The Convention Slut

Jacqueline fucked like a porn star, and not in a good way. Every thrust was a full body spasm that shook her black breasts. She never stayed in a position for longer than three minutes as if some unknown director was shouting instructions for her to change. When she grinded against me it was like we were pulping oranges between our groins. Her mouth would hang open and her eyes would roll into the back of her head like she was having a seizure.

It probably didn’t help that Jacqueline was a porn star. She had done a few movies for a website here in Atlanta. They weren’t even movies; they were just half hour clips of her fucking pale white guys. She kept encouraging me to watch her movies but I balked at the $39.99 subscription fee they required. Why pay when I had her pierced tongue for free?

I had met her at a kinky convention. She looked gorgeous in a red vinyl corset and bright red leather boots. I didn’t usually find the dominatrix look to be sexy but damn, Jacqueline was beautiful. She was six feet tall in her heels and she strode the convention like a black Amazon. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was certainly fuck-in-the-ass at first sight.

It’s still hard for me to believe how easy it was to approach her. She intimidated men, and other women just hated her. She gave off a domme vibe that encouraged submissive men and someone like Jacqueline doesn’t respond well to men who worship her. A tramp like Jacqueline doesn’t know what to do when people elevate her.

All I had to do was hit on her. See, in a kinky convention, everyone is told repeatedly to act like proper gentlemen and ladies and treat everyone with the up most respect. It discourages the assholes from grabbing naughty bits that don’t belong to them and it creates an atmosphere of proper manners. People think adult conventions are like drunken frat parties but the reality is that act more like Sunday services at the church. That meant Jacqueline had spent a day walking around in leather and people kept trying to engage her in philosophical discussions about submission and dominance.

I on the other hand told Jacqueline that she was sexy as fuck and I wanted to get her back to my room. After a day of being treated like a person, she was happy to be treated like a slut again.
Twenty minutes later I was ramming my cock into her pussy. The metal rings that pierced her cunt took a little getting used to but the liquid clamp of her cunt made it worthwhile. Jacqueline’s entire body was that way. The blue star tattoos on her tits distracted from the natural beauty of her nipples that were the color of milk chocolate. The metal stud in her tongue distracted me when she licked my balls. The damn tattoo of a snake on her ass really took the focus away from how wonderfully round and fit her bottom was. It was like Jacqueline had defaced her body just to spite those that used it.

It didn’t stop me from using it.

We fucked off and on till the convention was over. Normally if I found someone as hot as Jacqueline I would kept them planted on my cock but there was something about Jacqueline that I could only take in small doses. It was her fucking mouth. She was hot as shit but as soon as she started talking, you realize just how fucking stupid she really was. I know she was just twenty-two, but seriously, she almost functionally moronic.

“What was that word?” she would say. That was her favorite phrase.

I would spend a minute reviewing what I just said. “Hostile?” I would say incredulously.

“Yeah, what does that mean?” Jacqueline would ask.

I would either teach her basic vocabulary or I would stick my cock down her throat. Sometimes coming down her throat wouldn’t be enough to get the pain of her stupidity out of my head.

So I would kick her out and she would go hang out with whomever the fuck she came there with. I would go back into the convention and attend seminars on proper protocols between dominants and other dominants. After a few hours of listening to brilliants fucktards talk about their imaginary rules of behavior for their sex games, I would start looking for Jacqueline again. She was just as dumb as the seminar presenters but at least I could come on her tattoo covered tits while she talked.

And Jacqueline loved to talk. She never stopped talking during sex. She would tell me in vivid foul mouthed detail what we were doing right there at that moment.

“You’re fucking me hard!” she would say. “You’re fucking my black cunt with your white cock!”

God damn, it is hard to come when someone is telling you that their mouth is open and ready for your come. I can see that for myself! Some dirty talk is nice but Jacqueline thought it was her job to narrate.

I started to gag her mouth with her panties. She thought I was being kinky. I just liked her better when she wasn’t talking.

We exchanged numbers after the convention. I don’t think I ever called her but man, she would call me. Atlanta has a pretty robust adult convention schedule. About every two or three months, someone is trying to rent a hotel so they can charge ridiculous admission fees for a convention where some people might be naked. The hotels weren’t cheap and people would get together to rent a single room to save money.

Jacqueline didn’t have that many friends but she had me. She would call and ask if I was going to Adult Rip-Off 08 and I would say I was thinking about it. She would suggest that she wanted to go but it she was low on money. Apparently porn didn’t pay as well as she would like. I would suggest that I could get a room for just us. She would say I was awesome.

We never negotiated sex as payment for sharing a room. For Jacqueline that would have been like planning on when to breathe air. Her body was her credit card. She would put her hand on my cock while discussing me paying for dinner. She would shove her tits in my face if she wanted a new sex toy in the dealer’s room. I’m not saying Jacqueline was a whore, I’m just saying she paid her way with tits and cunt.

But God, did I make her pay. The more annoying the convention, the more I took it out on her body. I spanked her ass with my paddles. I bound her tits in rope and tape. I came down her throat, on her tits, in her ass and after one boring seminar about polyamory marriage counseling, I came on her hair just to make a mess.

She took it all. Jacqueline’s ability to please was only limited by her ability to understand what I wanted. She would fuck standing up just as easily as she would fuck on the floor. You didn’t need a safe word with Jacqueline. She would do anything it took to get you to climax one more time.

I’m not sure why Jacqueline loved the conventions so much. She would parade around in her fetish clothes trying to get noticed. I know she loved to get flogged and would throw herself at anyone with a flog and a cock. Jacqueline would disappear for hours at a time and then come back to the room with her ass covered in red marks. I don’t know if she fucked the guys who flogged her. I didn’t care. I still fucked her welt covered ass no matter how sensitive it was.

This went on for about a year. We only met for conventions. We fucked, she talked and I would try not to listen. She traveled for her job; posing for webs sites and fucking actors stiff on Viagra. It was her big dream to be in a Bang Brothers video one day. She would send me links to her new appearances, reminding me she was still hot until it came time again to ask if she could crash with me again.

Sometimes she would tell me about her life. I knew she lived with her mom. I knew she once worked at a rent-a-car place before she was fired. I knew she didn’t haven an e-mail address. I knew she thought her tattoos looked good. I knew she once had a cat.

I didn’t listen. The fact was that she was a dumb woman who wasn’t going to be beautiful forever. One day she wasn’t going to be able to pay for rooms with a thirty minute blowjob in the shower. When I listened to her talk about her life, I couldn’t ignore how fundamentally unequipped this woman was for the rest of her life. Hell, if anything happened to her mother, Jacqueline would be more helpless than your average ten year old.

So I just fucked her. I made her stop talking about her life and had her talk about my cock between her tits instead. I tuned out her stories about her mom’s illnesses and focused on getting Jacqueline’s ankles on my shoulders. I spent weekends with Jacqueline because I wanted to fuck a willing slut, not to be her guidance counselor.

I still remember the last time I fucked her. I came on her face. She looked up at me with those half open eyes. It was her porn face. I wiped my cock on her cheek to see if I could make her break character. It didn’t work. I wondered if she even had another face.

Jacqueline didn’t call me when the next convention rolled around. I didn’t call her because frankly, those trips were getting fucking expensive. I needed the financial break.

When she didn’t call for the next convention, I called her. It went to voice mail. At this point it had been over four months. I figured she had found some new guy to sponge free rooms from. Maybe she finally got that Bang Brothers video and her porn career took off. Whatever her reason, she had seen no need to tell me about it. I felt oddly rejected.

I’ve stopped going to adult conventions. It just wouldn’t be the same without Jacqueline. I couldn’t sit through another paddling demonstration without the promise of Jacqueline sucking down my cock.

I miss that slut.