Working Holiday Part Sixteen: Motel Love 2

Read part one here.

The phone rang as Rhiannon finished applying her make-up. Just like before, there was no conversation, just an announcement quickly followed by a knock. She walked to motel room door and opened it. The man standing there was another blue-collar guy. He was not good looking, much older than the previous man, had a shaggy haircut and a rather large belly. Rhiannon put on a smile and beckoned him in.

He didn't waste time with niceties either, but pulled off his shoes and started unbuckling his belt. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to get past his big belly to give him a blow job. He solved that problem for her by sitting on the edge of the bed and laying back.

His penis, it was not large enough to be called a proper cock, was flaccid. She knelt between his legs and ran her tongue over the tip a few times before pulling it between her lips. It did not take him too long to get hard and she sucked happily, playing with his balls all the while. “Oh, yeah,” she heard him say. It was the first words he had spoken to her.

“What sort of man are you?” Rhiannon said to herself. “Do you work hard all day for a boss who doesn't appreciate you? Do you go home to a wife who doesn't love you?” She spotted his wedding band as he got on the bed. “So, you come here to get your rocks off. Well, baby, I'm here for you. I'll take care of you and suck your cock and let you fuck me any way you want,” continued her inner monologue. His only reaction to her was to moan occasionally.

She had been sucking him for quite a while so she began varying her technique, using her hand to stroke him and sucking his balls. “Yeah, keep doing that,” he finally said when she found a technique he liked. She kept up a steady rhythm and listened to his breathing. He was close.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, louder this time. “That's it, that's good.” She felt his balls move and the first squirt of cum shot into her mouth, quickly followed by a second and third and a fourth. He'd not cum in a long time!

She thought about getting up and showing him her mouth full of semen before swallowing, but figured he probably didn't care that much. She swallowed the load and gently sucked his penis, letting it shrink in her mouth. She was careful not to play with the head, knowing how sensitive it was for a guy after an orgasm. She played with his balls some more until he stirred and moved to get up.

She stayed on her knees, not quite knowing what to do next. Was he going to fuck her? Not without an erection, he wasn't! There was still time left in the thirty minutes. He started to get dressed so she stood and waited. He handed her some money and said “Thanks, I needed that,” before leaving.

Rhiannon cleaned up and waited for the phone to ring. “Yeah, he's gone already,” she said when the call came.

“OK, come over here, then,” the man told her. She hung up and walked to the room next door. He opened it before she could knock.

There were two other girls in the room, one sitting in a chair and the other laying on the bed. Except for the makeup, they looked pretty ordinary, very girl-next-door in appearance, but from their eyes she knew they had seen a lot. They smiled when the man tried to introduce her and managed to forget her name. The other girls were Nathalie and Michele.

When Rhiannon mentioned that she didn't tell her his name he just said, “Yeah. It's Mario.” He took the other chair and Rhiannon sat on the bed. The girls made small talk until Mario's phone rang. He spoke for a few moments then started describing the three girls. He was a bit too generous in her description of her colleagues. She blushed when he described her.

The caller settled on Nathalie, a tall girl with pierced nipples and tattoos, based on Mario's description. They talked a bit more before Mario got up to take Nathalie to one of the rooms he had booked for them.

“This your first time here?” Michelle asked her. Rhiannon admitted as much. “The guys are a bit rough, but they're OK. Most of them work near here and a lot of they guys know each other so they give recommendations.”

Michelle, she learned, had dropped out of college but couldn't find a good job, at least not a job that paid well for very little work. She kept switching jobs and working for Mario whenever she wanted more money. “Did he fuck you right away?” she asked. “Yeah, he likes to fuck us before the other guys.” Mario fucked every girl at the start of her shift. “I don't like him, but he always has lots of guys, so I put up with his shit.”

They heard his key card in the door and Mario let himself in. He was on the phone again, setting up the next appointment. “OK, Michelle, I got a guy for you in about fifteen minutes.” He unbuckled his pants and pull them down. “Show Kelly how good you are.” Michelle grinned at Rhiannon for a moment then got between Mario's legs. She grabbed his cock and started sucking it.

At first, Rhiannon thought she was doing as good a job as herself, but once she was warmed up, she really started going at it. It was not that she was fast, she just seemed to put her whole body and soul into her blow job. She had one hand on his ball sack, the other on his shaft and her knees right beneath her shoulders for leverage. On each up and down stroke she rotated her head so her tongue ran over a different part of his cock. She was fast and she was using a lot of spit, evident by the delicious slurping noises she was making.

When she tore her eyes from Michelle, she saw that Mario was looking at her intently. She felt small and vulnerable beneath his gaze, like he might hurt her if she did something wrong. He gestured for her to come closer and she obeyed.

Mario ran his hand up her leg and started playing with her pussy. His fingers discovered how wet she was. As Michelle continued to suck his cock, he stroked her lips and ran his fingers in and out of her pussy. He glanced at his watch and told Michelle to stop. He then put his fingers in her mouth for her to clean. She licked them then sucked them, making eye contact with Rhiannon. Mario buckled his belt and led Michelle out the door.

He came back a few minutes later. Without speaking, he pulled his pants down and sat. Without a word, Rhiannon assumed her position and went to work on his big dick, trying to emulate Michelle's technique. When the phone rang, he told her to keep going. He assured the caller that he had a girl ready to go and described Rhiannon once again. She found it tremendously arousing to blow Mario while he arranged to have another guy fuck her.

“We just got a few minutes, he's near here.” Rhiannon let go of his cock and got up. She was surprised when he reached for a condom and put it on. He told her to bend over the bureau and get on her toes. She obeyed and he lifted her skirt to bare her ass. The cock slid into her moistened pussy with a practices ease. She breathed deeply as he began fucking her hard once more.

He pulled out abruptly and pulled up his pants. “Let's go,” he said, walking to the door. Rhiannon tottered a moment and, straightening her skirt, followed after him. Her pussy was still warm and wet from his attention; she would be more than ready for the next customer. Mario opened the door and went to the bills on the dresser. He took two twenties and told her to put the money away. He gave her a quick slap on the ass before leaving.

The man who appeared at the door this time was another worker, but he was lean and grizzled looking. He smiled as he stepped in and introduced himself. Rhiannon didn't quite catch his name but she didn't bother to ask him to repeat it.

“Let's see what you got there, baby,” he said, reaching beneath her top. He was pleased to discover that she wore no bra. He pulled her shirt over her head and he admired her small breasts. He bent to suck on her nipples as he used his hands to unzip her skirt. He squeezed her ass with both hands as he continued to play with her breasts. He smelled of sweat and machine oil.

He put her on her back on the bed and buried his face between her legs. He licked and kissed and gently bit her everywhere before digging his tongue deep into her pussy. His technique was not good, but she enjoyed the sensation.

When he finally stood up and removed his clothes, she sat up to suck his cock. He turned away and reached for the condoms, though. “Lay back,” he said as he rolled the rubber over the length of his shaft. She did so and he positioned himself on top of her. He slid in as easily as the other two men. “That feels good,” he said as he thrust in and out.

He had her put her legs on his shoulders and he was able to thrust more deeply. Rhiannon, bent in half, let him have his way with her until he tired. He rolled off her and lay on her back beside her. She knew what to do. She got astride him and guided his cock once more into her body. She liked being on top sometimes, but mostly she liked to get pounded by guys.

She rocked back and forth, letting him slide in and out. She worked him hard, but needed more leverage. She pulled her feet beneath her so she could use her legs to bounce up and down. He reached around and held her ass. She hoped he would spank her, but he just held her cheeks in his hands.

When she got tired, she climbed off and removed his condom to suck him. This took him by surprise but he certainly did not complain when she started sucking. She was curled up beside him as she worked his dick. She tried to use the same technique that Michelle demonstrated earlier, but the angle was not the same. She knelt up to climb between his legs, but he told her to climb over his face instead. He wanted to lick her pussy again.

She much prefer to suck than be eaten, so she had a tough time concentrating on what she was doing. He, on the other hand, was right into it. He was thrusting upward into her mouth while at the same time shoving his tongue into her pussy. All she had to do was lay there and let him fuck her at both ends.

“Get ready, baby, I'm gunna cum!” She pulled her head back slightly so he would not ejaculate into her throat. “Oh!” She captured each shot and swallowed twice to get it all. Between her legs, he continued to kiss her deeply. She held his cock in her mouth until it had subsided.

When the phone rang, she climbed off him and answered. He lay there on the bed for a few moments before slowly getting up and gathering his clothes. Dressed, he pulled money from his pocket and put it on the dresser while she wrapped herself in a towel.

“That was great,” he said, kissing her on both cheeks. He winked at her as he left.

She showered quickly and Mario once again let himself into the room. This time she was expecting him so she wasn't taken by surprise. He took another forty dollars from her and said he would have another man for her soon.

The next guy was much younger, probably the same age as her. Like the other men, he was in a hurry, undressing quickly and getting her on the bed. He only wanted to fuck, though, so they went straight to it. He finished so quickly that Rhiannon was taken aback. She was disappointed that he didn't cum in her mouth or even spray his cum over her face or belly.

He rolled off her and she looked to see the condom was heavy with his load. Using a tissue, she removed the condom and then sucked his cock to clean it. He did not get soft like the other men, but remained erect. “Time for round two!” he announced, reaching for another condom.

Her made her lay on her stomach and entered her from behind. His body pressed down heavily on hers, pushing her into the mattress. She was surprised that being so pinned she was able to cum again. The phone rang before he was able to finish.

“We have five minutes,” she told him, “do you think you can cum if I suck you?”

“Hell yeah!” She got him to sit on the chair and proceeded to suck him the same way she had sucked Mario. She wondered if Mario would fuck her again. Did he cum with the girls who worked for him? Did he take turns fucking each one or did he give her special treatment as the new girl?

The cock in her mouth started spitting jizz. Caught off guard, she squealed, but continued to suck and swallow. He pulled away from her to stand up and get dressed. He handed her some money and dashed off without saying goodbye.

“This's the whore's life,” she said to herself with a laugh, “They fuck you and forget you.”

There were no men coming soon, so she joined the others next door. A call came for Michelle so Mario took her out. Nathalie's story was similar to Michelle's. She lived at home and had a boring job so she took off early a couple days a week so she could make some extra cash working for Mario. She asked if Rhiannon smoked up and invited her to come out to her car.

The two girls shared a bowl and got giggly describing their experiences with the men at the motel. Nathalie's best story was the time she opened the door to find a neighbor standing there. They just looked at each other for about a minute. He thrust some money at her and took off. The guy was married so he did not breath a word to anyone about the encounter and Nathalie said nothing to anyone about it either. Rhiannon wasn't sure if she should admit how the first man marked her. They noticed Mario waving to them from the door so they went back inside.

She had six men in a row after that. Each one a factory worker or a foreman or a construction guy or a trucker or some other labor intensive occupation. Half of them were overweight and all of them much older than she. Some of them had not shaved in a few days and the rough beards scratched her face, shoulders and thighs. Most of them smelled of honest sweat that Rhiannon did not find unpleasant. If fact, she rather liked the raw intensity of their manly smells.

Only one guy came inside the condom. Two chose to spray over her face and tits. She wiped her face afterward, but left the sperm on her tits, treating it like sticky lotion. She wanted to be a dirty whore, a cum covered whore. She was able to get the other three guys to feed her. It was pretty clear that they approved of her swallowing. “I'm your little cum bucket,” she told one guy just before he blew his load into her gaping mouth.

Other than the gang-bang on Saturday night, she had never been take by so many men in such a short space of time. She imagined that she could just lay on the bed naked and let the men come in and fuck her like a part on an assembly line. Step up, fuck, move aside for the next worker. She would become a cog in a sexual factory—no, more like a cylinder for their pistons—doing her part to make the machine run efficiently. She giggled at the thought that, unlike most machine parts, she was self lubricating.

Things were quiet after that for a while. Mario gave them all beers from the cooler he had in the room. The girls got together in Nathalie's car and smoked up again. Mario eventually called them back in and they went back to “work” for a few more customers. When Mario called it a night, she had been thoroughly fucked by more than a dozen men that day. She was not done yet, though.

Mario sent the other two girls homes and told Rhiannon to stick around. He pulled off his pants and sat back on the chair and opened another beer. He told her he wanted to see what she had learned. Although her jaw was tired, she sucked Mario as enthusiastically as she could. She wanted to prove she was just as good a cocksucker as Michelle.

Mario stopped her and told her to take off her clothes. She was going to get fucked once more. He put her on the bed and started fucking her seriously. She just lay there and let him do whatever he wanted, sampling the merchandise, she thought. He was the boss. As if reading her mind, he growled down at her “You're my whore!” His thrusts bordered on violent, as if stabbing her repeatedly with his cock. “You understand that?” He punctuated each syllable by ramming his pelvis against her, driving his big cock deep into her. “My whore!”

“Yes,” was all she could make herself say. “I'm your whore.” She feared him even more now. “I'm your whore, Mario.” She did not want him angry; she had no idea what he was capable of. The way he looked at her right now … so angry. She didn't know what else to do so she opened her mouth, thinking he would spit inside. She would swallow all his spit just to make him calm down. She wanted him to spit in her mouth.

“Oh!” She cried. The orgasm hit her like a freight train. It came from nowhere. All her fear of Mario was still there, but somehow it triggered a powerful orgasm in her.

He pulled out and removed the condom in a practiced tug. “Suck!” he commanded. She bent and tried to fuck his cock with her mouth. He stood back so she could kneel down and went at it again. She cradled his sack and took him as deep in her mouth as she could. She was gagging and drool was dipping off her mouth and flying everywhere. She used her hands to stroke him hard and fast.

His groan was the first this thing that indicated he was cumming. The sperm barely oozed out of him. He must have cum with one of the other girls earlier, denying her a full load. She swallowed what little he had and she slowed down, just keeping him in her mouth and gently tickling his ball sack.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her into the bathroom. He pushed down, forcing her to kneel. She knew what was coming next. “You're my whore, got that?” he said.

“Yes. I'm your whore, Mario” she said, looking at him meekly. He pissed on her. The warm stream splashed up her leg then stomach and tits before hitting her face. She squeezed her eyes shut instinctively.

“Open your mouth,” he said. She opened and the stream shot into her mouth. She knew what she had to do. She tilted her head up and let him fill her mouth until it poured out. She didn't gag. She closed her mouth and swallowed. It didn't taste bad at all; there was actually a hint of sweetness. The beer was making him piss a lot so she opened her mouth again and he filled her once more. She swallowed and he directed the stream all over her, getting some in her hair, too. “Whose whore are you now?”

“Your whore, Mario.” She reached forward to take his cock in her mouth to suck again. He let her do this for a few moments then pulled away from her. He went to his clothes and pulled out his phone. As he dialed, he gestured for her to suck him again.

“Yeah, we're done.” She could hear a voice answer. “Yeah, she did OK.” He must have been talking to Charles. “You want to pick her up now?” Rhiannon was chilly from the wet pee all over her body, but it was starting to dry. “OK, I'll leave her here for you, no problem. OK.”

Mario let her suck for a few more minutes then stopped her. He put his clothes on slowly as he finished his beer. She got up to go to the toilet but he told her to wait. The pee was nearly dry and she was feeling very dirty. At least he wasn't looking so angry.

Now dressed, he picked up her clothes and handbag and headed for the door. Rhiannon, panicked, ran after him. He tossed her clothes onto the hood of his car just outside the door. She was angry but she needed her clothes and didn't want to ask him to get them for her. She ran out and pulled on her top. Standing on one leg, she pulled on her skirt and looked around to see if anyone saw her. The parking lot was full of cars, but no people. Mario was leaning against the door with an evil smile on his face and her shoes in his hand.

“Yes, very good,” he said. He handed her the shoes and got into his car. “Your boyfriend comes soon, don't worry.” He backed up, leaving her standing there; standing there covered in piss.

By the time Charles showed up, fifteen minutes later, she had stopped crying. She sat in the car, mulling over what happened to her, ignoring his questions. She told him she didn't want to talk so they drove back in silence. In the apartment, she stripped and got into the shower.

She liked swallowing cum. She learned that she liked swallowing spit and piss. She loved getting pissed on, it made her feel so dirty and horny. Mario had treated her like shit and she got off on it! She thought about how hard he fucked her and how hard she came.

She got out of the shower and toweled off. She put on a bit of makeup and left the bathroom naked. She found Charles in the living-room with a drink in his hand and a perplexed look on his face. She said nothing, just took him by the hand and led him back to the bathroom. She kissed him hard then got on her knees in the tub and told him to piss on her.

The look on her face said she was serious. He set down his drink, unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. It took him a few moments to get started. She opened her mouth and he knew what she wanted. She drank a mouthful and directed him to pee all over her body. He barely managed to moisten her.

She rubbed the urine over her skin like lotion. It didn't take long before it was nearly gone. She looked up at him and sighed. “That's pretty damn hot,” he said. “Uh, where did that come from?” he added.

“I just … really needed that, sorry.” She stood up and gave him a kiss. She was worried he'd flinch, but he kissed her right back. He kissed her after cumming in her mouth, why not pissing in her mouth?

When she stepped out the door he said “Aren't you ...” but trailed off. It was obvious that she was leaving herself covered in piss. She poured herself a drink and took a big gulp.

Standing there, naked but for the dried piss, she looked at him and took another sip. “You feel like fucking me?” she asked.

“Are you kidding? After that? You bet your ass!”

She smiled and lead him into the bedroom.

Working Holiday Part Fifteen: Motel Love 1

Read part one here.

“We're not going home?” she asked as he pulled onto the highway.

“Nope. Got a job for you.” When he told her to dress casually and wear only a bit of makeup, she assumed they were going to run errands and nothing else.

“I want to fuck,” she said with a slight note of desperation. After the incident in the hardware store, she was horny as hell. Playing with the screwdriver was barely satisfying and she needed a cock inside her. What the hell kind of job did he have in mind and why the hell were they going now and not after he fucked her good and hard? She was annoyed … horny and annoyed.

“Patience, my dear, you'll get what's coming to you.” She wasn't sure about that response. It could mean anything.

“I can't believe you did that to me,” she said finally. “I've never stolen anything.” That wasn't really true. In junior high she stole a candy bar on a dare. She felt so horrible about it that she couldn't sleep for days. She went back to the store to buy the same candy and left it on the counter and ran out.

He didn't respond, just smiling and watching the road ahead. He pulled off the highway and drove down the service road before turning again. They went through a few lights and he pulled into a rather pleasant looking motel that looked slightly out of place in the industrial and commercial district. She looked at him quizzically.

“You want to fuck?”

The edge had worn off, but she was still horny. “Yes.”

“How bad?”

“Bad.”

“Fuck me or anyone.”

She didn't hesitate, “Anyone.”

“Slut.” She didn't smile. She was a slut and they both knew it. “You fuck for money.”

“That's because I'm a whore” she almost stammered as she said that and she could feel herself blushing. She loved fucking the men on Sunday night and loved fucking the wealthy elites last night. She got paid to fuck strangers. She was a fucking whore.

“That's right and now you're going to fuck like a whore.” He got out of the car and she followed him. He was taking her to a motel and fucking her like a whore! She loved hotel sex.

Instead of going to reception, he walked directly to one of the rooms. Had he picked up the key in advance? Unless he did so last night, there was no way he could have because he'd been with her all day. He gave one firm rap on the door and it opened a moment later. A tough looking man with short cropped hair and tattoos all over his large arms stood there.

She understood now. He had agreed to deliver her to this … customer. He was pimping her out!

The man reached out and gave Charles a firm handshake before looking over at her. He looked like a wolf sizing up a deer. The butterflies in her stomach were in full flight. He was not a good looking man. He looked mean and he looked dangerous. He wasn't looking at her so much as inspecting her. She averted her eyes.

“OK, not bad,” he said to Charles.“Does she know what to do?” His voice was rough and had a European accent that she couldn't place.

“Not really, but she's a fast learner. Aren't you baby?” He punctuated the statement by reaching beneath her skirt and squeezing her ass. “She's a good cocksucker and she swallows.” The man raised one eyebrow in approval at this. “She's also a horny slut.” She couldn't believe it, he was practically selling her to this man! She was both appalled and turned on.

“All right. You pick her up later? I can call you.”

“Around what time?”

“I dunno. We're not so busy on Tuesday, but I can let you know later. That's OK?”

“Yeah, no rush,” Charles said dismissively. “Keep her as long as you want her.” Turning to Rhiannon he said, “Do a good job, baby,” and turned to leave. Her sold her to this man without even introducing him. How long was the guy planning to fuck her, anyway? Not busy on Tuesday night? What did that mean?

She looked back at Charles but he walked to the car without so much as a glance back. “Come,” the man at the door said as he gestured inside. She heard the car door close and she felt very alone and very frightened. Her legs were shaking as she stepped into the room.

“OK,” he said, “the other girls will be here soon but I have a guy coming soon. First I want to see if you are good.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. She knelt down and took it in her mouth. As frightened as she was, sucking cock came naturally to her and she relaxed a bit.

His cock was surprisingly big and was soon rock hard in her mouth. She opened his jeans more so she could play with his balls. She was shocked to discover how small they were; the size of grapes! That such a tough guy could have such tiny balls was weird. She would have no trouble fitting both of those in her mouth. What he lacked in nuts, he made up for in cock. She did her best to force it all the way down her throat. Charles said she was a good cocksucker and wanted to prove it by deep throating him.

She was startled when the phone in his pocket rang. He pushed her back and pulled it out to answer.

“Yeah ... OK, buddy … no problem.” He paused and she could hear the man on the other end speaking. He pulled his jeans down and sat on the edge of the bed, then gestured to her to continue. “Yeah, she's here now.” She started sucking his dick again and trying to listen to the conversation on the other end. Was this going to be a three-some? She thought about the man on the other end of the line. Was he another gangster like this one? She thought about being taken by two criminals. Hell, she was a criminal. Was this why Charles made her steal the screwdriver? Wait, he said something about girls being here soon. Was this going to be an orgy? She didn't know what the hell was going on, but she continued to suck the man's cock and play with his little balls.

“Yeah, now is OK,” he said, still talking to the man on the other end. He gave the name of the motel and a room number. The man was coming over to fuck her. She was terribly turned on. He repeated the hotel address and room number before hanging up.

“That's pretty good,” he said. “Let me have a look at you.” Rhiannon stood up and turned around. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded. She pulled down her skirt and watched him smile a bit as he noticed she did not wear underwear. She was a bit shy about taking off her top, but he wanted her nude. “OK, that's good.” She wondered if her ass was still red from the spanking. “Come,” he said, patting the bed beside him.

She wasn't sure if she should sit or lay down beside him. He probably wanted to fuck her, so she got on all fours and stuck her ass out invitingly. “Yeah, that's good.” He grabbed a condom from the table and put it on himself. In her passion, she hadn't thought about the condom. She hated them, but she didn't want to catch anything, either.

She was plenty wet and he had no trouble squeezing into her pussy. She nearly collapsed when he pushed his way inside; she had been longing for a cock for the past hour and she was finally getting fulfilled. There was nothing gentle about this man. He held her hips tightly and just plowed into her with all his strength. It was wonderful. She grabbed the pillow and bit down as she came.

He wrapped his fingers in her hair and pulled back hard. “Ohhh,” she moaned, “Fuck me!” He was breathing hard, really fucking her good. She put a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit until she came again. “Ohhhh!”

He slowed down and pulled out of her. “OK, that's pretty good.” He pulled is jeans back up and she just rolled onto her side. Did he cum? He tossed the condom in the trash beside the table and zipped his jeans. “Get dressed and come with me.”

Bewildered, she pulled on her top and then her skirt and followed him out the door. He used a key-card to open the room next door. “OK, this is your room.” Her room? What was this about? “This guy, he's a good guy. He's a regular. Take care of him. Maybe he'll give you a good tip.” Oh! She was a motel whore today! “Only thirty minutes. I will call when there's only five minutes left.” He pointed to the box of condoms and showed her where the ice was. Some guys brought drinks, she supposed.

“Hey, what's your name?”

“Kelly,” Rhiannon replied.

“Kelly. OK, good. I will call you when he is here.” Without introducing himself, she stepped out and closed the door behind him.

What the hell? So, she was a motel whore working thirty minute tricks in the industrial part of town. Quite a chance from blowing billionaires the night before. At least there were condoms.

She got out her makeup and touched up her lips and eyes. She decided to put on a little extra red lipstick then applied more eyeliner. “You look like a proper whore, now” she said to her reflection.

She was startled by the phone. “Hello?”

“OK, girl. You ready?”

“Sure,” she replied. Just then there was a tap at the door. Her heart started pounding.

“OK,” he said and hung up.

She was about to get her first customer. Second customer? Was the mean man a customer? No, he was just sampling the wares, testing the product. She was just merchandise to him.

Opening the door she saw a guy in casual work clothes, probably in his early thirties. His hands were large and very strong looking. “Hey,” he said casually. She didn't speak for a moment as she backed up to let him in. This guy was here to fuck her for half an hour and nothing more.

“I ... I'm Kelly,” she said holding out her hand foolishly. He took her hand and pulled in close to give her a kiss on each cheek.

“New girl, huh?” She was the new girl again. “So I get to break you in?” Break her in? What was she getting into? He was smiling but it was not an unpleasant smile.

He pulled off his shoes and started unbuckling his pants. “It's showtime,” she thought to herself. She got on her knees and pulled down his shorts. His cock sprung up in her face and she opened her mouth to suck him inside.

“Yeah, that's good, baby.” She used lots of spit and started using her hands, too. “Mmmm, that's good. You're a good little whore.” She was really turned on by this. She was getting paid to fuck like a good little whore.

“Let me try that pussy, baby.” He helped her stand up then pulled her top off with one motion. “Nice,” he said as he tweaked her nipples. Her nipples were really sensitive and they'd not been touched since that morning. It must has showed on her face because he squeezed her small tits and pinched her nipples again. “Oh, you like that baby?” She closed her eyes and nodded. She wanted him to keep teasing her nipples but he gave one last squeeze and reached for her ass, squeezing it hard.

She pulled down her skirt and he looked at her in all her nakedness. She felt very vulnerable and very turned on. Breaking the silence she whispered “Please fuck me.” He pulled her close and she instinctively reached for his cock.

“You want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He asked, hoarsely. She nodded eagerly. His cock was throbbing in her hands. She really wanted this man to fuck her and fuck her hard. He pulled her hair and her head went back. When he pressed his lips hard against hers, she just opened her mouth to accept his probing tongue. Whores didn't kiss; she was just a slut who took money. He sucked her tongue and bit her lip and would have crawled right into her mouth if he could, she was sure. It was not a good kiss, but a savage kiss that satisfied her carnal desires.

“Let me taste that pussy, first.” He pushed her backwards and she fell on the bed, legs spread. He freed himself from his pants and knelt to lick her. He ran his tongue over her lips a couple of times then plunged in then flicked at her clit and licked some more.

When he stood up, she sat up and reached for his cock to suck him again. “Oh, you like sucking cock, don't you, you little whore?” She tingled when he called her that. She looked up at him and nodded with a look of longing. “Suck it, baby.” She went down on him again, tasting her own juices and trying to jam as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. He was not as large as the other man so she was able to deep throat him.

He pulled away from her and put on a condom. “Gimme your pussy, baby.” She fell back on the bed and spread her legs. As he positioned himself over her, she reached for his penis to guide him in. “You're a horny little bitch,” he said.

“I need your cock,” she pleaded as she helped him inside. He responded by kissing her again, just as savagely as before. The cock drove deep into her pussy and just stayed there while their tongues wrestled. He pulled out a bit and drove it in slowly, but deeply, pressing against her cervix.

After a few moments he started pounding her. He was a pile driver, ramming his cock deep into the bowels of her body. Her back arched and her mouth opened in passion as she came again. “Oh god! Oh … fuck!” she cried.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. Her mouth was already open so she opened her lips some more. The big gob of saliva fell into her mouth and left drool on her lip. Her tongue darted out to lick it up and she swallowed his spit. “You like that, huh?” She didn't reply but just opened her mouth again. He rewarded her by spitting into her tongue. She rolled it around in her mouth before swallowing once more. She knew he approved of her action because he was fucking her even harder and kissing her even more savagely. The animal passion of his fucking brought her to orgasm again.

He stood up and had her flip over onto all fours. He wasted no time mounting her and proceeded to pound her again. He reached both hands around her and pinched her nipples so hard it hurt, but she loved it. Instead of gripping her hips, he held her wrists, pulling her arms straight back like reins on a horse. She didn't need to play with her clit to cum this time.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she said when he slowed down enough for her to regain her senses. Moments later, he pulled his cock out of her, leaving a terrible void. As he peeled off the condom she rolled over and sat up. She sucked him deep and fast, ignoring the residual taste of the rubber.

“Just hold the tip in your mouth,” he said and used his hand to jerk it. “I'm cuming on your face, baby.” He pulled his cock from her lips and the semen ejaculated across her face, hitting her first in the forehead and then on the side of her nose and then on he lips. It was slowly dripping down her face. She opened her eyes tentatively and looked up at him. “Yeah,” he said, smiling through the exhaustion. She could feel the cum oozing down. She opened her mouth and licked up the sperm on her lips. “Open your mouth,” he said. She opened and he spit in her mouth once more. She smiled as she swallowed the mix of cum and saliva. She used a finger to start pushing the remaining cum toward her mouth. “No, not yet.”

He stood her up and guided her to the toilet. She saw herself with the cum dripping down her face. It look amazing. “I'm going to mark you.” He pushed her to the tub and had her get on her knees and pull her hair back. She thought he was going to turn on the faucet so she closed her eyes and prepared for the cold water. What she got instead was a warm stream.

She opened her eyes and mouth in surprise to see him peeing on her face. Her initial shock, and tiny amount of revulsion abated, she closed her eyes again and let him piss all over her tits then stomach and pussy. She had gotten a little in her mouth. It had an odd taste. “Now you're my whore,” he said with a grin.

Two nights ago she thought she felt like a whore when she accepted money for sex. It turned her on immensely. Today, though, she had been treated like a real whore, used and abused. Dripping with piss, stomach full of spit, her shame was immense but she never felt so aroused. She was his whore. What did that make him to her? She already had a pimp; two pimps, technically.

She wanted to turn on the shower, but she wasn't sure how he'd react to that. Was she supposed to let the urine dry on her? The phone rang at that moment and she got out, piss dripping from her body, to answer.

“Five minutes,” the voice said.

“OK!” she answered as the phone clicked off. It was all business here!

She looked at herself in the bureau mirror, glistening with fresh urine. The mixed sensation of shame and excitement returned. “You look good like that, baby.” She hadn't noticed that he was watching. This man had fucked her, spit in her mouth and peed all over her … to mark his territory! She felt like she could cum just standing there.

He dressed quickly while she remained standing, dumbfounded. He opened his wallet and pushed a bunch of twenties into her hand. “I'll see you next time, maybe,” he said. He kissed her then spit in her mouth again. She let it drip from her lip and he smiled in approval as he stepped through the door.

She put the money on the bureau and went back to the mirror. She was a right and proper whore. She thought about leaving the piss to dry on her. What would it be like to let other customers fuck her while she was covered in another man's piss? The thought turned her on but then she thought better of it and got into the shower. She rinsed her face and soaped up her skin.

She almost screamed when the bathroom door opened. “Hey,” said the dangerous man, “How'd it go? He like you?” Catching her breath, Rhiannon nodded. “OK, good. He's a good guy, yeah?” She nodded again. “Good. I have another guy for you soon, so get ready fast.” She nodded once more. She fully expected him to pull her out of the shower and fuck her again, but he just turned and left.

She quickly toweled off and pulled on her clothes. She noticed that some of the money she left on the dresser was gone. “I guess he took his share.” What was left was much less than she earned for her first job on Sunday and a fraction of what she had picked up for last night. On the other hand, the treatment she had just received was quite possibly the most intense fuck of her life.