rock star I had ever seen.
“Hey what up girl” he asked me with a smile.
“Hello Jose.”
“You looking for more stuff?” he asked, this time without the tough street talk that I had experienced the first time we had meet him.
“Yes, please!” I was excited and flattered by his demeanor.
“What you got to offer?” he asked, I think he wasn’t sure if I had cash to pay this time.
“Um..anything,” I replied, still not having any money.
“O, I got you girl.”
Jose took me to his car this time. It was parked in a private parking lot with an attendant a few blocks off his corner. The car was an older model, a Mercury Cougar, it had gold rims and trim that matched. I was surprised, but the seats were leather and even though it was old, everything about it was well taken care off. Once we drove off a few blocks, I pulled back my seat and started to strip as I did for Marty, out of habit. I could tell that Jose was pleased.
“Got damn, you the strangest strawberry I’ve ever seen!”
Like Marty he started to unzip his pants. His jeans were baggy, and he fumbled to get his buckle undone. I made my way to his lap over the gear shifts, I assisted and took pulled his pants down and started kissing and licking his rod while he drove. Eager to please I began deep throating and jerking him off harder.
“Calm down girl,” he resisted, “We’ve got time.”
Understanding his command, I stopped with the hard oral play. For the rest of the drive I mostly licked and kissed his, using my tongue to playfully twirl his head around my mouth at times I’d let him go soft just so I could arose him again.
It probably took us a good 30 minutes to reach our destination. It was a hilltop over looking the city. The lights were beautiful, I had never taken the time to realize how amazing Los Angeles could look at night. The buildings and cars, and traffic all their lights danced magically. I took a few moments to appreciate how breath taking it all looked. Finally we parked on the side of the road. I could tell it was an area that wasn’t driven by frequently. I thought to myself, this is where he wants to fuck me.
Jose got out of the car. I was already naked and sure that he wanted me to stay that way, so I left my clothes in the car. I followed him, he sat on the front hood and spent a minute just enjoying the view. I was naked and cold. A part of me loved the scene, the experience, but I started to shiver. Jose noticed my cold and he pulled me close to him. He sat me on his lap and started to talk.
“You know, my parents use to come up here when they were young. Just came from Mexico and to poor to buy movie tickets… My father told me that his dream car was a 70 Cougar. He never got one for himself, but I always promised myself as kid I’d have that car.”
I guess that was as personal as he could get, Jose was telling me about apart of his past like I had him. I guess our lives had both worn us down, neither of us were really able to talk about much. We didn’t’ use anymore words that night. There was too much we didn’t want to talk about,and too much to say anyway.
Jose didn’t fuck me that night. We spent the rest of our time just sitting and starring at the lights. I was still mostly naked except for my shoes, but he kept me close and warm with his arms around me. He shared with me his jacket, and made me feel comfortable and cared for and safe. It was different, different from all the things that I had known from Duke and even my family. I never got to experience how men and women were suppose to be with one another. I had spent my entire life at all girl boarding schools. The only two men that I had ever known were my father and Duke. My father taught me how to obey men, while Duke, he taught me how to please them. In the end I am not sure if my father or Duke were very different, or what they did to me was very different. I don’t think either thought very much of me as a person, rather they were just trying to sculpt what they thought a woman should be; a woman meant to please and obey others. This moment with Jose,however was how I always guessed it should have or could have been.
I left Jose with 4 lines worth of powder that night. Besides the time we spent together, he didn’t ask for anything else and he even took me home. A part of me felt guilty, I knew how cranky and upset men could be if they didn’t come. I didn’t want to not please Jose. Even as we pulled up to my father’s house, I asked him, “Do you want to fuck me?”
“No.”
“I can suck you,” I offered again.
“No,” he turned me down again, and a part of me was sad that I hadn’t satisfied him. I looked down, my expression clearly showing that I was ashamed of myself.
Jose sensed that I was uneasy, and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Huh?” I looked up, not understanding why he asked the question.
“What’s your name strawberry?”
“Um, me Fumi-san,” I introduced myself with my personal name.
“OK Fumi-san. Thank you,” he kindly offered.
“O, arigato!” I said excitedly, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Jose was surprised, and I didn’t know how to respond to his reaction, so I left his car in a hurry. Jose waited for me to enter my side gate before pulling away. Which was sweet. And I knew that even though I didn’t make him cum, he was happy. And I was happy for that.
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Anything
She opens herself to Jose and tells him about Duke
A few days later, I went back to see Jose again. I still had enough coke to last me through the weekend, but I had spent the past few days thinking of him often. I wanted to see him again. I thought maybe we’d even be able to go back tothe hilltop. I still felt badly for not satisfying him that last time, and wanted desperately to make up for it. They sound like foolish thoughts; I guess there was still a part of me that was innocent and craved for what I imagined spending time with a man could be.
Jose was working his corner again, I don’t know if he ever did anything else. It started to seem like he was always there. He must have had a lot of clients I thought. When I greeted him he looked surprised, I guess he didn’t think he’d see me again until the next week. Jose smiled nonetheless and this time, he stepped in close to me and gave me a soft hug with one arm. I was surprised, I wasn’t sure how to hug back, up until now the only person I can ever remember hugging was my mother, it wasn’t something that was common for Japanese people and something that none of my clients had ever done. So I froze. Jose looked down at me, he seemed disappointed, and I was angry with myself.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I pleaded. My eyes even started to tear. “I… I don’t know how,” I tried to be honest.
Jose just grinned. “Chica you a strange one,” he said then gave a little laughed. “But we can work on that.”
I was glad that he understood.
“You gonna have to wait a while though. It’s cracking tonight and I got to make that moneyFumi-san.”
“OK.”
I spent the next hour watching him from the inside of a late night taqueria. Ever five minutes or so, someone would come looking for drugs. I noticed that depending on what they were asking for, Jose would reach into a different. Later I found out that he mainly sold 2 items: Coke and Marijuana. All the other stuff you could get to much time for, even though the money was good he reasoned. I figured that said a lot about his character, he was a patient man and he thought things out. In that way he was a lot like my father. In between every few clients, Jose would come in to check up on me. He bought me a soda, and even asked if I wanted a taco. I had never had a taco before and although I was interested, I didn’t want him spending any more of his money on me, so thanked him, but declined.
When Jose’s pockets were no longer bulging I figured that he had ran out of his products and he was done for the night. We went to pick up his car, and like last time, after we had cleared the parking attendant I leaned back the seat and took off my clothes for him. Jose was pleased and he started rubbing my stomach.
“Chica, you really know how to please a vato,” he complimented. “Cuz damn, I like my girls buck naked.”
I smiled and offered to give him “freeway head.”
“Yeah, but why don’t you just keep it in your mouth. Like last time.”
I bent over to his side and kissed his cock softly, I spent the entire ride as he instructed with his dick in my mouth, slowly twisting it between my cheeks and occasionally pulling it out to give it a kiss or a lick.
He took me back to the hilltop just like I had hoped. Again I sat on his lap as we enjoyed the view.
“You use to work for Duke?” he asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes, you know him?” I was curious.
“Man, everyone knows Duke, or use to before they got him. Vato was a player. But he got greedy A; started flipping shit he shouldn’t have been touching.”
“I use to work for him,” I fearfully confessed, I was afraid that telling him so would spoil the moment. Ruin everything.
Jose didn’t think much of it, “Shit you must know Marty,” he laughed.“Shit that explains it.”
“Yes, Marty was nice to me, but he always looked mean,” I recalled.
“All man, Marty is all good. He’s an O.G.”
I didn’t understand his slang, but I played along. For example, what is vato, or what is O.G. appreviated for. I was a little lost, but I understood most of what he said.
I was still surprised by Jose’s reaction to my relationship with Duke. I don’t know how, or why but Jose seemed able to accept my pass. My family, the police, everyone made me feel like I was dirty for the things that I had done for Duke. I didn’t know any better at the time, I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’t. Jose was the first person to understandthat and to be able to overlook what I had been. In fact, he even sounded excited when I started talking about my clients and asked me to go into detail.
“Fuck girl, that’s hot!” he complimented.
“That’s OK with you?” I was unsure.
“Hell yeah! Me personally, I like it when a girl’s got experience. “
It had only been a few meetings, but I was growing a true feeling of attachment for Jose. He was sweet and accepting.Most importantly when I was with him, the world felt like it stopped;it was just he and I. I felt like my past was gone, there was no shame. Somehow I was in a place were everything I wanted to do or could do was right. There were no restriction, no worries about family honor, no no’s.
“I want to make you come, “ I confessed. “I wanted to thank you for last time.”
Jose took a few seconds to look me over. Then he leaned back on his elbows, against the hood of his car, “You really mean what you say Fumi-san?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. Words were important in Japanese culture, we are always taught to never say what it is we don’t mean or make promises we can’t keep.
“How about what you said in the alley?”
I was embarrassed and blushed. I knew that what I had said that first time was said out of excitement and a desire to please. Other then that I don’t know why I said those things, I wasn’t sure if I don’t think I meant it then. But I was sure now, after spending the last few times with Jose, and sharing my past with him like he had with me, I knew I could truly mean it now.
“I’ll fuck or suck anyone for you too, just tell me what to do,” I repeated my words from that night.
Jose was pleased, he told me to get on my knees and show him what a good slut I could be. I was quickly finding out that as sweet as he was when we talked one on one he like to be in control when he fucked me, loved talking dirty and loved it even more when I talked dirty back. This was fine with me, the control, I was use to, and coming from Jose I strangely craved. As far as being called a slut or a whore or being prompted to call myself those things, that didn’t effect me much either. Duke made me use to the names, the girls that worked for him threw the words around carelessly. And besides, I got the sense that for Jose it was just a part of their street language.
Sex on the Car
Jose offered me some coke as he dropped me off, but I declined.
He looked surprised, and then asked, “Well what was that for?”
“Um, for you,” I responded and gave him another kiss on the cheek.
Fumi-San Jap School Girl Chap 3.2
March 8, 2008
(Japanese School Girl Returns home after being abducted and pimped out by drug dealers) Chapter 3.2 Desires and Headaches
I was home at least. My first week I was a mess without the heroin. That passed quickly though. After a couple of days the stomach pains were gone, and by the second week the headaches had left as well. And I was happy for that. I was happy to home with my parents and sister.
What didn’t leave however, was my constant desire for more cocaine. It’s hard to explain, but it was like a constant voice in my head telling me I needed to snort. My limbs sometimes twitched on their own, and I didn’t know why. Early on I even tried to satisfy the temptation by snorting some baby powder in my bathroom before dinner. It was horrible, my noise burned for an hour and dinner tasted like dry chalk.
It was my third week home, and thoughts of cocaine were still running around in my head. I had nightmares, dreams of sex with random men and women, and then scenes were I am covered in cocaine. I’d wake up with my noise bleeding, needing the drug.
Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed some coke! That night I snuck out of my parent’s house. Even though I knew that both of my parents took sleep medication and were often in bed by 8 o’clock, so that they could wake up by 4 in the morning, I was still worried. The consequences if I was caught would have severe. My father already looked at me in shame and this would have only caused both my parents even more grief. But the cravings were too much, so I took the risk. I wasn’t sure where I was going or how I was going to get any coke, I didn’t even have any money. I walked 6 blocks to the bus stop and waited another half an hour before one came, I was heading to Hollywood, I remembered some of the other girls telling me that Duke’s source was in Hollywood, and that that was the hot spot for just about anything anyone needed. The bus driver looked at me with a surprised eye. His expression asked me if I was sure I wanted to get on but I boarded anyways. With in 40 minutes I was in the heart of the city.
I walked around by myself for a few hours, I was getting concerned, I was afraid my parents had waken up to check up on me. I didn’t want them to worry anymore. Even with the headaches from needing coke, I felt secure enough with myself to be out at night alone. I had already gone through a lot, at least sexually, so i was sure if I could survive Duke, I could make it on my own downtown for a few hours.
I wasn’t sure who to ask, what to say, with Duke it was so easy, Rick would come and deliver a few bags, and we would all be set for a week, if we ever ran out, then one of the girls would just tell Duke and he’d have Rick bring us some more. Tonight was different whoever, so many faces. Who do I ask, I wondered. It would be so much easier if some one was just shouting out loud that they had some coke!
I was tired of walking so i took a moment to sit down on the sidewalk, people still careless walked by. I was 1 of a million people in Hollywood, everyone seemed amazed and no seemed to notice me. My attention finally fell on standing at the corner, every now and then some stranger would come up to him and give him five. They tried to be careful about their interaction but I noticed it was always the same causal greeting. Someone would come, slap his hand, he’d then reach into his jean pocket and shake the stranger’s hand firmly. This must be it I thought.
I was scared, but the part of me that desired cocaine didn’t care. I needed another fix, I had come all this way for this, I needed to see it through.
“Excuse me sir,” I tried to get his attention. “Excuse me.”
“Yeah, What is it,” he asked with out looking, then turned around.
“Do you have any coke?” I asked bluntly, not know how else to deal with the situation.
His expression went to part surprise, part disgusts, even his shoulders dropped and his body took a step back. I guess you can call it shock.
“This is a sting bitch? Shit, you know this shit is entrapment, essay” he said.
I was confused, I didn’t know what else to say or ask or how to deal with his reaction. “No sting,” was all I could muster.
That’s when he gave me a good look. For a few moments he just stared at me up and down. Then he finally spoke again.
“You really looking for some powder, huh.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
He started walking away and after a few steps looked back and hinted I join him. I walked double pace to catch up. About a block down he ask me, “So how much you looking for?”
I wasn’t sure; I didn’t know. A line would last me for the night maybe even a few days, but if I could take some home then I might not have to come back downtown for a week or more.
“I don’t know,” I told the dealer.
“What, think fast chica. I got what you need, but I ain’t got time for this.”
“I don’t have any money,” I leveled with him.
“What the fuck bitch? Is this a joke? Fucking jap bitch wasting my time!” He was obviously angry and started walking faster so I could not catch up.
“Wait, wait, I trade…” I screamed out to him.
He stopped again, allowing me time to catch up.
“You a strawberry?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure what he was asking but for a few lines I was willing to be anything that he wanted. “Yes, I’ll trade you me for some coke.”
That was when he started laughing, “Man you the weirdest strawberry I’ve ever seen. But you cute and I ain’t never done an Asian before. Alright, I’ll give you a line for some head.”
“How much for 3 lines?” I asked, wanting to not have to come out here again for at least a while.
“Shit, for 3 lines, I could get a train from any slut on this block. But I’ll tell you what since you’re new, this time it’ll be just me and you.”
“OK,” I jumped at the chance. I still didn’t understand half of what he was talking about, but for three lines I’d do for him any of the things I had done for Duke.
He lead me a few more blocks then into an alley, it was lit but, barely the street light over head was enough to show shadows and although I couldn’t see anyone I could hear coughs and noises of others nearby. I was somewhat afraid but my dealer seemed at ease with this place, so I decided it was safe enough.
“Well, what you waiting for, getting to work,” he commanded.
I looked down, the concrete was to dirty and hard for me to kneel on like I was use to when sucking dick, so I squatted. I unzipped him, surprisingly, I found the longest cock I had ever seen. He was even larger then Marty’s and before now Marty’s was the largest I had dealt with. I pulled out his penis already erect, it was already pulsing in my hands I knew that this would be quick. I began slowly, kissing and licking his head at first. Then I thought about all the things that Duke, Marty and the girls had told me about fucking. Even though I was free from Duke, I don’t think I became a first class whore until after I left him.
“O shit bitch, you really know what the fuck you’re doing!”
It had only been a few minutes but I knew he was ready to explode. Easy work I thought cheerfully. But he pulled himself out of my mouth. His penis still wet and glistening under the street light. He was able to keep himself from coming.
“Get BUCK NAKED,” he exclaimed.
This was to familiar, I knew what he meant from my car rides with Marty. I began to take off my clothes while the dealer leaned back against a large dumpster, he stroked himself in anticipation. Once I was fully nude that’s when he made his way back to me. With his hands he began to explore my body, one rubbing against a breast, the other trying to motivate my pussy. He even started kissing me on the lips, I couldn’t remember my first kiss and although I am sure I had touched lips with other men before, he felt like I dreamed the first should feel like. His kisses were intense, romantic; I could tell that there was a sensitive side to him.
I was so use to being just another hole to fill.Early on Duke taught me I had 3 holes that men wanted their dicks against or in, and if I wanted to be his good girl, I’d learn how to use all of them. By the time Duke brought this up, I was already an addict, and he used that to motivate me to do better. When I wasn’t with clients he’d often offer me to one of his black cronies. “Teach her a lesion,” he’d say with a grin. Duke warned me if I didn’t do as I was told or even if he associate came back without a smile, then I’d be restricted from any dope that night. My first lesson was a failure, and Duke kept his promise. Just one night being without the drugs made me feel awful and sick. I didn’t want to feel that way again. So the next time I did exactly as he wanted and eventually learned how to “work it;” fuck like the whore he thought I could.
But this boy was different,I felt his sincerity and was perhaps turned on for the first time in my life. I wanted to do even more to please him. It wasn’t much, but I began to stroke his erect cock and massage his back, which is more then I ever did for any of my regulars.
That’s when he started talking to me.
“You’ve got a little slut body don’t you,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I agreed. “Yes, I have a slut body.”
“Jose, my name is Jose. You say my name from now on. Now tell Jose how you liked to be fucked.”
“Um…” I paused, not knowing. It was always what the client or his friend or his wife or whoever wanted, it was never me. “I don’t know Jose. Anyway you want,” I finally responded.
Jose kept running his hands over my breast and took his time licking my ears and kissing my neck. This turned me on.
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” I whispered back.
“Well how about from behind this time.”
“Yes from behind.”
He turned me around, leaning me against a brick wall. My legs spread for him, I was anticipating his long dick, not sure how it would feel.
Jose started rubbing my pussy again, I was hot, in heat from his fingers. I wanted to moan, but knew there were strangers in the dark and didn’t want to disturb them.
“You ready for this,” he asked.
“Yes!” I whimpered.
“Not until you tell me what a slut you are,” he began rubbing my pussy deeper.
My mind was gone. I tried to blank out like I did when I was with my clients, but I couldn’t. I had came out to Hollywood for coke, hoping to get a few lines for a quick suck, but now I was totally naked in a back ally with a stranger I found overwhelmingly sensual.
“I don’t know,” I said, not sure of anything.
“Tell me”
“I don’t know!”
“Bitch, tell me!”
“I… I‘ll… fuck, suck anyone, I fucked any for Duke, men, women, fat and old,” I exposed my past. I started to cry, dealing with my shame. In many ways it was release. Still a part of me wanted to please, I didn’t want Jose to see me crying, to think that I was unhappy with our bargain, I hid from him my tears. Finally, I confessed, needing to please him; wanting someone to control me, “I’ll fuck or suck anyone for you too, just like Duke, please just tell me what to do.” I whispered to him in a half moan.
Jose was finally satisfied with my words. He took his shaft and thrusted it into me deeply, he wasn’t gentle like the women I had been with, I guess all men are the same. He just rammed me, deeper and deeper. I felt the tip of his head pushing towards the bottom of my stomach. I tried not to moan, but his length was more then I could resist and so I started crying out. For the first time I was a man’s slut. I loved it! I enjoyed sex for the first time. I didn’t know who this man was, I knew his name was Jose and he was able to give me a dose of cocaine, but that was it.
As he took me from behind, I meet his thrust head on with my hips. There was perhaps an inch separating his climax and mine. Within 2 minutes after I started my whaling he had came, his breathing was heavy and I could feel his man juices shooting into me. His dick was still pulsating when I pulled him out and got one my knees. He had finished spilling his load inside of me, but out of habit I knew I needed to put him in my mouth to clean his shaft. As I was taught, I licked him dry, making sure his cock was sanitized, then I used my checks and breast to wipe him dry.
Jose kept good on his end of the deal and gave me 3 lines of cocaine.
“You know where I’ll be at if you need more,” he told me then left.
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