Living as a street whore

Two months had passed since you was expelled from your university, yet for you, that time felt like an entire year.

you was sitting on the ground in a filthy alley, your clothes dirty and torn. A sign hung on your chest that read:

"Oral sex for $5, Anal sex for $10."

You had become a street whore, selling your body for money. You had no other choice—your parents had disowned you after your expulsion.

While you was lost in thought, reflecting on everything that had happened to you so far, you suddenly felt a hard slap across your cheek. You turned your face and saw a long cock touching your cheek.

"Hey, you whore. Stop slacking and get to work."

You looked up and saw a tall, dark-skinned woman with black lips and red-dyed hair. She had a ring piercing in her right nostril and was wearing a short black jacket that exposed her slim midriff. Below her flat stomach hung a massive cock the size of your arm, along with two heavy balls the size of apples.