Rock Bottom.. (The Descent: Part 6, The Ascent: Part 1) (m+f nc oral
anal) by Foxbat

Disclaimer:  The characters in this story are completely fictional, and
bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story
contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be
read if such stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

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disclaimer and author's name remain intact and unaltered.


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## This is the last of the Descent series, the rest of which are
available from http://assm.asstr.org.  I also plan to have this one be
the first in the Ascent series, which details the rise of our
unfortunate heroine from her lowly position back into respectable life
under the guidence of a sympathetic john.##


Rock Bottom.. (The Descent: Part 6, The Ascent: Part 1) (m+f nc oral
anal) by Foxbat



The first thing which greeted the eyes of John Miller when he opened the
rickety door to the room was an nicely shaped white ass, perched on the
edge of the bed, as its owner looked back towards him.  Getting off her
hands and knees, the whore, already naked, walked slowly over to him
with the exaggerated walk of an experienced prostitute.  The girl was
still young, maybe in her late teens or early twenties, but the cheap
makeup on her face and the small lines of accelerated aging around her
eyes made her look older than her years.  Unlike most of the whores here
though, there was still something about this one which hinted of
freshness, but it was fading fast.  The girl reached out, grabbing
John's crotch, as she dropped to her knees.  Looking up at him, she
slowly undid his belt with her teeth, and then reached in to fish out
his cock from his boxer shorts.  John lay his sport-coat on the folding
metal chair which was the only other furniture in the room besides the
bed and little night table.  He shrugged off his Oxford, as the girl
lowered her warm wet mouth over his prick.

***

To Katie, he was just another customer she had to fuck.  He looked like
a yuppie businessman, probably single, or with a wife who was out of
town.  She tried to think of whether or not she'd serviced him before,
as she blew him.  Often she found the men's dicks more recognizable than
anything else.  She took the dick out of her mouth, and began stroking
him with both hands.  Nope - he must be new to the area, or else his
usual bitch was occupied.  Katie put the dick back in her mouth,
swirling her tongue over the underside of his cock as she fondled his
testicles with her other hand.

***

The whore was doing quite a good job of stimulating him, he thought, as
the girl's nose pressed into his pubic hairs for the second time as she
deep-throated him.  It felt quite pleasurable to feel her throat moving
around his dick, but it wasn't what he was paying for.  He drew her up
by her hair, and pushed her back towards the bed.  She lay down, legs up
and open, presenting her bare crotch for him to ravage.  He ran his dick
up and down her fold, feeling her react against it and moan in pleasure,
before he slowly snaked his way inside her depths, watching her cunt
open to him as his phallus slowly disappeared.

***

Katie clamped her cunt muscles down on the cock as she felt it entering
her, causing the man to groan in ecstasy as he penetrated her.  He
leaned forward over her, holding her legs back against her chest as he
pistoned his cock in and out of her now wet pussy in slow strokes.  She
reached back behind him, digging her fingernails into his buttocks, as
she had come to learn that guys always like.  He continued to leisurely
thrust into her, enjoying his time.

***

The cunt had a pretty face, he decided, as she reached between them to
fondle his balls again.  He leaned down, and kissed her deeply, sucking
on her lower lip as he smacked his hips into her pretty ass, driving his
cock deeper and deeper into her.  Feeling the tingle his balls which
usually meant he was about to come, John pulled out, and looked down at
the glistening folds he'd been porking seconds earlier.  Her cunt slowly
closed itself in his absence.  Reaching down, he rolled the girls
nipples, admiring her tits.  Moving her by the ass, he rolled her onto
her back, and spread her legs.

***

Katie rolled over for him, propping herself up on her elbows, feeling
her ass being pulled open by the man's thumbs, as he aimed his cock
against her cornhole.  As he pressed himself into her, she relaxed her
ass, and let her breath out as if the progress of his cock up her butt
were physically pushing the air out of her.  His firm grasp of her
buttocks relinquished only as he bottomed out.  Katie was glad that
she's pushed a glob of Vaseline up her ass a few minutes before he
walked in - one of the tricks she learned from working the streets.

***

His progress wasn't too painful, and he established of rhythm of
thrusting, smacking his pelvis up against her, grinding his dick into
her still-tight ass, letting his hands roam over her youthful body,
testing the firmness of her ripe breasts, and kneading her ass-cheeks as
he reamed her out.  She moaned in time with his thrusting, and fucked
her hips back against his anal invasion, reaching back over her shoulder
to grab his hair.  He held his dick in her, and moved his hips in a
circular motion, grinding his dick against her ass, as he tweaked her
nipples.

***

Her breasts swayed and bobbed under the impact of his body against hers.
 She squeezed her ass, and yanked on his hair, moaning loudly, preparing
herself for the hot flood of seminal fluid up in her bowels which was
about to take place, as the man bucked against her, roughly mauling her
tits, squeezing her labia and clit, and then pushing a finger laden with
pussy secretions into her mouth for her to taste.

***

His urgency increased as he felt himself cumming into her tight hot ass.
 He slammed the girl into the bed, grinding and bucking against her, her
moans and cries of "Fuck me!"  music to his ears.  He felt his balls
swell, as he pumped load after load of hot sperm into her anal passage. 
Having no where to go, his ejaculate was forced out with each stroke,
running down her shorn pussy to dampen the bed, as he continued to grind
his dick into her, letting the waves of pleasure sweep over him. 
Breathing heavily, he rolled off her onto his back, letting the remnants
of the orgasm run through his body, as the girl began to use her pink
little tongue to lick his dick clean of the combination of cum and lube
flecked with bits of shit from her ass which crusted his cock.

***

Another customer done, she thought, as she meticulously cleaned his
tool.  Although she had long since gotten used to it, the taste of her
own ass on a man's dick still struck her as a bit repulsive, but she
continued anyway, dropping her head to lick his balls before returning
to his shaft.

***

His orgasm fully behind him, John looked again at the girl servicing his
now limp dick.  With the right clothes, she would be gorgeous, he
thought, wondering vaguely how she had come to cleaning the shit from
his cock in a brothel like this.  His eyes swept over her hair and down
her back.  He could very faintly see a criss-cross of thousands of tiny
lines in a pattern across her ass, from where she'd been beaten.  Her
arms also showed the result of drug abuse.  It was a real pity, he
thought, that a girl like this was here.

***

Her ministrations done, the man dressed, and pulled out his wallet,
leaving her pay on the night table.  He was half-way out the door,
before he returned and picked her up off the bed.  He looked into her
face briefly, and kissed her.  As she felt herself kissing back, she
realized that this wasn't the sloppy rough way that most men kissed her,
as if kissing before sex was like putting a coin into a washer before
getting your clothes washed.  There was something different about this
kiss - something tender which caught her off guard, something which
almost managed to get under the hard-whore attitude she hid behind most
of the time.

***

Clearly embarrassed by his actions, John lay the girl back on the sodden
mattress and walked out the door hastily to where his BMW was parked on
the street.

***

Katie lay on the bed for a minute, her mind clamped shut against the
tender kiss.  She now felt only the dull ache which told her it was time
for another hit. With the after taste of shit in her mouth, and the
familiar feel of cold sperm running through her ass crack, trickling
down her leg, she reached into the drawer of the night table, and cooked
up a hit of heroine, her last of the evening.  As the familiar rush, now
slightly less powerful from overuse, came over her, she prayed to the
God she no longer believed in to let her overdose and die.


More to come....




As always, I love to get feedback, thoughts and criticisms, or even an acknow-
ledgement that someone has read this (foxbat00@gmail.com).


As I mentioned in the beginning, this is the much anticipated end of the Descent
Series, and the beginning of the Ascent series.  Previous parts can be found at 
http://assm.asstr.org

Hope you enjoy.
Foxbat


