Chapter 2 - Schoolgirl Yanni - The Price of Faking A "Slutty" Reputation

An 18-year-old American mixed race girl has spent the last 4 years creating a false reputation of herself which will eventually become her reality.

Chapter 2 - Alleyway Whore

I was halfway home minding my own business, when a middle-aged white man with a doughy physique and a 4 o'clock shadow jogged across the street. He let out a loud, sharp, whistle to grab my attention. My mother's voice and her warnings about strangers were echoing in my head, but he seemed harmless and looked like he was a local. I did stop, letting him catch up to where I was. He was breathing heavily, panting as he said, "Sorry," with a friendly smile plastered across his face.

He added, "I just had to say you're a very beautiful girl. I'm Bill, by the way." He sucked in another breath before continuing. "I've never seen you around here before. You new to this area?"

I kept my guard up, offering a polite but minimal smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Yanni. Not new, I live over that way for a while now," gesturing vaguely towards where I had started. "But I wanted to take the scenic route home today."

Bill's friendly demeanor changed instantly. His smile became non-existent. "Scenic route, huh? If you lived over there, why are you here walking this street?" His voice losing its kind quality as it turned greasy. "Is that the new slang you little whores are calling this street now? The scenic route?" He took a step closer towards me, removing any personal space I had left as he whispered in my ear, "This is definitely the scenic route for men driving by to look for dirty whores like you."

I took a step back in shock as he continued, "When I saw the wind blow your little schoolgirl skirt up in the air as you walked down this sidewalk and that big bare ass of yours was on full display for everyone to see, I knew I had to try you out. So, how much you charging?"

I tried to stay calm, even though mentally I was freaking out as this perverted man thought I was a prostitute. Stunned, I couldn't really speak anymore as I stuttered and awkwardly tried to end the conversation, "I... I don't know what you're talking about. I have to go."

He grabbed my arm to keep me from leaving as he said, "Don't play dumb with me. I'm not a cop. I'm just one of these regulars around here helping girls out. I do something for you and you do something for me. That's it," as his eyes scanned my body. "I have a thick 7-inch cock for you to enjoy. I promise, you'll love it."

He paused, then added, "So.. how much for a little fun with you and your holes? Most girls around here do two hundred for the whole package. You know giving me head and sticking my dick in your pussy for 30-minutes. I'm guessing a prime piece of ass like you cost a little more."

I started tearing up and begging for the man to let go of me, "Please, please, I'm not... I'm not a prostitute. I'm just trying to get home." The fear was a cold knot in my stomach and my mind was racing, trying to find a way out of this situation.

Bill's laughed as he followed with, "Yeah, right. That's what they all say until they see the cash." He tightened his grip on my arm, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws as he continued, "Well, because you said you aren't a prostitute, then I guess I don't need to pay to fuck the shit out of you."

Before I could even process his words, he started dragging me down the sidewalk. I screamed for help and struggled, trying to get my arm out of his grasp, but he was surprisingly strong. He pulled me into a narrow, dark alleyway between two brick buildings. The smell of beer, piss, and garbage filled my nostrils, making me want to gag. The alley had a dead end, a third brick wall blocking any escape.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled as his friendly demeanor was completely gone. He had a look of lust on his face that was terrifying. He shoved me hard where my back was against the hard wall, the impact knocking the wind out of me. My head smacked against the brick, and for a second, my vision was hazy. Before I could recover, he untied and removed my shirt, then he aggressively ripped off my flimsy black laced bra where both laid on the filthy ground. My large DD tits jiggled as they spilled out. Bill stared at them, his eyes wide with a predatory hunger. "Look at these fucking big udders."

He started grabbing at them both with his rough hands, squeezing my soft fatty flesh and pinching my dark nipples. He leaned in and placed my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting down hard enough to make me scream in pain. Bill continued playing with my tits, slapping them, from side to side, making them jiggle wildly as sounds of skin echoed in the alley.

He then tore my plaid mini skirt off of me and placed it on top of the pile where my other clothes laid. He noticed the black g-string panties I was wearing as he said, "Let's see what we got here." With a grunt of effort, he ripped them off with a single violent tug. The fabric tore and a yelp escaped my throat. My smooth pussy was now exposed and I was completely naked as the back of my bare skin scraped against the grimy brick wall. Bill was still fully clothed, as he pervertedly stared at me with sick ideas running through his head.

He opened his fly, pulling his thick hard cock out through his zipper while saying, "Time to see if this tight little pussy of yours was even worth $200." He spun me around and shoved my face and chest against the wall. He forced my legs apart with his knee and positioned himself between them. I squeezed my eyes shut as my body trembled uncontrollably. I felt something hard pressing against my cunt. Then, with one brutal thrust, his entire shaft was inside me. He ripped through my hymen like a knife as a sharp searing pain tore through me as I screamed. My virginity was gone. Stolen. Torn away in a filthy alley by a stranger who thought I was garbage.

He placed a hand over my mouth, the smell of dirt and sweat filling my senses as he whispered in my ear, "I told you you'd love my dick, you fucking whore." He grunted as he began to move his pelvis, each thrust a fresh wave of humiliation and pain. He brought his other hand down hard on my ass. The slaps echoing like gunshots.

"This is what you get for walking around like a piece of meat. You wanted attention, now you're getting it." He wasn't just taking my body; he was destroying every piece of me. This is what happens when I play stupid games of pretending to be something that I wasn't.

He finished quickly in my now deflowered cunt with a loud groan. His body weight pushing towards me, filling me with his warm disgusting seed. He stayed there for a moment, panting, then pulled out and stepped back. I was leaning against the wall, with my head slumped, exhausted with what just happened.

"Best $200 I never spent," he sneered, looking down at the mess he'd made as his cum dripped out of my pussy. He tucked himself back into his pants and walked out of the alley, leaving me completely naked.

I slid down, my body aching, and my mind shattered. My back was against the wall as I sat on the ground with my knees pulled to my chest, trying to hide my naked body. I don't know how long I sat there before I heard footsteps. Not just one set, but multiple. Three men walked to the mouth of the alley where they noticed me. I saw the look on their faces and knew they weren't here to help.

"Well, well, well," one of them said. "Looks like Bill already broken in the new merchandise. He left her all sloppy for us."

Another one, a heavy set black guy, chuckled, stepping closer and nudging my leg with his sneaker. "She's a fucking mess. But I bet she's still got some life in her. How much for a round, you worthless cum dump?"

The third one, an elderly Latin man, couldn't stop staring at my exposed tits. "Hey, girl," he called out. "You taking more customers? We got cash."

The old Yanni would have screamed, would have fought, would have said something. But the girl who sat there on the dirty ground was not me. That girl was no more. I looked up at men with a empty stare and didn't say a word.

The first man didn't wait for my response. He started unzipping his pants in front of my face. He made me kneel and demanded I open my mouth. He palmed the back of my head and plunged his soft cock down my throat. I was skull fucked as his cock got hard in my mouth. He then lifted me up and bent me over, grabbing my hips with his thick fingers digging into my skin, while he shoved his tool inside my cunt. I was already raw and torn, and every movement was a fresh agony.

He grunted like an animal, his sweat dripping down my back as he pumped into me, calling me a "filthy alley whore." He slapped my ass repeatedly, making my ass cheeks shake, each blow a jarring reminder of my utter powerlessness. When he was done planting his seed inside my pussy, he thanked me before the black man took his place. His thrust were quicker, more powerful, more brutal, as he yanked my hair back towards him where I was now in a standing position with my back curved. I was moaning and screaming like crazy as this man used his free hand and started slapping my tits, making them jiggle wildly, while he laughed and spoke to his friends, "This bitch was made to fuck."

We turned together where we were now directly facing his friends. My eyes widened in fear as I saw a line forming behind them where I counted eight new men. The word had spread that I was in the alley. One by one, they all used me for free. My body had gone numb, a collection of aches, marks, and cum all over my face and body were the only things that I got out of this. The fake slutty persona I had created to survive high school wasn't a persona anymore. It was my actual reality. The rumors were true now. I was exactly what they always said I was. As the next man shoved his cock between my legs, I didn't fight him. I didn't cry. I just stared up at the blue sky above the alley and let it happen.