The Birthday Girl

by wetfly6969

Charles stared at her with a snide expression.  She lay naked on
the filthy mattress struggling to sit up, her hair a mess, her
body bruised and leaking the spent remains of the last few men
who just left.

"You want some of this, don't you, Whore?" he asked rocking the
syringe back and forth like a teeter-totter.  She nodded, licking
her dried, cracked lips.  It had been hours since her last fix
and she desperately needed more.  Her stomach was cramping and
she was sweating profusely.  It may have been from the physical
exertion she just went through, or perhaps her body was yearning
for more of the drug she was so addicted to.

She watched as he put the needle to his arm and pushed the
plunger down with his thumb, taking most of the injection for
himself.  Her eyes widened with the fear that she would once
again lose out on receiving what she hunger for.  Removing the
syringe, he dropped it to the table beside him and dropped his
head backward, smiling as nirvana took over.

She knew not to move or ask of any. He'd surely deny her the rest
if she angered him.  She swallowed hard, her eyes not leaving the
small plastic cylinder that rested beside the man who controlled
her.  He noticed her staring and smiled.

"If you want some of this, you gotta take care of this," he said
waving his semi-erect cock at her.  Hurriedly she crawled towards
him as he reached for his cigarettes.  Within seconds she was
slurping and sucking the inflating phallus, taking it repeatedly
to the back of her mouth, just as she knew he liked.

"You look thirsty," he said reaching for the half full bottle of
JB Walker and pouring her another shot.  It burned her throat as
she gulped the bitter whiskey, making a face as it cleared her
mouth.  Her empty stomach grumbled as the fourth shot in two
hours made its way down, making her queasy.

Slapping her cheek with his cock, she resumed sucking, taking the
bulbous head to the ever depth of her mouth, trying to keep from
gagging.  That would anger him if she threw up again.  He blew
smoke into her face smiling as she struggled to thrust her mouth
further down his rod.  "Here," he said removing the burning
cigarette from his lips, "have a hit."

Keeping his cock in her mouth, he pushed the butt along side and
watched as the tip glowed as she inhaled.  He's amazed she can
smoke a cigarette and suck his cock at the same time.  The smoke
was pushed out through her nose, briefly leaving his curly black
pubs a washed in a thin fog.  He kept it there until it nearly
reached the end before pulling it free and dropping it in an
empty beer bottle.

She went back to work on his cock, frantically trying to make him
cum.  She knew she wouldn't get any until she made him cum.  With
one hand on his balls, rolling them around like dice, the other
squeezing and stroking the base of his cock and her mouth sliding
up and down the top five inches, she knew she'd have him shooting
off at anytime.

"Take it all," he grunted putting his large hand behind her head,
pulling her face closer and pinching her nose.  She fought to
breathe, opening her throat more in the process.  He seized the
opportunity of a wider opening, pulling harder and drawing her
closer.  More of his cock disappeared past her lips and down her
raw throat.

She tasted the bile rising from the pit of her stomach and
struggled to keep it down.  If she were to vomit again, he'd beat
her and withhold her speedball.  Another inch was forced down,
expanding her throat muscles and lodging in her gullet.  She
couldn't breathe but knew not to resist or suffer the
consequences.  She endured as he pulled harder, sending a little
more of his firm instrument deeper into her throat, not releasing
her nose.

It seemed like an eternity as she struggled to breathe yet fought
to keep it from appearing as though she resisted.  Her eyes
teared, her face reddened, her breathing stopped as she felt the
bulging cock head midway down her neck.

Charles was a big man in every conceivable way and his cock was
no exception.  Her white fingers, not able to wrap around the
shaft, held the base of his black cock and everything else was
inside of her mouth.  Her left hand remained motionless;
clutching his long forgotten balls as if they were some sort of
life-line.

After what seemed like hours, he released her head sending his
cock out of her tight throat as if it was greased.  She pulled
away, choking and coughing, struggling to return air into her
lungs.  He slapped the side of her head.  "Get back to work,
Whore!" he yelled jerking on her unkempt dirty-blond hair.  She
slid her lips back around the head and continued.

He smiled.  She was good and will make him a fortune.  Reaching
down he tweaked her left nipple.  She didn't budge as he twisted
and pulled on the rosy nub.  Using both hands, she jerked him
harder while thrusting her mouth up and down, pushing the tip
briefly into her throat with every stroke.  He was getting close
and she knew it.  She could tell when a man was about to cum and
increased her efforts.

Letting out a loud, long moan, his cock began jerking between her
lips, filling her mouth with his seed.  He smiled listening to
the rapid gulping sounds as she struggling to keep up with the
fluidic assault.  She didn't let up even after he had no more cum
to give her.  She's been trained well.

Pulling her face away, he watched as his deflating cock flopped
from her mouth before curling up over his balls.  She glanced
hopefully towards the syringe resting beside him.  "You want this
shit, don't you Whore?" he prodded once again knowing that it was
the most important thing in her life.  Slowly she nodded not
taking her eyes off of her god.

Taking her hand, he stretched her arm across his stomach,
grabbing the needle.  She licked her lips in anticipation as she
watched him bringing it closer.  Prick marks lined her arm,
covering most of the creased area of her right arm and he sighed,
searching for a spot to inject her.  Reaching for her left arm,
he stretched it straight, noticing that this arm didn't have as
many marks and quickly pushed the needle into her skin and smiled
as her face went slack, her eyes rolling backwards in her skull.

The knocking at the door startled him momentarily as he grabbed
her, tossing her slender body toward the mattress.  "Your party
ain't over yet, slut," he said pulling on his pants before
heading to let the next group of friends in.

"Where's the birthday girl?" she heard as she struggled to crawl
back onto the thin, musty bed.  Glancing up she saw as the men
entered the room.  Good, there were only three this time, she
thought as she parted her legs invitingly.  Willie, Michael and
Gerald approached her, undressing as they walked.

"We got three more candles for you to blow out, whore," Willie
said kicking his boots off before unzipping his pants.  She'd
fucked each of these men several times before and a few times two
of them together, but this was the first time for all three of
them at once.  It didn't matter though as she had just fucked
five guys moments earlier.

Charles left to grab a beer for everyone and returned to see the
action had already started as Gerald was already thrusting hard
on top of her while Michael was pushing his cock into her mouth.
Her soupy hole made sloppy sounds as the pumped in and out of
her.  Michael wasn't as big as Charles and could easily get most
of his cock inside of her mouth.

Smiling, Charles pulled off his pants before sitting down in his
chair.  It was almost 8 pm and she's been going at it since
before noon as he invited every guy he knew to cum to her
birthday party.  It will be one final break-in session before
pimping her out and he wanted her to be fully experienced in
every possible way.

"Where's Monica?" Willie asked taking a beer from him.

"Got my bitch workin'" he said smiling.

"Damn, man, you gunna wear that ho out."

"That's aight, I got her replacement right there," he said
smiling.

Willie went over to stand above them.  He wanted her ass.  He's
an ass-man and always pumped her ass full of cum every time he's
fucked her. Tonight would be no different.

Charles watched as the three of them went at her, twisting her
skinny body to and fro, shoving their cocks at her and in her
using her like the whore she's been trained to be.  Each of them
fucked her in every hole, filling her with more cum, just like
all the other men had before.

Tirelessly she moaned and groaned, pushing her hips hard to meet
her lover's thrusts, twisting her little ass as they plowed
repeatedly into her body.  An hour later her job was complete as
they were spent and unable to get another erection.

Watching from the damp mattress as the men dressed, she looked
over at Charles and his grimacing face.  Why was he angry?  She
did everything he wanted of her but he didn't look happy.  She
crashed, turning onto her side before closing her eyes.  She was
exhausted and needed to sleep.  The men left and the room became
oddly quiet.

"Wake up, Baby Girl," she heard a woman's voice say as someone
rocked her body back and forth.  She knew it was her mother as
she was the only one who called her that.  Rolling onto her back,
she smiled up the women kneeling beside her.

"You're home," she said trying to focus her eyes on her face a
short distance away.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss your birthday," she said bending to
kiss her, slipping her tongue inside her daughter's mouth and
tasting the residual semen of a very busy day.  "I got something
for you too," she added reaching for the Wal-mart bag to pull out
the stuffed Teddy bear.  Handing it to her and smiling as the
young girl squeezed it to her naked chest. "Happy fifth
birthday!"

~ the end?