The man left. I could still taste his cum mixed with the lube from my ass. I felt warm, and a bit sweaty. I wasn’t sure what was happening. It seemed unreal. I was Daniel’s whore. I survived it. I survived having sex with a stranger. It was kind of fun. One hand strayed to my sensitive breast, the other to my clit. I was still very wet. I sunk to my knees, rubbing my breast and clit. It felt so good. I leaned forward until my face was in the carpet. How many people had fucked in this motel room? I stuck out my tongue and tasted the carpet. My orgasm was coming. I squeezed my breast hard. My other hand was a blur. I came hard, shuddering. It felt great.
After, I went to the bathroom to clean up. Daniel said to more men were coming, but I didn’t know when. Daniel said that they paid good money and that I would refuse them nothing. I was still scared, but I was also more comfortable after getting through my first encounter.
The cell phone rang. It was Daniel.
“How are you Whore?”
“I’m ok Master.”
“Did you like the man I sent you? I picked a nice easy one for you first time.”
“I did like him Master. He was nice to me.”
“Well the next two men won’t be so nice. They paid a thousand bucks to have there way with the piece of meat who would photograph herself in so many degrading ways. I will drop them off soon, when I pick them up they better be satisfied.”
“Yes Master.”
“Good Whore. Unlock the door and leave it slightly open. Then get on your hands and knees facing away from the door. Put you face on the carpet and keep your ass in the air. Don’t move until my friends come and tell you otherwise.”
This was sounding more serious. “Yes Master.” I was nervous. The line went dead.
There wasn’t much for me to do other than obey. I opened the door a crack, and then went and knelt in the middle of the room. I felt like the door could blow open any minute giving the world a view of my ass.
I guess, the truth was the door would open any minute and two strangers would get much more than a view of me.
I could feel a breeze on my ass. I was horny. I heard a car pull up. The door opened. I heard people come in. The door closed. I heard more footsteps. “Put your hands on your cheeks babe, pull that ass apart.” The voice was calm.
I pulled my cheeks apart.
“Good.” The same voice replied. “That’s good.” I heard the two men walk into the room. The door clicked shut. I heard something fall to the ground near my head, but I kept my face in the carpet. “I printed a few of these out whore, have a look.”
I turned my head to see glossy printouts of me, naked on my hands and knees one hand working a dildo in my pussy and the other hand across the top of my butt working a plug in my ass. It seems strange to see me on paper, doing these things. I remember taking the photo. It was actually difficult to frame it right. It took a few tries before it was good enough to send to Daniel. I came as I emailed him the photo.
I heard two more things fall to the floor. A dildo and a butt plug. “Get started whore. My friend and I are going to have a drink and unwind…and, oh yes, put this on.” A leather hood fell to the floor. I still hadn,t seen the two men. I guess I wouldn’t.
The hood was soft leather. It felt hot, but smelled nice. I took me a bit to get the buckle under my chin on right. It left my mouth and nose free, but covered the rest of my head.
“Get started whore. You can suck on the toys if you need to, but I want them both pumping in and out of you soon. Do what I say and this will be fun. Disobey and I’ll hit you.” I heard a can crack open, and then another. Then the tv turned on.
The man was so casual about hitting me. I got more scared. I fumbled around for the toys and licked them well, especially the plug. The dildo felt good going in, the plug took some doing but I was scared.
