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Juliette the Super Tramp
Prologue
Those of you who have faithfully followed the adventures of my heroine and general screw-up, Juliette, know that her adventures abruptly ended with nurse Crocet wheeling her booby trapped body across to the men's wing of the private hospital where she had been admitted for a total physical revamping. Why the lengthy delay since then? There are many reasons, but the root cause was the fear that I might repeat myself and do True Love II without realizing until it was too late. Since I've decided to face my personal demons concerning this subject, it also became a good time to do some serious editing of the first four chapters as well. The next chapter is about a month away, so those readers who still remember this story have time to refresh their memories to make it easier to get back into the swing of things. Those unfamiliar with Juliette, but courageous enough to begin to read it now should not be put off by my miserable first attempt at editing.
Chapter 1
Saw your ad in Swingers Monthly and thought you might be interested in meeting with me for some mutually satisfying sex. This sex-crazed 27 year-old lives alone, so we could get together at my place. After fucking me all night you'll really enjoy the kind of breakfast that I'll provide when you wake up. First you'll have a snack of snatch, freshly douched, and followed by a killer blowjob that will curl your toes. After that it will be bacon and eggs, coffee, toast and anything else that will help you get back your strength so that you can begin fucking me again. By now, you are probably thinking this is all my private fantasy, a figment of some loser's attempt to create a life for herself. You're right, I'm still a virgin, but not for lack of trying to get rid of that stigma.
Being very shy and not very good-looking, in fact I think I'm ugly because I still have pimples and my nose is too big, doesn't help my present situation. Add to that my thick glasses because of very bad eyesight, and the extra 20 pounds of flab located in all the wrong places, the result of overeating due to constantly being unhappy, and you probably have a good idea of my miserable life. If I didn't put my finger down my throat and puke up most of what lies there in my upset stomach, those 20 pounds would likely be 50! Perhaps you might enjoy fucking the pounds off my body; that idea really turns me on. In fact if you were to meet me, you could do anything you want to me. I'm sure no matter what it was; it would excite me to the point that eating would not be an issue.
Getting back to me, my work is done in a little cubicle with a computer that produces boring things; my boss calls them products. The people in my area accuse me of dressing badly and some mention my body odor as well. Maybe it's because my body is hidden in a lot of clothes. There's my full cut cotton panties, the only kind allowed in contact with my pubic region, next my panty hose, followed by a girdle. My girdle is my shield from prying eyes; it protects my privacy and is a source of personal discipline. My bras are always white and of sturdy fabric. My boobs are such that they require no less than a 38 D-cup garment. Over this comes a skirt, long of course and a sturdy, opaque blouse or heavy loose-fitting sweater so no one can ogle my boobs, which are my best feature next to my cunt of course!
My pubic hair is thick and springy and over the years has forged beachheads reaching to my navel and the cleft between my buttocks. The razor is a foreign object when it comes to my pubic hair and the crop that flourishes in my armpits. I'm disinclined when it comes to douching, while showers are limited to three days a week and are perfunctory at best. They occur usually on Monday, Thursday and Saturday. Maybe that's why people at work don't like to be around me.
Because of my inability to forge lasting personal relationships, my main focus is masturbation, a habit developed during my teen years that replaced the pain of rejection by others of both sexes. My nipples are fat and they get real hard when I'm sexually excited. My cunt is my best feature, and my best friend. It has nice fat lips and a real big clit; it's always wet and the stuff that drips out is very tasty. It's fantastic to suck the juice off my fingers while I'm playing with myself. If possible I'd masturbate at work, but alas there isn't sufficient privacy to make the risk worth losing my job, such as it is. So masturbation is confined to my little apartment every night without fail.
Once the dishes are done and put away, I'll strip naked and don my robe, a wonderful garment that cost me plenty, but has been worth every cent. Usually by seven there is a porn tape playing on my television. My favorites are girl-girl tapes, but I'll also watch a lot of anal and gangbang tapes as well. Once a month there will be a special treat, usually a bondage and discipline tape, usually on the weekend. I'll imagine that I'm being beaten and raped instead of the model; it really gets me off. Maybe you would like to tie me up and give me a good going over sometime. Well, looks like that's all for now. You think about what I've told you and get back to me real soon so we can make arrangements for your visit. In the meantime there will be lots of masturbation featuring you and me getting together and doing all the nasty things there are to do when a man and woman join as one.
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What a great letter, it's been read by yours truly at least thirty times and it still gets me off! I'm typing this letter in the nude because I've just got through masturbating for the second time this evening. My gash goo is really flowing and it tastes so good, salty and sweet at the same time. I've tweezed out twenty pubic hairs so far tonight and I'll try for another ten even though it hurts like hell. God I'm all sweaty and nervous when the thought of being tied spread-eagled to my bed with a gag in my mouth while you pull out all my remaining pubic hairs, one by one. Is it possible for someone like me to be able to take that much pain? Maybe I'll just shave them all off. What can you do to me for that? Don't answer, every time my mind thinks about what you could do to me I'm petrified. What makes it so terrifying is because you are probably thinking of doing even worse things to me. Guess I'm a real masochist because thinking about you hurting me makes my cunt sludge ooze out without me even touching my pussy. Hope you like the nude pictures of me; an acquaintance of mine, a girl of course, took them.
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It's so disappointing that we couldn't get together as planned! Hope you are not leading me on, that would be terrible. Still plucking out at least twenty strands of pubic hair every day, but my bush seems just as thick as when this good-will offering of mine began. Did buy some bikini panties with a sheer crotch and they do look very sexy on me. They also really show my potbelly and that bothers me a great deal. I'm so wet that my body odor smells like the stink of my cunt. It's so bad that I've resorted to douching before going to work. Please call me at the number provided so we can arrange to have lots of hot sex and you can punish me for being such a naughty girl
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for the wonderful picture of your fantastic penis, or perhaps cock would be more appropriate, since you now know what kind of a slut I'd like to be. So it's not only nine and a half inches long, it's very thick as well. Sure would be disappointed if that monster wouldn't fit inside my cunt. That would be too much to bear! The only things that have been in my cunt are my fingers, which are kind of pudgy, and my vibrator, which is only seven inches long and never has been completely inside me. That's not really completely true. Let me confess here and now that on occasion an older woman and yours truly got together for some girl-girl fun and games. She enjoys eating my cunt, which is very tasty if you can believe my opinion. I've never gone down on her, although we do kiss a lot and her boobs are firm and very suckable according to this reporter. She's even fatter than me and is very hairy too. Perhaps that's why we enjoy each other's company now and then. To be honest, seeing her makes me realize that I'm not the worst looking woman in the world. Guess you'll punish me for that observation too. If it were possible to change places, I'd be very harsh on me as well. By the way, she's the one that took those pictures of me. You never said anything about them. Hope they weren't that bad.
Chapter 2
Now this is what sore is really all about, a new experience for me. You really stretched my poor cunt out of shape with that huge prong of yours. So this is what the girls mean when they say they were fucked bowlegged. Can hardly wait until you do it to me again. My boobs are almost as sore as my twat, you really seemed to like them, I'm glad. No bra for me while at my apartment for two good reasons; the other is that it turns me on to see all those teeth marks and bruises you put into them. You've really made a believer out of me for sure! Be advised that every day there will be fifty freshly plucked pubic hairs going into my goody bag for you until we have another fuck session at my place. God, this new life really gets my pussy juice flowing like a fountain! Now that you've made a real woman out of me, it's time to go shopping for some sexy garter belts, baby dolls and sheer bikini panties, but no bras since you seem to like my boobs to be out where you can get your hands on them.
To be honest, the thought of taking your cock up my virgin asshole really scares me, but for you, anything as long as we are together. If it hurts, it hurts! It will be just what this real woman deserves for her bad attitude in the past. She is definitely a naughty girl and certainly needs to be punished for her failings. Hope those pictures you took of me come out. You have my permission to post them on the Internet if you black out my face. Come to think of it, you don't need my permission, do you? You made me sign something giving you the rights to the pictures while you were here and not busy fucking me into a puddle of pussy juice. It was fun to pose for them and it will be a trip to do more once you get that time-lapse thing to work. Then we can pose together while you are doing me good and proper.
You are such a gentleman, worrying about getting me pregnant. Pulling out and shooting in my face and on my tits and belly was a very nice thing to do. It was an honor to lick up all your yummy cum and gulp it down. It's too bad that my blowjobs weren't up to the kind you have been getting from other woman. It certainly makes a lot of sense if some of your friends came over and let me practice on them. However they must know that my cunt and asshole are exclusively reserved for your use only.
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You sure do have a lot of friends. Three came over to see me yesterday after work and tonight I've had another four. My jaw is sore from all the sucking they made me do for them. Most come pretty quickly, but then they want me to do them again. Others take forever, even though they have my permission to play with my boobs while yours truly licks, kisses, tongues and sucks their cocks. One of them even tried to give me a tip after shooting off in my mouth twice in a row without stopping. That was kind of strange, but it takes all kinds to help me become a real pro at giving head. With all the practice they provide for me, you'll surely notice the improvement in my blowjobs. There are now one hundred pubic hairs in the bag and there's beginning to be some slight difference in my bush, which gets checked every night before bedtime.
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That was some going over you gave me. My asshole is still bleeding a little, but only when I have to move my bowels. My pussy is sore as well, but this kind of pain can be easily handled since it reminds me of the wonderful time this slut had letting you fuck my brains out. I'm counting the days until our next hot sex sessions. It's great that those pictures you took turned out, but you must have forgotten to blank out my face before you put them on the Internet. This is causing me a lot of grief at work because some people at work have seen my pictures and made copies of them that are now being circulated around the office. Suddenly a lot of guys want to take me out for motel dates at lunch and after work. No one has been successful yet, but a couple of them are threatening to send the pictures to my boss if they don't get some pussy from me in the very near future.
It's truly amazing, but there are even some girls from the office who are very jealous and threatening to expose my secret life unless they get a chance at me as well. They have all sorts of very nasty things they want to do to me because they say I'm such a naughty girl who deserves to be punished and shown the error of her ways. Personally the girls are probably more tolerable than the men who seem to look upon me as the office sex slave. In that capacity there can be no limit to what they might demand of yours truly. What do you think this confused woman of the world should do? Despite all this trouble, my tweezers removed another 60 pubic hairs today and will continue to fill my hair bag until our next date. Are you really going to pull out 150 of my pubic hairs at our next meeting? At this rate my pussy will be bald as a peach in about another couple of weeks.
Chapter 3
So you say it would be better if we both started to see other people? In my opinion going on motel dates every noontime and after work is definitely not really seeing other people. It's become apparent to me that you are fucking other women because you cancel half of our dates for one reason or another. That's fine with me; this slut knows she's no prize. Because you are still so important to me, your on-again off-again sex partner will try a few dates. Perhaps some of my new sex partners will teach me a few new tricks that will make you happier with me.
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What a week, a date every noontime and another after work; thank goodness for the pill. Friday after work three guys from the office celebrated the end of the week, by chipping in for a two-hour session with me at a local no-tell motel where the sheets are yellowed and rarely changed. They rotated to keep me busy at both ends, one in my mouth, another in my cunt and the third one jacking his cock so he'd be ready when his turn in the rotation came. To make sure they got their money's worth, they even made me take off my girdle and panty hose while they were driving me over to the motel. They even went so far as to lock them in the car trunk to make sure not to waste any precious motel time waiting for me to put them back on.
So far my dates have just made me give them blowjobs when they're not pounding my pussy, but a couple of them are talking about fucking me up the ass next week. That scares me since their all strangers to me when it comes to ass fucking. Could be they might stretch my poor tight asshole too much and cause me to bleed for a week like my first time with you. My weight has gone down by at least two pounds this week, probably because there is no time for lunch and they give me plenty of exercise at the motel instead. My favorite position is doggie, but they also like me to ride them in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, which really burns up the calories according to what some of them tell me.
They never complain anymore about my blowjobs, some even compliment me on giving them good head. Evidently practice does make perfect even when it comes to giving blowjobs. So far nobody has a cock as big as yours, although a couple of them come close. Tomorrow they've invited me to go over to someone's house and be gangbanged all afternoon. The host, my current supervisor at work, has invited about a half dozen of his friends over to work on me. Sure wish you weren't out of town, because it would be nice to have some of that big fat cock of yours, even up my ass.
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This sex-crazed girl now knows what sore really is! It turned out that the half dozen guys had taken the liberty of inviting a few friends to join the gangbang. Upon my arrival they made me strip down and my hands were cuffed behind my back. They marched me out to the pool area where the guys were waiting. All my clothing went into the pool while they put me on a chaise lounge with my legs hung over the arms. One guy straddled my chest and ordered me to begin sucking his cock. Meanwhile another guy stuffed his sausage up my cunt, which was dry as a bone. My yelping irritated the guy in my mouth, so he pushed his cock down my throat, neatly cutting off my air supply. My struggles were fruitless and exhausted the air in my lungs. It started to get dark as my lungs faltered, but in the nick of time the one plugging my throat pulled out to allow me to breathe again.
From there it got worse. For the next couple of hours they lined up and took turns pounding my pussy to pulp, while my jaw became almost unhinged from sucking so much cock. When they decided to take a break, a couple of them thought it would be funny to throw me into the pool, where my clothing was floating. They let me almost drown before pulling me out so they could resume destroying my poor cunt. More guys showed up and soon my asshole was also getting filled with cock. It was useless to tell them that they were hurting me; all that got me was a couple of slaps across the face and some vicious twisting of my boobs and nipples. It turned out that the guy who got my asshole first and started the ball rolling was the host's boss. That was just my luck!
There is no way to know how many guys fucked me, or how many times each did me, but it was plenty. My only break was that they took me inside before my skin got burned to a crisp. There were small areas that burned, but nothing that couldn't be covered up by clothing. Once they got me on a bed the gangbang resumed with even greater enthusiasm. Now they were able to take their time hurting me with their hard dicks. Many of them got into the liquor cabinet and soon felt no pain, but the same didn't hold true for me.
They filled me, they drilled me, they made me cry like a baby, but no one felt sorry for me in the slightest. By the time they were done with me and allowed me to dress in my soaking wet clothing, it was almost dark. To make matters even worse, one of the guys had brought a video camera and gotten plenty of tape showing me being fucked in every possible position, not to mention sucking cock and taking it up the ass as well. He'd also taken still shots that he planned to post on the Net.
That was the end for me for sure. No self respecting man would want to get involved with a girl that did all the things this one did in the last month. Oh by the way, the guys also shaved my pussy, and did that ever hurt. They left me with dozens of nicks and cuts that will take at least a week to heal. What makes that so bad is tomorrow some of the ladies from my workplace have plans for me. They are going to punish me for being such a big whore. If they only knew the truth!
By the time my ride got me back to my apartment, it was almost two in the morning. It was bad enough that he made me ride in the trunk of his car because my clothing was still soaked from being in the pool. He also took a detour to his place for some extra fun and games, including my first experience with being fisted, which was horrible and hurt like hell. Then to add to my misery he dropped me off two blocks from my apartment. My hands were still handcuffed from the scene that took place at his apartment. He made me kneel in an alley, open my mouth and let him fill it with his piss. He allowed me to swallow the awful tasting stuff and then he finished pissing all over my face and chest. At least he unlocked my handcuffs and sent me on my way. God, what's to become of me when there will be at least half a dozen very pissed off women waiting to do me good? I am not looking forward to that at all.
Chapter 4
It was worse than my worst fears, nothing but pain and suffering in abundance. My next appearance at work will not be for at least a few days. Hopefully by then my cunt and asshole won't be oozing anymore and I can get my swollen boobs into a bra again. Most of the welts have stopped bleeding already, and the electric shock "treatments" didn't leave any marks that my clothing won't conceal. The other stuff didn't leave any marks, but it hurts like hell anyway. This girl won't go into much detail because she doesn't want to remember what they did to her. They started me off with a major whipping while I was hanging from my wrists with ropes holding my legs apart so they could get at my pussy. There were six of them and they took turns
whipping me from neck to knee, back and front, first with straps, then switches cut from a bush in the yard, and finally with stockings filled with sugar. That last beating was murder on my poor pussy, leaving it so swollen, it's even hard to pee.
They made me drink dishwater until my belly bulged like a woman about six or seven months pregnant, then they took turns punching me in the stomach, making me puke up all that filthy water. They untied me so I could mop up the mess I'd made on the kitchen floor, then my hands were cuffed behind my back and they marched me into the bathroom for some water sports, as they called it. Except for one trip downstairs for another beating, they shuttled me from the bathroom to the bedroom for the rest of the day, and part of the evening. They forced me to drink what seemed like a gallon of piss during that afternoon. The women took turns squatting over my face and saying " Open wide you piece of shit and swallow every drop." To make sure that happened, they used a pair of pliers to squeeze my clit flat whenever they thought me to be uncooperative. That hurt so bad this slut would do anything that told me. Probably the worse thing they made me do was drink my own piss, and they did that a lot. They fed me pussy to lick and eat and assholes to suck and slobber over when there was no piss to drink.
They gave me a number of killer enemas; big ones that made me think my belly was about to explode in most cases. Some were hot, some were ice cold, and others were weird concoctions like laundry detergent mixed with vinegar. That one burned and was murder to dump because the stuff was so thick and heavy. They also gave me some special douches. The worse one was ammonia with some hot pepper sauce mixed into it. That one felt as if my cunt was on fire! After my first session in the bedroom the bathroom action didn't bother me as much. Those hateful bitches stretched my sore cunt with dildoes that came in only two sizes, huge and no way Jose. Some liked to put them on with straps and fuck me like it was their cock, others just enjoyed ramming it into me as hard and fast as they could. While this was going on, my boobs were twisted, bitten, slapped and stretched, and my nipples felt like they were being chewed off on a number of occasions.
Of course they were also forcing me to suck pussy juice from their sloppy twats and stick my tongue up their smelly assholes. The fat ones would make me give them tongue baths with extra long stops at their cunts, tits, armpits and asses. They'd order me to suck their assholes while they strained to provide me with something to chew on. Thank God, none of them did! Each trip to the bathroom became more gross because everything they put into me was sooner or later dumped into the bathtub. They'd get me nice and full then put me over the edge of the bathtub and force me to puke it up. Every time anyone took a piss that didn't wind up in my mouth, it went into the tub. Guess where yours truly would be forced to lie while they filled me up with enemas and made me drink their piss? Yes, the damned tub, that's where!
They started to get interested in my asshole when they stretched my cunt to its limit and found that the only thing that could make me grunt was a fist jammed up my tired twat. Even that got boring because all the previous activities made me too loose. Once they could punch my cervix, there was nothing left to do to my cunt short of rupturing it with an inflatable dildo, something that was discussed, but cooler heads prevailed and spared me. So they now concentrated on my asshole. They started me out with a well-greased bullet vibrator and soon had me taking almost all of it into my asshole. Then they rammed progressively thicker and longer dildos up my sore butt. The bitches began to spit in my mouth, forcing me to swish their saliva around before swallowing it down. They forced me to ask for more and more of their spit as they used the pliers to torture my cunt lips and clit. Even when they took me to the bathroom, someone was always bending me over the tub to rape my tight asshole with a giant dildo. After a few hours of constant reaming, my bunghole started to stay open; they called it a gape. Now they began to double penetrate me, one in my cunt and another dildo in my gaping asshole. That really hurt since when my cunt got stuffed full, it made my asshole tighter to enter.
During the entire time someone was always snapping pictures of whatever was being done to me. Naturally they were planning to post them on the Internet, and not only that, they also intended to attach my home address and phone number so that the perverts could make dates to abuse me. This sent me out of my mind with fear at this point. My last trip to the bathroom was murder. They brought up a pail of greasy dishwater and forced me to drink every drop. Of course it came up almost as fast as they could make me drink it. By now the tub was getting so full that they could dunk me and so they did, over and over until this unlucky lady passed out. That's when they started giving me electric shocks. They taped one wire to my cunt lip and touched the other to various parts of my body like my clit, asshole, armpits, belly, thighs, tits, nipples, ear lobes, eye lids, tongue and of course my cunt, which they must have been trying to fry.
They managed to wedge two dildos up my tired twat and then gave me a huge enema. Another dildo was rammed up my sore asshole so there wasn't a way to get rid of the enema. So there yours truly lay in my own vomit, previous enemas, my and their piss and every douche I'd gotten that day, while moaning in pain as the huge enema made me cramp in waves that grew progressively stronger and stronger. It looked as if their victim, namely me, was in the final trimester of a pregnancy, and she was pleading for them to allow her to give birth. They made me void the enema into a wastebasket. My cunt was stuffed with twin dildos and another went up my tender asshole. Then the bitches made me drink what was in the wastebasket. The pliers had to be used a number of times before they calmed me down so my mind could concentrate on swallowing the liquid that had been recently churning away inside my bowels. Soon my belly was again bulging. It was over the edge of the tub once more and the dildo in my asshole was worked in and out as my recycled enema was once more puked into the tub.
All the time pictures were being taken of me for inclusion into the package that would be posted on the Internet. They were not finished with me yet; another trip down to the basement was in store for me. Those harpies forced me to waddle down to the basement with my cunt and asshole stuffed with dildos, and my belly bulging from a gigantic enema. This time they strung me up by my ankles in a Y with my hands tied tightly behind my back and roped against the small of my back. The first wave of cramps from the mixture of hot water laced with liberal quantities of vinegar and liquid detergent already was causing me serious grief. The economy-sized dildo buried deep inside my asshole made a very effective butt plug, preventing me from expelling the enema.
They took turns beating me with straps, switches and stockings filled with sugar, concentrating on my cunt and tits. My mind drifted in and out of consciousness as they pounded my pussy into a purplish mass of throbbing pain, and then cut my swollen pubic mound into a bleeding mess. Someone was always putting fresh welts into my crimson ass cheeks, and the damage to my tits was almost as bad as what they were doing to my pussy. My tits hung away from my chest because of my position and so they were able to get at the tender undersides. They beat my boobs into bloody swollen bags of throbbing agony. The insides of my thighs were cut to ribbons by the switches and straps they wielded. All that time my guts were twisting and cramping in pain from the relentless pressure that the huge enema was putting on my internal organs. Thoughts of dying went through my mind a number of times during the terrible beating that they gave me. Somehow it wasn't my time to die, even when one of them kicked me squarely in the face, not once but three times while the other harpies laughed.
Finally they cut me down and let me relieve myself into a wastebasket. Things never seemed to end. It was no surprise when they threatened me with more beatings until this battered excuse for a woman began drinking the contents of that wastebasket before they allowed me to stagger up to the bathroom where they watched me puking my guts out until my face was ashen as they smirked, all the while recording my total humiliation by photographing the action. At that point there was no question that my life had changed totally and was now on another path that involved being used for other people's pleasure.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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