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Sunday, April 4, 2010, 8:35:42 AM- Hmmmmmm | ||
Not many views on my little story, a bit of a shame I was hoping for possibly some idea's on where to take the story next, as I am a little stuxck. Or even on whether anyone liked it! lol Go on it will only take you 10 minutes to read, please! | ||
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Saturday, March 27, 2010, 9:55:59 PM- A little story | ||
This is a story I wrote. The use of languague and grammer is more and likely really bad and I have now lost where to go with the plot. If anyone reads it and would like to give feedback please do wouold be interested in what people thought, and also any ideas for continuing it. Thanks and say hello to Emma..... Chapter 1 Emma was worried she knew that this moment had been coming for a long time but she still was not sure if she was ready. She finished applying her make up and lit another cigarette. She had known Colin online now for just under a year and had been speaking to him on the phone for the last six months, but today she was going to meet him face to face. She had held back to her better judgement so far, but he had a new tactic. Money, it started at £20, then £50, £75 and £100. That is when Emma eventually gave in. £100 to go to a bar and have a drink or two bought for her and make little idle chatter about different things, while he made his usual comments about how he thought she looked lovely. How hard could it really be? Colin had been very specific on how he had wanted Emma to dress. She had decided that she would play with him but not totally. Emma was dressed with a short denim skirt on, the shortest she had. She knew it was going to be risqué to sit in and that she would just only be able to keep her modesty. That is why unlike Colin’s wishes she was wearing underwear. She had decided to meet him half way with it. Knickers yes, bra no. The vest top was a little loose but hung well enough that it didn’t reveal to much except when she bent forward and she had no intention of doing that. The hold up stockings were the only thing that she had actually bought. They sat high up her thigh and she actually enjoyed wearing them. She had yet to put her shoes on but heels were the order and she was going to deliver with 3 inches worth of stiletto. Emma continued to look at herself in the mirror as she smoked her cigarette. Her slender frame, and loose average sized breasts looking back her. She had decided to keep her hair down and let it sit in the small of her back. Her complexion was pale and her face still had that youthful look to it. She was 19 and thought that she would take her passport just in case. She looked herself over once more realising that the stocking tops were pocking out just under her skirt. ‘I look like a whore.’ Emma whispered it to herself and shook her head a little but smiled enjoying the feeling for a split second a little bit slutty. She wondered how she was going to walk to the tram stop without getting any looks. It was too hot for a coat. She for a split second thought about cancelling the whole thing but then thought about the £100 and realised that was the driving force behind the whole act and would muster the courage to do it because now it was time to leave. * Colin sat at the bar he had been waiting for fifthteen minutes. He had got there slightly early and ordered himself a drink. Now he had another 10 minutes before Emma was due to arrive and he had almost finished his pint of larger. He had ordered a bottle of red wine, and two glasses in anticipation knowing already what Emma liked to drink. He had more Money in his pocket than he needed, but was willing to go higher. He realised that Emma had already given in once to Money and if he needed her to, she would give into it again. He was forty-three, but didn’t care he was old enough to be her farther. He was bald and had started to begin to bloat out in the middle with extra spread. It was the stopping of going to the gym and playing football he would pretend to himself, but really he knew it was also middle age catching up on him. He took the last mouthful of his pint and thought about ordering another one, but it was perfect timing, Emma had just walked in the door. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The outfit had worked out better than he thought and she looked more beautiful than any of the pictures she had sent him. He had tried to get her to send him some semi or fully nude pictures but she was not playing that game but he thought tonight would be the night she would. Emma walked over to Colin instantly seeing him sat at the bar finishing his drink. A couple of people turned their heads as she walked into the bar. She had been ready for that because she had experienced it all the way there. Even walking past the building site as she got off the tram to be wolf whistled at by what sounded like the whole site work force. Colin smiled at Emma; he was even balder than his pictures had let on she thought. ‘Well don’t you look stunning?’ He said to her smirking almost thoughts racing through his head at what he would like to happen. ‘Hello, here I am.’ Emma responded almost coldly passing off the compliment as she did the hundreds he paid her every night when they talked online. ‘Shall we find a table?’ Colin was still feeling kind of speechless not knowing what to say now this moment had finally arrived. ‘Yes, hopefully stop these people staring, although that’s all I have had all the way here.’ Emma was almost snappy. It had taken her the best part of an hour of people staring at her to get to the bar that Colin had suggested they met in. Emma turned and walked in a direction towards a group of high tables with high stools. ‘Round this way, Em.’ It was almost a command as she turned round and saw him leading to the other end of the bar. Emma followed Colin looking at the low tables with slightly higher slouching leather couches at either end. They looked comfy she thought, but hard it would be hard work to keep her modesty. She had managed to find an extra inch of pull on the hold ups to stop the tops from dropping down, but she knew as soon as she sat that they would slip back down again. He has planned this well Emma thought thinking of how she was dressed and the style of chair that she was now finding herself slowly settling sitting into trying to keep herself covered as best as she could. Colin poured them both a drink and put Emma’s down on the beer mat in front of her. He smiled at her knowing that she was going to be in all sort of trouble in a second. She knew that and paused and shuffled forward managing to keep her legs together feeling the tops of the stockings coming into view and the back of her skirt raising upwards as her body came forward. Knickers, she thought to herself as she bent forward to reach the glass grateful she had put some on. Leaning forward now she wondered how much he could see as she took the glass knowing that now a large amount of breast must be on view. Colin’s eyes flickered for a split second downwards and then back up. Just not quite, he thought to himself as he watched Emma trying to control herself. He took a hunch. ‘Maybe I’ll keep £20 seeing you are wearing knickers.’ He smirked at her, waiting for a reaction from her. He never thought she wouldn’t wear any but knew if he didn’t ask it would be harder to breech the subject. ‘What you mean, come on give me a chance I had to get the tram here. I am wearing everything else you asked.’ They spoke like old friends meeting each other, instead of people only just meeting face to face. The power of the Internet was coming true. ‘Well you are here now then.’ ‘Take them off now you mean?’ She said it quietly. They were the only one’s at that section of the bar but suddenly she had began to feel a little nervous. ‘Why not it’s what we agreed, humour me Em it’s taken me a year to get you here.’ He was still smirking wondering if she was going to bite. He knew that if she did then the Money was the only reason she was here but it would drive her further than she wanted to go and exactly how he had planned. Emma thought about it for a split second trying to calculate how much leg must have been on show when she got her drink she looked around and noticed the arm of the chair, but even then she would have had to sit back and the skirt was to short. ‘How much?’ She didn’t know where the words had come from, but they slipped from her mouth and she watched Colin’s smile grow and realised that she should maybe not have encouraged him. ‘Back to the £100 as we agreed and £80 if you don’t or maybe I’ll go now if you don’t want my Money.’ He was tempted to take out the £200 he had taken out from the bank earlier that day. He had already spent £10 in the bar. The hotel room had already been booked and he had the key for upstairs as the bar doubled up as a hotel. ‘£20 just to take my knickers off?’ Emma said it almost as if it was a joke nothing to do with reality, her hands were beginning to sweat. ‘How much they cost it’s a win win situation for us both.’ Colin was continuing to smile he didn’t realise how easy this would be. He may have lost the comfort of his computer, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. ‘Ok.’ Emma stood holding her skirt down against her legs. She wanted her £100 it’s what she had come for. Emma knew if she hesitated she wouldn’t do this so she moved quickly and went to the toilets. * Colin was left on his own as his thoughts were beginning to become a little more deranged and excited he realised that Money was the driven thing that was Emma’s drug. A little bit of alcohol and persuasion he thought and he would get what he wanted. He already had her pretty much sussed and in a minute she would return wearing only her skirt and top with her stockings. She was practically half naked in a kind of round of way. He wondered how long he would wait before suggesting they went upstairs; maybe a second bottle would be enough. He would make sure that her glass was more filled than his. He sat now and he waited for her return. * Emma shuffled her legs as she stood in the cubicle her underwear dropping to the floor. She thought of pretending that she had taken them off but could tell from Colin’s mood that it would take proof for him to believe her. She was a little shocked by his domineering voice and his attitude. Maybe for a split second she thought that it was a bad idea all together. You here things. No, she had came this far and for a £100 it would not be that bad they would be in the bar so she would be safe. She bent and picked her knickers up and stuffed them in her handbag. Unlocking the door, she went again to sit and wondered how she would now keep her modesty. * Emma arrived back and managed just to sit down at the table without exposing herself now in two locations. Every time she lent at all forward she thought her breasts were going to spill over the top of her top. She was sure once or twice already her nipples must have been exposed at the right angle. Her skirt this time as she sat managed to stay in place and not ride up as she moved in her chair. ‘Hey Em, your back! Have a fun trip to the toilet?’ Colin was smirking still she wondered if that look would ever go from his face. ‘Let’s see then.’ Emma knew what he meant and had expected such, and had a plan already. Emma went to her bag and let him see the top of her underwear showing that she had removed it . ‘Happy?’ It was more of a statement than a question. ‘Well where was the fun in that!’ Colin was still smirking and Emma was starting to get a bad feeling again, and looked at the glass of wine, she took a large mouthful with out realising that her glass had been filled. ‘It still gave you the answer.’ Emma was not confident the answer was good enough thou anymore. She was beginning to feel that she was being set for a fall. Colin thou changed the subject. ‘So what are you doing at the weekend then, still got that shopping trip planned that you mentioned?’ ‘Yes, I am hoping to go into to town for a few things, but hopefully without as many looks as I got today.’ Emma joked about it she was trying to make herself feel better, while trying to calm her self down a little. £100 was all that was going through her head. ‘Think you will be able to get everything you want?’ Colin was beginning to probe a little hoping Emma wouldn’t pick up his line of questioning quite yet. ‘Hopefully but don’t know I’m female can always see something on the day.’ Emma continued to drink at her wine. She was now holding the glass in her hand thinking it was the safest way to conceal all. ‘Ah true, hence today I take it?’ The smirk had gone slightly from Colin’s face but not totally he continued the questioning. ‘Well any little helps.’ Emma took another mouthful finishing the glass. She went to bend forward and realised raising a hand to hold her top in place she put the glass on the table. Colin filled the glass without saying anything, the bottle was empty and he instantly offered another. ‘I’ll get another one shall I.’ He had moved before Emma had said anything she sat at the table on her own thinking on for a second. She placed her finger on the couch in front checking making sure there were no gaps and only her legs could be seen as she sat. She was safe for now. Emma wondered where Colin was going to take this she had a feeling she would have to keep her wits about her as she was doing, but she was unsure what his plans were. Although without thinking it for more courage and to try and keep her fears away Emma had finished the three quarters of a glass from the end of the bottle. It was beginning to hit home. * Colin stood at the bar waiting to be served, he couldn’t believe his luck he chanced it with asking Emma to remove her underwear and succeeded. Now he thought he would have her later that evening. Cash back! The thought instantly hit him realising a quick way to get more Money just in case she drove a harder bargain. He ordered another bottle and a couple of shots for them each and headed back to the table £50 better off in his pocket. It was 2.15pm. * Emma watched as Colin brought the drinks over. She spotted the shot glasses and thought that this was starting to get worse. Her head had started to feel a little light headed already with the speed of what she had already drank the wine, but shots to she now knew Colin had only one intention. ‘Thought I would add a little spice.’ The smirk had come back across Colin’s face and Emma was beginning to dislike it more and more. ‘I can see that anyone would think you are trying to get me drunk.’ She thought bluntness was the only way she was going to be able to get around the situation. ‘What we are just two friends having drinks together, no one is trying to do anything. We are here of our own choice. Now come on we going to drink these?’ Colin had sat down and placed the shots in front of Emma. He was beginning to wonder if she was realising what was he was trying to do. ‘Ok here we go then.’ Emma had not moved her legs having them positioned knowing that her modesty was being kept. She put her hand back to her top to stop exposing her breasts as she took the two shot glasses one by one twisting her face as she tasted the warmness of the fluids going down. She automatically grabbed her wine glass and took two large mouthfuls before realising she was emptying that glass again as well. ‘Errr I need to lie down.’ It had all hit her at once she was drunk. ‘I got somewhere were you can lie down upstairs. I booked a room make it easier for me than having to travel back to night. £20 on top of the £100 if you come up to the room, you can lie as long as you like.’ Colin jumped on the opportunity to get Emma upstairs. Emma looked at him for a second knowing what he was suggesting but she thought that she would be able to hold him off just while the initial kick of the alcohol wore off. ‘£30 and no funny business Mister.’ Emma almost managed to giggle as if she was actually joking with him. ‘I’ll lead the way.’ Colin didn’t give Emma a chance to change her mind the smirk was back firmly on his face. He knew now he had won. * They walked into the room and Emma looked around standard small room, she looked at the bed and went to sit on it her head was still spinning. She turned to face him, had had brought the remaining wine. She lay her back flat against the bed with her legs straight in front of her, bent at the knee looping to the floor off the edge of the bed. Colin put the glasses and bottle down. ‘What shall we do with you now, are you drunk?’ He was getting eager, he saw her lay there and wanted her. ‘A little I think those shots has hit me.’ Emma was loose a little her inhibitions had almost gone. ‘So what to do now then Em?’ He was trying to leave all to her suggestion, but Emma knew better than that. ‘Up to you, Col!’ She put so much emphasis on the shorting of his name, giggling a little as he had shortened her name. He looked down her legs; the stocking tops were on view. ‘Nice hold up’s you picked well.’ Colin was unsure how to proposition Emma, although he was eager and could feel himself swelling in his jeans. Emma looked down and noticed that they were showing. As Emma lent forward her skirt rose a little at the front showing a small part of her leg past the tops of the hold ups. ‘And I bet what ever is past the top of there is even nicer.’ He was struggling now to hide his excitement. Emma just looked round at Colin and sat up. The skirt raised back down covering her up a little more. ‘Oh, shall we play a game?’ He had an idea. Emma turned to face him moving her legs together on to the bed. Colin still stood. ‘What sort of game do you want to play?’ She was curious, she had an idea where he was going with this but was unsure for definite. ‘Well ok,’ Colin took out his wallet and laid £120 on the dresser and the remaining of the Money he had next to it. Emma’s eyes lit up, ‘that’s your Money already, and this is my Money. How about a few bets, or dares?’ He was smirking again. This was the question about whether Emma would go through with what he wanted. He noted Emma’s eyes and how they glared at the second pile of cash. ‘Ermmmm, like go on give me an example.’ She didn’t move. ‘Well let me see, I’ll bet you £10 of yours, for £20 of mine that you wouldn’t go to the bathroom and take your clothes off and come back wrapped in a towel.’ He wished he had more Money. Emma sat up she didn’t say anything Money was in her head. How far was this going to go was all that was going through her head? She heard him shout to leave the stockings on. She did as he asked and took off her shoes and vest and skirt. She looked in the mirror before trying to get the towel wrapped round her she now felt vunerable and wondered if she could get out of this, but she wanted the Money and was driven by it. She walked out. ‘Oh I meant leave you shoes on to sorry.’ Emma turned and walked back into the bathroom and put her heels back on walking out. He passed her another glass of wine and she drank it almost in one mouthful. ‘See easy.’ He said putting the further £20 on her pile. She didn’t want to sit the towel was small and she was struggling to keep it on and tucked together. ‘Want another one?’ He knew her drug now and lifted the Money up in front of her. ‘Go on.’ ‘Ok for another £20 but to loose £50, you can’t think and have to do it within two seconds of me finishing speaking and saying go,’ he was racing almost now as he spoke, ‘drop the towel. GO.’ He waited, and she did. It fell to the floor and she was naked exposed and just how he wanted her. She didn’t speak, didn’t say a thing. Emma had even blinked an eyelid. She didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or the Money that had made her automatically take the towel off. She was unsure what would happen next but in her head she was already beginning to close off and think only of the Money. ‘Fuck, wow – nice body.’ Colin was slightly unsure what to say he moved the Money over to her pile. ‘So you got me naked Colin, now what?’ Emma moved to the bed and sat on the edge before leaning back. She wanted the Money. ‘How much you got left?’ She was not sure what had come over her at all she blinked for a second in her head. Trying to not show an ounce of emotion and hold her self together. ‘£80 left in my pile.’ He was looking at her lay naked on the bed. Her young form was lustful, soft skin still firm in all the right places. ‘£80 to fuck you, or I take it all away!’ She knew it was coming she had realised as soon as he had taken the £20 away for her wearing underwear. It finally came into her head she had known all along and she had made a choice. There was £240 or nothing and she had promised herself the new cloths with the original £100 and that it would be over very quickly. ‘Get undressed.’ * He was balding, spreading around the middle, hairy. His skin was blotchy. She looked at his cock and the head managed to just push through his foreskin it looked lumpy unattractive. Emma lay on the bed and let her legs part, she still had the shoes on and they dug the covers down on the bed. She braced herself as the smirk was on Colin’s face. He climbed onto the bed and she waited with baited breath he lay down and she felt his weight on her, and she turned her head to the side. He took hold of himself and began to probe between her legs, and he was in. She gasped, and the Money began to clear in her head, and now the only word that would ring out in her ears was, whore. She had just made herself into a whore. She never felt him anymore, she had closed off to it, and he began to pound into her, she gasped and groaned a little out of the ill comfort of having him between her legs. It didn’t take long for him to orgasm. She hadn’t even thought about contraceptive till she felt him explode inside her. He lay there for a minute or two and moved still smirking. ‘I had been wanting to do that since we first started talking.’ He was grinning she was unsure what to say and just smiled. ‘I need to shower.’ She stood up and walked away her cloths were in the bathroom and she wanted to get out of there now. ‘Yeah sure, go for it.’ Colin was almost cold as he spoke, Emma wondered if that was the end of even their online relationship. She knew he would never let her forget this. Would he expect it again? Emma quickly got into the shower and began to scrub with her hand at her bits, where she could feel his cum sliding down her leg. She shuffled down the shower wall and tears began to form in her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. She really could call herself a whore. But £240 she thought. I have only been here for about 2 hours. She quickly tried to push the guilt to the back of her mind and finished showering. Realising that she would have to get the morning after pill. Emma dried herself off and dressed and tried to stand as tall as she did. She walked out of the bathroom and directly past Colin who also had dressed himself. She picked up the Money that he had still left on the side and turned to him. ‘I best get off then, speak to you later online?’ ‘bbbuttt, yeah sure.’ Colin thought that she might have stayed but understood as such that she had no reason. ‘Bye then speak soon, nice meeting you.’ Emma said and turned and walked straight out of the room with out even waiting for Colin to stay goodbye. She was £240 better off, but in her mind she was now a whore. Chapter 2 Emma sat at the computer, her favourite band had just released a new song and she was waiting for it to download. It had been two weeks since she had slept with Colin for the Money. She had tried not to dwell or actually think about it neither. She had so far managed to avoid Colin online and ignored the couple of texts that he had sent her. She had totally actually forgotten about the sex it was defiantly forgettable in her eyes, the only thing that kept hitting her mind was the Money. She had been paid for sex and was a whore. The Money had been spent the day and she hadn’t cried since the shower in the hotel room, but it still niggled at her. The song started to download and Emma, looked at the screen watching the percentage bar increased with the file download. Her eyes flickered to the bottom of the screen as she saw Colin come online, and then he messaged her. ‘Hi Emma, hope you are ok not spoken to you for a couple of weeks?’ Emma watched as the message came on the screen. She wanted to lash out hit the screen for what he had made her feel., but she took a deep breath in and thought to be polite. ‘Hi Colin, all is fine here.’ She was short; the downloading of the song was slowing down. ‘Glad you are ok, thought you were ignoring me after we met, I had fun.’ She winced knowing he could not see. ‘Thought you had.’ She didn’t want to give away any of her emotions. ‘I mentioned you to a friend of mine and he thought I had been very lucky!’ She didn’t know what to say and gasped. She wanted to scream. ‘Oh!’ She didn’t know what else to say and was feeling numb. ‘Yeah, he wanted me to ask you if you would be willing to do it again, with him to. It would be for Money! Again?’ She saw the capped word and thought for a second it was all that had drawn her to the screen. ‘How much?’ Her head had gone a little blank, she still only looked at the capped word, she had realised that is what had pushed her through with the encounter with Colin, and it was as if it was her drug. ‘Well he says the going rate is actually about £100 for such an occasion. So seeing there is the two of us their he said £200?’ For a split second she had thought that it would be double the original occasion between her a Colin, but her mind was made up. ‘Ok,’ and so it was set, she would sell her body again, ‘that’s fine.’ * Emma stood at the hotel room door. Colin had given her the room number about an hour ago via text. She took a deep breath in and sighed. She had dressed as she had been asked once more not knowing if this time it had come from Colin or from his friend that Emma had since found out was called Mark. She hadn’t even asked to see a picture of Mark, for a split second she thought of turning around but she knocked remembering the £200 that had been promised. Colin opened the door, ‘Hello Em!’ Emma stood their noticing the smirk that she remembered and that had haunted her occasional dreams. She was wearing a short denim skirt again but slightly longer than before, and had worn no underwear this time as requested. She had a plain top on that cut away just below her shoulders leaving them exposed. She could feel her breasts moving freely as she had walked through the town to get to the hotel. ‘Hi Colin, are you going to leave me standing here or let me in.’ She had tried to practice the confident performance that she had eventually given or thought she had given the previous time. ‘Of course, of course come in. This is Mark.’ Colin looked over to the other side of the room where Emma saw a man that she presumed that must have been the same age as Colin, and about the same overweight with age build. He had more hair than Colin on his head and it was flat and brushed forward slightly in a tangle. ‘Hmmm this is Emma, good timing – fancy a line?’ Mark held up a rolled up £20 note and smiled at Emma. drugS! The word screamed through Emma’s head. She was now in a whole other world. The brain was ticking instantly telling her not to, but she did not want to loose face. ‘Of course.’ Emma walked over, wanting to show that she was full of confidence and try and stay in control. She smiled at Mark. ‘You are even fitter than Colin said.’ He also had a stupid grin that Emma could see again becoming a feature of the afternoon. She had promised to spend the afternoon with them. Colin had got that in making sure the repeat of Emma leaving instantly after they had sex did not happen again. Emma didn’t even answer and just took the rolled up note off Mark, she had watched friends do cocaine before. She was sure she would be able to pass this off as not her first time. She had to lean down to the desk and bend slightly; she placed the note next to the edge of white powder. She felt his hand on her leg, rising upward to the bottom of her bottom. She snorted. It tingled. He felt his hand rise and squeeze her arse cheeks and then his finger probe at her outer lips. She picked up on the initial rush of the cocaine as his finger entered her she stood upright, this was going to be different was what was running into her head, and then her inhibitions went. Emma stepped forward, making Mark’s finger leave her and she turned, her head was spinning and she was feeling the rush of the drug. ‘That’s good.’ She was unsure what else to say. ‘Thought, you might like that, your pussy felt good to.’ He was grinning, Emma smiled again, and she watched Colin at the other end of the room. She could tell who was in charge out of the two of them. ‘Glad you liked it.’ She was answering so she didn’t seem silent wanting to keep with the conversation to give the air of confidence she was trying to show. ‘Ready for some cock in it then?’ Emma was unsure if it was a question or a command. She just smiled at Mark, not sure what to say she had lost that slight bit of confidence. ‘Bend over the bed.’ Emma looked and didn’t take any of her clothes off and bent down her legs together with her hands on the bed lent half over. She could hear Mark undo his trousers and felt him lift her skirt. He pushed at her legs with his feet and she opened them and she felt the head of his cock against her opening. He pushed and she shuddered forward as she felt him force himself in her. Her eyes widened and she gripped the bed covers as she felt the size of him invade her. He was big. He began to thrust in and out of her, this was different he was being forceful and it was hurting her slightly. She looked up and Colin had his grin on her the drug was still making her buzz, but she was feeling the force of Marks enjoyment. Emma’s mind had gone she was now focusing on the Money as she continued to feel the pounding that Mark was giving her. She felt his ball sack smack against her as he thrusted back and to. Colin watching was eager she could see the hard on in his trousers as he looked as his friend fucked her. Emma felt Mark spasm and his sperm flow into her. Again she had not thought of contraceptive until it was to late, what risks was she taking. As he pulled out she collapsed onto the bed Emma heard him do up his trousers, and the sniffing noise as he snorted more cocaine. ‘Good pussy you have, another line?’ She had to try and keep up was all that was going through her head, and she had enjoyed the buzz of the first one. ‘Sure.’ Emma lifted herself from the bed, turned and lowered her skirt; she could feel the fluid from Mark’s sperm run down her leg, she wasn’t thinking of the guilt yet. Emma was trying to keep her senses. Lowering her skirt back down to presentable she leaned over and snorted again. The rush was more intense and as she stood up she gasped. ‘It’s good stuff,’ Mark grinned at Emma, ‘Colin’s go?’ He was giving her no chance to recover and was almost demanding that she opened her legs instantly again. ‘Of course.’ Emma turned and looked at Colin, and he again seemed eager like a schoolboy. She turned and climbed onto the bed, the rush of the cocaine hitting her senses. She lifted her skirt up around her waist as she lay on the bed, still feeling Mark’s juice down her leg. She offered herself up to him quite easily, not sure if it was the cocaine or not that was making her feel so uninhibited. Colin had his trousers off; he climbed up she felt his breath close to her face. It took him all of a second to push into her, Emma gasped although due to the size difference she didn’t feel any of the pain that she had with Mark. It was Colin’s turn now to begin to fuck her. It dawned on Emma; she was taking her second cock within the space of an hour. She was not sure what to think now the drugs were altering what she knew she should be thinking. She was waiting for guilt and hurt to hit but it didn’t. Emma lay there and looked and saw Mark playing with himself she couldn’t believe he was hard again already. He motioned to her and lent up on the bed. She watched as he came closer and placed the head of his cock against her lips. She knew what to do and opened her mouth as he began to shove his cock into her mouth slowly. Letting her become used to it and being more accommodating than before. Emma for a second forgot about the fact that she was being paid for the sex and almost began to enjoy herself but just at that moment Colin came, grunting loudly as he did rolling off her, her eyes turning as she continued to suck against Marks cock. ‘My turn again I think, and more coke for you.’ Mark took himself from the bed, letting Emma breath rapidly through her mouth gaining a little more of her senses. He motioned her towards him and the dresser table. Emma lent down feeling the second mix of sperm running down her leg. She snorted. Another rush. ‘Bend over again while I dump my second load in you.’ Mark spoke so coarsely it jolted Emma a little as she felt the effects of the drug hitting. She didn’t refuse, and bent her skirt still round her waste. Mark trailed his cock down between her arse cheeks, leaving it for a second against her arsehole. Emma squealed leaning forward, Mark pushed into her pussy and chuckled to himself. He thrust again and Emma struggled to keep herself on her hands as she lent over the bed, and kept almost collapsing. That she knew must be the drugs. It didn’t take Mark long to cum this time and Emma instantly collapsed on the bed. She hadn’t said a word to either of them since before Colin had entered her. ‘More coke?’ Emma could feel the drug wearing off and someone it began to hurt she was beginning to feel the use and the dirtiness of what she had just done. How could she have let her self get into this? ‘Not now I have to go.’ Mark was grinning; he took a pen from his coat pocket and wrote on a piece of paper. ‘Here is my telephone number, if you get to desperate for some ring me, I am sure we can arrange something.’ He picked up his coat and walked to leave the room. ‘Here Colin, thanks man good little whore you got there pay her for me and I’ll sort you later.’ With that Mark left the room. The word hit home with Emma, she was hurting mentally and physically. She had just had sex three times in the space of the last hour. Normally she would have had it once a week with ex boyfriends. Mentally she was wanting to burst she suddenly had the last hour weighing on her shoulders it wasn’t nice. She was thinking her mind was racing she had got through this because of the cocaine and she wanted more. For now thou she had to deal with Colin. ‘Want me to do anything?’ Colin had noticed how drained she looked. ‘I’ll be ok I just need to clean up.’ Emma wanted it all to finish and got up and went to get herself clean. She was in tears before she had even got to the bathroom. She didn’t even take her clothes off and began to use the showerhead against her legs and her pussy cleaning what had already leaked from her. Her head was buzzing still. Her skirt was now wet in places and she dried off her legs. She walked out after trying to make her hair look presentable. She promised her self it was the last time. ‘Can I have another shag Em?’ Colin was pushing his luck she didn’t know what to say to him and just stared. ‘I’ll give you an extra £20 it’s all I have on me Mark got me to pay for the hotel.’ The Money Emma’s eyes lit up almost, that is why she was here, and with that without speaking she lay back down to take her position as a whore. * ‘Mmmmark?’ Emma had called it was three days from when they had met. Her mind had been all over the place. The guilt had been eating away at her of what she had done. Coke, was what else had been on her mind some how she had the feeling that it would all go away if she could have some more of it. Which is why she had called Mark. The Money she had from Colin had been spent on clothes, and she had got drunk that night. She had only a fraction of it left. ‘Emma, I wondered if you would call. Hope you are ok after the other day?’ He spoke with confidence and an air that Emma almost found intimidating. ‘I’m fine. I wondered if you could get me some Coke?’ Emma couldn’t believe she was asking for drugs, it is what she wanted it had numbed the pain at the time and she wanted that feeling back of the pain of what had happened gone. ‘£40 a gram and it’s yours.’ Instant price, he knew what he was talking about and Emma didn’t have enough Money. ‘I don’t have it.’ She didn’t know what else to say, she felt distraught thinking that she would not be long before the pain had gone. ‘You can pay me in another way?’ He sounded so familiar, as if they had known each other for years but they had only met once and he had paid her for sex. ‘How?’ Emma knew what he meant and wanted him to say it. ‘I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes round the corner from your house if you give me the address. I’ll give you as much coke as you want while your in my company but I get sex exactly as I want any complaints and your coke runs out.’ He sounded as if this had not been the first time he had given out this offer. ‘Ok.’ Emma didn’t know what else to say except that she wanted it and needed it, but more hurt was going to have to happen to get it. * Emma stood on the corner it had been twenty-five minutes since she had called Mark. She had got home and changed as he asked. No underwear and a skirt with a coat on. He didn’t want the skirt but Emma didn’t have a coat long enough to get out of the house. So she was wearing her slightly longer than waist bubble plastic jacket that was black. It came down to her hips and she had it zipped right up. She was sure again that she looked like the whore. She almost had tears in her eyes as she waited. It was only sex for what I want she kept trying to tell herself but it was beginning not to work. She was ready to walk away when she heard a beep of a car horn. She was Mark and walked over. ‘Get in.’ Mark had wound the window down and was blunt, Emma didn’t want to hang around they were close to her house. She got in the car and reached for the seat belt putting it on. ‘Glove box, you line yourself one up if you want,’ her need was eager and she wanted for the hit and feeling she was going to get, ‘and I get to tie you up when we get back to the bed.’ He had led her up the path now; she was in a catch twenty-two. She reached for the glove box and took what she needed, she didn’t care now and wanted to feel the buzz she had previously. She saw the business card and used it and chopped at the cocaine and made herself a line and snorted it and felt as if the whole world had just left her shoulders. * They walked in through the living room of Mark’s flat. It was cold and Emma thought she could smell damp. Mark’s cloths gave a sense of wealth but this flat seemed to have been left behind. ‘Through here.’ Mark point to a bed which was un made and looked dirty those sheets hadn’t been washed for a long time and they almost made Emma want to be sick. This was a whole different world from the hotel rooms previously. ‘ Take your clothes off and get on the bed then.’ Mark was forceful with his words now and Emma wondered if this was right, there was no Colin to protect her now. She wondered for a split second how even someone like Colin would know Mark. She first took her coat off with her back to him, and slipped the skirt down, she wanted more drugs and knew this was the only way she was going to get them. It felt slightly strange as she removed her trainers. Previously this had been for Money but now it was drugs, she still wanted something but that something now had changed. Emma wondered how she would feel that she wasn’t actually leaving with anything like before. ‘Good girl, now you can have a little more.’ He offered a line to her on the table and she instantly moved and snorted it quickly her head almost going all floppy as she got the rush from it, sitting back on the bed. ‘Now lie down don’t mind the mess.’ Emma moved slowly and Mark didn’t like it he quickly moved his hands and pushed her backwards. Emma didn’t like that but didn’t say anything. Mark now took her hand and cuffed it. Emma’s head spun round as he linked her to the bed. ‘I did say, you going to enjoy this and you know it you whore.’ He cuffed the second hand at the other side forcefully moving her arm as he did so pulling on her as he trapped her to the metal bars of the headrest. | ||
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