by MIMI WILDE
Everyone was in the living room seated at the table as she walked through. She went into the back bedroom where her shopping bags had been left. She cried softly as she pulled on the French maid outfit with the black stiletto heels. She wore black lacy panties, but no bra. The top of the costume looked obscene with her breasts bulging up over the cups.
Ed followed her into the bedroom and he whistled. “Hot damn, you look good.’
“Do I have to do this, Ed,” she said miserably.
“You’ll love it, Betty darling,” Ed said. “Now drink this so you relax a little.’
He handed her a beer and she sat on the edge of the bed and drank it slowly. Her first taste of beer had been awful and this one didn’t taste much better, but she drank it down. The alcohol did relax a little.
“Now here is how it’s going to work. You’re going to take the booze into the kitchen and make us all strong drinks. You’re going to bring out the chips and dip and maybe make those of those little tiny finger sandwiches. The men are going to feel you up while we play cards, and then when we’re done, we’re going to fuck the hell out of you.”
“George too,” she whispered. “Couldn’t you send him away? I went to school with George.”
“Just think of him as just another cock filling that luscious pussy of yours,” Ed said.
The men were not going to force her to do anything. She knew that. But the truth about her mother had stunned her. And she had a sense that she was helpless. She knew she would both hate and love what the men were about to do to her. Even George.
In the kitchen, she made drinks. She served them the drinks and chips and sandwiches as they played. They played cards for a couple of hours and all the time they played with her body. A couple of times he was pulled down into laps and her breasts were freed. William was the worst. He pulled her down and freed them and actually slapped them while he laughed. After that, she had to have another beer. And another.
And she started drinking the vodka. She was getting high, but she didn’t care. She wanted to be high. She wanted to forget every moral value and her guilt, and revel in the debauchery that was about to happen.
The last time she served the drinks, the game came to a close and now it was her turn.
William pulled her down into his lap again. He easily released her breasts from the flimsy top and he started slapping them again.
“I wonder if your Momma had tits like this,” he said, laughing.
He was drunk and it brought out more of his natural cruelty. He pulled her against him and he kissed her and his lips felt hard and demanding. There was no gentleness in him as he dropped her out of his lap onto her knees on the floor.
William stood up. He gripped her by the hair and unzipped himself. In seconds he had finished out his throbbing cock and slapped it against her face.
‘Yeah, you little teenaged cunt,” he said. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
“Take it easy,” Ed said.
“I don’t take it easy with little teenaged bitches,” William said.
He pulled her neck back until it was painful.
“Tell us what you are, bitch,” he said.
“I’m a teenage bitch,” she said quickly.
“And a whore,” he said.
“I’m a bitch and a whore,” she said.
He jerked her up to her feet again and then slapped her ass hard. She jumped and cried out. Ed again said for William to take it easy, but the man was insane with lust and power. He turned her around and pressed her face down on the folding card table.
“Now you’re going to find how a real man fucks,” he said.
Her tiny French waitress costume didn’t cover anything and he had little trouble ripping her flimsy panties off. Neither did he waste any time shoving his cock into her pussy. His cock went in easily because it was smaller than normal and because she was wet as hell.
She was ashamed she was so wet, but the rough treatment, the atmosphere, was turning her on. She hated herself for it, but it was true.
“Fucking whore, cunt,” William said.
He fucked her rapidly, violently, and he didn’t last long. She barely felt anything. She was only aware when he was finished when he gave a groan and his cock slipped out of her. But he had unfortunately left her with an itch and she raised her head to see George with his sticking straight out of his pants.
“Come on, George,” she said listlessly. “Fuck me too.”
He was behind her in seconds, spreading her legs apart. He shoved his cock into her and his cock was more of the size she was used to. She found herself pushing back at him as he fucked her doggie style.
“Oh, you’re tight, baby,” George said. “I’ve wanted this for so long. I love your pussy.”
He put his hands underneath her to cup her tits as he fucked her. He squeezed with every thrust. She put her head down on the table and gave into the feelings. She was half-drink, horny, and nothing mattered. These men wanted a whore and she was giving them a whore.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me like a whore.”
George rammed into her groaning, and then he pulled back and then slammed her again. He was getting here quickly. He gave a yelp as his prick jumped inside her and his cum was already spurting into her. Two men in one night and she wasn’t done. George hadn’t fucked her long enough to give her release, and now she needed it desperately. She looked up, her eyes begging Charles. He was the only one who had completely undressed and he was stroking his cock.
“You want it, Princess?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then beg me, Princess.”
No self-respect. Nothing left. She cried out in frustration and shame. “Yes, I need it. Fuck me, please. You know you want to stick your cock in my cunt. You know you want to fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
And then he stepped behind, laughing, and shoved his prick into her. He slammed her deep and hard and just the touch of his prick made her shiver. She pushed back against him as he thrust into her. He fucked her like a pile driver, driving his hard cock in and out of her cunt as hard and deep as he could. All of the men were so excited that one of them could last long, but at least this time Charles lasted long enough. Her hips jerking off the table, she felt the first slight orgasm shake her and then a more powerful one grew in her belly and exploded outwards so violently that it was almost painful. It took her breath away. She shoved back against him one more time and felt his cum spilling into her. He gave a soft groan and kept his prick inside her until it went soft and slipped out of her. She felt slick with cum, but it wasn’t done yet as Ed moved behind her.
“Move your ass, Princess,” Ed said. “Get me off.”
She felt exhausted but somehow she shook her ass from side to side as Ed started thrusting into her. She also tried to squeeze her cunt walls together. Ed placed a hand on each side of her hip and positioned her where he wanted her as he kept thrusting.
“Talk to me, Princess,” he said.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me hard. Use me like a whore.”
She kept talking to him, using all the words she had ever heard. Her words encouraged him to fuck her faster. She lifted her head and looked straight ahead at the wall above the television set. There was a painting of a boat on the waves. The boat seemed to be moving each time he thrust into her. It was almost mesmerizing.
“Oh fuck,” Ed moaned. “Fucking hell. Oh fuck.”
And Ed’s cock spurted. Four men had fucked her. Four men had shot cum into her pussy. She truly was a whore.
…..
The party wasn’t over. More beer. More vodka. She crawled around the floor a couple of times. She talked dirty to George. The rest of them couldn’t get hard yet, but George was younger. He got hard quickly. She found herself with a cock in her mouth and later another in her pussy. George came in her face, rubbing his cum into her hair and into her skin. It became a game. All of them wanted to come in her face. She felt like a dirty slut.
William took pictures.
At six in the evening they were finally done with her, but she was not allowed to clean herself up. Instead, she was told to drive home in the French waitress costume. No underwear. Cum clinging to her hair and eyelids, at the corner of her mouth. Dried on her tits.
The last thing she needed was her mother to meet at the door. She waited for the explosion of rage, but instead her mother shook her head sadly and told her to go clean herself up and put on some pajamas.
It took her an hour in the bath before she felt human again. Her mother had made her a sandwich, but she couldn’t eat it. Her stomach wasn’t settled.
“William Davis called while you were in the bath,” her mother said. “He wants to make sure you’re free for a party next week. He has some friends coming in from out of town.”
She looked down at her plate. She felt even sicker.
“You have to leave here,” her mother said. “You have to leave this town.”
“I can’t do that,” she said. “I can’t leave you.”
“You have to leave me,” her mother said. “Or you’ll end up like me. I hoped it wouldn’t happen to me, but I guess you have my genes.”
“I don’t understand.”
Her mother left her for a moment and returned with a shoebox.
“I don’t know why I kept these,” her mother said. “I guess, it was to remind me of what I was, but maybe it was because at heart I’m a fucking whore.”
Betty looked at her cherubic faced mother in shock. She had never known her mother to use such language.
“I tried to do right by you, Betty. I tried to be a good mother.”
“But you were.”
“Look at the pictures.”
There were black and white Polaroid’s of a generation before. They were of her mother, all in various stages of undress. And there were men. Lots of different men. In some of the pictures she was lifting her face up so the men could come in her face. Just like Betty had done earlier. And in one picture… Betty looked at her mother with even greater shock.
“You’re doing that,” Betty said.
“I did a lot worse,” her mother said. “That’s why you have to leave and you have to leave tonight. Walter Davis is a man like his father. He will drag you through the mud and slime and leave you without an ounce of respect.”
“I don’t have much now,” Betty admitted.
“Then get out of here,” her mother said. “Find a new job. Find a new place. I’ll give you all the money I have so you can live for a while. Just go.”
The two women hugged tightly, tears in both their eyes.
Hurriedly, Betty packed her bags. She hugged her mother one last time.
“I’ll call you,” Betty said, and she hurried outside to her new life.
CHAPTER FIVE
ONE YEAR LATER
Betty felt exhausted. She had spent a long evening working in the charity word at the local hospital. Despite all the things that had happened to her in her home town, Betty still had a good heart. She was just careful not to allow it to overcome her good sense. She had not avoided men since she had moved away, but she dated infrequently. There were a few men she was tempted to lose control with, but she stopped dating them immediately. She didn’t want to end up in the same position again. She didn’t want to feel like a whore anymore.
Although sometimes she had a terrible sense of need, and she wanted to find someone, anyone to fill her pussy. Somehow she kept those feelings away.
She had a good job in a little insurance agency. She did the typing and filing and answering the phone. It didn’t pay a lot, but it was enough to let her rent a small apartment with cable, and it put groceries on the table. Occasionally, she called her mother. Nothing much had changed in her home. Tom had come around asking about her, but her mother would not give him details on where she lived now. It was good. Tom was a part of the past.
Betty wanted to keep him that way.
Betty parked her car and walked wearily up the steps to her apartment. It was a warm evening. From somewhere she could hear a radio playing. She could smell fresh cut grass. At the top of the stairs a man waited. It took her a moment before she recognized him.
“Bob,” she said.
The same truck driver who had once fucked her in his truck cab and then had offered to pay her. He had changed. He was clean shaven, and he wore an expensive looking suit. He still had a sense of the sadness that had drawn her to him, but it wasn’t as bad any longer.
“I’ve had a hell of a time finding you,” he said.
“But why would you want to find me?” she questioned.
“For a lot of reasons, but mostly because you can’t tease a man with the sweetest pussy he’s ever gotten and then run away.”
“You thought I was a whore,” she said.
“What else was I to think? A beautiful young girl, gives herself to a stranger a truck stop? What else was I supposed to think?”
“Go away,” she said tiredly.
“Not until we’ve talked,” he said.
“You don’t want to talk,” she said. “You just want to fuck me again. Well, maybe this time I will charge you for it. Then I can really be a whore.”
“Let’s go inside,” he said.
She fought against the tears stinging her eyes and fumbled for her keys. He finally took them out of her hand and opened the door for her. She stumbled inside and went first to the bathroom where she washed her face and then went back out to find Bob sitting on her couch. Damn, he was a big, good looking man. She felt a fluttering sensation in her belly just looking at him. It had been a while since she had felt a cock inside her, and she knew he had a big one.
“Sit here,” Bob said.
There was a confidence in his voice that made her obey him instantly. She sat primly across from her with her legs tightly together.
“The truth is I do want to fuck you again,” Bob said. “If you want to put it so bluntly. But it’s more than that. I want you to be with me. I want you to be my woman.”
“Your wife,” she said.
“That’s for the future to decide,’ Bob said. “Now I want to get to know you and for you to know me. I don’t know how to explain it, but I saw something special in your eyes that day. I saw a true kindness. I want to know who you are.”
“How did you find me?” she asked.
“It took me a hell a long time, but I’m afraid that I found you on the Internet.”
Her heart hammered fast. “On the internet?”
“A guy named William Davis put some pictures of you on the internet. I couldn’t believe it was you, but it was. I went to see Mr. Davis and we had a talk. I’m afraid I might have knocked him around some.”
“You had a fight?” Betty questioned.
He shook his head. “It wasn’t a fight. I just asked him some questions and I bitch slapped him when he didn’t answer. It took a while, but I got my answers. Then I went to see a couple of other guys named Ed and Charles and George. I made sure there weren’t any more pictures of you anywhere around. I also made sure those guys would run the other way if they even heard your name. Ed was a little tougher than the others, but we finally saw eye to eye. We’re both former Marines so were were able to reach an understanding. “
“Why did you do all that?” Betty asked.
“You were a nineteen year old girl who didn’t really know what life was all about and a lot of men, including me, took advantage of that.”
“You didn’t take advantage,” she said. “If anything, I took advantage of you.”
He laughed. “Maybe so. But I talked to your Mother. She’s ready to leave. I have a little house in the town I live in that I rent out. Your Mom is going to move in there. You’re going to move into my house.”
“I am?” she asked.
“You are. Like I said, we’re going to get to know one another. Marriage might come if we both decide that’s what we want.”
She shook her head. “You don’t want me. I’m a whore.”
“You are a natural, hot-blooded young woman with a good heart. I don’t want to hear that whore stuff anymore unless I ask you to say it while we’re fucking. Now go and pack your clothes. I’m taking you home.”
“But what about my job? My life here. I just can’t up and leave.”
“Yes, you can,” he insisted.
Feeling numb, she went into her tiny bedroom and took out her suitcase. She started packing her things. She was aware Bob had entered and was leaning against the door.
“You still have that French maid costume,” Bob said.
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
“No matter,” he said. “We can buy lots of sexy clothes for you.”
She bent over to put her underwear into the suitcase and he stepped quickly behind her and pressed his body against her. His lean body felt hot and hard against her, and she felt the pressure of his stiff cock against her bottom. She gave a soft sigh as his hands reached around and cupped her breasts.
“You feel good, baby,” he said.
He stroked her nipples and she settled back against him. There were certain things she needed and there was no sense fighting anymore. Already she felt a faint flush all over at just the touch of his hands. He leaned closer and kissed her neck.
“You really beat those men up for me?” she asked.
“I keep telling you that I didn’t have to beat them up,” Bob said. “Especially that wimp guy William Davis. I just picked him up by the collar and slapped him a few times. He started whimpering and telling me anything I wanted to know. He gave me all the pictures.”
Her nipples were hard. His palms rubbed them briskly. Her breath came in short gasps. He gently pushed her down onto her face on the bed. He slowly peeled up her dress to her waist. He laughed softly as he felt how wet her panties were.
“Now this is the good girl I remembered,” he said.
His hands cupped her ass cheeks. She shivered. He slowly pulled her panties down her legs and she willingly kicked them off. It had been so long. She had a moment of fear when she remembered how big his cock had been, but it passed as she also remembered how good it had been inside her.