My failure of this night tormented me with shame for months, but equally motivated me to be the fuck slut he needed. A bitch willing to endure any abuse from men for his love and to line his pockets.
It was my second time lining up for the end of night inspection. A couple dozen used beautiful whores, blurry eyed as we came in from nearly 12 hours of constant merciless penetration from the steel cocked customers. Ravaged by men that paid thousands not just to fuck, but to piss on our beautiful faces, force their hard cocks into our pretty painted lips, thrusting violently down our throats.
That night I had worked hard. The whole night spent entertaining a group of eight rich frat boys celebrating graduation. Their hot urine forcing my naturally tight esophagus to open. My eyes wide from the inability to breath as they pissed straight into my stomach. A new found hobby reveled in as they drank and joked. Wildly entertained as they took turns relieving themselves on my gorgeous face and down my throat.
They were fun though, and I had thought I was making daddy proud. He had told me to do anything, that that was the beauty I could bring as a true freak. So, I drunk so the piss from the drunken college bros until I vomited over and over. The boisterous men making me slurp it from the floor or scooping the pissy cum mixture I heaved up with their hands to lube my ass and pussy. Cheering each other on as they took turns fucking me, each cumming quickly in my soft, still tight pussy or even quicker in the grip of my ass. Their generous hot spurts of semen filling my bowels and oozing from my pussy.
What I didn't realize, being the new whore I was, is it wasn't enough to gain Musa's approval. My mouth being the main attraction left little evidence of my work when Musa came to insect our holes. He wanted to see the slack vagina's and ruined gaping bumpy sphincters the experienced hoes showed. These little dick college boys had done no such damage to my elastic 22 year old holes.
At time for inspection, I had naively but clearly failed my daddy based on what the eye could see. My fate that of the other hoes that clearly hadn't fucked and sucked to the ruin Musa expected, the fate of "The Bullpit."
The "Bullpit" was on the other side of the luxurious room where we lined up for inspection. A living room area of leather couches where Musa's posse sat, rubbing their cocks for an afterwork release. A dozen or so of his closest friends relaxing and partying. Thick long black shafts being stroked, balls full from a night of witnessing sex. Their gazes predatory and drug filled as they awaited the nightly routine where Musa goes down the line, slapping asses of the failed bitches. Usually followed by a hard slap to the face, or spit in it. The whores hten mumbling apologies, holding back tear from the blows, while walking into the "bullpit" to finish off Musa's whole crew even though their holes ached from the night of work.
I was nervous as he approached me, glaring at my pretty intact looking cunt and ass, the disappointment on his face cut into my core. He slapped my ass so hard it had a hand print. Then spit in my eyes, blurring my vision so I was caught off guard as his huge hand slapped my face equally hard. Musa, the man I loved and had known as kind pushed me to the floor and grabbed me by the hair, dragging me across the room to his group of friends.