Leigh’s Descent

All characters and situations are fictional.

All characters are above the age of consent.

Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.

"Housekeeping."

I hear the female voice, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am.

Then it all comes flooding back...

I'm naked, tied spread eagle and face down on a motel room bed. My ass is propped upwards as I'm laying on a pair of pillows.

I don't know what time it currently is, but I know that for several hours last night, extending into early this morning, I have been used by no less than a dozen men and one woman. Only three of whom I know, and had been willing to be with.

I lost track of the number of times my pussy, ass, and mouth have been fucked, or how many times someone has cum in each of my holes, or on my face or body.

I was apparently left tied up for someone to find me, which is now the case, as I hear the voice of the cleaning lady announcing her arrival.

"Help." I say, as I turn my head towards the door.

I see a somewhat attractive Latina female; probably in her mid-to-late twenties. She has long black hair that is pulled back into a ponytail. She is wearing the typical garb of a motel maid. She is just a little overweight.

Her dark eyes widen in alarm when she sees me tied down on the bed. "Oh my god!"

She backs away, looking as if she might turn and run.

"No, don't go. I'm alone!" I say.

She looks about, seeing the condition of the room, with sheets bunched up on the floor and my clothes spread about.

"I call the police?" She asks, in a distinct accent.

"No, don't call the police!" I reply.

I definitely don't want to involve the cops in this. Sure, what happened to me with the group of black men was technically rape, this entire ordeal was brought about by my agreeing to have sex with Connor, Ricky and Becky. Even when they included the pizza guy, he had been given permission to fuck me. Maybe not by me, but he could easily argue that he believed I had consented.

And, he had asked if he could come back. So his arrival later with a bunch of friends could be claimed to have been agreed upon. It doesn't matter, with everything I have done this year, all it would take is one police report and my whole life comes undone. No, I can't let anyone else know about this.

Besides, those fuckers made me orgasm like a nymphomaniac during the latter part of the night--or morning actually.

"No police. Just untie me." I tell her.

"Maybe I go get help." She says.

"No, don't leave!" I call out, as she pulls the door behind her and leaves.

"Oh fuck!" I stammer, as I am left there alone.

A few minutes later the door opens. The cleaning lady is back, but this time she has a man with her. He is roughly thirty-something years old. By his look I can tell that he appears to be from India, or at least in that region. He is no more than 5'9" or so. Short, dark brown hair, with a well trimmed beard. He is wearing a light blue collared shirt that is buttoned to the top, as if he should be wearing a tie, but is not. He has on khaki slacks and brown sandals.

"Miss, are you okay?" He asks, cautiously.

"I am, but I could use a little help." I reply.

Having this man looking at me while I'm tied up and naked is quite humiliating. I know that from the position my ass is in, raised up and with my legs spread apart, my well used pussy is on full display.

"Were you attacked. Should I call the police?"

"No, like I told the girl, whatever her name is..."

"Theresa." He interrupts me.

"What?"

"Her name is Theresa. I am Krish. My family owns this motel. My sister and I are working today. Are you sure you don't need the police?"

"No, no, please do not do anything. I am okay, just tired. But I do not need the police." I insist.

"Who did this to you?" He asks.

"It was a game. I had fun with some friends. That is all. Just untie me, please."

He picks up the phone and I am certain that he is calling the cops. "Aanan, what did you see around room 12 last night?"

He pauses as someone answers him. After a couple of minutes he says thank you and hangs up.

"Miss, my brother says a lot of men visited this room last night. What were you doing in our motel?"

"Look, I just had a little party. Things got out of hand, but that is all. Just untie me and I will leave."

"Very well, I will untie you. Theresa, leave, you can come back and clean later."

The maid leaves. When she closes the door, Krish approaches the bed. "I think you have been a very naughty lady, Miss."

You don't know the half of it. I think to myself.

"I will untie you, but first I think I will have a little fun too."

"What?" I can't believe this is happening. This foreign man wants to take his turn at me now.

"Please untie me and let me go." I say. My pussy simply can't take anything else.

I hear Krish undoing his pants.

"Please, you can't do this to me." I tell him.

"You have made me horny, Miss. My wife is back in India caring for her family and I haven't been with her in four months. I always wanted to have sex with an American woman. Since you obviously enjoy sex with many men then you can satisfy me. Then I will let you go."

"No, please don't."

He crawls onto the bed behind me. Oh fuck, this is really going to happen. Last night was bad enough, but now I have to fuck the hotel clerk too.

He runs his dick behind me, slowly working it between my legs. I curse when he pushes it into me.

"Oh that feels good." He tells me. Then he grabs my hips and starts fucking me.

He bangs my sore pussy, not caring when I tell him that it hurts. He fucks me joyfully, taking his time as he works his way to climax.

"Oh, here goes. Oh yes." And yet another man is cumming in my worn out pussy. That makes eleven men in only 12 to 15 hours who have used me. God only knows how many times I've been fucked in one hole or another during that time.

"Krish! What are you doing?" A female voice calls out.

Neither of us heard the door open. We turn to see Theresa at the door, but she has another woman with her. She too is from India. She looks to be closer to my age. Maybe forty-ish or a tad younger. She is pretty, with long dark hair. She is wearing a tan colored saree. The Indian clothing hides her figure, but I can tell that she is in pretty good shape. Maybe a little heavier than she could be. Her ample bosom is easily noticeable beneath the loose fitting clothes.

Then I recognize who she is: Kiara; Tom's former girlfriend. I recognize her from our chance meeting at a restaurant.

Oh fuck, this is not happening.

Krish jumps off the bed. He seems to have forgotten that his now semi-flaccid dick is on display for both women to see.

"Kiara, what are you doing here?"

"Pull your pants up." Kiara orders.

Krish does so immediately.

"Theresa told me what she found here. And that you told her to leave you alone with her. So I thought I better come check it out. What would Amrita think if she knew what you just did?"

"Please do not tell her. It has been too long for me, and this woman was with several men last night. They played games and left her tied up. I just thought to relieve my desires..."

Kiara interrupted him, saying something that I can't understand, then made a spitting gesture towards me.

"My sister says you are a whore." Krish explains.

"No, I'm not a whore." I try to tell the woman.

"Only a whore would do this." Kiara says. "And you fuck her." She accused her brother.

"Well, why not. She is pretty." He says.

"Typical man. You have been in this country too long." She tells him.

Krish chuckles, "You are just upset because she looks like the girl who stole your American boyfriend."

With that, Kiara steps to the front of the bed and leans in closer to look at my face. "Wait a minute, it is you."

"No." Krish says.

"It is," Kiara insists. We met her, but I've seen her picture on Tom's Facebook page."

"You are Leigh." She said, spitting onto the bed for real this time. "Tom has taken up with a common American whore."

I don't know what to say. Tom had told me about Kiara, and we did meet briefly. And now she has recognized me.

"It's not like that." I say, but she doesn't care to listen to my explanation.

"We need to teach whores not to come to our motel." She says. "Go to the desk so Aanan can go home. But tell him to come here first. Maybe he will want to teach her a lesson too."

Krish grins. "I am sure he will."

"And make sure to download the videos of all the men coming and going in this room last night." She adds.

Krish rushes out the door and I try to reason with her again, "Look, this is all a misunderstanding. Sure, I'm dating Tom, but I didn't know him when you were with him."

"You are dating him but you fuck other men in my motel." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"No, yes, oh fuck, let me explain."

Kiara turns to the maid, "Get me your broom."

Theresa opens the door and steps outside. She returns with a broom and hands it to Kiara. The woman steps to the foot of the bed. I cannot see what she is doing, then I feel the stiff broom handle exploring between my legs.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You like to fuck. Maybe you will like fucking this." She says, before pushing the handle several inches into my pussy.

I cry out in shock as it enters me. It's not as thick as a couple of the cocks I experienced last night, but it is solid wood and dry. When she starts moving it back and forth inside of me I cry out.

"You like it?" She asks.

"No, please stop."

There is a knock at the door. Theresa opens it. A man in his mid twenties enters. I assume that this is Aanan.

"You wanted to see me before I leave." His eyes are transfixed on the sight of me, naked on the bed with Kiara shoving a broomstick up my pussy.

"Yes," Kiara replies, "You let a whore use the place last night."

"She was here before I started working. "Kabir must have rented her the room."

"Very well. I will call him. But in the meantime, I want to teach this whore a lesson. Fuck her."

"What, are you serious?" He asks.

"I am most definitely serious."

The man looks at Theresa. The girl shrugs her shoulders. I assume that they must have something going between them, but neither wants to admit it to Kiara.

"Okay then." He says.

"Come on, lady, you can't do this to me." I protest.

Kiara pulls the broom out of me as Aanan drops his pants and crawls behind me, she pulls out her phone and makes a call. I don't recognize whatever she says since it isn't in English.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." The young man says as he shoves his hard cock into my pussy.

Theresa watches him fuck me. The look on her face convinces me that she has more than an interest in this man.

"You fuck my boyfriend, now you can fuck my family." Kiara says to me, as she watches me getting fucked.

I notice that she is on the phone again. Then she says something to Theresa, and the Spanish woman leaves the room.

"Oh my, oh yes." The young man is ready to cum already. He slams his hips against mine and spews his load into my waiting pussy.

"Did it feel good?" Kiara asks him, as he backs away.

"Oh yes." He confirms.

I notice that Theresa is back. I didn't see her come back in. But she obviously saw the guy she likes cumming in me.

"You can go home now. I will wait here until Kabir and Gopal arrive."

"You called my father?" He asks.

"Gopal should know about this too. But no one else. Our father--your grandfather--is never to learn about this."

He leaves. I look at Kiara and discover that she has the broom in her right hand, but she is holding a mop in the other.

She smiles at me. "Since you had many men last night, I thought that you would enjoy two fucks at the same time."

"No, don't even think about it." I say, knowing that my words carry to weight with her.

She returns to the foot of the bed and pushes the broomstick back into my pussy.

"Hold this." She tells Theresa.

When the maid grabs the stick, Kiara raises the mop and pushes the handle up to my asshole.

"No, please don't."

Kiara slowly pushes the hard stick into my ass. I squirm but cannot escape it.

Once she is satisfied that it is in far enough, she takes the broom handle from Theresa and wraps both handles in her right hand, letting the length of the handles behind her hand rest on her right shoulder, and she starts moving them back and forth, fucking both of my holes with the two sticks.

"We will keep this up until my brother arrives." She tells me.

I struggle as the woman gets her revenge on me for dating Tom. She works the staffs in and out of me without rest. I squirm and shift, but nothing helps. Then I feel an orgasm coming on.

Oh fuck, I'm going to cum on a broom.

I orgasm. I think this pleases Kiara. But not enough to get her to stop. The woman continues fucking me with some sadistic pleasure, forcing me to orgasm again.

"You must like this." She tells me.

"No I don't." I insist. Even so, there is something in my body that is finding pleasure in it. The handles are somewhat painful as they slide in and out of me, but they do the job of getting me off.

"My arm is getting tired." Kiara tells the maid. "You do this for a while."

Theresa takes the broom and mop in her hands. Now she is fucking me with them. But she is using both hands, with the broom on one and the mop in the other. Where Kiara was using them in unison, the maid is working them back and forth at rotating intervals, so one is always entering me as the other is pulling out. I'm not sure which is worse.

I see Kiara standing beside the bed. She is holding her phone. Then I hear the clicking sound of a picture being taken.

"Please don't take pictures." I says.

"Just to show what happens to whores who try to use this place." She says.

Kiara sets the phone on the night stand and begins unwrapping her Saree, enough to reveal her legs and crotch, which is covered in white cotton panties.

She climbs onto the head of the bed, draping her legs over my shoulders.

"I always wondered what it would be like to have a woman go down on me. I remember that Tom liked watching that in porn. I don't like porn, but would sometimes watch it with him. He was pretty good at oral sex. Does please you?"

I refuse to answer. Then she says, "Let's see how good you are at pleasing a woman this way. Then, whenever you have sex with Tom, you can remember my vagina in your face."

She pulls her panties aside, revealing her hairy pussy. She has thick, black pubic hair. While holding her panties aside with her right hand, she grabs a handful of my hair with her left hand and forces my face into her crotch.

"No, stop." I say, but I start licking her at once. I cannot believe that this is happening. My boyfriend's ex is making me eat her pussy.

I haven't been licking her for more than two minutes when I have another orgasm. It takes all I can do to continue licking as I climax.

"That is good, make me orgasm now, whore." Kiara says.

I keep licking, knowing that I have to make this woman cum if I'm going to have any chance of getting her to untie me soon.

I don't realize that her left hand is no longer on the back of my head. Then I hear another click. I look up and see that the bitch is holding her phone in her left hand and has just taken a closeup picture of my face buried in her cunt.

She quickly sets the phone down and grabs my head again, holding me in place as I continue licking.

My efforts prevail, and soon Kiara is rocking her hips up and down as I eat her to orgasm. She makes no sound, other than short, labored breathing that, along with her hip motions, and the way her head tilts back, totally give her away. Then there is the increase in wetness I feel spilling onto my face. Yes, she is cumming for me. She pulls my hair, bringing my face tightly against her climaxing pussy until she is finished.

Once done, she quietly lets go of me and gets up off the bed, returning her clothes into their proper place. She looks down at me in triumph. "Now you have satisfied me too."

She goes to the bottom of the bed and takes the broom and mop from Theresa. But she does not stop fucking me with them. Instead she puts both in her right hand and holds them up together again, fucking both of my holes in the same direction as before.

"You should let her do you." She tells the maid.

Theresa shakes her head. "No thank you. Can I go back to work now."

"Theresa, I want to watch this whore lick you just like you watched her lick me. That way we will both keep each other's secret."

Theresa looked down. "Do I have to?"

"You do this and I will tell Gopal not to interfere with you and Aanan's relationship."

"You know about us?" She asked.

"Of course. Besides, you watched her fuck Aanan. She got him off, now get back at her by making her do that to you."

Jesus this woman is a bitch. But Theresa agrees. I hear her removing clothing, then she crawls onto the bed just like Kiara did. She is wearing her top, but nothing from the waste down. Like Kiara, she is not shaved.

"I have never done this." Theresa tells Kiara.

"Neither have I," Kiara admits, "but it felt really good making her do it to me."

I waste no time and begin licking the maid's pussy. I am forced to another orgasm while doing so. I'm guessing that Theresa must be turned on in some way by all of this, because it does not take long before she is responding.

Theresa lays back, her head tilting behind. "Oh dios mio se siente bien."

When her climax ends, Theresa looks forward. She jumps and covers her pussy with her hands, "Dios mio, you took pictures?"

Kiara laughed, still fucking me with the two handles as she says, "I took video of the last part, just to show the whore eating fuddi... your pussy."

"Do not let Aanan, or anyone else see that." Theresa says, as she climbs off the bed.

"This is our secret. Neither of us can tell anyone what she did to us."

Theresa blushes, "You are right, it did feel good. Can I go back to work now?"

"Certainly, but I need to keep the mop and broom for now."

Theresa leaves, and it is just Kiara and me in the room. The woman continues to pump my holes with those fucking sticks. I cum multiple times for her. I don't know how long this has gone on.

The door opens and two men enter.

"Hello, Gopal. I see you finally got her too, Kabir."

"You called me when I was still in bed." The younger man explained. He looks younger than the others. I'm guessing that he is in his early twenties. He is dressed more like a typical young American.

Gopal steps forward, watching what his sister is doing to me with interest. He is a distinguished looking man. Indian, like the rest of them. Taller than the other men, and probably about fifty years of age. Clean shaven and with a lot of gray in his hair.

"So this is the whore?"

"Yes."

Kabir speaks up, "I did not sign her in, Uncle Gopal. A man rented this room. She must have been with him."

"What did he look like?" Kiara asked.

Kabir describes Ricky. I think Kiara was relieved that the description did not match Tom.

"So, you have been punishing her." Gopal said.

"Yes, I let Aanan fuck her too. So did Krish. I thought that you and Kabir could take a turn at her too."

"My father fucked her?" Kabir questioned.

"It was to teach the whore a lesson. Your mother does not need to know." Kiara told the young man.

She did not say anything about making me eat her pussy.

Gopal says, "This is not sex for sex sake, Kabir. Your aunt is correct, we must teach this whore a lesson."

"Well, I'd be happy too fuck her then." Kabir agrees.

"I will go first." Gopal says. "Both of you wait outside until I finish.

Kabir leaves as Kiara removes the broom and mop handles from me. Despite what is about to happen, I am grateful to have those fucking sticks out of me.