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Subject: {ASSM} "The Convention Slut" (M/F, Humil)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Convention Slut"
By Shon Richards

Jacqueline fucked like a porn star, and not in a good way.  Every
thrust was a full body spasm that shook her black breasts.  She
never stayed in a position for longer than three minutes as if
some unknown director was shouting instructions for her to
change.  When she grinded against me it was like we were pulping
oranges between our groins.  Her mouth would hang open and her
eyes would roll into the back of her head like she was having a
seizure.  

It probably didn't help that Jacqueline was a porn star.  She had
done a few movies for a website here in Atlanta.  They weren't
even movies; they were just half hour clips of her fucking pale
white guys.  She kept encouraging me to watch her movies but I
balked at the $39.99 subscription fee they required.   Why pay
when I had her pierced tongue for free?

I had met her at a kinky convention.  She looked gorgeous in a
red vinyl corset and bright red leather boots.  I didn't usually
find the dominatrix look to be sexy but damn, Jacqueline was
beautiful.  She was six feet tall in her heels and she strode the
convention like a black Amazon.  It wasn't love at first sight,
but it was certainly fuck-in-the-ass at first sight.

It's still hard for me to believe how easy it was to approach
her.  She intimidated men, and other women just hated her.  She
gave off a domme vibe that encouraged submissive men and someone
like Jacqueline doesn't respond well to men who worship her.  A
tramp like Jacqueline doesn't know what to do when people elevate
her.  

All I had to do was hit on her.  See, in a kinky convention,
everyone is told repeatedly to act like proper gentlemen and
ladies and treat everyone with the up most respect.  It
discourages the assholes from grabbing naughty bits that don't
belong to them and it creates an atmosphere of proper manners. 
People think adult conventions are like drunken frat parties but
the reality is that act more like Sunday services at the church.
That meant Jacqueline had spent a day walking around in leather
and people kept trying to engage her in philosophical discussions
about submission and dominance.

I on the other hand told Jacqueline that she was sexy as fuck and
I wanted to get her back to my room.  After a day of being
treated like a person, she was happy to be treated like a slut
again.      

Twenty minutes later I was ramming my cock into her pussy.  The
metal rings that pierced her cunt took a little getting used to
but the liquid clamp of her cunt made it worthwhile. 
Jacqueline's entire body was that way.  The blue star tattoos on
her tits distracted from the natural beauty of her nipples that
were the color of milk chocolate.  The metal stud in her tongue
distracted me when she licked my balls.  The damn tattoo of a
snake on her ass really took the focus away from how wonderfully
round and fit her bottom was.  It was like Jacqueline had defaced
her body just to spite those that used it.

It didn't stop me from using it.

We fucked off and on till the convention was over.  Normally if I
found someone as hot as Jacqueline I would kept them planted on
my cock but there was something about Jacqueline that I could
only take in small doses.  It was her fucking mouth.  She was hot
as shit but as soon as she started talking, you realize just how
fucking stupid she really was.  I know she was just twenty-two,
but seriously, she almost functionally moronic.

"What was that word?" she would say.  That was her favorite
phrase.

I would spend a minute reviewing what I just said.  "Hostile?" I
would say incredulously.

"Yeah, what does that mean?" Jacqueline would ask.

I would either teach her basic vocabulary or I would stick my
cock down her throat.  Sometimes coming down her throat wouldn't
be enough to get the pain of her stupidity out of my head.  

So I would kick her out and she would go hang out with whomever
the fuck she came there with.  I would go back into the
convention and attend seminars on proper protocols between
dominants and other dominants.  After a few hours of listening to
brilliants fucktards talk about their imaginary rules of behavior
for their sex games, I would start looking for Jacqueline again.
She was just as dumb as the seminar presenters but at least I
could come on her tattoo covered tits while she talked.  
  
And Jacqueline loved to talk.  She never stopped talking during
sex.  She would tell me in vivid foul mouthed detail what we were
doing right there at that moment.

"You're fucking me hard!" she would say.  "You're fucking my
black cunt with your white cock!"

God damn, it is hard to come when someone is telling you that
their mouth is open and ready for your come.  I can see that for
myself!  Some dirty talk is nice but Jacqueline thought it was
her job to narrate. 

I started to gag her mouth with her panties.  She thought I was
being kinky.  I just liked her better when she wasn't talking.

We exchanged numbers after the convention.  I don't think I ever
called her but man, she would call me.  Atlanta has a pretty
robust adult convention schedule.  About every two or three
months, someone is trying to rent a hotel so they can charge
ridiculous admission fees for a convention where some people
might be naked.  The hotels weren't cheap and people would get
together to rent a single room to save money.  

Jacqueline didn't have that many friends but she had me.  She
would call and ask if I was going to Adult Rip-Off 08 and I would
say I was thinking about it.  She would suggest that she wanted
to go but it she was low on money.  Apparently porn didn't pay as
well as she would like.  I would suggest that I could get a room
for just us.  She would say I was awesome.

We never negotiated sex as payment for sharing a room.  For
Jacqueline that would have been like planning on when to breathe
air.  Her body was her credit card.  She would put her hand on my
cock while discussing me paying for dinner.  She would shove her
tits in my face if she wanted a new sex toy in the dealer's room.
 I'm not saying Jacqueline was a whore, I'm just saying she paid
her way with tits and cunt.

But God, did I make her pay.  The more annoying the convention,
the more I took it out on her body.  I spanked her ass with my
paddles.  I bound her tits in rope and tape.  I came down her
throat, on her tits, in her ass and after one boring seminar
about polyamory marriage counseling, I came on her hair just to
make a mess.  

She took it all.   Jacqueline's ability to please was only
limited by her ability to understand what I wanted.  She would
fuck standing up just as easily as she would fuck on the floor. 
You didn't need a safe word with Jacqueline.  She would do
anything it took to get you to climax one more time.      

I'm not sure why Jacqueline loved the conventions so much.  She
would parade around in her fetish clothes trying to get noticed.
I know she loved to get flogged and would throw herself at anyone
with a flog and a cock.  Jacqueline would disappear for hours at
a time and then come back to the room with her ass covered in red
marks.  I don't know if she fucked the guys who flogged her.  I
didn't care.  I still fucked her welt covered ass no matter how
sensitive it was.

This went on for about a year.  We only met for conventions.  We
fucked, she talked and I would try not to listen.  She traveled
for her job; posing for webs sites and fucking actors stiff on
Viagra.  It was her big dream to be in a Bang Brothers video one
day.  She would send me links to her new appearances, reminding
me she was still hot until it came time again to ask if she could
crash with me again.  

Sometimes she would tell me about her life.  I knew she lived
with her mom.  I knew she once worked at a rent-a-car place
before she was fired.  I knew she didn't haven an e-mail address.
 I knew she thought her tattoos looked good.  I knew she once had
a cat.

I didn't listen.  The fact was that she was a dumb woman who
wasn't going to be beautiful forever.  One day she wasn't going
to be able to pay for rooms with a thirty minute blowjob in the
shower.  When I listened to her talk about her life, I couldn't
ignore how fundamentally unequipped this woman was for the rest
of her life.  Hell, if anything happened to her mother,
Jacqueline would be more helpless than your average ten year old.
 

So I just fucked her.  I made her stop talking about her life and
had her talk about my cock between her tits instead.  I tuned out
her stories about her mom's illnesses and focused on getting
Jacqueline's ankles on my shoulders.  I spent weekends with
Jacqueline because I wanted to fuck a willing slut, not to be her
guidance counselor.

I still remember the last time I fucked her.  I came on her face.
 She looked up at me with those half open eyes.  It was her porn
face.  I wiped my cock on her cheek to see if I could make her
break character.  It didn't work.  I wondered if she even had
another face.

Jacqueline didn't call me when the next convention rolled around.
 I didn't call her because frankly, those trips were getting
fucking expensive.  I needed the financial break.  

When she didn't call for the next convention, I called her.  It
went to voice mail.  At this point it had been over four months.
I figured she had found some new guy to sponge free rooms from. 
Maybe she finally got that Bang Brothers video and her porn
career took off.  Whatever her reason, she had seen no need to
tell me about it.  I felt oddly rejected. 

I've stopped going to adult conventions. It just wouldn't be the
same without Jacqueline.  I couldn't sit through another paddling
demonstration without the promise of Jacqueline sucking down my
cock.  

I miss that slut.  

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/



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