Candy stared at herself in the mirror. It had been a little over a month since the last movie shoot that ended with her entire family being evicted from their apartment in embarrassing fashion. The landlord and his building manager seemed to revel in their abuse of power. Daddy and Master had been kind enough to find her a place to stay, but…she glanced around and frowned. This wasn’t exactly the life of luxury she had been dreaming of.
The constant dripping sound and odor of rot barely registered to her any longer. The concrete walls were cold and damp, with a singular lightbulb hanging in the middle of the room, casting menacing shadows on every mold-filled corner. The cracked concrete floor had a film of grime and dirt that no broom could sweep away. A stained mattress on a box spring was pressed against the far wall, and a collection of dusty shelves covered in cobwebs contained the scant remains of Candy's belongings. Most of her clothing had been left behind at the apartment, and neither Daddy nor Master had the chance to replace it yet. She had no doubt they intended to soon, but it was getting hard to pretend her few remaining slutty outfits were anything but downright filthy. Sitting in front of a sagging wooden vanity stocked with cheap makeup, Candy looked herself over and coughed deeply, the rot settling in her throat.
She took stock of herself by first clawing through her mid-back-length blonde hair with long acrylic nails. Her voluminous locks felt cheap and brittle around her tiny hands, as she was no longer able to afford the salon and instead relied on cheap hair dyes, treatments, and chemicals provided by Daddy. Casting her big green eyes around the vanity counter, Candy inventoried her beauty products and sighed. She would make do as she always did because Daddy and Master had her best interests at heart, and this…less than ideal living situation was only temporary. She had to believe that now that she relied on them completely.
Candy’s teenage facial features took a backseat to the newest alteration courtesy of Dr. Frank. Her face was now dominated by thick lips, constantly stuck in a pronounced ‘O’ that were eloquently described by Daddy as 'cock-sucking love pillows.' Candy carefully poked an acrylic nail against her new lips and felt it squish. She then pressed her finger inside and sucked gently, shivering as a bolt of heat rushed between her legs. She withdrew her glistening finger and giggled, still ecstatic that Dr. Frank had somehow made giving oral sex even better! Now it wasn’t just the men sliding between her lips that received pleasure! She’d initially been skeptical of revisiting Dr. Frank, but Master insisted. After all, he had given her a stable living situation and a future in the movie business, and he’d treated her so well that Candy didn’t feel like she had any room to decline. She ran her tongue over her pouty dick pillows and felt satisfied, happy that she’d listened to Master’s direction. He knew what was best for her!
Moving down past her smooth neck and narrow shoulders, Candy’s eyes found her enormous breasts, another gift from Dr. Frank. They were heavy and sagged slightly as though they were fully natural. Her wide, dark pink areola and baby-bottle nipples were barely covered by a midriff-baring powder blue boob tube that was little more than a thin strip of cloth. ‘Covered’ was being generous, as her nipples were clearly visible poking into the top, which was dirty and stained from multiple wears. Candy was very careful not to move her chest in a way that stimulated her nipples, as she found out that Dr. Frank had not only ‘enhanced’ her size but also activated her milk ducts, which would lactate uncontrollably when stimulated. She had spent the last month learning the ins and outs of living with lactating breasts and somewhat understood when and how they would leak. The dry white stains over her nipples were a testament to this learning process and simply added to the wear and tear of her poor, overused tops.
Below Candy’s tits were her cinched waist, swollen hips, and juicy ass. Her innocent green eyes gave each part of her body consideration as she inventoried everything. Stretched around her lower body was a heavily stained, pleated gray skirt that barely reached the tops of her feminine thighs and a visible white thong that rode atop her hips and dug deeply into each of her lower holes. Candy rubbed her thighs together and thought about the puffy pussy situated between her legs. The bleeding during sex with Daddy during the last shoot hadn’t been a fluke; it seemed her hymen somehow repaired itself every night, leading any man that fucked her for the first time of the day to feel like he was claiming her virginity. Another ‘scientific wonder’ of Dr. Frank, no doubt. She’d grown very used to the feeling of tearing because Daddy kept her busy, telling her she needed to help 'pay bills’ and 'earn her keep’ by entertaining clients while waiting for Master to set up the next shoot. In fact, she had her hymen torn almost every single day since moving in. It didn’t bother Candy, as having sex was second nature and doing it for money was simply a bonus. Not that she saw any of the money, but at least Daddy was happy with her and kept her supplied with beauty products and a place to stay.
Candy eyed down her lithe legs and ended on her tiny feet situated in towering leopard-print heels. Her outfit didn’t match at all, but she didn’t have much choice, as the majority of her clothing was now stained beyond belief with cum, milk, or worse. She returned her gaze to her face in the foggy, cracked mirror and took a hearty swig of pink water from the black dildo bottle, welcoming the flash of dark cock in her mind. The nearby drip of the faucet, fixed with the pink water attachment, briefly caught her attention but lost it as she began applying cheap cosmetics in the faint light.
She had to make it upstairs to begin her shift or Daddy would be angry. The last thing she wanted to do was jeopardize her or her family's situation by being late! Candy really wanted to see her mother and brother again and knew the only way to do so was to pay off the debt she had accrued. Dr. Franks’ procedures, the cost of filming, the cosmetics she was putting on, the basement she was living in, and the apartment that Daddy and Master had rented for her family. She had to pay them back somehow! Everybody was counting on her! She hurriedly smeared lipstick on her hyperinflated lips, remembering Daddy’s advice to look trashy and easy. She repeated the advice ‘trashy and easy, trashy and easy, trashy and easy’ over and over in her head as she stared at herself and internalized her appearance. The phrase solidified and was situated in the back of her brain: trashy and easy, trashy and easy.
With her heavily stained, slutty, and mismatched clothing; sky-high heels; visible thong; overly applied, garish makeup; hyperinflated lips; damaged and brittle blonde hair; gigantic tits with nipples poking through; swollen hips; fat ass; and the unsure expression and generally unconfident attitude she exuded, Candy knew she embodied Daddy’s ‘trashy and easy’ aesthetic to a 'T.' Tottering to the uneven stone steps nearby, Candy secured her glittering little purse containing the essentials and prepared to ascend and start her day as one of Daddy’s girls.
Navigating the stairs, Candy silently prayed that her bouncing tits wouldn’t start leaking. The pressure behind her nipples meant every jiggle was a gamble, and Candy had no intentions of trying to find another top for the day. She emerged into the familiar back room of the liquor store. The ancient linoleum tiles were caked with dirt, and it took her a second to adjust to the bright fluorescent light. The air was much lighter and easier to breathe outside of her basement bedroom, which was dug into the earth. It was so fortunate that Daddy knew the owner of the store, and he agreed to let Candy live there for a while! It was the same store that she and Sapphire changed clothes in. That seemed like a long time ago to Candy. Whatever happened to Sapphire? Candy furrowed her brow and lost herself in thought. She hadn’t thought about Sapphire in weeks.
Breaking her concentration was the opening of a swinging double door. A short, fat, young Black man in a sweatshirt and apron stomped through the threshold. He wore a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and had a small afro. His soft brown eyes fixed on Candy, and he smiled warmly but remained silent as he went about his business.
Candy recognized the young man as a part-time worker at the store. He had always been kind but also very shy and skittish. Aaron knew exactly what Candy was and treated her decently. She clutched her glittery purse and swayed past him towards the far door labeled “Whores Only” in a handwritten scrawl, feeling his eyes flick up to watch her ass rock as she moved. Looking over her shoulder, Candy gave Aaron a kissy face and a half-lidded wink. She pressed the ‘Whore’s Only’ door and entered her workspace for the day.
The smell of stale semen hit her like a wall as the flimsy door closed behind her. Candy adjusted to the cramped room and noted where a couple of new stains had appeared since she last worked. The concrete floor had a series of thin, sticky mats and discolored towels sprawled across it. Dark segments of cold concrete showed through holes and breaks in the floor coverage with yet another singular bulb as the only source of light. A rusted sink dripped in the corner with a foggy mirror secured above it and an industrial-sized paper towel dispenser situated next to it. A short trash can overflowed with a mountain of crumpled paper towels, and there was a cracked plastic chair with an unknown puddle of clear/milky fluid congealing on the seat. The walls were a patchwork of cheap, white drywall with numerous fillings and patches from years of constant fixing and reorganization. Two clear holes were drilled into the most scarred wall. One was somewhere around Candy’s upper thigh while the other was a little higher and to the side, somewhere around Candy’s waist. The holes were a few inches all the way around, with smoothed-out wooden edges affixing them into perfect circles.
Candy tossed her low-quality glitter purse to the floor next to the chair and did a quick once-over in the blurry mirror above the sink. She stared at herself vacantly and repeated to herself: trashy and easy, trashy and easy—feeling the words smoldering in the back of her head and attuning herself to mentally and physically fit Daddy’s parameters.
A sharp knock on the wall sent a twitch between Candy’s legs alongside a spike of arousal and a subtle damp warmth. Over the last month she had begun to associate the knocking with-
A skinny white cock slipped into the taller of the two glory holes, erect and throbbing. She couldn’t help but feel a mild pang of disappointment at the pale complexion, but she nonetheless dropped onto her bare knees on the mat and directly onto one of the newer stains. Her knees shifted slightly and squished into the cold and wet stain that clung to her skin. It didn’t matter; she’d clean it up afterwards. Candy shifted her hips to get more comfortable and reached up to tie her hair into a messy bun. The last thing she needed was a repeat of the first few shifts where her hair got covered in spunk.
She laid her hands flat against the wall and pressed her face forward, wrapping her lips around the skinny shaft. Candy had quickly discovered that both she and the men received more pleasure if she left her hands out of the equation. The man on the other end let out a contented sigh as Candy began working him into her mouth, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her newly enhanced lips wrapped tightly around him like two overstuffed pillows, and the spike of arousal grew between her legs once his pubes were scratching her upper lip and nose. The budding heat between her legs spurred her to be even more aggressive, and her tongue lashed out and licked along his shaft while she rhythmically enveloped him. The salty and bitter taste of precum diluted into her spit and coated her mouth, and it wasn’t long before Candy felt the man tensing up between her lips.
He suddenly surged forward without warning and shoved the head of his cock directly against the back of Candy’s throat. This would have normally made her gag if not for another ‘gift’ from Dr. Frank. Along with her inflated lips, Candy found her gag reflex had been completely eradicated. She demonstrated it to the aggressive man by impaling her throat onto his hot shaft over and over again while flicking her tongue across his length. Each repetition sent another tiny jolt of pleasure through her system, but it wasn’t enough to lose control, and Candy knew the man was about to bust.
She clamped down tightly on his shaft and felt him twitch between her pillowy lips. A yearning grunt from the other side of the wall heralded an explosion of cum as he began unloading a fat wad into the back of her throat. Candy dropped her hips and rolled back her shoulders to lock herself in place and let the man fill her like a condom. She felt his thick, salty deposit collecting inside her while the phrase ‘Trashy and Easy, Trashy and Easy’ repeated in her brain like a pendulum. Candy’s eyes glazed over, and she really felt like a human condom. She was an object that wrapped around an erect penis, took cumshots, and was discarded directly after. The man began to soften and withdraw himself.
In her daze, Candy followed him with her mouth until her nose pecked into the drywall and a stinging pain followed. The cold, hard wall reminded her that the man was on one side and she was on the other. To him, Candy was just a warm, wet hole to deposit his semen.
Swallowing what she could, Candy felt a trickle of saliva mixed with ejaculate escape and dribble down her chin. A few errant drops splashed to the floor between her thighs, and she added her own fresh stains to the dried/drying ones. Sitting back on her ass, Candy used her long acrylics to clean up whatever remained and scoop it into her mouth. She swallowed everything but felt a drying and hardening film forming on her chin. She rose to a high kneeling position and shivered at the throbbing swamp between her legs. Ignoring the horny feeling and making it onto her leopard-print heels, Candy approached the sink and bent over to grab her purse. Her lipstick was smudged, and her chin shined with saliva and cum, but she otherwise looked pretty normal. She used the leaky faucet and paper towels to clean her chin and knees before tossing them into the overflowing pile that covered the trash can. Reapplying her lipstick only took a few seconds, but even that was barely enough before another *KNOCK* *KNOCK* sounded through the wall and sent a jolt of arousal through her pussy.
Trashy and Easy—Trashy and Easy—
Her heart skipped a beat as a fat black dick slid through the lower of the two holes. It had to be at least eight inches long and left very little room around it in the gloryhole. Candy flipped up her skirt excitedly while throwing her purse down and swiftly moving to the waiting African shaft. White guys always got her upper lips, but Black guys always got her lower ones!
Turning away from the man and craning her neck over her shoulder, Candy giggled and bit her pillowy lower lip excitedly. She bent at the waist and backed her thong-covered, swampy pussy against the man’s cock head, and his precum wiped against the moist triangle of fabric. Her prominent lips scraped against him, and Candy felt him twitch in response. She twerked her hips lightly and teased her thong back against him with his erection knifing into her pussy lips, leaving only a thin layer of fabric as the barrier between them. A deep, threatening growl nearly shook the wall, and Candy knew it was time to get to work.
Tugging her sopping thong to the side, Candy fully exposed her pussy and dropped into one more deep twerk before thrusting her hips back and impaling herself on the waiting black dick. She stifled a gasp when he tore past her hymen, and a sting of pain melted instantly into pleasure. She continued to shimmy her hips and take his shaft deeper and deeper, pressing further and further into her gut. Letting out a high-pitched moan, Candy tightened her walls and pushed all the way back, enveloping eight thick inches and stretching her in the best possible way.
“Fuck that’s tight!” A male voice proclaimed through the wall before adding, “She’s pretty fuckin’ wet for being on the rag!”
Grinning, Candy started riding the man and coating his manhood in glistening girl cum, slightly tinged with red. While working with her pussy, Candy’s fingers probed her stained, sky-blue crop top and exposed her heavy tits, letting them bounce and jiggle in time with her hips. She supported them with her delicate fingers, but they absolutely overflowed her small hands. With her ass squishing against the wall, her pussy being emptied and filled over and over again like a meat locker, her mind racing with dark cock and the deeply seeded mantra, ‘Trashy and Easy,’ and her ultra-enhanced breasts bouncing, Candy squeezed and teased her nipples, sending further waves of horny energy like lightning towards her red-hot cunt, edging her closer and closer to a genuine orgasm. Pressure behind her nipples had grown and built from the moment her cunt made contact with a black dick until finally releasing while she climbed to an orgasm. Around her teasing fingers were thin streams of milk, which exploded outward and splashed the mats and towels below.
She let out a high-pitched moan just as the door to the back room opened up.
A squeaky, dusty male voice sounded mid-conversation and echoed in the cramped concrete space, “...testing the talent. I don’t know what he expects me to find when—"
A very short, older white man with thinning hair and thick glasses, wearing a fraying tan suit with a cell phone up to his ear, stopped mid-sentence to stare at Candy. He watched with his mouth agape at the tiny teenage girl bent at the waist shaking her hips and pressing her fat ass back against a long black cock in a gloryhole. Her gigantic tits are jiggling wildly in her petite hands with extra-long acrylics and spraying thin streams of milk; her cheap-looking blonde hair has fallen from its bun into wild tresses that frame her flushed cheeks and impossibly enhanced lips; her big green eyes are glazed over from pleasure and distraction; her barely-there skirt is flipped up; she stands on shaky legs in the lowest-quality leopard-print heels imaginable, and the entire room smells like a fish market that sells buckets of semen.
The short man wasn’t somebody Candy recognized at all. He certainly didn’t seem to recognize her either.
Standing transfixed in the threshold, the man watched as Candy giggled and redoubled her efforts, shifting her hips to give him the best view of her vagina as it was filled over and over again.
She cooed, “Do you, um, like what you see, Mister? You should totally talk to my Daddy so I can, like, have your cock inside me and stuff!”
Trashy and Easy, Trashy and Easy.
Returning to reality, the short man remembered his phone conversation and whispered, “Um, sorry about that, young lady. I’ll just, uh…I’ll go and do that…” He then spoke into the phone as he exited, “Sorry about that, got caught up. Like I was saying: I know it has been months, but come on, what does he expect me to find—"
Daddy would be so happy if she got him a customer! She couldn’t help but gain a dopey grin. The door closed, and Candy was left with an orgasm about to pop. Two of them, actually. She tightened her walls once again and heard the man grunt while her own orgasm ripped through her. Her already shaky legs were turning to numb mush beneath her. Taking him all the way to the hilt, Candy’s pussy quivered and massaged the man’s shaft. She felt him tensing and sending waves of potent baby gravy eight inches deep and directly against her cervix. Candy’s lactating nipples let out another stream of milk, and she moaned into the ceiling. Her voice echoed, and she could hear that she had a deeply desperate, needy edge. Like she was a horny teenage girl finally getting the dicking she’d been dreaming of. Candy’s legs finally gave out after a few seconds of weakness, and she collapsed onto her tits with the dick slipping out in the process. The man’s glistening shaft shot a few additional cumshots directly onto her back, ass, and hair. Candy’s tramp stamp and ‘Daddy’s little girl’ tattoos got it the worst, but her already matted and damaged blonde hair was not faring much better.
When he finally finished, the man retracted his dick, and Candy was left as a dripping pile on the floor. Her freshly fucked cunt was dripping like a waterfall, and she had cooling cum shots on her back, ass, and in her hair. She waited a few seconds for her legs to come back online after the orgasm but found herself on her feet before long. Her thong fell back into place, and she winced as it was truly soaked in all sorts of sexual liquids. This was one of her last good thongs and now it was ruined just like the others! She flipped her little skirt back down and pulled up her crop top, which was instantly wet with milk.
Grabbing her purse and looking in the mirror, Candy found her glazed-over eyes and dopey smile plastered across her thick, painted lips. She realized she looked like an idiot. Not like she was truly a genius or anything, but the girl in the mirror looked vapid; she looked like intelligent thoughts rarely if ever crossed her mind; she looked like the only thing she was good for was pleasuring a cock.
Trashy and Easy, Trashy and Easy.
Candy watched as her eyes became just that little bit more unfocused, a little more vacant, and a little more unintelligent. Whatever was happening, she needed to figure it out quickly. She didn’t like looking as stupid as she did! She just had to finish up her shift and find some way to focus and sharpen her mind. She figured she’d been too caught up in the monotony of being one of Daddy’s girls. She opened her purse and fixed her makeup; grabbed some paper towels; and tried cleaning herself as best she could.
Trashy and Easy, Trashy and Easy.
The words burned in the back of her brain, repeating again and again. Her mouth hung open, and a tiny trickle of drool pooled in the corner of her lips while she carefully soaked up the milk surrounding her nipples. Her vacant green eyes staring at herself like glazed-over mirrors.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
Candy’s eyes turned to the short gloryhole as a shrivelled white dick popped in. Candy could hear the muffled voice of the older bald man, “Anyway, I gotta let you go. I’m about to go into a meeting. We’ll talk about the Chris problem again soon. Okay, talk to you later.”
Candy felt ecstatic! Not that she had to service another white man, but that she had gotten Daddy a client! She was sure Daddy would reward her with some new clothes very soon!
Candy did one final look at the completely spaced out, drooling teenage girl with the unfocused stare and flushed cheeks in the mirror with cum oozing through her thick, wild locks of dirty blonde hair. She certainly looked trashy and easy!
Turning to the shriveled old cock waiting for her, Candy dropped to her knees and squished into a puddle, this time one of her own making. She looked down and sighed; her microskirt was now covered in new stains. Another skirt bit the dust. A drop of drool dripped down her chin as she examined herself. She had to get it together and protect her clothes! They were the most important things! She definitely still wanted to be a famous actress, but she had to admit—this was starting to feel like home!
She bent forward and slipped the pale dick between her suck pillows, feeling a mild surge of pleasure between her legs and a twitch in her mouth.
Trashy and Easy, Trashy and Easy.
The thought burned in the back of her brain as it repeated like a pendulum.
