by West, Sam
“It ain’t gonna suck itself, ugly girl. What’s the matter? You don’t look the type to get bothered by a little bit of cock cheese.”
Fuck!
She turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut, fighting down the wave of nausea. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her lips around it.
And promptly threw up. Hot sick consisting of pies and semen erupted up from her stomach. After two or three heaves she was able to get a hold of herself.
“Well, if that’s the way you feel about it, you can fuck off,” he said bending down with obvious physical discomfort to pull up his trousers.
“No, wait,” she said, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. “Please, just let me try again.”
She didn’t wait for his reply and pulled the trousers out of his grip, latching her lips around the foul shaft for the second time.
This time around it wasn’t quite as vile. Her saliva from the first attempt had cleaned away some of the putrid gunge, and the main taste in her mouth right now was her own vomit. Which was a million times better than his cock. She held her breath and sucked him all the way down. The thing barely even touched her tonsils. She felt something tacky dislodge beneath the foreskin and slip down the back of her throat. She gagged again, her nostrils flaring.
No! Don’t throw up.
Resolutely, she worked through it, her head bobbing up and down at speed. She forced herself not to think about the slimy tastes that coated the inside of her mouth.
After what felt like an age, although it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, his cock swelled to a rock hard state and exploded in her mouth. His ejaculate was bitter and fishy, sending her reeling when it swamped her mouth. She gulped it down as quickly as possible but there was no escaping the disgusting taste.
When he had finished squirting in her mouth she fell backwards, retching and gagging.
I’ve done it! Oh thank God.
Pam lurched her to her feet, holding onto the smelly bin for support. When she had sufficiently composed herself and she was reasonably sure she wasn’t going to chuck up, she made her way on trembling legs down the alleyway.
“That was some blowjob, ugly girl,” he called after her.
She stopped in her tracks, a thought suddenly occurring to her.
“Do you have a dog?”
“What?”
“Never mind. Goodbye old man.”
Pam smiled to herself as she stepped back out onto the street. She should be proud of herself, she was doing really well. A swig of coke was all she needed now, and then she would be as right as rain.
She hadn’t got far down the road when she eyed her next potential victim. She intended to wait until sundown to complete this particular task, but it would surely be bad karma to look this gift horse in the mouth.
“Hi,” she said to the tramp.
The tramp with a dog. A potential double whammy.
He was sitting in a derelict shop doorway, his manky looking, malnourished Labrador curled up next to his upturned cap filled with pennies.
The homeless man looked up at her with glazed, dark brown eyes. It was impossible to tell his age as a wild looking beard obscured the lower half of his face. It was dark though, so he might have been young. Not that it mattered.
“Spare a quid for a cup of tea, Miss?”
“I can do better than that. I’ll spare you five thousand if you do as I ask and loan me your dog.”
His eyes instantly lost the glazed look.
“I’m sorry, you’ll do what if I what?”
Pam realised in that moment that this guy was in full possession of his marbles, not like the other one she’d met by the duck pond.
“Five thousand pounds. It’s yours if you come with me to the common and let me suck you off and get your dog to fuck me.”
“Lady, I might be homeless but that doesn’t give you the right to come over and fucking abuse me. Go wind someone else up you crazy bitch.”
“I’m not winding you up. Do you want the money or not?”
The fact that he wasn’t insane made her pause. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Does it matter?” She pulled a wad of notes out of her jeans pocket and handed it to him. “Here, take it.”
His eyes widened in utter disbelief.
“You cannot be fucking serious.”
“I am. Deadly. If you don’t want to do it, then fine, you can keep the money. There’s a thousand pounds there. But if you do, after we’re done, we’ll go the cashpoint and draw out the rest.”
The dog cocked its head and looked beseechingly up at its owner with Bambi-esque brown eyes.
“OK, fine, we’ll play along with your sick little games lady. But I swear to God, if this is a trick I’ll fucking kill you.”
Pam smiled humourlessly. “No trick.”
Just magic.
Clapham Common was even busier than it had been this morning with people enjoying the warm autumn weather. Half of her expected to see the boys that had gangbanged her this morning. But the Common was a big place and they were probably long gone. Her new companion shuffled shambolically along next to her as she led him into the wooded area. Neither of them spoke, each locked in their own thoughts with the dog sticking close to his owner. London being London, no one even so much as glanced at them. She was really beginning to love this city.
Once they were amongst the trees in a secluded spot, Pam took the tramp by the hand and led him to a broad tree. She pushed him up against it and sunk to her knees before him.
“This is wrong,” he said, as she pulled his cock out through the trousers that were stiff with filth and therefore of unidentifiable material.
She silenced his protest by sucking down his flaccid penis.
It wasn’t completely dissimilar to the old man’s.
How much cock cheese can one girl eat in a day?
On reflection, she decided that this cock wasn’t quite as bad as the other. It tasted strongly of piss and sweat, but it wasn’t crusted up with as much crap as the old man’s. Or maybe she was just getting hardened to the taste of rotten cock. To her relief, his penis swelled in her mouth. It would be just awful if he couldn’t get it up and she would have to go about the arduous task of finding another tramp.
It was the odour of shit emanating from below his balls that worried her the most.
Oh God, I really can’t do that…
Do it now, before he comes. He’s less likely to let you afterwards.
She licked down to his balls. They too tasted of salt and piss. The smell of shit grew stronger.
She shuddered.
I can’t.
You can.
Oh God, here goes…
Gently she lifted up his balls slightly with her fingertips and the tip of her tongue probed behind his ball sacks.
Her stomach heaved.
No, not again. Suck it up princess…
God only knew how, but she managed to get her violently clenching stomach under control. The flesh she glimpsed between his arsehole and scrotum was swollen and pin prick tight beneath the wiry pubic hair and coated in a thin layer of brown.
Against her better judgment, her tongue skated over the offending area.
“What the fuck are you doing,” he gasped, trying to wiggle away from her.
“Relax,” she managed to say without throwing up. “I’m gonna make you feel real good.”
She worked quickly, lapping up his shit and gulping it down.
The bitter, grungy taste was indescribable, it flooded her mouth and her senses. Her tongue rasped over the matted pubic hair and it took every last drop of her willpower to persevere with the disgusting task.
She was overwhelmed by dizziness and her body trembled uncontrollably when the shit slipped down her throat. It was just so strong, so pungent, like a well ripened camembert left in a kitchen cupboard to mature for a week.
Except
this wasn’t camembert. It was shit. The savoury taste of it was not something she ever wished to experience again.
When she was sufficiently happy that she had fulfilled the task to the best of her abilities, she slid the cock back into her mouth. He was still half hard, and it didn’t take much effort to suck him into his full, stiff glory.
A horrible thought suddenly occurred to her and she stopped sucking. What if he got his rocks off, and then he wouldn’t be quite so willing to get the dog to fuck her? Maybe she should try with the dog now while the tramp was horny, not sated.
Her mouth slid off the cock with a loud pop.
“Why you stop?” the tramp panted above her.
Pam stood up and kicked off her new, tan ankle boots. The jeans and knickers followed.
“Because your dog has to fuck me, remember? Can you make him fuck me?”
The tramp laughed but there was little humour in the sound. He tucked his spit-shined penis back in his crusty old trousers and squared his shoulders.
“You’re a crazy fucking bitch.”
“Maybe. Just, please, will you help? If you don’t you can forget the four grand. And me finishing you off.”
“Come here boy,” he said to the placid creature that had been watching them nearby. “Do you want to play?”
The dog didn’t look convinced. It came over to its master, the golden, matted tail stuck firmly between its legs.
Pam just stood there, naked from the waist down. What was she supposed to do? Get down on all fours and wait for the dog to fuck her? Was that even possible?
“Lie on your back and open your legs,” the tramp ordered. “Let Fido nuzzle you, get to know your smells.”
Fido, she thought humourlessly. I’m about to let a dog called Fido eat my pussy.
As she lay down and spread her spotty white thighs, she didn’t think that anything could, or would ever come close to matching the sheer depravity of this moment.
“That’s it, there’s a good boy,” the tramp cooed, “come and have a sniff of this rotten meat.”
Pam propped herself up on her elbows and shuddered in revulsion when the dog’s cold nose buried into her gash. He snorted air on her vagina, hot and wet and tickly. She cringed when she felt a rough tongue lapping at her sensitive folds.
“I think he likes you,” the tramp said. “There’s a good boy.”
Pam closed her eyes for a second as the dog made a meal of her pussy. Snuffling, snorting, licking, the dog was having a great time. Her mind drifted to Wayne as the involuntary sexual reaction to having her clit massaged by a firm tongue took hold. Wayne had never liked going down on her. He said she smelled of old fish and that he always broke out in mouth ulcers and got a sore throat on the rare occasions he bothered.
Pam had kind of missed it. And quite a lot too, judging from her body’s treacherous reaction.
“You might want to return the favour, lady,” the tramp suggested helpfully. “Give Fido’s cock a little rub.”
Pam sat upright some more and the dog’s nose followed the movements of her body. He was definitely keen. She couldn’t remember the last time a male had shown so much interest in her pussy juices.
How am I supposed to do this?
From this position, it was impossible for her to reach the dog’s penis.
“Help me out, here,” she snapped at the tramp. “That’s what I’m paying for. Would you please get your dog to fuck me?”
This was even more difficult and horrible than she thought it was going to be. And that was really saying something.
“Fine,” the tramp said, not sounding at all happy about helping. “Come here boy, good dog. Clever Fido.” He swivelled the dog around so its torso was angled slightly and its nether regions were in easier reach. “Touch it then, I ain’t doing it, this is your party, lady.”
The grotesque reality of the situation smacked her full in the face and the rasping tongue no longer inspired warm and fuzzy feelings.
Wincing, she reached out to touch the dog’s penis. Fido yelped, not at all happy about a human touching his doggy privates. If it hadn’t of been for his master holding him firmly in place, he would have squirmed away.
Pam felt sick as she fumbled around for the dog’s penis. It was still inside the dog’s body, encased by the hairy, tubular covering with the little black balls at the base.
Ah ha! There we go…
She felt something spongy but hard pop out of the top of it. Shuddering in revulsion, she massaged it with her fingertips. When she glimpsed between the dog’s hindquarters, she saw the bright pink worm that was the dog’s penis.
Oh my God, this is disgusting, I really can’t do this…
But she persevered. Pam was nothing if not a trooper.
The dog’s movements grew more frantic, and to her joy and revulsion, he began to hump her leg.
“Get on all fours quick,” the tramp instructed. “I think he’s ready.”
Pam did as he asked, just pleased in that moment that she no longer had to look at the bloody dog.
She couldn’t see what the tramp was doing, but she could tell he was manhandling the dog into position. She felt fur on her bare rump and the backs of her thighs, and the scratch of paws on her exposed flesh.
She winced in physical pain and mental torment, but steadfastly she held her ground.
It’s almost over. You’ve come so far, you’re doing really well.
“Your arse is too fat,” the tramp complained, “Fido doesn’t exactly have a long cock and he can’t get inside. You’re gonna have to spread your cheeks for him so he can get in.”
“But I can’t,” she moaned, close to breaking down in tears. “I’ll lose my balance if I have my hands behind my back.”
“Christ, you’re a useless fat bitch, aren’t you? You’ll just have to hold open one cheek and balance on the other hand. I’ll hold open the other half and help Fido in.”
Holding herself up with her right hand, she pulled on her flabby left arse cheek, exposing her stretched, brown stained rectum.
The tramp pushed the other cheek to one side and her humiliation was complete. It was uncomfortable too, it felt like her crack was about to rip open.
“Come on Fido, there’s a good boy, stick your little willy in here.”
To Pam’s horror, the dog went for the nearest hole. Her crack, drenched with dog slobber, made Fido’s entry into her rectum easier. The pain was minimal, and didn’t bother her. But the very idea of what she was doing made her mind turn in on itself. She actually felt something snap in her mind, a horrible moment of clarity when she realised that she was no better than the animal fucking her; a self-serving, ruthless, heartless, amoral, whore.
She was a bitch and she deserved to die. She knew this. Instead she stuck her arse further out, allowing the dog better access.
The animal didn’t last long. She felt it hammering its little prick into her at speed, the canine semen shooting way up inside her lower colon.
At last, the horrific ordeal was over. The tramp gave her little time to recover.
“My turn,” he said, pulling her up onto to her knees with his dirty hands in her armpits.
His cock shoved into her mouth once more. She didn’t protest, she hadn’t come so far on this hellish journey to fall at the last hurdle. As she sucked off the tramp, the dog rammed its cold nose up her arsehole, hovering up the spunk it had expelled. She didn’t dare push the damn thing away because the tramp was on the brink of coming, which meant that she was mere seconds away from completing her task.
She almost sobbed in relief when the tramp emptied his load in her mouth. Gratefully she gulped down the toe curlingly bitter ejaculate.
When she was done she flopped onto her back, openly sobbing and panting and laughing a little too.
“I want my money, bitch,” the tramp said. “Get your ugly cunt dressed and take me to a cashpoint, like you promised.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, stumbling slightly as she st
epped into her jeans.
The walk to the nearest ATM seemed to take forever. All she wanted now was the tramp and his mutt to piss off and leave her alone. But as much as she hated it, she was stuck with them.
Back in town, she stuck her card in the ATM.
Maximum withdrawl, £500.00 blared the screen.
Fuck!
With trembling fingers she tapped in her number and withdrew five hundred.
“It’s all it would give me,” she said, handing him the wad of notes.
The tramp snatched them. “You said five thousand.”
“I know. I’m sorry, this is the maximum I can draw out. Look, I’ve just given you one thousand, five hundred pounds. Can’t we leave it at that?”
“No.”
He was beginning to irk her. “What do you expect me to do? It’s Saturday afternoon, all the banks are shut. It’s that or nothing.”
“You said five thousand.”
His eyes flashed angrily and his mucky hands balled into fists.
“I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do.”
“Give me your card.”
“What? No!”
“Give it. Now.”
“No! What would be the point? I’ll only report it as stolen straight away and you won’t be able to use it.”
“You won’t be able to report nothing if you’re lying dead in a ditch.”
Pam glanced around herself. This was a busy street, even if every single passer by ignored them.
“What are you going to do?” she asked with more bravado than she felt. “Attack me in the street in broad daylight in front of all these people?”
His shoulders visibly slumped. “After everything you made me do.”
Everything I made you do? What about what I had to do? Jesus.
“I’m walking away from you, right now. Take your money and leave me alone.”
She turned her back to him and walked away.
He’s going to come flying after me. He’s going to stab me in the back with a knife, I’m as good as dead.