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Janet stretched, yawned, scratched her hairy red crotch, and sniffed her fingers. The smell of her musky cunt in the morning made her pussy wet. She shook her curly, ginger mane and squinted at the night table next to the side of the king sized bed. Janet saw the little plastic baggie of green weed on the night-table, and her eyes lit up with childish glee. Mike had left her some candy. He must have been pleased with last night’s performance. She hadn't heard him return home or getting ready for classes this morning. Janet was taking the day off. Getting an undergraduate degree in English literature was a lot easier than trying to get a graduate degree in chemistry.
Reaching for her bong next to the side of bed, Janet fumbled around on the dresser for her zippo. Smoking up was nice, especially after a hard night of ass to mouth to pussy fucking. She jilled off quickly in between hits from the bong. It felt so fucking good. After her wake and bake, she padded over to her dresser drawer. She pulled out a crisp white wife-beater and a navy pair of boxer shorts with little red lobsters on them and waddled over to the bathroom for a quick shower.
The gold ring in her left nostril moved up and down as she scrubbed her face. Janet soaped up her fat, milk-white, udders, and the suds ran down her sexy, fat pooch. She scrubbed her crotch vigorously, working the lather into her red pubes, her fingers massaging the tattooed flesh just above the area where her pubic hair stopped. Proud to be a redhead, Janet had the word "Firecrotch" tattooed just above her ginger pubes.
It wasn't her only tattoo. She had a tramp-stamp - a simple abstract design that ended just above her deep ass-crack. An ivy strand was inked on both sides of her torso, cupping the edges of her large breasts and ending at the top of her hips. Her hands slipped between her big bum cheeks, and she gingerly touched her asshole. It wasn't as sore as she thought it would be. Mike had a wide cock. It felt good, but she walked funny when he was done with her. Janet finished washing, toweled off, and put on her boxers and wife-beater. On her way out of the bedroom she grabbed her favorite piece of jewelry - a wood torque bracelet - from the nightstand and put it on.
The bake had settled in, and now it was time to get her wake on. Janet made a beeline to the kitchen to make some coffee. As she sipped her morning cup of joe, she shopped online. As she browsed different sites, she worked on a crossword puzzle. Staying in tonight with a bottle of red wine, a scrabble board, and her suitcase pimp would be nice. One of the clues for the crossword puzzle jogged her memory, and she realized there was a purchase she could afford to make now. With the money they had made last night, she could afford to order some Kopi Luwak coffee.
When she went to work today she would taste something almost as…intimate as the Kopi Luwak coffee.
***
Money was no longer the concern that it used to be. Mike had made a little bit of cash helping a friend who had dropped out of the chemistry graduate program to cook crystal meth, but neither of Mike nor Janet liked the risks that it entailed. Janet had been working as a phone sex operator when she wasn't in class, and while it was easy money, it still wasn't quite enough. They were both getting tired of the student lifestyle and wanted easy money, fast. Turning tricks turned out to be the answer. Mike ran the website and placed the ads, while Janet removed her clothes and spread her legs (or opened her mouth) as needed.
Inspiration and opportunity had initially come knocking in the form of a chance meeting at a strip club. Some old dude had come on to Janet on their way back to the bar, and after some hurried consultations and negotiations, she found herself in the back seat of his car.
It felt weird being that intimate with a stranger. The old guy had moved in for a kiss, but Janet fended off his advances, and got busy pulling his cock out of his pants, licking his balls and shaft until he was full erect. Although it creeped her out, she didn’t resist when he put his hands down her shirt to grope and feel her tits and rub and squeeze her nipples under her black sports bra.
As she lapped away at his nutsack and shaft like a kitten with a bowl of cream, getting his pecker wet, he unbuttoned her jeans and started roaming lower. Janet didn’t give a fuck. If fingering her snatch got him off sooner, Janet was all for it. His fingers were rough, and it hurt as he worked her open, but her pussy eventually responded to the stimulus and started lubricating, easing the entry of his fingers. Fortunately, he didn’t try to work more than two fingers into her cranny.
As work went it was pretty painless, and soon she was gripping the base of his shaft while she polished the top of his knob, her fat, ivory hiney visible to any passerby as he kneaded her ass with one hand and he fingered her snatch with the other. His pecker wasn’t all that big, so Janet was able to fit most of it into her mouth with ease. Bobbing up and down on his cock like a contented calf sucking on an udder, Janet choked and gagged when he suddenly held her head down he shot his watery seed in her mouth. Without thinking, Janet swallowed his cum, hurriedly pulled up her jeans, and fled from his car.
Mike took her behind a dumpster, pushed her jeans and full bottom grey jockey panties down to her knees and rutted her quickly and hard from behind. It was as if he wanted to mark his territory. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, with her chest mashed up against the fence, but it felt good to be possessed by her lover after the tawdry sleaziness that had so recently transpired. Janet came quietly with a low-pitched whimper as Mike shot his sticky load into her stilly juicy twat.
The only thing she regretted was not insisting that he wear a condom for that blow-job - going bareback with a stranger wasn't something that she liked to do. However, if she was going to do it, she wanted some extra money for it. Peddling her ass for cash wasn't a decision that required much soul-searching from the young couple. Janet was already involved in entry level sex-work, they had an open relationship, and they wanted more money. She'd always been open-minded. Golden showers were part of the foreplay before she gave up her cherry at the tender age of fifteen. Now that she was twenty-one, making some extra money while lying on her back seemed like a good idea. Why not get paid for doing something that she loved doing in private?
***
The last john of the day was about to arrive. He was a regular, and paid well, but the sessions were usually pretty rough. Fortunately, and this was the only reason she agreed to keep on seeing him, the sessions were mercifully short, and only happened every other month giving her time to recover from the abuse that he dished out.
All the little demented gnome wanted was a hard, fast, rough fuck. Once he’d done his business inside her, he said goodbye and left. No cuddling or asking for another shot on goal. His appearance was hideous, all dandruff, a bad comb-over, a beer-gut, and brown, crooked teeth. A phone call from him signaled that he was on her floor – she opened the door, peeked out, and motioned him inside. He put her donation - a thick stack of green dollar bills on the television set. It was beautiful. That was a sight that really made her pussy wet.
"Let's get a good luck at you."
Twirling around in her canvas sneakers, Janet gave the client an idea of what he was going to get front and back. Her unruly mop of red curls was tied up in a scrunchie and the pony tail sat high on the back of her head. As old guys went, he was also pretty unusual inasmuch as he really enjoyed her alternative, college look. Most of her clients preferred the bareback blow-jobs and multiple shots on goal that she offered during a session, not her wardrobe, piercings, or tattoos.
She wore a short, faded denim mini-skirt, and an old green t-shirt she had picked up at a vintage clothing store. It was paper-thin, and her nipples poked up through the fabric like plump gum-drops. She stood there, hands on her hips, and smiled at him. On a whim, she lifted up her skirt and turned around, wiggled her big backside at him, and clapped her bum-cheeks at him. Her dark green with light green polka dot g-string had frilly lace trim and was swallowed up by her massive buttocks. He groaned. She giggled.
"Like what you see?"
Without saying a word he walked up to her, lifted up her t-shirt, pushed her bra down, and grabbed her fat jugs. His grip was hard, and it made Janet wince. He honked her breasts.
"Milk, milk."
Janet smiled and then gasped as his hands dived under her panties, looking for her pee hole. His fingertips brushed through her luxuriant ginger bush as his probing digits sought out her fuck-hole. Her vajayjay was dry, but slowly began to lubricate in response to this extremely crude attempt at foreplay.
"Lemonade."
Just as suddenly as the john had started fingering her, he stopped, and pushed her face down on the bed. Her ass hung over the edge of the bed. With one hand he resumed fingering her twat, and with the other hand he pushed her skirt higher up her midriff, and then pulled her thong off her legs. After huffing on the green fabric, he let it flutter down to the floor. Evidently she wasn't the only person who got off on her scent. A tube of lubricant and a condom was on the night table beside Janet. He reached for the lube and squirted a liberal amount of fuck grease in her butt-crack and massaged it roughly into her pooper.
There was no pleasant teasing or foreplay. He just forced two lube covered fingers past her sphincter muscle, and jabbed them in and out to spread the lube around. Grinding her teeth for a moment, the agony was too much, and Janet cried out in pain at this violation of her special bathroom place. The client liked to play rough, and she knew she would be well-compensated for the pain that was inflicted on her. She knew that as far as the john was concerned, any pain he inflicted on her was a value add. She just kept reminding herself he had respected her limits before, and that the money from this session was going to allow her to spend the week getting baked and getting her brains fucked out by Mike.
"Round the back fudge is made."
The man struggled for a few minutes to get the condom on, and then lined up his unusually large member against Janet's asshole. He jammed it in. Janet screamed as his pecker forced its way past her tight sphincter muscle and buried it deep inside her bowels. Her dirt-pipe felt like it was on fire. Janet tried to clear her mind and remember all the happy times that Mike had taken her ass. If she pushed out like she was taking a shit it was a very enjoyable experience. Of course, Mike was a much more gentle and considerate lover. The john wanted to make clearing her mind as difficult as possible. His fist slammed into Janet's skull with explosive force. For a moment, Janet saw stars, but the searing pain in her asshole brought her around quickly. It was at times like this that Janet wondered if it was really worth the money.
"You dumb bitch. Real skanks don't wear panties."
"Urf. Yes, sir. uurrgghh"
Another love tap to the back of her skull. It hurt, but he didn't use as much force as he had last time.
"Say it cunt."
"Urf. Yessir.ugghh. Real skanks don't wear panties.Owwwie"
As if to drive his point his home, he pulled his cock back and then rammed it up her ass as hard as he could. Tears rolled down her cheeks and Janet cried out in pain as the john's anal assault began in earnest. Grabbing her ponytail in his hand, he pulled back hard, lifting up Janet's head and eliciting another surprised gasp from her. Using her hair as a handle. What an original touch. It certainly wasn't the biggest cock she had ever had in her narrow back passage, but the guy certainly knew how to inflict a lot of damage with it. It felt like he was going to tear her open back there. In vain she pushed out as if she was trying to take a dump, but that didn't really do much to ease the pain.
"Urghf."
It was a little undignified, but Janet found that grunting helped ease the pain of an anal violation. As an added bonus, the men seemed to get off on it, and finished a little quicker. She grunted in time to his thrusts as his big balls slapped against her chunky thighs and her fat bum-cheeks jiggled from the force of the pounding she was receiving.
"Urgh"
The john stopped his anal assault, balls deep in her ass, and felt around on the floor, looking for her panties. He let go of her ponytail, and Janet let her head hang down. Janet's neck felt sore from the forceful way his hands held her pony-tail back as he nailed her fat can. Unfortunately, her relief wasn't going to last very long. Janet's customer placed the thong around her head, wedged the crotch of the panties into her mouth, and pulled back on the thong like a pair of reins. This was even worse than the earlier physical abuse. This was humiliating. The john was treating her as if she was livestock and not a human being. And he was using her panties to do it.
"Ugh. ouch."
Her mouth was forced open and saliva dripped off her chin as he resumed pounding her dirt-pipe. Part of Janet hated this degradation, but a part of her got off on it. It made her cunt wet. It was a good thing that she wasn't wearing panties anymore, as her arousal would have been painfully obvious. Suddenly he dropped the thong. Janet hung her head down with weary relief but clenched the panties in her teeth. She knew what boys liked. Submissive bitches. The end was near.
Placing his hands on her wide hips, he sodomized her anus quickly and vigorously, thrusting in and out like a jackhammer. Holding her hips tightly, his thrusts continued to pick up speed as he fucked in and out of her tight little asshole. Grunting, she could feel him tense up as he got ready to ejaculate. Janet was relieved that he was about to finish his business inside her. Janet could feel him tense up as he came inside the condom and she felt relief when he pulled his dick out of her ravaged rectum.
"Ooooooohhhhh..."
"Fuck yeah, bitch."
A friendly slap on her bottom made Janet blush. The john was still breathing heavily from the strain of his recent efforts. Gradually, his gasps subsided, and they enjoyed a brief moment of post-coital silence together. Janet knew her job wasn't over, and there wasn't any point in dragging things out any further. She knew what was expected of her, and prepared for the final level of degradation. Eye level with the john's dick, she was shocked to realize that the condom was no longer on his prick.
She looked up at the john, who was laughing at her. He had pulled a cell-phone out of his jacket pocket.
"It's there. Stand up and spread those cheeks so I can get a close-up."
Janet hadn't thought the indignities being piled on her couldn't get any worse, but they kept on coming. She did as she was told, and spread her cheeks so her customer could take a picture of the used rubber dangling part way out of her asshole. She prayed it wasn't broken, and extracted it gingerly using her fingertips. Getting back on her knees, Janet held it up as the semen pooled down into the tip. Janet got paid the big bucks because of the show that she put on. The smell made her cringe as she gingerly bit off the tip of the condom and let the jizz pool into her mouth. She held her mouth open like a good little slut while the john took some more pictures with his cell phone, then swallowed, and finally opened her mouth again to show what a good, well-trained cunt she was.
****
The client tipped generously, and paid some extra money for Janet's thong. She felt like a real skank as she traipsed over to the hotel across the street. They used some of the customer’s generous payout to stay at a luxury suite for the evening. Mike liked to reestablish his dominance after a john fucked her, and he pushed her down on her knees after they crossed the thresh-hold of the hotel room. She understood his need to feel special, but Janet had other things on her mind. First and foremost, her bladder was killing her, and she just wanted to take off the damn pumps. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into her head. She could kill two birds with one stone.
"Set up the camera. Quickly. I'm going to do something for you that I've never done for anybody else."
She tore off her clothes, flinging them aside as Mike set up the camera, getting it focused on her as she did her hurried striptease. She sprinted over to the courtesy coffee maker, grabbed a mug, and returned to the spot where she had undressed. Mike loved pee play, and he was going to jizz in his boxers when saw what she was about to do next. Janet squatted over the coffee cup and with a groan of relief, let fly into the mug. The piss poured out in a gushing yellow stream, and she closed her eyes as the relief washed over her. When she half opened her eyes, she was pleased to notice that Mike was stroking himself as her water filled the mug and flowed over on to the carpet. The torrent soon became a trickle, and she squeezed a few last spurts out. Finally a dribble trickled out of her wet snatch and she was finished.
"There is something special I can do for you that I've never done for anyone else."
Picking up the coffee cup off the floor, Janet lifted it up and drank the bitter, salty contents. Some of it dribbled down her chin. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. The speed with which she guzzled was an attempt to turn him on, and not because it grossed her out. The urine made her throat and chest glisten. Janet then got down on her hands and her knees, with her fat rump sticking out in the air, and lapped up the urine that had spilled on the carpet. Hearing movement, she looked up and watched as Mike moved around behind her.
Janet could hear him unzipping his fly. She readied herself as his thick member rubbed against her sore asshole, and then moved down further to her pussy. He rubbed the head of his prick against her hairy slit, and gently pushed it inside her sopping wet snatch, popping the tip of his prick in and out of her twat, teasing her. Grabbing her hips, he began to push his dick slowly into her snatch. She moaned with delight, and he gently began to fuck her. Janet loved Mike's dick. It wasn't very long, but it was very wide, and she felt so full when he was inside her. As her cunt grew accustomed to his impressive girth, he began to hump her more vigorously. Pushing her face down into the damp carpet, Mike rutted Janet hard.
It made her feel like such a submissive little bitch when he took her in this fashion. She groaned as he plowed her forcefully, his cock punching in and out of her pussy furiously. Moments like this made the anal assault she had endured all worthwhile. All Janet wanted to do was to please her man. He grunted as he got up off his knees, half squatting over her big backside, trying to drive his cock into her twat as far as it would go. She loved it as he slammed into her. It was painful, but it was a good hurt. His thrusts became faster and more violent as he gripped her wide hips and slammed into her again and again. She could feel him tense up, and he pushed his cock deep into her vagina, flooding her womb with his seed, and he grunted with satisfaction. She groaned, and as he lay on top of her panting, she fiddled with her clit and got herself, moaning with pleasure at the thought of being marked by his semen.
Mike climbed off her and rummaged around briefly in his messenger bag and pulled out a bottle of champagne. Dazed she stayed in the doggie position until a loud queef tumbled out of her cunt. Blushing she jumped up and kissed him on the cheek.
"Sorry, you're so big."
"Yeah, baby. What I lack in length, I more than make up for in width."
"I feel so fucked."
As he stepped out of the room to fill the ice bucket, Janet scampered out on to the balcony in nothing but her birthday suit, her big bum jiggling and her boobies bouncing as she moved. Being nude always made her feel like a nymph. She slipped into the jacuzzi, and waited for Mike's return. They sipped champagne, cuddled, and nuzzled, chatting about the days events. His cock got hard again, and he stood up, presenting his penis to her mouth for service.
Janet took his thick dick in her hands, gently slapping it around for a few minutes. Moving forward, she rubbed his cock against her cheek and ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Mike had a huge boner now. Stepping back, he slapped her with his cock, the blows falling on her forehead, cheeks and noses. She closed her eyes and smiled while he did this. Taking back the initiative, she grabbed his dick with one hand and gripped the base firmly while she fisted his shaft up and down. Using her tongue and the fingers of her other hand, she teased and stroked the head of Mike's prick. Janet popped the head of Mike's cock into her mouth, and sucked on the head. Fluttering her tongue around the tip of his dick, she tried to get as much saliva as she could on it. Mike loved a wet blow-job. She did this for about a minute, while Mike moaned in appreciation. He slapped her hands off the base of his penis.
Janet put her arms behind her back and leaned forward. As she did so, she opened her mouth as wide as possible. Mike grabbed her pony-tail and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. He held it there for a moment, and she coughed around his shaft. She breathed shallowly through her nose. He reached down and pinched her nostrils close. Unable to contain her gag reflex for long, Janet gagged and heaved as she struggled for air.
She pushed him away, and he stood there as she gasped and heaved. Drool dripped off her chin and onto her chest. Her tits glistened with saliva. Mike resumed his assault, forcing his cock down her throat. Janet held her breath longer this time but her gag reflex kicked in sooner, and unable to hold down the contents of her stomach, she puked up on his cock. Her vision started to fade, and Janet tried to push Mike away, but he kept his cock planted firmly down her throat. A fart tumbled out of her puckered starfish. Mike was too busy raping her mouth to notice, but it still made Janet blush. Gasping and retching around his dick, he suddenly pulled out, and she puked again. Vomit and saliva coat her chest now, and pooled around her tits in the hot tub. Janet gasped for breath, and he roughly yanked her head around by her ponytail, forcing her head up.
"Say it cunt."
"Fuck my face daddy."
Mike slapped her. It stung, but probably wouldn't leave any marks.The pecker plunged back into her maw. Conflicting emotions welled up inside Janet. On the one hand, she felt like a piece of meat as Mike reamed out her throat. But she also felt strangely empowered. No matter how roughly he fucked her mouth, and what he did to her sometimes bordered on oral rape, she was the one getting him off. His pleasure was in her hands, or willing throat if he felt like skull-fucking her.
"Blaw, blawb, blawwb"
The tip of his johnson was now rubbing up against Janet's tonsils. Mike had eased up a bit, allowing her some time to recover.She started to retch again as his penis pushed further down her throat. Choking on his cock, tears rolled down her face as she struggled to take it all down her throat. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, flicking up and down the head of Mike's shaft as her plump limps formed a perfect cocksuckers "O".
Using her ponytail like a handle, he forcefully held her head down on his member. He moved his cock rapidly in an out of her mouth, and fucked it like a cunt. Keeping her head down, he grunted and shot his cock snot down her throat. Thinking he was finished, Janet tried to pull away. However a new taste soon wipes away the old, and she greedily gulped down his second offering. Being used as his personal urinal really gets her girl goo flowing. The act is so submissive and intimate. It speaks to a shared trust and understanding between the two lovers.
"May I cum, Daddy."
"Of course you can little cunt. Get out of the tub and spread 'em wide so I can watch."
He said nasty things to her while she jilled off. She got off quickly. Putting on a show for her lover was always fun. After scampering off to the bathroom to brush her teeth and gargle with some mouthwash, Janet crawled into bed with Mike. He was sleeping, and she spooned him. Looking at him as he slept, her heart leaped with the thrill of the knowledge that he was the one. They would be together forever.
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