The Story of a Waif

Noise.
Lights.
People.
Mostly people.
All around her, there were people.
People walking, people riding bikes, people driving.
And one man carrying her.
The man did not tell her his name; nor did she care. All she wanted was food.
She was a beggar, and he was a man with money.
It all made sense to her... Or at least she thought.

After several minutes of walking, they reached a house.
It was big. Very big.
The man took her inside.
He set her in a chair at his table.
He left the room.
She knew what was coming next.
About five minutes later, the man came out.
With food.

After ravenously tearing through every morsel given to her, she felt bloated.
She started to leave, but the man stopped her.
He wanted repayment.
She said she had no money, but the man had a better idea.
He entered the bedroom.
He tore off her torn and shredded clothes.
And he entered her.

This is where it slows down a bit. Before it was fast-paced, but it has more detail.

The entrance into her was not exactly painful to her, in fact it felt...
Good. Something she hadn't felt in a very long time.
She felt pleasure.
The man slowly thrusted his large, veiny phallus into her tight virginial slit, slowly getting faster and faster. As the man sped up, she began to feel new emotions. She felt happy and sad at the same time. Happy because she knew that the man would not be satisfied with one time, meaning she would get more food and more pleasure, but sad because she felt like she had lost... Something. Her innocence, perhaps.

The man began to speed up even more, faster and faster and faster, and they both began to moan, then speak, then yell-very loudly, as she recalled- about how great this moment was. He began to speed up even more, until finally yelling out something the waif of a woman couldn't understand, and then-

She felt him pull out of her, leaving the woman with a sense of disappointment. Then, she felt something hot on her stomach. A liquid, it seemed. The man told her it was cum, and that it comes out when he orgasms. She began to get more interested in this liquid, and the man told her how to get more;

A blowjob.

She was confused what that was at first, until the man violently rammed his cock down her throat. She went into a moment of shock, then began to instinctively lick and suck the intruder in her mouth. She did not know what she was doing, nor did she care. All she wanted was more of the man's cum.

After several minutes of this severe pummeling of her throat, the rod began to twitch and get hot. The man moaned, then more of the hot, sticky liquid poured onto her waiting mouth and throat. It tasted somewhat bitter, but to her it was delicious.

She wanted more.

The man's proposition was simple. He would give her food, clothes, and a place to eat.
All the wanted in return was her body, in any way he saw fit.
She didn't realize that agreeing to the "Any way he saw fit" part would be a horrible, horrible mistake.

It was a Saturday, 3 days after the girl made the deal. The man wanted to know her name, but she did not have one; so he simply named her Veronica. Veronica then asked the man his name, and he called himself Jared.

Veronica was wolfing down her daily lunch, not expecting what was to come next. She was wearing new clothes Jared had bought her, and she was eating as ravenously as before she met him. As if on cue, when she finished eating Jared opened the door and walked into the house, back from working as an accountant. He said he had a surprise for Veronica, and she followed him to his car.

After around 20 minutes of driving, they arrived at a curious building, with blacked out windows and inconspicuous cameras. As they came closer to the door, she saw several of the cameras focus on the pair. Once they arrived at the door, a slit opened up, showing a man looking out of it.

"What do you want?" The man asked.
"Entrance to the fun," Jared replied to the slit.
"What's the password?"
"I just said it, dipshit."
"No need to be rude."
And with that peculiar greeting, the man opened the door.

The inside was rowdy. The entire building was one solid room, filled with men and women of all races.
She had worked in one of these before, for about 5 seconds.
It was a brothel.

Jared walked right up to the desk next to the door and laid down five hundred dollars in cash. The bouncer behind the desk signaled them to enter, and they walked forward. Around 20 men and women ran to them, plying their trade and hoping to get some of his money in return. He picked out two of the women, one with massive breasts and a tight, pinched face, and another who was obviously new to the place, with a tiny, flat chest and burning red locks of hair, barely even 16 years of age.

The two women asked who was first, and Jared stepped up and sat in a chair. He motioned to the woman with massive breasts, signalling her to suck him off. The woman obliged, kneeling down before him and beginning to stroke his newly hardened rod with her soft, pink tongue. After several moments of flicking her tongue across his head and shaft, he grabbed her head and slowly pushed it onto his cock. The woman opened her mouth and took the head into her mouth, stopping there until slowly sliding further onto his massive phallus. After reaching her lips to his balls, she began to bob back and forth, slowly gaining speed. Veronica heard loud slurping sounds as the woman repeatedly sheathed Jared's dick into her mouth. She began to hum, causing her mouth to vibrate, and it blew Jared over the edge, making him pull her head down onto his 9 inch stick of meat, cum pouring down her throat and into her stomach. Finally she could hold no more and pulled back, letting several splashes of semen spray her face and large, round breasts.

Jared then signaled the girl to step forward, and she hesitantly did. She began to kneel in front of him, but he stopped her. After a moment of confusion, he pointed toward Veronica, who understood the situation.

She was going to have sex with the girl.

The petite young slut slowly kneeled in front of Veronica and peeled off her pants, showing her bare pussy, as Jared did not allow her to wear any form of panties.. She uncertainly moved her head forward, her nose eventually brushing Veronica's clit. This action sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, doubling as the prostitute slowly snaked her tongue and sampled her pussy.