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Prostitute Stories: The Submissive Heroin Addict 2I just had the shittiest day at work I wanted to leave at lunch but I figured I’d stick it out. Big mistake I had to listen to my asshole boss bitch and complain over some trivial tasks that he ended up tossing on my plate. On top of that I had a pounding headache. It’s the end of the day I’m starving, and all I want is to go home eat some dinner, and relax in front of the tv with a few beers. I put my key in, open the door and the second I walk into the apartment my girlfriend leaps off the couch, screaming my name, as if she she hasn’t seen me in years. She jumps on me and hugs me hanging around my neck kissing me all over my face. “Baby I missed you so much! I’m so glad you’re home! Did you miss me?” Those sweet innocent kisses start to take a turn as she shoves her tongue deep in my mouth and start moaning, her hand reaching down and unbuckling my pants. “Hey stop, Christina calm down! Just let me get something to eat to first I just got home.”This is Christina (not her real name) a crazy heroine addict that I met while she was selling her body out on the street. Because of my flawless judgment she is now my girlfriend and here we are 2 months into our relationship where she’s kind of living with me now (not really but she might as well be). This has become a daily ritual the only thing I can compare it to is an owner coming home to his or her dog. Now I understand that sounds awful comparing my girlfriend to a dog but honestly this isn’t meant as an insult It’s really the most accurate depiction of how she behaves when I arrive home. Some of that description isn’t even symbolic many times she would literally lick the side of my face for example. Most times (and I’m not exaggerating here) she would rip my clothes off before I could put my bags down and fuck me on the floor right next to the front door. This would happen so often my neighbors actually started complaining because they could hear “noises” across the hall. That was a very embarrassing conversation with the property manager.This eventually led to us fighting about her little daily ritual. Don’t get me wrong I loved that she would get that excited to see me but I just needed a second to unwind before we got started. Normally this would send her into a corner pouting but today was different.“Okay I know baby I’m sorry you know I get out of control. Come here I did something special for you.” She grabbed me by the hand and walked me over to the couch where she laid out a tv tray with 2 bacon cheeseburgers and some fries from Burger King. Christina doesn’t have a domestic bone in her body, she can’t cook, she can’t clean. She’s incapable of doing much more than sitting around, watching tv, and getting high. She’s also incapable of thinking about anyone other than herself and her own troubles. So what may seem like a small or lazy gesture actually touched me so deeply it seriously almost brought me to tears. I gave her a big hug and thanked her. I sat down and happily ate those shitty cheeseburgers.“Oh baby I almost forgot! Don’t move!” She ran to the fridge and got 2 bottles of beer “I stopped and picked some up before you came home”. She sat at my feet talking about her day while I ate, occasionally looking up to see if I was almost done. The second I took that last bite, she got up on her knees and moved the tv tray out of the way handing me another beer. She crawled between my legs and unzipped my pants “Baby just sit back and relax I’ll take care of you” She sat there and put my dick in her mouth and sucked me until I was rock hard,lovingly stroking my cock, licking my shaft,sucking my balls. She took me deep into her mouth over and over until she gagged and started coughing. I looked down and stroked her hair. “Relax babe don’t even worry about me, I got it this time, just watch tv and drink up”. I sat there and finished off 2 beers while watching an episode of Prison Break, and getting a world class blowjob. My headache was gone, I couldn’t even remember what was upsetting me earlier, and I was completely relaxed. Christina sat quietly between my legs, sucking my dick for nearly a half hour. Then she started aggressively sucking my head hard and fast “Ok slow down baby you’re going to make me cum.” She ignored me and continued to suck me hard. “Babe slow down I’m going . . .” She put the whole thing in her mouth. I shot a huge load down her throat, she gagged and immediately spit it up right back onto my lap. She shot up with both hands over her mouth, running to the bathroom hovering over my toilet puking her guts out. This was why I was trying to get her to stop. I’m assuming you read part 1 in which case you should know Christina hates giving blowjobs and she hates the feeling of cum anywhere on her body. She’s been training to do this for me the last couple of weeks saying something like every girl should be able to do this for her man. It’s clear she wanted to do something special for me that night though I’m not sure why. When I look back on our relationship this is the fondest memory I have of her. It’s the only example I can remember of her really trying to do something selfless.To be honest this was an awful relationship dating a heroin addict is a fucking nightmare. If you’re the type to experiment with d**gs please do anything but this one. The worst part about heroin is that it only takes a week or so of steady use to get addicted and once you’re addicted you’re fucked because it means you HAVE to use the d**g every single day. When a heroin addict goes without heroin they get “dope sick” at it’s best this is like a really bad flu at it’s worse the user is in continual god awful pain and they feel like they’re going to die. People have committed suicide attempting to detox from heroin in order to get the pain to stop. They will do anything to keep from getting dope sick that’s how serious that shit is.Christina had started using heroin to get high It kept her from thinking about a trauma that she didn’t want to deal with. Here’s the problem after prolonged use your body builds up a tolerance to the d**g so now you have to use more of it to get an ever diminishing high. So she has to spend more and more money to get the same high. She had reached the point where she wasn’t even actually getting high anymore she was just getting enough dope so that she could function normally to go to work without getting dope sick. Oh by the way when I say work I don’t mean whoring her body out on the street it turns out she had a real job. Christina was a god damn CNA! That’s right Certified Nursing Assistant. At the same time she was working at a hospital she was also out on the street selling her body. Can you believe that shit!? Of course this was not sustainable they eventually found out and fired her ass. Anyway keeping her from getting sick ended up becoming a full time job for me. Even if I had work early in the morning if she needed more dope we had to take a long drive into the city. I hated going with her to do this. Hated it! Imagine leaving your nice comfy home at 2:00 am to drive all the way down to the hood bahis firmaları as your girlfriend goes into some dilapidated building for 15 to 20 minutes only to come out and say “The guy never showed up but don’t worry baby they told me this other guy 5 blocks over has some really good shit and he’s there right now”. Then repeat this 2 or 3 times before she gets what she needs. We had to do this several times a week. The other part of the routine was the embarrassing weekly trips to CVS or Walgreens or whatever pharmacy would take us. You remember I freaked out when I found out she was a needle user and we just finished having sex without condoms? As it turns out Christina is a complete germophobe I don’t know if the CNA gig influenced her but you’ve seen how she reacts when she comes in contact with semen. It seems that in this case I was more influenced by TV thinking that all addicts shared needles. As it turns out there’s no need It’s incredibly easy/cheap to just go into your local pharmacy and ask them for a package of needles. I believe these are mostly used for insulin shots. Judging by the stares we would get from the people behind the counter I’m guessing they knew we weren’t there to party it up with some insulin. Plus the fact that Christina had no shame about showing off her fresh track marks didn’t make me feel any better.So why didn’t I just leave her? Well I had started developing real genuine feelings for her. Out of the many many many prostitutes I’ve been with I’ve only ever developed feelings for 3 women and Christina was one of them. If I’m being truly honest though I was never “in love” with her I was however in love with the sex. Christina was an honest to god pervert she was a total nymphomaniac and the closer we got the crazier our sex life would become. In particular she loved submissive, rough sex and being with her I began to realize I loved this also. The kink grew with the relationship to the point where we were clearly crossing some kind of fucked up line. This girl’s signals were crossed love, lust, d**gs, fighting, cuddling, v******e these were all the same thing in her fucked up head and sometimes I would encourage this and sometimes I had to let her know she was crossing the line. A good example of this is the first night we discovered she liked being choked and like all great sex this started with a fight.I’ve got a meeting early in the morning after running around town to get her dope I finally get to sleep only to wake up to the fire alarm. It’s like 3 or 4 am or something I wake up and I’m pissed off. What the hell is she doing? All the lights in the apartment are on the TV is on at the same time she’s got music playing, and I can smell something burning. I find her in the bathroom which looks destroyed. She’s styling her hair as if she’s going out or something. “What the hell is going on?” she smiles at me as if any of this is normal. “Oh sorry babe did I wake you up?” (the fire alarm is still blaring) I manage to shut it off and come back to her. There something burning in the frying pan I turn it off. “What were you doing?” Again acting like this is no big deal. “Oh don’t worry babe I was making grill cheese I just forgot about it. Everything’s ok though. Come here and look what I did with my hair isn’t it cute?” I fucking lose it. “Are you out of your GODDAMN mind!? When are you going to grow up and start acting like a fucking adult!?” Her eyes well up with tears and she starts in at me “I’m acting like a c***d? Fine show me how to act big man! Come on hit me tough guy! If you’re gonna do it then do it now and get it over with! Come on fuck me up!” I can only imagine the kinds of guys she was with before me where every time we would have even the simplest argument she would insist that it was going to get physical. It made me realize this girl must have had a lifetime of getting the shit beaten out of her from men who were supposed to take care of her. She would reflexively do this because she fully expected it to escalate sometimes I would swear she wanted me to hit her. This always had the opposite effect of making me so sick to my stomach that I would just walk away. So that’s what I did. “Oh now you’re going to turn your back! You’re a fucking bitch! Get over here bitch!” I looked at her and quietly said “Keep your voice down the neighbors can hear us”. “Fuck the neighbors! You pussy! Be a fucking man! You want me to do something then make me do it!” She pushes me. “I said make me do it bitch!” She grabs me by the shirt and uses all her might to push me against the wall. She gets right in my face, tears pouring and almost whispers “Be a man, show me you’re a man.” This is fucked up but I can feel my dick get hard.I grabbed Christina by her tiny waist lifted her off the ground she started flailing her arms and legs. “What the fuck are you doing?” I marched her in the bedroom, threw her on the bed and grabbed her pajama bottoms ripped them off, spread her legs and shoved my dick deep inside of her. I towered over her trying to fuck that little snatch until she screamed but instead she was talking a mile a minute and squirming all over the place. “Yes baby, that’s all I wanted, I love you, put me in my place, show me I’m yours. See Christina was submissive but she was the most aggressive submissive ever. It was as if you had to prove yourself to her, pass her standards for being a man or something. She would fight you every step of the way but once you passed her little test she completely submitted to you.My hand gripped her shoulder pinning her down so she would stop squirming. She grabbed my wrist with both hands and our eyes locked the same thought clearly running through our heads. She pried my hand off her shoulder and moved it to her neck she took a deep breath and simply nodded her head at me as if to say Ok I’m ready. I gripped my hands tightly around her neck and fucked her so hard the mattress started moving off the bed. She had one hand on my arm and the other hand was furiously rubbing her clit as I fucked her. Her face was turning bright red we never lost eye contact. She clenched her teeth and started moving her hips wildly all the color rushing from her face when I released my grip out came a scream that I’d never heard from her. She wrapped both arms around me pulling me on top of her and she continued to have the loudest orgasm I’ve ever heard from her. Her body was shaking wildly her legs were trembling she was breathing hard trying to catch her breath. After she came she was in tears and couldn’t stop kissing me “I love you, I love you so much, don’t ever leave me please I don’t know what I would do without you.” She’s an addict and for an addict there’s never too much of a good thing. Soon it wasn’t enough to just choke her, she didn’t get the same rush unless I would wrap my belt around her neck, then from there she wanted me to strangle her until she passed out. Now that’s where I had to draw the line and let her know she was taking this too far. It wasn’t enough for her to find something new and exciting. She always pushed things to the point where it becomes kaçak iddaa a problem or dangerous. Once choking started to bore her she started developing a taste for sex in public. I never knew when and where she would randomly undress or try to fuck me. There was one night where she got completely undressed in the back of a parking lot throwing her clothes on the ground and dancing outside the car. I bent her over the hood of the car and fucked the shit out of her. Once we stopped at a 7-11 and some girl came up to me asking for a cigarette I pointed her to Christina in the car. I was in the store for probably 5 minutes I come back and my girl’s leg is hanging out the car window, the girl is standing outside looking at her. I come around just in time to hear her say “I don’t know your boyfriend might get mad”. I walk up and ask mad about what? I look into the car window my girls legs are spread and she has this stupid grin on her face. Her shorts are unzipped and her hand is down her pants “Hey baby I was just saying how cute she was. Isn’t she cute? I was asking her if she liked girls and she said yes and you know me I got excited and asked if she wanted to meet up later. You don’t mind right?” I could see Christina was making this poor girl nervous. “Hey are you busy now? Do you want to hang with us? Baby could we bring her home with us please?” I looked over at the girl and she was backing away from the window. “I don’t think I can guys but thanks for the cigarette”. Every time I wanted to break up with her she would go do something so brash and crazy like that how could I leave this girl?While the sex was exciting the relationship just sucked. She was out of control I never knew what she would say or do in public. She was embarrassing to be around. I sure as hell didn’t introduce her to my family or friends and her personality in general was changing for the worst. The d**g use was becoming noticeable and she even started to look more like an addict. The track marks were super noticeable, she was losing a lot of weight, her eyes were more sunken in. She was deteriorating, becoming clumsy. I’ve watched her fall down stairs, one night I remember her going out to smoke a cigarette and she came back in with blood pouring from her nose she just randomly passed out and hit her face against the door. I remember once picking her up from her place, we were supposed to go to the movies that night. She gets in the car all excited to see me and I look down at her arm “What the fuck is that!? What happened to your arm?” She responds in her usual nonchalant everything is ok attitude. “What about my arm? Oh that’s just an abscess don’t worry about it. Come on babe lets go we’re going to be late.” I didn’t know what an abscess was at the time and for the love of god do not image search this term it’s pure nightmare fuel. Basically it’s an infection under the skin that causes swelling. Heroin addicts get this a lot from the constant needle use. Anyway I’m looking at this huge red lump on her arm and it’s clear “We need to go to the hospital to take care of this now” for god sake this girl was a CNA why would she sit there with her arm like that. She’s all like “Really do you think it’s that bad?” She’s got a goddamn golf ball swelling on her arm. We go to the nearest hospital which of course turns out to be the same damn hospital she used to work at. She greets everyone happily introducing me as if this was some high school reunion. I can see the look on their faces they can see how much worse she looks. “Sorry guys my boyfriend was making a big deal about me coming here and he wants me to get this looked at” She lifts her arm and you can see the look of horror shoot across everyone’s face “Why didn’t you come here sooner!? What’s wrong with you!” I won’t go into any detail about what they had to do to correct this but it was fucking disgusting. One of the things that surprised me at the hospital was how candid she was about her heroin use and how everyone there acted as if this was just normal. Nobody was telling her to stop, no one made any judgmental comments, but you could see by the way they talked to her they were genuinely concerned.Soon after this I hit a point where I mentally checked out of the relationship. About 5 months in I knew I should have broken up with her. Besides the physical changes she was impossible to be around. All she wanted to do was fight, always verbally abusive towards me hoping that I would retaliate. She was completely selfish if the spotlight wasn’t on her she found a way to make it about her. There was a period where there was a serious illness in my family and I had to focus on that. She got jealous and managed to steal my attention away by lying about being pregnant and then lying about having an abortion soon after. All this just because she felt I wasn’t giving her enough attention during that time. She was a complete mental case. The only reason I didn’t leave her immediately was because I became scared she might do something to harm herself. She would often say things like “You’re the only good thing I have in my life, I don’t know what I would do to myself If I lost you”. Like I said mentally I was done with the relationship and was already acting like I was single again. I had been in contact with an old friend who was also seeing someone at the time and we would confide in each other talking about how bad our relationships were. I couldn’t take it anymore and we made plans for her to take a bus down and stay the weekend. Of course as soon as she got there we spent the entire weekend tearing each others bodies apart, on the same floor, the exact same way Christina and I did that first weekend we met. Like all men that cheat I was too dumb to cover my tracks (or maybe I just wanted to get caught who knows) and Christina found the bus ticket receipt. I had told her I was going to be out of town that weekend.She lost it! It was the type of fight you only see in movies or soap operas. Screaming at the top of her lungs, throwing things, breaking things, non stop cursing. She lunged at me several times and I had to restrain her. Then she locked herself in the bathroom I’m used to this routine. Whenever we would fight she would lock herself in and I would scream at her to come out. It was a way for her to get me to react. I was past the point of caring though so as far as I was concerned she could stay in there all night. Believe it or not I was happy about this because I knew we couldn’t recover from this I knew that at least after tonight this relationship was going to be over and I would be free. She must have been in there for half hour and she finally came out. I was sitting on the couch I got up and turned towards her “Look I know you’re mad but we have to talk about . . .” I stopped dead in my tracks in shock. I stood there stunned in silence for what seemed like forever I was too scared to say anything for fear of what she was about to do next. Christina was standing there in front of me her eyes full of tears, mascara running down her face and blood streaming down both her arms, dripping off the kaçak bahis knife dangling in her hand. She didn’t say a word.I wanted to rush towards her scoop her up and rush her to the hospital but I wasn’t sure. If she was in the state of mind to do that to herself I didn’t know if she would try to attack me with it as well. “Christina sweetie what did you do to yourself? Come here baby it’s ok give me the knife”. She slowly lifted her hand and handed over the knife. I put my arms around her and walked to the bathroom. I got a closer look at her arms and thank god they were shallow cuts. I sat her in the tub and did my best to wash clean her up. “Babe why would you do that to yourself you scared the shit out of me”. She kept crying. I did my best to clean her wounds with some peroxide, bandages, and gauze. I wanted to take her to the hospital but she didn’t want to go. Once I finished cleaning her up she said she felt much better. She told me she could forgive me but she needed time. She wrapped her arms around me and would not let me leave her side for the entire night. I sat there and held her until she finally fell asleep that night. I watched her sleeping thinking how could I do something so mean to her I felt awful. I sat there beating myself up then a thought crossed my mind. That fucking bitch! This was all theater it was bullshit. Christina wins again a fucking master at manipulating she actually had me sitting here feeling sorry for her and second guessing myself. She was never in any danger see here’s the thing besides the heroin use Christina was also a “cutter”. This is a behavior mostly practiced by young girls where they intentionally scar themselves. The scars are superficial though it’s never an attempt at suicide. I’d never seen her do it but she’s talked briefly about it when we first met and I would sometimes see scars on her arm but she’s so clumsy I just never put it together until now. She knows I want to break up with her she intentionally did this to gain control over the situation and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker. As soon as she got up the next morning I confronted her on it and told her she had to go home. That sweet innocent act that she was doing dropped once she realized she wasn’t going to get her way and she left that day. You would think after all that I would have cut her off and never seen her again but sometimes breaking up is hard. She knew that she had one thing that would keep me coming back her perverse sexual appetite. If our sex life was fucked up before now that we were broken up it was truly truly fucked up because we both hit a point where we hated each other’s guts. I honest to god could not stand being around her and I would become enraged when I would think about how she manipulated me. She claims I did the same by kicking her out yet we still would somehow meet up and couldn’t keep our hands off each other. She had left a bunch of her shit over at my place and I went to drop it off. She opens the door wearing a fucking gstring and a t shirt. It’s the middle of winter. She claims she was just getting dressed. “Besides it doesn’t matter what I’m wearing you’re not getting any. I tell her I didn’t want her “Bullshit!” She walks up to me and grabs my crotch which of course gives me away. She rubs it with the palm of her hand, leans into my ear I can smell her perfume she whispers. “I’m not yours anymore so if you want it you’re going to have to take it” She pushes off of me and starts walking away slowly taking her clothes off. I go grab her hand and try to pull her towards me she pushes me back again “I said take it if you want it”. She keeps pushing me “I said take it!” I grab her by the waist she starts smacking me “Take it fucker! I’m not giving you shit! Make me do it!” I fucked her savagely she was not behaving like the submissive girl that I knew over the last year she was equally as savage. An eye for an eye. I choked her she choked me. She got on top of me riding the hell out of my dick smacking me hard across the face, I bend her over pounding her from behind grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it so hard she screams. She hugs me and holds me down kissing me, leaving bite marks on my neck, biting my lip so hard she draws blood. We tore her room apart fucking and only taking breaks to fight and scream and fuck and fight. It was madness. I pinned her on her back pounded her until I had to cum and unloaded on her face. She flipped out and ran to the bathroom. “You fucking asshole! I hate you! Get your shit and leave!” It was fucked up but I didn’t care. I took some time to catch my breath before I got dressed. Christina comes storming out “I’m serious you need to go I’ve got a someone coming over” WTF? It’s only been like a few weeks and she’s already seeing someone? That “someone” was a guy and that guy ended up being her new boyfriend. They didn’t just meet. Of course she was cheating on me almost the entire time we were together. We kept this up for several weeks mostly fucking in my car or her boyfriend’s jeep, or outside on the street. Side streets, parking lots, park benches, back alleys, I can’t count the amount of times we’ve been caught in public but she clearly didn’t care. We eventually stopped when she started insisting I go back to paying her. Are you k**ding me? The last time I was with her was when she brought a girlfriend over saying she wanted us to have a threesome, she was a really cute blonde, but that they needed to get high first I gave her money and took them to the spot and they ran off with it (Another Failed Threesome). She may have been a lot of things but she was not a thief at least not until then. That was the first time she stole from me and the last time I was with her. After that I couldn’t even look her in the face without losing it. I still ran into her occasionally on the street when I was out looking for girls. She never stopped whoring. I made it a point to stop and make her feel like shit whenever I saw her. I’ve moved away years ago so there’s no chance I’ll ever see her again but I still have her knife I keep it in a drawer in my dresser. I pull it out every once in awhile when I find myself fantasizing about our sexual adventures or remembering our relationship through rose tinted glasses. It’s there to snap me back to reality remind me how bad things can actually get. I had to pull it out several times while writing this story. So that’s it. I wasn’t sure how much of this I was going to tell I planned on censoring some of it and I came to the conclusion that it wasn’t worth telling unless I told all of it. This story was the result of a blog post where I asked those in my friend’s list to pick out of a group of stories what they wanted to hear next. They chose this one. What they didn’t know was this was the #1 story I wanted to tell it was the reason I started this account and they happened to pick it at random. As if that wasn’t a big enough coincidence I always planned on telling my next story as the follow up to this one. It just happened to be the second most requested story they picked, I guess it was fate. So keep your eyes peeled for the next one about the kinky 23 year old with huge tits. She only walked the streets one time and I was insanely lucky enough to be her one and only date. It’s a great counterpoint to this story.-H123
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