Carlos\' Bitch

Tina Swanson, a man’s fantasy, was now man’s fucktoy. She was exhausted. Aside from the little nap on her way to Bo’s trailer park, she had not have any rest. So the water, did her good. This was the first time she had a shower since the night. The running water helped cleared away some of the foul smell of human waste but did nothing to block the loud fart that Bo let out as he sat on the toilet. To Tina, that was her king, and the toilet was his throne. From there, he commanded his human fuck doll.

 

“Soap them tits.” She moved the bar of soap over her feminine flesh.

 

“Lift and lick them nips.” She mauled her own breasts and brought them up to her mouth. She tasted the bitterness of the soap.

 

“Make sure your whore’s cunt is clean.” She ran her hands between her thighs.

 

“Inside.” And she slid her fingers inside her sex. Never once did she think. She only acted. What purpose was her brain for? Idle thinking is a luxury. Thoughts will only hurt her because they shifted to another time when she was happy. Thoughts pained her because she could never act on them. Even prayers were useless. The men in her life were her lord. They decided when she ate, when she bathe, how she acted, and who, when, and how much she fucked.

 

When he finished, he flushed the toilet. Not bothering to wipe, he entered the tub with her. She looked up into his dull, brutish eyes. She could not recognize a shred of humanity in them. “Down.”

 

Like a dog, she went down until she was again on her knees. Bo turned around, spread her ass and pressed it right against her face. She tried to move back but her head was now against the wall. “Lick.”

 

As disgusting as it was, she knew this was the only way. She cleaned his shit with her pink tongue. “All the way in. Clean my shithole.” She caught the vomit and swallowed hard before penetrating the men’s hairy asshole.

 

Satisfied with her performance, Bo commanded her to clean him. The blonde girl took the soap and was about to soap his body when he caught her arms. No, that was not enough. She was to be his toilet paper, his soap. Today, Tina Swanson would learn many things. The first of which was to be more than a real life blow up doll. She had to work as a human soap.

 

She heavily soaped her body, especially her breasts and began to hug the men, caressing him with all the tenderness that she had as if he was her beloved Derek. Her nipples were raw from the pinching and gnawing but she rubbed them nonetheless down Bo’s hairy back. Her twin mounds scrubbed his hairy legs, up and up. His soapy hands wiped her face. She understood the meaning of that. With her face, she hugged his genitals. Side to side, and even as his pubic hair poked at her delicate skin, she continued. Next she used her tits.

 

By this time, Tim and Deon had come.

 

“Oh, there you are,” said Tim peeking in.

 

Unabashed, Bo pointed at the girl and said, “Teaching the bitch new tricks. You should try.”

 

Tim smiled as he started stripping. “I’ve been feeling for a shower.”

 

Throughout the course of the conversation, Tina did not lose her concentration. She was getting better at ignoring things. She knew that before the morning was over, she would have three more baths, and each of them would be just as horrible.

 

“Wow, didn’t know your old cow had this?” cried Deon as he picked up a flimsy red pair of lace panties and matching bra.

 

“I bought them just for the cunt,” said Tim.

 

Tina, wet and dripping stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do next. Her clothes were on the floor, but she had a feeling the men liked her naked. “Put them on,” said Tim tossing the undergarments to her.

 

The men were outside with the radio on when sweet little Tina walked outside in her high heels and underwear. This was all the men gave her. They hooted and cheered. She just stood there. Turning to a music station, the men told her to dance. She knew what type they wanted. Turning her back to them, she took one step, then two. She slightly parted one leg and rested on the other. As the music began, she waited for the right beat. Then turning around she put her arms above her head, and as she slid one arm down the other, she bent at the knees, moving her hips and bottom in a circular motion. The men clanked their beer bottles together. Judging from the bulge in their pants, they already liked what they saw.

 

She bent over. She tossed her hair. She got up and personal to each one of her masters. Resting one knee on Tim’s lap she bent over, lunged forward seductively almost kissing him. Withdrawing, she turned her back and wiggled her cute bottom again. Tim swatted it. A loud slap could be heard. It was demeaning, but she continued. One after the other, she gave them a show.

 

After forty minutes of dancing, her sweat soaked body glistened in the sun. The men admired her flat tone abdomen as she moved it, in and out, in a wavy motion. This was their real life lingerie model. Better yet, she fucks. Not daring to stop, the girl continued to dance. A few men who had seen the beauty earlier in the morning had ventured forth to Bo’s trailer, wanting to catch another glimpse of her. They were surprised to see her dancing in some very sexy undergarment. As word got hold, there was a small crowd of some fifteen men. All were older than the twenty four year old. They range from thirty something hicks to fifty year old alcoholics. Each of them was bitter about life but none wanted to do anything except hate and bemoan fate.

 

Seeing the attention their pet drew, Deon nudged Tim. A smirk appeared on the man’s face as he showed-off, “This is getting boring. Let’s see some tits.”

 

With that, the girl unclasped her bra. Not knowing what to do with it, she was about to toss it to one of them when Tim shook his head disapprovingly. He pointed at Bobby, the oldest in the group of onlookers. He was a balding man standing in the sun just to catch glimpse of this wild pussycat. He smiled showing a mouth full of crooked and tar stained teeth. “Crawl over there with the tit wear between your mouth and give to him.”

 

Hearing this, the old man named Bobby, turned around and smiled, as if he was picked to win the lottery. The girl dropped to her knees, and over the dirt and stony path, she crawled over to the man. He took her bra to his nose and took a sniff. A nice fruity scent filled his nostrils. Tina was about to get back up when Tim shouted, “Since when do bitches walk.”

 

She dropped back to her knees and crawled back, giving the men a view of her ass. Ten minutes later, she was back again amongst the crowd. This time, her lace panties hung from her mouth, and a skinny man with a large nose was the lucky recipient. Finally, she earned the right to stand. Her tanned body glistened and the five-five girl looked like a super model thanks to the extra five inches her heels gave her. Like a goddess, she stood, bare amongst the men. The only difference was she did not have the pride of a god, only the defeated look of a slave.

 

“Come here,” motioned Tim. When she was close enough, he whispered angrily, “The bra and panties cost me a small fortune you whore. I didn’t give you clothes so you can flirt with men.”

 

She looked down. “Don’t worry man. We can make the bitch work,” suggested Deon.

 

Tim looked wide-eyed. Deon continued, “Don’t you need a car wash? Have her wash it and wax it.”

 

Tim liked the idea and immediately set to have her put on another show. Though the girl was smiling the entire time while soaping her tips, her eyes every so slightly tightened as she pressed her sensitive flesh into the hot metal. It hurt and burned, but that was her fate. The men made her used her hair, her beautiful silky blonde hair to wash against the dirty SUV. That was degrading but at least it made sense. Her breasts served no purpose except it burned her and rubbed her sore, and that, was enjoyable to the men.

 

When night finally fell, the men drew lots to see who the girl would spend the night with. They could theoretically rape her again, but that was no longer fun. They all have their own fantasies to fulfill. Tim won and the other two men left to get drunk. Inside, Bo’s small trailer, Tim was staring at the blonde girl whose hair was tied into two pony tails. Her ass was red from his spanking. He had always wanted to spank a hot little slut daughter. Their age difference made this believable. He was in his early forties, almost twice her age. So tonight, he was Tina’s daddy. 

 

“You’ve been a bad girl,” chastised Tim.

 

The girl didn’t dare utter a word. “Bend over, spread your whore legs, and grab your ankles.”

He went over and smacked her buttocks. He liked the feeling of her tight firm ass meat. It bounced slightly with each forceful hit. Finally, he stripped down. He put his large cock near her anal entrance. Tina bit her lips. He place his rough hands on her hips and pushed her toward him. “Arrggh…daddy. Fuck me daddy,” shouted the girl

 

He smiled. The girl knew how to play along. “You slut. You want daddy’s cock don’t you?” he said as he reached under her and pinched her breast. He slammed long and hard into her ass.

 

“Yeaaaahhhh…daddy. I’ve been baa---aa—a-a-d,” Tina stuttered as the relentless pounding continue. He came and the cum leaked from her abused anus, mixing with a slight tinkling of blood. She turned around, and gingerly knelt down, keeping her legs spread, not only because that’s what a slut should do, but because her ass hurt. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked. After a few minutes of the blonde goddess’ oral attentions, the men came into her throat. The flood of jism spilled out and dribbled down her chin. He took out his cock and slapped her face a few times. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he wiped the remainder into it.

 

He sighed and got onto the small bed. His erection was back. The girl with cum dribbling squatted there. “Come to daddy,” he said and stroked his erection.

 

Looking up at the man, Tina responded. She squatted, heels and all over his cock. She slowly lowered herself until she completely surrounded his rod. Slowly, she gyrated her lips. It was so painful and that led her to bite her lips. Thinking it as a sign of pleasure, Tim thought that all women were the same. They needed a real man’s cock. He grabbed a handful of her tits and squeezed and pinched the sensitive nipples. The poor girl, despite the pain, continued to ride her man, never letting so much as an inch expose. Seeing the girl so quiet, he got more violent. He wanted to hear her sluttish voice. He wanted her to moan. So in rhythm with her slut’s cunt, Tim slapped her tits. First one way, then the other. SLAP SLAP SLAP. SLAP SLAP SLAP. In between, the slaps, Bo and Deon from the outside could hear Tina’s meek little voice screamed, “Oh daddy. Oh daddy.”

 

The week passed blissfully by for the men. At week’s end, each returned to their homes. Carlos came to pick up the girl from them and promised to set her to work at TT’s. They exchanged numbers so that Carlos could notify them of her opening act.

 

“So slut, how was that?”

 

“Tinnie missed her stud,” was the girl’s automatic response. She hugged to him, “I need you. Fuck me please.” She would say anything to avoid punishment.

 

Carlos reached over the golf compartment and produced the vibrator. Tina reached for it and inserted into her sore pussy. The man turned it up to medium. The young girl gasped but said nothing more. She was being punished.

 

Later that day, Carlos drove her around town. Each time he stopped and pointed at someone, she would approach the men and asked, “Sir, would you like to cum on my face.”

 

By day’s end, twenty or so men’s sperm was dried on her face even as the vibrator buzzed away. She knew her place. She was Carlos whore. Private whore and public whore. He says fuck and she’ll fuck. There was no other question but one, “How’s Alex?”

 

On the weekends, Tina stripped at TT’s. She sucked and fucked for Carlos. This helped him buy a new car and supported him, Juan, and even Jose’s lifestyle. Tina was popular, but Carlos made sure she was anonymous. They came up with a stage name for Tina. Fucktits. That was not a common stage name for strippers, but at TT’s, stripers were not women, not even the basest and cheapest of them. They were toys. There was Cumpet, Blackpuss, amongst the many strippers the establishment had. Now there was Fucktits.

 

In heavy makeup which did little to cheapen her or dull her beauty, Fucktits strutted her body for the pleasure of men. She was now on all fours, crawling, thrashing, and moving her bum in stimulated penetration. Over and over, her sex act repeated. Men threw money at her. $1, $5, $10, $20, even $100. She could be bought at any of those prices, depending on Carlos’ whim. Today, she was there, legs spread, moving seductively when she spotted someone she knew. It was Sandman. Michael Sandman. He was one of the VPs of the company she worked for. She would never expect the man to be here. He was nice to her, almost like a grandfather. Yet here he was, all fifty five years of him, glaring at her body like the rest.

 

Carlos too recognized Sandman. Going backstage, he walked over to Fucktits who was preparing her skimpy cheerleader outfit to strut around the club for customers. At TT’s, stripping was marketing. Fucking was the business. Carlos made sure she strutted by Sandman’s.

 

“Hi!” she said in an energetic voice.

 

Michael Sandman, or Mike, was surprised. The girl who he thought was Tina Swanson was now next to him. He looked at her in a short skirt that revealed her thong. Nervous, he stuttered, “H-hi.”

 

“I’m Fucktits,” said the girl, pointing at the brass necklace that hung above her cleavage. The man squinted his eyes to read it, “F-U-C-K-T-I-T-S.” Fucktits. Her name. He looked back up at the girl. Yes, she looked just like Tina. He felt his penis twitch.

 

“Yea?” the girl looked at him. She was a good actress now. She did not even flinched when the old man put a hand on her leg, gently squeezing and feeling. She just stood there smiling.

 

“You look like someone I know,” the old man said.

 

“Who?” she asked.

 

“A good girl. Innocent and smart. Not a slut like you,” he said casually.

 

She giggled a slut’s giggle. “You like Fucktits?”

 

The man looked at her. She turned a full three sixty.

 

“You fucking slut,” the man said.

 

Deep in the recesses of her mind, Tina cringed. She felt sad. The world she knew was not as innocent as she thought.

 

“Follow me,” her john said. Like a puppy, she followed her owner for the next hour or night. Mike walked to a booth and gave the man there five $100 – the max. The girl was his for the night. He walked out, and Tina Swanson, now Fucktits followed.

 

Inside the hotel room, old Mike sat on the bed while the girl stripped once again in front of him. “Tina?” he said.

 

There was a long silence before the girl said, “I’m Fucktits.”

 

“Tonight, you’re Tina. Tina Swanson,” said the old man.

 

“Sure,” the girl smiled.

 

“Suck me,” the man said.

 

She moved closer to his penis. There were age spots all over his body. His penis was slightly shriveled. It would take some effort on her part. Surprisingly, after fifteen minutes or so, his cock was alive and strong. Mike was very happy about his find. He didn’t even have to close his eyes to fantasize. The girl looked exactly like Tina Swanson.

 

He flipped the girl over on her side. He lifted her smooth long legs and fucked her. Each time, he made the girl talk dirty, and talk as Tina Swanson.

 

“Oh Mike…fuck me Mike.” The old man’s pudgy stomach slapped against the girl even before his pelvis did, making a constant rhythmic SLAP SLAP. SLAP SLAP.

 

For five hundred dollars, prime and proper Tina Swanson was his, and Michael Sandman fucked away.

 

Work was Tina’s refuge. Carlos had to call her Tina. He knew he needed her to work. Money was good even her side gig as a stripper and whore couldn’t compete. Plus she whored her body for chump change so he can blow on toys. Living expenses needed a real income.

 

Work also provided Tina with a connection to her old world. She was the same Tina. She spoke confidently except on days when Carlos turned on the vibrator. However, those were short and infrequent. Usually it was enough for him to know she had a vibrator in her and that if he wanted to, he could make her cum from twenty feet away. 

 

With the introduction of Michael Sandman into her sex life, things changed. The man looked at her more lustily. He was no longer the friendly, grand-fatherly mentor. He was the old, obese lecher. Mr. Sandman constantly stared at her, undoubtedly conjuring up sexual fantasies to act on Fucktits. She couldn’t escape thinking of what he would do to Fucktits – the other Tina.

 

Life back home was more or less normal. Alex was taken care off and knew nothing of her other life. She was allowed time off to take care of Alex. She hired a live in maid to perform some of her parental functions. Though the emotional bonds were irreplaceable, other chores were. More importantly though, her chores in Carlos apartment, three blocks down, were also irreplaceable.

 

Carlos seemed all but cleared from his life of thugging. He was office boy, pimp, and Tina’s master. He heard the door to his apartment open. Tina walked in still dressed. He knew in another minute, she would be in the nude. Walking to him, she fell into his arms. Tina Swanson, twenty four year old sales director by day, Carlos bitch by night. She massaged his crotch and sucked his ears, licking the wax. Tina didn’t want sex. She was constantly molested, but she knew that if she didn’t initiate and seduce him, she would be punished.

 

On the underside of her tits were small burn marks made from Carlos cigarette. The night before, she had serviced fifteen men. Her privates were sore. Any contact would feel like scrubbing skin against sandpaper. That did not suit Carlos well. He made her beg him to burn her tits. Finally, he assented while she dutifully lifted them and pointed at where he should place his cigarette. When it went out, she tried to blow it back to life. If not, she would light it back up and begin anew.

 

Carlos pushed her away. “Not me tonight, slut. I got a few friends from way back coming. We’re watching the game. Get dressed.”

 

At his words, she knew she would fuck any and all that would come. She went into the room and saw what he had picked out for his sex doll. A furry bikini top and matching underwear. Alongside the clothes was a dog collar and leash. The collar had her stagename, “Fucktits.” She put the ensemble on and walked back out. She sat next to her man, but Carlos grabbed her leash and tugged her forward.

 

Falling onto the ground, Carlos exclaimed, “A bitch does not sit on my sofa. You may clean my feet.”

 

Fucktits began by kissing her master’s foot. She the proceeded to licking and wetting his entire foot. She gently lifted them, one at a time. Each time, she let her tongue stick between the toes, penetrating them and cleaning them. Then she would run her tongue under the rough sole of his foot. If there were loose skin, she would lightly kiss and nibble at it. This was her job as Carlos’ bitch.

 

When his guests arrived, she greeted each of the man. They were new to her, but they seem to know her. Fucktits was famous. The men were all surprised that the stripper was Carlos’ girl. “My bitch,” he corrected. As he walked around the house, Tina, humiliatingly, crawled behind her owner, much to the dismay to his friends.

 

“I want a pet like that,” commented Loco, a scary looking Mexican with wild piercings all over his face.

 

“Can I pet her?” asked another.

 

“Sure,” Said Carlos. He was always generous with her body.

 

“So how you find the puta?” asked a curious Diablo, the muscular youth with 666 and a devil tattooed on his arm.

 

“A stray bitch. Begged me to keep her. So I feed her some Mexican cock.”

 

The men laughed. They began to question Carlos about his new life and wanted to see how obedient his pet was. “She’ll do anything,” he bragged.

 

The men feigned disbelief and made Carlos make her act out vulgar acts. They started with her repeating some of her acts on stage. A private showing for the Mexicans. She danced for them. Then as the men began to consume more alcohol, she was made to do more. It ended with her crawling after every man who needed to relieve himself. They reached the bathroom, and Carlos’ bitch would soon follow, on hands and knees. She would kneel in the shower and opened her mouth. They would feed their erect penis into her mouth. After a good sucking, they would piss right into it and she would drink.

 

When the game started, she crawled her way back to her owner’s feet. Carlos kicked her gently with his foot. By now, Tina knew what he wanted. She turned over and just lied there, looking up at him. He rested his foot on her breast, crushing them. Every now and then, he would move and massage her soft feminine tissue with his calloused feet. Heaven and hell, master and slave bitch.

 

“Ughh..fucking slut…fuck you…” Mike groaned with each angered thrust. Tina Swanson had grown distant, as if knowing his weekly escapades with Fucktits. So he let out his aggression on this whore. That’s what a whore is for. Through the ages, a whore was a receptacle for men’s cum and his aggression toward other women. In short, a whore was a punching bag, a doll, an object.

 

Fucktits just lied there and repeated her only lines for the night, “I’m sorry sir. Please forgive me.” In a mechanical voice, with each thrust, she would repeat those lines. Angrily, Mike gave the bitch’s well used cunt one last thrust and came into her. He collapsed onto the bitch, smelling her fragrance. The image of Tina and her walking around in the office annoyed him. She should be here, under him, apologizing. He gnarled and bit Fucktits on the neck.

 

Work the following week for Tina was pretty much normal. Mike was no where around and she was relief. He scared her a lot. The bitemark was still visible, and she had let her hair down to cover it. As fate would have it, Mike went to the same restaurant as Carlos and Tina. She ignored his stares and ate her food. “He won’t know a thing,” said Carlos. “He just wanted to let out some aggression, that’s all. Fucktits is doing him a favor. Giving him what he can’t have- Tina Swanson, my bitch. Anyway, I’m done. Finish up and meet me in the car.” Carlos got up and adjusted his crotch. For some reason, he always needed a good cock-sucking after lunch. Tina nodded and hurried. She knew he didn’t like to wait.

 

She hurried outside and a sudden gust of wind caught her by surprise. Her hair was blown back a little bit and she quickly adjusted it. Looking around to see if anyone saw, she wetted her “cocksucker’s lips” as Carlos named them and hurried to the car.

 

She was prepared to leave for the day when her phone rang. The voice surprised her. It was Mr. Sandman. “Tina, come to my office.”

 

Adjusting her hair, Tina knocked on Mike’s door. “Come in,” came a voice.

 

She entered. “Lock the door,” he said in a stern voice. She obeyed before even thinking. It was a habit now.

 

“Since when did Tina Swanson became a whore?” asked Mike.

 

She looked at him in feigned surprise. “Drop the act whore. That is what you are right?”

 

“I—I…” stammered the girl.

 

The man rose from his chair and walked behind the girl. “I saw the mark I gave that whore. Fucktits,” he brushed her hair aside as he said this. “No..shhh shhhh…don’t worry..shhh.”

 

Tina was afraid. She didn’t want to lose this job. This was the only part of her sanity and individualism left. He stroked her neck and slid his hands down the front of her blouse, massaging her tits. Fucktits. Tina wanted to cry.

 

Abruptly he stopped. Moving to the sofa he sat, crossing his leg. “I’m so disappointed Tina. I guest this job doesn’t pay enough huh?”

 

Tears now streamed freely down her face. “Please sir.”

 

“I’m sorry,” said the man, “It’s Fucktits. I got your name wrong.”

 

Tina felt extremely embarrassed. She had fucked the man but now with her identity shattered, she felt ashamed.

 

“Tell you what Tina, if you can convince me right now that you deserve the name Fucktits, then I’ll keep this between us.”

 

Tina looked at the man whom she had once deeply respected. He has already stripped down, exposing his flaccid penis. She let out a sigh and walked over to the couch where he was. She stripped off her top and knelt before his manhood. “Uh uh,” Mike said as he shook his finger disapprovingly at her. “Completely naked save the heels.”

 

Tina reached behind and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall. Then she slid her panties, stepping first one leg, then the other out of them. She resumed her initial position. She wetted her lips and started to let her spit drool down onto her C cup tits. They were not big compared to the other strippers, but they were real and it swelled nicely on her small frame. She kissed the man’s penis. First sensually on the side, then she slid it into her moist mouth, working furiously with her now trained tongue. He got hard. Slowly, she put the man’s penis between her love globes and slid them up and down. Opening her mouth and panting, just like a whore would she continued to drool more spit onto her tits. Lubrication helps his penis from rubbing her tits raw. After an eternity of titfucking her, Mike Sandman finally came, squirting his jism all over her face and of course, tits.

 

He quickly pulled up his pants and went back to his desk. “Finish eating the cum off your face before you leave,” he said without looking up from his desk.

 

The blonde girl sat on the floor, licking from her hands and spooning any residue sperm into her mouth. She gulped it down and dressed. She walked to the door, but Sandman’s voice halted her.

 

“Fucktits, I’ll see you this again this weekend.”

 

The boys at Westside High could not believe what Jose was telling them. The smoking hot blonde chic in a short summer dress was not going to be his date for prom. No way! They thought he was joking until she came up to Jose and gave him a kiss on the lips. Smiling, she asked, “Your friends?”

 

“Yea, but don’t mind them. Let’s go home. I need someone to suck my dick.”

 

This was Tina’s new job now that Carlos took off on a Cruise with his friends. All the tickets were paid for by Tina from selling her body. Now she was a boytoy- a sixteen year old’s boytoy. Ever since fucking her in his Uncle’s basement, Jose had wanted to get more action from the hot white girl. She was older than him, but that was how he liked it. College educated pussy. She was more than that of course. His uncle had made it specific that Tina was to take care of Jose for the next month or so. Hence, she was at his beckon.

 

Jose was staying in Carlos apartment. He basically trashed the place daily and the twenty four year would be his maid during the day. During the night, she warmed his bed as his sex slave. He always put the leash on her and cuffed her hands. Then he would fuck her endlessly. Even when he stopped, her mouth would be permanently sucking at his dick. She was not allowed rest.

 

Like his uncle, he wanted to show off. Who won’t if they had a blonde cumslave at their feet? She would drive him and his friends around town and he would parade her on his arms. It made her look uncomfortable because of their age difference.

 

When she performed on the weekend, Jose would make her get him and his friends in. She would dance for them, and after a night’s work whoring, she would spend the next day relieving each of the boys of their load.