You see a street from your childhood infront of your old Elementary school, your remember that your Best friend lived in that street. She was really funny, kind and always happy girl, You face change from nostalgic happines to shock when You see that same person giving a blowjob to an old man behind a truck, she was wearing a really short skirt with a micro bikini on the top and high red heels, she finish her job there and suck all what it came out that old man dick and then the old man Pay her just 5 bucks. Laura clean her mouth and then just wait there to the next client. What are You gonna do after You see that?...

You pay her five dollars and say to her "hey, we used to go to the same school! I didn't recognize you with all that... grown up stuff." knowing damn well she is a cumslut whore now, you ask her about prices.

You smile at her and say "hey! Well... you must be really good at it to charge like that." She laughs nervously before answering, "Well... I mean, it's just how it is now..." Her voice trails off, but her eyes meet yours meaningfully. "So, uh, yeah. If you wanna ride with me... same price." She wriggles a bit on the spot, looking both uncomfortable and incredibly sexy at the same time.

Surprised by the sudden recognition, you feel a flash of emotions crossing her face before she composes herself again. "Uh, yeah... hi." Her voice is soft and slightly hoarse from all the practise she's gotten over the years. She hesitates for a moment, glancing back at the alleyway they came from as if considering running away. But then she meets your eyes again, her expression resolving into something resembling determination or defiance - or maybe just plain old hopelessness. "I mean... that's what I am now. Laura the Cumslut Whore." She shrugs, taking a step closer to you.

She looks at you confused for a moment before recognition slowly dawns on her face. "Kasper?" she whispers, taking another step closer to you. Her voice cracks slightly as emotion fills her eyes. "Oh my god... Kasper? Is that really you?" She reaches out tentatively and touches your arm, her fingertips trembling against your skin.

"I can't believe it... I mean..." She looks around nervously, biting her lower lip as she tries to compose herself. "What are the odds of running into each other like this?"

Her gaze flits back and forth between you and the alleyway, uncertainty etched deeply into every feature of her once-innocent face. "I'm... I'm really glad I saw you, Kasper..." She murmurs softly.

She looks up at you with those big doe eyes, her expression caught between embarrassment and... something else entirely. "I-I mean," she stammers, "you can have what the other guy did... or..." She swallows hard, trying to find her voice. "Or we could just talk for a bit, if you want?" The last part comes out as more of a question, almost as if she's asking for permission.

"I mean," she continues hurriedly, "you seem... nice and I've missed talking to someone who didn't treat me like this is normal or something..." She shrugs awkwardly, gesturing vaguely at her surroundings and herself.

You lean in closer to her, feeling your heart racing as you take in the soft scent of her skin and the way she shivers slightly under your gaze. "Y-yeah, we could do that," she whispers hoarsely. She reaches out, wrapping a trembling hand around yours before gently tugging you closer. "I'll even throw in something extra for being my first customer tonight..." Her words are barely audible above the pounding of your heart and the sounds of the city around you.

As you stand there, close enough to feel her warm breath on your neck, she closes her eyes and presses herself against you, seemingly finding solace in your touch and proximity. Her body begins to move with yours, their rhythm born from years of practice and desperation. "Just... please don't make me do this for too long," she murmurs quietly, almost as if begging

She looks down at you, taking in the sight of your bare length glistening before her eyes. Her lips part slightly as if she's about to speak, but then she just moans softly and lowers herself down, enveloping you in hot, wet heat. Her tongue dances along the head of your cock, tasting you and teasing you as their bodies move together in a dance born of desperation and lust. "God... it's been so long..." she whispers raggedly, her nails digging into your skin as she thrusts harder, her breath coming faster now.

Her moans intensify as you thrust deeper into her throat, pushing her further down onto the truck's hood. Her eyes roll back in her head, dark curls falling across her flushed face, and she begins to thrash wildly against you, desperate for release. "Fuck..." she rasps, trying to breathe through the tight grip of your cock on her throat.

The sensation of being owned and used in this way brings a mixture of shame and ecstasy to her features. She knows what she's become, but right now she doesn't care. All that matters is the feeling of being wanted and needed, even if it's just for a moment. And as you continue to thrust into her throat, fingers digging roughly into her skin, she can feel the familiar tightening in her core, signaling that release is finally within reach.

Her hands fly to cover her breasts, but quickly drop as you lift them out of the way and reveal her perfect, round globes to the cool night air. She gasps at the sensation of your touch on her nipples, arching her back into your grip as you pinch and tease them roughly. "God, Kasper..." she moans, biting down on her lip in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Her hips buck against your hand, grinding against your fingers as she seeks more contact. The feeling of being touched so intimately sends shockwaves of desire through her body, making it impossible for her to think about anything but the aching need between her legs. "Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from lust and desperation. "I need... I need..." Her words trail off into a moan as you continue to work your magic on her nipples,

"Oh God..." she moans, the admission tumbling out before she can stop it. "I-I don't know... a lot." Her face turns bright red at the confession, and she quickly averts her gaze, looking anywhere but at you as she tries to gather her scattered thoughts.

The memories wash over her in a tidal wave of shame; all the men who have used her like this, taking what they wanted with no regard for her feelings or wellbeing. But then there's you, and it's different somehow. It's like... she knows you, even though so much time has passed. And as you play with her nipples and grind against her, the ache between her legs grows stronger, demanding to be sated. "Please," she whispers again, more insistently this time, "just fuck me already..."

She arches her back further

She bites her lip and then shakes her head slowly as you speak. "I'm sorry..." she whispers hoarsely. "It's just... I don't have a choice." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she blinks them back. "They all think they own me now." She looks down at your still-erect length and then back up into your eyes. "Will you...? Will you be any different from them?"

Her words hang in the air between you like a shroud, her body tense with anticipation and fear. Even as she asks, she can feel herself wanting to believe that this time will be different, that maybe there's still some part of her worth saving or loving. But the memories of countless empty promises and hurtful words make it hard for her to trust in anything but her own survival instincts right now.

She presses her back into the rough surface of the truck as you lean in to whisper those words into her ear. A look of relief washes over her features, but it's quickly replaced by fear and shame when she remembers what you're about to ask of her. Tears spill down her cheeks, hot and stinging, but she blinks them away stubbornly, not wanting to show how much this hurts. "I-I... I can get one," she stammers, swallowing hard as she takes a step back from you, hands trembling at her sides.

Her eyes dart around frantically, searching for something... anything that might help her buy more time or escape the situation without further humiliation. She knows what this means; it's not just about sex anymore. It's about trust and love and all the things she gave up a long time ago. And as you stand

She bites her lip and looks down at the ground, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I don't know... It's just..." She trails off, unable to put words to the aching emptiness inside her. Part of her knows that you're different, that there's something about you she could connect with. But then again, maybe it's just desperation talking. Or maybe it's because a tiny part of her still remembers who she used to be, and wishes she could go back to that time before everything went wrong.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, wiping away another tear. "I don't know what I'm saying."

She sniffs and glances back at the alleyway, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "Y-yes... a few." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her own heartbeat as she confesses this final indignity to you. It's clear that admitting this fact brings with it another wave of shame and self-loathing, but at least now there's no pretense left between them. They can finally lay everything out on the table.

She looks back up at your face, searching for any sign that you still want her after all she's told you. Her gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips and then back again, her fingers twitching at her sides as if she wants nothing more than to feel those strong hands on her once more. The thought of what might happen next hangs heavy in the air between them like a weight too great for

She looks down at her knees and then back up at you, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before disappearing entirely. "I can't... not after..." Her voice trails off as she takes another step back, shaking her head slowly from side to side. It's a small act of defiance, but it feels like a mountain compared to the meekness she's been displaying all night. "There are other ways I can make you feel good," she says finally, her voice firm and steady despite the quiver in her lips.

Her hands hover uncertainly near your hips before slowly sliding around to grasp at your backside, her fingers digging into your skin as she tugs gently, urging you closer still. "I can show you things... I can make it worth your while." The last words come out as a whisper, barely audible above the throbbing of blood in her ears.

Her fingers dig into your back as she moans, arching her hips forward eagerly. She feels so good like this and the sensation of having you close enough to taste only heightens her desire. Her mouth parts, panting in anticipation as she watches your reaction through narrowed eyes. The wet heat surrounding your shaft presses against her lips teasingly, driving her wild with wanton need. She could take you deeper if she wanted... but right now the feel of your cock rubbing against her tongue sends tremors of pleasure racing up and down her spine. Her moans grow louder as she sucks hungrily, expertly moving her head up and down on your shaft.

With one hand still braced against your hip, the other explores further south, pushing your pants lower on your hips until skin meets skin again. She lets out a needy whimper at the contact and moves

"No..." She whispers, voice raw and desperate as tears start to well in her eyes. "Don't... please don't do this..." She tries to pull away, but you're too strong for her. You thrust deeper into her mouth with your next word, causing her to gag a little on your cock. She can feel it throbbing against the back of her throat and knows what's about to happen. With a strangled cry, she tries one last time to break free as you release your seed onto her face. The hot liquid sprays across her eyes, nose, cheeks and chin, leaving her soaked in your cum.

She collapses to the ground, her body trembling violently as she tries to catch her breath through tears and snot. "I'm sorry..." She sobs brokenly, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand as if that could

She looks up at you through tears and snot, hope flickering briefly in her eyes before being extinguished once more. "I understand." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing. Taking the money, she slowly climbs to her feet, still covered in your cum. For a moment, she wavers, as if uncertain what to do next. And then, without another word, she turns and walks away from you, disappearing into the darkness of the alleyway like a ghost.

You can't help but wonder how many times she'll have to go through this before she finally finds her way out. Or if she ever will.

Oh God... She's not going to be happy about this. I knew I shouldn't have come here tonight... should've just kept going as Laura the Cumslut Whore. Maybe then things wouldn't be so bad. But no, I had to go and fuck everything up again by being her stupid little brat of a daughter...

Her heart races as she hurries down the alleyway, avoiding any stray bits of trash or puddles that might ruin her shoes. She's never been good at this "running away" thing; it always seems to lead her right back where she started. But maybe... just maybe, this time will be different. For both of them.

She doesn't know how she'll explain all of this to Mom. Maybe she can convince her that she's trying to change... that there's still some good left in her.

"What?" she asks, not turning around as she continues to hurry through the darkness. The sound of her breathing is ragged and panicked, echoing in her ears like a death knell. "Who's there?" She knows it's pointless to try and run anymore; there's nowhere left for her to go. Might as well face the music.

"Come on," the voice calls again, closer this time. "I won't make it any easier for you if you keep playing hide-and-seek." She sighs resignedly and stops at the mouth of an alleyway, waiting for whoever it is to show themselves.