Red head whore needed money
The sultry redhead sashayed down the busy street, her ample chest barely contained by the tight, low-cut top that hugged her curves. Her fiery locks bounced with each step, catching the eye of every passing man. Her tight miniskirt left little to the imagination, showing off her toned, tan legs.
As she reached her destination, a run-down motel on the wrong side of town, the redhead knew exactly what she needed to do. She needed money, and she was well-versed in how to get it. With a batting of her long lashes and a seductive sway of her hips, she approached a group of seedy men loitering outside the motel.
“Hey boys,” she purred, running a finger seductively down one man’s chest. “I’m new in town and I could really use some cash. Think you could help a girl out?”
Her boldness and the promise of pleasure in her emerald eyes eradicated any hesitation. The ringleader of the group, a beefy biker-type with a thick beard and tattooed arms, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. “We’ll help you out, sweetheart,” he growled, his hand groping her ass. “But you’re gonna have to earn it.”
The redhead shivered with both fear and anticipation as the group led her upstairs to a dimly lit room. Her heart raced as they shoved her down onto the bed, the ringleader straddling her and ripping open her flimsy top. Her large, perky breasts spilled out, the pink nipples stiffening under his wicked touch.
“Now be a good little whore and suck my cock,” he commanded, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his already hardening shaft.
Without hesitation, she took him into her mouth, hollow-cheeks sucking him eagerly as he grabbed her hair. He thrust deep, not caring about her comfort, as drool pooled at the edges of her lips.
But no matter how rough and degrading it got, she took it, knowing this was her only way to survive. Because this wasn’t the first time she’d had to sell herself on the streets. And it wouldn’t be the last. She was a worthless slut, and this is what sluts did.
The man pulled out and grabbed her hair, flipping her around. “Now suck the others,” he growled, waving over his friends.
She complied, whimpering as they each took a position around the bed, shoving their huge cocks into her mouth and pussy, violating her every hole.
After what seemed like hours, they were done, having cum all over her face and mouth. The ringleader tossed her a few crumpled bills. “There you go, whore. We’ll see you around.”
She dragged herself out of the room, tears mingling with the semen on her cheeks. It was the same story every time. But she knew she’d have to do it again soon. Because she was a redheaded slut, and this was her life.
