I woke up on the sidewalk outside of the bar. No one even bothered to call the cops in this white trash town. I guess they were used to seeing me this way. I limped home, a heel on my pumps broken. I jumped in the shower to wash off the chaos of last night. What had I done this time? I remember doing lines off someone’s ass cheek and also a cock. They were laughing. I struggled to recall it all and I remembered you there. Tall, dark, handsome, and sick. You had made me do party tricks for my fix. I was like a poodle, a submissive, starving one. I crawled on my belly for what you offered.
The things you made me do last night were terrible and demeaning. I remember sucking a large penis under the bar. The town drunk pumped his filthy dick into my mouth, stinking of fat man body odor, sweaty balls, and spoiled cream. You all hooted as he gleefully spewed a load into my mouth and I allowed it to roll down my chin and drip onto my breasts. I barked like a dog as I obediently let all of the men feel my breasts and stick fingers in my ass and pussy. I am beyond hope as I bawl tears into my shower, thinking of the way I trotted into the men’s room with you and you made me lap your shitty asshole clean. I begged for just a little more nose candy and you pissed on me and kicked me to the floor.
My hand slides down to my pussy and I begin to rub my clitty. Images run through my mind of the abuse and humiliation. I crave it, just as much as I crave the drugs. Being treated like shit turns me on and makes my pussy drip. I’ll never stop being the town whore and allowing men to use me. I slide to the shower floor with the force of my orgasm, my pussy pulsating. I need some dick so bad right now. Maybe after this shower, I’ll head over to the truckstop and see if I can pick up a few bucks blowing truckers. Then time for my daily fix and a few drinks. Life is never boring when you’re a trailer trash whore.
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