After my night as Brian’s whore, the third Partner from my law firm who had used me so far in the week, I woke up feeling very satisfied. I had really got off on the hooker thing. I loved the roleplaying and I loved the dress-up. I particularly loved my new blond hooker wig. I couldn’t wait to wear it again. It was such a turn-on being paid to give Brian a golden shower and I really got off on imagining I was being watched while Brian fucked me up the arse on the balcony of his hotel. I couldn’t believe how much the thought of being paid for sex excited me. I knew I could quite easily do it for real.
The thought of doing some escorting was very appealing. I didn’t need the money. It was purely about the sexual high, about being nothing more to a man than a good fuck. How I had changed in a few short days. Or maybe I hadn’t changed. Maybe this was the real me. Could it be that my major sexual turn-on was just that, giving myself to men for their sexual pleasure?
Tonight, it was my boss Rick’s turn to use me. He was using me to satisfy him whenever and however he wanted at work, so I wondered just where he would take things outside the office. As my boss, and the author of my contract, he controlled me. I loved being called in to suck his cock with no notice. It satisfied all my submissive urges. He was powerful, hunky and had a great cock that I loved wrapping my lips around. He was my Master.
I asked him what he wanted me to wear tonight. ‘Brian told me about the wig. Wear that, and make sure you are as slutted up as you can be without being arrested for indecency. Tonight, we will find out just what sort of a slut you really are. Wear this’ he said. He handed me an anklet with the word slut on it. It was quite subtle. You would have to look carefully to see the word, but it was there, ‘slut’. I was labelled. I loved it. It satisfied all my desires. It felt risky and naughty. Right there and then I knew I just wanted to be the filthiest slut I could be. This was the real me!
I decided to wear the boldest dress Diana had given me. It was black and had a V neckline that plunged from my shoulders to just below my navel. It was see-through enough that you could just make out my nipples, but not in a manner that made it totally indecent. The sleeves were puffy and came down just below my wrists. The dress was short and clingy. It would have been pretty clear that I had no panties on, but in a subtle, classy way. It was perfect. I finished the look off with a sparkling black sequined collar to give the submissive look. I looked in the mirror. I looked hot. I looked absolutely fuckable. I went a bit heavier on the make-up too; somewhere between the sexy and whore look.
When I came downstairs Steve’s jaw dropped. He was speechless. It looked like my outfit had worked. As Steve was ogling me there was a knock at the door. I opened it and It was Rick. He looked at me and said ‘perfect, the classy whore look, I love it’. ‘Why thank you sir’ I responded with a smile. ‘Everybody will love it’. I looked at him hoping to get a bit more information. Everybody? He could see the look and said, ‘all in good time’.
Rick looked inside to where Steve was sitting and said, ‘I will take good care of your wife mate, and I’m sure she will take good care of me’. ‘Enjoy her’ said Steve. I loved the way I was just a piece of meat in the way they talked about me. I was their slut to use and share. It made me wet thinking about it. I walked to the car with Rick. He opened the passenger door for me. As I put one foot in the car he ran his hands between my arse checks and touched my slutplug. ‘Just checking’ he said.
As we took off to wherever we were going, I looked at this handsome suited up boss of mine and said, ‘would sir like me to suck his cock’. I was now feeling very turned on. The everybody thing was a little disconcerting, but it went straight to my slut pussy. I was wet with anticipation.
I found that I loved asking a man if he wanted me to suck his cock. With that simple question I was giving him all the power. I was letting him know that it was all about him, about his sexual satisfaction. I wanted the man to have the power. I wanted to please him, and what better way to do it than to suck his cock. I was pretty sure this wasn’t going to be the only cock I sucked tonight.
‘That would be lovely’ he responded. I didn’t let his cock out of my mouth for the entire drive, so I had no idea where we were going. I could tell he was close to cumming as he slowed the car down and seemed to enter a driveway. I went to look up. ‘Keep sucking slut’ he said.
He stooped the car and told me to get on my knees. He then pulled my dress over my arse and started stroking it. That was all it took. He came with my mouth wrapped around his cock. I made sure I didn’t spill a drop so nothing went on his suit. I also made sure his cock was totally clean and had stopped leaking cum before I lifted my head up.
‘Look behind you’ he said. I looked around and there were two young men standing behind a pillar looking, trying to make sure we couldn’t see them. They were looking straight at my arse. ‘Don’t move’ he said. Rick then put his hand underneath me and started playing with my soaking wet pussy while the men watched. I looked around and could see that we were in a back corner of the carpark. Next thing I heard the door open. ‘Feel free to have a feel’ said Rick. He had waved them over.
I felt fingers at my pussy and open palms massaging my arse. I then felt fingers inside me. ‘She’s fucking hot, would you let us fuck her’ said one of the young men. There it was again. They were asking for the man’s permission to fuck me, not mine. I just loved it. ‘You can taste it, but if you want to fuck it you will have to be patient and wait until I’m back and then hope that I am in a benevolent mood. But I really have no idea what time that will be and there are no guarantees’ said Rick. I loved the way he talked about it. I loved how he made me an object. I was not consulted as to how I felt.
I was actually glad he didn’t let them fuck me. I would not have resisted, but I didn’t know these guys and it was early. With a few drinks in me I might feel a bit looser later on, if they were still there that is. One of the guys said ‘please, why can’t we fuck her, we won’t take long’. He sounded very young. ‘I told you, later maybe. Now have a taste of that sweet pussy and be quick about it’ said Rick.
I felt two hands on my arse cheeks open me up and a tongue plunge inside. I looked at Rick who had a big smile on his face. I felt a bit embarrassed at my predicament. The embarrassment was a turn-on though. I was so easy. I just allowed Rick to share me with these guys. ‘Ok, that’s enough, your turn now’ he said to the other young man. Rick sounded very authoritarian, just like a Master should. I loved thinking of him as my Master. When he told the other guy that his time was up, he shut the car door behind me and told me to sit on the seat and pull my dress down.
‘Well, that was a nice little bonus, a great start to the night. You did very well my gorgeous little whore. Looks like there won’t need to be any boundaries tonight’ said Rick. I had no idea what he had in store for me. That was the most exciting part. It was clear that he got off on sharing me, so I assumed that was exactly what was going to happen. It was what I wanted, to be an obedient slut for my Master. I felt so owned by him at that point.
Rick and I pulled ourselves together. We took a lift from the carpark up to the top floor of the building. After we stepped out of the lift Rick was greeted with familiarity by an attendant who showed us to a private room. We had to walk through the restaurant to get there. I attracted plenty of attention. I loved that the men were mentally undressing me.
I walked in and there were three men there. They were all well-dressed. They were older than Rick. Rick introduced me around. ‘These are my three most trusted mentors. I worked for them years ago. It is because of their guidance and support that I have ended up where I am today. I owe these guys so much’ he said. I put my hand out to each of them. ‘Nice to meet you all’ I said.
They looked to be around 60. ‘So nice to meet you Lisa’ said one of them. ‘We’ve heard so much about you’ said another. ‘Rick speaks very highly of you’ said the other. I looked at each of them as they spoke trying to work out where this was all going. Yes, they all took me in, but each of them was very polite. I couldn’t imagine anything untoward happening over dinner. That relaxed me a bit. We sat around and Rick talked to each of them about their joint interest, the law, and the waiters came in and out with drinks and food.
I was not heavily involved in the conversation. I was mainly Rick’s adornment, an object. After the main meal one of the men, Peter, who was sitting next to me asked me to stand up. He did the same. He looked straight at my breasts. Where was this going? He put his arm around my waist and slid his other hand inside my dress and caressed my breast. He then put his lips to mine. I wasn’t sure what to do. Whilst the room was private, we had waiters coming in and out, and the other patrons were just outside. I looked at Rick and he nodded. I opened my mouth and Peter put his tongue hungrily inside. He now had one hand on my breast and the other under my dress feeling my bare arse. This, I had not expected. Not there anyway. It made me feel so submissive.
‘She’s gorgeous Rick’ he said. He then turned me around to face the table with my back to him. He pushed my chest down on the table and said, ‘we know what you are Lisa, so don’t go objecting’. He lifted my dress above my waist and exposed my bare plugged arse. I heard a zip come down from behind. Peter was about to fuck me, fuck me in front of everybody. I had not said a word since he first touched me. Nothing came out. Everybody must have noticed the shocked look on my face by now.
‘Very nice’ said Peter. ‘While she has been acting all demure over dinner she was sitting there with no panties on and a buttplug up her arse. What a dirty slut’. Peter put his hands on the inside of my thighs and spread my legs. ‘Look at the slut, she is wet through, her pussy is glistening’. How embarrassing. How thrilling. Rick had set me up perfectly.
Unceremoniously, Peter removed my buttplug. Seconds later I felt his cock slide into my arse. It slid in easily. I was wet. Of course, it had to be my arse. That put me firmly in my place. I was bent over a table in front of my boss and his associates being fucked up the arse by a much older man. It all happened so quickly. As Peter was fucking me a waiter came in and filled up our wine glasses. It could not have been more humiliating. What must he think of me as Peter thrust his cock into my arse while everybody sat there watching? I loved it. It made me look cheap.
Peter fucked me until he came inside my arse, with Rick and the other two men watching, and the waiters coming and going. I felt my bowels being flooded with his warm semen. It felt so good. I came as he came. There was no pretence now. It was the most wonderfully humiliating thing that had ever been done to me. It satisfied my every submissive desire. Doing it in a public place without any warning in front of men I had just met made me feel like such a used slut.
‘Tell them what you are Lisa’ said Peter, his cock still inside my arse. By this stage I assumed they all knew about my contract. ‘Tell them Lisa’ he said. I gasped and out it came. ‘I am the Company slut and I am contracted to allow the Partners to use me in any way they want. I am their whore and they