The motel lobby was dimly lit and smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap air freshener. I walked in, my heart racing with nervous anticipation as David's instructions echoed in my mind. My knees wobbled beneath me, the clunky blue plastic heels adding to my shakiness. The man behind the desk, engrossed in his book, looked up at the sound of the door opening. His eyes immediately locked onto me, shamelessly taking in every inch of my barely dressed 6’1” body.

My mind wanted me to lower my head and find a way to hide as I had done many times before. I tried to find a way to make myself smaller, but I fought the urge and forced myself to stand tall, trying to ignore the butterflies flitting wildly in my stomach. I knew I must look ridiculous in my tight red tank top, straining to contain my 36 double D breasts, but I wasn’t going to turn back now.

"How can I help you?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow as his gaze lingered on me.

I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as he openly ogled me. Swallowing hard, I replied in a quiet voice: "I need a room."

"It's $15 an hour or $46 for the night," he stated, finally tearing his gaze away from my breasts and smirking as he finally made eye contact with me.

I had never felt more exposed in my life, the vinyl blue miniskirt barely covering my ass, and the straps of the black garter belt holding up my stockings. I fished the cash out of my purse for a full night and handed him the money. He counted it slowly as he looked at me before putting the cash in the till and giving me the room key.

I quickly walked down the corridor with a small purse filled with condoms and makeup. I clutched the key tighter, reminding myself why I was there. I wanted to be here; No! I needed to be here. “Room 127,” I texted to David as I made my way down the hallway.

David was a guy I had met through a kinks and fetishes website. That was ten months ago, and over the last ten months, we have gotten to know each other; I grew comfortable sharing most of my intimate and perverse desires. After three months of online video chats, we met for coffee. He was about six years older than me, and not my type. Not that he was bad-looking or anything, it's just I did not find him all that attractive. Although I am attracted to older men, he didn’t do much for me. He was not all that fit, and in public, he did not seem to assert himself. Three days later, I accepted his invitation to his home to see his playroom the following Friday night. An hour after I arrived, I knew I would do whatever he asked of me. Three tequila shots and an hour and a half later, I was tied to his bed getting my pussy railed. Since that day, he has helped me find my limits, or lack thereof.

I was lying beside him in his bed, rubbing the rope burns with cum leaking from my ass after a particularly hard fucking when I shared with him my prostitute fantasies. It's not a normal fantasy that I think most women have. You know the high-end escort at the fancy hotel. Mine was a bit sluttier and darker.  I wanted the cheap whore experience. I wanted to be used for sex. I wanted a strange man, men to rent my body to do with as they wish and be nothing more than a hole to fill for them. David said he could make it happen if I was willing. I was willing, and I was torn. I wanted this, but what would happen if I did it? Could I be me again? How would I change? Would I be the same after? Would I want to be?

I told him yes.

He was pleased but not convinced, or the excuse to convince him was a reason to take nude photos of me that I had not allowed to this point in our relationship. He insisted he needed them to market to potential clients. A few photos turned into an all-out photo shoot. He took pictures of me in a variety of lingerie and poses, taking picture after picture as I stripped out of the items until I was nude. Then more nude poses with final pictures of me sucking his cock, and pics of his cock in my pussy and ass, and finally of my cum-covered face smiling up at him. I was sure he didn’t need all of the pictures,  and I almost protested a few times, but reminded myself of the possibilities of what he had promised.

Now here I was, dressed like a whore I have always wanted to be, sliding the card key into the motel room lock.

The room was every bit as seedy as I'd imagined. Stained and faded walls. A credenza with an old 19-inch tube TV was pushed up against the wall opposite the queen-sized bed with a saggy mattress.  Two worn nightstands flanked each side of the bed. Each nightstand held a lamp with cigarette burns in the shades. There was an old digital radio alarm clock next to the telephone on one of the stands in the corner of the room was a recliner, and next to it, under the larger picture window, was a small table with a couple of wooden chairs.  I put my purse down next to the TV, closed the curtain before I did, and took a seat in the recliner.

I had barely sat down when there was a soft knock at the door. My heart leaped into my throat as David entered the room, his broad shoulders filling the space. He shut the door behind him, and suddenly it was just us, just a prostitute and her pimp. He moved to the TV and turned it on. A porno movie was playing on the screen. It showed a small redhead covered in tattoos. She was bent over a motorcycle getting fucked from behind by a guy dressed like a biker. David turned to me and eyed me up and down, desire in his eyes. “Leave the TV on to help with the mood.”  

I looked at the screen, then back up at him, thinking how I was dressed would not be enough to convince these men would need porn to help them.

"You ready to do this?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

I nodded, trying to speak. “This was really happening,” I thought. "Yes," I breathed, barely recognizing my voice when I finally willed myself to say something.

He grinned, a wolfish glint in his eyes. "Then let's get started."He pulled me out of the chair and then pushed me to my knees.

I was barely 23 and had learned early on in life that when a man pushes you to your knees, it's time to open your mouth and start sucking. I quickly fumbled with his pants, my hands trembling as I fought with the zipper. Was it excitement or nerves? I wasn’t sure. His cock sprang free, hard and ready for my mouth. I knew what to do. Imitating my favorite porn stars, I leaned in and took his growing cock in my hand, stroking it, licking it, and kissing the head as I did.

David's body towered over me; he seemed to dominate the cramped room as I knelt before him. My long, blonde hair fell in waves over my shoulders. He ran his hands through my hair, petting me as I bobbed my head in time with his moans. I could feel my pussy getting wet, as my mind began to wander. This was what I'd fantasized about, the taboo thrill of it all sent shivers down my spine as he moaned again.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his hands still running through my hair. "Take it all."

Like an obedient slut I did as I was told, sliding my lips down his shaft, taking him deeper into my warm mouth until it hit the back of my throat. He tasted of salt and musk, a combination that sent a thrill through me as he pulled me further onto his cock. I started to gag before he pulled my head back.

The room felt like it began to spin as the blow job turned into a more aggressive mouth fucking. I was nothing but a hole for his gratification, just like a proper whore should be, and I fucking loved it. He picked up his pace even more, slamming his cock into my mouth, his balls bouncing off my chin. God, my pussy was getting so wet.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted, warning me just before his hot, salty cream filled my mouth. He held my hair tight as his cock twitched and spasmed. I was forced to swallow it all, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste while oddly feeling proud of myself. The feeling lasted just a few moments, as I mentally began crossing over to my new whore persona that was beginning to grow in the depths of my soul. 

His cock slipped from my mouth. “Mmmmm, that was good, Kaylee,” he looked at his watch as he spoke, “Now get your ass in the bathroom and fix yourself up, your first customer will be here soon.”

I jumped to my feet, grabbed my bag, and quickly took the three steps to the dingy bathroom.

“Be sure to use some mouthwash like we talked about,” he called after me. I got a look at myself in the cracked mirror above the sink. My red lipstick was smeared, and my makeup was slightly smudged. Who was this girl staring back at me? I asked myself. For tonight at least, I will be a hooker named Jade. I replied to my reflection in my mind before spitting out the last dregs of David's cum and rinsing my mouth out. I straightened up my hair, wiped away the smeared makeup, and quickly reapplied my lipstick. 

“This will be a night to remember,” I said out loud to my reflection before taking one last deep breath, grabbing the condoms and lube from my bag, and joining David in the bedroom.

I crossed the threshold from the bathroom to the bedroom when there was a hard knock on the door.

“Ready?” David asked me, nodding his head toward the door.

I took a deep breath, my eyes wide, and I could not answer.

“Remember, these guys have paid good money for you, so make them happy. They have all paid for an hour, so during that time they own ass, mouth, and fat cunt of yours, so be a good slut and do what they say, are we clear, slut?”

His eyes bored into mine, a question and a dare all in one.

“Yes, I understand,” I replied meekly. The person on the other side of the door knocked again. This time, the knock was a little harder and a little more impatient. Whoever it was was anxious to get his time started. I felt a little sick to my stomach. David smiled and opened the door wide.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to rush you all,” the strangers said, seeing David at the door instead of the whore that he had hired.

“No! No!  No rush at all, I was just done with her. That one is a hot piece of ass for sure,” David said as he turned to look at me, giving me one last wink as he stepped out of view.

The man stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him.

Once the door clicked shut, I suddenly felt a little frightened and very alone in the small motel room with a stranger. My heart was racing with excitement while, at the same time, fear coursed through me. I stared at him while he stared at me. Time seemed to be standing still. Will he be rough? Gentle? Dominant? Submissive? I didn't know what to expect from him or any of the men, for that matter, and it excited me.

He was shorter than I expected - just about 5'10", not tall or intimidating like I had imagined my customers for the night would be.  He wore jeans and a polo shirt, nothing fancy but not cheap either. The smell of cologne was strong, and I assumed he had doused himself with some in his car in the parking lot.  His brown hair with a few strands of gray was well-kept, but the most prominent feature was his deep acne scars. I tried not to stare. Having been bullied myself in high school over my breast size and height, I suddenly felt some pity for him as we stood there, neither of us knowing what to do. 

The awkward silence became too much, and I finally spoke and stepped closer to him. “Hi, lover, glad you could make it,” I said with a strained smile. “Glad you could make it?” I thought to myself. What a stupid thing to say. I must have sounded like an idiot to him. I continued to force a smile as I closed the gap between us, my mind wandering what his plans might be for me tonight.

He finally spoke, his voice low and throaty. "You’re Jade, huh?" He smirked, his eyes raking down my body, taking in every inch. I swallowed hard as he stepped forward, closing the gap and grabbing my breasts through my thin top. "You look nothing like a Jade," he muttered before taking my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them, then using them as handles to pull me close to him, causing me to wince from the pain and pressure.

He let go and ran his hands over me as he slowly circled me. I imagined he was taking in and admiring every exposed curve and crevice of my body as I stood in front of him.

"You're so young and tight, and so fucking tall. How tall are you, girl?" he asks, running his rough hands under my skirt, feeling the bare flesh of my ass.

“I’m 6'1”, taller with the heels on.” I look over my shoulder to see his scared face. All the pity I had for him had dissolved away with his tone and attitude.

He suddenly moved away to the far end of the room and pulled the chair from the table. Sitting down, he leaned the chair back against the wall. “Why don’t you dance around a little for me and strip off them clothes”.

I smiled at him. My legs felt heavy, as if my feet were glued to the floor, but I found a way to move to the nightstand and turn on the old clock radio.

I quickly found the pop station I listen to when I am driving. The speaker crackled and sounded hollow, showing the radio's age. The music was barely audible from the crackly speaker, but I began to move my hips to it anyway, unsure what else to do. I started with small sways and twists of my hip, despite feeling ridiculous, I had an overwhelming desire to please him. I tried to dance like the women I had seen the time I had been to a strip club. I closed my eyes, bending at the waist, my legs spread wide, letting him get a nice view of my ass as I slowly ran my hands up my legs, as I stood back up. His eyes looked through me while he held the grin of a hungry predator on his face. He was studying me, mentally running scenarios in his head on what he was planning to use my body, and for the first time since he entered the room, I felt heat building between my legs.  I grew bolder, and I started to move more provocatively, pulling my tank top over my head and letting him see my large breasts for the first time. He smiled and licked his lips as I danced over to him. Placing my hands on the arms of the cheap wooden chair, I thrust my breast into his face. I moved my shoulders side to side, forcing my tits to assault his cheeks before quickly spinning and dancing away from him.

“FUCK GIRL YOU HAVE SOME BIG TITS!” 

I spun back around, my hands on my hips, ready to lower my skirt, and I saw him working to free his cock from the confines of his pants.

I feel myself giving in to the moment as my body easily moves with the rhythm of the music, turning my back to him again. I bend at the waist and push the tiny skirt down my legs. I can hear him grunt and the sound of skin rubbing against skin. I slowly rotated my hips as I turned around. Although I knew what I was going to see, I was not ready for the shock of it. Our eyes met for a moment while his eyes darted up and down my body, taking all of me in. His leering eyes lingered on my exposed tits while he stroked his cock, his pants pooled around his ankles. 

He started to kick on his shoes. “Come here, whore," he said, beckoning me over with a nod of his head, his eyes still burning holes in my nipples. 

I swayed with the music as I moved over to him. When I was close enough, he stopped stroking his cock and put his hands on my hips, pulled me to him, burying his face in my crotch. I heard him inhale my pussy perfume, and I began rocking my hips into his face, my hands on the back of his head.

“I can smell your cunt, and it smells ready. Are you ready for some dick, slut?” he said as he inhaled again. I was lost in the moment, my mind twisting with so many thoughts that I didn’t feel his fingers slipping into the waistband of my panties. He shoved me back, yanking at the waistband and ripping the panties from my body. I was a little shocked to suddenly be naked.  I watched as he tossed the shredded material onto the table. I looked at them with a tinge of sorrow. Those were the only panties I brought, and they were supposed to last me all night.

Instinct quickly took over, my hands immediately shooting down to cover my pussy, as he rose from the chair, his cock pointing out at me, swinging back and forth as he moved toward me, stepping out of his pants. Once he was close, he grabbed my arms and pushed me back on the bed.

“I can’t wait to feel that tight cunt of yours wrapped around my cock,” he said as he lifted his shirt off and crawled onto the bed beside me. He took one of my breasts in his hands and began feeding himself my nipple. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the sensations and the sexual desires that he was igniting in me. 

I moaned as he rolled my other nipple between his fingers. Then he bit down on the one in his mouth. I started panting and arching my back up to him.

"Fucking hell, you're such a slut," he groaned as he began to grind his cock against my thigh. I could feel a wet spot on my leg as he ground against me.

I'd never been so turned on in my life! 

“Time to take this dick!” he announced, getting up on his knees and lifting my legs as he crawled between them. My chest was tight, and I felt like I had an instant fever, feeling heat radiating through my body. I turned my head, afraid to look at him as he entered me. I was nervous and my mind was a little numb waiting, then my eyes opened and I felt my heart skip a beat as my anticipation shifted to fear. I was looking at the stack of condoms on the nightstand.  

I felt the head of his cock start to push into me. “NO NO NO WAIT!” I leaned up on my elbows. “I need you to put on a rubber." I pleaded with him. Looking into his eyes, I reached for one and tossed it to him. He smirked as he picked up the condom and tore open the package. I fell back into bed and felt him lining up his cock again.

"I'm going to fucking tear this pussy up," he said, holding my ankles in his hands, my legs spread high in the air as he thrust forcefully into my wet pussy, pulling my legs toward him, burying his cock in one deep thrust. "And you're going to love it bitch." He started slow, teasing me with short thrusts before speeding up and moving faster in and out of me. His skin began to slap against mine as he fucked me. His thrusts became harder and rougher as I felt his assault on my pussy becoming more brutal, but god, it felt so good. The bed began to creak under our combined weight as we moved together. My breasts bounced with every thrust, slapping against each other like some kind of erotic tit clapping. It was only causing my moans to grow louder. I started to lift my hips, meeting his thrust with my own. I could feel my climax building.  Then it just stopped as he let go of my ankles, leaning back and pulling his cock free from me.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said, slapping my tit.

Smiling, I quickly did as I was told. Doggy was my favorite position.  I stuck my ass high in the air and lay my head on my folded arms, and wiggled my ass at him. 

“That's it, bitch, show me that pretty ass.” he grabbed me by the hips and roughly entered me again.

The bed hit the headboard when he slammed into me, and he quickly got into a steady pace, causing a nice rhythmic thumping of the bed against the wall as he fucked me. The first smack of his hand on my ass sent a shockwave to my brain. I moaned when he smacked my ass again as he slammed his cock into me.

“FUCK YESSSS!  I am so fucking close!” I screamed.

“That’s it whore work that cunt! Milk my fucking cock!” he groaned as he continued to pound into me harder and faster.

He slammed into me a couple more times before thrusting hard one last time, holding himself deep in me. He bellowed as he came, filling the condom, his nails digging into the soft flesh of my hips. His body jerked a couple of times as he finished squirting into the rubber, and then he collapsed on top of me, forcing me to collapse onto the bed under his weight.

“FUUUUUUCCKKK!” I thought to myself, I was so close.

Once he caught his breath, he rolled off and stood up. I rolled onto my back, and my hand slipped to my clit without thinking as I watched him.

He picked up his shirt and pulled it on, “Fuck girl, your pussy was so tight, glad I got a taste of you now before that cunt gets all worn out, think I can see you again?” he asked.

I looked at him with wide eyes, not sure how to answer. I had not thought of anything beyond this night.

“Umm,” I started to say, but he cut me off. He had

“I'll take that as a maybe,” he said, winking and pulling the condom off his deflating cock. He tossed it at me, and it landed with a soft splat on my belly. I wrinkled my nose and moved my hand to pick it up.

“No, leave it there till I leave,” he said with a half smile. I was not sure what he saw in tossing it on me; maybe it was just his way of degrading me more. So I left it there and watched him tuck his cock in his pants and step into his shoes. He pulled out his wallet, removed a couple of bills, laid them on the TV, and went out the door without saying another word to me. I fell back into the pillow and thought about what had just happened. I tried to play everything back in my head, but it was a blur.

I run my hand down my belly to the condom and peel it off. I was about to throw it away, but decided to tie it off and put it in the nightstand drawer. My phone chirped, and I put the condom next to it before picking it up.

“Times up!” It was a simple two-word text from David. He was sending me a gentle reminder that my client should be done. I quickly came out of my post-sex delirium, not realizing just how long all of that had taken. I quickly texted back and ran to the bathroom to get ready for the next guy to arrive.

I felt rushed as I took a washcloth and quickly ran it over the smudge of my juices left by the sticky condom that had been on my belly before running it between my legs. I left the bathroom after touching up my makeup and quickly pulled on my skirt and top. I looked at the clock, and it was 9:10, and I had about 5 minutes before the next guy was scheduled to arrive. I spied the money on the TV and smiled to myself for being good enough to get a tip. I picked up the bills and suddenly felt deflated. $10, he left me $10 lousy dollars, what a cheap mother fucker I thought when there was a knock on the door. I put the money in my purse, glanced at myself in the mirror,  smiled, and made my way to the door.

I was glad to see my next John. He was at least a little more attractive. The clothes he wore were a bit worn and rough. The stained, ripped jeans and a plain wife-beater t-shirt suggested that he was single. Despite his appearance, the shirt hugged his toned abs and highlighted his arm muscles. He was at least 6 foot 4 and had dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He smelled of cologne and sweat, and I wondered what he did for a living.

"Hey, come on in." I said in a bright voice as I closed the door behind him, "I'm Jade."

"Hi, Jade." he snorted as he entered the room, wasting no time slipping out of his shirt. "Nice tits, babe, mind if I play with them?"

I was surprised by how forward he was, but I just shrugged, "Knock yourself out." 

He squeezed my breasts roughly through my top before pulling it down under my breasts. His lips found my nipples, and he started to suck and lick them. His other hand found its way between my legs, shoving two fingers into me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. It felt nice until he bit my nipple hard enough to make me scream. "Hey, be careful. That fucking hurts!"

"Shit, all you fucking whore bitches like it rough," he said with a scary smirk on his face that made me feel uneasy.

“Well, I don't," I retorted, looking at him in his barren eyes as he stood smirking at me. 

He then spun me around and shoved me into the bed forcibly. "I said all whores like it rough, and you’re a whore, right?" he growled in my ear as he roughly hiked up my skirt, revealing my soaked cunt.

"Yes, sir," I whimpered as he slammed three fingers into me with no warning. He pumped his fingers in and out of me for a few moments, and I buried my face into the bedspread. I was filled with conflicting emotions and sensations. I did not know what to do, but I knew I despised myself for enjoying what he was doing to me.

"Tell me  you're a slut!" he said as he pulled his fingers out and slowly pressed them into my unprepared ass.

I gasped, "I'm a slut! I’m a slut!" I screamed out. I had been fucked in the ass before, but this was different; he was using my pussy juices to lube me. I was scared that it was going to hurt.  I bit my lip and whimpered as the second finger began to stretch me open. It felt dry and a little painful. Then I felt the relief of lube hitting my tight asshole. The coolness took me by surprise as I felt his fingers quickly retreat and then just push back in with slick, slippery ease. He pumped me with his two fingers for a few moments before pulling his hand back. I felt him get up, and I just lay there, unsure what to do.

I heard him unbuckle his pants, followed by the sound of rustling clothes. The next thing I felt was the bed sink between my legs, and his erection jabbed me in the butt as he reached over on the nightstand to get a condom, and I saw the wrapper flutter to the side of the bed out of the corner of my eye.

"Are you ready slut?"

Before I could answer, he pressed the head of his cock against my small hole. Despite the lube, my body fought to keep the intruder out. He leaned into me harder, and his cock pushed past my tight ring. and once he was in, he rammed it into my ass, the pain was unbearable as he slammed into me until his balls were slapping against my cunt. 

"God damn, your ass is so fucking tight," he panted as he pulled out just to slam back in again as hard as he could. I screamed out into my pillow as he started to pound my ass harder and harder. The brutal anal assault went on for several minutes before stopping to allow me to catch my breath.

"Beg me to fuck your ass whore!" he growled as he smacked my ass hard enough to make my cheek sting. "Beg me to fuck your ass whore!" He slapped my ass again.

"Please," I panted as his hands gripped my ass cheeks. It felt so good, but at the same time so wrong, and my pussy quivered at his touch, "Please fuck my ass."

“LOUDER!” he snapped, slapping my other ass cheek, his cock rubbing against my puckered hole, teasing it. 

I winced, “PLEASE FUCK MY WHORE ASS!” I nearly screamed at the top of my lungs as he roughly pushed into me.

"Fucking whore," he moaned loudly as he began to move in and out of me. "Your ass is so fucking tight, Jade.”

He leaned over my back and grabbed my tits using them as handles to slam into me even harder. I decided to take this opportunity to rub my aching cunt. His mouth was by my ear, the closeness amplifying his grunts and animal desires. “God, I love fucking your whore ass, bet your ass won't stay this tight for long,” he said, sticking his tongue into my ear.

I arched my back, rubbing my pussy, bringing me closer to my impending orgasm. “MMMMMM,” I moaned, “you like fucking my whore ass baby? This the best ass you ever had?” My face flushed, and panting as I rubbed myself. “Where did those words come from?”  I thought to myself, not believing the words coming out of my mouth, as I felt myself slowly becoming Jade.

"God, Jade, your ass is so fucking tight," he moaned as he pumped into me even faster.

“Faster,” I panted, biting my lip to keep from moaning loudly as I felt the orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. “Faster, I‘m going to cum.”

“That’s it whore cum for me,” he groaned as he started slamming his cock into me with even harder, forceful thrusts.

“HOLY FUCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” I screamed out as my body shook and shuddered. I felt my pussy clench, looking for a cock to grip as fluid squirted out of me. My orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave, making my body shudder. I collapsed flat onto the bed and lay there panting under him. He held his cock deep in my ass before getting up, leaving my ass feeling empty.

I was unaware of what was happening in the room until I felt him remove my heels, but I didn’t care; I was still coming down from the intense high I had just experienced.  Then I felt his fingers tearing at the thin material of my nylons, yanking them down my legs. “Hey, what hell…” I started to say as I came too and started to turn, but he pushed me back onto my belly, and he kept yanking. I felt the tiny hooks holding them in place give way as they tore free of the nylon. First one leg, then the other.

“Shit, I didn’t bring an extra pair of them either! At this rate, I will not have anything to wear home,” I thought to myself. Once he had them both off, he straddled my legs, and I could feel his latex-covered cock resting between my ass cheeks.

“Give me your fucking hands whore!” he demanded as he reached, taking one wrist in his meaty hands.  I complied as he roughly tied my hands behind my back. I pulled at my wrists, testing the limits of his handiwork, and there was no give. He put my heels back on my feet, then grabbed me by my bound wrists, pulling me down the bed, and helped me up to where I was standing in front of him. “God, you look fucking delicious,” he said, running his hands under my tank top. He pushed it up over my breasts, and it stayed there, leaving me exposed. Smiling, he latched his fingers to my nipples and squeezed them, leading me by them as he walked us a few steps to the room chair. He plopped down in it and scooted way down. “Now sit on this dick and ride me like a good whore.”

“Um, like.” I lifted my arms slightly toward him as I started to speak.

“Now you dumb whore!” he barked. My cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation as I tried to maintain my balance, slowly maneuvering to sit on his lap. As I inched closer, I could feel the heat of his body and the hard tip of his cock pressing against my tight asshole. A moment of hesitation crept over me, but his words spurred me on. "Don't stop now. You're almost there," he urged. I lowered myself carefully onto him, feeling the pressure and stretch as his cock began to enter me once again. My breath caught in my throat as I adjusted to the fullness and intensity of his cock. His strong hands gripped my hips, and he drove himself deep into my backside as he yanked me down the rest of the way to his lap. We both groaned, lost in the pleasure of his cock in my tight forbidden hole. I felt like I had crossed the threshold from fantasy roleplay to reality. I felt like a whore as he treated me like the paid whore I had now become. 

He slapped my ass. “Ride it slut, it ain’t going to fuck itself.”

I winced and started to move up and down on his lap, the restraints making it difficult to balance. “Fuck yeah, that‘s it whore, you like getting ass fucked, don’t you?” he said through gritted teeth as he pumped his hips into me. 

I moaned out loudly as new sensations coursed through my body. His cock felt so large and rough inside of me; I was feeling things I never knew possible as I let myself go emotionally. My mind started to focus on making him happy. Getting him to cum, being a good fuck, so he would tip me.

“Oh, God,” I moaned louder as I started to bounce up and down on his cock.

“That’s it whore, cum for Daddy,” he groaned as he spanked my ass again.

“GAWD DAMMIT!” I panted as my second orgasm hit me hard and unexpectedly. My pussy clenched again, and again I felt fluid running out of my pussy. I shook and fell back against his sweaty chest. I lay there unmoving for a few moments. He reached around, grabbing my breasts to use them to hold on to and support me as he stood up, lifting me, his cock still buried in my ass. Then he walked me on tiptoes to the bed, pushing me off his cock.

“Roll over onto your back,” he said; his tone was a little softer.

I thrashed against the restraints, struggling with my hands bound to get onto my back. Once I was, he gripped my ankles and folded them back towards the headboard, my thighs pressed tight against my breasts. My ass was lifted off the bed, vulnerable to his every desire. The pressure on my shoulders from my legs put a strain on my arms as they lay under me, bound at the wrist. 

 With one hand holding my bound wrists above my head, he used the other to guide his cock into my ass for a third time. I arched my back in anticipation, my moans growing louder with each thrust.

Suddenly, he let go of my ankles, allowing them to rest on his shoulders as he leaned into me. Our eyes locked, and I could see the primal lust in his expression. I was nothing more than a hot hole for his cock to use, and I relished it. He began to move his hips faster and harder, grunting with each powerful thrust. With my hands still bound behind me, I felt like the ultimate submissive slut. I loved how I felt, and could feel another orgasm building.

He had stopped thinking or talking, fully consumed by raw animalistic desire. I studied his face, finding no love or affection but found instinct and a wild craving instead. He buried his face in my neck, sucking hungrily just above my collarbone. I turned my head away, exposing more of my neck to him, offering myself completely in this intense moment of ecstasy.

He pounded into me harder and harder, his breathing ragged, and then abruptly he stiffened. I knew he was about to cum, so I squeezed my ass muscles, enjoying the sudden power and control I had over this dominant man. He almost howled as he came inside me, filling the rubber. I sighed, disappointed I wouldn’t be feeling his cum filling my ass.

He collapsed on me for a few seconds, catching his breath. My phone chirped on the nightstand, reminding me that his time was up. He must have understood because he rolled off of me and onto his back. I lay there, breathing heavily as I came down from the high. My ass throbbed, but I wanted more.

“Holy fuck, that was better than I expected,” he said, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

“Thank you, lover,” I said, smiling at him and blushing at the strange compliment. He got up and quickly slipped his clothes back on. He put $50 on the nightstand before he untied my wrists. I was grateful because I had started to lose feeling in my arms. I sat up in the bed rubbing my wrists, and he left without saying anything.  The room felt cold and strange now that he was gone, and I sat there for a moment, unsure what to do. Finally, I got up and picked up the spent condom from the floor, knotted it off, and put it on the nightstand with the other one. I put the money in my purse. I pulled down my tank top and straightened it out. I took off the ruined garter belt and tossed it in the trash with the shredded stockings. Slipping the skirt back up my hips, I went to the bathroom to look at myself just in time for the third knock.

“SHIT!” I thought. “Just a minute,” I yelled and rushed to the bathroom.

He knocked again quickly.  I pulled my hair back to straighten it as best I could, and I moved to the door, smoothing out what was left of my outfit. The last session had been so intense that I found myself trembling in anticipation as to what might be next. I tried to steady my nerves and opened the door. My jaw dropped as my eyes widened with surprise. Instead of one man, two figures filled the doorway. My  heartbeat quickened, but I managed to eke out a quiet and dry, "There are two of you?"

The men brushed past me. One was balding and had a bit of a beer belly, while the other one was fitter with dark hair and a bit more muscle. Baldy smirked and drawled, "Yeah? Is that going to be a problem?”

I shook my head mutely as they moved into the room, sizing me up and down. "Take off that top, let us get a look at them titties," Baldy said. His tone made me feel slimy and reinforced that I was just an object for male gratification. Overwhelmed but compliant, I pulled off my top and let it fall to the floor.

They both leered at me, making an already uncomfortable situation worse.

“You got any rubbers?” Mr. Muscles asked as he looked around the room, “Since we don't fuck skanky whores like you without protection." He spotted them before I could answer, and grabbed two, tossing one to his friend. I felt humiliated being called a skanky whore, but couldn’t help but notice just how wet my pussy was. 

They maneuvered around me, and I soon found myself standing between them as they began to undress. I'd never been with two men at once, and the thought both terrified and excited me.

“What do we call you?” Baldy asked as he pushed his pants down to his ankles, exposing the fattest cock I have ever seen. I just stared at it, wondering how that thing would ever fit. I felt my pussy react to the size by sending small sparks up my spine.

“I guess we’ll just call you whore all night.” Muscles said. He reached out and cupped my breast in his hand, bringing me out of my lost state.

I turned to him and saw that he was now completely naked and rolling the condom onto his cock. He was average in size, and it seemed as if God had played a cruel joke, placing the smaller dick on the more muscular man. I felt like Mr. Muscles was far more physically equipped to handle a big cock that his friend was blessed with.

“Um, no, Sorry, you can call me Jade, or whore is fine.” I felt Baldy’s hand on my ass as they both closed the distance between us, and I felt Mr. Muscles' cock on my leg

“I’m Ryan,” Mr. Muscles said, “and that is my friend Mark.” He leaned down and kissed my cheek.

Then their hands were everywhere at once, and I couldn't focus on anything. They were like two horny teenagers in a candy store of human flesh. Their mouths licking and kissing my face and neck. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I felt my nipples harden, and I realized both men were sucking on one. The room started to spin as I let them tease my body. It felt so good, I let out a low moan, putting my hands on the back of their heads, and they licked and sucked on my breasts.

“You like that slut?” Mark said, pulling away from my breast.

I looked at him with hooded eyes and nodded.

Ryan came up for air, and they both pushed on my shoulders, guiding me to my knees. He moved behind me and pushed on my back until I was on all fours. I looked back over my shoulder at him and was met with a wicked grin as I lifted my skirt over my ass. I knew what was next, and I spread my knees to open myself up better. He continued to take the lead, pressing his cock against my burning pussy as Mark ran a finger up and down my arms, his thick cock inches from my face. I gasped as Ryan gently eased himself inside me, his strong hands gripping my hips, allowing Mark to slip his cock into my open mouth, but not before slapping the sides of my face with it a couple of times, leaving sticky precum on my cheeks.  With his hand holding the back of my head, he pressed past my lips, pushing himself into my awaiting mouth. My jaw stretched to accommodate him.

“Look at me, you filthy whore,” he said as he pushed into my mouth deeper, “You fucking love this, don’t you, whore?” 

I tried to nod, but he held my head firm as his cock pushed past my throat. I fought the urge to gag. My jaw was stretched wide, and I was trying to focus my breathing through my nose when I felt the base of his prickly balls poking my chin. My eyes were wide, and I started to panic a little when I began to struggle for breath, my cheeks puffing outward. “That's it, slut, take it all,” Mark snorted, holding my head in place.

Ryan grabbed my hips and started to piston his cock in and out of me. I had been concentrating so much on the cock down my throat. I had almost forgotten about him. He started to fuck me harder, forcing a muffled scream around the cock and stretching my mouth. causing me to scream, muffled by the cock moving in and out of my mouth. “Fuck yeah!” he cheered, slapping my ass. His cock felt good as it moved in and out of me, and I squeezed my pussy, gripping him the best I could. My inner walls massaged his cock as he pumped.

“Fuck, she's tight as fuck, bruh,” Ryan managed to moan between thrusts. 

I felt myself slipping into sensory overload. The feel of the cock in my pussy, the hands holding my head in place as my mouth and throat were fucked, the slaps on my ass, the balls hitting my chin; I was not ready when Mark slapped my tits as they swung under me.

I moaned and rocked my hips back into Ryan, becoming an active participant in my double fucking. I felt my orgasm quickly building.

“Hear the shit she is moaning like the whore she is,” Mark said, slapping my tits again.

“Yeah, she fucking loves this shit, fucking slut,” Ryan’s words rang true in my ears as my eyes rolled back in my head. I was on the brink.

“You fucking love this shit, don’t you, whore? You like it when strange men fill your slutty holes!” 

They continued to slap my tits and ass in unison, and I groaned as their words sank in. Then my mind snapped, and then I lost all control.  I screamed out around the cock in my mouth, which caused my cheeks to flare out. My body shook as I bared down on the cock in my pussy. I came the hardest I had cum all night, maybe my whole life. My head started to swim, and I felt lightheaded as I collapsed forward onto my elbows with Ryan thrust into me again. The action drove Mark’s cock deeper down my throat, and I started to choke. Seeing I was struggling pulled his cock from my mouth. I gasped for breath, my whole body tingling as I felt gentle spasms coursing through my body. Ryan had stopped moving, holding himself buried deep in my pussy.

I looked up at Mark, “I need to feel that monster in my cunt.” He smiled, and no sooner had the words left my lips than I was pulled to my feet. They held me up between them until I was able to stand on my own. I felt my juices running down my thighs, cooling against my skin, as they changed positions.

Ryan held me, and Mark crawled to the center of the bed and beckoned me over. “Crawl up here and get this dick up that whore cunt of yours.”

I was unsteady on my feet and was happy to move to my hands and knees, crawling up the bed. I straddled his hips and reached under me, taking his cock in my hand and rubbing the head of it between my labia, savoring the sensation, and bracing for what was bound to be a very rough and pleasurable ride.

“We don't have all night whore,” Ryan said from behind me. I looked back over my shoulder, and he was stroking his cock his eyes focused on my ass.

Not wanting to upset a client, I grabbed the base of Mark’s cock and started to work it between my thighs, lowering myself onto it. My pussy began to burn and ache as it stretched to accommodate his girth. “HOLY FUCK YOUR COCK IS SO FUCKING BIG!!”

“I’m going to ruin that tight cunt of yours, you fucking slut. Going to be harder for you to make money with that worn-out twat of yours”. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down, forcing it deep. A strange sound escaped my lips as I felt my pussy give way and open up to take him.  He reached up and grabbed my tits, pulling me down to him till I was lying on his chest. He didn’t move, and I was happy he was giving me a moment for my body to get used to him, but then I felt the bed shift and  Ryan coming up behind me, squirting a lube straight out of the bottle all over my asshole.

I knew what was coming next. I had fantasized about having a cock in my ass and one in my pussy for a long time and had hoped one day to try it after lots of alcohol, but now it was about to happen, whether I was ready for it or not.  I had not considered this happening, but it became all too real when I felt the cock up against my tight hole. I was about to be double penetrated for the first time, and as scared as I was, I could not help but be excited. I tried to relax and enjoy the moment the best I could. I felt the pressure build against my anus, then I felt it slip in with little resistance. I let out a sigh as my ass opened to accommodate him, suddenly happy I was thoroughly ass fucked a short time ago. I gasped again when Mark shifted under me, and I suddenly felt very full.  

“Dude, her fucking ass is so loose, my dick just slipped in!” They both laughed and started to rock their hips, moving in and out of my pussy and ass.

They were gentle with me for a moment before Ryan gripped my hips and started to pound my ass.  Mark, not wanting to be outdone, matched his rhythm. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. The sensation of the cocks rubbing against the walls of my pussy sent sparks of pleasure up my spine. It hurt and felt so good at the same time. I felt stretched and full, and sank my nails into Mark’s chest, bracing myself.

I could feel myself getting close again. The orgasm was quickly approaching. “Oh god fuck me harder, I’m so AHHHHH!” I groaned, bearing down on both cocks, trying to hold it back as long as I could. I wanted to, no, I needed to prolong what I was feeling for as long as I could.

“Fuck yeah, cum for us whore! Cum for us, you filthy cum slut!” they chanted.

I was only aware of the pressure building inside me and the fullness in both holes before I came again. Screaming out, I lowered my head beside the man I was riding. They continued to fuck me hard through my intense orgasm.

“God damn, her cunt is so fucking tight!” Mark moaned.

“Tightest whore I think we ever had!” Ryan grunted, slapping my ass again.

My pussy and ass were on fire, and when his hand hit my ass, it was like a trigger was pulled. I screamed. “I'm cumming again! AHHH FUCK I'M CUMMING!”I struggled to get the words out between moans and surges of pleasure that washed over my body. I felt like the last of the energy leave my body through my pussy and ass.  I lay panting on Mark's chest. 

“We wore this fucking whore out,” Mark said, lifting his hand to high-five his friend.

“Fuckin' hell, we did!” Ryan said as he continued to thrust into my ass. I felt the bed bouncing beneath us with each powerful thrust. I vaguely heard the chirp of my cell letting me know I had a text, over the sound of the headboard echoing through the room as it smacked against the wall. Mark's hands roamed my body, digging into my hips and pushing me harder onto his cock as Ryan pumped faster and deeper into my ass. The feeling was intense and overwhelming. My body burned,  stung, and felt so good at the same time. My tight holes still clamped down around them.

"You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" Mark whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "Taking two cocks at once."

I moaned in response, my head spinning from the sensation. My whole body shook with each hard thrust, and I could feel every muscle tensing up in anticipation of what was to come. They continued their use of me as their movements became more frantic; their hips slapping against my body in perfect rhythm as they fucked me senseless.

Ryan groaned and pulled his cock free of my ass.  He grabbed my hair and dragged me down onto the floor in front of him, causing Mark’s cock to pop out of me. He stood in front of me, ripping the condom off his cock and pointing it at my face, pumping it in his fist. Mark joined him by his side, tossing his condom to the floor in front of me. My body was exhausted but electrified, my senses were overwhelmed with the sensations of the past few minutes. One of them grabbed my hair, pulling me closer to their hard cocks.

“AHHRRGGGGG FUCKKKKK!” Ryan let out a roar as he came. He kept pumping as the first spurt of thick cream landed on my forehead and started to run into my eye. His second spurt landed across the bridge of my nose. The next shot to hit me went into my ear, then another hit my cheek as I turned my head to see Mark’s thick cock spasming and spitting at me. I opened my mouth to give them a target, but they were more intent on covering me with their seed. I felt it landing on my chin, my lips, my neck, and my breasts. I moaned and started to rub it on my skin, giving them the best show a whore could.

I looked at Mark and his huge cock, my pussy missing its fullness. He was squeezing the last bits of cum out of his slit. He grabbed my ponytail and wiped his cock with it. I normally would have been pissed off and revolted by this; I hate getting cum out of my hair, but I was too tired and spent to care. 

"She is fucking amazing," Ryan muttered between breaths. They both stepped back from me, and I slumped back onto my ass. In a sexual stupor.

I watched as Ryan picked up my tank top and whipped his dick clean before tossing it to Mark, who did the same. I sat there while they got dressed and talked about the rest of their weekend plans.

“I have $20. What do you got?” Ryan asked as he took out his wallet.

Mark pulled his wallet out and opened it. “I got $60.”

“Leave it all for her, she was decent.” Ryan handed Mark the money and stored his wallet back in his pants.

Mark slipped his wallet into his pants and tossed the money on the floor just out of my reach.

“KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK” thumped through the room

“Oh Fuck!” I said.

“Looks like your next customer is here, he might demand a discount when he sees the mess we made of you,” they laughed,” Don’t get up, we will see ourselves out,” they laughed again and opened the door.  They held it open wide, and anyone walking by could see me naked and covered in cum as I sat there unable to move.

“She’s all yours, buddy, a bit messy, but her holes still fuck the same,” Mark said as they left.

“Yeah, I would ask for a discount if I were you.” I heard Ryan laughing as they walked away, and someone new entered the room.