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Brooke the Slut

Chapter 1
Brooke loses her cherry

Brooke loved summer. The sun shone so brightly and warmly out of
the California sky that she could go around wearing a bright
summer dress and a pair of high heels and nothing else. Almost
all men and some women  would stare at her large breasts as she
walked down the street and she would meet their eyes with a
knowing look if they looked up at her face. Sometimes she would
stop and lean on a railing so that passersby could just about see
her cunt if they looked at her backside. Then Brooke would come
back home and masturbate like crazy, moaning and thrashing on her
bed without caring who heard her. Brooke had black curly,
fantastic tits, full pouting lips, a tight butt and a great tan,
she was 17 years old and just about anybody would fuck her if
they had the opportunity and she knew this and loved it.

One day she came back from one of her outings to find her 40-year
old stepfather Russel waiting in the living room of their large
and tastefully decorated house. Russel was a tall well-built man
who exercised regularly and treated his body as a temple, he had
black hair with a distinguished shock of gray at the front. As
Brooke came in he looked her up and down and sighed with
disapproval. 'I think it's time we had a word about your
behaviour, young lady,' said he, 'come with me to my study.'

Russel's study was dominated by a large, ornately carved oak desk
that sat upon thick shag pile carpet and the two walls to the
left and right of the door were taken up by shelves full of files
containing information about Russel's dealings with his real
estate clients who were mostly celebrities. The curtains on the
large window on the back wall were drawn so that the room was
illuminated only by a thins shaft of sunlight. Russel sat down on
the large, imposing, leather wing backed chair behind his desk
and indicated that Brooke should sit in the rather less imposing
wooden chair in front of his desk. Brooke was shivering nervously
as she sat down, if Russel was angry he might punish her. She
nervously smiled at him. He didn't smile back.

'I think we need to have a word about the way you dress,' said
Russel, his voice shaking with anger and possibly also with lust.
'You dress like a slut who will fuck anything that moves. You're
a disgrace.'

Brooke decided that since she was in trouble, she might as well
go for broke. She leaned back in her chair and opened her legs so
that he could see her wet snatch and looked him straight in the
eyes. 'What? You mean like the fact I'm not wearing any panties?'

He looked down at her moist cunt and bit his lower lip. After
about a minute he looked back up at her face. 'That would be an
example of your misconduct.'

'So you're going to punish me?' asked Brooke breathlessly.

'Punishment? No. You are a young woman with certain needs and i
can't expect you to leave them unfulfilled. I just want you to
act a bit more respectably. So if you could discharge your
desires in some other way behind closed doors maybe you wouldn't
feel the need to put your goodies on public display,' said
Russel.

Russel fell silent and looked at Brooke pointedly, seeming to
expect a response. 'Anything's possible,' said Brooke.

'To that end, I got you this,' said Russel taking a six inch
metal vibrator out of his desk. 'I believe this device is called
a "pocket rocket" in the street lingo of you young people.'

He held it out and Brooke stood up and came over slowly to get
it, trying not to seem too eager. As she reached out for it
leaning over his desk he pulled it back and looking at down her
dress at her big tits he said: 'I'm not entirely convinced that
this will solve the problem. After all, you might take it and not
use it and go out offering your melons to anyone who cares to
look at you. I'll have to watch you use it so that I know youre
not just going to take it, put it away and forget about it.'

Brooke leaned a bit further forward to take the vibrator,
practically sprawling on Russel's desk, placed her mouth right
next to his ear and whispered. 'Sounds very reasonable to me.'
She took his hand gently in hers and removed the vibrator.

Then she stood up in front of his desk, slipped the straps of her
sundress from her shoulders and let if fall to the floor. Brooke
switched on the vibrator and felt it hum in her hand like a small
animal. She stood with her legs wide apart so that Russel could
see every detail as she took the vbrator and stuffed it into her
dripping cunt. She watched as he took his cock, which was about
the same size as the vibrator out of his pants and started to
stroke it. The vibrations sent little shcks of pleasure through
Brooke's body until she was shaking uncontrollably. For a second
she imagined that Russel's cock was jammed in her fuckhole rather
than a piece of metal and she came and it was like a nuclear bomb
of pleasure going off between her thighs. She scremed with joy
and her legs gave way and she fell to the floor gasping as if she
had run a marathon, twitching with pleasure. For a moment she was
lost to the world and when she regained her senses, Russel
was standing over her wanking he leaned over her and came on her
face with a grunt.

Then he stood up, took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped
his man goo from his hand, then he put the piece of cloth back in
his pocket. 'You came all over my carpet you whore. I'm going to
have to get it cleaned now. Next time you'll have to fuck
yourself in your bedroom. Go clean yourself up.'

Brooke stood up, wiped the cum off her face and smeared it over
her boobs. Then she picked up her dress, which was now covered in
her cunt juice, draped it over her arm and walked out of the room
naked. She went up to the shower and cleaned herself off,
thinking that life was going to be very different from now on.

***

In reality, Brooke's life didn't change that much. Russel watched
her masturbate in her room once a day, called her a slut and then
walked out. Brooke then put on a summer dress and went out as she
had before.

After about a month, Russel came to her room one morning with a
large box under his arm. 'This isn't working. You're still going
out in public dressed like a slag. So I got this.' He opened the
box and took out an 12 inch dildo that was almost two inches
wide. Brooke took off her dress and reached for the dildo, Russel
moved it back before she could take it and pushed her down onto
the bed.

He lay on top of her, took the dildo and started to work it into
her fuckhole, which was already wet in anticipation of their
morning ritual. 'Take it you dirty bitch, come on,' he grunted as
he stretched her snatch wide open with the huge toy. Brooke
grunted with pain as the toy breached her hymen. Russel grunted
as he started to slide the toy in and out of her cunt. He pinched
her nipples hard, sending little shocks of pain through her body
until she came hard, soaking the part of the sheets she was lying
on.

When Russel stood up she saw the front of his trousers was wet:
she had  made him come without even taking his dick out. She
smiled with satisfaction, knowing that she could get anything she
wanted now.

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Chapter 2
Brooke buys a car

And what does a young woman get when she can get anything she
wants? That's right, a car.

So Brooke went to a Honda dealership. She was wearing a white
T-shirt with no bra, so that her nipples could clearly be seen
thought the T-shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of trainers.
Oddly, there were no salesmen in the lot and she noticed the
blinds were drawn in the dealership office. Brooke wandered round
the lot for a while and was about to go find some other car
dealership when the door of the office opened and a young woman
came out.

The saleswoman wore an open necked shirt, a short skirt, sheer
black tights and high heels. She was pale, thin, she had small
breasts, long, straight dark hair and her nails were painted
black. She strode confidently across the lot until she reached
Brooke. 'Hi, I'm Myra, said the saleswoman. She looked at the car
Brooke was standing next to. 'So are you interested in the
S2000?' The car was red, aerodynamic, sexy and had one of those
removable roofs so you could ride around with the top open when
the weather was good.

'Oh yeah I love the feel of the sun on my skin,' said Brooke.

Myra smiled. 'Great, would you like to go for a test drive?'

'Definitely,' said Brooke.

Myra produced a set of keys and gave them to Brooke.

Brooke opened the car and sat down on the soft leather seats.
'Mmmm, I love it already. Soft seats, new car smell.'

'If you think that's great wait until you actually drive it,'
said Myra, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Brooke started the car and before long she was out on the road.
The car drove so smoothly and easily that it was almost like
there was no car and she just happened to be moving very quickly
along the road. Myra was chatting about the car's features and
watching Brooke carefully to try towork out if she was likely to
get the sale although Brooke noticed that Myra sometimes let her
gaze drop from Brooke's face to her tits.

When they got back to the lot Myra asked Brooke if she wanted to
go back to the office to seal the deal. 'Oh, and there is one
more little thing,' said Myra. 'Would it be fair to say you're
not averse to showing yourself off?'

'Yyyyyyeeeeeeesssssss,' said Brooke, wondering what Myra was
getting at.

Myra leaned over and whispered in Brooke's ear her hot breath
tickling Brooke's earlobes. 'My boos and I are playing hide the
salami and he saw you out the window and he really likes you, so
he offered to knock $1000 off the price if you get your nipples
pierced and then show him your boobs.'

Brooke turned and faced Myra so their lips were almost touching.
'Why are we whispering?' Brooke whispered.

'I don't know,' whispered Myra. 'Seemed like the thing to do. So,
do you want to get your nipples pierced?'

'Yeah, okay,' said Brooke. Myra arranged to pick Brooke up and
Brooke went home.

***

Myra picked Brooke up at home at 8pm in a silver Honda Accord and
they went out for a few drinks before going to the tatoo parlour.

The tatoo parlour was white and clean with lots of pictures of
tatoos and piercings up on the wall. The tall bald man who did
the piercing had almost as many tatoos as the wall. He explained
what he was going to do, showed Brooke the needles he would use
and gave her some information on after care then he did the
piercing. Brooke lifted the T-shirt she was wearing so he could
get access to her breasts and he pierced the nipples and put a
bar through each piercing.

Myra and Brooke got back into Myra's car and Myra started driving
Brooke home. Myra kept looking at Brooke's tits, her nipples were
a little swollen and sensitive after the piercing and Myra could
see them poking up under Brooke's T-shirt. Myra's looking worried
Brooke slightly as they were driving down the interstate at the
time.

'I appreciate the attention,' said Brooke. 'I'll let you stare at
them all day if you want but it'll be a lot easier for you to do
that if we're both alive.'

'Fair enough,' said Myra. 'Do they hurt?'

'A little.'

'I think I can distract you from the pain. Do you know how I got
this car? My boss at the dealership, Tom, gave it to me and in
exchange I'm his sex slave. He's fucked me in every hole, he's
whipped me, shocked me and hit me. I've even drunk his pee. I
love it. Pleasure mixed with pain. Would you like me to pull over
and show you?'

Brooke nodded. Myra pulled over into a service station and parked
the car.

Brooke got out of the car and took her clothes off, feeling the
cool night air on her bare skin. Then she opened the back door of
the car and lay on the soft leather seat. Myra also took off her
clothes and then pulled Brooke back along the seat so that her
legs were hanging out and her cunt was on the edge of the seat.
Myra started to lick and finger Brooke's snatch, which was
already wet. Brooke's pleasure built at a leisurely pace, like
she was taking her time eating a rich dessert and Brooke watched
of of the corner of her eye as Myra fingered herself.

After about ten minutes a couple of truckers wandered by. They
were tall, 40-year-old unkempt, unshaven, sweaty, smelly men,
wearing jeans, a T-shirt and leather jackets. They stood watching
for a minute unable to believe their luck.
'Ffffffuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk,' was the most eloquent comment one
of them could muster, the other stayed silent.

Myra took her face out of Brooke's cunt for a minute. 'Are you
going to fuck us or just stand there like a spare prick at an
orgy?'

That was all the invitation they needed. One of them took down
his trousers to reveal a five inch, rock hard cock, which he
slipped into Myra while he went on licking out Brooke. The other
man went to the car door at the other side, took off his
trousers, took out his six inch man meat and slipped it into
Brooke's mouth. The cock tasted salty and musty and it pulsed in
her mouth like a small animal. The trucker started to fuck her
mouth, grunting while his balls slapped rhythmically against her
nose. Meanshile Brooke could hear grunting and slapping noises
from outside as the other trucker fucked Myra while smacking her
arse. Brooke had never felt so dirty, or so hot and the pleasure
in her cunt started to build until she came like a freight train
yelling as well as she could with a trucker's dick in her mouth.
Shortly thereafter the trucker came depositing his bitter salty
spooj in Brooke's mouth before pulling his cock out and
depositing a few drops of
cum on her tits.

Myra came a few minutes later and then the truckers got dressed
and left. Myra stood in the parking lot for a few minutes,
looking a bit dazed while cum ran down her leg. Then Myra smiled.
'Come here,' she said, in a tone that brooked no denial. Brooke
went to Myra who grabbed her hair kissed her fiercely and then
pulled Brooke's hair down until Brooke was kneeling. 'Lick up the
cum.' Brooke started at Myra's ankle and licked upward, making
sure not to spill a drop of man juice until she got to Myra's
cunt and then she started to suck the trucker's cum right out of
her friend's snatch. Myra started to grind her mound into
Brooke's face, while holding Brooke's head hard against her
crotch. After a few minutes Myra came and then dragged Brooke to
her feet by her hair and started to lick her cunt juice off
Brooke's face.

Then Myra seemed to relax. 'That was fun,' she said. 'Let's get
you home.'

***

Brooke went back to the dealership the next day and signed some
papers and the Honda S2000 was hers for $1000 off the list price.

They signed the papers and then Myra went to get Tom so he could
see her piercings. While she waited for Tom and Myra Brooke
looked around the office. It was spartan.The chairs and tables
looked like the sort of thing you would get from Ikea but the
walls had lots of pictures of cars and some pictures of the sales
team. Myra's picture was labelled 'Employee of the Month'. I'll
bet she is, thought Brooke.

Tom has blonde hair, he was about six feet tall with very broad
shoulders but somehow he was also very lean like a huge coiled
spring of muscle. He closed the blinds in the office and got
straight to the point: 'So Myra told me what you two did last
night.' Myra smiled.

'You're a slut aren't you?' Tom continued. You'll get your
nipples pierced to get money off a car. You'll blow some dirty
stranger at a service station while a woman you barely know licks
out your cunt. Show me your breasts.'

Brooke had thought it would probably come to this so she was
wearing one of her summer dresses and a pair of shoes and nothing
else. She slipped the straps of the dress off her shoulders and
lowered the top part of the dress to let Tom see her breasts. He
looked at them. 'Very nice,' he said, then he looked at her face.
'I think you'd be a lot more comfortable if you just took the
dress off all the way.'

Brooke took a deep breath, let her dress fall to the floor and
then stepped out of it. She bit her upper lip and trembled with
lust as Tom stepped up to her and ran his finger over her labia,
feeling the moisture. Tom went over to the desk and cleared the
papers into one of the drawers then turned to Brooke. 'Bend over
the desk, I want to fuck you.'

Brooke walked over to the desk, spread her legs and bent over.
Brooke could hear Tom's clothes dropping while Myra got undressed
and climbed up on the desk. She jammed Brooke's face into her
cunt. 'Get licking.'

Brooke felt Tom's dick slide into her snatch and bit down hard on
Myra's clit as the she felt pleasure flow thorugh her. Myra
grunted. 'You nasty bitch,' she said, slapping Brooke hard in the
face. Then Myra turned over. 'Just for that, you can lick out my
arsehole.' Brooke jammed her tongue into Myra's arsehole and
started licking while stuffing a couple of fingers into Myra's
sopping wet vagina.

Meanwhile she could feel Tom's tool working in her cunt. It was
wabout eight inches long and it  was slightly bent so it was
hitting her G spot whenever it moved and sending ripples of
pleasure through her body. Her cunt felt so juicy she was sure it
must be running down her legs and making a big puddle on the
floor. After a few minutes Brooke came hard and would have
screamed loud enough for the whole car dealership to hear if her
face hadn't been buried in Myra's arse. The spasms that ran
through Brooke's pussy as she came made Tom come and after a few
minutes Myra came too.

'You're a great fuck,' said Tom as he got dressed. 'You earned
that discount.'

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