You’re still wearing those red fuck-me shoes when we go down to eat. I have made you change into a short white summer strapless dress. It shows off your bare legs and your tits, couched in a satin red bra. The thong – the soaked one you nervously retrieved from the corridor just half an hour before – has been replaced by sensuous red satin knickers. You modelled them for me in the room, bending right over to touch your toes. I loved the way they stretched taught and shiny across your bottom.

I wanted to get my cock out and wank all over your bottom there and then. I made you hold that position, bent over and waiting, for several minutes. I knew your pussy was getting wet again at the mere thought of being fucked hard from behind.

You cleaned up that messy facial. But now there are still strands of cum in your hair and beads of cum drying on your neck. You feel as if your whole body has been bathed in male sperm. You’re getting used to being my cum-wearing slut.

You kick off your shoes under the table and slide your feet up the inside of my leg. Your eyes are full of adventure, longing, and hold out a challenge to me. Your tits are bursting out of that clinging dress. ‘So what are you going to do with your cumslut, next? I’m ready for anything,’ you say, teasing with your wet tongue across your lips, your spirit emboldened and frisky, urged on to danger by the white wine. You trust me, though I also make you nervous. I reach over and firmly grip your hands, whispering your instructions.

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As you go back up in the lift, alone, you are dizzy, mesmerized by my words. It’s a jumble and a mess of feelings as the lift lurches skywards, carrying your body, taking you to new heights. My voice echoes in your head, firm and insistent: ‘You will dress as my whore…..the clothes are all waiting for you……you are lot number 069…..the highest bidder gets you….Sarah the cumslut will satisfy you….she loves anal, loves facials, loves swallowing cum’.

You are weak at the knees as you enter the room and see the outfit laid out on the bed. You quickly strip naked and become aware of the wetness developing between your legs. No touching, that was my command. The black seamed fishnet stockings make you feel instantly like a tart, especially when you attach the scarlet and black suspender belt and feel the smoothness of the red satin knickers against your pussy lips. You slip on the tight black leather micro skirt, smiling at how it barely covers your stocking thighs, and a white see-through blouse. Black four inch sling-backs complete the effect: a tart with a veneer of class.

As you look at yourself in the full-length mirror and gently apply some make-up, you feel like a street whore, a hooker about to go on duty. You can feel the cream seeping into your knickers as the realization dawns on you: I’m going to be fucked by the highest bidder. I’m gonna be used, abused, and fucked rough and hard.

When I enter the room you turn and face me and my cock instantly starts in my pants at the sight of you. You look totally ravishing. A slut, yes, but a classy and delicious one all the same. I hesitate a moment as what I have in store for my cumslut is far from classy – in fact, it is downright dirty and vulgar – and I could really do with a blow-job there and then in the hotel room; but I continue with my plan for you. I make you turn several times for me, my cock hardening at the sight of your stocking legs and those shoes. I smooth my hands over your skirt bottom and feel under to the top of your stockings.

I also have an extra thing for you to wear. I kiss you and take from my pocket a tiny red leather collar. ‘This is for my cumslut tonight. To remind you whose you really are’. You smile nervously as I fix the collar around your neck. I then attach a tiny, almost invisible gold chain to a ring on the collar. I hold the chain and kiss you deeply and passionately. I push you down to your knees, you half expect me to unzip and guide my swollen cock into your mouth, but instead I fondle your hair as you look up at me. As you crouch down your skirt rides up and your stocking tops show. You open your mouth and let your tongue hang open.

‘Tell me what you need, Sarah?’

‘I need lots of cock, sir. I need cum. I need cum all over my face, in my hair, and in my mouth. I need to be a target for cum.'

You open your mouth extra wide for me and place both hands on the top of your head. You know that my cock is rigid, yearning to fuck your face.

‘You are a wonderful cumslut. Now come with me.’ I pull the chain and guide you to the door.

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The walk to the red light district is quite an ordeal, but you feel the excitement tingle with every stare you get – shocked, disapproving, lustful, admiring, even jealous. You are acutely aware of the tiny chain attaching you to me, and the way my hand pats your skirted bottom every now and then. You feel exposed, humiliated, shamed, every other person thinks you must be a hooker going on shift, but you also love it, cherish the sense of danger and risk, and your satin panties are already wet. I feel like a fucking whore, you think. And your nipples stand up erect under the flimsy tart’s blouse.

I take you to a sex shop and we wait for a while. Lecherous eyes are on you and your legs and tits as we browse through videos. Trust Scott, you smile to yourself. Bringing me to the blowjob and facial section. You look at one of the covers – it’s a beautiful girl looking up kneeling, with her face covered in spunk. You secretly wish that was you, hope it will be you. And all the time that chain, reminding you who is boss. Thoughts of giving Scott a blow-job right there, in the sex shop, with everyone watching, flit across your mind. I show you a video of a girl who gets gangbanged and facialed by twenty men. As you look at the cover, my fingers creep up your skirt and fondle your inner thighs. Wet, as expected. I bring my finger to your face and smear the juices across your cheek. You blush, feeling helpless, vulnerable, exposed, and very wet.

Suddenly you feel a tug of the chain. You are led by me to a door at the back of the shop. Along a dark and sweaty passage and down some stairs to a dimly lit basement room. I lead you to the middle of the room and unclip the chain. You become aware of figures in the shadows, three men, watching you, appraising you. So this is it, the auction.

You can hardly suppress your fear as the three men move out of the shadows. All three are tall, good-looking; but your feminine attention is immediately caught by a powerful-looking, athletic black guy on the end. His eyes grab hold of you, it’s as if he’s fucking you already. You gasp, and look down at the floor. The other two look ok, but you secretly hope it’s him.

I come forward and place something around your neck. It’s a sign, a number, 069. Lot 069. You are suddenly aware of yourself as a commodity, a buy-and-sell slut, an object of pleasure. As I talk out of the earshot to the guys, you remember my explicit instructions. You turn around, bend over, lift up your skirt. You hold the position for one minute, staring at the floor, wondering what the guys behind you are thinking. Then you turn, crouch down, place your hands on your head, and hold your tongue out, just as you did for me. It’s an ordeal, holding your tongue like that, but you manage it, sinking deeper and deeper into the cumslut persona you know and love. Then you hitch up the skirt, sit down on the dirty beer-stained floor, peel down the red knickers, and hold your legs wide apart. Blushing with shame, you do as I asked you: you hold your pussy lips open wide and gaping, holding the position for one minute. Then you show them your tits.

Next you are crawling, your bottom now exposed, to the first guy in the row. All three have taken their cocks out and started gently wanking. You know that they have one minute each with your face. The first guy has a long sturdy cock; he dangles it in your face before taking the back of your head and guiding it into your mouth. He fucks your mouth and pulls your hair as he slides his cock in and out. The second guy has a shorter but fatter cock. He makes you lick his balls first, then lick the full length of his shaft and jerk him while you look up. The third guy – the one you have already marked out – has a big, nine inch, Scottust cock. He takes the back of your head in both hands and immediately plunges his cock into your mouth. You feel his member explore your mouth forcefully, push at the back of your throat, and then fuck you hard and deep. You pull back but he forces your head down, using your face as his fuck toy. You know he’s the one.

Your eyes are watering as the time is up and you crawl back to the middle of the room. You are made to wait, your back turned, until I approach you and kiss you on the cheek. I clip your chain back on and we leave the basement room. I won’t tell you anything.

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Your pussy is burning as we enter the hotel room and I place the mask across your face. You are wet, gagging for a fuck, and Scott’s fingers groping your tits and pussy in the back of the taxi hardly helped. And the fact that your knickers came home in Scott’s pocket. You want to unzip me and start sucking, but you know that the highest bidder must get his prize.

I position you on the edge of the bed, your legs apart, your skirt up, and take off your chain and collar. You are aware of me leaving the room, then silence, the clock ticking, the night sounds from the street below. And then someone else, a heavy and insistent breathing, a door closing. Then the sound of unzipping.

Suddenly you sense a hard and fat cock right in front of your face. You feel it nudge against your cheeks, your lips, your forehead. You can feel pre-cum smeared across your face. Your mouth falls open and the cock plunges into you, slowly but surely sliding into your wet depths, tickling your throat. You recognize it. You reach behind and grip his firm bottom in both hands. At that point he seizes the back of your head, grasping your hair in bunches and pushes his cock hard and fast into your mouth. You open wide and you can feel it going in as far as possible, right down to the base, caressing your throat.

Then he’s pumping into you, casually face-fucking you. He’s skull-fucking you, his bitch, his temporary cumwhore. He fucks your throat, making you gag, making your eyes water and your head feel dizzy. He keeps pumping his cock down your throat, making you gag, then pulling out, holding you up by your hair as you come round, and then ramming it in again. You can feel his animal lust, his couldn’t-care-less face-fucking passion filling you, hurting you, stretching you to the limit.

He slobbers his wet and very hard cock all over your face, your hair, your lips. He then smacks you across the cheeks with it, again and again, occasionally pushing it back deep into your throat. ‘You fucking little bitch, you whore, you cunt, you tart, you slut!’ With each stinging word he fucks your mouth deep and without restraint. You are filled up with powerful cock, you are aware of nothing else but cock.

Suddenly he’s pawing wildly at your tits, ripping your bra open, ripping off the blouse, the buttons pinging across the hotel room floor. His rough fingers are down at your pussy, entering you, pushing your legs apart. He slaps his cock round your face again, you can’t see him, only feel this thick meaty insistent cock against your skin, and your hair pulled at the roots, and your throat being fucked.

You feel yourself being flipped over and pinned down by his hard body. His cock enters you in one movement, helped in by an already sopping pussy. You can feel him pumping at your insides, stabbing you, splitting you apart. You scream out with pain, passion, lust as he pulls out to the tip of his cock and then drives it in deep in one shocking movement. You feel like a rag doll, fucked about, used, abused.

You almost pass out as he keeps fucking you, shafting you, clawing at our arse hole with his fingers, opening you up roughly from behind. As he puts two fingers in your tight back passage your body is racked by its first orgasm.

Suddenly he’s shifting you into a new position. You are on your back, your head on the edge of the bed, both legs up in the air, your fuck-me shoes as far apart as possible. You feel a slap on your thigh, rough fingers back in your pussy, and then his cockhead nudging at the entrance to your arse. With one swift stab he’s in you, fucking your arse, pushing it in deep, making you squeal and scream. ‘Take it, you cumwhore, you bitch, you fucking slut!’. His voice is now wild and spitting lust as he fucks your arse

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Suddenly a new sensation. A new sound. At first you panic. Then you remember that sound. The sound of a cock being wanked close to your face. But the big guy is still in me! You realize that men, more men, more cocks, are standing around your masked face.

The fucking in your arse gets harder and more intense, you feel as if your whole body is being ripped open by a massive cock. There’s a deep grunt and a jerk, you feel his cock convulse in your arse. Then a warm flood as his spunk spurts deep inside you. And at that point, another grunt, this time by your face. You feel a splash of warm cum streak across your cheeks, nose and mouth. Instinctively, you open your mouth. The second volley of cum, thick and heavy, hits your tongue, then a third fires straight into the back of your throat. Suddenly, a second load is shot directly into your wide-open mouth, several spurts of hot gooey cream. It’s like a mayhem of cum, you are drowning in it, pure cumslut in cum heaven.

Your mouth is full of warm, sticky, strangers’ cum. You are in a daze, still feeling that huge prick in your arse, your pussy aching with all that rough fingering and fucking. You are aware that the guys are gone, but that I am with you. You get used to the light as I remove your mask. I am sitting on your tits, wanking my cock in your face, getting ready to add my cum to the beautiful picture before me. You hold open your mouth for me, smiling, swirling the thick pool of white, frothing cum with your tongue, letting some drool down your chin, slurping and gargling. Your eye make-up has run down your face from the face fuck. You have strands and ropes of thick cum across your cheeks. I love it, I love my cumslut! And you swallow the lot like a good girl, showing me your mouth.

Your eyes coax me to cum, to mess up your face even more. I pull back my foreskin, feel my spunk rising. I shoot a big thick splashing wad of cum onto your forehead, then a streak of cum into your hair. I add another few strands of cum to your cheeks and mouth and finally shoot some drops onto your eyes. You take me into your mouth and suck me dry, showing me the glorious facial mess I – and we – love so much.

You lay back, thinking it’s all over. But it’s not. You’ve forgotten about the cum load nestling in your arse hole. I make you stand up, I clip your chain back on, I want you as my cum slave again. You crouch down and open your arse hole with your fingers. The cum drips out, still thick and creamy. Your mouth is open, looking up at me, a facial masterpiece. You bring your fingers to your mouth and show me the cum load from your arse. And you lick your fingers dry, swallowing the load, shameless and beautiful, the ultimate cumslut.

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You lie on the bed, shattered but satisfied, filled up and emptied out. I run a bath for you, filling the water with scents and lotions you have never smelt before, designed just for you, for a princess. I carry you to the bath and gently lower you into the perfumed water, peeling down your stockings, wiping the spunk from your face with your red satin knickers. Your can sense the cum floating out of your body into the water.

I kiss you and adore you. I have placed the money in your purse, all of it, as it is yours. Tomorrow you will find it and blush with a mixture of embarrassment and pride. You know you will get something sexy and beautiful with this money, something to please me. And as you count the notes you will find the message from me: To my cumslut, who is priceless.