Chapter Two

 

Part Two

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Used and Abused

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When you’ve been sleeping in a car park it feels so good waking up in a bed but when you’re a junky whore all you care about the next hit. I’d give anything for it, I’ve already given up everything for it including a bed and a roof over my head. He must have tired me out, that or I passed out. I had a nice dream for the first time in ages. I dreamt that an angel fell down from heaven, held me in it’s arms and took all my pain away.

 

That was some good shit he gave me, I haven't got that high since I was starting out as a teen. I need more right now or I’m going to get some serious withdrawal. I’m tired, my body feels so heavy but I need to get more, more than I need to sleep, more than I need to eat or breathe, more than anything. He’s a man, I know exactly what to do to make a man give me what I want.

 

I hear the door open, there’s only one thing I need to know. Where’s the rest of it. Everything is all fuzzy but I can just make out that his hands are empty. I hear him lay down next to me, it’s like I’m hung over, everything is so loud, I can hear him breathing through his nose. I just want to be alone, just me and sweet lady H.

 

Lets get to work. “Hi.” I say in the most seductive voice a girl can say when she feels like she’s been hit by a train and her throat feels like it’s full of cat litter. “You got any more smack?” I can hear his leathery skin scraping across my face as he brushes my hair away with his hand. “I think you’ve had enough.” He says in a seductive voice like he’s the one playing me!

 

His fingers go around my ear lobe, down my neck, over my shoulder all the way down the side of my body, it tickles me as they reach my rump. He knows how to tease, he has a nice house and a car, he’d make a great boyfriend if I wasn’t junky but right now the only significant other in my life is heroin and he has that as well.

 

“Please I’ll do anything… I’ll suck your cock!” I don’t give him a chance to say no, I’m going to blow his mind sucking his cock and then he’s going to give me my fucking smack. I push him over onto his back and yank his trousers down, then his boxers. He takes his T-shirt off and I put his warm cock in my mouth.

 

I fluff him up, gently sucking on it, rubbing his bell end against the inside of my mouth. It’s so easy to get a man hard and once you get them hard just do whatever you need to get them to cum as quickly as possible and then they’ll do anything you say. I’ve been with men so drunk I’ve practically raped them before and they’ve come back with all the money they have begging for more.

 

I know what men are like, men like it wet and sloppy and deep. It took years of trial and error to perfect. No one will teach you when you’re the competition. Once you get it right they keep coming back for more and more. I really want to keep this one cumming. I’m going to pull out all the stops and give him deep throat.

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I take him as deep in my mouth as I can, swallowing his bell-end easing it into the back of my mouth and into my throat. I fuck him with my mouth, let him use my throat like a fleshlight. He’s a bit too long for me and I feel like I’m going to gag. He likes it, he starts to buck, fucking my, mouth.

 

I let it happen but it’s not long before I start to gag again. I belch a little as I stop to catch my breath, spit on it for lube. I just need to Keep Calm and Carry on Sucking. I keep going, he sounds like he’s enjoying it. I keep going as hard as I can but after a while he pulls away from me as if fucking my mouth is more of a chore for him than a pleasure. “This isn’t working.”

 

Shit! He’s not going to give me anything if I can’t make him cum. “What’s wrong baby?” I heard something crackle on the bed like a condom wrapper and I reach for it. It’s not empty and I open it with my teeth and put it on with my mouth, let him know I mean business. He looks really impressed as I straddle him.

 

He was really rough and my pussy is a little sore from last night but I’m so close to getting what I want so I grab his dick and put it inside me. I’m still a little moist from the night before but it’s still a tight fit. I need a second to compose myself before I make him cum inside my worn out cunt. I try to relax and compose myself and give his ego a little boost. “I’m going to enjoy this.” Enjoy getting my hit that is I think to myself.

 

I remember how deep he went last night as I push right back on his cock and start to ride him. I would have enjoyed it if I wasn’t feeling so rough. I start to ride him but as I start to find the rhythm I feel him grab my arse, digging his fingers right in and thrusting even deeper inside me, he’s so deep inside me I start to moan. He seems to know what he’s doing like he’s had a lot of practice.

 

He pulls my head down towards his lips and for a moment I feel like a woman rather than just an object for him to fuck but just as we’re about to kiss he turns his head away. I ride him even harder, in time with his thrusts. He’s actually making me wet and it starts to feel more comfortable as he slides in and out of me.

 

Oh my god I’m actually cumming! I never cum during sex, I get the smallest rush and for a brief moment I am OK with not being high. I get a head rush and let out a moan as he doubles his efforts and I feel him jerk as he cums inside me. For a moment I forget I’m a worthless whore as he puts his hand on my opposite shoulder.

 

I’m all hot and sweaty and shivering but not just because of the come down, because of the sex as well. I’ve slept with hundreds of men, thousands even but this is the first time I’ve ever enjoyed it, this is the first time I’ve been treated like a human being not a fuck toy. But then he tosses me away, I feel him slop out of me like wet meat plopping out of a can and he tosses me away like the used fuck toy I am.

 

As I lay down on the bed catching my breath he removes the condom and discards that with more regard than he did me. I’ve done my side of the bargain, I let him use me like a whore, now he needs to pay up, I need him to. I murmur. “You got any more of that smack.” He just sighs then with his soft voice he says. “I’m afraid that’s not part of the deal.”

 

I need smack now more than ever, he used me, he made me feel worthless. I am worthless. I can’t do this any more, this isn’t living, I just exist. I cover my face with my hands and burst into tears. He slams the door behind him. I’ve never felt so used, I can feel the come down, I need the smack now more than ever, I need it to take the pain away.