Chapter Three

 

Part One

 

Day One

 

 

I go to check up on her. She looks awful and she stinks. “Come with me.” She’s still stark naked from yesterday, too weak to run away. I take her to the shower, shove her in and turn the water on. She cowers crouched down in the corner. I take my clothes off and sit next to her cross legged with my arm around her and she weeps.

 

It feels good holding on to her. “It’s OK.” I whisper as if she were a wild horse. “I need another hit.” She murmurs. I say nothing. She sobs. “Please.” I ignore her. She reaches over and grabs my tool, gently massaging it “Please.” I’m ashamed of myself as the power trip gives me a semi. She takes full advantage rubbing it up and down, my pre-cum her lube, her fingers rolling over my head until I’m hard.

 

“Please. I feel so ill.” It feels wrong, she’s crying but her hand feels so good I can’t make her stop. She senses I’m about to get up and starts rubbing even harder so I stop fighting it. Instead I grab a bottle of shower gel pop the top open and squirt a generous handful onto my cock. She uses it as lubricant. The mint oil has a very mild burning sensation more warm and pleasant than painful.

 

She’s really really good, it’s the best handjob I’ve ever had and she’s only just begun. I start to squirm. The squirming gets harder and harder and I start to gasp. “Oh god!”

“Please just give it to me. I’ll do anything. I’ll suck your dick again, anything!” She turns towards me, bows down and takes my entire shaft in her mouth right down to the happy sack. Then she cups my balls in her hand gently massaging them.

 

Her mouth feels incredible. I can hear a few wet gagging noises as she fucks me with her throat. “Oh! God. I don’t want to give you any, I want to get you clean.” I feel her jerk back but it feels so good inside her mouth I instinctively wrap my hand around the back of her head and hold it there before she has a chance to stop. “Oh! Please don’t stop.” I let go as a show of good faith.

 

She jerks me off with the hand she was using to massage my testicles to keep me going as she comes up for air. “I’ll keep going if you give me some.” I stand up and lift her up by her armpits. Then I slam her against the wall. “Oh I’ll give it to you!” She grins like she likes being treated like that, grabs my shaft and continues where she left off.

 

I can smell the minty shower gel on her breath and I’m surprised she didn’t throw up after literally having her filthy mouth washed out with soap. I move my lips close to hers as she wanks me off. “Honestly? Is that really what you really want.” It’s hard to talk as she rubs me to euphoria with her hand, her other hand holding me in place by the small of my back. She goes in to kiss me but I have her pinned against the wall. “Please. I’ll let you fuck me.”

 

“That’s what you want? You want to be a junky whore until you burn out that hot little body of yours and die? Let me help you.” I press my chest against her shoulders, pinning her against the wall and force my knee between her thigh to part her legs. “You still want me to give it to you?!!” I don’t wait for an answer, I pull per hand off my cock and slip it between her legs.

 

I lift one of her legs right up and hook my arm underneath the back of her knee then carefully guide my tool between her legs. It’s still moist and I can feel heat radiating off it as if I could sense her sexual energy.

 

 

I bend my knees and slide my cock between her lips. Then I straiten my legs and with a single deep thrust ease my way inside her making her gasp. She’s the perfect height and surprisingly tight for a whore and it’s a pleasant surprise to feel that she’s a little wet.

 

What the hell am I doing, she’s a whore, I don’t know where she’s been. But it feels so good inside her and she doesn’t seem to protest. I begin to fuck her hard against the wall. We gasp with my every thrust each one slicker than the last as she gets even wetter. “Answer me. Do you really want to be a fucking filthy junky whore for the rest of your life?”

 

She moans. “No!” I stop balls deep inside her. “No what?” She puts her arms around me and starts rubbing up against me. “I don’t want to do this any more, I want a real job and a house and someone who loves me.” I fuck her even harder and she groans. Balls deep, harder, our wet naked bodies slapping against each other.

 

I feel her clench around me and she goes heavy as her standing leg goes slack. She bites my shoulder so hard it feels like she drew blood but I don’t care because it feels so good inside her. I grunt like I’m in the gym trying to beat my one rep max as I empty my mess, unprotected deep inside her used junky cunt.

 

The sense of relief is overwhelming. As I catch my breath I whisper in her ear. “Let me help you.” Still inside her she gently grinds against me. Crying with a whimper she says. “OK.” I drop her leg and brush my fingers through her hair. “Good girl.” I look at my watch, it’s time for me to get ready for work.

 

I wash her hot body and scrub her grimy face then quickly wash myself in the shower. I dry her off and carry her to her room. I get ready for work as quick as possible and make sure her door is locked before I leave.

 

My mind is running wild all day at, torn over the morality of the situation I’ve got myself into. I have my very own sex slave and I’m taking advantage of a vulnerable woman. However she has a roof over her head and someone who will care for her and I’m all to aware of the fact that she knows exactly how to use her body as a weapon.

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