The heavy thud of his boots against the floorboards told me exactly who was coming to collect. My skin was crawling and my stomach was in knots, a reminder that my debt was way past due and my fix was wearing off. Pissing Sex Stories are the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind when I’m waiting for a high-roller like him to come and use me like the piece of trash I am.
I was so twisted and high that I didn’t even care that I’d skimmed from his stash or that he was known for being the most ruthless pimp in the city. I knew he was going to make me pay for my greed, and as much as I feared the consequences, the sick part of me was craving the humiliation he was about to dish out.
Grabbing me by the throat and shoving me toward the corner of the room, he made sure I knew I was nothing more than a hole to be filled. I subjected myself to the reality that I was going to be drinking and swallowing whatever he had for me all night long just to keep the shakes at bay. Being a human toilet was the only way I knew how to feel alive anymore, and I soaked up the degradation like a sponge.
The warm, bitter taste of a man’s golden stream was the only thing that could compete with the chemical burn of the rock in my system. I was a filthy, strung-out hooker and I didn’t try to hide it, but I knew better than to test a man who owned every corner of these blocks. I heard stories about how he’d leave girls broken in the gutter just for talking back.
He was a shadow in this town, a kingpin who appeared out of nowhere to claim his property and vanish before the sirens even started. I’d committed the ultimate sin by stealing from his supply, and in this life, family and loyalty don’t mean shit compared to the bottom line. I knew he’d pimp me out until my bones ached or kill me if I didn’t perform exactly how he wanted.
Slamming me down onto the stained mattress and backhanding me until my lip bled, he unzipped his fly to show me exactly what he thought of me. Standing over me with a sneer, he barked, “Open that mouth and stick your tongue out, you pathetic bitch, and don’t you dare let a single drop hit the floor.”
I started to swallow as he stood there groaning, telling me I was going to be his top money-making ho until every cent was accounted for. I gave in to this life because the cravings for cocaine was the only thing I had left. I am his obedient, desperate bottom girl, and I’ll take every bit of him until I’m completely drained.
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