2 comments/ 46376 views/ 10 favorites Jillian on Vacation By: LaceAndHumiliation Hi, it's Jillian. I've had quite a few comments about my last couple adventures so I thought I'd write this one while it's still fresh. I just returned home from a long weekend at the beach and now I need a vacation from the vacation! I really need to write this now though so the memories don't fade. It began the night after my experience at the office ("Jillian at the office" if you are interested). There, Darla, my mentor, had me used well by several men. She just sets up kinky things to take advantage of my sluttiness and I just do them. You could say she is my domme but we don't use such protocol. She is fully aware that I love to be exhibited, tied, handcuffed or bound, used and humiliated sexually and has set up situations for it to happen. We were sitting around discussing my adventure at the office while all the bruises were still fresh and my mind was still spinning over it all. "The men at the office were suitably impressed, dear," Darla cooed sweetly. 'I'm sure they were," I laughed over my tea, "they certainly took every advantage." "I know they did, hon, I am especially impressed by the "oral" reports I keep getting. It seems you have a particular talent there," she said, as she grinned. "I do take special pride in that," I said. "Though I can't lie, it's probably my favorite thing to do in the world." "Really?" Darla asked. "Oh god yes, I love the taste of it, the smell, the feeling of it in my mouth. I literally can't get enough of it," I sighed. "Well, that's great then, you sucked off three guys at the office, right? Let's see, there was the janitor, Dave, and...oh yeah, the guard. So that was a full night for you." "Yeah, sort of," I said wistfully. "What do you mean, sort of?" She asked. "Well..." I began, before stopping and trying to hide a blush. "Well what dear, out with it," Darla commanded. I wiggled uncomfortably under her gaze. "Well, I'm not sure it can ever be a full night for me," I said, my eyes lowered. "What do you mean?" She was interested now, she wanted it all. I had to spill it. "I don't think there could ever be too much cock to suck," I said, avoiding her eyes. "Sure, as a fantasy..." Darla began. "No, that's what I mean," I said, now I wanted her to know. "I don't think there is a number of cocks that would be too much at once," I said, laying it out there. "I've had that fantasy for so long I can't even remember when it started. I want to suck cock until my stomach is so full I can't swallow anymore." Darla just looked at me for the longest time. "So, what's the most cocks you've had at one time, or, let's say in one day." I turned beet red even though she knew me literally, inside and out. "I think, three or four..." I said, my voice trailing off. "Three or four?" She laughed. "You can't remember?" "I was at a party when I was a freshman in college, at a party at my brother's dorm. I sucked off three different guys, but a couple came back for more and didn't always cum again.," I explained. "Your brother's dorm? Wow, did he know about it?" I squirmed under her watchful eye. "Yeah, he knew. He already knew about me, from high school. He actually picked out some of his friends so that it'd be safer for me." I felt the heat of her intense gaze. "I was in a broom closet at the end of the hall and I told him to...um...keep sending them down until he either saw me come out or there were none left. Of course, he only told his closest friends he thought he could trust." "Wow, that is awesome," Darla said, admiringly. "So you'd have done more if he'd sent them?" "Yes..." I said softly, my heart beating with embarrassment. "I was so excited by my fantasy that I'd have done all of them..." I managed to choke out. "Your brother too?" Darla said, her eyes boring a hole in me. I couldn't lie to her. "In the closet, in my head, yes the thought occurred to me...and yes, I'd have done it," I said, exhausted by my revelation. I knew she wasn't judging me, her past was filled with more things than I could hope to do. She was just interested in knowing me, the real me. "It's just something I knew I loved, even then," I said. "It certainly is a nice fantasy," Darla said. "Though in this day and age I'm sure it'll have to stay just that." "I know," I sighed. "Still, there are so many other things you've done, and can still do," she said hopefully. "I know, and I'm sure I can count on you to come up with some," I laughed. I went on to tell her more about my wild high school days and some wicked trips I made on summer breaks from college. She always listened with keen interest. I told her I missed those summer break escapades, with the freedom and anonymity they always seemed more dirty, farther from home. Darla took it all in. I guess I caused her some arousal because she had me lick her to a couple orgasms before she left. I found I was coming quite adept at that kind of oral too. Some time passed and I was really missing her calls and even her luscious pussy. She called me finally after a couple weeks. I guess she was allowing my bruises and psyche to heal from the last go round. "Hi babe, how've you been?" She asked warmly. "Good, I miss you, where've you been?" "Oh, my work took me to the coast." "Must be nice," I laughed, "I haven't as much as left my house in days." "Sounds like you could use a little R & R," she said. "Very much so," I said. "Well, then I might just have the ticket for you. I'm just heading out of my motel. It's right on the beach. I know the manager, he gives me a great deal. I'm paid up through the weekend. Why don't you come down and take the last couple days of the room?" "Really? That sounds awesome," I said. I hadn't been away from my house and all my working at home was getting to me. "So I can come down tomorrow and spend Friday and Saturday nights on the beach"? "Hell yeah, I'll tell my guy you are coming," she said. She gave me directions and her contact person. "Are you going to be there?" I said hopefully. Honestly, I was hoping for another one of her wonderful, sexually tormenting games. "No dear, I've got things to do back at the office. You remember the office, don't you? I'm sure the guys there would love to see you again," she joked. "I know they would," I laughed. "Ok, well I'll probably pass on the road." "Say..." Darla said. "Yes?" "I have a couple fun ideas for your trip, if you are interested." "Oh my god," I said, "I was hoping you'd say that." "I figured too, but I'll let you know, I'll call you. Just some fun things to pass some of your time between all the beach time." "You know I'm in," I said lustily, my brain already starting to consider the possiblities. With Darla, it seemed the possibilities were endless. She knew all my kinks, all my desires. She held the key to my subconscious, it seemed. I packed and left in the afternoon on Friday. It was a several hour trip. I wouldn't get there until nightfall. My mind wandered as I drove, I was in a place between letting go of all my stress and the vague, building excitement of another possible sexual adventure. I knew Darla said she had "a couple fun ideas" and it made it sound like no big deal. I hoped I wasn't building it up too much leaving me disappointed in the end. Darla called me on my cell when I was about an hour away from the beach. "Hi hon, you aren't there yet are you?" She asked. "No, I think I have about an hour," I said, looking at the mileage. "Good, I timed it well then," she said with pride. "Quickly, you should be coming up to a rest stop in ten or fifteen minutes. When you get there, I want you to take your clothes off and put them in the trash bin right next to the ladies bathroom." I gasped. She knows I'm a daring little slut but that doesn't mean it still doesn't startle me when faced with it. "Ok...?" I said hesitatingly. "You know you love to be naked where you might be caught. This is just a quick fun thing for you. Oh, and don't try and be clever, I'm on my way out of the motel right now, I'll be checking that trash bin for your clothes and they had all better be there, underwear included. I'll let you keep your shoes," she laughed. "I want you to take your clothes off the minute you get in the parking lot, wait as long as you wish to drop them in the trash, but I want you naked immediately." "Yes, ma'am," I said. I could feel my lust start to percolate. "Then what?" "The way I see it, it's almost dusk. When you get there, there will still be some light left. It will be enough for someone to be able to see you. Then, I want you to drive here the rest of the way, nude, of course." "Of course," I smiled. I was glad I just had on some old shorts and a Tshirt for driving, I'd hate to lose my good slutty bar clothes I brought for the trip. All my nice clothes were in my luggage in the trunk, for which I was thankful. It didn't seem so bad. I could probably avoid people at the rest stops, they aren't usually crawling with people, and the drive in the nude will be mostly in the dark. I arrived at the rest stop, and as I suspected, there were only a few cars in the lot. I quickly stripped and balled up my shorts, Tshirt and my ratty old panties. Though, our relationship is such that, had I had my favorite skirt and blouse and some victoria's secret underwear on, I'd have still done what she said, as much as it would pain me. It wasn't quite dark but it was light enough for anyone to see a naked white slut out and about so I waited for the right opportunity. I saw a couple leave the bathroom area and head to their cars. I snuck out and stayed behind the cover of a row of bushes until I neared the bathrooms. I looked around and quickly bolted towards the trash can. I threw my clothes in and raced back to the bushes. I thought I was safe and I headed towards the lot when a car pulled up and four young guys got out. They looked like they were drunk and on their way to a NASCAR race. I'm not making a statement about rednecks I'm just saying they had all the garb with the racing numbers on them! I thought, "Oh fuck," and quickly looked around to hide. I couldn't make it back to the bathrooms without them seeing me. I know it seems odd that I crave being used yet try so hard to avoid it. I guess it is only if I truly have failed after trying my best does the use really hit me at the core. I did not want to be plaything of these dudes. At least I was pretty sure. I was going to avoid it if at all possible, even if I'm not sure what Darla had in mind. I did the only thing I could do. I laid down along the bottom of the bushes and shimmied my way under as much as possible. They passed me without incident. When they disappeared into the men's room I bolted towards my car. "Holy shit! Look at that!" Hooted one of them who must've heard the rustle in the bushes. Suddenly I could feel the hot gaze of four sets of young eyes. I didn't stop to look. I hit the lot and got in my car, locked the doors and peeled out of there in a flash. I looked back, fully expecting a drunken posse chasing me but apparently their need to pee outweighed any need to see me any further. I could only laugh. My heart had barely slowed down when I got another call from Darla. "Where are you now, Dear?" she said, without a care. "Oh my god, I'm just out of the rest area, you almost got me caught by four drunk 20 somethings!" I panted." "Almost? Damn, sorry, I wish it had gone differently," she said. I laughed, "hush, you do not!" I could hear her giggle, "well, maybe a little. Part one done, up for another?" "Oh my," I said, as my heart fluttered again. "There's a gas station about two miles from the motel. I want you to stop there and get gas.' "But I don't need gas," I said. My car gets good mileage." "I don't give a fuck if it does, missy," she chided playfully, "you are stopping to get gas." "But I'm naked, as if you didn't know," I said with concern. "That's the idea," she laughed. "I'm not stupid though, it's the only full serve station around. I just left there, it'll work for our purposes." I always wonder how I get the courage to do these things but the answer always comes in the form of a familiar buzzing in my pussy. It drives me, it controls me sometimes so I listen, and follow. I pulled up to the station. Thank goodness it was empty of customers. I pulled up to the pump. A young guy with long, surfer blond hair came up to the window. Another fellow was looking out from inside, anxiously. The young man looked in. His name tag said, "Ray." His jaw dropped. I cracked the window open and could only smile. "Fill it up," I said, trying to avoid his obvious leering. I caught a smile as he turned to the pump. I could see his firm young ass tightly outlined in his way too tight jean shorts. Somehow, I knew Darla had checked him out before, just for me. I wondered what else she might have said or done here. He watched me the whole time. I could feel him, just outside my door as he pumped the gas. I didn't try to hide, how could I? I was naked, my tits were fully on display and he couldn't but help see my neatly trimmed bush. It was only a moment and he was done. "Seems you didn't need gas, ma'am," he said with a sly smirk. "That'll be 5.15$" he said, peering down on me. I handed him the money through the crack in the window. His crotch was at eye level, just outside the window. I'm pretty sure he was aroused because there was quite a bit going on down there. He wasn't trying to hide it. "Is there anything else?" He said, as he leaned all the way down until his face was even with mine. I looked in his forceful blue eyes for the first time. I knew Darla had checked this all out beforehand, but I was unsure what she wanted. If I got out, no doubt I'd get fucked, probably by him and the other guy behind the counter who I noticed was eyeballing us the whole time. I wavered. I think part of Darla's ability to bring this stuff out in me is the way she forces me to make the decisions at times like these. Just like at the rest stop, if I wanted, I'd have been on the grass on my back, legs up, with four guys filling me up. It's as though she forces me to admit to myself what I truly am and it's my job during these games to fight it as long as I can before finally submitting to what I am. That decided it for me. I paid him quickly and drove off. I looked back in the rear view mirror wistfully. He stood there staring the whole time, the bulge in his shorts fading into the distance as I drove. I sighed and fought the urge to turn around. I actually stopped the car. My fingers found my pussy, I was wet. Darla called just as I pulled into the motel. It was as if she had a clock in her head. "There already?" "Yes, just got here," I said. It was dark, I figured I'd have to get some clothes out of the trunk. "That must mean you left young Ray disappointed," she chuckled. "Yes, yes I did," I said with hesitation. "Ha, that means I owe him five bucks. I swore to him some slut would be by to suck his cock dry." I felt the heat in my face. "I'm sorry, did you want me to?" I choked, I didn't want to disappoint her. "Of course not babe, let no one say you've ever disappointed me, it was your choice to make and you did." "Good, I don't want to fail you," I said honestly. "I'm sure you won't," she said. "I told Bob, the manager about you, he should be there to meet you." I saw a man approaching. "Yes, I think this is him coming now, gotta go," I said, hanging up. I had no time to get my clothes. He introduced himself as Bob and showed me to my room. He had a big grin on his face. I knew Darla had set it up so he could see me naked, it was just part of my humiliation, which she knew drove me crazy. He was a plain looking fellow with a comb over and a bit of a belly. I wondered if Darla had anything planned with him. If so, I might regret not showing Ray a good time. He left me alone without pressing me for anything. I rested and relaxed out at the pool that night. Bob came by once or twice to see if I needed anything but I just smiled and said no. I was antsy and I knew why, my lust was growing. I had to fight the urge to drive back to the gas station for a do over. I had a wonderful sleep. It was nice to be away from work and stress and I melted into that pillow and had a blissful dreams. Honestly, I think some of them involved young Ray's cock. I spent the morning at the beach. I hadn't heard from Darla. I laid on the beach, thinking about the drive, the four drunk guys, Ray, and wondered if I'd ruined her plans in any way. Maybe she'd meant for me to have that kind of action. She had a wonderfully devious mind and I didn't want to deter her from continuing to push me sexually. I wandered back to my room for a quick shower after hitting a beach restaurant for a wonderful late lunch. I even enjoyed a couple margaritas. I pulled my sexy short shorts out of my luggage along with a breast baring tube top. I was in a mood to do some slutty bar hopping tonight. I took a quick shower and I was drying my hair when I noticed my purse was open. That was odd because I didn't remember leaving it like that. I slipped into my white short shorts that highlighted my ass. My butt cheeks poked out the bottom. I put on my slutty tube top that left nothing to the imagination. There was a knock at the door. I saw a dark haired man with a name badge with the hotel logo on it. He reminded me of a young Jack Nicholson. In my lustful state I got a quick jolt from that thought. I wondered if this was something that Darla cooked up. I opened the door, I couldn't have been more wrong, it seemed. "Who the fuck are you?" He demanded as he barged in. "How dare you?" I said tersely. "I'm staying here." "Says who?" He said with a sneer. "Our guest checked out today, I saw her leave, myself." I knew he must've meant Darla. "Oh, I see," I said. "Darla is my friend, she said she had the room until check out on Sunday." "Listen, I'm the day manager here, no one has checked in this room." "I told you, it's Darla's room for the weekend," I said nervously as he scanned the room. "Talk to Bob, he's the one that let me in." "Bob? Who the fuck is Bob?" He said, his voice raising. "Bob, the night manager," I sniffed, I was starting to tear up from it all. "We don't have a night manager," he said coldly. I started to protest but he stopped me. "Show me your receipt, show me some ID or I'm calling the cops." "I don't have a receipt, I told you, Darla has the room until Sunday and Bob was the one that let me in." I fumbled for my license. It was gone. In fact, my money was gone as well. It was then I noticed everything was gone, even my luggage. I'd been robbed. I started to feel nauseated. "No fucking ID, what the fuck?" He said as he stepped right up into my face. "You'd better fork over 25 bucks for the room right now or I'm calling the police." "Oh god, no," I wailed. "This is all some mistake, I just got robbed, my purse was moved and they took my money and my...." I said before he cut me off. "Bullshit, sister. We have whores running that scam on us all the time. Look at you, you have no ID, no money, you appear to be tipsy, and you have no fucking luggage of any kind. Look at the way you are dressed, your ass and tits hanging out. It all just screams "whore." We have whores here all the time popping into rooms with dummy key cards, using the room for their tricks and then taking off." "Whores?" I cried, "I'm not a whore! This is all a mistake, I tell you. Let me call Darla..." "I don't care who this Darla is, " he said as he ripped my cell phone from my hand. "I'll give you ten seconds to give me twenty five bucks for the room to pay for that shower you just had." Jillian on Vacation "I told you, I don't have it," I was angry now. "Ok," he said with a shrug and he went to use the room phone. "Did I tell you my brother works at the police station?" I jumped across the bed. "Don't!" I yelled. We wrestled over the phone for a second before he snatched it away from me. "Money is all you need..." he said with a glare. "Should be easy for a whore like you, such a pretty one too, you seem kind of...I don't know, unspoiled in a way," he said, laughing at his own joke. This is all a mistake," I said, trying to remain calm in the madness of it. "Listen whore," he said, though with less malice and more control. "I don't care what you do. All I care about is that you are here, unauthorized. I'm a fair man. Twenty five bucks would cover it and you can go and all will be forgotten." I started to protest. "Yes, I know, you got "robbed" he said, using his fingers for air quotes. "I don't believe any of that. You looked to turn a trick or two in the room and I busted you. From what I can tell, you haven't started yet. So, here's the deal. I'll let you make your twenty five bucks the old fashioned way. I'll give you two hours. You get me the money. In fact, nice guy that I am, since you didn't use a whole day I'll call it even at twenty dollars. I didn't dare tell him I'd already spent one night. "Hell, you probably aren't worth all the trouble, maybe I should just throw you out on the street as you are, naked and be done with you." I knew this stretch of beach area swarmed at night and I had no clothes, no car keys. I'd end up at the station either way, I thought. "Ok," I thought, fine, I can just go to the police on my own terms when he leaves, maybe in a town adjacent or a nearby phone and call Darla and she'll take care of everything. "Listen, if you'd just call my friend. I'm sure you have her phone number, the information at the desk before you do anything stupid...but, ok, go ahead." I had not any real fear of the sex, I mean, twenty bucks, that's one guy, one time and as we all know, I've had my share of strangers. Plus, my previous day's experiences left me wanting. It wasn't a difficult choice, really. "Ok, do it," I snapped. I'd either get in touch with Darla while he was gone or I'd have to put out, no big deal for a slut like me, I thought. "Ha, I knew you were a scamming whore," he snipped. "Just to be sure you don't skip out on me I've got something here for you." He took out what looked to be industrial strength zip ties and started to pull my hands behind my back. "What the fuck?" I wailed. "You think i'd let you skip out without the money, you're crazy, you aren't leaving this room until you earn my money." "How can I do that," I cried, "if I can't leave?" "You don't have some tricks lined up?" he inquired. "Of course not, you asshole, I told you I'm not a whore!" "My god, I thought you'd stop with that already. You are a whore, and from the looks of it, not a very good one. That doesn't matter though, a whore is a whore and you'll do what you have to do for money. That's how it works, right?" "But how?" I said, exasperated. He zipped the ties to my hands and forced me to my knees. He had me at the end of the bed and he zipped another tie to a rail on the edge of the bed. I was stuck. "Lucky for you, I have a solution," he said. "I know a guy up the road, kind of a drinking buddy, works a construction crew. They must be about wrapping it up for the day. If you're lucky I can catch them before they take off." Oh my god, I blanched, this was really happening. I thought about Darla, I wished I could call her, the police, someone for help before I was mistaken and used like some cheap whore in a sleazy motel. But again, I reminded myself, it's only sex, and I love sex, anonymous, even risky sex, especially when made to do it. Though usually it was when the person with the control was someone I could trust. Still, he couldn't have picked a better victim than me. I wondered how all these men always know how to push my submissive slut button, but here I was again, on my knees, apparently ready to please. Any other woman and he probably wouldn't even have thought of it. But me, dressed as I was...he just seemed to know what button to push. The manager, "Craig," it said on his badge checked my bindings before he left. He was satisfied that I couldn't escape. I pleaded with him one more time to call Darla and straighten this whole thing out though with my hands behind my back, my chest heaving, that "look" in his eye, I felt a vaguely familiar sensation begin deep in me. He just snarkily smiled and said, "sure, I'll get right on it. "Listen," he said seriously, "I have a right to hold you for breaking and entering...I have a right to turn you in. This other stuff..." he hesitated, "well, what I'm saying is, this other stuff is on you. It's your choice. He took out his cellphone and aimed it at me. "Tell me what it is you want. I want this to be on record in case you try and come back later and say it went another way. It's your choice. Do you want me to take you to the police station and, if everything is what you say it is, you'll no doubt be let go. Or, do you want to pay me back the money you owe for the room, by turning some tricks. I want you to say it." "Fuck you," I hissed. "Say it, whore, you don't have all afternoon, the clock is ticking," he urged. He leaned in close, his face was next to mine. "I'm serious, I won't hold you to this, no one will ever be able to say it's rape. If you want me to let you go, I'll let you out of here, naked, to do what you wish. Or, we do it your way and go to the police, or, you make some quick cash the old fashioned way. SAY it." He held up his phone to my face, making sure the fact that I was bound didn't show. I knew the choice, it was always like this, familiar, yet different. I knew somewhere in my head that just getting out of there was the "smart" choice. Even going to the police was only scary because his brother works there and no doubt he'd shade the story against me. Still, I knew things would be settled, though I'd have to spend a night in jail, after being brought in naked and then subjected to god knows what in this trashy town. I might be charged just for the nudity. No, for me, the familiar choice was sex. It was always sex. I quickly reviewed the situation. I was dressed as a teasing slut, I had my hands bound behind me, and I was about to service men sexually. It seemed the easy choice, especially for a slut like me. I did what I had to do. What I always do, for my own selfish reasons. "I want to turn some tricks to pay Craig back his money I owe him for the room," I said, eyes lowered. "So this is all your idea?" He inquired as the video recorded. "Yes, I'm to make twenty dollars for Craig..." I looked at him for guidance. He motioned his head towards the road. "...oh yeah, by having sex with some workers I met on the construction site." I lowered my head. My fate was sealed. He snapped his phone shut. His eyes seemed softer, gentler. "You can still back out...if I'm wrong about you..." he said. "You were right about me, let's get it over with," I said defiantly. He left me alone. I struggled against the binding the whole time he was gone. I thought I at least had to try to escape. I had to stop when my wrists started to cut. He came back in with a smile. "Good news, whore, I got some takers. Bad news, they don't have much cash on them and they weren't too keen about having some unknown, cheap ass whore." "I'm not a cheap ass whore," I said sharply. "Sure, whore, keep telling yourself that," he said as he condescendingly stroked my chin. "Listen, guys don't like crying whores so if you want to make any money at all you really need to get yourself together, otherwise, the police will be here in a flash. Need I remind you, my brother works down at the station? So, let me clean you up a bit." I nodded and he went to get a moist towel to wipe my face clean. "So, in order to convince them to even come over I had to make it a sweet deal." I just looked up at his disgusting grinning face. "Blowjobs for a dollar, pussy for two. Do you do anal?" He asked. I shook my head vigorously no. "Too bad, that was five bucks," he said with a disdainful smirk. "A dollar, what the fuck?" I screamed at him. "Dear, in your position I don't think you should say another word, the police station is right around the corner, in fact." I cursed him under my breath. "Oh, and doing the math, I couldn't come up with enough workers at the site but they said they'd bring along a couple of mexican workers that work the roads." He opened the blinds in the room all the way. "Might as well have people enjoy the show as well," he said. He took out a felt marker and wrote something on a piece of cardboard. He fashioned a wire through it and hung it around my neck as a sign. I thought about spitting on him but I thought better of it. He told me what he wrote, "Whore for use, 1$ blow, 2$pussy, 5$ anal. The fucker, he still put the anal on there! It was only a few moments of freedom from him before the door burst open again. It was a big, sweaty, burly guy with a wife beater shirt. "Holy crap, Craig was far too plain in his description of you, you are very purty," he drawled. Craig was looking over his shoulder. "Don't encourage the whore," He laughed. The big guy asked, "where are the condoms, slut"? "I don't...have any..." I choked out. "What kind of whore doesn't have condoms?" He turned to Craig and said, "I ain't fucking no whore without a condom." I softly replied, "I'm not a whore," though I knew no one would believe me now. "It's your choice," Craig said. "You aren't a whore?" The big man said. "I see he tied you up. Are you ok? You are doing this willingly, right? I ain't raping nobody," he said with concern, shooting Craig a glance. Craig just looked at me with a smile. "Well?" He said. I just shrugged my shoulders. "No, I'm doing it willingly," I said, defeated. "Why?" Craig called over the man's shoulders. "Cuz I'm a whore," I said softly. With that the big man pulled down his pants. I could smell his sweaty, musk. "Shut that damned door!" He growled. Craig closed the door behind him. I swear he was whistling. I saw other men huddled around the window, ready for the show. It looked like quite a lineup. I took him in my mouth. I heard some cheering from outside. I went to work on his cock. He was dirty, smelled like urine. Oddly, that is a turn on to me, in most cases. I've cleaned a lot of cocks. This guy wasn't in it for the long haul. I barely got around to using some of my tongue tricks before he grabbed my head and pumped his load in my throat. I couldn't stop him from pushing deep in me with my hands tied behind me so I choked up some of his cum as he pulled away from me. I heard laughing a jeering from outside. Another man stepped inside. He was a young guy, skinny, nerdy. Probably one of the foremen's nephews or something. His cock matched him. It was thin. I thought his friends outside would be calling him needle dick from now on. He came like young men do, in torrents. I choked as much down as I could. It was funny, I was swallowing, in my head I told myself I didn't want them to remember it negatively. Guy three came and went after filling my mouth up. I was waiting for a fucking. I feared it each time someone came in. In my joy that they chose head I willingly swallowed them all. No matter how good I was, a lot of it was running down my face and chest, mostly thanks to guy four who pulled off me as he came, the bastard. It was soaking my "whore" sign around my neck. After the fourth guy, Craig came in. "Four dollars in about ten minutes, I guess you are a good whore after all, those guys can't contain themselves when you have your mouth on them." He took a hold of my tube top and cut it off me with scissors. I heard the men outside cheer as my tits popped free. I groaned. That was my favorite one. He tossed it in tatters on the bed. I was topless now. Naturally, I hadn't worn a bra. I was planning on teasing some at the bars. Now, I guess I was doing more than teasing as the men hooted at me from the window. It became a blur. So much cum, cocks all different yet somehow all strangely the same. From my vantage point on my knees, they started to look alike, all I got to see were their cocks and their belly buttons. Guy five, or was it six? jammed his cock into me so deep as he came that I choked up some cum, right on the stack of bills that were left beside me. I could hear laughing again. I hung my head. The fuckers, it was like they were trying to break me. I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. "NEXT" I called out loudly. It was the mexican workers turn. "Fuckers," I thought, making these men wait till they were done. I made sure I gave them my "good" blowjobs, just to make a point in my own brain. They seemed appreciative. One man held my face softly and looked deep into my eyes with a soulful expression. "Muchos muchos gracias, senorita," he said softly, caressing my hair. I kissed the head of his nice fat cock before he tucked it back in his pants. Craig came in. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face up to look at him. "Let's see how you've done." He counted the money. I had no idea how much it would be. "Nine dollars!" he said proudly. "Fuck," I thought. "That was very good. But as you must know, nine dollars is not twenty dollars," he said, glaring at me. "Look, I'm getting there..." I started to beg, "...ask some of them to come around again." That familiar warmth of their cum in my stomach was doing what it always does to me. I could do more. "Naw, they've all gone now. Most took off when the mexicans took their turn. Once you see a whore sucks a couple cocks, the thrill is gone, I'm sure." "Just find some more," I begged. I wanted to finish this and get out. "Like I said, they're gone. I suppose I could hit the bar down the street but what the fuck do I look like, a pimp? Besides, I'm off in ten minutes. Although...." he said, rubbing his chin. "What?" I asked with interest. "I suppose I could leave you here and just leave the door cracked open. You've got the price scale on you already..." he said. "Oh fuck," I muttered. "Relax, I was only partially kidding, maybe," he said. Business men start coming in about now, i'm sure you'd get some action..." he paused. I was strangely relaxed. I guess all the cum in my stomach does that to me, but I was in my element, this was MY territory. "Listen," I said, that familiar sexual fog enveloping me, "I'll do it." "Do it, do what?" He asked, intrigued. "Like you said, leave me in the room with the sign on me. I'll make the money, I promise. Just..." I said, gathering myself. "Just what?" "Just stay with me, for safety. But untie me and let me sit on the bed, my legs are cramping and my wrists are getting sore. You can tie me again, just use some cloth or something...and make a new sign. Just offer the blowjobs, I'd be ok with that," I said with a motivation he wouldn't understand. "Fuck, you'd really do it," he said with some awe. "Yessss...." I hissed softly, while avoiding his gaze. "Well, maybe later, I've got another idea anyway." He the tiees holding me to the edge of the bed. He left the ones binding my hands behind me. He pushed me unceremoniously over the bed, leaving my ass hanging off the edge. He used his scissors and cut my shorts right off me. I was too shocked to curse him. I thought, "fuck, my favorite white shorts!" I heard him peeling a condom wrapper open. I knew what was coming. He used my own pussy juices to coat his condom covered cock. It was embarrassing, he didn't miss the opportunity to gloat. "Look at that, the whore is sopping wet!" He said with glee. "This shit turns you on," he laughed while he rubbed his cockhead on the entrance to my ass. He put it in, slightly. "Tell me it does, tell me it turns you on," he urged, his lust growing. "Fuck you!" I said, panting. I know he didn't hear any resistance whatsoever in it. "TELL me," he urged, his cock ever so slightly easing in. "Nooooo..." I said through my teeth, with even less conviction. He slapped my ass hard several times. "SAY it!" He yelled. "Fuck you," I said, breathing heavily now. "Just fuck me," I managed to get out before his cock filled me fully. "Ohhhh...." I gasped. He started to work it in and out of me. For being such a prick, it seemed like he was letting me get used to it filling me up more and more each time. He let me adjust to its girth each time and slowly rocked it in and out. My pussy was sloshing by now, I could hear it. He knew it as well, this shit was turning the whore on. It made him fuck he harder now, more earnestly. His hand worked under me and his fingers found my clit. "Fuckkkk..." I thought and I fought the pleasure for a moment before realizing I couldn't. He was grinding me good now. He had a handful of my hair and was using it to ride me like a wild pony. I was lost by this point, the manipulations of his fingers was causing me to buck back into him with each thrust. The rhythm of it was perfect, I couldn't hold back. "Oh god, you fucker...fuck my assssssss..." I groaned as an orgasm hit me. There's something special for me about an orgasm while my ass is filled, I swear I could feel it all the way to my toes. He was grunting now, it was animalistic. I turned my head to the side, I saw the moon shining in. The blinds were still open. There were faces in the window. "Fuck it," I thought, "let them see the whore get her ass filled." Fill it he did. The damn broke and I could feel it pulse into me, hot spurt after hot spurt. He was still holding onto my hair for support. He wound down slowly. He left his cock in my ass while it softened. He was tender now, he was kissing my neck and shoulders. "Fuck..." was all he could say. Finally, he slipped out of me. I just layed there on the edge, in a pool of spent sex. Finally, he spoke. "So, five dollars for your ass, that would make fourteen, except, I charge a five dollar pimp fee, so you are still shy. Too bad you couldn't make it, guess I'll have to hang another sign on you now," he said. "I know," I said softly, while his cum started to run down my ass to my upper thighs. "Fuck," he said with some awe. "Darla said you were into this, but she never could've convinced me that you loved it this much." Darla. Oh my god. Of course, Darla. That scheming, conniving, totally crazy, yet wonderful bitch. Why did I not know it was her. That was the pure genius of Darla though. She always had my mind spinning so much I never knew. Fuck. The whole thing was a setup from the start. It was just so fucking believable. But now, looking back on it, of course. All the blowjobs, she knew my fantasy. Tied up? Of course, she knew how much that drove me crazy. Wow. She'd outdone herself this time. She'd lined up a bunch of guys, made me suck off 8 guys, or nine, yes, I think it's nine. Tied, helpless, made to do it. Just like my fantasy. It was just like Darla. I looked at Craig, he was smiling. I could see his good looks now that I was past my rage and fear. He was just an actor in Darla's play. A wonderful one at that. He'd totally convinced me. All of a sudden the door opened. Some of the guys from before streamed in. The mexicans were gone though. I always wondered what happened to them, especially the soft spoken appreciative one. They were all clapping. I blushed a scarlet fire. They all gathered around me and introduced themselves. It was like I was on a porn version of "punked." I was naked, dripping with all their cum, at least all the cum that wasn't crusted on me by now and they were chatting and laughing like we were old friends. Then, I saw Darla in the doorway, watching it all with a smile. Jillian on Vacation "Was it everything you imagined?" she asked with a wide grin. I nodded. She told me she saw the whole thing, she had never left, that's why she knew where I was at all times. She'd set it up perfectly, Bob was actually who he said he was, the night manager. The "construction" crew was actually all friends Darla knew through her connections at work in the area. I wondered aloud about the mexicans. Craig laughed. "Well, actually those WERE guys we picked up on the road, working. We didn't have enough to have you make enough money," he said, smiling. I blushed again. It was just another shot of wonderful humiliation. Darla grinned. Some of the guys started to leave after thanking me for such a great time. A few lingered. It was then I noticed Bob had returned. He was wearing a goofy grin. Darla leaned in and whispered in my ear. "So, what was it, nine?" Is that closer to the magic number?" I was still buzzing from it all. "Yes, it was closer," I winked. "How's your tummy feeling?" She whispered. "Oh, it's feeling really good," I cooed. "But is it full?" She asked. I knew what she was getting at. She wanted truth, I'll give her truth. "No," I said simply. Darla stood up. She stopped a couple guys from leaving. "Craig, dear, how much does this slut still owe you?" She asked. "Eleven bucks," he smiled. There were three men left. I went to work on their cocks. Darla lined them up and place me on my knees with a pillow for comfort. This time there was no hurry. I savored their cum. Darla made sure that I gave Bob "special" treatment. I knew that she could see that it embarrassed me to be sucking a balding, portly guy. She whispered in my ear while I had his rather small cock in my mouth. "Remember slut, you aren't too good for anyone." I knew it, she was right. He filled my mouth just like the others. They all collapsed in disarray around the room after they were satiated. I tried to get a couple of them up again for a few more dollars but they were all spent. "Well, that's three more. So you sucked off 12?" She asked. I nodded. "And is the slut full now?" she said with feigned disdain. "Kind of," I said sheepishly. Honestly, my mouth was beyond sore, but my pussy, stomach and my brain were still capable. I told her my jaw ached but that my stomach was feeling delightful. I could feel the electricity in my pussy, I felt like I could cum just thinking of it all but stopping now would probably be the wise choice. She shook her head. "Well Craig, looks like she's still got some work to do. I love love loved your idea of leaving her here with the door cracked. I'm sure she'll make a few extra dollars for both of us while we go out and have some drinks." She turned to me. She had a skirt on. She reached inside and pulled off her panties. She shoved them in my mouth. Somewhere, someone gave her some duct tape. She sealed it over my mouth with her panties balled up inside. "Don't worry, dear. Your mouth can rest now," she giggled. I sighed. It's a tough life being a slutty sex slave to someone else's wickedness. I assumed my position on the edge of the bed. I slipped the new sign Craig had just printed on my neck, the old sign was yucky and covered in cum. I put my hands behind my back and waited for them to be tied. Darla leaned over to me and kissed me. "You are truly a wonderful slut, Jillian. I'm so proud of you. I'm not really going to leave you here like that. Somewhere in my head I felt some disappointment but I sighed in relief and crashed on the bed. " However," she said, "I want you to do one more thing for Craig and the men. Then I'll give him the rest of the money." She whispered in my ear. I turned white. I mean, I'm a slut, the sex with them seemed easy compared to this. Still, Darla's eyes were insistent. I went to the bed. Craig and Darla stood up. The men gathered around. She made me keep the panties in my mouth and left it taped. I could only moan. I closed my eyes. My hands caressed by tits. I tweaked my nipples. My right hand found my pussy. I touched my clit. My hand was already soaking. I masturbated for them. I closed my eyes, and lost myself in pleasure. I thought of the four drunk guys at the rest stop and what they'd have done to me. I thought of Ray and his coworker, and how they'd pay me for my nakedness I thought of all those wonderful cocks shooting in my mouth. I thought of everything but my audience. I was so lost that I lost count of how many times I came, thrashing on the bed. When I opened my eyes, the room was quiet. The men's mouths were agape. Darla just nodded and they walked off, but not before one of them asked for a shot at my glistening pussy. I admit I was slightly disappointed when she told them no, that her slut was done with them, "for now." Darla turned to me. "Now, I really do have to go, dear. You can stay and have a good time tonight, you can leave at checkout in the morning. Is that right, mr. day manager?" She said to Craig jokingly. He just nodded. She took her panties back after removing the tape. I kissed her goodbye. I could barely open my mouth, my jaws were aching. She gave me an "ew" look when I kissed her, because of all the cum on my lips, chin, and everywhere for that matter. "Leave that on you until you get home," she said. I nodded. I thanked her profusely for such a fantasy fulfilling surprise. She left with a smile. I turned towards Craig. Now he was just sitting on the bed, watching me with interest. "Forgive me?" He said, and he patted the bed next to him. I crawled up next to him. He took me in his arms. "Maybe..." I said slyly. "If you do something for me," I giggled. He didn't even need to ask. His beautiful rough face was between my legs before I could even open my mouth. I rode that sexy man's face to a wave of orgasms. Fuck, he was good. I barely left the motel the rest of the night and into the next morning. He finally got around to fucking my pussy, my poor neglected pussy. I left for home Sunday afternoon just after sucking his cock. He said he wanted to see what all the fuss was about! He added his cum to the cum of all his friends. I got back in my car and started the drive home. I passed the gas station. I saw only Ray in the window. I swerved over two lanes and pulled up past the pump to where the air hose was. I was positioned so that my car blocked the view of the street. I quickly took off my top. He came out with a perplexed look on his face. "Air, ma'am?" He said before seeing me step out of the car, my tits proudly displayed. "No, just this," I said, dropping to my knees, my hand grabbing his crotch. I drove home with the reminder of him and all the others in or on me. Now I was full. "Fourteen, better than unlucky thirteen," I giggled. Darla was going to love hearing the rest of all this, plus, maybe she can get her five bucks back from their bet. THE END