Chapter 5 - 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 5 - My First Trick That Started It All

The motel room was tiny, outdated, and smelt like sex. As I walked to the bathroom, I passed by a collection of micro bikinis hanging in the closet. I then saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror where my tits were covered in dark purple hickeys, dried cum were flaking off my inner thighs, tits, and face, and my pussy and asshole were a swollen mess. I didn't recognize who the person was staring back at me.

I turned the shower on, stepping directly into the scalding hot water. I let it sear my skin while I grabbed the mini bar of soap and scrubbed my body of the filth that was stuck on my skin until it was red and raw. I stayed in the shower until the water ran ice cold as I thought about how I even got here. I then stumbled out of the tub, wrapping myself in a stained, thin, white towel. I stared at myself in the mirror again acknowledging that I was cleaner, but I still felt dirty.

I collapsed on top of the bed and instantly fell asleep. I dreamt being back in that alley, but this time, I wasn't a victim. I was a girl who loved having sex, screaming for more cock to fill my holes, and begging them to fuck me harder while my body ached in pleasure as I was used over and over again. I woke up gasping for air while my cunt was dripping wet.

It was just past midnight when I realized that my backpack and phone were missing. I called my mom on the motel's landline to make sure she knew I was okay. “Hello,” her voice sounding frantic. “Oh my god, where are you? I tracked your phone and found your backpack and phone on the sidewalk on Blossom Street. I thought someone kidnapped you!"

I lied as I said, “Mom, Mom, calm down. I’m okay. I met some new friends from school and they invited me to a sleepover this weekend. I must have dropped my stuff when we were messing around with each other while we walked. I’m so sorry that I didn’t call sooner.” She was so relieved to hear my voice and know that I was fine. “Oh, thank God. Okay. Just be safe, honey. Call me if you need anything.”

As I hung up the phone, all that I could think about was cock. My hunger was real and there was only one thing I could do about it. I went to the closet to grab a black, bejeweled, micro bikini top and matching g-string thong that had less material than a shoelace. I looked like I was heading to a spring break orgy. That was exactly the point. I was done hiding. If I was meant to be a whore then I was going to fucking look like one.

The cool night air hit my skin as I stepped outside. Blossom Street was waking up. Music thumped from nearby strip clubs and bars and the streets were infested with men looking for a good time. I felt no fear, no shame. Clara was right. They'd already taken my innocence for free. Now it was time to get paid and have fun.

I found my spot against a brick wall, right by the alley where I'd been reborn. I leaned, arching my back and thrusting my tits out, mimicking the girls around me. A large pickup truck screeched to a halt in front of where I stood. A middle-aged black man, his wedding band reflecting off the neon lights, leaned over towards the passenger window. "How much for a little fun baby," he asked as his eyes scanned my body.

I stared right at him and laid it all out with confidence. "A hundred to fuck any hole you want. Fifty for a blowjob. You can cum on my face, mouth, or tits for an extra fifty. And I do this all naked. I also don't give a fuck if you wear a rubber or not." The words flowed out of me naturally like I had done this before.

With a perverted grin, he said, "So, only two-hundred for everything? Get in."

I slid into the passenger seat where the man's truck had a new-car smell. As he drove us a block away, under a dark deserted underpass, my eyes landed on a taped photo on his dash: him, his smiling wife, and their two little boys at Disneyland. I had chosen this. I was choosing to be a whore and a homewrecker. Before he’d even fully parked, I'd ripped off my tiny bikini and leaned over, freeing his hard black cock from his jeans. I guided it into my eager mouth, swallowing him whole as he killed the engine. I took him down my throat, gagging until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. He fisted a handful of my hair, brutally fucking my face, using my mouth like a cheap fleshlight.

"That's it, you fucking slut," he snarled. "Gag on it. This is all you're good for, isn't it? A warm hole to dump my load in." My own spit dripped down my chin as I moaned while his shaft was down my throat.

He shoved me off of his cock, my back hitting the passenger door, as he climbed on top of me. "My wife just fucking cheated on me and I needed to take it out on someone." He spat on my pink hole, lubing it up, before he started fucking my cunt hard while he put his hand around my neck. "You all are nothing but scum." He slapped my tits hard as it jiggled uncontrollably. I screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Yeah, scream for me," he growled, his rhythm becoming more punishing. "This is what all useless bitches like you are good for. This is your purpose." He was taking all of his frustrations, all his resentment towards his cheating wife, out on my body and I fucking loved it. He rammed his bare cock into me again and again while my swollen cunt was dripping wet. I started frantically rubbing my clit, my fingers soaked in my own juices, chasing an orgasm as he used my pussy for his pleasure. He hammered into me without any remorse as the truck rocked with every thrust. His balls were slapping against my ass as he continued to degrade me, "You like that? You like being treated like your nothing, huh whore? Take it! Take my fucking cock bitch!"

With a final roar, he buried himself, balls deep, in my pussy and exploded, flooding my hole with his warm cum. "Take it, whore! Take my fucking nut!" he yelled as my body shook. The feeling of his cock pulsating inside me sent me over the edge. I orgasmed so hard, squirting all over his dick as my cunt was spasming wildly while I milked his cock for every last drop. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, before pulling out where a wet, filthy, popping sound echoed in his truck. His cum leaked from my gaping hole down to my thighs while he looked down at me with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction. "Fucking whore! That felt so good," he muttered as he zipped up his pants. He pushed me out of his truck and threw two crumpled $100 bills on the ground. I made a silent vow to myself right then and there as I picked up the money, put my bikini back on, and walked back to the brick wall where I was just picked up. I would always embrace the real me and the real me had always been a whore.

The rest of the weekend was a non-stop fuckfest where I embraced the complete and utter whore that I was born to be. I fucked in countless stranger's cars, on my stained motel bed, and back in the alley where it all started. I didn't just get fucked by men I didn't know. I worshiped their cocks like they were gods. I was on my knees constantly, choking myself on their shafts until my face was layered in cum and spit as I begged them to fuck my throat harder. I offered up my ass to anyone who wanted it, letting them stretch my shithole until it was a gaping cum leaking mess. I did the filthiest things imaginable with my pussy, letting them shove anything they wanted in my hole. Word got around quickly about the new girl, me, being the hottest girl on Blossom Street who does the most nastiest things.

It was Sunday evening and the sun began to set. I knew it was time to go home to face the life I had abandoned for the past 48 hours. I didn't bother trying to find any real clothes. The slutty micro bikinis in the motel closet and the black stiletto heels I wore throughout the weekend were now my new wardrobe. I chose a tiny yellow sling bikini, a mere scrap of fabric that did nothing to cover my DD tits or my large round ass. The thin strings of my top, that supposed to hide my tits from being exposed, cut across my nipples that barely covered my areolas. While the bottom of my bikini had a small triangle-shaped fabric that disappeared between my ass cheeks. The string meant to cover my cunt was so thin it sank between my pussy lips creating a permanent and revealing wedgie.

I walked home without feeling any shame while my tits jiggled freely and my ass swayed with every step. The few women that I passed by on the street showed there disdain as they gave me dirty looks. I responded by smiling at them, proud of the whore that I had become. As I turned onto my street, Derek's dad, the father of my biggest bully in school, stood in his driveway, unloading groceries from his minivan. Mr. Henderson was a handsome silver fox, in his late 50s, that all the mom's had a crush on even though he was happily married. He was also the head coach of my high school's football team. He looked up as I approached. His eyes widened, his jaw practically hitting the pavement as he took in the sight of my near naked body. A slow, perverted grin was plastered across his face as he blatantly stared at my tits and pussy.

"Hi, Mr. Henderson," I said in a sweet seductive purr. I walked right up to him, making sure to sway my hips slowly. "How are you?" His eyes glued to my body as he responded with a flirty comment, "I'm great now that your here. That's some outfit you got on." I lied as I explained, "I just came from a pool party and by the way you are staring at me, it seems you really like my bikini, Mr. Henderson." He looked like he was daydreaming as he abruptly shook his head trying to get back to reality as he said, "Sorry for staring. I just think you look great in that bikini."

I purposely fumbled with my house keys, dropping them on the pavement. "Oops," I giggled, turning my back to him and bending over at the waist to pick them up. I knew exactly what I was doing. The tiny string of my bikini shifted, pulling completely to the side, exposing my pussy and tight puckering asshole in front of Mr. Henderson. I held the position for a moment, longer than necessary, letting him take it all in. When I stood up and turned back around, his face was flushed with lust. I decided to push it further. "You like what you see," I asked as I pulled my flimsy top aside, letting my big tits spill out with my nipples hard and pointing right at him.

Flashing my tits in front of Mr. Henderson was all that was needed. He dropped the bag of groceries he was holding, cans and boxes clattering onto the driveway. In seconds, he was on me. His rough hands grabbing my tits, squeezing and kneading them like dough. "You're so fucking sexy. It looks like those school rumors I heard about you are true," he growled, his fingers pinching my hard nipples. I moaned as his other hand slid down my stomach, inside my bikini bottom, as a couple of his fingers plunged into my wet cunt. He finger fucked me right there in his driveway while his thumb rubbed my clit. His wife's voice suddenly yelled from inside the house, "Honey, what's taking so long with those groceries?" Mr. Henderson froze, yanking his hands off my tits and out of my bikini as if he'd been burned. He took a quick step back, his face in a panic. I just laughed, blowing him a kiss as I turned and walked to my front door. I knew this wouldn't be the last time I'd have an interaction like this with Derek's dad.