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?