Chapter 7 - Schoolgirl Yanni - The Price of Faking A "Slutty" Reputation

An 18-year-old American mixed race girl named Yanni has spent the last 4 years creating a fake slutty reputation which will eventually become her reality.

Chapter 7 - The Sideline Slut

The next few days I was forced into a new routine. Every morning, Mr. Henderson’s minivan would be idling on the curb, in front of my home, waiting for me to emerge from my front door. I’d slide into the backseat without a word and we’d drive to the same graffitied wasteland of abandoned warehouses where he’d recorded my masturbation video. There, he’d continue filming me with his camcorder, his voice directing me to do the nastiest shit before dropping me off at school with the taste of cum still on my tongue.

True to his word, he deleted the video that he posted. He'd continue using it as blackmail, threatening to post it again if I didn't join in on his grand plan for a state championship. But as the week progressed, it became clear that his leverage was gone. It was too late. The internet already had it. My video was everywhere. It was downloaded, re-posted, and splattered across every filthy corner of the web. "Yanni the cock-loving slut" wasn't just a video, it was a viral phenomenon spreading like a disease.

The fear I felt when I first saw my video on a porn site was now completely gone. I just didn't give a fuck anymore. That was how I coped with this situation. It had spiraled so far beyond my control that the only thing left to do was embrace it. Clara and the brutal gangbang I experienced in the alley last weekend helped me figure out who I was and what I was made for.

Scrolling through the comments proved I was meant to be a whore. Each degrading remark, each objectifying post, each belittling statement was a confirmation of my purpose. It didn't make me feel bad, it made me feel right. A sick twisted part of me even wanted my mom to see it. I wanted to shatter her image of her perfect and innocent little daughter. I wanted her to see the real me, the fucktoy I was born to be.

On Tuesday, it was Mr. Henderson's hands and mouth that were co-starring with me on my next film in his minivan. He set up a tripod that he attached his camcorder to as he zoomed in on me and my naked body. "Let's see if I can make your little cunt squirt," he'd breath hard while his thick fingers plunged in and out of my pussy, curling inside of me while his other hand groped my tits. I was sitting upright with my legs open while he treated me and my body like I was a sex doll. His hands and mouth were everywhere, continuing to finger fuck me, putting his hands around my throat, sucking on my tits, making out with me, and pinching my nipples while he degraded me, "That's it, you nasty fucking slut, soak my hand," as he slurped on my tits in-between his sentences. My hands were at my side, clawing at the seat that I was sitting on, while my eyes were closed, facing the ceiling as I moaned in euphoric pleasure. "Look at you, getting off on my fingers like a bitch in heat," I came violently, as my body seizured, while a gush of liquid poured all over his hand, making a puddle on the floor mats beneath me.

It was my turn to please Mr. Henderson on Wednesday. "On your knees, slut. Daddy had a rough morning," he commanded while his thick cock was already out, pointing at my face. I worshiped it, taking him deep into my throat until I gagged while tears streamed down my cheeks. "Eyes on me when you suck my dick," he snarled, fisting my hair and forcing my head back on his cock as my nose was buried in his pubic hairs. "Yeah, choke on it. Your mouth feels so fucking good. This is the only thing that it's good for." Without warning, he slammed his cock down my throat one last time before he exploded. His warm, salty, cum coating the inside of my mouth. I held his load on my tongue, showing it to him, before swallowing it like a good girl.

By Thursday, he couldn't resist the temptation anymore. "I'm gonna fuck you today," he panted, ripping open a condom wrapper. "But I'm wrapping it up. God knows what diseases are crawling in your filthy holes." He bent me over the back seat and slammed into my cunt over and over again with such force that my ass violently shook. "This is all you're good for! A tight warm hole to dump my fucking load in!" He pulled out, tore the condom off, and shot thick ropes of cum all over my face and titties, grunting in satisfaction as it dripped down my skin.

Friday morning came and Mr. Henderson had a look of excitement as I climbed into the van. Today was the first game of the season and a big one at that. We were facing our cross town rivals, The Northwood High Sabres, who were the state champs last year. As I looked through rear window, I saw a sleek Mercedes convertible speeding down the street. Mrs. Henderson was behind the wheel, her face filled with confusion, as we drove off. Mr. Henderson, oblivious to what was going on behind us said, "We've got extra time today, Yanni. I'm gonna enjoy every fucking inch of you." His phone buzzed and he put it on speaker as he sighed, "What's up, honey?"

"Don't you 'what's up, honey' me, David!" her voice shrieked with rage. "Why did I see that Yanni tramp getting into our van? Do you know what people say about her? Where are you taking her? I saw her skirt and it was so short I could see her ass! Are you fucking her, David? Are you cheating on me with that whore?"

"Jesus Christ, listen to yourself!" he shouted back. "You're hysterical! I'm not fucking her, I'm giving her a ride to school! Now I have to go! I'll be late for work." He hung up on her, cutting off her enraged screams. "Fucking bitch," he muttered as he vented. "I work my ass off, pay for everything, and she hasn't fucked me in years. Now she wants to play detective."

We parked at the same usual spot and did it all. He fingered me until I was a squirting mess. I deep-throated him until my face was masked with spit. He put on a condom and fucked my pussy, then my ass before finishing in my mouth. Afterward, as I cleaned myself up and put my clothes back on, he tossed me a plastic bag. "Wear what's in there tonight. No bra, no panties. Don't be late."

When I hoped out, I stopped and pulled out the contents in the bag that he gave me. Inside was a scrap of black fabric masquerading as a tube top so small that my underboob would be on full display. There was also a mini pleated black skirt so tiny it looked like it would cover only half my ass cheeks. It was an outfit designed for one thing: to be a whore for the team.

That night, my arrival at the game was a spectacle. Every head turned and conversations died as I passed by. Girls from school grabbed their boyfriends' arms, trying to physically pull their attention away from me. Wives positioned themselves strategically, blocking their husband's line of sight. I walked with an exaggerated sway of my hips as my ass and tits jiggled with every step. The ridiculous tiny top I wore offered no support where my tits kept threatening to spill out, forcing me to constantly adjust it. A little tug here, a little pull there, which only drew more attention. I heard the whispers from groups of moms standing together, "Slut. Whore." I caught their disgusted looks as their lips moved sharing the latest rumors they'd heard about me.

Before the game started, I was starving. I decided to walk to the opponent side of the stadium, away from all the chaos that I had made, to buy a snack. To my surprise, It was like walking into a den of wolves. Different men, from fathers, grandfathers, and uncles, there to cheer on their sons, grandsons, or nephews, turned their heads as one. Their stares were long, hungry, and shameless. I saw phones come up and flashes going off as they took pictures of me like pathetic perverts that they were. Their words were a low, dirty, hum beneath the roar of the crowd.

"Jesus Christ, look at the tits on that one," a middle-aged heavy set man with a beer gut said to his friend. "I'd love to get my dick between those."

A tall, muscular, black man who stood in line behind me at the concession stands commented to his friends around him. "God damn! Now, that's an ass made for fucking."

As I grabbed my condiments for my hot dog, an elderly balding man stood next to me, invading my personal space, as he whispered, "I would love to see you swallow that hotdog whole."

I ignored them all. Their filth was just background noise. My expression was blank as I walked back towards the home side. I found Mr. Henderson near the tunnel that they run out of and gave him a hug. He immediately grabbed both my ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh, and lifted me off the ground. The team and his assistant coaches stared at us with a look of confusion. He put me down and announced, loud enough for everyone to hear, "Gentlemen, this is Yanni. She's our new honorary assistant manager for the season. She'll be working right beside me."

When the team was announced to take the field, they all ran out of the tunnel. Derek grabbed hold of his dad and said, "What the fuck pops? Honorary manager? This is the bitch I've been telling you about that everyone hates." Mr. Henderson didn't say a word as he smiled at his boy, gave him a pat on the helmet, and ran off towards the field. He then walked over to me heated as he was red in the face, "I don't know what is going on here with you and my dad, but if I find out that you are messing with him, I'm going to make your life even more miserable than it already is bitch." He snapped his chinstrap in place and ran out the tunnel as I gave him an evil smile.

As the game went on, across the field, the opposing head coach, a fat, balding man in his early 60s, couldn't keep his eyes off of me. His glances went from quick peeks to long perverted stares. I did my job as I gave him a show. I'd turn my back and bend over slowly, pretending to fix my shoe, giving him an unobstructed view of my bare ass, pussy lips, and asshole. I'd stretch my arms high, arching my back, making my DD tits strain and spill over the top of my shirt. I saw his hand drift to his crotch as he rubbed himself on the outside of his pants. He was completely useless. His plays were predictable and his calls delayed. He was coaching with his dick and we were winning.

Mr. Henderson was a creep all game as well. He'd stand next to me, his arm continuously draped around my waist while his fingers crept lower and lower until they were tracing the skin of my ass. At one point, he got brave, where he had a hand under my skirt as he massaged my cunt with a few of his fingers. He then leaned in close to my ear as he said, "You see him? The fat fuck? He can't take his eyes off you. Keep it up, slut. You're winning this game for us." I turned my body to look at the crowd in back of me and noticed Mr. Henderson's wife was in the stands, watching angrily, but it didn't seem like he cared.

Halftime was when the real drama started. Mr. Henderson and I were the last to head for the locker room, his hand possessively on my ass. His wife met us at the door, her face in rage. "David, what the hell is this?" she screamed, pointing a trembling finger at me. "Why is this little tramp here? She's been standing next to you on the field dressed like a prostitute! Everyone is staring! It's disgusting! What is going on?!"

Mr. Henderson stepped between us, looking annoyed, as he lied directly to her face. "Nothing is going on, honey. She wanted to learn football, so I made her an honorary assistant manager. That's it." He pushed past her, dragging me inside, and leaving her in the cold.

I sat in the coach's office as the team prepped for the second half. As the last player left to head back to the field, Mr. Henderson slammed and locked the locker room door. His face looked angry and anxious. "Fuck my wife! She's gonna ruin everything!" He grabbed my top and ripped it down while my tits spilled out. "Get on your knees, slut. I need to relieve some fucking stress."

I dropped to my knees instantly, taking his already hard cock into my mouth. He grabbed my head and started face fucking me with such urgency, using my throat to vent out all his frustration. But it wasn't enough. He yanked me up, bent me over his desk, and flipped my tiny skirt up exposing my large cherry shaped ass. In his rage, he forgot to put on a condom like he usually did before he fucked me. He grabbed my hips and shoved his raw cock into my cunt, a sudden electric jolt, making me gasp. "You see what you do to me? You fucking slut!" he snarled, pounding into me with brutal force. "This is all your fault!" His anger fueled his thrusts, each one more violent than the next. I was his stress ball, his personal whore, his property. With a loud grunt, he buried himself deep inside me and emptied his balls, his warm cum flooding my pussy. "Take it! Take my fucking cum!" he yelled before he collapsed on my back. When he pulled out, he said, "Wipe yourself up and get back out there." He left me there in his office, his cum dripping down my thighs, a sticky reminder of my role in this team.

I cleaned up as best as I could and got back to the sideline just as the second half started. The opposing coach continued to stare at me as I teased him with my body. Sucking my fingers like they were cocks everytime we got a first down, twerking my ass when we kicked field goals, and exposing my tits as I jumped wildly when we scored a touchdown. When the final whistle blew, the team mobbed Mr. Henderson, lifting him onto their shoulders as we won the game easily. During the celebration, he forgot about me. I was just an object for him to use then discard.

I walked alone across the massive school parking lot heading home while the stadium's cheers fade behind me. My high heels made a loud echoing sound everytime it hit the asphalt as I glanced at reflections of myself on the windows of parked cars. I looked like a whore that belonged on Blossom Street who should be waiting for a John to pick me up and fuck me. A black sedan then pulled up beside me, silent as a shadow. The back door opened and a huge man, wearing all black with a mask covering his face, got out. Before I could scream, he grabbed my arm and placed a rag, smelling of chemicals, over my mouth and nose. My vision blurred, my limbs went numb, and I struggled to keep my balance. The world turned silent and black quickly as I was pulled into the car.