Kelsey was bent over the kitchen table, moaning loudly as Johnny slammed deep into her tight, wet hole. Her long, naturally blonde hair pulled painfully at her scalp, a tangled knot pulled taut in Johnny's fist. The table scraped against the floor with each savage thrust, his thick cock relentlessly driving into her juicy, dripping snatch.
Kelsey was loving every second of it.
She had been pouting that Johnny had rented out Stacey's ass to Blackass and his crew- which meant Stacey was getting stoned
and
gangbanged by huge black cocks- and Kelsey wasn't.
Just a week ago Johnny had arranged for the drug dealer to gangbang her and Stacey. It had been their first gangbang, and she'd been craving dark meat ever since.
Johnny decided to shut her up and satisfy his own needs- by mounting his junkie sex slave for the third time today.
Truth was, he was fucking her because he was anxious. He and Blackass had a common enemy- and a dangerous one.
Blackass had been their connect for the massive amounts of coke his pets shoved up their nose, and the dealers boss took that as a threat to his power.
Tony Mazzarano had so few competitors because he eliminated anyone rising too quickly. Blackass had to move fast else be another name added to the Mazzarano hitlist.
So did Johnny and Kelsey.
The old mafioso was Kelsey's pimp before she met her virgin millionaire. Kelsey had made Johnny a man, and Johnny had made Kelsey his willing fuckslave- which meant Tony was out of the money a fresh young whore would bring in.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kelsey moaned; her fat, perky tits jiggling with every thrust. She loved having a dick shoved inside her, loved Johnny's rough treatment, loved being reduced to nothing more than a cumdump for men.
She had been whoring herself out daily since her eighteenth birthday. She had been the hottest girl at school, yet had dropped out of high school 3 months to grad just to fuck and party. It didn't take her long to start using her pussy for coke and cash.
But everything changed when she met Johnny. He had only supposed to be another customer, another anonymous cock to suck for money. Instead she found a man to be totally obsessed with. He was filthy rich, had a filthy mind, and had a massive cock to go along with it.
She loved what he had turned her into. He'd press her face into a fat pile of cocaine, while passing her around to his friends. He'd fuck her up ass, then make her suck it. He'd spit on her face and tits, all the while telling her how pretty she was.
The constant supply of dick and drugs had Kelsey constantly craving more. She fetishized being used, embraced the delicious excitement of being nothing more than a fucked-out cokewhore.
Just as Johnny got off enabling his insatiable junkie slave, gleefully abusing his total power over her.
"You like that, bitch?" Johnny asked, painfully slapping Kelsey's reddening ass as he used her cunt for pleasure. This whore belonged to
him.
"YESSSS!" Kelsey screamed, desperate for every inch of cock punishing her tight teen body.
Johnny pulled out, turning her around and lifting her onto the table. She automatically pulled her legs up to her shoulders as Johnny laid her back. She was a good whore.
"You like getting fucked up the ass, bitch?" Johnny spat as he grabbed a fat handful of tit-flesh.
"NNNNGGHH! Yes Daddy!" Kelsey moaned as she felt her Master plunge into her easy asshole. It offered little resistance, still well stretched and cum-filled from their last hard fuck.
Every time he entered her it reminded Kelsey why she submitted so totally to him. His dick just felt so fucking good!
And a fat cock shoved up her ass was a necessary distraction from the danger they were in.
Blackass had told Johnny about Tony, explained just how much trouble they were all in.
At first Johnny had thought about running. He was rich, he could go to the airport and go anywhere, fuck Tony and his little drug empire.
But Blackass convinced him to stay- he had a plan.
Blackass, a scrawny white boy who had the nickname ironically, was the only one in Tony's crew on decent terms with the black gangs that ran drugs on the other side of the city.
"That means I can get their muscle and cartel connect," he told Johnny, "Just need money and pussy to seal the deal."
That's where Johnny came in- bankrolling Blackass's play and using Kelsey and Stacey's ass to help get the gangs on their side.
One gangbang party and a rented-out redhead was all it took- everything was set for tonight.
Kelsey moaned loudly as Johnny sunk deeper still, both trying to concentrate on the hot sex.
Blackass and their new friends would make their move against Tony tonight.
Johnny and Kelsey were the bait.
That made Johnny nervous, and he was taking it out on his whore.
"Oh Gooood Daddy I love getting fucked up the ass!" Kelsey moaned, desperate to keep Johnny's attention in her.
It was true, Johnny had taken her anal virginity, and it had turned her into an even more depraved sex freak. Her ass was always sore, because she was constantly cramming something in there.
Johnny grunted in reply, piston cock gaping her ruined hole with every insistent thrust. Kelsey egged him on, trying to keep the looming danger out of mind.
She hadn't been back to the Blue Toucan since becoming Johnny's sex slave. Now she'd have to go back and face Tony's wrath.
Worse yet, she'd have to do it sober.
By forbidding Blackass to sell to Kelsey, Tony was expecting her to come crawling back to him. Cut off a fiend's supply, they become your slave.
Johnny was going to give Tony the desperate junkie whore he was expecting.
"MMMmmm please haaaarder Daddy!" Kelsey moaned, hard rough sex the only thing keeping the creeping withdrawals at bay.
This was the longest Kelsey had gone without drugs since meeting Johnny, and her bad habit raged fierce in her. Her skin crawled, her muscles ached, her temper was short and her head pounded.
Nasty sex was the only thing that distracted her from the shuddering pain of drug withdrawal.
Sex which Johnny was happily supplying. Sure, withdrawal made the bitch deathly annoying, but seeing his slave squirm thrilled him with the excitement of a newly discovered fetish.
That pained, desperate look in her eyes, the willingness to demean herself in any way. She knew he still had some, and she eagerly offered to do the most vile things just to get a hit.
It was pure, naked submission, a power Johnny found intoxicating.
Johnny had decided all his whores were going to get regular tolerance breaks from now on.
