The maid was either too jaded or too tired to pay attention to the naked woman on the walkway. Either way, her eyes just slid over my quaking form and she turned down the aisle and around the corner. 

Cold air or not, I was terrified. Months of charged conversations were nothing compared to the raw emotion of standing here, pussy dripping as I showed each  piece of clothing to the peephole. The humiliation was going to kill me. The disregard of the maid was just salt on the meat of the fact that I was there to be reminded of how pitiful I was, an attention whore, a shameless slut. 

Those and so many more degradations ran through my mind as I lifted the last sock and the door creaked open. 

He was my height and disappointingly average looking, with mousy hair, a big nose and pudgy body. But then my gaze met his. A rich hazel blend of gold and green, the force in them struck me and my momentarily forgotten shaking resumed. Behind that gaze was the man who promised to break me. He pulled me just inside the door, fingers like a vise. Disregarding the open door, he inspected me callously. Turning me this way or that, shoving his fingers in my mouth then my cunt and back. He muttered the whole time. The only time he showed any approval was at the wetness that came away from between my legs.

With that done, he directed me to the table in front of the window. The view is that of any cheap motel. Walkways and parking lots. Blinds open so the sun and any outside stares could come flowing in, I sat at the chair and stared at the two paper copies in front of me. The slam of the door seemed even more final as I  read the words. The final outline of all the things we had spoken of for this day. The last line had me holding my breath. 

I, Jenny Givens, submit to the mastery of Kevin Hart for the day of June 22nd of my own willingness and awareness. 

Without letting out my breath, I scrawled my name along the bottom.  It barely started to sink in as he swept the paper from in front of me, folding it up and putting it in the safe box. 

Approaching me, he easily turned the chair and me to face the room. OK, he’s stronger than he looks. 

Velcro straps appeared, attaching my arms and legs to the chair. Startled, I began to ask but was cut off by the washcloth he stuffed in my mouth. The dry cotton seemed to seal itself in my mouth. No amount of saliva would make this fabric comfortable or moveable. A glance in the mirror showed a girl with wide rolling eyes, curls disheveled around her reddened face. 

He jams a hitachi wand between my spread thighs and starts it at some heinous rhythm. It’s just enough to keep me alarmingly aroused as if my being tied up in front of the window was not enough.

He leaned in, hands bruisingly hard on my forearms. Those eyes caught me, like a snake with a bird. 

The seemingly normal voice, calm and normal as he stated that I would not orgasm before they arrived. If I orgasmed before they arrived, he would turn me out of the room, no clothes, no sex. No threat, it was a promise.

Looking at his certain gaze, I simply nodded as my pussy juices flowed. 

Disregard filled his expression as he stood up and walked away to focus on his phone. Moaning quietly, I tried to think of anything to keep me from orgasming. His ignoring me only made my wetter. I squirmed, focused on breathing. And I prayed that I wouldn’t orgasm. I craved this, this whole debacle. So much so I couldn’t put words to it. Just being a prepared sex toy, sitting. waiting until its time to be used was more than I’d ever dreamed would happen. I would not miss out on this chance to fulfill the most difficult fantasy I’d ever chased.

 Its about 30-40 minutes before 3 others came in. I had almost dozed off in some sort of lust drenched fever dream. The catcalls from the window startled me awake. Suddenly aware of everything, I almost came. Instead, Kevin killed the switch on the wand as he went to the door. This left me crying in a thankful, desperate state. My pussy was grasping for a cock, any stimulation to finish the job. The boys just laughed and leered at me and my ruined state as they came in. 

Kevin took all their phones (part of our agreement) and the phones joined my paper in the safe. 

Unstrapped, ungagged and pulled up from a puddle of my own juices, I stood on wobbly legs before them. The lusty, considering looks pinned me in place. I dropped my gaze in shame. I heard the drapes close and shivered in dread and desire.

The redhead grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. Palming my breasts, he grinned down at me as I started to relax into the warmth of his hands. Gripping strength on my asscheeks before the guy behind us tests how wet I am. His exclamations of delight mixed in with derogatory terms goes straight to my head and I moan. I lean into the hands caressing my chest. I just want to be used and its making me impatient. I reached for the redheads zipper as he tries to lift me up by my nipples. He grins cruelly as he comments on my eagerness despite my cries of discomfort and pain. 

Those hard hands dragged my tits downward. My body has no choice but to follow.

Its only a small blessing when his hands let go, since they only move my head to his now unveiled cock. More hands joined in molesting me as my tongue circled the head of his cock. The new crushing grip on my breast made me gasp and the cock jammed its way deep into my mouth. I tried to give a decent blowjob but the fingers slamming into my cunt made me shriek. The room starts to spin a bit. The pain of knuckles grinding into my clit, no air from the cock boring into my throat. In the background of my mind, I was pretty proud that I gagged but didn’t vomit. The fingers are replaced by a cock and I’m caught in a seesawing haze. Trying to focus enough to be a good whore is the only thought with enough air to survive. The whirlwind of sex just keeps going.  I’m not sure how many times. I gasp for air between one cock and the next. I was drooling so much spit and cum. One of them actually cleaned his cock off in my hair. I orgasmed just once, convulsing when a cock that had invaded my ass came in tandem with the one in my mouth. 

They took a break after that. I was returned to the chair by the window, naked and vibed. My poor pussy was so overstimulated, almost raw now. Initially I sat there and mewed at the guys. My throat was screaming at me while I tried to clear the thick saliva and cum coating from it. No restrictions, so my tortured pussy ripples with little orgasms. I’m whining my way through them. They ignored me regardless, the sounds of an entertaining sport overruling my incoherent objections. 

The world was still a little fuzzy from overexertion and oxygen deprivation. I must have drifted off again. I startled when Kevin pulled me up out of the chair. I stumbled to a kneel in front of him. I was so tired and my skin was so sensitive. My clit had gone numb. The others basically ignored us. He used my hair to make me look at him. Something in my dazed expression seemed to satisfy him. 

He cupped my chin and squeezed til my mouth opened. To my shock, he spat in it. I weakly tried to yank back but his iron grip kept me there. He reminded me that fuck toys don’t get a decision on their treatment. Tears came to my eyes from the pain and shame. He finally smiled as the tears came down my cheeks. He jammed a hand between my thighs, scooping the grool and cum from them, just to smear it over my mouth and cheeks.

He proceeded to face fuck me then, ultimately turned on by my wretchedness. The  boys, in turn, left their game for their next round with me. 

I lost track of time shortly thereafter. Another someone fucked my ass. They managed to have me airtight at least twice more. I didn’t pass out but I don’t remember much either.  Time got lost in the smell of sex and semen, a blur of bodies, grunts and laughter. It was just a line of cocks and leering faces. There may have been others who came or went. I couldn’t tell you. I just sank into it, the glorious headspace of being a fuck toy. 

I was splayed across the bed and the boys were gone when Kevin smacked me conscious. I was undeniably crusty, so sore that walking would be a challenge and the most tired I’d ever been. 

He held up a roll of money, wrapped in plastic, in front of my baffled face. It was a large roll, probably singles given the fact it was almost 3 inches across. The smirk on his face was cold when he told me it was time to get paid. He had made me a whore, so I could be paid as one.

The exhaustion kept me frozen in confusion. Just long enough for him to shove me around and haul my ass into the air. A hand between my shoulder blades pressed my face into the sex soaked linens. He used the other hand to shove the wad of cash into my abused pussy. I was bawling at this point, so ashamed and hurting. Barely started and he pulled it out and spat into my pussy, once, twice. Already a dried up whore, needed all the help I could get, he laughed at me. Twisting, driving, rocking the mass into my still gaping hole as he jammed my face into the sheets so no one could hear me. Laughed in true enjoyment as he wedged this monstrous object into my pussy. My hands were clutching at the sheets while I struggled, cried out.  Finally, his task achieved, he leaned over to instruct me to leave the money there so I could go home feeling it scrape and stretch me, knowing how much of a whore I really was. As a final affront, he offered me a tip. The best tip for whores. He spat on my raw asshole and pressed his dick home. OMG, I felt like I was being ripped apart between the massive wad in my cunt and his cock tearing its way to another orgasm in my ass. He came in my ass, wiped his cock clean on my hair while I was still breathless from screaming.  As it all sank in, my cunt spasmed around that hard earned cash, the orgasm washed over me as he gathered his things and left me there. He opened the blinds when he got to the door. 

Framed by the open door, he threw a reminder over his shoulder. If I ever wanted to do this again, I needed to leave that money in my whore cunt until I arrived home. 

And so I did.