Who Owns You

'I cannot believe I'm here again'.

The thought repeated in her mind approached she sleazy motel. She knew the clerk was eyeing her, considering what she was wearing it wasn't a surprise.

The coat barely covered anything below her ass and the stockings and garters she was wearing could be plainly seen. What really bothered her was she could hear the desk clerk mutter "whore" as she left.

That bothered her more than anything else, she wasn't a whore, she was an actress and singer. She unlocked the room door and entered taking her coat off and tossing it to the side, looking herself over in the mirror the thought repeated itself again.

'I cannot believe I'm here again.'

Kat ran her hand through her neck length hair and looked at herself, she lifted the garter belt slightly and adjusted the tops of her stockings. Balancing herself on her 4 inch heels was easy because of how many times she had done this before.

'He's not even bothering with the pretense of dating me now, god I'm basically a paid hooker.'

Kat thought to herself.

Kat adjusted her bra in the mirror as well.

'Gotta look perfect, otherwise who knows how he'll react.'

Kat put her hands on her hips and put on her best fake smile, she was even convincing herself that she liked being here. Kat may have hated herself for coming but she knew she would, every single time he called or texted.

Usually it was just telling her what to wear and where to meet him, other times it was that stuff as well as what position to be in when he walked in the room. She didn't get those instructions this time so she just had to sit on the bed with her legs crossed when he entered.

As Kat turned around to head toward the bed she looked back at her ass in the mirror, the thong she was wearing lined up with her ass perfectly. Kat had to smile at that.

"Damn, I look good" she said to herself.

Kat sat on the bed and fixed her best smoldering gaze toward the door, she knew he might keep her waiting for a long time and despite how she knew she was being treated her pussy was getting wetter by the second.

Kat may not have been into this kind of kinky sex before and in any other situation she would have objected to, as she called it, being treated like a street walker, Kat couldn't deny how horny this was all making her.

The last time he was with her he did tell her "Maybe you should give this hooker thing a shot."

Kat blushed and looked away, she knew he only said it to further humiliate her but she couldn't deny that aybe there was some truth to what he was saying. She was starting to enjoy this.

Kat checked the clock, she had already been here for 30 minutes and the arousal seeping through her panties was starting to get back to give herself be on the bed and arched her back to give herself better access to her pussy, she slipped a finger under her garter belt and started to rub her pussy.

"mmmmm" Kat moaned to herself. She knew she'd have to stop soon, she didn't want to be caught masturbating by her 'john', but her horniness was getting to be too much. Her well manicured nail flicked her clit and Kat almost came right then and there but she stopped herself. She wasn't supposed to cum unless she begged him to do so and he wasn't even here yet.

'Dammit, where is he? I'm so fucking horny right now." Kat thought to herself and she pulled her hand away from her dripping pussy and she composed herself.

Kat sat back up and adjusted her garter belt and panties, she knew everything had to be perfect for when he arrived. Even if she nearly came on her own. She knew he'd punish her for this, even dock her 'pay'...

Kat stopped her train of thought, 'my god, what has happened to me' she thought. She was even looking forward to getting paid for a fuck in a cheap motel. Maybe she secretly was a hooker and whore at heart.

She readjusted the snap on her garter belt as she heard a car approach her room.

The door opened and there he stood, Kat was in awe of him. Despite everything he had done to her and made her do he still turned her on like no one else did. He glared at her as he approached the bed, not even bothering to shut the door.

Kat even blushed when last time he said she was "better than that slut Zendaya." Kat had never even met her but she felt a strange swell of pride at the compliment.

Kat put her heeled foot up to his chest to stop him, but she giggled as he swatted it away and climbed on top of her. Kat's sense of shame faded away, she knew people outside could hear what was about to happen and at this point she didn't care. She was about to be fucked.

Or so she thought, he spun her around to make sure she was standing and he was sitting on the bed. Kat immediately went for his belt, pulling it off and looking at him with unbridled lust in her eyes as she fiddled with it in her hands.

Kat bit her lip to try to temper her arousal even in her present situation she felt more feminine than ever and she didn't understand why.

Kat yelped as he grabbed her with one arm and lifted her up, she didn't go in for a kiss because she knew better. His words ringing in her ears 'Whores don't get kissed' she felt her pussy tighted as he spun her back around.

His glare never changed but Kat's look of arousal was obvious, they both knew what was coming and Kat really wanted it.

He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor and they both fell on to the bed with him on top of Kat. He grabbed the hem of her panties and ripped them away sending the snaps of her garters flying.

He then pulled himself out of his shorts and entered Kat, she let out a loud moan that would have drawn some attention had the lot been vacant. Kat wrapped her stocking clad legs around him to pull him deeper into her.

'Maybe he's right about me, maybe I am a whore at heart.' Kat thought to herself as she enjoyed the feeling of him pumping in and out of her, he knew how to control his orgasm so he could last a while.

Kat felt her lower half tiling slightly as he seemed to tower over her and his thrusting into her continued.

"Beg for it." He commanded.

"Please master, please let this whore cum. I'm begging you, I need it so badly." Kat said in what most people would consider a whining tone.

"You think you deserve it?" He asked prolonging Kat's agony.

"Yes master please master, let this cheap whore cum." Kat begged as he thrust in her at just the right angle to his her special spot, Kat moaned and gripped the sheets and thrashed as much as she could with him still inside of her as she came.

He pulled out of her and put his cock right by her mouth.

"I haven't cum yet whore." He said in a chillingly calm tone of voice.

Kat lifted herself up as much as she could and started to suck on him, he grabbed her by the hair and stated to throat fuck her. He could hear her gagging on him dick as he pumped in and out of her mouth.

She could feel him tensing up as she tickled his balls, but before she could brace herself to swallow he pulled out.

Kat didn't have time to prepare herself as he shot his load on her face. Kat moaned as she felt her face being coated, both of them soon came down from their orgasms and he went over to his pants.

The man took out his wallet and pulled out a couple hundred dollar bills and dropped them on the bed by Kat's panting body.

He then went to the door but before he left he turned back to her.

"Who owns you Kat?"

"You do master." she replied as he slammed the door shut and left Kat alone counting her money.