A Night of Makeup, Cock and Cum

"Eat it," he said.

"No... please, I can't do that," I pleaded.

He pulled my hair back and looked me in the eye saying, "Your mistress said you'll do what you're told. Do it, you little dog."

So I lapped it up. Little by little I licked up all the cum in that corner. He then got on top of me and mounted me, fucking the shit out of me harder than I had been fucked all night. In the end, he released deep in me with a monster cum shot. He then stayed in me for a little while, making sure I got all of his seed.

This continued throughout the night. I never got to leave the little video room. Some guys came in and watched a porno as I sucked them or got fucked. Others made me lick the other cum spots and then fucked me some more. I gave many blow jobs and had a lot of cum shot in my ass. Each of the guys signed something to my shirt, too, obviously as a keepsake for this night.

When the night ended, I was exhausted and almost out on the floor when the two original guys came in, lifted me up and took me to the SUV. The mistress lit a cigarette and gave it to me. Though not a smoker, for some reason I took a long drag and exhaled.

"You got your wish to be a slut. This is your reward."

I took a deep drag again and just stared ahead.

Back at her place, I got a good look at what I had become that night. Lipstick smeared. Makeup running. Hair messed up and my outfit filthy from being on the floor all night. There were dried cum stains all over me and my stockings were ripped some and a couple of the garter belt strands were hanging loose.

I looked like a mess.

"We'll clean you up fully and have you back to the bus stop by 7 a.m., 24 hours from when this started," she said.

She started to walk out of the room.

"Oh, and if you want to explore other slut fantasies, you have my e-mail address," she said as she walked away.

And that was the end...

... or is it?