Where it happened: San Francisco
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
When I was a seventh-grader, I was having problems at home. My stepdad was getting drunk and hitting my mom and me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he hurt or killed me. So I took what money I had and could borrow, and rode the Greyhound west to San Francisco. When I got there, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I had no money left. I sat in the bus station for a while until they kicked me out, and then I spent one of the scariest nights of my life trying to sleep in a box in the back of an alley.
By the end of next day, I hadn’t eaten in over two days, and I was just hanging out in front of the bus station, when a middle-aged black man came up to me, and asked if I was hungry. I was starved, and he offered to buy me some dinner. We went several blocks away to a burger place, and he told me to get whatever I wanted. I had like three hamburgers, fries and a chocolate shake. I think he ordered a hamburger for himself. We sat in the dining area while I ate, and we talked. He introduced himself as Bo. After a while, he asked me where I was staying, and if I had any money.
I didn’t see any reason to lie, and I told him I was broke and had no place to go. That was when he offered me a place to sleep. I had been so scared the night before that I gladly accepted. When I finished my food, we got into his car, and drove many blocks away to his place. He got us each a beer, which was my first, and we talked in his living room for a while. He seemed to understand me, and it seemed I talked for hours. I don’t know how many beers I had, but I was getting very sleepy, so I asked him where he wanted me to sleep.
He told me he would give me his bed, and that he would sleep on the loveseat. I argued, but he was insistent, so I went into the bedroom to go to sleep. I brushed my teeth, got my nightgown on (one of the few things I had with me), and went to bed. I was barely in the bed when he knocked on the door. He told me there was only one bathroom in the apartment, so he would have to come through. He went in and showered and whatever.
When he came out, he was wearing a towel around his waist. He wished me goodnight, and went in the other room. I woke up sometime later when it was dark, and he had his hand on my shoulder. He said that the loveseat in the living room wasn’t going to work for sleeping, and would I mind awfully if he slept in the bed with me. I was really groggy from the beer, and I didn’t understand too well, but I said OK. He got in behind me. I was curled up on my side and he was kind of spooned in behind me. Then he put his hand on my waist, but it didn’t move and I quickly went back to sleep.
I woke again sometime during the night, and realized my nightgown was gone, that I was on my back and he was above me sucking my little tits and kneeling between my legs. His hand was on my pussy, and he was making me very wet. When I stirred, he said he had been wondering when I would wake up, and that he hoped that I didn’t mind him making me feel good. What was I going to do? I was in a strange city, didn’t know where I was, and this man had taken me in and fed me. So, I finally told him it was OK.
He continued with what he was doing for a few minutes, and then he slid down my body until he was kissing my pussy. I had never been kissed on the mouth by a boy, let alone did that, and it sent waves of pleasure through my body. He found my clit and started sucking it until I was moaning in pleasure. I was almost ready to cum, and I didn’t want him to ever stop. He did stop though, and slid back up to my tits again to suck me and rub my pussy. Only this time he wasn’t fingering me. Instead, he was sliding the head of his cock along my pussy and over my clit over and over again. A minute of that and I was cumming. I was having trouble breathing, and my mind was fuzzy.
Then I felt his cock start to push quickly into my pussy. I begged him to stop, but he sounded hurt, that I would take my pleasure and not allow him his. He asked if he wasn’t good enough for me. What could I do? I just said he was good enough for me and he thrust his cock the rest of the way into me. There was pain and I felt dizzy and totally filled and stretched inside. I gasped and then cried as his hard cock was forced into me, and after it was all the way in he looked down and asked if I had been a virgin. I answered yes, and he said that he was now my man, and started kissing me all over. I was confused, but I suddenly felt so close to this man who had his cock so deep inside of me. My legs were splayed wide apart underneath his weight.
He started making small strokes inside me, and soon my own hips were matching his rhythm. The strokes got longer and longer until he was almost coming out of me and driving all the way in until he hit bottom. This went on for quite a while, and I was in ecstasy. He kept telling me over and over again that I belonged to him now, and finally he shoved all the way in and held his cock deep inside me as he shot his cum deep into my pussy. I dint cum, but I felt good and I could feel his cum deep inside me. He lay there on top of me for a while, and then showered me with kisses and asked me if I loved him. I said I did. He had been the kindest man I had ever met, and now we were connected completely. I didn’t understand what had just happened to me, but I knew my life was changed forever.
When I awoke in the morning, he was standing beside the bed with a breakfast tray, and I was sure I was in love with him. He was fucking me day and night for the next couple of weeks and treating me very well, but then things started to change. He said that I wasn’t pulling my share and that he owed some guys money that he didn’t have. He asked if I could get him out of a scrape so they didn’t break his legs. I said I would do whatever he asked and that night he brought a Chinese guy into the bedroom where I was in the bed. I hadn’t expected anyone but Bo, so I didn’t have anything on under the covers. He said this is the guy he was telling me about and that I should do whatever he wanted.
Bo left and this guy quickly got undressed and got in bed with me. He pulled me under him, spread my legs with his knees and proceeded to push his cock into me. He only lasted about five minutes before he came in me. Then he got dressed again and left. I was so confused, but Bo came in and told me that I was saving his life and that we would be happy because of it. Then he said there were only a few more tonight and it would be over. I had just turned my first trick, but I didn’t realize it. When the last guy left that night, Bo got in bed with me and fucked me and then held me tight the rest of the night. I believed he loved me at that point.
Soon Bo was bringing 8 to 10 guys a night into the room to fuck me, and it didn’t end. I asked him how many guys he owed money to and he slapped me and told me to never mouth off to him again. It really hurt, so I kept quiet and just did what he told me to do. After every trick, I would use an enema bag to flush myself out thoroughly with a vinegar and water solution, so the last customers’ cum wouldn’t be in me for the next guy. Then I would change the towel on the bed so there wouldn’t be a wet spot on the sheet. All of the guys were Chinese men, mostly older. Most of them lasted for five minutes or less. That went on for a month with more customers each week until I was being fucked over twenty times a day.
Then, one day Bo told me that he wanted me to move in with some other girls who were working for him. Amazingly, I still thought he loved me because up until then he was sleeping with me after the customers were gone. He took me to buy some sexy negligees and then took me to another apartment, where I met five other girls who worked for Bo. There were three bedrooms with queen-sized beds. I thought this was luxury until I realized that the big beds were so we could service more Chinese customers. We mostly slept in the living room on the couches so we could be ready for customers when they came to the door…and they came at all hours in the day and night. Joey, who was Bo’s assistant, took their money and then let them pick which girl they wanted. Then we led them into an empty bedroom, took off our clothes and got fucked. Then we would clean up and get ready for the next one. The youngest girls always got chosen the most, and I hardly ever got much sleep the first two years I was there. Clothes, food and necessities were brought to us and we never left the apartment. From time to time, Bo would bring another girl to the apartment that I suppose he got in the same manner he got me. By then I knew I was nothing but a whore. Also, every once in a while one of the girls would leave. I was there for five years until I started getting sick so the Chinese customers didn’t want me anymore. I was also too old because I was now 18.
One night, I was really sick and Bo told me he was taking me to the hospital in his car, but instead we drove a ways and he told me to get out on the street. I had no idea where I was and I told him no. He came around the car, pulled me out, beat me up and threw me onto the street with nothing but the clothes I was wearing. He told me that if I ever implicated him or any of his people that he would have me and my family killed. Then he held a gun to my head and asked me if I understood. I said yes. I figured he knew exactly where my family lived because I had told him in those first few days, so I had no reason to believe he wouldn’t do it or have it done. I was alone and on my own, but I felt lucky to be out and alive.
I now have a job and support myself. I don’t drink or use drugs. I haven’t been able to find my mother or anyone who knows where she went. I don’t think I will ever be completely OK. I know that no good man will ever want me. I do know now that not everyone who helps you is your friend.
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