Standing in the entrance hall, Vanessa felt like a completely different person. When she had walked into the hotel, she had loved the gazes from the men roaming over her body. She had looked like the temptation in person. Now, she stood out like a scarce wild animal in this noble surrounding,
Her red stockings and bright red hooker platform heels drew attention like moths to the flame. However, her black dress didn't take a back seat to them although this piece of clothing barely earned its name. The two straps that ran separately over each boob merged just below her belly button ending in some tiny hot pants. This way, her enormous cleavage and deeply tanned belly were completely exposed.
But now her dress was totally soaked clinging tightly to her body showing off everything. Her jet dark red hair was totally matted and her skin glistened from cum and sweats. In addition, her forehead flaunted a word for everyone to see.
"CUMWHORE"
She didn't look tempting and sexy anymore. Instead, it was the appearance of the dirtiest bottom whore one could imagine. From the gazes that shot at her, she could sense that all men would love to jump at her treating her in the nastiest, most perverse ways they could come up with.
Somehow, this realization excited her tremendously. The perfect fucktoy for men stood right here – and it was her.
Bathing in this twisted glory, she didn't move until the bellboy stood right in front of her. He took her arm and quickly pulled her out of the hall into the employees' area bringing her out of guests' view. He didn't stop before they were in the goods arrival department.
They came to a halt in front of a steel door leading outside. Looking at her, the young man yelled enraged
"This is an exclusive hotel. We don't tolerate hookers running around."
"Especially not looking like this!" he continued with a disgusted tone in his voice. "I'm instructed to call the police!"
The word 'police' let Vanessa snap out of her lewd state stammering
"Please no! No cops, please!"
"I could get in a lot of trouble if I don't call'em!" he remarked.
"Please!" was all Vanessa could bring out fear creeping up inside of her.
"I guess you're not looking forward to a night in a cold dark cell?" the bellboy remarked his voice taking on a more lustful tone. "I don't know for sure if that wouldn't be the perfect place for such a sleazy ho!"
Vanessa gazed at him knowingly. She looked like a cheap hooker so what did she expect? And this young man didn't give the impression that she was the first hooker to walk through this room.
She had to prove that she was a better slut than these dispensable whores!
Without further ado, she sank to her knees and opened his zipper.
"Do you want this whore to blow your cock?" she teased him.
She took his semi-erect cock into her hand running her tongue over its head.
"Yeah, cumwhore! Show me that you deserve your name." he hissed at her referring to the word still prominently written over her forehead.
Her new name sent a shiver through her body. Being called in such a derogative way turned her on - even after hours of fucking.
She started working his stiff rod only using her mouth running her hand over his chest. The young guy simply leaned back enjoying her efforts. After some more minutes of her slurping on his pulsing cock he said
"Let me fuck those big funbags you got, whore."
Vanessa looked up at him smiling mischievously while she pushed the two straps that clung tightly to her firm round boobs to the sides. This way, her plump globes were pressed out between the straps.
The bellboy let out an admiring whistle. He grabbed them and played with them for some time. Running his fingers over her nipples, they stood up proudly in no time.
"Fuck! You really like this, you ho!" he exclaimed.
"I'm the best cumwhore you will ever find!" she answered with pride in her voice.
Then she pushed her big ripe melons together with a hand on each side. Her very long bright red finger nails formed a strong contrast to her deeply tanned skin.
The young guy didn't hesitate spitting right into the canyon she had just formed and pushed his engorged shaft between these delicious mounds of flesh.
Vanessa started working her fucktits up and down his dick pressing the two globes together tightly to keep them in place. The bellboy couldn't hold on any longer. Taking his erupting cock in his hand, he aimed right at her face. Like a good little whore, Vanessa opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. But only the first spurt landed on it, the rest painting her upper lip and cheek with sticky white goo.
While Vanessa scraped the cum off her face feeding it to herself, the guy took her purse and fetched out her lipstick. He wrote his cell phone number on the inner side of her forearm. Opening the door, he said
"Next time, you call beforehand and come to this door. I'll let you in if I get my share!"
Knowing this wouldn't happen too soon, Vanessa only nodded while she scrambled up onto her feet.
Checking her out a last time, he made her stop in her tracks and lean over to the front. Then he wrote another word on her lower back.
"Now every one can see from every angle what you really are."
"CUMWHORE"
"FUCKMEAT"
While a shiver ran through Vanessa's body from this new humiliation, the bellboy gave her a boot in the ass making her stumble outside. Taken by surprise, she fell onto her hands and knees. Out of nowhere, this final degradation made her cum.
"Get away, you sleazy ho!" he yelled after her and smashed the door shut.
There she was, a dirty cheap hooker standing in a dark back alley in big red platform heels and a tiny dress with cum on her face flaunting the tags "cumwhore" and "fuckmeat".
What else would happen to her until she would finally be home?
First, she didn't dare to take a cap home. It was pretty far but she had attracted enough attention for tonight. But the thought of flaunting her new tags to a taxi driver thrilled her extremely.
How would he react? Would he give her a boot in disgust? Would he drool all over her?
She had to find out.
Vanessa started walking to the next taxi stand. The streets were almost deserted by this time of day. Reaching the taxi rank, it was well lit and there were five cabs standing at the curb waiting. She passed the first four cars wiggling her butt tentatively to make sure that every driver would look at her backside reading her tag. Looking back over her shoulder, she could see dirty grins spreading over their faces.
Arriving at the last cab in line, she leaned over the window presenting her large boobs to the taxi driver. Putting on a sluttish smile, she asked him for the prize for a ride home.
She could see his reaction to her appearance at once. His eyes wandering up from her firm tits, his initially lustful smile turned into an evil grin when he read the tag on her forehead.
Sitting in the back of the cab, she could see the driver's eyes roaming over her body. She started running her hand over her flat belly teasing him. She stroked her nipples with the long red nails of her index fingers until they almost burst through the fabric. Then she grabbed the nipples only with the tips of her slutty red nails and pressed them firmly together. Throwing her head back, she groaned wildly. Finally, she ran her fingers over her crotch until her cameltoe was clearly visible.
During the entire ride, Vanessa wondered how the driver managed to not cause an accident as his eyes were glued to the rear-view mirror the whole time. But they arrived at her front door without any critical incidents. The driver asked her how she wanted to pay almost expecting a sexual payment.
Vanessa felt too tired though. Teasing him had been fun but she was too sore to adequately satisfy him.
She didn't forget to ask for his name though. Maybe, next time she'd need a cap she'd give him the proper reward.
Mark still wasn't at home. He was probably lying on his friend's couch passed out from too much beer. Vanessa looked into the mirror. Her mouth opened and formed a word. First very quiet slowly becoming louder.
"WHORE"
It wasn't as hard anymore and came out really easy. A smile spread over her messed up face. Finally, she had accepted what she was. What she was for Stanton and his partners - a little whore to be used as they liked. And she loved every aspect of it – the money, the satisfaction, the attention.
She was working in the law-office for two month now and couldn't imagine ever doing something else again. She serviced the partners after work looking forward to it the entire day.
By now, the other secretaries not only gossiped about her but openly looked at her with a mixture of envy and dislike - especially when she told them about last Sunday. Miller had taken her out to an exclusive country club and she had to describe every detail to her co-workers. She could almost grab the jealousy shooting at her from their eyes. She knew they would all love to be in her place - beautiful, successful and adored by men. At least, that was what they were thinking and Vanessa wanted them to continue doing so, even increasing their envy further.
After having rubbed this news under her co-workers noses, she had walked into the ladies' restroom and looked into the mirror. This time, she saw an elegant face with sparkling arrogant eyes looking back at her. Quietly, she said the word again.
"LADY"
Last Sunday, she had told Mark that she had to work overtime. He hadn't cared as he had wanted to meet some of his buddies anyway.
It had been the first time that Vanessa had been to such an exclusive place. Miller had enjoyed showing her off to his friends as she was by far the most beautiful woman present. He loved the gazes they were throwing at her. All these looks spoke the same language. How did he manage to get in her pants?
