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“Anything? That’s very generous of you Katie,” he added with a tone of sarcasm. “Do you mean it? Without limits?”

“Yes,” I answered. Cold chills shivered through my body. What choice did I have? How do I get myself into these situations? I had no one to blame but myself.

It all started the night before with my friend Ashley’s three words: “I dare you.” She said them as we were dancing together at our mutual friend Jake’s wedding. The reception was continuing late into the night and with it the number of drinks we each had. We were both blissfully drunk and enjoying the party. We had the whole weekend ahead with nothing to lose. Or so I thought. I was wearing a red dress with small white tropical flowers. The thin shoulder straps led to a ruffled bodice that showed just enough cleavage on my slender 5’10” body, over 6’0” in my sexy heels. The dress fell to just above my knees, highlighting my fit body, tan skin, and legs. My curly blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, framing my sparkling blue eyes and smile that I’m told lights up a room. Ashley wore a black sexy dress with two spaghetti straps over each shoulder that crisscrossed her tan back and offered a generous view of her tits. Ashley’s straight blonde hair also fell past her shoulders. Her dress showed off her fit athletic 5’5” frame. I’ve always loved her contagious smile and laugh.

Her playful dare was for me to get the guy sitting at the bar to kiss me. I scoffed. “I could not only get him to kiss me, but I could also fuck him if I want.”

Before I knew it, her dare turned into a friendly wager of $200 to prove my claim. I turned my attention to the guy at the bar. After some small talk, I learned his name was Cliff. He wondered if we had met before; I was sure I would have remembered a handsome rugged face like his. After some dancing, I invited myself over to his place to cash in on his body and the bonus $200 prize money from Ashley. The sex was nonstop and lasted until morning. To his surprise, I asked Cliff if I could get a picture of us in bed. When he asked why I confessed it was to offer proof to Ashley for our bet.

After some sleep and steamy shower sex, Cliff fixed me breakfast. As we ate, he said he remembered where he had seen me before. He knew I worked as the transaction coordinator at his mortgage company. He had his mortgage there and was good friends with the CEO, Bob. Cliff knew the company had a strict policy against employees dating customers. Ethics violations in the mortgage industry had taken many companies down. Our CEO easily fired employees for minor infractions that jeopardized even the appearance of ethics compromises, let alone major ones like all-night wild sex with a customer.

It was Cliff’s turn to cash in. I had used him for my pleasure and personal gain to win my bet with Ashley. Now Cliff turned the tables. He gave me the choice of either offering my willing and complete submission to him without limits or have him share the graphic pictures and video with Bob. I realized I put myself in this situation.

Truthfully, something in me was stirred by his ultimatum. The sex with Cliff the night before was amazing. My body still buzzed from waves of euphoria that crashed over me again and again since being there. My naughty depraved side became curious. I looked at him across the table. He was gorgeous, smart, and mysterious. What would it be like to surrender to his control? Not that I had a choice.

“Yes,” I repeated. “I mean it. I will do whatever you say, without limits.”

Cliff smiled. “I don’t need your lips to try to convince my head up here,” he said pointing to his head. “I need them to convince the head that matters,” he said with a glance down to his lap.

I smiled as I stood and moved around the table. He turned his chair, opening his body to me. His cock was already rock hard, pushing against his athletic shorts. I stepped between his legs and pressed my leg against him. His hands moved across my body, one on my pussy, the other under the t-shirt of his I was borrowing. I pulled the t-shirt off over my head and threw it across the room, showing my willing submission to him. I moaned as his hands had their way across my naked 5’10” slender physique. My already-soaked pussy betrayed the undeniable arousal I felt offering myself to him. My nipples grew firm before his eyes. My fingernails raked his bare skin.

I knelt down between his legs and captured his cock with my teeth through his nylon athletic shorts. Cliff moaned with pleasure. I toyed with his cock through his shorts before freeing it using the broad leg opening. His thick eight and a half inches towered. His large red bulbous head was moistened already with precum.

“Mmmm, now this is the breakfast I really want,” I said. I sucked his balls into my mouth and massaged them using my lips and tongue. Cliff leaned back in his chair. I looked up at him before moving my tongue the long distance from the base of his cock to the tip. When I reached the top, I immediately sucked his sensitive head into between my lips before devouring the entire length of his cock into my mouth.

“Oh fuck!” he said as his body involuntarily arched in the chair. The heals of his feet tried desperately to gain traction on the floor to hold himself steady.

I looked up at him with wide eyes, locking onto his. He looked back with a knowing smile. He already had an idea of what I was capable of, but knew it was only the beginning. He would have been right to wonder if my complete willing submission to him could lead to his undoing. He was about to discover he had never met anyone like me.

I reached around and anchored my nails into his ass as my mouth began to fuck his cock. Muffled gurgling got louder as his thick head bounced off the back of my throat. My mouth filled with sloppy saliva, lubricating his shaft with each thrust.

“Oh shit! Harder you slut!”

I responded dutifully.

“You are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you? You filthy cock sucker.” He knew from the night before that the filthier he talked, the more intense my arousal and determination to please became.  

I squeezed his balls and could feel his cock getting close. Right when he was on the edge of climax, I pulled off, leaving him to squirm in his chair.

“Don’t stop you filthy slut. Don’t you dare stop.”

I looked up at him as I offered a sexy smile. My tongue began to lick the base of his head like I knew would bring him to a volcanic climax. His ass squirmed in the chair as the climax grew again.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled.

I relished the reality that while I might be his little sex slave, he was putty in my hands.

“Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh fuck!” he yelled as his ass bucked. I masterfully held his climax on edge until his body could take it no more. I then sucked his head into my lips before lowering my head down the entire length of his thick pulsating cock. My ascent back up brought the first eruption of thick hot cum, filling my mouth. I gagged but continued to devour him, draining every drop from him. Globs of cum spilled from my red lips onto my chest.

The taste of his cum and feel of his release intensified my own arousal. I quickly stood, taking his still semi-hard cock in my long fingers. I straddled his lap and lowered my soaked pussy onto him. Cliff gasped as he dropped his head back in sheer ecstasy. I slowly began to ride him, pleasuring my clit with one hand while running my fingers through his hair with the other. I pulled his lips toward mine and kissed him, allowing him to taste the delicacy of his own cum that still coated my mouth and tongue.

I moaned as I felt his cock harden again inside of me.

“Oh god, yes! Harder you filthy bitch.”

I did as I was told. My entire body suddenly quaked as the climax slammed my body. I screamed, as my ass pounded him harder and my head dropped back.

“Oh fuck!” Cliff yelled, as an aftershock orgasm ripped through his body. His ass bucked wildly as my pussy drained him again. We collapsed in each other’s arms.

“Fuck that was good,” I said, my body buzzing uncontrollably.

“Only the beginning,” Cliff said.

“Really?” I said playfully as if surprised.

“Yes. Time for you to go.”

“How do I get home?”

“That’s up to you,” he answered nonchalantly. “Walk, get an Uber, I don’t care.”

I looked at him a little surprised. Was I really just a plaything he was using?

“What I do know is that you’ll show up in the bar at the Four Seasons downtown at 7:30 tonight wearing something classy, revealing, and sexy. I want you in tall heels and no underwear. I want you to dress like a stylish escort.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because you offered yourself to use however I want,” he answered. “When you show up, your task will be to prove what a slut you really are. It may not be easy or even pleasant, but seeing the way you fucked me last night, you will probably enjoy it.”

“Will it be just us?”

Cliff smiled deviously. “Let’s just say our time together so far was just a warm-up. When you get there, it won’t matter if it is just me or an entire fuckin’ army. You will show up ready to please anyone and everyone I send your way…”

“I’ll be there,” I said.

The Uber driver pulled up outside. I hurriedly threw my red dress on, grabbed my shoes and purse before darting out barefooted. I got in the car realizing I looked and smelled like I had just rolled out of bed after having sex all night. The driver appeared to be in his early twenties. He smiled as he studied me through his rearview mirror. His smirk said everything. I didn’t doubt his cock was already getting hard as he enjoyed the view of my almost naked body. I could also tell he hoped for a non-cash tip. I offered one-word answers to his attempts at small talk, doing my best to not lead him on. For all I could tell, he was stroking himself as he drove in the direction of my condo. He dropped me off ten minutes later and was thanked only by the app notifying him of a usual tip.

I spent the afternoon wondering what Cliff had planned for the night. Truthfully, my nervousness was laced with excitement. He was a handsome almost-complete stranger I had known less than 24 hours. Most of those hours were spent ravaging each other in bed. Now I was to show up at the Four Seasons in a few hours ready for almost anything while wearing almost nothing. I wanted to take a nap, but the suspense prevented it. How did I get myself in this situation?

I called Ashley to let her know I was seeing Cliff again that night. I didn’t share all the details of our new arrangement but did share that the hours of non-stop sex with him were incredible. She was happy for me and used Venmo to send me my winnings, with her compliments on the pics and video. She also let me know she returned my car to my carport from the wedding, with my fob under the backseat doormat. I told her I would give her a full report tomorrow of my night with him.

“By the way, you’re welcome,” she said.

“For what?” I asked.

“For betting your ass into a great fuck."

“Uh, thanks,” I said. Ashley had no way to know yet what betting my ass was going to cost me.

I looked through my closet for what I would wear to fulfill my obligation. There was a short multi-colored blue dress that exposed the sides of my tits. There was a sexy white blouse that tied in front that I could wear with a short skirt. Then I saw it. My short sparkly gold sexy dress that dropped low in front to show off my cleavage, but barely covered my ass. It was so short, I wore it out on New Year’s Eve with black leggings. The leggings would not be allowed tonight. I ate a small dinner, showered and started putting on my make-up. “If he wants a classy escort,” I thought to myself, “that’s what he’ll get.” After finishing my hooker-makeup, I stepped into the dress and put on my matching four-inch heels, raising my height to well over six feet tall. I looked admiringly into the mirror and felt my body begin to respond to the assignment of the night. I was still a little sore from the night with Cliff. Somehow, I knew it was nothing like I would feel at the end of the night to come.

I decided to show up a half-hour early to make sure I was on time, but also to assess the place. I left my car with the hotel valet and walked through the doors at 7:00 pm. I made my way to the bar, enjoying the generous looks I got from the doorman and others inside. I glanced around the room but didn’t see Cliff.

I walked to the bar and ordered a Long Island, hoping it would calm my nerves.

“Buy you a drink?” The high squeaky voice came from behind me.

I turned, hoping it was someone with Cliff. Instead, it was a lone guy who looked to be in his early fifties, about 5’8”, six inches shorter than I was in my heels. He had to be close to 275 pounds, if not more. He looked like a big ball of sweaty flesh. He was disheveled despite his expensive tent of a dress shirt and pants. The smell of his body order whiffed past me.

“Oh, thank you,” I answered politely. “I just ordered one.”

There was an awkward silence, where he just stared at me with a look of lust mixed with awkward confusion. Then it dawned on me that this might be someone Cliff sent to meet me.

“Oh wait, did Cliff send you?” I asked, cringing at the thought. The wheels in my mind were spinning. Why else would this guy even think he has a chance with me? Would Cliff do that to me? He said it might be unpleasant. I pleaded with whatever sex gods might be out there that this guy would just decide to walk away, whether Cliff sent him or not.

“Uh, um,” he stammered. He lowered his head, then suddenly lifted it again. His eyes were bright. “Yes. Cliff sent me.”

“Really?” I asked. “Cliff sent you?”

“Yes,” he answered, this time more confidently.

“Shit,” I thought to myself.

“My name is Tom,” he said without skipping a beat. He put his hand out to shake mine.

“Katie,” I answered, as I hesitantly shook his hand. His hand was moist. I winced.

“Yes, I know,” Tom said. “Cliff told me.”

Damn, I thought to myself. Cliff did send him. My drink came and I took a big swallow.

Tom smiled gawkily and stared. “Want to go up to my room?”

“Do I have a choice?” I asked myself, not daring to voice my question out loud. If Cliff sent him, there was no choice. “I was hoping you’d ask,” I lied with a smile.

Tom paid for my drink as I finished it, hoping it would work quickly to melt my inhibitions.

Tom and I stepped into the elevator alone. The ride up seemed to take forever. Tom smiled again awkwardly as if he had just won the lottery. He grabbed my ass. Tom opened the door to his suite and invited me in, looking in both directions down the wide hallway before closing and locking the door behind us. We both stood clumsily at the foot of his bed. Tom leaned forward and tried to kiss me. I offered a small peck. His small thick hands immediately reached up. One hand groped my tits while the other reached under my short dress to grab my ass.

“Take my shirt off,” he ordered.

I dutifully unbuttoned the front of his shirt. The release of each button exposed more of his pale flabby sweaty body. I tried to peel it off, but the size and moisture of his body gripped the polyester shirt, making it difficult. Tom pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor.

“My pants,” he ordered.

I reached down under the layer of fat that hung over the top of his pants. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. I leaned down and yanked as hard as I could to bring his pants and white briefs down the floor. His small four-inch hard cock tried vainly to reach past the layers of fat above it.

I looked up at him.

Tom reached down and pulled my dress off my body, revealing my fit naked body. “Suck it,” he ordered in a monotoned voice.

I leaned forward and wrapped my red-painted lips around his tiny cock.

Tom moaned. “Oh god!”

I moved my head, easily sucking his length into my warm moist mouth.

“Oh shit!” he yelled.

I squeezed his balls. His knees buckled. My masterful lips and tongue stroked him mercilessly.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled.

I felt his tiny cock already begin to swell as if ready to cum. His breathing quickened. His face turned redder, sweat dripped from his forehead. “Is he going to cum already?” I wondered. Figures. The thought disgusted me, but also gave me hope I could finish him quickly.

Tom’s knees buckled more. “Oh fuck yes!” His high voice squealed like a banshee.

I pulled my mouth off just as the first shot of cum launched from his tiny cock, painting a ribbon onto my naked chest. Tom panted breathlessly as my hand reached up and stroked his cock, draining him. He fell back onto the bed. The bed shook from the force of his weight. I followed him, pumping his cock dutifully. Tom squirmed on the bed. My strokes turned to post-orgasm torture. He tried to move away, but his size made it difficult for him to escape.

“Oh stop, please stop,” he begged.

I smiled back. “I always finish what I start,” I said. “Want to make sure you’re satisfied.”

“Oh god, please stop,” he begged.

I relented and stood up. I walked into the bathroom and washed the drizzles of his cum off of me.

Tom was still moaning on the bed. I wondered how long it had been since hands other than his had stoked his cock. “I hope you’ll tell Cliff you are pleased with our time together.”

“Cliff?” he asked. Tom laughed.

“Fuck,” I said. “Cliff didn’t send you?”

“Sure he did.”

I looked at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed. 7:35.

“Oh shit!” I grabbed my dress, put it on, and darted out the door. Had Cliff sent him? Was I played by Tom? As I left Tom’s room and hurried down the hotel hallway, I had never felt more like a whore.

The elevator descended at a painfully slow speed. I pushed out of the doors and moved quickly to the bar. Cliff was at a table with two other men. He raised his hand to motion me over as if he had been waiting impatiently.

“Not a good start,” he said without a greeting. “I require punctuality.”

“I was with Tom,” I said. “You…”

“Tom who?” Cliff interrupted.

“Damn,” I said. “You didn’t send him for me to fuck?”

“You already fucked someone? You’re more of a slut than I thought,” Cliff answered.

The two men watched and listened quietly. I could feel their eyes stripping me of my dress.

“This is Peter and this is Brandon.”

“Nice to meet you, gentlemen,” I said, trying my best to regain my composure. I sat in the empty chair between the two men, and across from Cliff.

“We’re finalizing a huge business deal tonight that I’ve been working on for more than a year. I suggested we celebrate, with you being the entertainment. They decided to make you part of the deal. Your performance tonight will either mean they sign the deal or walk away.”

“Shit, is that true?” I asked.

“Yes, it is,” Pete confirmed with a seriousness of a lucrative deal on the line.

I smiled nervously in response. Both men looked like they were in their mid-forties, dressed in expensive-looking shirts and slacks. Unlike Tom upstairs, they were average-looking but fit. Peter had blond hair and blue eyes, Brandon had black hair, brown eyes and a trimmed beard.

“I promised them that you won’t disappoint.” He turned his eyes to the two men. “There isn’t anything this little slut won’t do, the more depraved the better.”

I did my best to hide the sudden nerves. Both men turned their eyes on me, studying my body. I felt them undressing me with their minds. I trembled at what they might want from me, but was also scared I might cause the deal to fall through. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the feel of a muscular hand on my right knee, slowly moving up the inside of my long bare leg. My first impulse was to close my legs together, especially because I was in public with these two strangers. I looked to my right and caught Brandon’s eyes. I opened my leg further beneath the table, giving him permission. I knew it was only the beginning. How did I get myself in these situations?

“Shall we take our drinks up to my suite where we can be more comfortable?” Pete asked, seeing Brandon already making his move.

Brandon’s fingers moved beneath my dress to my pussy. Its wetness betrayed the beginnings of my hidden arousal. His finger flicked my clit. I bit my lip as my body tensed. “I think so,” Brandon answered. “I think we may have a long night ahead.”

Cliff paid for the drinks and the four of us moved toward the elevators. I felt like the entire room was watching us, seeing me outnumbered three to one. Some watched with looks of judgment, others jealousy. We stepped into the elevator. Another couple walked in after us. Peter hit the button for the 45th floor, the couple hit 27. As the elevator began its slow ascent, Brandon moved his hand under my dress again as we stood there, groping my ass. Peter smiled at his boldness. Everyone watched the lights at the top of the elevator mark the progress of our climb. The elevator passed the 10th floor. I suddenly felt the bottom of my dress begin to rise. Peter was starting to take it off of me. I protested with a slight resistance, pressing my hands against the front of my dress and whispering “no.” The couple turned around and looked at me before turning back around. I blushed.

Cliff looked over at me silently with disappointment. “Yes.”

The elevator continued its slow climb. I released my hands in concession. The elevator passed the 15th floor. The bottom of my dress continued its climb up my body, first completely exposing my naked ass and pussy. Goosebumps covered my body. I looked up at the cameras in the elevator, wondering who else was watching. Brandon joined in Peter’s mission to undress me. In seconds the dress rose past my tits and over my head. With no choice but to cooperate, I put my hands up, allowing them to strip me. I stood completely naked except for my sexy four-inch heels, with the couple in front of me unaware. Peter handed my dress to Cliff as he and Brandon fondled my naked body with no concern for my public humiliation. The elevator passed the 20th floor. Peter’s hands moved to my tits, twisting my erect nipples between his fingers. Brandon’s one hand returned to my pussy, while the other moved to my ass. The feel of the four hands having their way with me added to the suspenseful arousal of public exhibition caused me to moan out loud.

My moan caused the man in front of me to turn and look. His mouth opened with a gasp of surprise, causing the woman he was with to turn and look. Peter and Brandon smiled at them as they continued to enjoy my body unphased. The elevator passed the 23rd floor. The couple turned their gaze back around to the front of the elevator, looking up nervously as the elevator continued its count of the floors we were passing.

Brandon seized the moment, fingering my clit and pussy mercilessly. My pussy was already soaked. I couldn’t help but moan as my arousal climbed with the elevator. There was no denying it. The elevator reached the 27th floor and stopped. The doors opened, completely exposing me to anyone who might be walking by. The couple stepped out of the elevator. They looked back as the doors closed, seeing my body manhandled by Brandon and Peter’s hands. The man watched Brandon and Peter enviously. The woman looked at my eyes. I looked back at her with a smile. I felt like such a slut.

The elevator doors closed, emboldening Peter and Brandon. I moved my hands to the front of their pants, feeling their mutual arousal. Brandon unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. I reached for it with my hand and stroked it. Peter followed suit. Cliff smiled as I knelt down, looked up into Peter’s eyes, and wrapped my red lips around his dick. My hand continued to stroke Brandon’s cock as I swallowed Peter’s.

“Damn, she is good,” Peter said.

“She hasn’t proven anything yet,” Brandon answered.

Peter dropped his head back as I swallowed his entire length.

“Oh fuck!” Peter said.

Suddenly the doors to the elevator opened on the 45th floor.

“This is our floor,” Cliff said. “We can keep going here or take it to Peter’s suite.

“Let’s go,” Peter said, hesitantly, not wanting me to stop.

I stood up and looked at Cliff. I reached out for my dress. Cliff pulled it away. “No, you won’t need it,” he said.

“Oh god,” I said. I have to…”

“Let’s go,” Cliff answered, stopping the elevator doors from closing. They opened back up. “What room Peter?”

“4569,” he answered. It’s all the way around the other side.

“Damn,” I said.

“You go in front,” Cliff ordered.

I obediently responded and stepped out of the elevator. The men followed me out. Looking ahead, I didn’t notice that Cliff threw my dress back into the elevator as the door closed.

“Down that hall and turn left,” Peter instructed.

I turned the corner I glanced at the sign on the wall. Room numbers decreased from 60 to the left and increased to the right.

“Wait, shouldn’t we go that way?” I asked.

“Normally, but not tonight,” Peter said with a smirk.

I felt like such a slut as I strutted naked in front of the three men, wearing only my four-inch heels. I prayed no one would come out of their room or down the hallway. The farther we walked the better I felt for my chances not being seen, before I noticed the security cameras at each corner of the floor. Our movement triggered green lights on the camera letting me know my catwalk was being recorded.

“She’s a statuesque beauty,” Brandon said admiringly to Cliff watching me walk in front of them. “Where’d you find her?”

“She found me,” Cliff answered. “The next morning, she willingly offered her complete submission. I thought, what better way to take her up on it than to offer her to you two for us to share? I’m going to start calling her bunny because she’s my little fuck bunny.”

“Damn,” I thought, as I heard Cliff brag behind me. Unfortunately, it was true. My bet with Ashley unintentionally put me in this situation with no way out. I had no choice. We turned the third corner and discovered four drunk college-aged guys walking toward us.

“Damn, look at her!” one of the guys said. The others started laughing at the surprise of me walking right toward them, completely naked. “What a slut!” “Look at that whore.” “I’d love to have a piece of that.” “How much for the four of us Slut?”

My face turned bright red. I sped up my pace, hoping to get past them as quickly as possible.

“Slow down, Bunny,” Cliff ordered. “Not so fast.”

My face reddened even more, knowing these guys heard Cliff give me an order to slow down for them.

“Damn, nice piece of ass,” one of them said to Cliff.

“You like her?” Cliff said.

“Oh no,” I thought to myself, fearing what Cliff might do next.

“Want to touch her?” Cliff offered.

“What?” one of them asked.

“Feel free to touch her if you want,” Cliff said.

“Stop, Bunny,” Cliff ordered.

The four guys immediately surrounded me. Their hands moved freely across my body.

“Put your hands on your head,” Cliff ordered.

I raised my hands and interlaced my fingers on my head. I stood there as the four guys molested every inch of my body, inside and out with their eight hands.  Cliff, Brandon, and Peter smiled as they watch these young guys enjoy me without resistance.

“Her pussy is soaked,” one said. “She likes this.”

I blushed, unable to deny it. Their eight hands on my body felt amazing, abusing my nipples, penetrating my pussy, and then my ass. My pussy began to respond with growing arousal. My breathing quickened. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment and humiliation, knowing it was all being recorded on the close-circuit cameras.

“OK, hope you’ve had fun boys,” Cliff said.

“Oh damn,” one answered.

“What room are you in?” Cliff asked.

“4581,” one answered.

“Maybe if there’s anything left of her when we’re done, I’ll send her down to you,” Cliff said.

I jerked my head quickly toward Cliff with a look of “you wouldn’t.” He smiled back assuring me he would, if he wanted.

“Let’s go,” Cliff ordered.

The eight hands slid off of me as I started walking toward the room, desperately hoping we wouldn’t run into anyone else.

Peter tapped his card against the doorknob to his room and opened the door. He ushered us in before closing and locking the door behind us.

The large suite opened up to large windows with a sweeping view of the city. City lights dotted the darkness outside. I turned around and saw the three men looking at me lustily, like I was a piece of meat. I had never felt more like a whore, yet I couldn’t deny my own arousal standing naked in front of them.

“Gentlemen, Katie knows how much I want this deal and will do anything to make sure it happens.”

I gulped nervously.

“There are no limits. So, let’s have some fun.”

Brandon stepped behind me and slapped my ass hard before grabbing it. I whimpered. Peter immediately began unbuttoning his shirt. I reached down to the front of his pants, unbuttoned the front, lowered his zipper before pulling his pants down his legs. I bent over as I did, inadvertently offering my naked ass and pussy to Brandon. Peter’s hard cock bounced up in front of my face; Brandon’s large hand moved between my legs from behind and fingered my pussy.

“Damn, she’s soaked,” Brandon announced. “This little whore likes this.”

I couldn’t deny the arousal of being used by these three men with so much at stake. I reached up with my hand and took hold of Peter’s cock before wrapping my red lips around his head. His knees buckled as I sucked his entire length into my wet warm mouth. I looked up at Cliff and saw him smile approvingly.

I deep-throated Peter hungrily while wiggling my ass teasingly at Brandon behind me. He continued to finger me from behind, bringing me quickly toward orgasm. There would be no denying my enjoyment of being ravaged if I came so quickly, but there was little I could do to keep the orgasm from rising powerfully toward climax. The anticipation all day of what Cliff would require from me, being paraded naked down the hotel hallways on full exhibition and now these three men having their way with me was all hotter than anything I ever imagined would happen to me. In a strange way, I trusted Cliff but also knew I was going to be used all night in ways that were only limited to the imaginations of these three strangers. It was all so overwhelming in the most arousing ways.

I moaned loudly with my mouth full of Peter’s cock.

“Damn, I think this little whore is actually going to cum,” Brandon bragged. His fingers pushed in and out of my pussy, while stimulating my clit.

I moaned again. The more they talked filthy, the more my arousal grew.

“What a cocksucker she is too,” Peter added. His hand reached down and took hold of my tit, squeezing my already-erect nipple.

My body suddenly quaked, unable to hold the climax back any longer. My ass bucked in response. My mouth pulled off of Peter’s cock.

“Don’t you dare stop,” Peter ordered, forcing his cock back into my mouth. He rammed his abs against my face, thrusting his head deep into my throat. I gagged, but reached my hands around his ass, taking hold of it so he could continue to fuck my mouth.

Tears of pleasure streamed down my face. Wave after wave of lust crashed over me as my body responded to the climax.

“Damn, she’s drenched. This pussy has to be fucked!” Brandon said.

Truthfully, there was nothing I wanted more. I felt so horny and trashy. Brandon pulled me back roughly, picked me up, and threw me onto the king-size bed. He laid down on his back and pulled me onto him. I lowered myself onto his cock, allowing it to penetrate. Despite his size, I was so lubricated, he slid right in.

Cliff climbed up on the bed and knelt on the pillows to offer his cock to my mouth. Peter watched as my ass moved up and down over Brandon’s body.

“This girl has three holes, I say we use them all.”

“Oh god, oh god,” I mumbled, my mouth full of Cliff’s shaft.

“You ever experienced double penetration, Slut?”

“Only once,” I confessed. “With two friends in Vegas. It didn’t go very well,” I added.

“Well, time to try that again,” Peter said with a laugh. “I always say you gotta try something at least three times before you decide if you like it,” he said.

I felt Peter’s fingers lapping up my juices from my pussy and leg before his middle finger began circling my tight ass hole. It instinctively tightened at his touch.

“Oh now relax girl. This won’t hurt a bit.”

Goosebumps covered my body in anticipation while Brandon continued to fuck me with reckless abandon. My mind dizzied at the feel of his finger. Even if I had something to say, my mouth was full of Cliff’s cock fucking my face. Peter spit on my ass and circled my back door again before slowly moving his finger into my asshole.

I gasped. “Oh god!” I mumbled.

Peter’s finger moved in and out of me, continuing to lubricate as he went. One finger became two. Each entry went pressed deeper into me until I could feel the entire length of his fingers in me. I gasped again.

Then I felt the head of his cock slowly teasing the opening. The suspense grew, my mind was beguiled by the anticipation of the inevitable. Peter pushed the head of his cock into my waiting hole. My muscles closed tightly around his head, gripping it like a vice. Undaunted, millimeter by millimeter, his cock began its invasion, determined to complete the coup of my ass. His abs pressed against my soft back cheeks, announcing my complete subjugation. He slowly retreated before advancing into me again. With each pass, he moved more quickly and forcibly.

My mind dizzied from the mixture of my body’s pain and pleasure, being so completely used by them without any way out. I felt like such a slut but couldn’t deny my continuing arousal at being used. I lost track of time as I surrendered myself to them.

“Oh fuck!” Peter yelled as his first climax erupted. He gripped my waist and thrust himself deeply into me, filling my ass with thick lubricant. The more he came, the more the lubrication encouraged his continued fucking of my ass. His cum poured from my ass. Peter finally pulled out. My ass was sore and quivered from his evacuation. God that felt good.

Without notice, Brandon raised his hips, gripped my waist with his hands and roughly flipped us around. I landed on my back in the center of the bed with Brandon over me. My mouth hungrily recaptured Cliff’s cock as Brandon continued to fuck me, now from on top. He reached up and twisted my nipples roughly, slapping them between his twists. He lifted my long legs up. I wrapped them around his neck as he pounded his cock into me. He slapped my ass from behind, reddening it.

“Oh god. Oh god!” he yelled. I could feel the first eruption fill me.

“Shit,” I thought to myself.

Brandon pulled his cock out. I reached down and took hold of it with my right hand to stroke it. Streams of thick cum launched from him like a canon. White globs painted my face, chest, tits, and abs. I used my fingers grip on his shaft and palm on his head to continue to drain his cock of every drop. Brandon smile pridefully at the blanket of cum covering my body.

“Augh!” Cliff moaned as his familiar cum suddenly filled my mouth.

I tilted my head back and closed my lips around him tightly as he fucked my face forcefully from above me. His cock felt like a faucet pouring his nectar into my mouth and down my thirsty throat.

“Oh fuck,” he said, his cock captive to the imprisonment of my lips. Peter finally collapsed in bliss. I released his cock. Remnant cum poured down my cheek.

I smiled with some pride, seeing the satisfaction of these three strangers. “That’s a good start gentleman,” I complimented. “But the night is young and I’m just getting started.”

The three men looked at each other in astonishment. Cliff rightfully wondered if they were using me or if I was using them. They fucked me endlessly until the sun came up. Sometimes it was the three of them at once, other times it was one at a time, in the bed, in the shower or wherever else in the expansive suite we could use for our enjoyment. Room service kept the party going with light foods and drinks. Rays of morning sunlight streamed through the expansive window, waking me up from a brief doze. I was laying in the middle of the bed, surrounded and covered by the three exhausted, spent men. None of them had ever experienced anything like the night I gave them. Nor had I.

I watched as the men began to stir. Cliff woke first.

“Damn that was good,” Cliff complimented.

“Thank you,” I whispered with a wink. “Glad you liked it.”

“Just when I think I’ve got you figured out, you take your sluttiness to another level.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said.

Just then, the other men began to wake.

“Fuck,” Brandon said. “That was crazy.”

“Oh, we’re not done, are we?” I said in a sultry tone. “I was hoping for a little breakfast.” I rolled over and moved my face to his cock. “Awfully soft,” I said, toying with the limp piece of meat with my fingers. “We’ll need to do something about that.”

“Oh god,” Brandon said loud enough to wake Peter.

I put Brandon’s dick in my mouth and began massaging it with my tongue while my fingers gripped his still-tender balls. I moaned softly as his length began to grow in my mouth. I slowly stroked him orally as he lay there defenseless. Peter smiled at my initiative. He got up and moved behind me. His already-hard cock pressed against my ass before finding its way to my pussy. I finished them both off in short order, filling my mouth and pussy with new deposits of cum.

“Thank you, boys,” I said, licking my lips. “I’m going to take a shower if anyone wants to join me.”

As I walked into the bathroom, I heard Brandon say, “Well gentlemen, I think we have a deal.”

I looked back over my shoulder to see Cliff shaking Peter’s hand while catching my eyes with a look of pride.

“We have a deal,” Cliff answered.

After I showered, I looked around the suite for my dress. I couldn’t find it anywhere. My mind replayed the events of the night, remembering it was taken off of me while being seduced in the elevator. I vaguely remembered Cliff taking it from me.

“Where’s my dress?” I asked.

“I left it in the elevator?”

“What? Last night? Why? What am I supposed to wear?”

“Is that my concern?” Cliff asked.

“Damn, I really am nothing more than a piece of meat to be used to him.” I thought to myself.

“I can’t go out like this? I’ll be arrested!”

“Again, that’s not my concern, is it? You’re the one who put yourself in this situation.

I couldn’t believe it he left my dress in the elevator. It was certainly gone by now. Even if it was at the front desk of the hotel, I couldn’t go down naked to get it. All I had were my heels and my purse. That would be a sight! And that’s if I made it to the front desk.

“I’m sure the boys down the hallway might be glad to help,” Brandon said teasingly.

I looked in the wardrobe and found one of the plush hotel robes. I took it off the hanger and put it on. It was short, only barely covering my ass, but at least it was something.

“Those aren’t cheap,” Cliff said. “That’ll cost you.”

“I’ll pay it,” I said.

“Yes, you will,” Cliff answered.

“I have a feeling I’ll be owing you a long time,” I blurted.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Cliff said

“What do you mean?”

“I plan on enjoying our little arrangement for a long time. However long it lasts, I think it’s only right that I give you a way out. If you do it, you will be free.”

My curiosity was piqued. “Really? What’s that?”

“Ashley,” he answered.

“Ashley, my friend at the wedding?”

Cliff nodded. “She’s the one that bet your ass and got you into this little arrangement with me, right? It only seems right you can return the favor. All you have to do is get her to trade places with you.”

“How do I do that?” I asked.

“That’s not my concern, is it? I’m just being a good guy and offering you a way out. Take it or leave it. I’m very happy with our arrangement. You never cease to amaze me.”

Thoughts immediately ricocheted through my mind. Would I even do that to Ashley? What kind of a friend would I be if I did? If she were in the same situation, would she do it to me? Ashley is so much more competitive than me, she probably would. Not that she would want to, but if it meant literally trading my ass for hers, she would. But how would I get her to take my place and submit herself to Cliff without limits? Who would willingly do that? Like me, it would only be if she had no other option.

“Hmmm, I can see the wheels of your devious mind turning, like playing a game,” Cliff added.

“That’s it!” I thought to myself.

I put the plush hotel robe on over my naked body, picked up my heels and purse and walked toward the door. I smiled back at Cliff. “I am, and I may have just the way to deliver Ashley to you.”

I stepped out into the wide hallway and turned toward the elevator to make my escape. To my surprise, the four college boys were stepping off of the elevators to return to their room after breakfast.

“Until then, you’re still mine,” Cliff said, just before the door closed and locked behind me, stranding me in the hallway with nothing on but the robe as the four boys walked toward me.