You have been a bad girl. A very bad girl. It is a Saturday night. You and Daddy have been out for a dinner and then drinks. And then more drinks. You both know how you get when you have a little alcohol. And you know how much worse you get when you have a lot of alcohol. But this time you have gone too far. You have not just been a bad girl; you have been a very bad girl.

It started with the flirting with the young waiter during dinner. That was fine. The young man was embarrassed, but your gentleman lover found it to be amusing. As the evening wore on, you allowed your whoreish tendencies to take over, becoming more and more forward and slutty. Everything blew up when you were late returning from the ladies room. When Daddy saw a young man feeling you up in the hallway. That crossed a line. And the young man made the mistake of thinking you belonged to him for the evening. Daddy's face is crimson red and his knuckles bleeding and swelling as he roughly leads you back to the car.

You know not to protest, or to even say a word. Daddy is silent until you approach the car. "You filthy little whore. Are you not content being Daddy's filthy slut? Do you feel a need to share yourself with every pathetic loser we meet? Looks like my bad girl is in need of a lesson." He opened the trunk and fished around in his bag as you stood silently. Out came a black scarf, which he immediately wrapped around your head and covered your eyes. You feel him grasp your wrist and begin briskly walking you back towards the bars and clubs. You can hear music from the clubs blasting in the distance when he pauses. He leads you forward until you feel your legs contacting metal. Then you feel something else metal click around your wrist. He forces you forward until you are bent completely forward and you feel something click around your other wrist. Then you hear him step away. You wonder if he is just going to leave you like this, but then you hear him approach again. He pulls your skirt to the ground and then your panties as well. "You have a long evening ahead of you, Sweetheart. Best to get you broken in before I leave." You hear him unzip his fly and feel the heat of his body close to your face. You open your mouth just as he shoves his cock between your lips. You realize he must be quite aroused with all the precum you can taste dripping from the head of his hard cock. Before long, he is fully hard and pulls out to walk around behind you. You feel his large cock sliding inside your soaking wet pussy as his thumb massages your tight little asshole. He almost immediately begins pounding you hard. Your position is uncomfortable and your wrists hurt, but Daddy has never quite fucked you like this before and you can't help from feeling incredibly hot. You desperately want to please him and hope to be forgiven. As you begin crying for more, he pulls out of your pussy and begins cramming his hard cock into your tight little ass. It hurts and he is being impatient and rough, but you do not make a peep. He is fortunately using plenty of lube and you soon can feel him balls deep inside your petite hole. He again quickly starts pounding with deep, hard thrusts. You have never felt so vulnerable and used.

You hear a deep groan and he quickly pulls out. You hear him moving around and feel his cock back in your mouth once again. You feel yourself grasped by the hair and he begins aggressively throat fucking you as his moans become louder and louder. He shoves his hard cock all the way into your throat. You cannot taste or feel any cum, but you know he is cumming by the sounds from his chest and the way he holds your head tight against his cock. As he begins drawing out, you suck the last of his cum from the head of his cock until he steps away. You wait for him to remove your blindfold and uncuff you from the bench. You were a bad girl and you have learned your lesson. You are now ready to be his good girl and take care of your Daddy for the rest of the evening.

You wait patiently, but Daddy seems to have other ideas. He pulls your purse from your hand and you hear him open it up and rummage through it. He apparently finds what he is looking for and tosses the purse to the ground. You realize he must have taken your lipstick as you feel something greasy writing across your lower back and ass. "If you want so badly to be a filthy little whore, it will be good for you to find out exactly what it is like to be one. Let's hope you can earn enough to pay for the Uber to take you home." Is the last thing you hear before Daddy briskly walks away.

The street is fairly quiet. It must be a side street - off the main strip with all of the clubs and bars. But closing time will be soon. All you can do is wait...and hope that Daddy will realize that you have learned your lesson and return. You hear footsteps approach and feel a mix of fear that a stranger is about to take advantage of your situation and hope that you are about to be rescued. You hear a gasp and a male chuckling and then a slap and a woman exclaim "Whore!" They quickly walk away. A few more footsteps pass - some slowly and pausing and others quite brisk. You are certain that you are prominently displayed. It would not be Daddy's style to hide you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you hear a rowdy group approach. They grow louder and rowdier as they see you and you hear catcalls and whistles. You can feel yourself surrounded by a pack of young men. Reeking of booze, too much cologne and way too much testosterone. These must be the sexually frustrated guys who can't find a way to get laid in the meat markets downtown and their evening has apparently taken a turn for the better. This could get ugly... You hear one of the young men "Any hole $1! Damn, I still have $5 left. This should be pretty fun!"

Suddenly you hear the whoop of a police car and hear the young men scramble. You hear the squad car doors open. "Ma'am, we just received a complaint. I hope you realize that solicitation is illegal. We cannot have something like this out on a public street." You begin trying to explain, but you hear a pair of zippers opening and soon feel a semi-hard cock shoved into your mouth. You recall with a sinking heart how well-connected Daddy is with the local police force. Another cock slides into your pussy. Daddy fucked you pretty hard to start, but being roughly spit-roasted over the back of the bench is completely different. You are completely at the mercy of the two officers and they seem quite pleased to be using you for their pleasure.

Your wrists are already chafing raw, but you hardly notice due to the hard cocks slamming into your mouth and cunt. Fortunately, these are not pornstars - just horny working men and they both finish quite soon. You swallow what you can and can feel a little running down onto your chin as the other cock pulls out of your pussy and is followed by a stream of cum running down your thigh. You hope that they will unlock you, but you hear a chuckle, a hard smack on your ass and both car doors close as the cruiser pulls away.

You hear more voices - it must be very close to closing time. More footsteps approach and you again feel yourself being roughly used. The next couple hours become a blur. At times you are surrounded by men cheering each other on. Other times there is simply a solitary individual humping away at your exposed pussy or ass. You Are wet from sweat and cum. You cannot even cry out - your throat is raw from being fucked by one cock after another. You are thoroughly humiliated and ashamed. You have lost count of how many cocks have been in each hole. Even worse, you can't even count how many times you have cum... you really are a filthy little whore! Not knowing when the next visitor(s) will arrive. Not knowing which holes they will choose or how they will fuck their captive whore. What gets you off even more is how quickly and violently you are able to make some of them cum. You imagine the variety of men that stop by - some probably haven't had sex in months or years or perhaps ever. You are an answer to their perverted dreams! And the way you are enjoying yourself makes you the biggest pervert of all.

You eventually find yourself drifting in and out of consciousness as the visitors become less and less frequent. You are startled awake with another whoop of a siren. The car stops. You do not hear a word, but you feel your cuffs unlocked before they quickly walk back to the cruiser and drive away. You slowly straighten up and remove your blindfold. Your shirt is torn open and your bra pulled down. Your clothing and body are covered in cum. You sit for a moment to collect your thoughts. You see a pile of scattered dollar bills tossed on your purse. You collect your skirt and attempt to straighten yourself out and then collect the bills - hoping you have enough for a cab ride home. If everyone paid, it looks like you had more than 50 customers for the night. $1 each! Damn, you know in your mind that you are worth at least $5. Could have been a much better night.

You dig your phone from the purse. As you prepare to call a cab, you look up from the bench and realize you are in full view of a CCTV camera. Someone is going to get one hell of a show!