She had put on the clothes he gave her. It was an absurdly slutty outfit; the tight black skirt was so short it left almost half the firm round cheeks of her big ass exposed. Under the skirt she wore a tiny g-string that did not completely cover her shaved pussy. The top was sheer black Lycra that fit like a second skin. Under that she wore a white half-cup shelf bra that supported just the undersides of her big breasts and left her aureoles and thick nipples exposed, completely visible through the sheer top. Her shapely legs were encased in full-fashioned beige stockings with contrasting black back seams. The stockings were held up by a white six-strap garter belt, the garters and stocking tops exposed below the hem of the microskirt. Her clear plastic platform shoes had six-inch stiletto heels and two-inch platforms, with a couple of thin silver straps holding them on her stockinged feet. Although she was fully dressed, she was more exposed than if she were naked. Her eye make-up was heavy and dark, and she wore very long false eyelashes. Her full lips were covered in glossy, dark red indelible lipstick. She knew she looked like a cheap slut.
He took her by the wrist and led her through a door into a large bedroom. To her shock there were eight strange men standing around the room. They looked up when she came in and she felt her face flush with embarrassment at the way she was dressed.
“What the…?” she gasped, but didn’t finish her sentence.
“Just some friends I’ve invited to meet you, my dear,” he said. “I’ve told them all about you.”
“I…I don’t understand,” she gasped.
He slid his hand over her ass and fondled the bare flesh below the hem of her skirt. She wanted to pull away, to run from these men who were staring at her but she couldn’t move. He pulled up her skirt in the back so that her ass was completely exposed now. He continued to squeeze and fondle the luscious round cheeks.
“I’ve told them the many kinds of slut you are,” he said.
“What? How could you? I don’t know what you mean,” she sounded desperate. She felt her nipples starting to pucker, and knew they could all see them getting hard through the sheer blouse.
“I told them you’re a slut for cock. And you’re a pain slut. You are a pain slut, aren’t you?”
With one hand still on her ass he used the other to pinch one of her hard, erect nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped and hunched forward slightly as he twisted the end of her breast.
“No! I’m not! Stop that, stop it now!” she protested. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away from her tortured tit, but he was too strong and she could not move his arm.
“Put your hands by your side, now!” he ordered. She obeyed, and he continued. “So answer my question; aren’t you a pain slut?”
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her resistance crumbling.
“And you’re a cum slut, too,” this was a statement, not a question. “I told them you love to suck cock and swallow cum from men whose names you don’t know.”
Her response was a pathetic whimper. He turned her around so that her naked behind was to the men. The taut straps of her garter belt cut across her ass.
“Spread your legs!” he commanded.
She slid her feet apart, shuffling them slowly to keep her balance on the platform heels.
“Bend over,” he said as he smacked her naked bottom.
She bent from the waist and put her hands on her knees. He fondled her bare ass in front of the men, then pulled the cheeks apart to reveal the moist crevice of her ass with the tiny string of her panty nestled in the crack. He pulled the wet string aside so that her asshole and weeping hairless pussy were on display.
“Look at how wet she is,” he told them. “She has a really juicy pussy. Isn’t that right, dear?”
“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. “It’s not my fault!”
“No excuses, slut, just answer!”
“Yes, sometimes my pussy gets so wet I’m afraid people will hear noises when I walk,” she confessed to the men.
Holding her ass open he ran his finger along the leaking slit, making her moan as he flicked at her twitching clit and probed her pussy hole. He spread the juice up to her asshole, rubbing the slippery little pucker as he told them,
“She’s an anal slut, too. Wait until you feel her squeezing your cock with her ass, begging for hot cum. Now get on your knees,” he ordered her.
He held her hand to help steady her as she lowered herself to her knees, her skirt around her waist. Without being told she pulled down his zipper, then reached into his fly and grasped his erection. As she pulled it into the open, he handed her a small foil packet.
“Put this on me,” he told her, “and use your mouth to do it.”
