The Degradation of Terry - Sex Stories

The Degradation of Terry

Terry's tits are saggy. I don't understand how you can be that skinny, have tits that small, and have saggy tits. Whatever. I didn't hire her because she's real porn-star material. I hired her because she's a skinny 95 lbs waif, and she's naive and inexperienced. She doesn't know what questions to ask, what signs to look for, or how much a scene is worth. Basically she's just a regular slut looking to become a whore. I signal Terrence to start filming. Terry's sitting on the bed in front of the camera. Her hair up in a bun. She's nude. She has one of those skinny bodies that screams unhealthiness. Pasty skin, flabby meat, bony physique. She's skinny because that's how she's built naturally, not because she works out or pays attention to what she eats. "What's your name?" "Terry." I go through the same interview questions for each whore I film. Same camerawork too. "How old are you?" "19." "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Yes." Typical. Terry is just another worthless piece of shit slut. By the time we're done filming she's going to know it. What we do here today will define her for the rest of her life. "Does he know you're doing this?" "No." "What do you think he'd do if he found out?" She gives a half laugh, looks around uncomfortably and says "Probably beat the shit out of me." Clearly she doesn't like these questions. I don't really care. "So you think if he walked in right now he'd beat the shit out of you?" "Yeah, probably," she responds with a little smile. What a stupid ...

... bitch. I ask these questions to find out what kind of slut I'm dealing with. Terry is the kind of slut I hate. I hate all sluts, but Terry's kind in particular. "What gets you off in your personal life?" She looks at me stupidly, and repeats the question to herself. I wait a second and ask again, "yeah, what do you like in your personal life?" She thinks about it for a second, and responds "Drinking." This is important. It's important because I have just been given the insight that Terry probably doesn't like sex. To her sex is just a way to get what she wants. "What do you think of giving blowjobs?" "Well, it's in the name, it's a job." Good she already doesn't like what we're about to do. The next couple of hours are going to be even worse for her than I had planned. I walk up to her while dropping my shorts revealing my 9 inch cock. Her eyes bulge. "Your boyfriend's cock bigger or smaller than this?" "Smaller." "Have you ever fucked a cock this big?" She shakes her head no. I smile, this is good. While she remains seated I start to fondle her tits. Not sexy or even erotically. I grab one tit, squeeze it a little, play with the nipple a second and give it a little slap and move on to the other one. I do it with the same attitude and air that you might use when judging whether or not an avocado is ripe enough. I do this on purpose. To make her feel like meat, like property. A non-entity. The camera captures all of this. I push her back onto the bed. She gives out a little ...