"Turn over. Now." His deep, authoritative voice turned me on even more, and I didn't hesitate. My legs spread a bit wider, and I felt him enter me again. It was different this time, in a good way. His hands grabbed my hips and he started his pace again but harder this time. My hands reached up to grab the headboard as he slammed into me. I could feel his balls hitting my clit, and the sound of his body smacking against mine bounced off the walls in the room. I screamed and moaned his name until I was hoarse. He slapped me on my ass, then reached under me to rub my clit. I couldn't hold it in any longer and I came all over his dick. He let out a loud, animalistic moan and pushed into me as far as he could get. He fell on top of me, my legs legs shaking underneath him. It was an awkward moment for both of us.
As we lay there in his bed limbs still intertwined, I could practically hear what he was thinking. I didn't know if this had been a mistake or not, but at that moment, all I wanted to do was be in his arms. He slowly pulled out of me, throwing the condom away in the wastebasket near the bed and pulled me close to him.
"Will?"
"Hmm?"
"What's gonna happen to us now?" I said quietly.
"I don't know...I don't know." Neither one of knew what to say after that, and we eventually fell asleep in eachother's arms.
Salvation Alley
It was 10 p.m., the streets were getting lesser with people, and lesser still with lights, as they flicker on and off, unable to sustain what they’re supposed to do. The damp alley in the corner of 5th and Alevar Avenue was filled with spit and garbage, with some few unmentionables. Deeper in the alley you could see a shadow of a man who motioning with his hands, grabbing his crotch, in front of a barely dressed whore who was kneeling before him. The whore took down the zipper of the man, whose gray hair was still noticeable even in the darkness, and whose balding head had a look of a depressed hippo. When the zipper went all the way down, so was the bra barely hanging from the woman. Her big, tight breasts was revealed in the pale moon light, nipples standing high, areola all big and dark. The woman grabbed for her panties, and started pleasuring herself as she reveals under the pale moon light the respectable cock of the man standing in front of her. And so there, she removed her panties, still kneeling down, sucking the cock of that balding man, slowly at first, and then, swallowing inch by inch the shaft of that respectable cock. She started going for the man’s balls, as the latter cringed with excitement and tickled with glee. The woman started touching those under the belt lips of hers, and tried, desperately, to get some exciting sensation out of fingering herself. She wasn’t successful, but her mouth was, as the man shouted for quite a while, preparing to unload on her face like there’s no tomorrow. Finally, ecstatic explosion by the balding man, his cum creating quite a scene on the poor whore’s face, while it dripped down on the big breasts under the pale moon light.
This was Salvation Alley, where any poor and sad sod, like Mr. balding man with the respectable cock go and find 5 minutes of momentary bliss by perverting themselves with what Salvation Alley is most known for: the whores. And this is where we see Sally, the poor whore who’s still cleaning cum all over her face, and who had just stood up while she picked up her bra to put it back on.
“Thank you. Sorry it was quite quick”, said the balding man who was fixing his pants up.
“No problem. I’m used to it”, quickly replied Sally, who spit a little bit of cum left in her mouth.
“What??”, then replied the suddenly angry old man, his hands shaking and then pointing at Sally’s face.
“What’s your problem? You said sorry, right?, then quipped Sally, now putting the jacket she momentarily put on top of one of the old boxes surrounding them.
“Fuck you, bitch!” then shouted the man, who raised his hands, about to slap Sally when he added:
“I may be old you fucking whore, but I’m fucking good! You hear me!” as the old man proceeded to slap with his back hand that poor face of Sally. This went on for a few seconds, until her face was flushed red and blue from the repeated respect-less slaps of the old man.
Finally, when the old man was satisfied, and when Sally fell down on the dirt-filled floor of Salvation alley, the bastard old man threw a 100 dollar bill in Sally’s face, fixed his turncoat and his hat just enough for people not to see his face well, and left that God-forsaken place.
This was a common scene in Salvation Alley. Aside from the fact that it’s a magnet for perverts who wish to have a good time, it’s also apparently a magnet for old men who failed so much in their lives that they want to come here and feel dominant. This was what just happened. An old man trying to feel all high and mighty by physically abusing a helpless whore in the dark where no one can see them but the pale moon light.
Sally went home that night, now her face blue from the slapping. A middle aged man, balding like the last one, but fat as hell, was waiting for her in front of her shoddy apartment just a few blocks away from Salvation Alley.
“Pay up, whore”, suddenly said the man upon seeing Sally.
“Would this Benjamin help”, said Sally, as she flaunted the 100 dollar bill she had just earned by sucking cock and being slapped around like a toy.
“This ain’t enough, bitch!” then shouted the man, who is obviously Sally’s landlord.
“Listen, I’ll pay you what’s left in 3 days, I got something coming up”, responded Sally, whose voice turned to simple desperation.
“Fuck you, bitch! I need the money now!”, told the now angry man, holding a tight grip on Sally’s shoulder.
Sally was grimacing from the pain, and the bald fat man was putting her against the door of her apartment.
“You know”, said the man, “even though you’re a whore you are one fucking pretty bitch”.
The man tried to kiss Sally, and she tried to avoid it, if only a moment. But when she did, the man suddenly slapped her already abused face, and suddenly whispered in her ear:
“I’m gonna fuck ya tonight, bitch. And then we’ll talk about that 3 days.”
Salvation Alley has a way of sticking with the people who folly there, as Sally was forced to invite the man inside her shoddy and poorly kept apartment. The man pushed Sally immediately to her bed, which wasn’t far away from the door. The man then closed said door, and proceeded to unhinge his belt. He had a hard time looking for the belt buckle that was squarely tucked in between his crotch and his big fat belly.
Sally was tired, her face hot from the slapping she took all night, but she had no choice. She just looked at the man who was starting to undress in front of her. Her eyes looked with an emptiness of a woman who seemed like every soul was taken away from her. The pale moon light reflected well on her eyes though, and the little space of light protruding from a small hole in the wall showed how much beautiful her eyes were. The man in front of her, however, didn’t mind that one bit. He was busy being horny and releasing his not-so-respectable cock, which he successfully did after successfully unbuckling his hard to find belt and pulling his pants immediately.
Sally just laid there, and didn’t care in the world what the man was doing to her. He stripped Sally clean, first her jacket, then her thin shirt, and her bra, which then revealed her plump breasts once more. The man then proceeded to almost rip open her panties, which revealed a less-than-excited vagina. And he began, he started to put himself on top of Sally, and tried to fuck her, but his big fat bastardly belly prevented his not-so-respectable cock from going inside that not-so-excited vagina of Sally. So the man pulled Sally’s poor figure to the side of the bed and where he can fuck her standing up, and Sally, just lying there at the side of the bed doing nothing. The man put his penis, pushed harder than most men do, and he was at least successful in putting it in and out for about a minute before he removed it and spilled cum on Sally, still unmindful, with that empty eyes looking at her landlord’s dirty face, and her face still expressionless except for grimaces of pain during that one minute ordeal.
“3 days, bitch
”, the fat puffing man said as he fixed himself and quickly left the shoddy apartment.
Sally laid there until the man left, and didn’t look at him as he was saying those words. After a few minutes, she had to muster herself to at least wear some decent clothes for her to sleep in, and so she did. It was 2 a.m. and she shut her eyes and slept uncomfortably until the morning.
Morning came, and Sally woke up, still with those empty eyes. She picked her torn panties off the floor as soon as she came out of bed, and threw it in the laundry bin also near the bed. She went to the small kitchen in that shoddy apartment and tried to look for a sandwich to give her the few happiness she’s having those days. Her apartment was poorly kept, some clothes still scattered all over, and roaches having exercise routines, trying to be as fast as possible for Sally’s empty eyes not to notice. The kitchen sink was full of dirty plates still teeming with food from about 4 days ago. The roaches were having a feast, so were the small rats who occasionally visit this mecca of dirt and filth. Sally was feeling the pain from her hips, and her face, now blue, also shared in the pain. Sally looked at herself in the mirror after going to the kitchen to grab a sandwich, and she looked with those empty eyes. She wanted to cry, but she wouldn’t. Better yet, she can’t. Her empty eyes show a window to her even emptier heart.
This wasn’t the scenario of poor Sally just 3 years ago. 3 years ago, she seemed to have a future, going to high school a quiet senior who had just aced her math test, again. She was bright, people knew that, but she was distant from people. Often, bitches would try to bark at her to get at least a sliver of a reaction, but Sally was poker faced. She didn’t mind the verbal abuse she got from school, because she had mastered it at home. Her father was a drunkard, and became so just after her mother died when she was still a child. She learned how to take care of herself soon thereafter, as her drunk father tried to physically abuse her and spout words that at first she didn’t understand. Eventually, she realized that her father was blaming her for her mother’s loss. Sally was walking with her mother as the latter tried to pick the former up from school. Sally, an ever curious child, saw a candy store across the street and rushed there, wanting to take one candy home, at least. Her mother ran after her, so did the car that eventually killed Sally’s mother.
Sally then had to live everyday with abuse, but her brain refused to let go, so Sally tried to do well in class, and did so marvelously. She should have been headed to some prestigious school with her grades, but she couldn’t find the money to even at least find a decent scholarship for college. She was stuck, and was desperate. But her biggest mistake was trying to find a way to find that scholarship by going out of their town and to nearby Holt City, where she is now, as an old friend of the family came by one evening and offered her a chance to look for money there in Holt City. When she got there, the old “family friend” brought her to Salvation Alley, and introduced her to another “friend” who then looked at her, and told her that she was a “pretty face”.
Sally was ignorant of the city life, but she was still bright. Somewhere, deep inside the recesses of her mind, she knew what was going to happen. The “friend” whom she was introduced to in Salvation Alley sometime that afternoon asked Sally if she was willing to “model” for some old acquaintances of his. Sally reluctantly agreed, upon knowing that the pay was “substantial” and could be enough to apply to a decent college, a university even, and look for willing scholarship programs. When Sally was dressed later that evening she was surprised that she was put in the back of a van, the “family friend”, driving. She was then sent to a local club in Holt where people were pissing outside, brawls were taking place inside, and scantily clad women were dancing at the poles in a stage at the center of it all. Sally was introduced to the old acquaintances, who looked at her with the deepest sense of perversion. She was then pushed into a room inside the club, where the bad things she was thinking of all those time actually happened.
So here was Sally, stuck to being a pimp’s whore ever since. She wanted to go back, but she was left in the streets and was lost in Holt like a puppy. She barely had something to eat the first three days, and was cold those three evenings. So, as bright as she was, she took the only job she knew would offer her some cash, and went back to Salvation Alley.
As Sally looked at herself in the mirror in that shoddy apartment three years later, she still couldn’t weep. She fixed herself up as best she could because she had to go to her day job, a waitress at a less than shoddy diner across the street from her apartment.
Sally went to her job at the diner, and her co-workers, all women, looked at her in silence and some shaking their heads. Sally prepared for her job as best she could, and covered up those bruises, but to no avail. People who she was serving that day tried asking her what happened, but she was just silent, and tried to respond with fake smiles. Finally, one of her co-workers, Edna, took the initiative to ask her what really happened.
“Rough night?”, said the lesbian Edna.
“Yeah. Sorry you had to notice”, responded Sally.
“Listen, you don’t have to do this, you can find other jobs”, suggested Edna.
“I’ll always be a whore in this damn city”, said Sally, her eyes still empty.
Edna went silent after that, feeling all sorts of sorry for Sally who had seemingly given up hope in life and even embraced her being a whore. But Edna was right, there are other jobs. There are other ways. But Sally knew better. She knew that her life as a whore will follow her wherever she would go. Plus the fact that she owes her pimp some serious cash, she knew she couldn’t just run away. She was broken inside and out. The once bright student is now some dimly lit whore whose day job pays her not as much as her night job.
Sally went back to cleaning the diner counter, while a man in a hoodie got inside and ordered a coffee. This man was looking extensively at Sally, and then he quipped:
“I know you. Oh shit, you’re from 2 days ago, right?”
Sally suddenly looked at the man’s face, and she noticed that it was the man from 3 nights ago, who brought her from Salvation Alley to a decent enough motel at the outskirts of Holt. She stared at him with those blank eyes, and remembered vividly what occurred that night.
This man had a fetish, he was a masochist. He had picked up Sally from Salvation Alley upon advice from a friend. When he got there, he saw Sally, the prettiest of the bunch of other whores.
That man went shyly to Sally and offered her a bundle of cash, no questions asked, and said:
“I’ll bring you to a motel.”
And so he did. Sally was treated with rare gentleman manners by this man, as she sat on the bed and prepared herself. The man went to the bathroom, and upon going out, had a brief case with him.
Sally was curious, and even thought that this man might be some serial killer or a modern “Jack the Ripper”. But the man opened the brief case and revealed sadomasochist stuff, and Sally was relieved.
Sally put on the dominatrix suit, her tight ass fitting well, and her breasts hanging out. The man proceeded to put the little red ball all sadomasochists love, but before doing so, told Sally:
“Go easy on me, just spank and spank, and suck me all you want.”
So Sally did. She proceeded to spank the man as he grimaced in pain and screamed with pleasure. Sally’s breasts juggled beautifully as she spanked that man’s ass, and she even tried to touch herself, but her fingers somehow can’t fully fit inside that tight leather suit. She then put the man’s face in front of her crotch, and she removed the leather suit, and the man proceeded to lick her, still kneeling in front of her, his hands tied behind him. The man actually licked Sally’s pussy good, but that wasn’t enough to feel true pleasure for Sally. Next, Sally but a dildo the man brought and put it inside her, and stroked it in and out but still, none. The man then got anxious, and said:
“Do me, not you. Let me fuck you later, ‘kay”
Sally pleasured the man once more with the sadisti
c tools the man brought. The man’s cock came dangling out after Sally unzipped the leather suit of the man, and she spanked it too. As she wrapped the leather spanker around the man’s cock, she started sucking his balls, and went to the shaft, before playing with the man’s dickhead with her tongue. Her saliva promptly surrounded the man’s junk before she inserted in herself. The sadist was hard in fucking Sally, he wanted her to scream, and that’s what he screamed at her:
“Shout, bitch! Yeaaaahhh!”, said the man while fucking Sally.
Sally let out fake shouts for his now satisfied customer, and at one instant she did truly shout because the man was really hard in thrusting himself in Sally.
The man came inside Sally, and she thought it good that she was following her pills.
All those memories came rushing back Sally’s head while she was cleaning the counter and serving that man some coffee in the diner where she worked that day. This was one of the unfortunate truths Sally had to experience: to see her clients in their everyday activities, like they didn’t do anything dirty or perverse while they were together.
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