We arrived at the hotel, booked in easily, our now crusty faces getting some looks as we did my anally motivated mince and Bs barely dressed attire. In the room B just threw herself across the bed exposing her nakedness to the bellboy who stared quite blatantly at her spread thighs and open drooling cunt. I tipped him well and suggested that if he had any 'needs' he should quietly visit over the next week to be 'relieved' and tipped and to let the other staff know.
He left and I set about setting up the room. The clothes were hung in the wardrobe. The toy bag was opened and the contents placed where they'd be needed, lube and poppers in bedside cabinets, toys in the bathroom, cuffs and ropes on the balcony, for starters at least.
The computer was set up, the best contact site for this town opened up and a couple of responses to our advert for this week checked out. It didn't really matter who replied, we were going to invite anyone and everyone to visit and fuck us. The cameras, a still and a video were set on their stands to be placed as needed to catch the action and show to the world on porn sites.
Then we stripped off and took to the balcony, stark naked just as the sun was setting. We looked out over the water some 20 floors below us. There was champagne in the ice bucket and B had the bong burning well. We sat and had our first drink, decided we'd toss a coin and see who was first to be tied to the bars and used.
I called heads, it was tails and my tail was soon exposed.
B had me face the balcony rail and tied my wrists and ankles as far apart as she could force them then my knees were secured and finally the ice bucket was hung from my balls. It was getting dark so only a few people could possibly have seen us, clearly although as she deliberately left the lights on inside they a good silhouette of all we did.
Once bound Miss B disappeared into the suite only to emerged, high heals and her 12" x 3" strap-on. It's the same colour as her skin, textured and looks and feels real if warmed, even if just by being inserted in me a left there long enough. She also had on shoulder length gloves!
Miss B stepped up behind me and quietly explained that as a size queen faggot who'd been fucked and sucked strangers today I had to take whatever she wanted to deal out. First B placed the mask on my face so I'd only breathe popper laiden air and I was soon high as a kite, suffering vertigo from my exposed position head over the balcony 20 floors up and as a used and very frustrated anal slut begging to be used.
Once I was a stoned compliant slut she played with the beer can, pushing it deeper, twisting it about, then she ripped it out!
I screamed the only lube was cum and my rectum was being pulled from me, I felt I was being turned inside out and as Miss B described it she could see it happening before her eyes,
"You're red arsehole is hanging out of your hole by 6". But don't worry honey, I'm going to punch it all back up inside you, just you wait and see, on the video, when we have guests here. You never know we might find another huge cock like Todd's which can fuck you hollow."
I was panting, the poppers overwhelming any self control I might have once had, my cock was desperate to piss but was still tied off and in any case I'd only piss into the ice bucket and add more weight to my already stretched balls.
Miss B pressed up close behind me, I felt her massive dong, warm almost hot to the touch, she must've had it in hot water preparing it to fuck me. Her soft tits, pressed against my cool naked back as she wrapped her arms around me and began to kiss my neck, bite my ears and whisper obscenities to me.
"For the first time I saw you being a faggot today, being fucked in the arse, sucking cock, eating arse, swallowing men's cum! Didn't I?"
"Yes Miss you saw me being a faggot slut." I replied, aroused, exposed, frustrated and impatient to be properly fucked.
"You're my plaything now aren't you faggot?" She teased, pulled my nipples and twisted them.
"Yes Miss I'm your plaything, your faggot fuck toy." I whimpered in abject lustful need, she'd started to suck on my shoulders to raise bruises.
"Beg for it slut. Beg for what you want Mss to give you, to do to you, to make you do, to video and show everyone what you do." She said with greater passion biting my flesh.
"Please Miss B fuck me, use your huge black cock to fuck me open, punch-fuck me, destroy my faggot hole, please." I whined aloud so desperate to be used, filled, have my balls release.
"Really, you want to be the woman? The receptacle for my filthy desires, the target of my kinks, the object of derision in the porn world as you get turned into a loose faggot slut?" She was now squeezing my balls, slapping my cock, pinching my nipples.
"Yes Miss. PLEASE JUST USE ME, LET YOUR FILTHY DESIRES LOOSE ON ME AND WRECK ME, PLEASE MISS B." I squealed aloud, anyone nearby would hear, maybe even those on the ground so far below me.
She stepped back slightly, the tip of her hot massive dong was lined up against my hole and she took hold of my shoulders. I was breathing poppers with every breath and had descended into a fuck toy, a hole needing to be filled. I was gabbling, trying to get her into me.
"Fine." She forced the dong into me in one violent shove.
I was 3" wide open and half way to the balls instantaneously. I screamed, sparks flew about my vision, I pissed into the ice bucket and shuddered in ecstasy.
"Take," she pulled back pulling my sensitive rectum along with her dong
"All," she rammed all of it into me, 12" long, 3" wide
I squealed in pain and release, delight at being used by my lover.
With every word she rammed it in or ripped it out of me. She made it a timed fuck chant, every couple of seconds I would feel I was either being gouged open or dragged inside out with only cum to lube her fuck instead of the usual copious Crisco.
"I, Want, To, fuck, you, so, hard, you, hang, open, like, a, whore, after, pay, day."
Each stroke looser, wetter, easier. I was now merely gurgling my delight, my orgasm rising I'd soon be contracting painfully around her dong as she wiped out any sphincter control I might have had and became her hollow fuck-tube of the night. I knew it was happening, I knew I'd dribble lube down my thighs, I knew I'd be filmed begging to be slacker than a cows arse, I knew and I wanted it, ALL of it.
Miss B realised I was getting easier to fuck, the force she'd had to use wasn't needed any more, the dong was easily slipping in and out, the sounds it made were now the sloppy, wet sexy sounds of a passionate fucking.
