I became a whore for Oxy

100% fiction!

I used to be a hot girl with a pretty face and sexy petite body. I spent my life using my looks to get men to buy me things and take care of me.

I started out as a highschool cheerleader. All of the guys wanted me and I loved to flirt and show off my body. I mostly hung with the jocks because they had all the connections to partys and usually had nice cars. Football players seemed to be most attracted to me. I don't know why, but big guys always seem to come on to me. At 5'2" and 110 lbs I couldn't understand why they'd want me.

I had little tits and not much of a figure. I would have expected them to go after a tall, girl with long legs and big tits. Some did. But, many wanted me.

Being in highschool during the 90's, I learned early that there were certain things a girl had to do if she wanted to run with the jocks and go to the party's. If a football player took me to a party, I was expected to dress like a party girl. Having little tits made this easy. A tight little top, no bra, and hip hugger pants always got me in the door. I could unbutton my top or wear it low cut and still not show much.

I learned early that I loved to party. Getting drunk, smoking pot, and occasionally snorting a few lines became standard fare for every weekend. I knew girls who fucked all the guys. They had fun but pretty soon everyone had had them and eventually they had to start doing nasty shit just to keep "in the game".

Me, I learned how to suck cock! It was easy, because I liked it - ALLOT! My first experience came when I was barely 18 - at least thats the way I remember it. I was damn drunk and had smoked some killer weed. I found myself upstars making out with a big lineman. Soon, he was all over me and pulling my clothes off. I was a tease and had teased myself into a situation that I couldn't get out of. With nothing left on but my panties and him rubbing my pussy hard through them, I decided to suck him off instead of getting fucked this way, for the first time.

I didn't know what to do, but once I wraped my lips around his cock and started sucking, things got all blury. In about a minute, he came in my mouth and I gagged on all the cum.

The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about it. That night, at the party, I did it again, with another guy - this time I swallowed as much as I could.

That pretty much summed up my senior year. I found out that I could get these dumb jocks to do anything if I'd suck their cocks. I graduated with a virgin pussy but my mouth had been filled with cum many many times.
After highschool I got a job at a fast food place and continued the party scene. Older guys, I found out, expected blow jobs during the first date. I'd learned to love cum and liked it more when they got a little rough and demanding.

I started hanging with a different crowd - gradually doing more drugs caring less about what I did with who. The first guy I fucked was nobody special. Just some biker who'd crashed a party. We wound up out back in an old trailer house. As usual, I was drunk and we'd smoked some shit that was way stronger than any pot I'd ever had. All I remember is him telling me to strip naked and sticking his big cock in my mouth.

I found a new very high turn on. I loved being TOLD what to do. It wasn't rape, because I could have left. But I didn't - I wanted more. He barked orders, called me a slut and whore and I did what I was told - fuck, that made me hot! That night, I didn't so much suck him as he fucked my face and called me a slut and spit on my face. It made me so hot I just went crazy with drunken lust. He fucked me hard and laughed when he realized I was a virgin.

After that, my life changed. He was a fucking biker and rode with a club - If I told you the name of the club, they'd probably still kill me. But, you've heard of them and they aren't nice people. A couple days later he took me to the clubhouse on his bike. It was an old warehouse and inside was a bar, couches, dogs, and a bunch of hard looking people.

I was scared but I didn't want to leave. He walked me around, showing me to guys and calling me his "bitch". He'd grab my tits hard and stick his fingers in my mouth telling me to suck em hard bitch. Later, after drinking, smoking, and snorting some crank I didn't care what happened. In fact, I was so horny I couldn't wait for something to happen.

Little did I know that I was about to be initiated. Mitch took me to a place in front of a bunch of couches and chairs, by the bar. He marched me out in front of everyone, turned me around and pulled my arms behind my back. He announced that I wanted to be initiated - I didn't know what that meant and certainly hadn't asked for it, but really didn't give a fuck either.

Of course, girls, ol ladies, mamas, hides, or what ever your place in the club (each word means something different abotu who and what you are) can NOT be a member. But, they can earn the privledge to hang around, go on runs, and be protected by the club - but it came at a cost!

For my initation, Mitch looked at a big, tattooed, long haired guy named Mike and gave him the honors. Mike walked up, stuck his tounge down my throat, rubbed my little tits and laughed. He made some comment about not having tits and ripped my tank top open. He grabbed me by my hair and walked me around so everyone could see and laugh and grab at my nipples - which were rock hard.

I was scared shitless but my pussy was running juice down my leg I was so hot. What ever was going to happen, I wanted it! Next thing I knew, Mike pushed me to my knees and pulled out his big, smelly cock. He pulled my hair hard and shoved my face against his cock - commanding me to suck it. I did and he fucked my face like I was nothing but a place for him to cum. He filled my mouth with cum and held his cock inside my mouth until I gagged and it ran down my tits and face.

Before I coudl breath, another guy stuck his cock in my mouth and throat fucked me till he came. Soon, I was taking cock after cock and two mamas (older, hard women, with nothing left but this and drugs) grabbed my head and pushed it up and down on cock after cock. I don't know how many cocks I sucked that night, but I was left with torn clothes and covered in cum.

I'd been laughed at, spit on, humiliated, and used like a nasty whore. Even though I knew it was wrong, something inside me changed. After that, my life was never the same again. I was nothing but a scooter whore.

I never had the stature of being a mans "ol'lady". That would have given me some sort of standing. I was just a slut who hang around the club, eager to do anything to be part of it. I became an addict and did anything I was told just to get what I wanted. Yeah, I wanted drugs and to get high. But, I really wanted to be used by the men.

The sex made me higher. But, this quickly became more than sex. I was, I wanted to be, nothing but a filthy whore and I'd do anything any man wanted the rougher and mroe demanding, the better.

I'd get wound up on crank, vodka, and smoke anything put in front of me. In exchange, I did anything I was told. I was used as a "chip" in bets at bars - usually over pool games - taken into the mens bathroom where I'd suck cock or get fucked. Those bastards made me pull trains with any fucking guys they wanted and as long as I was stoned, I did it and strangely, the nastier and more degenerate it became, the more I liked it. Just fucking or swallowing cum became tame and something of my past.

Sometimes, during a night of partying at the clubhouse, they'd make me and a couple of the mamas put on shows where we'd suck, lick, and fuck each other with anything they threw at us. I can't tell you all the depraved shit I did or who or what we did it with. And still, I couldn't leave.

I was addicted to the life, not the drugs. Yeah, I did plenty of drugs - I smoked and swallowed shit that I didn't even know what it was and didn't care as long as I got high.

But, it wasn't until I found the oxycontin, that my life was truly ruined. That shit got hold of me and it became all I ever wanted - or want, as I'm now nothing but an oxywhore and will do any damn thing - ANYTHING to get my hands on a few pills.

After awhile, hard living, too much drinking, too many drugs, and worst of all, that oxy - damn how I crave that shit. Anyway, after awhile, the bros at the club didn't want me anymore. There was nothing left that was nasty enough to earn me the right to stay around the clubhouse.

So, I'm out on the street. doing anything for oxy - my master oxy.

Thats all for now. Next time I'll go into the depravity of the underground life of oxy - what it did to me - what I do to keep getting it and what I see.
lizzy - a fucking oxy whore!