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Chav tv whoreAfter drinking numerous bottles of WKD blue at home i (khloe) was feeling Confident. I was wearing my shortest denim micro skirt, a bright pink thong, white fishnet sockings, white high heel ankle boots, bright pink bra, old white vest top far too much slutty make up and my peroxide blonde hair was sc****d back in a pony tail. No denying it I looked like a chav, a council estate slut. Deciding i fancied more to drink I pushed a crumpled up note into my bra along with my cheap fags in the other side and pulled on my adidas tracksuit top. With a deep breath i stepped out of my council flat into the cold night air. Head down I began quickly walking to the shop. It was a rough area so god only know what the drunks, gangs and perverts would do to a tranny slut like me. As I quickly walked the noise of my cheap heels on the concrete was deafening. My heart raced as I knew I was approaching the underpass. The underpass never felt safe, even when I wasn’t looking like a cheap whore. I could hear voices snd and the smell of weed and piss was strong. I took a deep breath and quickly walked on, my heels sounding louder than ever. As I entered the underpass I could feel all eyes on me. Ahead of me was a group of black lads we’re talking to some rough looking older men, they looked terrifying. Smoking weed, drinking and their dogs snarling I knew they were talking about me. As my heart beat faster and my breathing became heavier I got closer. Then the name calling started, slut, whore, scum, skank, white trash, chav slut etc… I knew it was to intimidate me but it excited me. It was true. I was all of those things. As soon as it began It was over, I’d passed them. Feeling confident I lit one of my cheap fags and head held high continued my walk to the shop. Passing the drunks as I approached the shop I dropped my fag and stood on it with my cheap heels. Still with my head held high I entered the shop. I knew it well so quickly grabbed 4 big bottles of WKD blue Snd carried them to the counter. I placed them down and asked for some more fags. I reached into my bra and to my horror I couldn’t find the crinkled up note I’d earlier stashed. I pleased with the shopkeeper to let me have them on but he was having none of it. It was at that point I felt a strong hand on my arse as deep powerful voice growled in my ear “what’s it worth to you slut”PART 2 I froze, my mind went blank. The hand on my arse gripped tighter, I turned around to see a heavily tattooed very rough looking man in his late 40’s. Again he growled “what the fuck is it worth you slut” I managed to mumble “urm, I don’t know, what do you mean?”. Again he growled “it’s not fucking rocket science you cheap whore, we’ll buy you these if you do something in return?” My mind raced, what did he want? What did he mean by WE? I didn’t have any more money so my options were limited. I was starting to sober up but needed some fags. After what felt like minutes but was probably seconds I hesitantly said “I need them, I’ll do it” the rough man paid for my drinks and fags and also bought a cheap bottle of vodka. As he left I was stood rooted to the spot. The man grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the shop. Outside it hit me, what have I done? Can I back out? I could feel the cold air on my arse where my denim micro skirt had ridden up, I tried adjusting it but he told me to leave it. The man opened one of the bottles of WKD and poured a little out and topped the bottle up with vodka. He thrust it in my direction and told me to drink. It was strong, not the sweet taste im used to. I drank and lit a fag escort eskişehir hoping it would calm my nerves. I’d run if I could but not in these heels. He started walking and told me to follow him, it was the opposite direction to home. As my heart and mind raced I followed, smoking and drinking. I must have looked a state, such a cheap common whore. We were heading towards the tower block. Now; where I lived was a bad area but this was on another level. I knew never to venture here at night. As we got closer he grabbed my neck tightly and told me to drink more. He pushed the neck of the bottle passed my lips into my throat and poured. I felt like I was drowning, I began to choke and splutter. This was the first time I’d seen him smile. He enjoyed my suffering. Soon the bottle was empty and he opened another. The same thing topping it up with vodka and barked at me to drink. Then we continued walking. We were approaching the flats and I’d come to terms with the fact he was just going to take me home and fuck me. It wasn’t that bad. Lots of people fuck me. Now getting tipsy and lightheaded I quite enjoyed the the thought of getting free booze and fags in return for a quick fuck. I thought I might forget my money next time too. As we approached the flats he began texting on his phone, no idea what or who? I just thought it would soon be over. As we approached the front doors he stopped. He turned and headed towards a big heavy looking door under the flats and opened it. The first thing that hit me was the smell, it smelt rancid. As we stepped in i was overwhelmed by the stench of garbage and piss. As my eyes began adjusting to the dark he turned on the lights. I was in the bin store. Piles of stinking rubbish everywhere and In the corner was the most rancid and stained matress I’d ever seen. The man grabbed me and threw me on the mattress. The mattress stank, it was damp and surrounded my used condoms. He threw the remaining drink on the mattress next to me and suggested I drank. He then took out his phone again and I heard him saying “the slut took the bait, she’s here” He then headed towards the door. Who the fuck was he talking too? What the fuck have I done? It was no longer fun, I was petrified. He left through the heavy door then a click? Thinking this was my chance to escape I ran to the door. It was heavy and would only open an inch. That’s when I realised the click must have been a padlock. So now I was alone, in this rancid room with only my thoughts to keep my company. What the fuck had I done??Realising their was no escape I took off my tracksuit top and laid it out on the rotten mattress before sitting down. Knowing I was in trouble my only option was to drink. I had now become accustomed to the strong WKD vodka mix snd made my own. If something bad was going to happen to me I may as well be super pissed. PART 3After what felt like a lifetime I heard voices outside, then that same click. He was back. The door opened and this time he wasn’t alone. He was followed by the gang I’d passed earlier in the underpass. I now had 7 men stood before me. Taking about me, once again calling me names. Then the man who brought me here spat at me, it was horrible. He said he was the one in charge, this was his patch and these were his boys. He said as I was now on his patch I was therefor his too. He said they called him boss. The door was locked from the inside and as they stood around I was commanded to stand. I slowly stood up, unsteady on my feet from the drink. He commanded I do a twirl and show the boys what a whore I was. Someone put eskişehir escort music on and the boss barked at me to dance. Fearful of what might happen if I didn’t I slowly started dancing, closing my eyes and getting into the rhythm I did my best moves, lots of slut dropping and trying my best to look sexy. They were all on their phones, taking pictures and videos. After a few minutes I was commanded onto my knees. Surrounded by men I looked up at boss, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. His cock was flaccid but thick. He told me to suck him but I tried to resist. I begged not too, I pleaded. Again boss spat in my face. He decided I wasn’t drunk enough and needed to learn my place. I expected to be told to drink but I wasn’t. The boss ordered his boys to hold me down. He grabbed the half empty bottle of vodka and laughed, they all laughed. I was laying on the mattress and 2 men held my legs in the air. By now my skirt covered nothing. My thong was pulled to the side and the neck of the vodka bottle was pushed in my arse. I tried to clench to stop it but he was just more forceful. Soon the neck of the bottle was inside me. Slowly emptying its contents inside me. I could feel my belly beginning to slowly swell. Once it was empty the bottle was removed. The boss said I was to keep it inside me or expect to get hurt. Now very light headed and feeling sick I was dragged back onto my knees. Eye level with the boss’s cock again. This time I didn’t need prompting. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the fear but without a spoken word I took him in my mouth. Sucking his cock to life. It tasted sweaty and salty, clearly he hadn’t washed. I could feel it begging to harden as I sucked snd licked his belled. Now in my own little world I blocked out everything around me and sucked his cock like my life depended on it. It probably did depend on it. Soon he was hard, 8″ and very thick. Someone held my head as he began skull fucking me, his cock hitting and stretching my throat. Everytime he rammed it violently down my throat I had to concentrate on not puking. I was gagging and choking, my eyes watering and tears running down my face as he fucked my face. Having sucked a lot of cock in my life time I knew he was close to cumming. I thought it was over. My belly was now hurting and I felt very dizzy and drunk. He pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed me back on the mattress. Again I was pinned down and the boss forced his thick cock in my ass. Having seen the huge number of used condoms around me I was shocked he was not using one. As he did vodka sprayed out, but was also pushed deeper into my belly. No warm up he began fucking me hard, every time he forced himself deep inside me I leaked vodka. I could see his boys taking videos and pics again as he fucked me. Now gripping my ankles tightly he picked up the pace, faster, deeper harder. As he grunted I let out little moans of pleasure which shocked me. Surely I wasn’t enjoying this? The more I moaned the harder he fucked me. With one final hard thrust I felt his cock begin to spasm, I knew he was cumming in me. His cum mixing inside my belly with the little bit of vodka that was still inside me. When he pulled out he quickly pushed his cock back in my mouth. Demanding I worship him and thank him for breeding me. His cock tasted good, I love the taste of cum and my ass plus the vodka made it taste even better. I also assumed my ordeal was over. He’s got what he wanted. Part 4Surely I didn’t really think it was over? The boss made it very clear it wasn’t over as he offered me to the rest eskişehir escort bayan of his gang. Before I could even compose myself or get my breath one of the black lads had his cock out. Half hard it was already 8″ and still growing as he pushed it in my mouth. Now I must admit I’m a bit of a BBC slut so I greedily started walking him as I sucked his cock. My bright pink long nails looked great wrapped around his thick hard shaft. Suddenly someone grabbed my wrists pulling them forcefully behind me and they were tied with something. Unable to control what was happening his now 9″ cock was skull fucking my already bruised throat. Stings of spit glistened on his bellend as he pulled his long cock out before ramming it back down my throat. This time I couldn’t control my gag reflex and I puked bright blue liquid all over his cock. He immediately slapped me hard knocking me onto my back. The mattress no had yet another stain, a big bright blue one. My face was immediately pushed down into the mattress. My face held in the wet blue patch smelling my puke as it covered my face. Soon I was ordered to continue sucking his cock. Cleaning his cock and balls after my accident. I was now on all my knees and was pulled to my feet. I was very wobbly and as I was bent forward choking on cock I felt hands around my hips supporting me. Suddenly I felt the man holding me force his cock into my arse. Now I had both holes full of big cock. Both violently fucking me, taking no mercy as they both went balls deep. I could feel the remaining vodka running down my thighs. The boss suddenly commanded they swap so I could now see that the man who was fucking me was another of the black lads, he now pushed his cock in my throat making me taste my arse again. As I sucked cock his mate drive his 9″ dick inside me without mercy. So hard it took my breath away. I started to to panic as I struggled to breath. I was shown no mercy as I was fucked harder. Both huge cocks inside me. Fucking me in sync. Hands were now inside my bra squeezing my little bitch nipples as I was getting fucked. I felt the 2 guys getting faster and harder, both deep in my arse and throat. Suddenly I felt cum filling my arse for a 2nd time I let out a large moan which caused a chain reaction and my mouth was filled with cum, so much cum it dribbled down off my chin onto the floor. This didn’t please the boss who pushed me to the floor. Grabbing my neck he dragged me over to the cum on floor and forced my face to the dirty concrete and demanded I lick it up. Everyone calling me a disgusting and scum as I licked the disgusting floor. Suddenly I felt something warm and wet on me. It took me a second to realise someone was pissing all over me. I was grabbed by the hair and pulled back to my knees and I had someone’s dirty fag stained fingers in my mouth holding it open as I I’m used as a urinal. Man after man flooded my mouth with hot salty piss. My cheap white vest MK’s stained with my blue vomit and piss. Once they had finished I collapsed onto the stained wet mattress. Exhausted and thoroughly used. The boss handed me a dirty container he’d found in the rubbish and told me to push out the remaining vodka and cum from my belly. By this point I was broken, I had no fight left. I just wanted this abuse over and done with. I knelt with the container between my legs and pushed. My well fucked gaping arse leaked the remainder of the vodka and cum with ease. I knew what was coming next. Jeered on by the crowd I was soon drinking the foul vodka and cum mix fresh from my well fucked arse. It was at this point of the night I was finally shown mercy. The abuse had finished. I was allowed to have a cigarette. God only knows what kind of state i looked. Covered in piss cum and WKD. I cowered on the corner of the filthy mattress praying my night was over. Praying this was the end.

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