A proud whore

I was born of a whore, raised as a whore, and I’m still a whore, and proud of it.

My mom was a cheap whore, she started selling her body to men when she was 14, and she was 37 years old when she got knocked up with me, she had no idea who my father was but Derek, my mom’s best customer, decided he was going to be my father, and so I was raised by him.

When I was 11 years old, Derek sold my virginity to one of his drug addict alcoholic friends for a 6-pack of beer, that’s what my virginity was worth to him, 6 beers, and he just stood by and watched as his friend violently raped me on the living room floor, he held me down and fucked me so hard and roughly I had bruises all over me the following day.

Derek treated me like money, offering my body as payment to all his friends and drug deals in exchange for drugs and alcohol, by the time I was 12 I had been raped by over 50 different men, filthy, dirty old men.

I’d be forced to sit naked in the corner of the room, and often tormented by all the men in the house, they threw empty beer cans and bottles at me and laughed about it, sometimes they’d walk over and piss all over me, using me like a urinal, and force me to suck on their piss soaked cocks, then towards the end of the night they’d drag me upstairs and gang rape me for their our perverted pleasures.

Sure, I went to school every day, Derek didn’t want any social service people knocking on the door, so outside of the house I was like any other 12 year old girl, I went to school, I played, I smiled, I made out my life was all sunshine and rainbows, but inside, when I got home, that’s when things were bad.

Derek liked me in my school uniform, and as soon as I got home and walked through the door, I was his toy to play with.

“Get over here and suck my cock, whore.” He’d demand, loosening his dirty trousers and pulling down his boxer shorts that hadn’t been changed in months.

He’d pull out his manky stinking cock and force me to pleasure him with my mouth.

Often while doing this, one of his drugged up friends would walk up behind me, lift up the back of my skirt, pull down my panties and fuck me from behind.

Derek would have men come round to the house in groups, mostly dealers, and he’d order me to go upstairs with them and be a good little whore, letting them fuck me in every hole, in every way, repeatedly.

When I was 14 I let go completely, I gave up, I surrendered to this way of life, and decided if this was going to be my life, then I may as well enjoy it.

So I started taking drugs, and drinking with Derek and his friends, and willingly letting them fuck me, I had gang bangs every night, sucked so many cocks I got blisters on my lips and often spend time throwing up in the bathroom because my stomach was so full of semen it couldn’t handle it all.

I got pregnant at 15 and continued to be a house whore all through my pregnancy, then only a week after giving birth to my daughter, I continued being a whore.

By the time I was 19 I had 4 kids, by the time I was 27 I had 6 kids, and my eldest, my first born daughter, was gang raped by Derek and his friends on her 11th birthday, and I sat and watched it happen, I let it happen.

My eldest and I became the two house whores and spend many years pleasuring Derek and his friends, and my daughter was also bred, she had her first child at age 13.

I’m now 42 years old and still a whore.

I like my life now, it is who I am, it is all I know how to be, a proud whore.

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