Chapter 3 - Schoolgirl Yanni - The Price of Faking A "Slutty" Reputation

An 18-year-old American mixed race girl named Yanni has spent the last 4 years creating a fake slutty reputation which will eventually become her reality.

Chapter 1: /2025/12/story-45401

Chapter 2: /2025/12/story-45453

Chapter 3 - Grandpa's Whore

My body was a public cum dump. For hours now, I was nothing more than a set of warm holes for any cock that wanted a turn. Some men treated my cunt and asshole like they were trying to rip it apart, slamming into me with brutal force. Others were so pathetic they’d blow their load the second they were inside me. A few looked at me with pity, but as soon as my tight holes clamped around their shafts, their lust took over. I was being degraded, used like a piece of meat, and not a single one of them gave a fuck about me.

"Take it, you fucking slut," one grunted as his hands gripped my hips. "This is the only thing you're good for, whore," another snarled as he spat on my face. "You fucking love this, don't you, you cheap tramp," while the man sucked on my tits and came in my pussy. As time went on, I started to believe their words. The screaming fear I once had was nowhere to be found. It was replaced by moans of pure submissive pleasure. I wasn't fighting it anymore. I was embracing it. I was becoming the whore they all saw me as.

The sky, once vibrant blue with clouds in the air, was now pitch black. The only light that lit the alley came from a flickering lamp mounted on the brick wall above me. My gaping asshole was beaten and on fire, my cunt was puffy and swollen, and my jaw throbbed from being skull fucked as my eyes watered. A mixture of my pussy juice and men's warm cum oozed out of me, dripping onto the filthy ground, creating a sticky layer beneath where I stood while used condoms and condom wrappers were scattered everywhere.

The line finally thinned to one. The last man was an elderly white guy who had me all to himself. He reeked of cheap whiskey as he stumbled walking towards me. He grabbed at my tits, twisted my nipples, and slapped them hard enough to make it sting. He fumbled with his pant's zipper struggling with his drunk shaky hands. His glazed eyes locked onto my face as he smiled. He looked so familiar, but I was so beaten down, exhausted, and desperate for another dick that I couldn't think straight.

When he spoke, his words were slurred. He squinted at me as if he was trying to pull my face from a distant memory. “You know who you look like,” he said. “You look exactly like my granddaughter, Yanni. I haven’t seen her in a few years since her mother divorced my son.”

I didn’t know what to say. I stood in front of him naked, frozen, and in shock, while memories of my grandpa flickered through my mind like old photographs. I then said under my breath, "Grandpa Dale?" He was surprised that I said his name as he excitedly shouted, "Wait a minute... is that you, Yanni? Oh, shit! You look so pretty without any clothes on. And these tits.. these beautiful fucking tits." He went on, continuing to play with my big tits, as he told me the story of why my mother never let him see me again.

“Your mother caught me, remember,” he said as he started rubbing the inside of my thighs. “You and your mother came over to my house and you sat on my lap while we watched football in the living room. I had way too much to drink where I wasn't thinking clearly.” He started to rub my pussy as he continued to pinch my nipples. “She saw me rubbing your thigh under your skirt as I stared at your big boobs that was barely covered by your shirt. She started screaming, calling me a sick old drunk, then she grabbed you and rushed out the door. That was the last time I saw you.”

I remembered that day clearly. It was sometime during the beginning of my sophomore year, though at the time I didn't understand what was going on. I only knew my mom had made a scene. She never explained what had happened, only telling me that Grandpa was a bad man and someone I shouldn’t be around.

Before I could process everything that grandpa had just told me, he spun me around, bent me over while my arms pushed against the brick wall, and rammed his cock straight into my already wrecked asshole. "I knew it," he grunted with a heavy rasp. "I knew you were a fucking whore, Yanni. All those times you sat on my lap, smiling so sweet, and wearing such slutty clothing. I knew you were a dirty little slut just begging for a cock." He punctuated his words with vicious thrusts. His hips slapping against my bruised ass. "Is this what you do when you're not at home, you little whore? Spreading your holes for any guy with a dick? You're such a bad, bad girl."

He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. The heat of his stale breath creeping against my ear. "Your grandma never let me fuck her little shithole. You enjoy this don't you?" I couldn't help myself as I moaned and begged for my grandpa to keep fucking me. "God you're so sexy! This is the best fuck I have had in decades and it's with my favorite little whore." He gave me another round of rapid punishing thrusts as his saggy balls slapped against my ass. "Take it, Yanni! Take my fucking cock!"

As he fucked me hard, my body felt strange where something began to build deep within me. His cock was still buried in my ass and with every thrust, the sensation I felt intensified. This was a familiar feeling that I had with the other men that fucked me today but a little different, something I couldn't control. "Grandpa," I whimpered. "I... I can't hold it anymore!" He made a deep toned groan as he gave me one last brutal thrust as he started emptying his sack deep in my ass. That's all it took where a gush of liquid sprayed from my pussy, soaking his saggy balls and dripped down my thighs. "Holy shit!," he grunted in surprise, pulling out to watch the last few squirts of my cum paint the filthy ground. "You really are a nasty little whore, aren't you? Cumming all over yourself like a good little girl."

He then turned me around and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It was the first time I had ever made out with anyone and I couldn't believe it was with my grandpa. We were swapping spit and tongue wrestling for a few minutes as he started to molest my body again. He then pulled up his pants and zipped himself up, giving me one final kiss on my lips before he stumbled away while saying, "I'll see you again soon honey." I was now alone in this alley in deafening silence.

I collapsed, squatting, pulling my knees to my chest, speechless thinking about what just happened. I just had sex with my fucking grandpa and I enjoyed it. This night destroyed me mentally. My fake slutty reputation was shattered. The rumors were now all true. I was exactly what they said I was. The lies that had engulfed my life where I played along in their dangerous game actually turned me into a cum soaked, cock craving whore tonight and I knew that there was no coming back from this.