Right here slut!

“Right here slut”, he grabs my towel, pulls it off my nude body and throws it over his shoulder. I freeze, unable to react. With one hand he grabs by right breast and squeezes me firmly. With his other hand he slaps my bum hard. I am already wet and horny from having been fucked by Jack upstairs. So I am ready for it, but this is crude and rough. My mother is standing just there!

Mother calls to someone from the kitchen, “Hey Malik, come and watch my daughter getting rammed harshly like an easy tramp.”

What?! My mother seems to approve. I know my wish made sluttishness equal to popularity, but this fuck is ****.

Mike holds my bum firmly and pushes my face into the carpet of the stairs. My face is in the shag and my breasts banging on the step below. I hear him undo him belt and drop his pants.

The voice of someone I don’t know and haven’t seen speaks up, “She is really going to just take it here, without a word. She is as much of a slut as her mother. ”

Mother’s voice purred proudly, “Her slatternly behaviour makes me so proud. Her cunt is so very popular. She always was a good girl wanting to make everyone happy. Look he is about to ram it in.”

As I wondered if that is the new definition of “good girl”, I felt Mikes cock knocking at my entrance, my personal entrance still wet from Jack. Mike doesn't bother with foreplay. I want to get more foreplay, but he savagely pushes himself in. I want to object, but being used as an object makes me hot. I am sex personified. I am an available cunt, a filled cunt. Ohh...

The unknown man’s voice say, “It reminds me of when Jerome and I banged you on the hood of his car outside Jollibee.

“Yes, so many people stopped to look at us. It was like a street-side theatre performance.”

Mike is banging me hard, selfishly enjoying my personal paradise. My face is rubbing roughly against the carpet shag, my breasts loosely banging the step.

Mike speaks up, “Say Miss what is your name?”*

Giggle! I can’t believe it! A boy, a man, who doesn't know my name is banging me on the stairs in front of my mother and her friend. There is only one thing to do now; don’t go meek. I call out, “No names, I am just a hungry cunt. I’m not nice; I don’t want or need a name.”

Mike laughs.

I turn my head to watch Mother’s reaction. Her friend is a big muscular African man, wearing a fine suit. He is staring and me and Mother is rubbing the front of his pants with one hand and holding his butt in the other.

Mike groans, gives a final push of my head into the stair and slips himself out of my wet cunt. Two men have unloaded in there tonight. It is over as quickly as it started. Mike wipes his big dick on my bum and pulls up his pants. He barely mutters a “Thanks for the ride.” and is out the door.

I look over a Mother, as I lay there on the stair, naked, ravished and sweaty. Cum is dripping from my cunt. The new man has freed one of her breasts from her shirt and is lustful gawking at me while he squeezes her. Mother beams with pride and says to me, “ Shall I get you a rum drink to celebrate?”

. . .

* This question, giggle and response is autobiographical. It was very long ago, but I just wanted to get laid. The actual incident wasn’t on stairs, but in my bed. I took the boy’s virginity. And no, my mother wasn’t there.