Bree couldn't believe that she really was a whore now. Men paid to fuck her senseless and abuse her holes and body. She had only been one of Leo's girls for two weeks now and she'd already lost count of the number of men who had fucked her. And to her horror and ever-lasting shame, she discovered loved every bit of it. To be treated like a slut and used for nothing more than her 3 fuck-holes and fantastic fake tits ... it made her wet just to think of it. And though she never saw any of the money from her sexcapades and numerous temporary owners, Leo ensured his stable of fuck toys lived in the lap of luxury, wearing the best lingerie, dining on the finest food, and of course almost every night was finished with a slew of cum-filled desserts.
Every other night, she had a new owner who always found new ways to humiliate and use Bree. And tonight was no exception. Her master for this evening was a distinguished man in his early 50s, old enough to be Bree's father, named Frank. And he'd paid the exorbitant fee of $75,000 to have the pleasure of taking Bree out of the house and off property for 24 hours. Leo had no fear that Frank wouldn't return Bree on time; all of Leo's exclusive club members were first thoroughly vetted for the appropriate financial means and background.
And tonight Frank was fulfilling one of his deepest fantasies: to be master pimp to a slave whore he could prostitute and loan out for gangbangs.
Frank ordered Bree to dress like a slut for their excursion. "I want you in some slutty fuck me heels, a short skirt, and a tight blouse. And don't even think about wearing panties or a bra, you fucking bitch. I want to be able to see your tits through your top." Bree felt a familiar moisture between her lips, excited at the thought of wondering what the next 24 hours would bring. She curtsied to her master and obediently went up to her room to change. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her outside the house.
An hour later, Frank was parading Bree down the sidewalk in a trashy part of town. Cars honked as they drove by and men leered and catcalled at the tramp on Frank's arm. At one corner, Frank made Bree lift her skirt and show an old homeless man her smooth waxed cunt. "I'll bet you'd like to fuck that, wouldn't you, you old man? But you can't! This is my whore and you will have to pay me if you want to touch this slut." Frank laughed in the homeless guy's face.
Bree was humiliated. Never in a million years before her new life would she have even looked at a homeless person on the street. Now here she was showing this dirty old man her pussy! "I feel so fucking dirty. This is gross. But I guess this is what I am now, a dirty fucking cunt whore," Bree thought to herself. She didn't dare protest to her master. She knew he'd beat her with the belt off his pants if she showed even the slightest hesitancy to his wishes.
And his next wish was for Bree's mouth on his cock. Frank pulled Bree into an alley between buildings, forced her to her knees on the hard dirty pavement, and fed his cock between her eager lipstick red lips. Bree gladly tried swallowing his rock hard dick. She loved how hard it felt in her warm mouth and how it felt every time the swollen member slammed the back of her throat, gagging her. And she couldn't help but feel so exposed, just waiting for someone to walk past the alley and catch her, a skank on her knees in an alley sucking the dick of a man more than twice her 24 years of age for a living.
A few more thrusts of his hips towards Bree's hot little mouth, and her master spewed his hot load down her throat. Bree tasted the slippery salty cum on her tongue and swallowed it all down. "You may thank me now for fucking your face you god damned whore," her master threatened lowly. Bree huskily replied, "Thank you master for letting me suck your cock. I'm just your whore and that's all I think about doing." Frank patted her cheek hard. "That's a good slut. Damn, I needed to cum first before I take you to what's in store for you next. Now tell me what you are."
"I'm your cum rag, to use as you want. I'm a dirty fucking whore, worthless without a cock filling one or all of my nasty slutty holes."
Frank grabbed the hair at the top of Bree's head and pulled her up by it til she was standing upright, teetering in her black stilettos. He surveyed her face: her mascara had run a bit below her eyes and her red lipstick was all smeared from his cock. She looked like a slut who had just sucked dick. She looked perfect.
Frank steered Bree by her elbow into the doorway of a hole in the wall bar across the street. She let her eyes adjust and saw the bar was full of men, some drunk, some not so drunk, and all blue collar, all dirty and looking a little smelly. The bar itself was grimy, with neon signs in the windows and on the walls and virtually no other light. Frank sat Bree at a dark red vinyl booth and walked across the old cracked linoleum to the bar and said a few words to the overweight bartender, then he came back and sat next to Bree. Frank forced Bree's slim thighs apart and absently stroked her pussy. His fingers felt their way around her folds until he found her wet hole. And then he just sat there with a drink in his other hand, surveying the bar, waiting. Less than 2 minutes went by when a burly man with a dark neatly trimmed beard approached their booth.
"Hey, that's a pretty hot thing you have sitting next to you," the man said. "Do you share?" Frank's face lit up. "You bet I do. You'd do me a favor if you take this slut off my hands for a few. But before you go, you wouldn't leave me all alone without another drink, would you? I could really use some cash for more drinks. $100 ought to last me the next 15 minutes." And just like that, Bree had been sold for $100 to the burly man for 15 minutes.
The man didn't waste any time. He roughly grabbed Bree's wrist and dragged her out of the sticky booth and toward the men's bathroom. The bathroom was small, dank, and definitely not clean. Without saying a word, the burly man popped Bree's tits out of her top and started brusquely squeezing the big mounds, rolling her nipples hard between his thick fingers. Bree moaned. "You love your titties bein' squeezed, don't you skank? You'd love it if Big Mike here slapped them around, wouldn't you?" Bree threw her head back, pushed her huge tits toward him, and whimpered her assent. In her two weeks in Leo's house, she'd learned to love getting manhandled and treated harshly. Big Mike began slapping her tits back and forth, first her right breast, then her left, feeling his cock get hard as he watched the big mounds bounce back and forth and the skin start to turn red from his abuse. Bree groaned and arched her back begging for more. "Yeah, slap my tits! Oooh ow that feels so good!"
