Cokewhore Ch. 03 – Hungover Whores

“Scoop some into my ass.” Kelsey ordered, licking her lips. The busty blonde eighteen year old was on hands and knees, the expensive leather couch already ruined with sex. Her eyes were closed, and she roughly tweaked at her own nipple. She sniffed uncontrollably, cocaine caked under her red nose.

Stacey scooped out a fat pile of white powder from the mountain of coke on the coffee table. Kelsey’s redheaded lesbian slave carefully dumped the pile on her Mistresses asshole, pushing the sweet candy deep inside with her finger.

“OHHHH FUUUUCK!” Kelsey moaned loudly, the powerful intoxicant hit her bloodstream like a baseball bat. She shuddered, dazed by euphoria, tweaking her nipple even harder.

Stacey scooped another, it too placed on the blonde’s asshole. This time the redhead pressed her nose directly on Kelsey’s sugar glazed shithole and snorted back the vice. She greedily licked up the remaining drugs caked onto the blonde’s numb sphincter. As she felt the rush of bliss hit, she drove her long tongue deep into Kelsey’s little brown hole, fucking the cokewhore’s ass with her tongue.

Neither of them noticed Johnny enter the room. Both were too focused on their high, surrendered to the wild euphoria of sex and drugs.

Johnny wasn’t alone. He was accompanied by six hulking black men, who whistled and jeered at the whores on display.

Kelsey noticed the men first, a dopey smile on her face as her addled brain slowly processed the newcomers. She reached back, grabbing Stacey roughly by the hair, turning her to see their audience.

Stacey squealed with delight, and Kelsey brought her face to kiss Stacey. Both stared at the men as Kelsey sucked at Stacey’s tongue, well aware it had just been deep in her own ass.

“Real tits on that one,” One of the men said, “you can tell she takes it up the ass too.”

“My cock’ll split the redhead in two.” Said another.

Kelsey locked eyes with Johnny, tongue still dueling her lesbian slave. She ruthlessly dominated Stacey like the submissive fucktoy she was, but Johnny was the true Master. His will was her command.

Tonight his will was to spoil his pets.

“These are my favorites.” Johnny said to the men, “so don’t injure them. Other than that, do whatever you want. I want to see all their holes stuffed.”

Kelsey melted at the sight of several big black men approaching, hungry eyes appraising her like a piece of white meat. She got on her knees as multiple big black cocks were unleashed before her eyes.

She had never been with multiple guys before. She had never been with a black dude before.

She attacked the cocks with her mouth, just like she knew from the BBC gangbang porn she watched constantly.

Johnny spoiled her. He knew her fantasy, knew that she wanted to be a gangbang fuckhole. To be passed around like a ragdoll by huge men. To have every hole stuffed at the same time.

The women got to work making that fantasy a reality, moaning as they started working each big black cock.

Johnny kept one of the men back, the leader of the group.

“And as for our mutual problem?” Johnny asked him.

“Shit bruh, you don’t worry about Tony Mazzarano.” He replied.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” Johnny said.

“Oh we friends after tonight dawg,” he said, rubbing his hands together as he eyed the coke and whores, “Oh yeah we good.”

—

Weeks earlier…

Johnny sighed with relief, the way only a man can lying between two stunning women who worshiped him. They had drained his balls, bathed in his cum, and now the three teens lay stuck together, sweaty and panting from massive orgasms.

“Let’s get fucked up.” Kelsey said, body still sticky from the massive cumshot Johnny had bathed her in. She said it casually. Too casually.

Stacey mewed with agreement. Johnny just raised his eyebrows.

It all fell into place for Johnny. He knew Kelsey from school, but she had shown up when he called an escort service. Why would the most popular girl in school be working as an escort?

Because she had a bad habit. An expensive one only her pussy could afford.

He could see in his peripheral vision Kelsey was acting cool, but her eyes kept darting to Johnny. Trying to gauge his reaction.

Johnny betrayed nothing, thinking through the implications. A girl with an expensive habit finds a virgin millionaire.

She wanted him to be her sugar daddy.

He got up, exacting himself from the slut sandwich, not giving an answer.

He sensed Kelsey was on edge. He turned, looking hard at the woman that had thrown herself at him.

She was stunning, skin shining with sweat and sex, totally naked, blonde hair tousled and matted. She melted under Johnny’s steel gaze though, her expression all he needed to confirm his suspicions.

“Let’s get fucked up! Let’s get fucked up!” Stacey chanted, totally clueless to what was really going on.

“Shut the fuck up.” Johnny commanded, not breaking eye contact with Kelsey. Stacey snapped her mouth closed, confused but obedient. Johnny ignored her, this was between him and Kelsey.

Kelsey broke the stare, looking down, a silent sign of submission.

Johnny stroked his chin, considering the whore. She could truly want him, or she could just be using him for his money. It was clear though she had hoped taking his virginity would put him under a spell. Hoped he’d lavish her with gifts and money.

On the other hand, why not lavish her with every want? Money meant nothing to him. Why not cover her in diamonds, designer outfits, and expensive vacations?

Even if she were only in it for his money, that money would buy complete and total obedience.

Johnny had all the money in the world. Her cunt came cheap, no matter the price.

Kelsey looked back up at him, looking for his decision. He could see in her eyes he was right- but something else was there. Awe.

Johnny cocked an eyebrow. Either she was a much better actor than he gave her credit for, or she genuinely marveled at him. He decided to go with his gut.

“Whatever I want.” Johnny said.

Kelsey nodded, understanding exactly what he meant.

“Anything. Everything.” She said, “You own me. Totally.”

“My Slave.” Johnny intoned.

Kelsey nodded.

“Say it!” Johnny commanded, harshly. He needed to hear the words.

Kelsey brought herself up, squaring her shoulders, looking up at the man that had so effortlessly dominated her.

She couldn’t pretend he was a mark anymore. She couldn’t pretend she was the one in control. She looked into his eyes, admitting she didn’t want to be in control.

“I am your Slave.” Kelsey said, big blue eyes locked on Johnny’s. A chill ran down her spine as she said the words.

She meant it.

Kelsey shuddered, her entire being submitting, embracing the words totally.

Kelsey was a slave. A willing slave.

Johnny’s Slave.

“Me too!” Stacey said, kneeling next to Kelsey, a giddy smile on her face.

Johnny laughed, the mood instantly lightening. The ditzy redhead had a flair for timing.

“Well let’s see you girls get fucked up!” Johnny said, getting off the bed.

Kelsey closed her eyes, thanking God her Master was going to let her get high.

She didn’t know what she’d do if she had been forced to choose. She was half convinced she’d give up her vice for him. But she was ecstatic Johnny indulged her. She didn’t want to give up this lifestyle. She might settle down eventually, leave the party life behind and find a husband like her mom had.

But she couldn’t do that yet. She needed to go wild. She was hot, young, and horny. She hadn’t even been gangbanged yet!

Kelsey smiled at the thought as she scrambled to find her clutch.

She was still totally naked as she fumbled at her clutch, Johnny’s cum drying tight on her skin. It made her itchy, but she had a more important itch to scratch.

Johnny returned, bottles of hard liquor in hand, bong in the other. He brought it to the teak dresser where Kelsey was pulling out the various baggies she had scored throughout the day.

“What do we have here?” Johnny asked.

“Blow.” Kelsey said, relieved that she could speak freely about her habit. She had been anxious about this moment all day, desperate to get access to Johnny’s wealth and feed her insatiable cravings.

“Ah.” Johnny replied.

Kelsey looked at him, questioningly. Johnny had a wolfish grin on his face.

“I don’t plan on taking any,” he said, “not my jam.”

He could see the disappointment on Kelsey’s face.

“But I like to watch. I want to watch both of you get ripped off your faces.”

Kelsey’s disappointment was swept away by the hand finding her clit between her legs. With his other hand Johnny grabbed a breast, tweaking nipple between finger and thumb.

“There’ll be no judgment from me.” Johnny said, voice low and deep, “in fact, it’s a huge turn on. I want to see you both go out of your fucking minds tonight. No fucking limits.”

Kelsey moaned, his words the exact thing she wanted to hear, his fingers exciting her sensitive clit.

“I get off fucking coked out whores. Knowing you’ll do anything for another fix. Knowing you can’t say no. It’s my power over you.”

Johnny gave her an evil smile, then smacked her ass with a sudden crack. Kelsey yelped.

“Get to it, sluts.” Johnny said, a hungry smile on his face, “I want you bitches blacked out by midnight.”

Kelsey moaned, cutting up a fat line. She felt so free. Johnny was going to take care of her, feed her every vice, fill her every hole.

She snorted a massive line, it was going to be a memorable night.

—

Kelsey woke up face down on the cold marble floor. She was freezing, and the headache that pounded her body was otherworldly.

She propped herself up, having to literally peel her cum-glued tits off the floor. Her skin was tight with a thick sheen of God knows what fluids. She stank.

And she didn’t remember anything from last night.

Why was she in the foyer?

She remembered giving herself completely to Johnny, remembered the thrill of being his Slave.

The rest of the night was a messy flash of sin and depravity.

“Fuck.” She said, realizing she was laying in a pool of her own piss. She must have been fucked last night.

“Fuck.” She said again as she slowly got up, this time from the crushing pain in her head. This was a uniquely terrible hangover, she decided.