Fiend She was laying out her work clothes for the next day when she looked at the clock and sighed. It was pretty late, even if she went to bed now, she wouldn't get more than a few hours of sleep before she had to be up for work in the morning. She let her mind drift off to the earlier hours while she finished setting up for work. She had two 'customers' tonight, and was scheduled to spend two hours with each. They pay was very good, but she was nervous. She'd learned that the people who would spend this kind of money usually did things to her that she only liked her Master doing. But she was ordered to do so, to keep up her addiction, to pay for her 'crack'. She would do anything to get just the smallest amounts of her Master's cum, and this is what her Master dictated she do to receive what she wanted. She had to do it. She walked around her room, placing her business skirt on the back of her closet door, smoothing out the wrinkles from hanging in the closet as her mind wanders back once again... She was walking up the steps to her first customer's house. The house was of good size, the front yard fairly large with luscious green grass covering the entirety of the lot aside from the driveway and the walkway from the sidewalk to the front door. She reached the top step and stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Just as she was about to reach up to ring the doorbell, the front door opened. She looked around cautiously, giving a quiet yet sturdy "Hello?" From deep within the house she heard a man's voice call out, "Come on in, whore." The title unnerved her for a moment, but she bit back the frustration that came up and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Just as she did that, the man had come out from the back hall and greeted her, "Hello, whore. My name is Mark, however you will call me Sir." She nodded and bowed her head, replying with "Hello, Sir." He smiled, seeming pleased with her courtesy, scanning over her body. She was wearing a short leather skirt, black, that he could tell had been bunched up around the hips, not quite short enough to see her cunt, but he knew that if he told her to bend over, she would do so at the waist, and he would have full access to her cunt and ass. He ran his thumb and forefinger across the cleft of his chin as he walked slowly around her, telling her to stand still. Her top wasn't really a top, he noted. It was a scrap of sheer material, hemmed properly, draped over her shoulders, covering the black bra she was wearing beneath. The bra itself barely contained her ample tits, the areolas showing from the black silk material, barely hiding the center of her nipples. He reached out to pinch her nipples roughly with each hand, as she stayed unmoving where she stood. He watched her as he teased her, noting the intake of breath that pushed her nipples closer to his hands. He grinned to himself, and she noted he had a rather wide and toothy grin. She forced herself to keep from chuckling at the goofy expression on her face as he continued to inspect her, releasing her nipples to circle again. Out of nowhere he gripped her shoulder with what felt like an iron claw, running the pad of his thumb over the tattoo on the back of her neck. He felt her tense as he inspected, and took in a deep breath when he asked, "You're a slave, whore?" She nodded with a soft "Yes Sir," in answer. She heard him grunt before he released her and walked in front of her again. "Undress." he stated simply. Without saying a word she bowed her head and reached up to the pin holding the slip of cloth around her shoulders, clasping it into a bit of the cloth so as not to lose it. She didn't flush when she removed it, exposing her bare flesh, although she did falter slightly when she reached for the clasp of her bra. She looked up to him in question. After noting his nod, she removed her bra and set it on top of the sheer material she had set on the floor. She then reached for the zipper of her skirt and slid it down, letting the material fall down the length of her legs, and stepped out of it. She heard Mark's breath catch as he stood up straight again, folding her skirt simply and laying it down on the pile. The other tattoo! He saw the word 'slut' marked on her skin, telling any who saw it exactly what she was. "Your owner chose a good word for you, whore." he stated with a gruffly voice. She bowed her head, not sure of what else to say, yet acknowledging his comment. He instructed her to pick up her clothing, leaving her in stockings and her three-inch heels, and to place the small pile on the short table in the corner of the room. Once she had done that, he wasted no time in getting started. While she was depositing her clothes in the corner, Mark had come up behind her and spanked her with a wooden paddle across the backs of her thighs. She yelped at the surprise of the sting on her flesh, but didn't dare balk. She was here for this, and for whatever else he wanted her to do. She didn't like it when other men gave her pain. She only trusted her Master to give her such pain, but she knew it was of her position to receive it here. She absently ran her hand over the little bits of swollen flesh on her thighs, giving a soft sigh at remember still what had happened earlier... Mark had laughed at her reaction, pleased to note he had caught her off guard. She turned at his command and he led her into a back room that looked like his own office. This was where he confused her again. Instead of taking her to a room to be fucked senseless, he told her to straighten up the office, while he stood by. It occurred to her only moments after she started that he was right beside her, dealing out lashes with the paddle across her thighs and ass, smiling with approval as her normally white skin turned beet red. Upon finishing the cleaning, she turned to after receiving his acceptance of her job with a "Well done, whore." She bowed her head and whispered softly "Thank you, Sir." as he led her down the hall, back out to the main room. "You took the pain well, whore, but I've grown tired of such games." he said with still a gruffly voice. She stood still, only wearing her heels and stockings, looking at the ground as she heard a zipper being opened. He told her that she was allowed to look at him while she was to give him a blowjob. She didn't move immediately, waiting for him to move if he was going to, and after a moment of him not moving, she took a step forward and knelt before him as he let his pants fall to the ground. His cock sprang free and stood in front of her face. She reached up and took his cock in her hand, leading it to her mouth as she would a straw and started sucking on it like she would any other drink. She watched his cock disappear into her own mouth, sucking on his length as his head tilted back, groaning at the warm wetness of her mouth. He called her names as she sucked on his cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth, saying things like, "What a good cock sucker you are, whore." and "What a naughty little slut you are, whore." She didn't take offense to these words. She knew she was a slut, a whore... She felt an odd emotion boil up inside of her though. She had only heard her Master call her such names. It wasn't long until he was groaning continuously as she pumped her mouth on his stick. He wasn't well endowed, but it was enough to nearly gag her when she went down on him fully. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and forced her head back and forth on his cock, roughly fucking her face. She whimpered at the forcefulness of his actions, but didn't try to pull away. She knew she couldn't have even if she tried. She needed to do this. She had to do it to pay for her addiction. She knew better than to balk at such an action. She could feel his sac tighten against her chin as he held tight against his skin, smothering her with her cock buried deeply in her mouth before throwing her back, holding himself as he came. Long white strings of cum flew from his cock, covering her face, neck and chest, oozing down her tits. He stood there panting for a moment, she unmoving from her position, leaning back as she kneeled, looking at him, yet not at his face. He seemed to cackle as he looked down at her, "That was delicious, whore. But now it's time for you to stroke my cock hard again." She bowed her head just before he sat down on the sofa, pointing at the ground in front of him. She crawled to the position and reached with her hands to stroke him hard again when he stopped her, "Not like that, whore..." he started... "Your tits are covered with my seed. I want you to rub me hard again with your tits." She blinked at first, and then grasped her breasts as he held himself straight, surrounding his cock with her tits. He laid his head against the back of the couch, moaning with a rough tone as she stroked him. He reached forward with his fingers and harshly pinched her nipples, causing her to moan as well. He looked down at her, giving a wicked grin when she winced after pinching her nipples with his nails. "Does this hurt, whore?" he asked with mock innocence. She could only tell the truth and replied with, "Yes Sir, it does hurt." and whimpered when he pinched the rosy flesh harder. He laughed at her as he continued, and she could feel his cock grow harder between her tits. When he had had enough of the show, watching her face writhe with the pinching, he commanded her to straddle his lap and fuck him with her cunt. She hesitated only for a moment before climbing up to straddle his lap, when he gripped her hips, digging his nails deep into her skin and forced her down on his cock, spearing her like a hot knife slicing through butter. She wasn't too wet, but she was wet enough to take that kind of treatment. Mark had told her to holler and cry and moan as he fucked her, which she did. She moaned as she thrusted herself on his cock. After a moment he released her hips and pushed her back away from him, yet his cock was still imbedded deep within her. He had full access to the front of her body this way as he fucked her hard and fast. She had to reach behind her and place her hands on the coffee table to keep from falling off, and to keep leverage to pump her cunt on his cock. He started scratching her then, reaching out to grab and roughly pull on her nipples, stretching them until she cried out in pain, only to release them and run his nails over her nipples, down her torso and over her thighs. While she fucked him, he spanked her ass, thighs and back, teasing the skin with his nails afterwards, digging into her flesh. Just before he came inside her, he reached between their bodies and pinched her clit with his nails. He knew it would keep her from cumming, which was exactly what he wanted. He didn't want her to have pleasure; she was there to please him, not the other way around. She faltered for only a moment before screaming as she fucked him, screaming while he yelled out his release, screaming as she felt his cock kick deep inside of her, his other hand holding her tightly against him. When he released her, she fell backwards to the floor, feeling his cum ooze out of her, holding her hand over her clit, and trying to comfort it as it throbbed in pain. She knew the ploy. It had been used on her before. She didn't like the use of it, but in an odd way she did. She liked only receiving pleasure from her Master. After a few moments, she moved her hand from her cunt and looked up to him. His head was leaning against the back of the couch, and he was stroking himself hard again. Already he was almost at full mast. He cleared his throat and looked down at her, grinning again before telling her to go into the kitchen and get him one glass of water with ice. She nodded and did so, returning to serve him the glass, bowing her head as she gave it to him. He told her to sit on the ground and watch him stroke himself hard, and to tell him what else she was prepared for him to do to her. As she drank, she told him she was allowed to do anything that would not harm her. She had prepared her ass by stretching and lubricating, in case that was what he wanted, and that she was prepared to suck and fuck him as well, which she had already shown. She saw him shuddering at the mention of his possibly fucking her ass. The mere idea seemed to repulse him, which she found odd. Usually her customers were near jumping for joy when she mentioned this. By the time she was done explaining, he was rock hard again, and ready to use her once more. He handed her the glass and told her to go wash it out and place it in the cupboard. She bowed her head with a quiet "Yes Sir." and took the glass, heading into the kitchen. The skin of her bottom and thighs throbbed as she stood up and walked, but she didn't hint to any discomfort as she made her way to the sink. He was behind her, of course, keeping out of her sight so as to surprise her once she had turned on the faucet. She nearly dropped the glass when he suddenly came up behind her and forced his cock into her cunt. Letting a choked cry loose, she had to grip the edge of the counter to steady herself as he rocked back and forth into her. With the steadiest of voices, he commanded her to continue doing as she was told, which took a lot of concentration. She carefully washed the glass, trying not to grip it so hard that it wouldn't shatter in her hands as he fucked her. She had to move to reach the towel, at which point he told her to side step once to reach it. He moved with her, fucking her the entire time as she dried the glass and replaced it in the cupboard. He pulled out of her then, keeping his breathing steady, although deep, and she whimpered in relief as she attempted to catch her breath. He had put quite a fright in her at his sudden intrusion, and her hand shook as she brought her hand up to run her fingers through her hair. He told her to stand in the middle of the open floor and bend over at the waist. He saw her ass hole had been stretched, just as she said. She could again see him shudder at the sight of it, but he also reached out to touch her ass. He spanked her while he continued to stroke himself, keeping himself hard. After a moment, he couldn't keep his curiosity down anymore. He told her to grip her ankles so she would stay in that position, and when she did, he simply stepped up to her and slid his cock into her ass in one quick stroke. The sound that followed was an odd one. It was a cross between revulsion and ecstasy. Another sound followed, and she wasn't surprised a bit when she figured out it was her own groan. This one was of pure pain and pleasure. His length pressed against her ass walls tightly and deeply. The groan that issued was a deep guttural one. She couldn't help it. She liked being fucked in the ass, and she somehow knew that her ass had been the first he had ever used, and that added a bit of excitement to the whole experience. He stayed like that for a couple of moments, becoming adjusted to the tight sensation. She was surprised when he gasped while pulling back, groaning again loudly as he slid fully into her again, "Damn whore... This feels like fucking a virgin, your ass is so tight!" he all but hollered as he began thrusting himself into her ass. It was slow at first, like he was savoring the sensation. She could tell her excitement was getting to him as he fucked her. Each time he pulled back, she took in a deep breath, feeling dizzy from being bent over like this for so long, but she groaned aloud with each forward stroke he made. She could barely make an acknowledgement to his comment. Again, it didn't take long for him to really start fucking her, moving quickly, still penetrating her deeply with each stroke. She had to release her ankles and place the palms of her hands on the floor to keep from falling forward with his deep and hard thrusts. "I can see why so many people love to fuck whore's ass, especially if they're all like yours!" He emphasized the last word with a powerful stroke, making her cry at the pain it caused, which died down to a moan as he pulled back and stroked again. It didn't take long for him to cum this way. When she felt his cock kick inside her again, felt his seed spew into her ass, she couldn't help but cry louder. She knew that her ass had been the first, and after his cock finished throbbing in her ass, and he had pulled out of her, telling her to stand up straight and face him, he confirmed it. "That was the first time I have ever taken someone's ass, but it surely won't be the last." He had to sit down for a moment to catch his breath, during which she told him to retrieve a washcloth and clean his cock. She could feel his cum oozing out of her ass as she completed the task. When she was finished, he told her that he could use his bathroom to clean herself up and get dressed again, and to meet him in the living room to receive her payment. She sat down in front of the mirror in her room as she inspected her face, noting how tired she looked. She carefully cleaned the makeup off of her face, remembering how she did it again earlier that day. She had one more customer to visit before she was allowed to return home to Master and his wife, and she only had 45 minutes to prepare herself and get there. She didn't waste her time cleaning up. She took a quick shower, cleaning herself of any traces of cum. She was happy to note that the scratch marks on her body had died down some, and the water helped to make what was left disappear for the time being. She felt sore, but not so much that she could complain about it. She wouldn't complain about it anyways. She had no reason to. This was her job. She had to do this to gain pleasure from her Master, to get her 'fix.' She quickly cleaned her face and reapplied her makeup, fixed her hair, and put her clothes on once more. After inspecting herself in the mirror, making sure she was presentable again, she walked out into the living room to meet Mark and receive her payment. He was sitting in a chair out on the patio, which confused her slightly. She looked on the coffee table and saw a note with the name 'whore' written on it, and an envelope beside it. She opened the note and read it quietly. It said that she was not to say anything more to him, just to take the payment and leave. She looked at the patio again and saw he was gone. With a silent shrug, she grabbed her purse, slipped the money inside along with the note, and walked out the door to her car. The drive to her next customer was a short one, and upon arriving she noted that the motel he stayed in was clean enough, although it looked like there weren't many people there. She made her way to the room and knocked on the door. A man opened the door and ushered her inside, asking her if she had any problems finding the place. She had a feeling he hadn't done this before, but she smiled and answered that she had no troubles at all. When he had closed the door and stepped in with her, he saw the odd look on her face. She was looking at the other man in the room with them. "This is my friend. I told him that I had hired you, and I thought I would bring him along." She found a slight problem with this as she had only been told there would be one person. "Uhhh... That's fine, but I charge $500 an hour, Sir." He nodded and asked where the problem came in. "The problem, Sir, is that it's $500 per person." He laughed and again asked what the problem was, and she took that as he had figured as much, and was ready to pay. He too wasted no time in telling her to undress. He didn't care about her clothing, just that she was there to be used. His friend had stood up at this point and walked over. She noted that he was already naked, and that the first man was taking off his clothes. She and the men were unclothed and into action in no time. They didn't bother with pleasantries such as names; they just started fucking her. The first man forced her down on the bed, on her back, and instantly started fucking her. His cock was short, but it was thick as well. She watched the other man straddle her chest, pinning her arms between his thighs, and as she moaned he forced his cock into her mouth. They both fucked her for ten minutes before she heard the moan of the first man while he came in her cunt. The second man's cock was still thrusting in her mouth, and she could do nothing but take it all in the position she was in. When he came, he nearly cried with pleasure, his cock spitting cum deep into her throat, which she nearly gagged over. She loved drinking cum, but it wasn't from her Master. She swallowed it though, as the good little whore she was. The men both thanked her for her good job as they sat back, catching their breaths. The first man looked at the clock on the bed-side table and noted that they still had a half hour to use her, and she stayed on the bed as they conversed about what they should do with the rest of their time, they each stroked themselves hard again. She found this part the hardest. They talked about her as if she wasn't even there. These kinds of men used her exactly as she was; a whore, someone who could be thrown away at a moments notice. She didn't care for that thought, and she had a feeling they knew that. They laughed as they each looked back at her. They knew exactly what to do with her... The told her stand beside the bed. The second man laid down on the bed, his hard skinny but long cock standing at attention. The first man told her to straddle his cock and fuck him, which she did without question. She knew what was coming, and she was ready for it. Just after the second man's cock had pierced into her cunt, the first man came up behind her and pressed her down on the other man's chest, forcing her to expose her ass to him. When she did, the first man stroked his small thick cock into her quickly. She couldn't hide the loud moan that came from her, and the other two men howled with laughter. "You like this don't you, bitch." She nodded as she felt the first man fuck her ass hard and fast, while the second just laid back for the ride. She couldn't speak; she rarely could when she was being doubly penetrated. "You're suck a fucking whore," they'd both say almost in unison. "Fuck my cock while I fuck your ass." the first would say, the second following with, "Ride my cock while you fuck his, whore." They commanded each in turn, and she did her job well. She fucked them both until they exploded. She cried at the pleasure of being fucked in both holes at the same time. When cock in her ass slid out limply, she was ordered to go get a washcloth and clean each of their cocks with it, and after returning the cloth to the bathroom, she was to wash herself and dress again, then come out for her payment. She noted that the last hour seemed to fly by, and it was probably because of both men using her at the same time. When she had washed and reapplied her makeup and gotten dressed again, she met the two men (who were now fully dressed in their business suits) back in the main room. They both had a smug look on their faces, and she had for the first time noticed that they each wore a ring on their fingers, indicating that they were married. She felt bad for being a whore right then, being the object of temptation to distract them from their wives, but she kept her expression blank so as not to show her feelings. "You're a good little slut, whore," they said to her as they handed her the full payment. "It's a shame we can't use you more today, but we were only ready for one hour of using you." The first said with a spank to her ass. She gasped at the spank, but thanked them each for their business and walked out as the second man held the door open for her. As she was walking out to the car, she noted that the parking lot was now full of cars, and she wondered if anyone had walked by and looked in, seeing her being fucked by both men at once. She shrugged it off, not really caring if she were. Right now, all that was on her mind was her need to cum, and her need to get her fix. She slipped the money in her purse once she was inside the car and drove home. Upon getting there, she saw that her Master was there, and she prepared herself to meet him. There wasn't much to do, just to have a smile on her face as she walked inside. She saw him sitting in the living room, watching TV, not even noticing her, or at least not giving any indication to her entrance. She walked inside and curtsied to him before kneeling to his left. She offered him the money she had earned this evening that she had retrieved from her purse after she had walked in. He looked at her then and asked her if it was the full payment. She said that it was, and set it down on the end table when ordered to. She then told Master about everything that happened this afternoon, the first customer that knew what she was, other than a whore, and treated her as such, and the second set of customers that had gone from one to two men, and what had happened with them. He smiled down to her as she told him the story while he stroked himself until he was ready to cum. He put one finger beneath her chin and drew her in close and told her to take her 'crack' from him. She bowed her head and took his cock into her mouth just as he came. She felt the warm salty liquid fill her mouth, and she greedily drank of him as she heard his groans of pleasure. She licked him clean and kneeled again, thanking him for feeding her addiction, and for allowing her to please him. She still hadn't cum, but at this point, she didn't care. She had tasted her Master's cum, she had worked to get her fix, and it had paid off. "You did well today, whore," he said with a pleased tone. She beamed at the praise and stood to curtsy to him, then kneeled at his side once more, listening with a happy smile on her face as he told her about his day...
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