A Slut in Progress

Her tears trickle down over her cum and spit slicked face as she reluctantly kneels at the feet of three strangers. Her ‘date’ watching from the nearby sofa with cruel amusement as he sees how easily he can manipulate her. An hour ago she was knocking at his door, expecting a nice dinner by candlelight, maybe a glass of wine. A nice first date with her Prince Charming. And now she’s on the floor, naked and disheveled. Her face flushed with shame. On her knees surrounded by his friends. 

“Suck. Their. Cocks. Now.” He says again as she hesitates. 

The three men are still skeptical. As she had caught her breath, her arms moved to cover her intimate bits. Its clear she wasn’t expecting them. But John had bet them $50 each that she would suck their dicks if they just came over. They stand there waiting for something to happen. The girl’s bottom lip quivers sadly, but then to their astonishment, her hands uncover her chest and reach for the middle man’s belt. 

Emily can’t believe that John is making her do this, nor can she believe that she is going along with it. She still holds the tiniest shred of hope that this is all just some game and if she just does what he wants, he will love her. 

Fidgeting nervously with the man’s belt buckle, she finally manages to undo it. Another tear trickles down her sticky cheek as she moves on to the button, then lowering the zipper. The guy is in disbelief, standing there looking down at her as she slides his pants down. His half hard cock is freed and is at Emily’s eye level. She stares ahead at it nervously. She doesn’t want to do it. She doesn’t want to be a slut. But she wants him. She turns her head back to him, looking for him to save her. Maybe he was joking. Maybe he’ll stop her right before she does it. But she sees the look in his eye, the glint of his knowing stare, and she knows that she doesn’t have a choice. Leave and lose him, or suck these three men off. Its no choice at all.

Defeated, she turns back and slowly leans in until her lips kiss his shaft. Resigned to her task, she opens her mouth and presses her tongue out against him and licks. She starts at a moderate pace, licking and sliding her mouth up and down his shaft before finally taking it in. Wrapping her lips around his quickly stiffening dick and starting to bob at a gradually quickening pace. 

The other two chuckle in amazement and start to undo their own pants, quickly wanting to join in now that they know this is really gonna happen.

“Fuckkkk. I thought you were bullshitting us John!” One of them says as he pulls his underwear down, his dick fully erect already. 

“Nope, she’ll do whatever I say.” John says smugly and proudly. “Emily, tell the nice man ‘thank you’ for letting you suck his cock. Be polite.” He adds, certain that she’ll obey. 

Emily keeps sucking his dick, closing her eyes incredulously as she hears his further command. On her next upstroke, she pulls her mouth off just enough to speak, his tip still touching her lips.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock.” She says plainly before going back to sucking it, her shame pushed aside by her desire to please him. 

The man getting sucked raised his eye brows in disbelief as she starts quickly choking herself on  his dick. “You’re fucking welcome…you little slut.” He says as he reaches down and grabs her head. Confidently, he starts fucking her face as the other two men reach down and roughly grope her tits. Instinctively, her hands try to fight off theirs. John had only offered her mouth to his friends, she wants to exclaim, but the other man holds her head too firmly as he pounds his cock at her throat. 

Their hands grab her fleshy breasts and pinch her pink, sensitive nipples, easily brushing aside her feeble attempt at stopping them. With one hand each, they grab her arms and pull them up to their respective cocks and force her hands on them. As she is facefucked, she is focused more on trying to breathe and puts up little resistance as they masturbate with her hands until she gradually starts to take over the motions herself. 

She chokes and gags as the cock probes at the back of her mouth and often going all the way into her throat. Thick spit gurgles out of her mouth and dribbles down her chin. Her tears of shame and sadness give way to tears from the pain of choking. Her once pretty face that she had done up for her date is not strewn with streaks of cum, black mascara streaks, tears, and saliva. Her pale breasts red with scratches and pinches. Her groin muttered with cum from her messy panties that had been torn to shreds. But still, Emily kneels and sucks and strokes. Servicing the three men as ‘Sir’ watches while sipping a beer. 

“Quit hogging her!” One of the men being stroked says angrily as he grabs her hair and roughly yanks her away. He turns her head to him and shoves his cock into her briefly empty mouth. Her eyes bulge wide as he immediately impales her throat deeply, his cock skinnier but much longer than the other. She instinctively moves her hand to the first cock, feeling it slimy and wet from her own oral lubricant. A minute of brutal face fucking and Emily wretches as the third man pulls her to his cock. His cock is, mercifully, the smallest of the group, yet he bashes her face the hardest, slamming her nose into his crotch on every stroke. They take turns with her mouth, grabbing harshly and pulling her hair with impatience. Her head is spinning from the minimal breaths she is allowed mixed with the hard manhandling with which they toss her around. 

She feels smaller than ever before in her life. She feels ashamed of herself. She feels sad. She feels frightened. She feels hurt, both physically and emotionally. But she also finds herself wet and warm between her legs. She hates the way these men are treating her, she swears she does. But something inside her tingles whenever she catches a glimpse of John out of the corner of her eye, usually when she is being passed between cocks. He wants this, and she wants him. 

“Who’s fucking cock is your favorite you dumb little bitch?” One of the men mockingly asks as he takes her mouth for a turn. “You like my big fat dick, don’t you?” He says, mocking her as he holds her by the hair and shakes her head up and down to answer for her. 

“Nah, mine’s her favorite!” Another guy says as he pulls her away and fucks her face. 

The third guy smacks her cheek with his slobbery dick before joining in. “No fucking way! Mine is the biggest! Come on bitch! Tell us which one you like the best!!!” He says as he slaps her across the face with an open hand, knocking the cock out of her mouth so she can answer.

“JOHN’S!!!” She yells out in a sob before, on her own volition, shoving one of the three cocks back into her mouth as if she were trying to shield her mouth from any further embarrassing outburst. 

The three men scoff and go back to taking turns fucking her face, but John smirks proudly and chuckles at the pathetic display in front of him. He grabs his phone and finally stands up, his beer finally finished. He opens his camera and hits record, aiming at Emily as she kneels beneath three strangers and services their cocks with her mouth, throat, and hands.

She is in a daze, being thrown around, face fucked with three cocks. She is still of sound enough mind to notice John’s phone pointing directly at her. At first she closes her eyes and tries to shy away from the camera, but he is persistent and moves in for a closeup. 

“This is Emily. She’s a filthy little slut. Aren’t you, Emily?” He says, both to her and to the video as he records it. She tries to recoil but John’s friends are getting close and hold her steady in position, one of them fucking her face. The other two using her hands. 

“Tell the camera, Emily. I want to hear *you* say it. Say ‘I’m a filthy little slut’ for me.” He says as he moves even closer, the phone focusing closely on her face. 

The ‘for me’ that he added is a jolt to her heart. She doesn’t want to demean herself any further, but she will do anything ‘for him’. She backs off the cock as much as she is able, looks at the camera with her teary, glazed over eyes and says, “I’m a filthy little slut.” as best she can with a cock halfway in her mouth. Her voice trembles and the sentence is barely decipherable, but John grins victoriously, a look that she interprets as him being proud of her. 

Then the man in her mouth starts to groan and in a blink she feels a jet of his cum shoot into her mouth. He slams her head down and shoots another shot directly into her throat. Emily does her best to swallow his load as it comes, in an effort to keep from choking. His slimy cum coats her mouth and his cock throbs in her throat. 

As the first man continues cumming deep in her throat, the man lucky enough to have her right hand can hold back no longer. He wanted to hold out so he could finish with her mouth, but as he drifts over the edge he grabs her hand and squeezes it tight, using it to jerk himself off. His cock sprays a rope of hot sticky cum onto the side of Emily’s face while she struggles for air with her mouth stuffed full of cock. He shoots 3 or 4 sizeable jets of cum, streaking across the right side of her face, forcing one of her eyes closed. 

All the while, John films her with his phone in one hand and with his free hand he pinches at her nipples that stick out proudly. The two ejaculating men both finish, one in her throat and the other spraying her face. Finally exiting her mouth and leaving her gasping for air, they both wipe their cocks off with her hair. The man who had been using her left hand steps up, lining his hips up with her face, the only one left to cum. Before he plunges into her mouth though, John moves the camera and asks another question.

“Tell the camera you love cock.” He commands, not teasy this time. His voice is stern and serious. Emily’s heart flutters and she feels a droplet of arousal drip down her inner thigh. 

“I love cock…” She pants, her face a disgusting mess of slobber and cum. 

“You’re a dumb little whore.” He says next. 

“I’m a dumb little whore.” She repeats, barely even thinking about the words, just mindlessly agreeing. 

“You want more cum.” He says, twisting her nipple hard. 

“I want more cum.” She says through gritted teeth. 

“Good slut. Now fucking suck.” He says as he lets go of her nipple and traces his fingers down the side of her body. She immediately opens and starts shoving her head up and down, obeying him completely and totally. Her jaw is sore and her eyes are stinging, both from sweat and the cum of the other guys. John’s fingers glide over her skin, around her back and down her ass, over the sticky residue of his cum that he had wiped from her face. 

When his fingers finally reach the folds of her cunt, she moans out loudly despite the cock shoved down her throat. “Mmmmmmmmmmghghgg” 

“You’re a horny little slut aren’t you. You’re fucking drenched.” He says as his index finger glides along her wet folds. She starts grinding her hips in rhythm with his small motions, still sucking and servicing the cock she was told to. 

“You like sucking cocks, huh? You’re a hungry little cocksucker. You fucking love it. Don’t you?” he says as he finally slides a finger into her warm, wet pussy, drawing out an even louder moan from her. 

“Oh fuckkk! I’m fucking CUMMING BITCH!” The man fucking her mouth groans loudly as his balls tighten against her sticky chin and he starts filling her mouth with a seemingly endly stream of cum. 

She swallows and sucks dutifully while grinding at John’s hand, completely oblivious now of the camera in his other. 

“That’s it, swallow it all. Emily the Cumdump.” John says as he slowly puts a second finger in her and slowly fucks her with them. 

The man floods her mouth with cum, the biggest load of the whole night, but Emily manages to not spill a drop. She even sucks the last drop from the tip of his cock as he finally pulls out. She swallows with an audible gulp and then her eyes look directly into the camera and then to John. She is exhausted. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Disgusted with herself. And as aroused as she has ever been in her life. 

John continues fucking her dripping wet slit with two fingers while adding his thumb to her clit. The second it makes contact Emily shivers visibly, as if her brain had short circuited. 

“50 bucks each.” He says to his three friends, demanding they honor their bet. As John plays with her, the pull their pants back up and pull their wallets out. 

Pointing the camera at her, filming her mess of a face as it contorts from the pleasure between her legs, he leans in and says, “My friends just paid me 50 dollars for a blowjob from you, you little whore. What’s your name?” 

“E..Emily…” She says as her voice breaks, barely managing the word. 

“And what are you?”

“I’m a whore…” She says in a whisper, as that is all she can form. 

“You want to cum you little whore?” He asks as his fingers assault her dripping wet cunt. 

She can’t speak. Her teeth clench together as he brings her to the razor’s edge of an orgasm and holds her there. She nods violently, causing some of the cum to drip from her face onto her reddened tits. 

“You want me to fuck you? You want my cock? You want to be my little fucktoy?” He asks as he skillfully holds her on the brink. 

She nods again, no shame, no fear, no pretense. In this moment, the thing she wants is him to be inside her. She wants to cum with him. She wants to feel his cock deep inside her pulsing with his heartbeat. 

She tries to grind herself over the edge, but can’t make it there. She feels herself going mad with desire, losing her grip on herself. Opening her mouth to groan and not even noticing the cum that drips down her own face into her mouth. 

He leans forward, hawks his head back and then violently forward, shooting a glob of thick spit into her open mouth and then pulling his hand away from her cunt.

“Why would I want to fuck a disgusting whore like you? Look at you. Covering in spit, sweat, and cum like a 5 dollar hooker.” He says as she feels the edge of arousal fall pitifully away. “Get the fuck out.” 

Before Emily can even process the cruel cold words, too dazed and foggy from her ordeal, he grabs a hold of her sticky matted hair and starts dragging her to the front door. Like an animal, she tries her best to crawl along with him, leaving a dripping trail of fluids on the floor. He opens the front door and pushes her out onto the porch where she had stood full of hope just a couple hours ago. Naked, splattered with cum and her own drool. Sitting outside of his front door confused and broken. The cold night air hits her skin and she starts to catch up mentally to what just happened. Her hands move to cover herself, both for modesty and warmth, and she turns to the door where John is standing. 

“J..John…” She says as she starts sobbing. 

He tosses her dress, all balled up with her torn underwear, at her messy face and then starts slowly closing the door. 

“Tomorrow. 8. No bra and no panties. Don’t knock. Just wait there. And you fucking call me ‘Sir’.” And then he slams the door the rest of the way. 

Emily hears the sound of the deadbolt locking behind her. She tries to stop her own sobbing as she tries to make sense of what he said. She had never been treated worse. She was sore. Teary. Cummy. Scared. Cold. Tired. Embarrassed. But at least she has another date tomorrow…