Alley Slut Ch. 02

The good news about being fucked in a back alley behind a college bar by a prowling creeper twice your age the day before classes start until you pass out, only to be found by a bartender (that you later learn goes to your school) when he takes out the trash after the bar closes who takes pictures of you in your filthy and debauched state, is that no matter what happens, it's almost impossible to see how things can get any worse. The bad news is that that's the good news.

Yup, like I said last time, naively accepting that drink from Malcom was probably the biggest mistake of my young life. I can pretty much trace everything bad that's happened in my life since to that night. Sometimes I wonder how different my life would have turned out if only that night never happened. But it did, and I can never forget it, much as I may want to.

So, anyway, the bartender who found me in the alley was named was Johnny, and he was a senior who lived off campus. I know this because after he took those scandalous pics of me, he woke me up and offered to drive me home. It was the most embarrassed I'd ever been in my entire life (up to that point, at least), especially since he was kind of cute and I'd been casually flirting with him earlier in the night, hoping that he'd hook me up with some free drinks. I didn't know about the pictures yet, and thought Johnny was just being chivalrous, so despite my embarrassment, quickly accepted his offer, being in no state to walk or even Uber back to the dorm. He was a perfect gentleman, and even helped me, without looking, into what was left of my clothes - basically a pair of jeans now so torn to shreds they were all but unwearable, and my favorite blouse turned into a stretched out and faded mess. I'm sure he noticed that I left off both my bra and panties, which were completely torn to shreds, but thankfully didn't say anything.

We exchanged friendly banter in his car, and, despite the circumstances, it wasn't awkward at all and he was really funny. I learned that he was in a frat and on the baseball team, and when I told him that I didn't realize jocks and frat boys could also be nice guys, he just laughed and said that when he saw me laying there he knew there was only one thing to do.

Soon, my dorm came into view. But as we got about a block or two away, Johnny pulled over on a dark, narrow side street, which unfortunately reminded me of the alley that I'd just left behind. It was then that he showed me the pictures he'd taken before waking me, and demanded that I let him have sex with me or else he would post them online, on every seedy social media site used by students on campus - for the next four years I would be known as "the alley slut" he threatened. I was mortified, and refused, begging and pleading with him to have mercy on me, and even offering to pay him $2000 (all of the spending money my parents had given me for the entire semester) instead. It was to no avail. I was crushed that Johnny turned out to be just another perv who only wanted to use my body, not the "nice guy" I thought he was.

"Cut the bullshit," he said with a snicker, his once sweet and earnest looking eyes now taking on a dark and cruel hue, "I just found you naked and passed out behind a bar with some dude's jizz still pouring out if you. Why should I settle for less than what he got?"

"I can't," I pleaded, panicking. "That was just a mistake. I have a boyfriend. I'm not - "

"Not what?" He asked, cruelly, cutting me off. "Not a slut? I wonder if your boyfriend would agree. Anyway, you already gave that pussy up once tonight for free, so what's the issue with giving it up again, especially since you'll be getting something more than just a belly full of cum in exchange this time?"

"I - I - it's not fair," I cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I'm horny, and you're a slut," he said, matter of factly, as if it were the simplest and most obvious thing in the world.

"Stop calling me that!" I demanded.

"Well, soon the whole school will be calling you that, unless you get to work," he replied smugly, gesturing towards his crotch. It was then that I saw he'd removed his erect penis from his shorts, and was stroking it slowly. I was shocked into silence, stunned at both his audacity and the fact that, for the second time in as many hours, I was only a few feet from a complete stranger's bare, hard cock.

"Well, are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to put it in your mouth, slut?" He asked with a nasty grin.

I blushed and tore my eyes away. I was on verge of tears: I hadn't even been at college for a week, and already I'd managed to screw everything up. Why me? I wondered. How did I allow myself to get into a situation where I was being blackmailed for sex, at the risk of being exposed and branded as "the alley slut" to the whole school?

Nonetheless, Johnny was right, I convinced myself, after a few deep breaths. If I wanted to have any hope of a normal college experience, there was no way I could let those pics get out. I would just have to do what he wanted, no matter how dirty and gross it made me feel. After all, it was kind of true that I'd already cheated on Brad once tonight with a random guy, even though he forced himself on me - but I still ended up liking it, if I'm being honest, so, regardless, I might as well just get this over with and do it again with someone else to finally put this whole horrible night behind me.

Maybe there's a rule that if your second hookup happens within just a few hours of your first, it only counts as cheating once? Yeah right, I thought, now that's some serious slut logic! Just do what you have to do without trying to justify it with slutty excuses - after all, I am not a slut! At least, that was what I told myself.

"Well?" Johnny asked, interrupting my internal debate, staring at me cockily while giving his dick a jerk. I couldn't help but notice the drop of precum at the tip, and, despite myself, wondering how it would taste.

Seeing no other option, I sighed and asked in a defeated tone, "you promise that if I do this, you won't post those pictures?"

"Cross my heart," he said, smiling, taking my hand and guiding it to the base of his hard dick. I have to admit that touching his pulsing erection sent a scandalous tinge of heat to my nether regions.

"Okay, then, fine," I sighed, leaning over and putting the head of his cock in my mouth. It wasn't as big as Malcolm's but about the same size as Brad's, though I immediately regretted making that comparison, even though I couldn't help it. God, maybe I am a slut, I thought, dejectedly. This thought was reinforced by what Johnny said next.

"Oh fuck yeah," he groaned, as I took more of his shaft down my throat, and he started pumping his hips, thrusting it deeper and deeper, "keep those DSL's wrapped real tight around it like that. Perfect. Real good suction. God, I just knew you were such a slut that all I'd have to do was take out my dick you'd be all over it."

Those words stung and angered me. Here I was doing what he wanted, trying to get him off, and he was still insulting and degrading me. What a jerk! I was about to stop and tell him off, but he must of have sensed my plan, because just as his head was about to pop out of my mouth he pushed me back down with both his hands on the back of my head while at the same time thrusting upwards with his hips. And he didn't stop, but proceeded to face fuck me roughly like that for at least the next five minutes, grunting and swearing as I felt like I was going to pass out - I could barely breathe, and started to gag, as tears began to well in my eyes.

"Come on, bitch," he growled, while continuing to roughly force his member down my throat, "I know this isn't the first dick you've sucked, probably not even the hundred and first. What kind of slut chokes on cock? You can fucking do better."

Once again, Johnny's cruel words stung. But this time, I felt another emotion alongside the hurt, instead of anger: a desire to live up to his expectations. I know it sounds contradictory and messed up, but in that moment - tired, still a little drunk, depressed, physically and emotionally exhausted, lightheaded probably due to being semi-deprived of oxygen as a hard cock was being rammed down my throat in the car of a guy I'd just met - it made perfect sense. If I could just focus on giving him the perfect blowjob, the most amount of pleasure, then it meant I didn't have to think of all that other stuff that would only make me depressed and anxious anyway. So, the logic of my propriety and sense of self-worth being undermined just as insidiously and subconsciously as it had with Malcolm earlier that night, I decided to give in totally to my lust and feelings, abandoning judgment and doing whatever it took to make Johnny happy, hoping that it would make me happy in return.

With this new attitude, I really got into the blowjob, surprising even myself. I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock faster than he had pushing me, perfectly synching with his thrusts, taking the whole thing from tip to base; I remembered to wrap my lips super tight around his shaft like he told me too earlier; I focused on suppressing my gag reflex and took him as deep as he wanted to go; I made sure to use my tongue to give extra close attention to massaging every part of his dick. In truth, I quickly grew to love the feeling and taste of Johnny's hard member thrusting in and out of me, and the different textures and sensations I felt, as he used my mouth for his own satisfaction. I could tell he was enjoying my new approach, too, because I could feel him spasm and moan and writhle in pleasure, and every time he did, I felt proud, and got pleasure myself, knowing that I was doing a good job. Even with Brad, I'd always viewed sucking cock as a chore, and just did it because I felt obligated. But now, savoring every inch of Johnny's cock, discovering how exciting and fulfilling it was to bring him such pleasure, and hoping he'd praise me for it, I realized how fun and wonderful it was.

"Oh, fuck," Johnny finally groaned, pushing my head down as far on his dick as in would go.

That was my only warning - he came almost immediately afterwards, holding my head in place as his cock twitched, spurting out what seemed like gallons of hot, sticky spunk. I'd never swallowed cum before, but I knew that guys liked it, so I did my best to make sure that sucked all of it down, almost choking as I tried hard to prevent any of his cum from escaping my mouth and dripping down the side of his cock. It actually felt (and tasted) really good, I realized!

"Holy shit," Johnny groaned when he was finally finished, pulling his semi-hard cock from my mouth with a "plop" and then chuckling as he smacked me on the cheek with it, "you are one talented fucking cocksucker, you know that?"

I gushed with pride upon hearing that - in that moment, for some reason it felt like the best compliment I'd ever received: better than graduating high school cum laude, better than being named cheer captain, better than being named All-State for volleyball.

"Thanks," I said, blushing.

Johnny looked confused for a brief moment, but then laughed. "God, I love sluts," he said, and then took my hand and put it back over his penis, "almost as much as you love dick. Here, get me hard again so that I can fuck you."

Once again, applying my new outlook, I took my task seriously, hoping to win more of Johnny's praise, but I also found the way his member responded to my touch - pulsing, throbbing, growing, twitching - exciting and exhilarating. I could tell from Johnny's sighs that I was doing a good job, and that made me glow with contentment. After a few minutes, he was fully erect again, and I'd gotten quite aroused myself watching and feeling it grow, so I boldly pulled off my jeans and straddled Johnny, with my back to the steering wheel, and started to lower myself onto him.

"Whoa, whoa!" He yelled, suddenly, jerking his eyes open and grabbing my legs, so as prevent me from impaling myself on him as I'd planned.

"Yo, glove compartment, on the top," he said, pointing. I leaned back and reached for where he was pointing, retrieving a box of condoms and handing it to him.

"Huh," I said, quizzically, "I thought guys hated these?"

"Oh yeah, no doubt about it," Johnny said, grinning sheepishly as he quickly rolled one down his erect tool. "Like when you finally go all the way with a real nice, sweet girl you've been gaming for a while, definitely not gonna wear a glove. But, well, the easier a chick is to get in the sack, the more reasons to wrap."

This time, I was not only hurt but humiliated by Johnny's words. I wasn't nice or sweet enough to have fuck without a condom? Just how many guys did he think I had sex with anyway? Did he really think I had some kind of STD? I never ... oh, right. Then I remembered that just a few hours before I totally let a creeper cum inside me without protection. Crap! I realized. Now I need to get plan B and an STD test.

"Hey, don't pout, cheer up," Johnny said playfully but also condescendingly, interrupting my thoughts as he squeezed my thighs and pulled me onto his cock, "I'll fuck you so good that you forget all about the condom being there."

Damn it! I thought. Why does he always have to make me feel like such a slut? And why am I letting him? Before an answer to those questions arrived, I gasped with pleasure, Johnny having just lowered me into the head of his cock. He was grinning widely as he lowered me further while thrusting upwards.

"Damn, nice," he groaned, "I wasn't expecting you to be this tight, especially after getting nailed earlier."

I was overcome with too much sensation to reply with anything more than a moan, or to figure out if I should take Johnny's statement as an insult or compliment. Things quickly became even hazier, as Johnny began to bounce me and thrust faster and harder, to the point where my head was hitting the top of the car repeatedly, not that I really noticed or felt that, what with all of the ecstatic sensations I was feeling from elsewhere.

"Yo," he said after a few minutes, slapping me so hard on the side of my ass that I squealed in pain, "take your shirt off. Plus, I'm like doing all the work here. Why don't you grind away while I play with your tits."

I complied with his request to remove my shirt, and soon his hands were all over my bare breasts, kneading and tweaking them however he wanted, and eventually licking and sucking on them. Meanwhile I used my own weight to bounce up and down on Johnny's cock, savoring the feeling of each inch of his member grazing against the walls of my pussy. Johnny seemed to be enjoying it too, and aside from a few thrusts that I rhythmically synched with, was content to let me ride him while playing with my tits. The feeling of him inside of me, filling me up, hitting my warmest, most sensitive places, was so intense and satisfying that I never wanted it to stop. How could this feeling be wrong? All Johnny and his wonderful cock were doing, I realized, was letting me experience the highest purpose of my womanhood and pussy - to get fucked. And it felt sooooo good.

But what was even better were the few times I saw his eyes roll back in pleasure, which made me feel so fulfilled that I almost came. For reasons I couldn't fully explain, especially given the circumstances, I couldn't help but love that validation of knowing that I was doing such a good job! Eventually, after I guess getting bored of my boobs, Johnny just leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed and hands folded behind his head, looking completely and totally satisfied as I huffed and panted in exhaustion, impaling myself over and over again as I tried to ride his cock in such a way as to keep him in that nirvana-like state. To think that I was the reason for his bliss - that made me feel just as good as his cock did inside my pussy.

Finally, after God knows how long, Johnny grabbed me by my hips violently without warning and started pounding and railing me as hard as he could, building up to his climax. I could feel the car bouncing up and down on its wheels with us as he delivered each penetrating thrust. Then just before he came, to my surprise, Johnny pulled out of me entirely, ripped the condom off his dick, and launched two blasts of thick ropey cum at my face without warning.

"Ah!" I screamed as the hot, sticky substance landed on my chin, cheeks, hair, and almost in an eye, "what was that for?"

Johnny just laughed at me as he pushed me off him, back into the passenger seat. "Oh, come on," he said, "don't tell me you don't like a good face shot, slut. Here, I'll help you with it."

Then, he scooped some of the cum off my face with his fingers and shoved them in my mouth before I had time to react. My first feeling was of disgust, but then, as I unconsciously wrapped my tongue around his fingers and tasted how good his spunk was, I thought it was kind of hot, and even sweet, in weird way, how Johnny was treating me - firmly massaging the inside of my mouth with his cum-laden fingers, knowing that I wanted to savor every drop (even before I knew it myself). And I didn't disappoint - sucking his fingers clean and swallowing everything he offered, and then eagerly accepting a few more scoops of cum from off my face. Johnny laughed the whole time, telling me things like I was "a real freak" and "sick, dirty girl" and "pretty crazy fuck." Maybe it was just because of his disarming laughter, or maybe for some other reason entirely, but I got super happy hearing him say those things, since it meant I was capable of giving him the kind of pleasure that other girls couldn't, which made me feel proud and special.

I still had some cum on my face when we started putting our clothes on. Johnny said I should keep it there and let it dry overnight - that it was good for the skin, that's why they called it a facial. I didn't really believe that, but also didn't want to disappoint him, so I reluctantly agreed.

"Alright," Johnny said after we had our clothes back on. "So you can make it make it back to the dorm from here, yeah?"

"Um, I mean I guess," I said. "Like its just a block or two up, so if you just want to swing by..."

"Eh, I don't know," he yawned, "it's like, almost dawn, I'm tired as shit, and my place is in the other direction. Like you say, it's just a couple blocks, so no biggee to walk."

Before I could say anything else he got out of the car and opened my door, saying, "so like peace, alley slut."

Hearing him call me that made me blush as I stumbled out of the car, but I wasn't angry - quite the opposite, it made me almost giddy to have him refer to me like that so casually! What the heck is wrong with me? I wondered, as Johnny hurried back to the drivers seat and quickly sped off.