He was much older than I, but he had a lot of money. He was very
important to his company, so he traveled extensively. We were only dating two weeks before he
bought me a very expensive diamond necklace. The only real problem was, he didn't perform too
well in bed. With all the other benefits, I just decided to deal with it.
We had made plans for the weekend when, at the last minute, he had
to fly down south for a big meeting. I begged him to take me with him, and he finally
agreed. We flew down and had a limo take us to the hotel, where he stayed whenever he came
here. We walked up to the desk and the clerk looked at me like I was trash, then spoke to
Kevin.
"Good afternoon, sir. We are so glad you are staying with us
again," he motioned slightly towards me, "I see you've made your own 'arrangements' this
time."
"Um, why, yes, no need for anything special this trip. If you could
have my bags brought up . . . "
"Yes, sir, right away." As we walked towards the elevator, I looked
back to see the clerk and a few other employees staring at me, whispering and laughing. I
knew it would make me look even worse, but I couldn't resist giving them a unique finger
gesture just before we boarded the elevator. Kevin didn't even notice.
The room was beautiful: a fully furnished suite with a hot tub, fire
place, and a gorgeous view of the city. I jumped on the bed and laid back, looking up at
Kevin.
"What 'special arrangements' were they talking about in the lobby?"
"Oh, they were talking about, um, transportation, yeah, that I had
my own limo bring us here, instead of them sending someone to get us. That's it."
He sat down with me on the bed, and started unbuttoning my top. He
slipped it off my shoulders and caressed my titties as he kissed my neck. I unfastened my
bra and let it fall free, then I laid back. He moved up on me and gently kissed and licked
my nipples, making them perk up hard.
He tugged down on my very short and naughty skirt to reveal no
panties. His eyes opened wide, he smiled, then lay down on top of me. His fingers pressed
into me quickly and I groaned slightly, he always did that, not letting me get wet first.
He kissed me deeply, his fingers slipping in and out until I was finally wet and it felt
good. He sat up, I moved to him, and opened his pants.
I let his cock out of his shorts and gently stroked his shaft. I
kissed the tip, letting my tongue wiggle against the slit. My hand went down to his balls and
I squeezed them firmly as I let the head into my mouth. I sucked his hardening penis while
fondling his sack, letting him go deeper into my throat until I had him all the way. I
sucked harder, my lips gliding up and down him, my tongue teasing along as it slid over it.
He groaned, then held my head firmly and shot his sperm into my mouth. I closed my eyes,
thinking how I was going to get off now, when the phone rang. He had to run off; they were
having a last minute meeting before the presentation. He kissed me on the cheek and told me
he'd be back in a few hours. Then he crossed his arms and looked down sternly at me.
"Karla. Swallow it, now."
I did. Ugg.
I brushed my teeth, then went into the hot tub. I lay back and
gently played with myself, feeling the warmth of the water, and the warmth of my own pussy.
I brought myself to orgasm 5 times before I got out and took a nap. When I woke up, it was
dark and Kevin hadn't returned yet. I watched some cable, but nothing good was on. I looked
over some brochures for the area, but that was boring, too. I thought I heard Kevin outside,
so I quickly went to the door, still naked, to greet him.
I peeked out but there was no one there. I looked right across the
hall and there was a tray on the floor, with some dirty dishes - and a newspaper! Finally,
something to do! I looked both ways, all clear, and I quickly went out to get the paper.
Just as I bent to pick it up, I heard my room door slam shut.
Leaving the paper, I tried to open the door but it was definitely locked. Just then, the
elevator rang. I looked around, panicking, when I saw the stairway door. I opened the door
and went in the stairwell, and let the door slam shut behind me. I heard a click, then I
read the sign.
"ATTENTION! No Access to Floor! Proceed to 1ST Floor Lobby!"
What was I going to do? I sat for awhile and shivered - the air was
on, and the cement stairs were very cold. Finally, I went downstairs. 16 floors. When I
reached the lobby I noticed a housekeeping cart just outside the door, with a hotel towel on
it. I stepped out of the door and what seemed like fifty - but probably only about ten -
people stopped and stared at me. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around myself, my face
must have been bright red. I went up to the desk. My "friendly" clerk was still there.
"Excuse me, I accidentally locked myself out of my room. Could you
get me another key to get in again?"
"What? You think I'm stupid? Mr. Helmwithe has been back in his
room for the last 45 minutes. If you were locked out, he'd let you in. All you hookers are
the same - obviously you did something wrong if he kicked you out with just a towel. I'm
not going to waste his time with you, just leave, and we won't call the police." I screamed,
yelled, and then begged him to call up to the room, but he wouldn't. He picked up the phone
and then two big men came up, picked me up, and carried me to the door. The clerk called to
them.
"Hey, that towel! It's hotel property!" One of them grabbed the
towel away and they literally threw me out the front door, naked, into the street. I looked
around frantically, trying to cover myself. Men, women, staring, pointing, several even took
pictures of me standing there. I ran back in, rushing past all the people in the lobby, up
to the desk. I cried, pleaded, and finally he made an offer. Give him a handjob and he'd get
me clothes, and a cab home. It was disgusting, but I wasn't in a position to argue.
He took me into a back room and made me take out his cock. I
stroked him hard, jerking fast, but not rough, trying to get him off quickly. Then the door
opened and three other employees walked in.
"Whoa, what's this? Party time!" Before I could even argue, I was
pushed down onto a couch. "Where'd ya get her?"
"She's Mr. Helmwithe's prostitute - she finished early and he's
giving us a freebie! We'll send him up something special in thanks, but for now . . .
gangbang!"
They held me down while the first man passed on his handjob, putting
his cock down my throat. I had him so hot already he blew quickly. I gagged and swallowed
weakly, while he pulled out and splattered more cum on my face.
"I'll get the others - I'll be back!"
He left and the other three took over. One forced his long cock
down my throat in one hard thrust, while the other pushed into my barely wet pussy. The
third stood over me, stroking himself patiently. In and out, I lay on my back under these
two, cocks driving deeper, harder, faster. I didn't even notice after awhile, 15 other men
came in and were watching. My mouth, with no warning, suddenly was filled with hot semen
and almost at the same time cum spurted up into my now very wet and hot pussy. I tried to
gasp out to stop, but suddenly I felt like I wanted it. One after the other, one in my
mouth, one in my pussy, they all took turns and I was screaming in orgasm, too high to
resist.
I was brought to reality quickly when I felt a pain like never
before. I squirmed and kicked, but I was quickly pinned down. I tried to scream for help,
but I was gagged with a pair of men's underwear. I shook, crying, as my ass was being
fingered open. Two, three, rubbing cum on my hole to lubricate me. I felt the head of a
cock pushing on me then. I tried to pull away, but it was no use.
Deeper, slowly, the thick cock stretched me open, deeper up into
my ass. He made it all the way in, then he pulled back slowly. Without warning, he slammed
himself all the way back in! I felt my face drain as I tried to scream, my eyes almost
popping out. He rammed up into me, harder, harder, then he held in it and filled me with
cum. I had perhaps 5 seconds rest, when another took me from behind. After several of them
came in my ass, I had to go, but they kept on pounding. After everyone came in my ass, they
let me relieve myself into a pitcher. Then they made me drink three glasses - enough to get
me sick - then I passed out.
When I woke up I was still naked. There was dried cum all over me.
I looked around and I realized I was laying in an alley, surrounded by dumpsters. I was
nowhere near the hotel. This area was obviously a very poor and bad place to be.
I could barely walk as I went down to the street. It was just
getting dark, and I looked up and down the street. Then I saw them. A gang. Before I could
move, they saw me, too. I ran back into the alley, but I did not get very far.
I lay on my back on the grimy ground, squirming as they grabbed at
my tits and pussy. One called first and four others pinned down my arms and legs. The rest
of them surrounded me, looking down on me, helpless. Again, one by one, thick, dirty cocks
were thrust deep into my sore but still wet pussy. I stopped struggling after about the
eighth man, but when they rolled me over I fought back again.
They took my ass, tightened up since my last time, and it hurt even
worse. After everyone had taken me - both sides - my pussy and ass spurting and dripping
cum, the whole group of them, maybe thirty or so, covered my body and filled my mouth and
tummy with bitter piss. Then I heard the sirens. They all took off, leaving me lying there.
Two cops walked up.
"Yup, another fuckin' hooker. Get up, girl, time to spend the night
in 'girls' school' again."
I tried to protest, but they just laughed. I was cuffed and put in
the police car. I was taken to the station, led through the entire building, all the way
to the back, still naked.
"Cooperation is the key here, lady. You could spend a little time
here with me and a few boys, or you could spend a month here waiting for a trial."
He unzipped his pants and I answered him by getting down on my
knees. I had just finished sucking off all 8 male officers when a very large, mean-looking
police woman walked up. She opened her pants and I found out she wasn't a very clean woman. I
said no. The others pulled me to her and they made me lick her awful pussy clean. Then the
first man came up again.
"I told you to cooperate and you'd get off easy. Now you made us
have to fight you to get between Greta's legs, and we have to lock you up for the night. We
don't supply clothes here, so since you chose not to wear any you get to stay that way."
I was taken to the lockup, which consisted of two small cells.
Both of them had 4 men in them already - drunks, gangbangers, troublemakers.
"We got to get all 8 of them in one cell, we got a bitch
tonight."
Greta laughed. "No, put her in with them. She's a prostitute, she
don't care."
I struggled with the officers as they forced me into the first
cell. Greta came to me. "If this cell doesn't suit you after a few hours, we'll put you in
the other for a while." She laughed loudly and evilly, as she locked the doors and left me
there, still naked.
Greta moved me back and forth between cells three times that
night. The next morning she brought me out and took me to a private room. There was a
simple, but pretty, outfit hanging in there. She pointed to the clothes and then took off
her pants. She lay back on a desk, her legs over the side, and waited. Slowly, I approached.
I got down and licked her. She pulled my head to her awful crotch and held me firmly as I
licked her into 4 orgasms. Then she pushed me to my knees and squatted over me, her bush
right on my mouth.
Then she began urinating.
I pulled back, her hot fluid trickling down my tits, before she
grabbed my hair and pulled me back to drink her piss.
"You worthless bitch - you didn't earn those clothes! Go get your
pimp, and don't let me catch you on the street again or I'll SHIT in your mouth next time!"
The head officer ended up giving me the clothes, then he drove me
to the hotel where I said my "pimp" was staying. I walked right in, past the clerk, up the
elevator, to our room. I knocked on the door and another woman, wrapped in a blanket,
answered the door. I was shocked. I looked down.
"Sorry, wrong room." Then I walked away.
As I was leaving the elevator, I realized I had no money to get
back home. Just then, the clerk walked up to me again.
"Hey, if you're finished again, we're having a bachelor party
tonight and we need a good hooker. We'll pay you two grand."
I was ready to slap him, but then I stopped myself. I flew home first
class the next day. And I acquired a new taste, too. Mmmmmm.
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