Cunt For Use, Chapter 1 free porn video
We meet up at some seedy motel along an old highway where you've already rented a room on the bottom floor about in the middle of the building. When we get inside, you prop the door open, smirking at my obvious confusion. You take me by the shoulders and maneuver me so that I am still well within the room but easily seen by any passers-by, though there are few. And you order me to strip. I look at you with little girl eyes, nearly tearing up but it has no effect and you again tell me to take off my clothes.
I fumble hesitantly with the fasten on my jeans, trying to stretch time. I eventually unzip them, sliding them down and stepping out. Looking to you to see if I really must keep going, you just nod.
Finally, completely unclothed, I am intensely aware of my vulnerability. You let me stand there a minute or two to soak in that feeling, watching me tremble with emotion.
As you walk to the door, I expect you were giving me a reminder of your control but will now close the door and have your way with me, but it's not the case. Instead, you lean out and call to someone who'd been waiting for your signal. As he approaches you, he hands you a few bills and I hear him say something about having called a couple friends. You nod and reply that as long as they have the cash you don't see a problem.
Waving the bills in my face as I stand just as you positioned me earlier, "Do you know what this is for, puppy?"
I have an idea, but don't wish to guess so I just lower my eyes and shake my head.
"I think you know. Sean here just gave me fifty bucks to own you for part of the evening. He owns you as much as I do now and you will give him anything you would give me. When his friends get here and give me my cash, they will own you, too. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Sean circles me once then suddenly grabs my hair, jerking downwards so that I drop to my knees. Holding my hair so that I can't move away, he slaps me across the face, delighting in my stunned expression. My eyes a bit wet with tears, but my cunt growing even more wet, not knowing what will come next.
"Aaaw, poor little girl. Did that make you cry? What a worthless little bitch you are."
He lets go of my hair long enough to remove his pants and turn me to the side so the outside world can watch as he plunges his cock straight down my throat, grabbing my hair again and holding my head still as I gag and struggle to breathe.
"Now you have a reason to cry, slut."
And I do, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. He finally lets go and I suck in several deep breaths, coughing and sputtering yet wishing for more. I've just barely caught my breath when he obliges, putting a finger in my mouth to forcibly open my jaw as wide as possible before thrusting his cock into my throat again, this time fucking my face hard and fast. I use my lips, tongue and throat to squeeze him and milk him like the slut I've always wanted to be. It isn't long before it pays off and just before he begins to cum, you remind me that I'm not to swallow without permission.
You nod to two guys at the door and I can't help but blush as I wonder if they are the friends or just happened to wander by and stop to watch. It becomes quickly obvious that they are Sean's friends when they palm you a few bills, one whispering in your ear.
I shudder a bit at the evil grin that passes over your face. You glance to me in time to see the worry pass over my face and which brings a smirk of satisfaction to yours.
After chatting with the guys for a few minutes, you turn and order me to open my mouth. Seeing that I've behaved myself, you allow me to swallow before nodding to one of the new guys, not even bothering to introduce this one.
I hear a jingling sound as he strolls towards me, motioning me to sit up on my heels and I can see that he has something which looks like chain in his hand. Standing in front of me, he shows me that it is chain; a choke chain, in fact. He slides it over my head and tugs on the dangling end to show me how it works. Cold and hard on my throat, it tightens a bit, making me stretch up with it. In his hand he also carried a chain leash with a leather handle which he hooks into the ring on the end of the choke chain.
"Now this is what a proper bitch should wear. Let's see if you can be a proper bitch."
He tugs hard on the leash, making me gasp and jerk forward onto my hands. Pulling on the lead so that I follow behind on hands and knees, he heads toward the open door. I try to resist, not wanting to be taken outside naked and crawling but the chain digs into my throat and he doesn't stop to see why I hesitate. The concrete sc****s at my knees as we step out onto the sidewalk. I curl a bit into myself in modesty as I look about to see if anyone is around. Fortunately, there doesn't appear to be anyone but the cars passing by on the highway, likely too quick to get a good view.
The sidewalk leads out into the strip of a parking lot for the motel where there are a few cars parked. Just in front of the door to the room we were in is parked a large sedan. He makes sure to lead me far enough down the sidewalk so that it does not obstruct my view of the road. Or perhaps it's vice versa.
"Sit up, bitch." Tugging upwards on the chain so that I have little choice but to obey but modestly covering myself as best I can with my hands. He slaps them down using the leather handle on the chain. "What are you doing, slut? You have no modesty. You aren't allowed it. Keep yourself visible."
The other guys have come out to watch but stand against the wall so as not to give me any shelter from my humiliation.
In one very sudden movement, my leash-holder grabs my hair, lifting me to my feet, and shoves me towards the sedan so that I fall forward onto the hood, bent over it, legs spread explicitly. The alarm sounds on the car and I can hear keys rattling behind me as one of the guys shuts it off.
I know I probably shouldn't move from this position, but I want to see if the alarm drew attention so I lift my head slightly and begin to turn back to check when I feel his hand grasp the chain just above my collar and tug. Hard. Instinctively my hands move to my throat and try to grasp at the chain cutting off my air but he swats them away. After five or ten seconds, he loosens the chain so I can get a good breath. "Now, remember that when you start trying to think for yourself."
I'm just finding my breath when I hear a commotion from above...
To be continued.
I fumble hesitantly with the fasten on my jeans, trying to stretch time. I eventually unzip them, sliding them down and stepping out. Looking to you to see if I really must keep going, you just nod.
Finally, completely unclothed, I am intensely aware of my vulnerability. You let me stand there a minute or two to soak in that feeling, watching me tremble with emotion.
As you walk to the door, I expect you were giving me a reminder of your control but will now close the door and have your way with me, but it's not the case. Instead, you lean out and call to someone who'd been waiting for your signal. As he approaches you, he hands you a few bills and I hear him say something about having called a couple friends. You nod and reply that as long as they have the cash you don't see a problem.
Waving the bills in my face as I stand just as you positioned me earlier, "Do you know what this is for, puppy?"
I have an idea, but don't wish to guess so I just lower my eyes and shake my head.
"I think you know. Sean here just gave me fifty bucks to own you for part of the evening. He owns you as much as I do now and you will give him anything you would give me. When his friends get here and give me my cash, they will own you, too. Understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Sean circles me once then suddenly grabs my hair, jerking downwards so that I drop to my knees. Holding my hair so that I can't move away, he slaps me across the face, delighting in my stunned expression. My eyes a bit wet with tears, but my cunt growing even more wet, not knowing what will come next.
"Aaaw, poor little girl. Did that make you cry? What a worthless little bitch you are."
He lets go of my hair long enough to remove his pants and turn me to the side so the outside world can watch as he plunges his cock straight down my throat, grabbing my hair again and holding my head still as I gag and struggle to breathe.
"Now you have a reason to cry, slut."
And I do, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. He finally lets go and I suck in several deep breaths, coughing and sputtering yet wishing for more. I've just barely caught my breath when he obliges, putting a finger in my mouth to forcibly open my jaw as wide as possible before thrusting his cock into my throat again, this time fucking my face hard and fast. I use my lips, tongue and throat to squeeze him and milk him like the slut I've always wanted to be. It isn't long before it pays off and just before he begins to cum, you remind me that I'm not to swallow without permission.
You nod to two guys at the door and I can't help but blush as I wonder if they are the friends or just happened to wander by and stop to watch. It becomes quickly obvious that they are Sean's friends when they palm you a few bills, one whispering in your ear.
I shudder a bit at the evil grin that passes over your face. You glance to me in time to see the worry pass over my face and which brings a smirk of satisfaction to yours.
After chatting with the guys for a few minutes, you turn and order me to open my mouth. Seeing that I've behaved myself, you allow me to swallow before nodding to one of the new guys, not even bothering to introduce this one.
I hear a jingling sound as he strolls towards me, motioning me to sit up on my heels and I can see that he has something which looks like chain in his hand. Standing in front of me, he shows me that it is chain; a choke chain, in fact. He slides it over my head and tugs on the dangling end to show me how it works. Cold and hard on my throat, it tightens a bit, making me stretch up with it. In his hand he also carried a chain leash with a leather handle which he hooks into the ring on the end of the choke chain.
"Now this is what a proper bitch should wear. Let's see if you can be a proper bitch."
He tugs hard on the leash, making me gasp and jerk forward onto my hands. Pulling on the lead so that I follow behind on hands and knees, he heads toward the open door. I try to resist, not wanting to be taken outside naked and crawling but the chain digs into my throat and he doesn't stop to see why I hesitate. The concrete sc****s at my knees as we step out onto the sidewalk. I curl a bit into myself in modesty as I look about to see if anyone is around. Fortunately, there doesn't appear to be anyone but the cars passing by on the highway, likely too quick to get a good view.
The sidewalk leads out into the strip of a parking lot for the motel where there are a few cars parked. Just in front of the door to the room we were in is parked a large sedan. He makes sure to lead me far enough down the sidewalk so that it does not obstruct my view of the road. Or perhaps it's vice versa.
"Sit up, bitch." Tugging upwards on the chain so that I have little choice but to obey but modestly covering myself as best I can with my hands. He slaps them down using the leather handle on the chain. "What are you doing, slut? You have no modesty. You aren't allowed it. Keep yourself visible."
The other guys have come out to watch but stand against the wall so as not to give me any shelter from my humiliation.
In one very sudden movement, my leash-holder grabs my hair, lifting me to my feet, and shoves me towards the sedan so that I fall forward onto the hood, bent over it, legs spread explicitly. The alarm sounds on the car and I can hear keys rattling behind me as one of the guys shuts it off.
I know I probably shouldn't move from this position, but I want to see if the alarm drew attention so I lift my head slightly and begin to turn back to check when I feel his hand grasp the chain just above my collar and tug. Hard. Instinctively my hands move to my throat and try to grasp at the chain cutting off my air but he swats them away. After five or ten seconds, he loosens the chain so I can get a good breath. "Now, remember that when you start trying to think for yourself."
I'm just finding my breath when I hear a commotion from above...
To be continued.
Bess
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