The cabbie looked at me knowingly as I handed over his fare. I just smirked in return. He knew what a girl dressed like I was , what I was after and so did I. I was dressed like a dirty, fucking slut for good reason -- I was a dirty, fucking slut.
I had come to this shattering realisation in the twelve months since my eighteenth birthday party (sucking off four different guys as a present to yourself can bring that realisation you know) and ever since I had realised how badly I craved first sex and then as kinky and as filthy sex as could be imagined. I knew I was good looking, tall, long blonde hair, perfect figure, I really should have been dating boys with prospects but they weren't what my base instincts wanted and I listened (and acted) purely on my base instincts.
There were plenty other sexy girls in the queue to get into the club but I differed from them all. They were either with other girls or with their boyfriends. I was alone and loved the feeling of isolation and vulnerability as groups of guys walked past and ogled me, some even making disgusting suggestions.
I wore a red dress that stopped just below my ass cheeks and splayed open up top to reveal most of my breasts (but no nipple). The only other items of clothing I had on were an impossibly high pair of red heels. My blonde hair was piled sexily on my head and I knew all eyes were on me. I loved the attention.
In the club I had a few drinks to loosen me up and I scanned the packed crowd for likely guys. After a short while I saw a group of four guys that looked like just what I needed. All were in their twenties, black, cocky looking and openly leering at the various girls in the club. I strutted over to them and told them what I wanted. I think there was some disbelief but one by one I allowed them to put their hand under my skirt and finger my soaking cunt and I think they were convinced of how serious I was ( I also showed them the handcuffs in my handbag). From my five minutes or so flirting with them I realised that they were all pretty much assholes with low opinions of women in general, so perfect for me. They asked my name and I replied they could call me "slut, cunt or bitch or anything else that fit". I didn't want to know their names, it was nastier that way.
I took a drink off them and left the club, ignoring the various guys that leered at me or tried to chat / feel me up on my way out. Ignoring the doormen I strode out and walked into the alley to the side of the club. It was dark, dank and dirty. The surface was an old cobbled road with half the cobbles missing and mud and shit and puddles covering it. There were full stinking dumpsters lining one side and trash was strewn across the alley. Without missing a step I moved to the end of the alley, well out of sight of the entrance onto the road and stood under the only street lamp that worked, giving a dull glow onto me. I pulled my dress off my body in one motion and stood in just my heels in the cold night air. I placed the dress on a dustbin and popped my hand bag under it, taking out the handcuffs as I did. I snapped the cuffs on my right wrist then reached both my arms behind my back and managed to snap the left cuff in place (the key was in my handbag).
I stood on my high heels in the chilly night and got a real buzz as my flesh turned to goose pimples then I tottered unsteadily over to the far wall and stood with my face pressed against the grimy brickwork and waited..
I froze there like a dumb slut for over ten minutes. My mind raced as I was faced with the possibilities. I could be left here and no one came. I could be attacked and robbed and have my throat slit. I could be arrested or discovered by someone else. I could be raped. Oh God how I hoped I would be.
And then I heard a bottle being kicked over just behind me and footsteps. I had to force myself to keep my face pressed into the wall. My legs were shaking now, my hands too. It was a mix of fear and arousal and it was absolutely intoxicating.
I nearly jumped out of my heels as a hand slashed down and slapped my ass viciously and another hand gripped my expensive haircut and tugged at it. Harsh, mean words were hissed in my ear.
"Thought you might have bottled it bitch! You're going to wish you fucking had!"
And with no further words I felt the man behind me stick his fingers between my thighs from behind and roughly probe at my soaking snatch. They were soon removed and replaced by a thick, slick cock and with a grunt and a shove I was driven harder into the wall as he inserted his cock into me.
He wore no protection. I didn't care. None of the others did, why should I have cared then? He had one arm around my slim waist meaning he could pull me back as he drove forward, slamming his meat deeper and deeper filling my hairless pussy. His other hand roamed over my torso, pinching my big nipples hard, twisting them then reaching up and slapping at my cheek, the back of my head and really rubbing my face into the dirty brickwork. I was helpless, my arms already aching and I loved it.
He came with an animalistic grunt, shoving his dick deep and then letting loose with spurt after spurt of warm fluid into my cunt. I wasn't on the pill and I did not care. If all four niggers wanted to flood my womb with their seed then so be it. He wiped his dick on his hand and then dragged his slimy hand down my face and then rubbed it in my messed up hair.
"Next!" he called as he retreated.
The next guy also slapped my ass hard ( I guess it was too inviting a target) but rather than fuck me standing he wrapped his powerful hand into my hair and jerked me back away from the wall and casually shoved me to my knees. My heels came off and with my arms cuffed I could do nothing to stop me falling face first forward into a filthy, disgusting dark puddle. That brought multiple laughter as the hand in my hair hauled me up out of the awful water coughing and spluttering and feeling like a piece of shit whore.
As I coughed and gagged something was thrust into my gaping mouth. At first I thought it was a cock but it was much too hard and as my eyes cleared enough to see I saw it was one of my spike stiletto heels. I was sucking off my own heels and as I contemplated all the shit and debris in the alley I was disgusted. But I still sucked it like a champion cocksucker.
"That's it cunt! Suck that heel clean, then the other one. Ain't no way I'm putting my dick anywhere near that stinking mouth of yours!"
He did have plans for his cock though as I found out when he spat onto my lower back a couple of times then dipped his fingers into it and pushed them down with his saliva trailing behind to my tight asshole.
I looked at the blurry dark reflection of myself in the murky waters of the puddle. My perfect hair was a disgusting mess, my make up was running down my face, I looked fucking terrible. All the while his finger probed roughly at my asshole, loosening me up before I felt his cock head squeeze between my ass cheeks then prod at my puckered anus..He brought the other filth covered heel up to my mouth just as he pushed forward and impaled my ass on his thick, long dick. I moaned into my own heels and he pulled them to the corners of my mouth and stretched it as he built up a rhythm ass fucking me.
Right then I felt so worthless and like nothing more than a piece of fuckmeat. I was kneeling in a dirty puddle, handcuffed and being ass fucked while my mouth was cruelly played with and I had set it all up! Worthless or not I knew that all it would take would be the slightest tough to my pussy and I come in a screaming orgasm but the guys weren't interested in pleasuring me.
