Master and I were eating dinner I had cooked for us when his burner cell phone rang. He was sitting at the dinette table in his kitchen and I was kneeling at his feet eating my dinner from the plate that was on the floor. I was not good enough to sit at the table and eat. At least that night he allowed me to use a plate and utensils and not eat out of my dog bowl without utensils.
Master answered the phone, there was a brief conversation, and he put the phone on speaker mode so I could listen.
“Tell me again what you want?” Master said after he laid the phone on the table.
“It’s my friend’s fiftieth birthday and we are looking for some entertainment and saw your girl’s ad,” a male voice replied. “We are looking for a stripper and then the girl to entertain us in other ways after.”
“Sure, she likes to entertain and is a good dancer,” Master assured him. “You do understand that any money that is exchanged is for her company only and her dancing and what may or may not happen afterward is up to her and not part of the fee and between consenting adults?”
“Of course,” the man answered. “Hypothetical what is she willing to do if she does consent to more than just dancing?” the man asked after a few seconds pause.
Master chuckled. “That may be easier to answer if you ask what she is not willing to do,” he told the man and I blushed. Master was right, that question would be much easier to answer. “But again that is up to her and not part of the fee. You are going to have to ask her if she decides to do more than just dance. All I do is book the time for her company and nothing else.”
“Understood,” the man replied.
“When would you like to book the appointment?” Master asked. “She is available only for Friday and Saturday nights.”
The two discussed the time and date which was to be the following Saturday night and then Master got the man’s name and what hotel he and his friend would be at. Master asked how many men and for how long would they want my services. The man on the phone said there would be five men total and would pay for all night. Master told the man for that many men there would be an additional one hundred dollar charge. The man agreed.
“I’ll even pack her a goody bag full of things she enjoys to use while she dances and entertains,” Master told the man.
The man on the phone chuckled and said that would be great and the call was ended.
The night of my last appointment arrived and Master told me what to wear. He had me wear a pink, micro-mini dress that was backless and tight and left very little to the imagination. No bra of course and matching pink G-string panties and pink fuck me heels. The heels had straps that went up my calf. He also packed the goody bag he promised.
Inside the duffel-type bag were various items. Some dildos, a collar, a leash, a ball gag, a hooked mouth spreader that also had a nose hook attached, anal plugs of various sizes, a Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator, some bondage restraints, nipple clamps, loose clamps for my pussy lips and clit, a leather-covered paddle, a flogger, a riding crop, two new bottles of lubricant, and a black Sharpie.
I didn’t know if the men would use everything in the bag on me or would know what the Sharpie was for, I did, but the thought of them using the contents of the bag on me excited me. I was looking forward to meeting the five men.
Master told me to make sure the men were well pleased and enjoyed themselves, especially the birthday man. I assured him they would be. He then drove me to the hotel and told me to make sure I got the money upfront, told me to call him the next morning to pick me up, and then handed me a sealed envelope to give to the men. He had written down what they could not do to me.
Master always drove me everywhere since I didn’t have a driver’s license. I did, but when I turned twenty-one and it was time to renew my license, Master told me I didn’t need one since worthless whores like me didn’t need to drive anywhere. Instead, he took me to the DMV and I got a state-issued picture identification-only card.
I owned a car. A car I had before I met Master but since I no longer had a license and didn’t drive he kept my car in his garage. He would drive it on occasion and keep up the maintenance on it so it was not just sitting idle.
I did not mind not having a license and not driving, I liked it. Master took care of me and all my financial needs, paid for my clothes, and paid off my small credit card debt when I moved in with him, etc. I wanted for nothing. My purpose was to serve him and take care of all his needs and desires and I did so happily and with no regret.
I had to walk through the lobby of the hotel dressed as I was and I did get looks and stares from the hotel employees and a few guests. Luckily no kids saw me. I was already aroused with the thoughts of dancing for the men and then what would happen after, but walking through the hotel lobby to the elevator dressed as a street corner hooker and the looks of disgust I got humiliated me and turned me on more.
Based on how I was dressed, I knew they all knew I was a hooker. During my short time as a prostitute, I had been to hotels and cheap motor court-type motels. I have seen movies and TV shows where these nice hotels like the one I was walking into had security and they would run off prostitutes but that never happened to me. I assumed that was just in TV and movies and in reality hotels didn’t care. As long as the guests paid for the rooms they could do pretty much what they wanted in the rooms as long as they didn’t destroy hotel property.
I knocked on the hotel room door and a man answered. He grinned as his eyes looked up and down my body. He looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. He was a little on the chubby side but not unattractive.
“Minh?” the man asked. He pronounced it as “men” but it’s correctly pronounced as min. I didn’t correct him.
Minh was the name I used when I was meeting clients. It was the name of one of my female cousins who I hated and I thought using her name when I was a prostitute was funny.
“Yes,” I replied and smiled.
“Oh, no accent,” he said. “That’s disappointing.”
“Sorry, no but I can make up for it in other ways,” I teased. I am third third-generation Vietnamese-American and while I can speak Vietnamese I don’t have an accent.
The man grinned. “Oh, I am sure you can. You are prettier in person than in your photos,” he told me. “We didn’t expect you to be as pretty and though they may have been fake photos.”
“No, the real me. You get what you pay for,” I gave him a seductive smile, “even more than what you pay for if you want. May I come in?”
“Oh, fuck, sorry,” the man said. “I am just stunned by how good you look. The guys are going to enjoy you.”
“I hope they do and I hope I don’t disappoint,” I flirted.
The man stepped to the side and motioned me into the room with a flourish of his arm. “This way, my lady,” he said.
“Oh darling, I hope you don’t think of me as a lady,” I teased as I walked past him. “That would not be fun for any of us.” He chuckled.
The room was a large master suite. The men were in the living area of the suite waiting for me. They were sitting on the sofa and the two chairs in the room. I don’t remember their names so I won’t even try and recall their names.
There was Birthday Man and a man who looked like an accountant type from TV or movies with a balding head, and pot belly, and he wore wire-rimmed glasses. There was one black man in the room. He was a tall and fat man. The other two were average-looking men. They all looked to be in their fifties. Only Birthday Man was somewhat attractive.
Birthday Man introduced me and again mispronounced the name I used, but I didn’t correct him that time either. That was the last time they used that name to refer to me that night anyway. After that, I was referred to as whore, slut, bitch, cunt, or other degrading names. The men all looked over my body and seemed pleased with what they saw. I noticed four of them had wedding rings on.
I didn’t care, of course. That was none of my business. It was not like I had not been fucked by married people before or people with significant others. I lost my virginity when I was sixteen to my then-best-friend’s boyfriend, and we continued to fuck for several months behind her back.
When I was eighteen and before I met Master I had an affair with an older married man for several months and I knew he was married. I had some loose morals when it came to sex with people who were willing to cheat on their partners. I had loose morals in general.
The Accountant stood up and gave me a white envelope that contained my fee. I didn’t bother counting it and placed it in my clutch purse. I took the note Master had written out of my purse and gave it to the Accountant.
“Master asked that all of you read this first,” I told him.
“Thank you,” the Accountant said and sat back down on the sofa. He sounded like the man who had booked my appointment.
I stood there as the man read the note. When he was done he passed the note to Birthday Man and he looked up at me.
“Is this for real?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied.
“Do you know what it says?” he asked.
I saw Birthday Man grin and he stood up and gave the note to the Black Man who was sitting in one of the chairs.
“No, Sir,” I replied. I didn’t know the actual wording but I suspected it was a list of things they could do to me or a list of things they could not do to me.
“Besides what’s in the note we can do anything else with you?” Birthday Man asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied again as my suspicions were confirmed.
“Your pimp added some other things that we can do to you that are, let’s say, very odd and kinky,” The Accountant told me.
“My Master,” I corrected him.
“Sorry?” he asked. He seemed confused.
“He is my Master, not my pimp,” I answered.
He waved his hand as if he didn’t care to distinguish between the two. “If you don’t know what’s in the note how can you agree to them?” he asked me. “Some of them are quite perverted.”
I smiled. “Master knows what turns me on and what I like sexually. I trust him completely,” I answered honestly.
“This is going to be a fun night,” the Black man said and handed the note to the next man.
“Yeah and you just wanted to go to a strip club,” the Accountant said to Birthday Man and laughed. He then looked at me again. “Hand me the bag.”
I handed him the bag and he opened it. He gave a long whistle when he saw the contents and started pulling some of the items out to show his friends. The men made various comments about the contents and how they were going to use them on me.
“Can we take pictures and make videos?” one of the men asked. He was the only one not wearing a wedding ring.
I hesitated before answering. Of course, I had pictures of me taken in all sorts of humiliating and sexual manners and videos of me getting fucked in various ways and it turned me on. None of my clients during my month of being a prostitute had asked to take photos or had taken any and as far as I knew there were no videos. Maybe some of them made videos by hiding the recording device and did so without my knowledge, but none had asked me if they could record the sex.
“We’ll pay you an extra two hundred,” The Black Man added.
I smiled. Master would be happy with the extra money and I knew he would be pleased that pictures and videos of the things the men may do to me would humiliate me. I also knew the men taking the photos and videos of me being humiliated would arouse me.
“Ok,” I replied.
The men did take a lot of pictures of me on their cell phones that night and some videos. Even one video was made like they were making a porn scene. The Accountant was making the video and directing the others what to do to me, how to pose me, and how I should pose myself. They took pictures and videos from the time I started dancing for them until the next morning right before they left.
Sadly I don’t have those photos or the videos. I would like to have seen them and have them. When I told Master about it, he contacted the Accountant and left a voicemail message asking him to send him the photos and videos. The Accountant never replied.
With all the business taken care of, it was time for the pleasure to begin. I was about to start the playlist of the songs I had prepared to dance to when I heard the Accountant speak to the other men. I looked at him.
“I have something special for us,” he told them as he reached into the pocket of his slacks.
He pulled out a prescription drug bottle. I frowned. I was hoping it was not some type of painkillers he wanted them to take. I didn’t care if they got high in their personal lives, but if they got stoned that night it would take some of the fun out of the evening since the pain pills would dull their senses. I wanted them to enjoy me to the fullest.
He handed out blue pills to his friends. I knew they were not pain pills; it was Viagra. I smiled. The night was going to be even more interesting now. All of the men took the pill. I then started to dance for them.
I had made a playlist for songs to dance to. I had been to strip clubs many times so used what songs I had heard the most there. Master liked to take me and watch the strippers give me a lap dance. He liked taking me to dirty strip clubs where the girls were not very attractive and not the upscale ones with pretty dancers.
Once in a private VIP room, he paid a stripper an extra two hundred dollars to let me eat her pussy and asshole out until she had an orgasm. He picked the ugliest stripper at the club for that to humiliate me further. She told Master that she was not into girls but for two hundred dollars she saw no harm in letting another girl eat her pussy and lick her asshole.
She had an unattractive face and was a heavy-set white girl with a large ass that had cellulite and pimples over the butt cheeks. She must have been working a lot before we got there because her pussy and ass smelled and tasted pungent from sweat and had a heavy musky smell and taste. I rather enjoyed it.
After she orgasmed she told me that I did such a great job that she should pay me. Master laughed and told her I was a nasty whore who gave the use of my mouth and pussy and ass for free to anyone who wanted me. The stripper laughed at me along with Master and she called me a nasty, little Asian Barbie cunt.
I started dancing slow and seductively to Peggy Lee’s Fever. I am a good dancer and like to dance seductively. I didn’t take off any clothes during the song but did flash my boobs and bent over so the men could see my ass.
The next song was Nine Inch Nails’ Closer. I danced faster to it and by the time to song ended, I was down to just my G-string panties and heels. When Theory of a Deadman’s Bad Girlfriend played I started giving the men lap dances. The lap dances lasted through several songs on my playlist.
I started with Birthday Man and moved down to the next man and then the next and so forth. As I gave them lap dances in turns, I would straddle the men and kiss them, the men would touch my ass and fondle my breasts and pinch my nipples. The Black man sucked and bit my nipples and turned me around and licked my ass cheeks.
When I was giving the Accountant his lap dance and I was kissing him, he put two fingers in my pussy and pulled them out, and held his glistening fingers up for the other men to see.
“Damn, fellows, the little slut already has a wet pussy,” he laughed.
I was wet and I was extremely aroused from dancing for them, giving them lap dances, kissing them, and them fondling my body. I knew I was going to have a lot of fun that night and I was hoping that even though I did not know what Master had written in his note to them, they would do everything he said they could to me including the more perverted things that the Accountant said was in the note.
I wanted all five men to fuck me, to gang bang me, double penetrate me, and use my body for their debased sexual pleasures, but I also wanted them to extremely degrade me and treat me like the worthless whore I was.
The Accountant grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back painfully. I whimpered.
“Get on the floor, bitch, and lick my shoes,” he told me. “Clean them good.”
I got on the floor on my hands and knees and started licking his brown loafers. I licked all over them from the top to the bottom soles, making sure I slobbered over them, and then licked my spit off of them. Once I was done with the one shoe, the Accountant had me do the other one. The men were laughing and making crude comments about what I was doing.
When he was satisfied with the job I had done on his shoes I moved to the next man and cleaned his shoes with my tongue as well. I cleaned all five of their pairs of shoes.
Once their shoes were cleaned I was told to dance again for them. I moved back to the center of the room and danced slower and again seductively to I’m A Slave 4 U by Britney Spears. The men cheered me and told me I danced well, danced like a pro, and danced like a whore.
“You fuck her first,” I heard one man tell Birthday Man. “Then we’ll go next.” I stopped dancing and walked to my phone and turned off the music.
I would have liked to dance more for them but I was also glad they wanted me to stop. I was horny and wanted to get fucked.
“No,” replied Birthday Man. “It’s my party so I want her to suck our cocks out here first and then I’ll take her into the room and fuck her.” He looked at me and grinned. “I always wanted to bukkake a nasty slut.”
“You guys are missing the best part,” the Accountant said, “don’t forget her list and her bag. Christmas has come early, fellows and Santa’s elf whore has brought a nice bag of toys for us to use.” He grinned at me. “I think we need to find out why she made the naughty list.” I giggled at that.
“Get on your knees, whore, and crawl over here,” he told me and I obeyed.
I was kneeling at his feet and he started pulling things out of the duffel bag. He pulled out the collar and leash and put it around my neck. The collar had the word “slave” written on the front. He next pulled out the black Sharpie, looked down at me, grinned, and pulled the leash for me to stand up. I did. He then started using the black permanent marker to write words on me. He started with my face.
The Accountant had me open my mouth and form it in an O shape. I didn’t know what he wrote on my cheeks at the time, but I saw it later. He wrote a W and an H on my right cheek and an R and an E on my left cheek. With my mouth formed in an O shape, it spelled the word whore. I thought that was clever of him.
Next, he wrote the same thing over both of my breasts, “Pinch Me Hard”, and drew arrows down to my nipples. Next was on my chest just below my boobs, “Asian Slut”, but he didn’t write the word “Asian”. He wrote the one-word derogatory term used to refer to Asian people that became popular during the Korean and Vietnam Wars. A word I can’t use in the story because I don’t want to violate the site’s policy terms.
I was not offended by the word. Being called that word or being made to refer to myself by that word while getting fucked, dominated, and humiliated aroused me sexually.
Next, the Accountant wrote on my lower belly just above my pussy, “Cum Depository”. He had me turn around, bend over, and spread my butt cheeks apart. He wrote something on my lower back and then I felt him draw a line down my butt crack to my asshole. Next, he wrote some words on my butt cheeks.
I later saw in a mirror what he wrote. Across my lower back, he had written “Anal Whore”, and the line was an arrow down to my asshole. Across my butt cheeks, he had written “Cum Slut” on one side and “Spank me” on the other cheek. Once I was branded by the Sharpie for what I was, he made me bend over again and spread my ass apart once more.
I made a grunting moan of pleasure when he inserted a lubricated finger into my ass and then a louder one when he put a butt plug in my asshole. By the cold feel of it and how it stretched my asshole, I could tell it was the large stainless steel one master had packed. It felt so good inside me. The man had me stand back up and face him as he pulled something else out of the bag.
Nipple clamps. There were two of the clamps and both had chains on them. The clamps at the one end of the chains were alligator clamps and at the other end of the chains was a small weight. I whimpered when he put the clamps on my nipples and the teeth dug into them. I whimpered again when the man held the weights in his hands, brought his hands up to my face, and then let go of the chain.
That gave my nipples a hard tug and the weights pulled and stretched them. It hurt but felt good at the same time. I got aroused by my nipples being hurt. The Accountant then had me get back on my knees and crawl to the center of the room once more.
They had me pose in various humiliating positions, finger my pussy, play with my clit, fuck my asshole with the butt plug, and took pictures and videos of me doing those things to myself. God, I was so horny and unable to refrain myself any longer.
“Please, fuck me now,” I begged them. “Please, Sirs, please fuck me. I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me and let me cum.” I felt the need to orgasm desperately. They laughed at my suffering.
“Seems your pimp told us we can do anything we want to you anyway so your promises are empty ones,” Birthday Man told me. I was so horny and in such need to cum that I didn’t even bother correcting him that Master was not my pimp.
Birthday Man was the first to stand up and walk over to me and the other men quickly followed his lead. They made a circle around me, pulled their pants down to their ankles and I saw that the Viagra was already working or maybe I had aroused them that much. I was surrounded by five hard cocks. Since it was Birthday Man’s birthday I took his cock in my mouth first.
I didn’t do anything fancy or seductively while I sucked his cock. I just took him in my mouth and started bobbing my head back and forth. Based on his moans of pleasure he didn’t seem to mind. I reached up and took a cock in each hand, not knowing whose it was, and started jerking them off.
During my time giving them all blow jobs and hand jobs, my head was pulled this way, and that, I had cocks forced in my mouth, my mouth fucked, and always had a cock in each hand. My hair was pulled to force my head around and I had to shift my body to suck the man’s cock that was behind me. It was Fat Black Man. His cock was the largest of the five and must have been nine inches long and thick as well. He pulled my hair to force me to look up at him and he was grinning at me.
“Thank you can handle that?” he taunted me.
I just smiled, parted my lips, took his large cock in my mouth, and deep-throated him. Yes, I could handle it.
He laughed. “Yeah let’s see how the Asian cunt does when I put it up her ass,” he told his friends. He didn’t use the word Asian however; he used that word that was written across my chest.
He then pulled my head back by my hair and then grabbed my chin and squeezed hard. I whimpered out as he lowered his head and spit in my face. He spit again and then again and the fourth time he spit in my forced-open mouth. The Fat Black Man then started fucking my mouth.
The men again pulled my head from one cock to the next as they fucked my mouth. They took my hands and placed them from one cock to the next, they called me degrading names, spit on my face and in my mouth, and force me to deep throat them as they pinched my nose so I could not breathe. At times one of them would get down and start fucking my asshole with the anal plug while others pulled the chains on the nipple clamps.
I was gagging and choking on their cocks, I had their spit all over my face, my saliva running down my chin, tears from my watery eyes running down my cheeks, and snot running out of my nose. When they would let me breath to catch my breath I would plead with them to fuck me or at least let me cum. They denied me that pleasure and laughed at my distress. It was great! Well, except for the denial of me having an orgasm.
One of the men grunted out he was about to cum and grabbed my hair and pulled it hard to hold my head still. His cock was about an inch from my face. I knew they wanted to cum over my face, but I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue in hopes of catching some cum at least.
I didn’t. He spurted his cums over my forehead, in my hair, and around my closed eyes. All five men came over my face at different intervals and I was lucky enough to get some cum in my mouth which I eagerly swallowed. After they were done my face and areas of my hair were painted in cum.
I had my eyes closed as one of the men wiped around my eyes but left cum on the rest of my face. When I was able to open my eyes I saw that he had wiped my face with my dress. Someone pulled hard on the leash that was attached to the collar around my neck and I fell onto my stomach.
“Get up, whore, and come with me,” the holder of the leash said. I looked up and it was Birthday Man. He was pulling up his pants. “No, on your hands and knees and crawl like the bitch you are,” he told me as I was getting to my feet and pulled hard on the leash again.
He picked up the “goodie bag” Master had packed and I crawled on my hands and knees as I followed him to one of the bedrooms of the hotel suite. As we made our way to the bedroom, several times Birthday Man would give the leash a hard tug and I would fall face-first onto the floor. The other men laughed at me.
Once in the bedroom, he pulled the plush-down comforter off the bed, ordered me to get on the edge of the bed face down, with my butt up, and told me to put my hands behind my back. I looked over my shoulder and saw him pulling items out of the bag.
“How do these work?” he asked me as he held up black leather restraints.
I explained how they worked. The restraints were of black leather with two sets of padded, buckle cuffs attached to the leather straps. One set of cuffs went on the wrist and the other on the ankles and the cuffs were attached by stainless steel chains. The chains for the foot cuffs were longer than the wrist cuffs. I told him that the cuffs would be separated so that the wrist and feet cuffs could be used separately. Birthday man separated the cuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back.
Next, he pulled out the hooked mouth spreader and put it in my mouth, put the nostril hooks in my nose, and buckled the buckle at the back of my head. He tightened the nose hooks to painfully pull my nostril up to give me a pig nose. He grabbed a handful of my hair, laughed at me for how I looked, and called me a pathetic Asian whore; but he didn’t use the word Asian but the racist word for Asian people. He then spit on my face once and then in my mouth once.
“Today is my fiftieth birthday,” he told me what I already knew, “and since I am too old to be spanked you get to enjoy my birthday spanking.” He let go of my hair, got off the bed, and stood behind me.
I started making muffled whimpers and squirming around on the bed as Birthday Man pulled the paddle from the bag. The paddle was hard with a flexible shaft and covered in black leather. I started to cry even before he struck me with it.
This may be a surprise to readers, but I am not a masochist and not into pain. While some pain turns me on such as having my nipples clamped, pulled, pinched, etc., or having my pussy lips and clit clamped or my hair pulled hard; being spanked hard or flogged just hurts. Due to that, it’s easy for Master’s punishments he gives me to take hold and I learn my lesson quickly.
I endure the pain, however, because when it’s due to punishment it’s because I deserve it and need to have my behavior corrected. When it’s not done as punishment but because Master or another man spanks me or flogs me etc. I endure it and accept it because it pleases them. Although the pain of it does not turn me on the dominance they have over me while doing it does as well as the feeling of being humiliated from being spanked and begging and crying for them to stop.
“Stop squirming,” he told me and I did.
I braced myself for the spanking. Fifty spanks on my ass were going to be a lot. Birthday Man started to paddle me and he paddled me hard. He paddled me fifteen times on each butt cheek, alternating between them. I was crying and due to the mouth spreader, I could not swallow so gobs of spit were pouring out of my mouth onto the bed. My ass felt like it was on fire. As he spanked me I was making incoherent pleas and begging for him to stop. He didn’t.
After the last one smack on my now tender butt, Birthday Man tossed the paddle on the bed and I was grateful he was done. He wasn’t done, however; he took off his thin leather belt, folded it, and used it to give me the last twenty spanks. He struck me with the belt on my butt cheeks and the back of my upper thighs. I could feel welts start to form.
When Birthday Man was done, he tossed his belt to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed next to my head. He didn’t say anything as I lay with my face in the puddle of salvia and tears running down my cum covered face. He took off his shoes and socks, stood up took off the rest of his clothes, and then again pulled my head up by my hair. Birthday Man then shoved his hard cock into my spread-open mouth.
I gagged and choked as he fucked my mouth for about two minutes while he painfully pulled my hair. He then pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“It’s time you get that ass fucked now, you stupid cunt,” he told me.
I again started making incoherent pleas. I was not begging for him not to fuck my ass, but for him to fuck my pussy because I was so aroused and desperately needed to cum.
Birthday Man let go of my hair and walked behind me. I made a muffled, grunting moan when he pulled the anal plug from my ass in one single jerk. I moaned again when he put a lubricated finger in my asshole. It felt good and I enjoyed it when he started twisting it inside me. I moaned again as he pulled his finger out of my butt.
“Damn, bitch, your pussy is soaking wet,” he laughed at me as he ran his fingers over my pussy. “Your pimp was right in his note; you are a pathetic, worthless, whore who gets off on being treated as such.”
I wanted Birthday Man to keep playing with my pussy. I wanted him to finger fuck me. I desperately wanted him to fuck my pussy. He didn’t do any of the things I wanted and I didn’t expect him to. Master was right in his note; I am a worthless whore who gets off on being degraded as I was by the men and I was there to satisfy their perverse desires. Of course, I was going to enjoy satisfying their perverse desires because I am a worthless whore, but damn, I wanted to cum badly.
Birthday Man spread my ass cheeks apart and I felt his cock touch the entrance to my ass. I grunted out loudly and my head jerked up as he entered my butt in one hard, single thrust. He buried his cock in my ass with that one trust. It felt so good.
The man then started to fuck my asshole brutally. As he fucked me in the butt, he would pull my hair; slap my tender butt cheeks to cause me more pain, press his finger hard into the welts on my butt, pull hard on the chains attached to the nipple clamps, and verbally degrade me. It was wonderful even if I was not allowed to orgasm.
When Birthday Man came, he pulled out of me and shot his cum all over my butt and lower back. After his climax, he smacked my butt cheeks hard several times.
“Now to get you ready for the other guys,” he told me.
Birthday Man turned me over on my back and attached the ankle cuffs to my feet. They bond me with my right wrist attached to my right ankle and my left wrist to my left ankle. The chains between the cuffs were not very long so now my body was almost hog-tied with my legs and arms up and my pussy and asshole fully exposed. Birthday Man left me like that on the bed and went to get the other men.
The five men came into the room and all of them started to take off their clothes.
“Damn, you wore the whore’s ass out, didn’t you?” One of the men said as he saw my red butt cheeks and the welts on my butt and the back of my upper thighs. They again laughed at me.
I assumed they had already decided what order they were going to fuck me in because Man Three went first. He got on the bed, penetrated my pussy on one thrust, and started to fuck me. I was grateful he fucked my pussy and as he fucked me hard I quickly had an orgasm. I had two orgasms before he was done.
When Man Three was going to cum, he also pulled out of me, straddled my chest, lined his cock up with my spread-open mouth, and jerked off until his cum exploded into my mouth. After he was finished the Accountant went next. He did the same thing when he had an orgasm; straddled my chest and shot his cum into my spread-open mouth.
The next man did the same thing, fucked my pussy hard and when he orgasmed he came in my mouth. The Black Man went last and he shoved his large cock into my asshole and fucked my ass violently and he also sprayed his cum into my mouth.
As they were fucking me they were calling me a nasty whore, an Asian cunt (again using the racist term and not the word Asian), a worthless bitch, and many other degrading names. I had several orgasms throughout the ordeal. Again, it was wonderful to be fucked and treated as I was by these five men.
With the mouth spreader stretching my mouth open it was difficult for me to swallow all the cum the men shot into my mouth and I choked when I tried. Most of it and my spit ran out of my mouth; down my chin and the sides of my mouth. As I was trying my best to swallow the delightful sex fluid and choking the men laughed at my distress.
After the Black Man was done, the Viagra they took seemed to have its desired effect because Birthday Man was fully erect again. He didn’t fuck me right away though. He removed the mouth spreader and I gagged a few times and was finally able to swallow. Birthday Man then took the flogger out of the duffel bag and I whimpered and again started squirming. I managed to turn to my side, but the Black Man grabbed my hair and pulled hard as he positioned me on my back again.
Birthday Man started to flog me. He started with my chest and flogged my breasts. After three hits with the flogger, I started to cry out loudly.
“Someone shut the cunt up,” he told his friends. The Account put the ball gag in my mouth.
Birthday Man then started flogging me again. He flogged my breasts, knocking off the nipple clamp from my right nipple, my stomach, and then flogged my pussy. I was whimpering and begging with muffled pleas through the ball gag for him to stop. When he did stop, my chest, stomach, and pussy were all red from the flogging and hurting.
Birthday Man tossed the flogger on the floor, removed the cuffs, and again cuffed my hands behind my back, and then he lay down on the bed on his back next to me.
“Well, bitch, what are you waiting for?” he asked. “Climb on and put my cock in your skanky pussy.”
I clumsily got on top of him, which was difficult with my hands cuffed behind my back, and did my best to line my pussy up with his cock. Birthday Man would move his hips so I kept missing his penis. Of course, the men laughed at me as I tried. He finally reached up with one hand, started pinching my nipple and twisting it hard while he took his cock in his other hand and held it still.
“Now fuck me like the whore you are,” he told me.
I lowered my butt and his cock penetrated me and I started to ride his penis hard and fast. As I was fucking him he would painfully twist my nipple that the clamp had come off of and pinch the clamp tight on my other nipple. I had another orgasm.
“Fuck, this slut really likes this shit doesn’t she,” I heard one man say and laugh.
Birthday Man grabbed my breasts, squeezed them, and pulled my tits for me to lie on top of him. He let go and placed his hands on my butt cheeks and spread them apart.
“Someone come over here and fuck this cunt in the ass,” he said.
I looked over my shoulder and saw Man Three get on the bed behind me and then felt his cock penetrate my asshole. As they double penetrated me, Birthday Man didn’t move but kept tormenting my nipples; Man Three grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he pounded my asshole with his cock. I had yet another orgasm from the combined sensations of having a cock in my pussy, my ass fucked brutally, my hair being pulled, and my nipples painfully tortured.
Since Birthday Man didn’t move and Man Three was fucking my butt so hard he orgasmed first. He pulled out of me and came over my butt cheeks. When he pulled out of me his cock was replaced by the Accountant’s and he also fucked my asshole hard while pulling my hair. When he climaxed he also pulled out of me and shot his cum on my butt cheeks.
After the Accountant finished, Birthday Man held me tight, placed his feet flat on the bed, and started thrusting hard into me. When he was going to cum, he pushed me off of him, kneeled over my body, and came over my breasts and chest.
The Black Man got on the bed and he also had me climb on his body and he told me to fuck him as well. As I was bouncing up and down on his large black cock, Man Two got behind me and fucked my ass. When they both orgasmed, they didn’t cum inside me but shot cum over my body as well.
After they were done the men took a short break. Birthday Man removed the cuffs from my wrists and the ball gag from my mouth and I lay on the bed, curled up in the fetal position, and was whimpering due to the pain I still felt from the spanking and the flogger. Other than being spanked as hard and as many times as I was and the flogging, everything else they did to me was extremely enjoyable.
After their short rest and with the Viagra working, the men fucked me again and again. They continued to fuck me in both my pussy and asshole, double penetrated me several more times, I sucked their cocks, stuck my tongue up their buttholes, and they continued to verbally and physically degrade me. Then men would force my face into the multiple wet spots on the bed, rub my face in them, and make me lick the wet spots. They continued to take photos and make videos throughout the night.
It was great and I had many orgasms that night and they certainly got their money’s worth from using me. Besides, when the men would cum in my mouth, none of them came inside my pussy or asshole. They would pull out and come on my face or body. The Accountant seemed to take great pleasure in coming in my hair because he always did when he orgasmed.
During their periods of resting, I was not allowed to be idle for the most part. While they didn’t use everything Master had packed in the bag, they used most of them. They would use them on me or have me use them on myself. Two of them held me down on the bed as one man used the Magic Wand on my clit while Birthday Man fucked my asshole with a dildo. I had an intense and great orgasm from that. I loved the Magic Wand being used on me.
I don’t know how long they continued using my body for their perverse pleasures, but finally, they were becoming spent. I was grateful for that. While I enjoyed what they did to me and how they treated me, I was getting exhausted and sore. Both my pussy and asshole were sore and my body muscles ached from all the different positions they put me in while they fucked me. I started to feel nauseous from all the cum I swallowed.
The last man to fuck me was Black Man, who had an asshole fetish. He mostly fucked my ass with that big black cock of his. He laid me on my back, put my legs on his shoulders, penetrated my butthole, and fucked me violently in the ass. He used his body weight to push my legs above my head and my butt off the bed. When he orgasmed, he was the only one to cum inside me and he came in my asshole.
After he was done, the other men spent, Black Man pushed me hard and I fell on the floor. “Worthless cunts don’t sleep in beds,” he told me.
I was whimpering from my asshole being pounded so hard and just curled up on the floor. My body and hair were covered in cum and I smelled of sex, sweat, and cum. The Accountant spread a blanket over me and placed a pillow under my head. I thought that was kind of him to do. All the men left the room and went back into the living room of the suite and left me on the floor.
I was exhausted and fell asleep quickly, but before I did I could hear them talking and laughing about what they did to me. It was a great night for me and I was so glad Master had sold me to the five men for the night. I was going to have to try and think of something special to thank Master for it.
I woke up the next morning from someone nudging my body with a foot. I looked over and saw Birthday Man sitting on the edge of the bed in just his underwear and a tee shirt.
“Get up, whore,” he told me. “We’re not done with you yet.”
I again whimpered because I was so worn out. My body ached more than it did and my pussy and asshole were sorer from the abuse they took the previous night.
“Have fun last night?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I told him honestly.
“We did also. Money well spent,” he said and grinned. “The little bitch is awake,” he then called out to his friends and looked down at me as I whimpered again.
I would allow them to fuck me again, of course. They had paid for me and even though I was so sore I would mostly cum again. Birthday Man, who had slept in the room, laughed at me.
“Don’t worry, cunt, we are not going to fuck you again,” he assured me. “Although I am sure a whore like you would want it. We are going to shower you.”
I smiled and was grateful they were not going to fuck me again and also they were going to let me shower. I smelled horrible and had dried cum over my body and in my hair.
“Thank you, Sir,” I told him. “I have to pee also.”
He laughed at that. “Of course, you can piss before your shower,” he told me. “We are not sadists who won’t let you pee.”
The other men came into the room and Birthday Man stood up, bent down, and took the leash attached to the collar around my neck in his hand. I looked at the other men. Black Man and Man Two were fully dressed except for their shoes and the other men were wearing just their underwear and the shirts they had on the night before when I met them.
Birthday Man tugged the leash and I knew he wanted me to crawl to the bathroom. I did. Once in the bathroom, they had me get into the tub and Birthday Man flipped the level that would prevent water from draining out of the tub.
“I…I have to pee,” I reminded him.
He laughed and the other men chuckled. “So pee,” he told me and then grinned. “What kind of shower did you think a worthless whore like you gets?” he asked his rhetorical question.
Birthday Man, The Accountant, and Man Two stood next to the tub and Black Man and Man Three stood behind them. Birthday Man and the Accountant pulled the front of their underwear down and took out their cocks while Man Two unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
They began to urinate on me as I peed in the tub. I looked down and closed my mouth and eyes when The Accountant aimed his penis at my head and peed on my hair. The other two men peed on my body.
It was their first pee of the morning and their piss was yellow and pungent with the smell of urine as was mine. The warm fluid covered me and since the drain was stopped up their pee and mine started to fill the tub. I sat there in the puddle of piss as Black Man and Man Three moved up and urinated on me as well. Black Man had been recording my pee shower and he handed his phone to Birthday Man to continue the video.
After they were done they once again laughed at me and The Accountant had me stand up and told me to drain the tub. I did. One of them handed me something to dry myself off with and I noticed it was my dress. I patted myself dry as best as I could. The material of the dress was absorbent so it didn’t do a very good job of soaking up the pee.
As I dried myself the best I could, the men left the bathroom and prepared to go home. I would shower once they left and then call Master to bring me a change of clothes when he came to pick me up. I walked into the bedroom, slightly dripping with urine and my hair damp with pee, and saw The Accountant and Man Two sitting on the bed.
Both were in just their underwear. I noticed someone was kind enough to pack up all the items and put them back in the bag. I heard in the living room the other men talking and preparing to leave.
The Accountant looked at me and smiled. “We are going to fuck you before we leave. We have to hurry because it’s almost check-out time.”
I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand and so it was only a little over thirty minutes before eleven in the morning. Having spent many nights in various hotel rooms and motel rooms since I became Master’s sex slave, I knew check-out time was eleven and if you stayed after that you had to pay for another night.
If they both fucked me again, even short quickies, I would not have time to shower. I could stay longer and use some of the money I was paid to be their whore to pay for another night just to shower, but Master would be very upset and punish me. I didn’t know what to do but would figure that out after the two men fucked me.
Even as sore as I was, I was aroused and wanted to get fucked. The Golden Shower the men gave me had turned me on a great deal. My pussy was wet and it was wet from more than urine.
I dropped my dress to the floor and the men had me get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed so they could fuck me from behind. They wanted as little of their bodies touching my piss-covered body. They then took turns fucking me, but sadly I didn’t cum because they both fucked my ass.
I lay on the bed on my stomach as the men got dressed. The Accountant placed several twenty-dollar bills on the nightstand.
“That’s not for you,” he told me. “That’s for the poor maid who had to clean up the mess you made and pick up cum, pussy juice, and piss-covered sheets.”
The sheets were slightly damp with urine from my body. They left me there in the hotel room. I got up and walked into the living room area of the suite, took my phone from my purse, and called Master to come pick me up. I did check my purse to make sure the money the men paid for my services was still there. It was. The men had been quick when they fucked my ass so I had about fifteen minutes before check out.
I told Master to please hurry and bring me some new clothes. He asked me why I needed another set of clothes and I told him. He laughed and told me no that he was not going to bring a change of clothes. I asked if he would pick me up at the back door of the hotel and again he said no. He wanted me to walk through the lobby and sit in front of the hotel and wait for him.
I was still horny from the “shower” I had gotten and then getting fucked in the ass twice and not being able to orgasm. Being the pathetic, nasty whore I am; I went back into the bedroom pulled a penis-shaped dildo and the Magic Wand out of the bag and laid on the floor, and used them on myself. The Magic Wand on my clit and the dildo fucking my pussy. I didn’t want to get back in the bed because of my body being pissed on and cum from the previous night.
I knew I should not do it and didn’t have time to get myself off, but as I mentioned, I am a pathetic whore who can’t control her sexual urges and I badly needed to cum.
After I made myself cum I started getting dressed. I put on my pee-damp dress that was also stained from cum from using it to wipe myself the previous night when the phone to the room rang. I answered it and it was the front desk reminding me it was past check-out time. The man informed me if I was to stay another night that I would have to come down and pay another night since the one-night stay had been paid in cash. I told him I was leaving now.
Not being able to shower I reeked of urine and my hair was still damp from the pee as well. To make matters worse I still had the words the men wrote on my body in permanent marker on me and the letters W, H, R, and E on my face.
When I was at the elevator, the door opened, and inside was a middle-aged couple. I didn’t get on the elevator and decided to take the stairs. I heard the woman say something about how could a nice hotel like this one allow prostitutes.
My quick walk through the lobby was humiliating and I got several disapproving looks from people who saw me. Once outside I sat on a bench that was a little distance from the entrance to the hotel and waited about fifteen minutes before Master arrived to pick me up.
So ended my brief stint as a prostitute and Master bought new tires for his car. I was very pleased with myself that I got to help him and also enjoyed helping him with the tires immensely.
