Monday (cont):

Kevin 6:03am: ‘Okay guys, I’ve got the first part of my story of how I dated Pam done. I think it’s enough for this session. Let me know what you guys think:

Back in the day Pam had that dirty chavette slut look down to a tee, which was what made me lust for her so much. She would hang out with older lads wearing her big slag hoop ear-rings and her hair bleached blonde and held up in a top knot by a scrunchie and with masses of fake gold necklaces resting on that famous cleavage of hers. She’d always wearing lots of cheap jewellery, Layering her necklaces over her huge breasts, and with masses of fake gold bangles on her bare fore-arm and rhinestone fake diamonds on her belts, hats, and belt-buckles.

She usually wore tight crop tops under her shell suit and I used to love hanging out at the parties just to watch Pam dancing with the older guys. If she got too hot, she would strip off the shell suit jacket and I would get to enjoy her bare arms and shoulders and her huge breasts jiggling as she danced with the older guys.

She’s got this slag stamp tattoo on her lower back that looks so slutty I used to dream of kissing it. but wearing lots of it at the same time is. Pam revelled in being a cheap council estate slut, hanging out with older guys, taking drugs, shop-lifting and getting gang-banged whilst utterly shit-faced on bottles of Lambrini.

I used to make a point of walking past the bus shelter in those days, just to glimpse Pam hanging out with the older lads, Pam wearing the flimsiest crop tops and the shortest mini-skirts, her face made-up with cheap and garish make-up, giggling like a pissed up slut as the lads took turns shoving their hands up her top or between her bare thighs, spread wide to the cold air of the council estate evening.

I was invisible to her of course. A couple of times she’d asked me to buy her booze and fags, that was before she turned eighteen; Lambrini and ten Lambert and Butler and I used to thrill at being of service to her. Once when I handed her the booze and fags she spat on the floor, and after they all wandered off I got on my hands and knees and licked up the glob of phlegm Pam had spat onto the pavement. I suppose

I should have known then that my attraction to Pam was a form of subjugation to that power we’ve all experienced, that she just seems to naturally wield.

Anyway, once Pam turned eighteen, I used to see her at parties, acting the group whore; dressed like a ghetto whore and always shoving her exposed cleavage in the guys’ faces and acting all sassy and flirty; Man, I was totally smitten.

There were loads of stories about Pam at that time, that I used to collect with an avaricious addiction; how when the lads and Pam had been getting shit-faced in a stolen car Pam they had persuaded Pam to put on a show of hitching up her skirt and lowering her pussy onto the gear nob and bringing herself to climax as they all cheered. I used to envy the guy who got his car back with his gear stick covered in Pam’s pussy juices. Or the time at a party where the lads reckoned there was a pool of cum that had dribbled out of Pam’s pussy onto the cushion of the sofa where Pam had been sitting.

Anyway, the way I finally got noticed by Pam, was the morning after one of those parties. Pam had ignored me all night, flirting and dancing with the other lads as usual, and I must have crashed out on the floor, because I woke up to see Pam lying face down on a sofa, her mini-skirt flipped up and her bare rounded ass lifted up under a pillow a guy had shoved under her belly before he ploughed Ümraniye Fetiş Escort his cock into her. Pam’s face was squashed into the arm of the sofa as she grunted with each thrust of his cock. I just lay there, pretending to be asleep, mesmerised at seeing the woman I adored being fucked.

After the guy came inside her, he pulled out, patted her on her tramp stamp and wandered off to make a coffee, whilst another guy who had just woken up, staggered over, unzipped his jeans and shoved his morning woody straight up Pam’s exposed, glistening pussy.

I was just in awe of how happy to be a group slut Pam was; how she accepted having a chain ran on her as a normal morning after a party. When the lads had finished using her, Pam had sat up, pushed her tousled hair behind her ears and lit a cigarette. I’d never seen her look more beautiful than she did right there; her bare thighs red from being groped, the mound of her pussy just hidden by her closed thighs, her skirt still hitched up and her beautiful face looking so erotically slutty with her mascara smudged around her eyes from her flushed, puffy face being forced against the sofa arm as she’d been repeatedly fucked. I foolishly mistook her hungover, drawn expression for vulnerability and it drew out the gallant in me. I offered to walk her home.

Pam gave me a funny, bemused look and just shrugged, but we left together and I got to spend the next twenty minutes walking with Pam through the maze of shit-brown bricks, alleys full of condoms, beer cans, needles and panties and the concrete squares that make up the sink estate Pam lived in. To me it was like walking through heaven; Pam looked beautiful and I babbled away trying to impress myself upon the woman of my dreams, whilst Pam walked along not saying a word, smoking my cigarettes when I offered them, and looking majestic with those famous big breasts jutting proudly as she walked along, back straight with perfect composure and poise. At one point she stopped walking, handed me her cigarette, and when I took it, squatted down and pissed in the gutter.

By the time we got to Pam’s flat I was utterly besotted.

“You’re a right fucking gobshite. Off you go Bollocky Bill?” Pam said, shooing me away with her hands as she stubbed out a cigarette with the toe of her Ugg boot.

Pam hadn’t even asked my name or spoken a word to me in the entire time I had walked her home. I felt dismissed and ridiculous in my inane babbling attempt to be noticed; like a dancing clown before Pam’s calm indifference; I’m sure you’ve all had that feeling with Pam!

Anyway, I’m just standing before Pam desperate for her whole world to not just disappear from my life; those big nipples I could see squashed against the flimsy white cotton of her crop top being groped and yanked by every guy on the estate, that face that might be squashed against another surface as she got gangbanged this afternoon, the beauty of her face in that morning light with her tousled hair dangling precariously and comically to one side in her scrunchie from being yanked on as the guys had ran a train on her, but above all that superior, still calm Pam just exudes as though she is a planet around which we orbit in our adoration.

I must have just stood staring at Pam, because the next thing I heard was “Fuck-off’s over there, go find it, creep-a-vert!” and Pam turned on her heel and began walking up the path to her flat door. It felt as though if I didn’t do something now, I’d lose my chance and regret it all my life. Pam looked like such a cheap slut; her bare belly bulging Ümraniye Gecelik Escort over the waist of her tiny skirt, her tramp stamp proudly on show, and her the pale flesh of her bare legs was glistening with cum of several guys as it dribbled down her legs and pooled at the top of her Ugg books.

“Pam… please will you go out with me?” I suddenly blurted out.

Pam paused in her walk a moment, gave me the V sign without even turning around, and going into her flat, slammed the door behind her.

I was desperate, I didn’t know what else to do, so I left my number pinned to her door begging her to let me take her on a date.’

Walter 6:10am: ‘Wow! Goddess Pam was awesome even back then! And do I not know what it feels like to be the dancing clown before Goddess Pam’s calm indifference. Let me tell you, when she’s crushing my balls that’s exactly how she seems, and so, so beautiful!’

Percy 6:15am: ‘I had no idea Princess Pam was such a slut. I mean, I suppose I was aware of her council estate background, and her somewhat uncouth, brash manner, but that was all part of the charm for a middle-class man like me. But it had never occurred to me Princess Pam had been mauled and used like a fuck toy by every underclass lout on her estate!”

Walter 6:20am: ‘LOL Percy! Sounds like it’s really getting you off, you posh perv. You!’

Percy 6:25am: ‘I have to admit, the idea that Princess Pam was just a cheap slut happily giving herself to these louts and slug-buckets does make serving Princess Pam even more delectable. The fact that many a ragamuffin has enjoyed using her, when we’re all kept in chastity, funding her lavish expenditure and get so little in return… well, I don’t know; the juxtaposition is quite enthralling.’

Walter 6:30am: ‘I wonder if that’s part of Goddess Pam’s drive; a contempt for us middle-class guys that makes her take a sadistic delight in denying us and making us give our money to her whilst she gives nothing in return?’

Percy 6:35am: ‘Maybe Walt, but I think we all know we not only deserve and crave her abuse, but are so grateful for it too.’

Walter 6:41am: ‘Absolutely, Percy!! Maybe the council estate slobs who see and use Goddess Pam as a ‘trash gash’ have the right approach; I mean they get to take and use what we can only dream of, and yet we pay through our noses just to be denied.

Can you imagine if Goddess Pam paraded us around that estate as her pay-piggies; we’d be derided so badly we’re so pathetic and mind-fucked by Goddess Pam!!’

Percy 6:44am: ‘Nice one Walt; not! Pam’s sure to read this and no doubt will see your last comment as a suggestion. That is something I could really live without, thank you.’

Walter 6:52am: ‘Like part of you wouldn’t enjoy being the humiliation whore paraded before Pam’s old council estate gang!?!!’

Percy 7:02am: ‘The reality may prove more challenging than you fantasize about,

Walt: Careful what you wish for!’

Walter: 7:10am: ‘Fair point, Percy. Okay; jerk-off John; Let’s hear your story; you’ve got 35 minutes before you need to go to work, you sleep-deprived failure!’

John 7:30am: ‘I don’t have many stories, Sir. Pam doesn’t even allow me to be in her presence. But although Pam wasn’t here for this, she was on the phone to this guy Shane; Once Pam had made me move into the squat, I currently live in she sent Shane round to check I wasn’t hording any belongings.

It was ridiculous really; I only own one outfit for work and have to spend the rest of the time naked so I don’t wear out the clothes too Ümraniye Genç Escort soon. So, I was sitting on the floor, naked, when Shane comes wandering in (Pam doesn’t allow me locks on the doors or windows). I mean, basically the place is totally stripped out and derelict. There’s no running water, no utilities etc.

Basically, Shane walks in, ignores me as he strolls from room to room, and then gives Pam a call.

“Hi Pam. Yeah it’s a total shit-hole… but I found an old mattress in the bedroom and a fork in the kitchen… no… nothing else… Yeah, yeah… No probs, hold on, gorgeous!”

Shane kept the phone in his hand as he suddenly spun round and kicked me in my gut making me double over and puke.

“Pam wants to know why you’ve got a mattress.”

“It… it… it didn’t cost anything. I found it in a skip… honest…” I managed to say between coughs and wretches.

“How the fuck does that answer the question?” Shane asked, kicking me again, even harder.

“… to sleep on… to sleep on…” I said in a panic, holding up my hand in fear he would kick me again.

“You’re supposed to suffer for Pam, not have fucking creature comforts.” Shane told me, dragging me by my hair into the bedroom. “Lie on it!” Shane demanded, and once I had obeyed, Shane unzipped himself and simply pissed on me and the old mattress.

“You hear that, Pam?” Shane said into the phone and then held it out so Pam could hear his piss splattering my face and the mattress.

Once he had finished pissing, Shane ordered me to crawl back to the kitchen, kicking my bare, piss covered body, all the way as an incentive to make me crawl faster.

“What the fuck is this?” Shane asked, showing me the fork.

“I… I… I found it. I just use it to eat the chips I find in the bins sometimes…”

“What you want me to do with the fork, Pam?” Shane asked into the phone, then listened and nodded.

“Shove your ass in the air.” He commanded and I obeyed.

The fork was rammed against my sphincter again and again, making me wail and

scream at the sharp jabs until Shane leant over me and said “Spread your fucking ass; it ain’t going to fit like that, and we’re not finished until this fork is up your ass.”

I dutifully parted my ass cheeks and my ass, being already ragged and stretched from being whored out at the public toilets, managed to take the fork inside. Shane pushed until it was all the way in.

“That better still be in there when I get back.” He told me as he walked out.

Eleven hours later, I got a text from Pam;

‘Fork you, ass-puncture! Get it… fork you… God I’m hilarious! You make me fucking

sick hording a fucking mattress and a fork! What the fuck do you think you are, human, you sad sack of shit? You sleep on the floor from now on, and you can eat with that fork, but it goes up your ass first!’

I’m sure you all know that euphoric mix of shame, fear and awe Pam inspires; well, as I sat covered in piss, nurturing my bleeding ass and eating stale chips with the fork I pulled out of my ass, I half-hated myself for having fallen so far, but at the same time my degraded state just placed Pam on an even higher pedestal and her absolute dominion over me just made her seem even more incredible.

It was in that frame of mind that I texted; “Thank you for helping me become what you want me to be. You are truly wonderful, Pam.’

All I got back was; ‘Fuck you, you devious shit-stain! You’re for it now!’

Walter 7:39am: ‘Well, nothing you didn’t deserve. I can see why Pam hates you and has zero respect for you. You make me want to hurt you too.”

Percy 7:41am: ‘Me too, Walt.’

Kevin 7:45am: ‘I guess some people are just natural victims; jerk-off John being one of them!’

Walter 7:46am: ‘Time for you to get to work, jerk-off John.’

John 7:46am: ‘Leaving now, Sir.’