Date: Mon, 10 May 2010 02:07:38 -0400 From: Mikhayla Cumme Subject: Bambii's New World -- Part 2 Bambii's New World Part 2 --- There I was filled with cum. I had just been fucked and used like the total whore I was turned into. And even though I thought it was wrong in my mind, other parts of me were saying it was right. My cock wanted to explode, but my sheath wouldn't allow it. My pimp, James, said I'd be able to release once a month -- as long as I made him enough money. The doctor got changed and looked at me. He winked and told me that he had created one hell of a whore and knew I would be good at what I was made to do -- suck cock and get fucked like a little slut. After dressing, he sat down with me and told me a few things. "Listen, you are one fine piece of ass," he told me. "You are perfect in many ways. A great set of tits, an excellent body and a find boy pussy that guys are going to love jamming their cocks into." He handed me a cigarette and I instinctively grabbed it and lit it. I took a long drag with my red lips and exhaled a long stream of smoke. "But there's some things you need to realize, which will make you accept your role and hopefully make you realize that being a whore isn't bad," he said. "First, the odds are you won't live 10 years from now. Whether it be drugs, disease or being killed, once someone becomes a whore, they usually don't live more than 3 to 10 years. Sometimes it's shorter. Sometimes, you beat the system and you survive. But with a body like yours, I give you 5-10 because you'll be getting used a lot." That shocked me. The look on my face must have made my doctor realize how shocked I was. After all, I am 22 years old. He's telling me I might not make it to 30. Tears trickled down my face. I once had dreams. How did I get here? The doctor reached across and softly wiped my tears. "I realize how shocking this all sounds," he said. "But now that you know something like this, you can watch yourself. Watch your decisions. Your pimp owns you. But you can do things to make sure your quality of life is good, no matter if it's for three, 10 or 20 years." He looked at me and smiled. "Suck cock the best you can. Get fucked and enjoy it. Be the cum slut you've been created to be. Soon, you'll forget about when life expectance of a prostitute. This is your life path. Accept it and be the best at it and it's your best chance at survival. If you fight it, my guess is you won't live a year." He made sense. I had no where to run. Not that I could run with these tits. I got dressed and touched up my makeup. I was hot, I have to admit. He handed me a purse and I looked inside. Tissues. Makeup. Three packs of cigarettes. A new ID card for me. No money. No condoms. Nothing else. He handed me a card with an address to a motel. "James is expecting you," he said. "It's about 15-20 blocks away. You'll have to walk." I had to walk 15-20 blocks in 6-inch stiletto heels? This wasn't going to be fun. My skirt barely covered my ass. My shirt came just below my tits, so all my new tattoos were showing. The doctor showed me the door and swatted my ass as I walked out on the street. The night was starting to set in. I stood there for a minute in the brisk air as my nipples became hard and huge. I lit another cigarette and slowly started to walk in the direction I thought was the motel. After about two walks, I stopped to put out my cigarette and stood to rest. "Damn, these heels are killing me," I thought to myself. I reached into my purse and pulled out another cigarette and lit it. After getting about halfway through, I bent over and rubbed my ankles a little as I prepared to start walking again. Just then, three black guys came from the shadows of an alley. They surrounded me and I was quite nervous. "Hey mama... man, you are one fine piece of white meat," one guy said as he came forward and put his hands on me. "What's a man gotta do to get some of you?" I backed up a little and there was a second guy rubbing the front of his pants on my ass. "Hell yeah, baby," he said. "How about three cocks filling you up?" I didn't know what to say. I was mortified. The three then pulled me into the alley. The only thing that showed I had been on the main street was my cigarette, which I had dropped. Once in the alley and behind a couple of dumpsters, the first guy pinned me against one of the dumpsters and started kissing me. I was falling into a trance of sorts. My knees were buckling as I kissed deeply back. One of the other guys came up next to me and starting kissing on my neck. My instincts told me to fondle his crotch. Soon the third was on the other side of my neck and I had his crotch in hand, too. One part of my mind was telling me to scream. To get out of here. The other side was the programmed side. The one James and the doctor knew would come out when needed. "Hey guys, if you are going to share me, it ain't free," I said. "$15 each." One guy stopped. "So $45? What do we get for that? For how long?" "Anything you want," I said. "And as long as it takes for you to each fill me up with cum one or two -- or maybe three times." Their eyes lit up as they each forked over $15. I had no idea how much I was supposed to charge, actually. Or how long. Or for what. But I was so horned up, I needed to do something. The first guy then shoved me to my knees and took out his 10-inch cock and jammed it down my throat. So much for foreplay. He started fucking my mouth like he owned me. I was sucking as fast as I could and loving every second of it. The second guy yanked my skirt and noticed my sheathed cock. "DAYYYYYYYYYMN!" He shouted. "She's a he!" "Who the fuck cares?" the first guy said. "Look how hot she is!" At that point, the third guy came from behind. He had been stroking his cock to get it hard -- a good 11 inches. He spit on his hand and slightly lubed his cock and he stared poking around my boy pussy. "You ready to get fucked, cunt?" Not that I could say much with a cock in my mouth. I mumbled and he took that as a yes as he jammed his cock deep into my ass. It wasn't a slow fuck, either. He was going strong and hard. The guy in front of me was really fucking my face, too. Meanwhile, the third guy was stroking his large cock, too, and taking a few photos of what was going on. Makes sense. How many times with a white girl with huge tits and all be in an alley getting basically gang-banged for $45 in between a couple of dumpsters? Ironic a little, too, being I had been turned into a cum dumpster. "Ugh, oh yeah baby..." The guy I was sucking off was starting to thrust. He was ready to cum. The guy behind was fucking even harder when the guy in front moaned loudly... "Ohhhhh yeah, I'm gonna cummmmmm" Just like that, four quick spurts went off inside my mouth. I was swallowing as much as I could, but he then yanked out and four more spurts went all over my face. I reached up and grabbed his cock and gobbled it down even more, catching his final three power squirts in my mouth and the smaller spurts as well. I sucked him dry as globs of cum were all over my face. The guy behind started to breath fast, too. The guy in front was not wiping his cock and cum all over my face. "Ugh, yeah bit... prepare to take my seed!" The guy behind me exploded deep into my ass... multiplying the loads of cum that came from the first guy. My ass was filling up and cum was escaping and dribbling down my sack and leg. He must have cum for about 45 seconds before he stopped. He pulled out came around front and wiped my face and then jammed his cock down my throat as I sucked out another squirt or two. As I did that, the third guy came behind me and started fucking. His was the biggest cock of all. A good 14 inches. Thrust after thrust. The other two left and now it was me and this superior male fucking me hard and nasty. He was calling me all sorts of dirty names -- anything from cunt to slut to cum whore to piece of shit. It didn't matter. I was his bitch at this point. There I was, stark naked in an alley on all fours getting dirty fucked by this large black man. And I was loving it. He yanked my hair and flipped me on my back on the dirty alley street. I must have been some sight. Makeup smeared with cum globs all over my face. He was now on top of me and treating me like nothing more than a love doll. He squeezed my nipped hard. Then bit them. When I tried to push him away from the pain, he slapped me hard across the face. "Don't fuck with me, bitch," he said. "I paid for you; I'll use you as I want!" He slapped me again as I started to whimper at his superior status. He stood me up and slammed my back against the wall and continued to fuck me. His breath smelled awful -- like old booze and cigars. He stuck his tongue down my throat as he continued to fuck me standing up. He pulled out and looked at me. I knew he wasn't done, but I didn't know what was next. He then slapped me hard at the top of my face and I stumbled to my left. He then threw me to the ground, yanked me by my hair and force me upon his cock. I was deep-throating his monster cock as tears streamed out of my eyes, making me look like an even bigger mess. He then pushed me to my back again and climbed on and started fucking me as hard as he possibly could. About 15 minutes later he told me he was going to cum and it was going to be the biggest load I had ever seen... Five thrusts worth of cum went deep in my boy pussy until he pulled out and shot four power loads up my stomach and tits, with some coming to rest on my face. He then moved up and his final thrusts went partially in my mouth and the rest covered my face. He had good, hard heavy spurts go for about a minute or more. When he was done he threw me aside to the ground and quickly got dressed. He then grabbed my purse, reached in and took all the money out. I pleaded with him to leave it as I had to pay my pimp. "Tough shit, slut. Tell him you weren't worth it." He walked away as I cried between the two dumpsters. What had my life become. With shaking hands, I lit a cigarette and looked to gather all my clothes in the hopes that I could make my way to the hotel and to my pimp. To be continued! Have any ideas for Bambii? E-mail me at mikhayla.cumme@gmail.com.