Doppelgänger

As the rabbit parted her pussy lips and sank into her creamy channel, Angie watched the up and coming slut choke as the big-dicked man buried his length in her throat. Specks of spittle erupted from around his penis, but he didn't pull back. The girl choked again, and Angie could hear her gag as small tears formed in the corners of her eyes. A haze formed over the lenses of her glasses as the man held his stiff cock in her mouth and she sputtered again.

Angie humped her pussy against the rabbit and toyed with the clothespin on her nipple, releasing it and then letting it close again, adding the little pain to her approaching orgasm. Her body shuddered. The cute girl spat more phlegm around the man's cock, but he was determined to make her take it. He slapped her face, setting her glasses askew and finally pulled back. The girl retched and spat up a wad of thick spit that dripped from her plump little lips, but that was her only respite. The man smacked his wet cock against her glasses, knocking them even more off kilter, then pushed his penis back down her throat until she choked again and began to cry.

Angie fucked herself harder with the rabbit at the sight of the crying slut, who was obviously way in over her head, and then clamped the other clothespin on her nipple. The man continued to fuck his slimy cock into the girl's mouth as she struggled to keep up. She pushed at his chest in a feeble attempt to get away, which only earned her another slap, and then he grabbed her wrists in one beefy hand and redoubled his assault. The repeated "Glurk... Blech! Glurk... glurk... blech!" from the girl's mouth had Angie so entranced that she forgot all about the camera and she lost herself in the sexy imagery.

The big cock gave one mighty jerk in the girl's mouth, and then she made a strangled cry of protest before she gagged again and a river of white, gooey foam poured from the corners of her stuffed mouth, dripping down her chin. The man yanked his cock from her mouth and she coughed, inhaled sharply, and then was struck in the face by the next blast of cum, which spattered across her glasses and nose in a sexy explosion that pushed Angie over the edge.

"Oh fuck! Do it! Fuck!" She moaned, and her body shook with the rabbit deep in her twat. She flicked the clothespins on her nipples, adding another layer of indecent pleasure to her orgasm as the motion sent spikes of pain through her tits. The dumb cocktoy on the screen looked up at the man through her cum-smeared glasses, her mouth open in total disbelief, creamy streaks of semen leaking from her lips and dripping in long, sticky ropes from her chin.

The man removed her glasses and used the girl's tongue to wipe them clean, giving the camera a nice shot of her puffy, red, tear-streaked eyes, before putting them back onto her face. The sight of her tears and those sad, defeated eyes made Angie cum again. She could just imagine the girl telling herself she'd never do it again. The man spit on a $100 bill and stuck it to the girl's forehead, in a final fuck you gesture. The move was so viciously degrading that Angie managed another orgasm. She just couldn't wait until the girl in the video was Angela.

Chapter 20: How to Suck Your Way Home

While not fully recovered from the previous day's intense foursome, Angela awoke determined to push her shifts to something at least approaching useful. Fortunately, there were a great many men who were very happy to shove their dicks into Angie's mouth, giving her today to let her abused ass rest before she got busy again. After studying Angie's sheet she accepted bookings - as though she were some kind of masseuse- from a couple of simple blowjob clients, before working up to a pair of roommates, and a late afternoon "blowbang/bukkake".

This was another term she wasn't familiar with, and when she used Angie's porn license to look it up, she was not surprised at all that it was something that Angie was into. Her morning blowjobs were easy work, as she'd expected, but each one had taught her something very valuable regarding her shifts, as well as pushing them to nearly 4 seconds.

Previously, she'd made the assumption that the shifts occurred at the completion of the act which she'd performed. Once completed, the act registered as "being Angie" and thus a shift occurred. The assumption was proven false, however, when she'd finished sucking off a man named Burk, and nothing had happened. Filled with panic, Angela had quickly left the place, worried that something was wrong with the pendant, or with the path she'd chosen.

As she walked toward the car, though, she felt a trickle of cum on the corner of her mouth that she'd missed when Burk had ejaculated into her. Rather than wipe it away, she'd pushed the glob into her mouth and hummed happily to herself, wishing (truthfully) that there had been more of it. Then, the shift happened. The walkway became an empty lot, and she was so startled that she nearly forgot to measure the time. She counted out 3 seconds before she shifted back, sure that it had been a little bit longer in reality. She hurried to the car.

For the next few minutes she worked back through the previous shifts, looking for the difference or the connection between them all. As she considered each one, there were two common threads between them. First, the act itself was in keeping with who she was supposed to become. The second, and this seemed to be important, was her acceptance of the act as part of her character. In each one she had done the thing, but that wasn't when the actual shift occurred. If that were the case, she could have shifted at any point during the act, as the act itself was like Angie, but it was not actually Angie. The shift occurred when she, actually, became Angie, when she accepted what she'd done as part of her character and wanted to continue being that person.

On some grand, existential level, she supposed it made sense. If the pendant's goal was to make her become Angie, then she actually had to think, feel, and want the things that Angie did. That was why she'd shifted outside the motel room with Brad, she realized. There had been no act committed, she had simply been Angie, completely, in that moment. She had thought and done exactly as Angie would, and the shift occurred. It was the same for the coffee shop. The acts themselves had been trivial, but she'd gotten a perverse rush of joy from doing them, and hadn't felt bad about it in the least. That had triggered a shift.

After the gangbang, when the three brothers had left her naked, cum spilling from every hole, she might have orgasmed again at the way she actually enjoyed being used, degraded, and then discarded like a broken toy they no longer had use for, but she'd been too tired to cum again. It was exactly what Angie would feel like, and it had triggered a shift.

Keen to put the theory to the test, she drove to her next client. It was her client, she thought, as she drove. This wasn't Angie's client. Angela was a hot teenage whore driving over to a strange man's house to sell him her slutty mouth, so he could empty his bloated balls into her sucking throat. She let her imagination wander. Would he lay back and let her take her time, worshiping his cock at her own pace, until she'd extracted her reward? Would he want to aggressively dominate her young throat, fucking his angry penis into it like he owned it during the time he'd paid for, telling her what a sexy whore she was for him? As she got out of the car, she rubbed her crotch and genuinely hoped that it was the latter.

The shift came, and she counted it out, stopping just short of 4 seconds. She grinned, understanding now. She hoped that Angie could hear her as she gripped the pendant and raised it to her eyes. It was dark, but she didn't care.

"I've got it now, bitch. You're going the fuck home, whether you like it or not."

Even curses from the old country could fall with proper implementation of the scientific method, she thought, and rang the doorbell. The man who answered was the oldest client so far. Angela guessed him somewhere in his 60s, though like all of the clients, her clients, he was reasonably attractive for his age. Her records called him Lars, and Lars wanted his dick sucked by a hot piece of teenage ass.

"Heya, Angie baby. Come on in." Lars greeted her, his hands trembling as he ushered her forward.

The old man led her to his living room, where he paid his whore and dropped his pants with no ceremony or conversation whatsoever. He sat back on the couch, his semi-hard penis waiting for Angela's mouth to please it. She made it good for the old guy, but felt that it was rather boring just getting to her knees and sucking him off as he moaned quietly, before shooting his wad onto her tongue. Angela held the watery sperm in her mouth as he showed her back out, not even 10 minutes after she'd come in, muttering a thank you as he closed the door.

Angela swallowed his cum, rolled her eyes, and thought that it was the worst client she'd serviced, yet. What a boring old stooge, she thought, no fucking spine at all. He couldn't fuck a bitch's mouth if she'd paid him to do it. The next shift lasted just over 4 seconds. Angela barely contained the urge to whoop, hopped back in the car and quickly drove to her next client.

At the time that Angela had booked the roommates she was about to service, she'd consciously been thinking of two things: an easier day, without having to get her asshole plugged again, and that doing two men was sluttier than sucking off one, hence the act would be more in keeping with being Angie, thus adding more time to the next shift. Subconsciously, she now realized, there was a third reason, which only occurred as her mental image of the sheet floated in her mind, and that only in light of her latest revelation about her own sexual desires.

The first two clients she'd booked with simply had the service labeled "blowjob". This pair was not, "double blowjob" or some such. It was labeled, "facefuck". What she now realized was that there were other clients on the sheet that included pairs of men, but these had been labeled, "blowjob". She had chosen this one because she understood the difference between "blowjob" and "facefuck". Having two men facefuck her was ultimately more degrading and slutty than giving blowjobs to two men at once. She'd picked it because she wanted to get that feeling of being used like a whore again, while still allowing her asshole a break, and the thought of that personal revelation was no longer revolting. It made her fucking wet. She was becoming Angie.

This time there was no fear as she knocked on the door of the place. The only thing she felt was an eager anticipation as her imagination filled in the blanks. They'd be rough and dominant with her, likely calling her filthy names while they either took turns in her mouth, or went one after the other. She didn't really mind which it was, as long as they made her feel like she was a bought and paid for hole to fuck their dicks into.

"Good to see you, Ang!" The man in the door said. She was not sure if this was John or Blake, but decided it didn't matter. He became dick number 1.

Angela followed him inside, then up the stairs. He stopped and pounded on a closed door, calling, "Blake! Ang's here. You wanna get your fuckin' dick wet or not?"

Ok, so he was John. Whatever. He was still dick number 1.

The door opened, and a bare-chested guy with long black hair, wearing only pajama pants appeared in the doorway. A cloud of thick pot smoke struck Angela in the face, rocking her back on her heels.

"Hey, baby." Blake said, taking a long puff off of a joint and handing it to her, then added, "That's a moe, so take it easy, bitch."

Angela had no idea what that meant, and had never smoked anything, but he did call her a bitch so she accepted the thing and took an experimental toke. She coughed immediately, making Blake smile.

"Shit, girl! I said take it easy. Give it a minute. You'll feel that one."

He stubbed the rest of the thing out in a nearby ashtray, and followed John into another bedroom. Angela giggled as the two men eyed her up and down. John handed her money, which she stuffed into her purse. A small wave of dizziness washed over her as she pulled off her top and threw it to the floor.

"Man, those are some fine fucking titties." Blake said in his slow stoner drawl.

John got behind her and groped her breasts, tugging her nipples. Whatever had been in the thing she smoked was making her feel great! Her nipples felt ultra-sensitive as John worked them in his fingers.

"You ready to get some dick in that mouth, slut?" He growled into her ear.

"Fuck yeah... " Angela said, honestly.

John led her to the bed and Angela laid down, her head cloudy, like she was floating. He arranged his whore the way he wanted to use her, and Angela could feel her pussy gushing at the way he positioned her like a toy. He'd paid her, and now he could use her as he wished. John brought her head just off the edge of the bed, and the whole world turned upside down. Angela giggled at the fact that she was seeing an upside down world while she was upside down. It really did seem funny.

John pulled out his stiff cock and it slapped against her cheek. Angela had seen this particular position in Angie's videos. Angie's? No, Her. Angela was a whore. Angela allowed men to pay her and use her body for their pleasure, which also gave her pleasure. Angela was pay-to-play pussy for sexually aggressive guys who needed a teenage slut. John's cock touched her lips and she orgasmed without even touching herself.

She heard Blake chuckle and say, "Told you that shit was good, Ang! You see that shit? Little slut fucking creamed just from getting dick on her lips!"

"That ain't your fuckin' weed, dude. That's just how much Angie loves cock." John said.

"Angela... " Angela mumbled, her head light and foggy.

"Whatever." John said, and pushed his dick between her lips.

Angela felt proud of the way she took John's penis all the way on the first try, opening her throat and letting him fill her without even gagging. The feeling of his stiff tube plugging her airway, and his balls coming to rest against her nose sent a thrill of subservient pleasure straight to her cunt. He smelled of soap and fresh skin, and his big hands latched onto her breasts as he sighed with relief at putting his cock where it belonged.

"One of these days, Ang," he said, "I might pony up for that cunt, but damn you have a sexy feelin' mouthpussy on you."

"Glg."

John pulled back and roughly shoved his cock back into her. This time she let herself gag as his dick twitched against the back of her throat. She was sure, somehow, that he wanted it like that. He wanted to feel her submit to his cock, as though the only useful parts of her were her mouth and tits. He fell into a rhythm that gradually became faster, pulling on her nipples as he drove his length in and out of her mouth. She kept her lips tightly sealed around his penis, to give him that sexy mouthpussy feeling that he wanted to cum into.

Between her spread legs, she felt Blake's tongue tickling her slick slit, and when she moaned her pleasure around John's cock he groaned happily and slapped one of her tits.

"Fuck yeah, you sexy bitch. Moan around my dick."

Angela continued to do so, only slightly playing up her moans of joy at what Blake was doing to her. The position she was in precluded the ability to swallow any of the excess spit gathering in her mouth, and so she simply let it pool around John's invading prick, allowing his outward thrusts to remove it from her mouth, where it began to slide down her face in a hot wave of slippery goo. She placed her hands on John's ass and urged him on, helping him to fuck her slimy face, to take as much pleasure from his whore as he needed, to get his money's worth from the teenage mouthpussy he'd ordered to satisfy his urge to ejaculate.

Watching Angela's body convulse as Blake ate her was a sexy enough sight that it triggered his orgasm, and he made one final, hard, wet thrust into Angela's throat, forcing her to blow out a big wave of frothy spit with a "gluk". He squeezed hard on her tits and gritted his teeth, issuing one sharp growl of bliss as he emptied his sperm into her gulping throat, where it would join her previous successful suckoffs from the day.

John slid his slimy pole from her mouth, and Angela sputtered, unable to see for all the goop in her eyes. She smeared some of it away with the back of her hand, sucking in air and coughing, but that only lasted a moment before Blake shoved his hard penis into her mouth. Then, she was back to fulfilling her role as mouthpussy for John's stoned roommate.

The effects of whatever she'd smoked were giving her mental tunnel vision. She'd rarely felt so focused, and yet so dreamy at the same time. It was like every nerve in her body had become ultra-sensitive, and Blake's fat penis pounding in and out of her sloppy mouth became the singular focus of her world. John slipped his sticky fingers into her snatch and began to finger fuck her roughly. The sounds of wet squishing from between her legs mingled with the wet squishing from her mouth in a sexy cocktail of sluttiness that set her body to quivering. Angela could see herself in her mind's eye, as though she were floating above the bed, watching these two men spit roast her from both ends like the paid sexdoll she'd become.

"Shit, man," Blake said, "I need to sell enough dope to rent this fuckin' mouth for a week. You gotta be the sexiest little whore around, Ang."

Those words made Angela cum again as John fingered her and Blake twisted her nipples roughly between his fingers. Sexy little whore. Angela was a sexy little whore with the best mouthpussy around.

"Fuckin' A, bitch!" Blake exclaimed, "I love how much that shit gets you off. You should get your fuckin' license and make something of yourself, Ang. I ain't never met another bitch loves sluttin' like you do."

Angela struggled to keep up now. Blake's intense thrusting pushed big globs of sticky spit out of her mouth on each inward push, and her entire face felt like it was coated in the mess. The thick glop dripped into her hair, now, and spilled freely onto the carpet. John replaced his fingers with his tongue, sucking at her clit until she came once more with Blake's quivering cock in her throat. Her thrashing and moaning set the guy off, and then she was swallowing desperately against the overflow of fluids in her mouth, but there was simply too much. She coughed and sputtered, blowing out the excess of cum and spit in a hot spray that coated her face in another disgusting wave of slime, splashing Blake's pelvis.

"Shit yeah! Blow that shit out you sexy bitch!" Blake said, laughing, "Damn that's so hot!"

Angela choked and coughed, spitting up more of the goop, rolling onto her stomach and heaving up thick wads of phlegm from her abused throat. Blake grabbed her sticky hair in one hand and plunged his dick back into her mouth for another round.

"That's the sexiest fuckin' thing I've ever seen, Ang! Got me damn hard all over again. Take this dick, slut. Take it."

Blake held her hair in his fist and kept her in place as his hips pumped her mouthpussy. He placed one leg up on the bed for leverage, and then began to masturbate himself with her face, using her hair to pull her up, and then push her back down onto his bloated penis. John spread her legs, and for a moment she thought that he was just going to fuck her, despite not having paid for it. Angela wished, at that moment, that he would. Instead, he spread her ass apart and began to tongue fuck it. Her poor butthole was still sore from the previous day's reaming, but his soft, warm tongue lapping at it felt wonderful.