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The Slave's Weekend Ch. 01

By: JerseyGirlBcom



"Next up we have Kimber Jefferies. She is the 24 year old secretary for our beloved Bob Maddock in advertising. She likes white wine, a good steak, and romantic comedies."

Kimber strutted out on stage wearing a gold sequined mini dress. Her long, toned, legs were accented by gold six inch heels. Her natural 34 C breasts were pushed up high in her shelf bra, creating amble cleavage in a dress that hugged every curve of her body perfectly. 

Kimber popped her hip, reaching the end of the runway, and then flipped the perfectly, softly, curled auburn hair that fell just past her shoulders as her green eyes scanned the crowd of balding, fat, businessmen. Her plump painted lips curled into a smile as she winked at them and returned to the podium with her hands on her swaying hips.

"All of the proceeds for Kimber's auction will be sent to Saint Jude Hospital."

Kimber had signed up for the annual date auction that the company she worked for held every year. She had just began working there last summer. She was going to school part time and was hoping that being around all those executives would offer her a networking opportunity.

"One Thousand."

She smiled down at the first bid. Since it was for charity, and these men were well off, it was no surprise that the bids started to high. It was for a long weekend date. Kimber's co-workers, the other secretaries, had all encouraged her to do it. They had said they all had done it and it was a great way to really learn and get to know the men they worked for.

"Fifteen hundred."

"Twenty five hundred."

Kimber's smile grew as the bids climbed higher and higher. She did a little dance on stage, shaking her hips and seductively posing. The bids came in faster and higher. She giggled and looked off stage. All her co-workers still up for bid gave her a thumbs-up. It was for charity.

The long weekend for Kimber went for thirty seven hundred sixty dollars. She tried to see out into the crowd as the gavel went down and the men cheered, who had won her. However, the bright lights on the stage prevented her from seeing past the first row.

Kimber was ushered off the stage by one of the mailroom clerks, a young intern, who had just graduated. He took her to the company lawyer. The thin man was dressed in his business attire and wore thick framed glasses. He offered her a chair and Kimber sat. 

Mark, the lawyer, brought out a thick document and briefly explained it to her. Kimber's understand was that the contract outlined what was expected of her that weekend. She would be going to a hotel, with daily spa treatments, and the man would be taking her out for her meals. She was expected to attend one formal function before the ending of the evening, and then it would be over.

Kimber smiled and signed without reading it. She trusted what Mark had told her. It had outlined her responsibilities but he didn't go into detail as to what those responsibilities were. In hind sight, Kimber knew that if she had read the document, she never would have signed it. However, in that moment, she was drunk on the high amount of money she had earned for her charity.

She didn't meet Frank Billingsly, her weekend date, until the contract was signed. Mark reviewed her signature, signed his own, and then stood. She did as well and he lead her out from behind the stage and through the crowd.

Frank was a tall, robust, gray haired man. Currently, he was seated in a pinstripe, expertly tailored, suit. He had a glass of red wine at his table and was surrounded by other middle-aged men. 

"Mr. Billingsly, I present Kimber Jeffereies. Here is the contract, fully signed by her. Just need your signature Sir."

Mark offered him the thick packet. Kimber nodded to the steel eyed man and offered her hand for shaking. His gray eyes looked her up and down and he smiled smugly. 

His attentions shifted the paperwork. He signed swiftly and then waved Mark away once her had notarized the document. 

"I will be back swiftly Sir with your copy."

Kimber's hand fell at her side. She frowned. He wasn't even going to be nice about it? Kimber forced a smile on her face, it would only be a few days, and it was for charity.

"Thank you Mr. Billingsly." Mark turned to Kimber. "Good luck Miss Jefferies."

Kimber furrowed her brow and turned watching Mark walk away swiftly. Kimber stood awkwardly. There were no chairs left at his table. Frank made no effort to get her a seat either. He sipped his wine and returned to conversing with the men at his table. 

The longer she stood the more painful her heels became. The more pain she felt the more annoyed she became. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot looking around the room as the auction continued. 

As a waiter walked past, Kimber attempted to get his attention. He ignored her. She sighed exasperated. When she went to leave, to find a seat, and relieve her aching feet, Frank reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"No." It was all he said before returning to the men at his table.

She looked down at pale paw on her wrist and gaped at him. She was appalled. Did he expect her to just stand there all night?

"Excuse me?" She addressed him directly.

His hand still on her wrist, he did not acknowledge her. The men at the table looked from her to him uncomfortably. Frank continued his conversation and the men awkwardly obliged him.

Kimber tried to free herself and looked around the room for signs of help. She had agreed to a weekend date. She had not agreed to be with an asshole. She was looking for Mark; surely there was a loophole in the contract for asshat-ness. 

To her surprise, no one seemed to pay her any mind. No one seemed to care that this man was holding her and she couldn't get free. As a matter of fact, no one seemed to be looking at her at all. 

Mark did return and offered a copy of the contract to Frank. He took it, looked it over and then thanked Mark. Kimber tried to get his attention but Mark purposely avoided her eyes. She called to him directly, he said nothing. He quickly turned and left the table.

The next hour or so, she stood painfully, in the heels she cursed buying, with Frank's hand on her wrist. The whole time she was ignored. Her co-workers that had convinced her to join the auction were sold off one by one. She watched as they joined the men at their tables, sat with them, and laughed and drank. All the while, Kimber stood uncomfortably with a man who had yet to address her.

With a tug, and a gasp from Kimber, she fell into Frank's lap. She looked at him, disgusted, and attempted to climb out of his lap. However, his arm was around her waist and held her firm in place.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

He glared at her. "You will only speak when spoken to."

"Excuse me?"

The men at the table with Frank immediately quieted and looked from one to the other.

"You will speak when spoken to only. I will not repeat myself again."

"You have got some nerve buddy."

Frank raised an eyebrow and pushed her off his lap. She fell to the floor briefly before Frank rose and put his hand in her hair. He tugged hard and she screamed, reaching up clawing at his hand. He dragged her through the hall, kicking and flailing. No one came to her aid. 

Frank dragged her into the men's restroom and barked that everyone get out. The room emptied, Kimber was still screaming for help. Not one person acknowledged her.

Frank locked the bathroom door and released her hair. He stood, with the door to his back, and crossed his arms over his ample belly. 

Kimber glared at him once more and rose to her feet. Realizing she had lost one of her heels in the fight to get her out of the main hall. She quickly removed the other and tried to straighten her dress that had risen up. 

"Let me out. You can't keep me prisoner."

"On the contrary, did you not read what you signed?"

Kimber opened her mouth. She had not. 

"I didn't think so. You see, you are mine for the weekend. There are no limits. There are no rules. You are mine for the next three days. You are obligated to be at my side. I am obligated to take you to a hotel and to one formal event. I am obligated to feed you and provide for you. You are obligated to do as I say." Frank pulled the paper from inside his suit pocket. "You signed it. I signed it. Mark was our witness that you were not under duress. You offered yourself up for a public auction. My dear, you are mine for the next three days to do as I wish. So if I want to keep you prisoner. That is exactly what I will do."

Kimber shook her head and snatched the paper from him. She stepped back pacing and reading the document. She gasped. It was true. She had just agreed to be his slave for the weekend. She agreed to be his, no matter what he wanted, for the weekend. She had agreed to do whatever depraved act he asked her to do. She had signed and initialed all the boxes. 

She gaped, and looked up at him, tears welling in her eyes. "I didn't know."

He chuckled. "And whose fault is that?"

"But."

Frank uncrossed his arms and began to approach her. She was staring at the document bewildered. He gently took the paperwork from her hand and put it back in his jacket pocket. His hand went under her chin and he raised her eyes to meet his.

"First lesson in business is to read before you sign."

"What are you going to do to me?"

He smiled and ran his hand down her neck and over the swell of her breasts pushed provocatively up in her dress. His eyes were not leaving hers, and hers not leaving his. Though her bottom lip was quivering and she was afraid, her skin tingled under his hand.

"Whatever I want."

She took a deep breath. "And what is it you want?"

He tilted his head to the side. Using both hands he grabbed her breasts hard through the sequined dress. She let out a low groan. Her body was betraying her, her nipples got hard. Her heart pounding, her sex began to get warm and wet.

"Right now? I want you to blow me in this men's room, on your knees to show me that you are honoring our contract and so I don't have to take you to court to live up to it."

Kimber's jaw fell open. He squeezed her breasts harder. This time it was painful and she winced, still in shock.

"You don't want the sick kids with cancer at the hospital to miss out on all that donation money, do you?"

Kimber's mind was flooded with emotions and ideas. She had signed a contract; she was legally bound to be his for the weekend. However, was slavery, against one's will legal? Even if it wasn't, could she handle having it go to court? It would surely be in the papers and any hope of her legitimate business career in the future would be smashed. She would always be known as the woman that signed a slave contract.

Tears fell down her face as she fell to her knees in front of him. She had no choice if she wanted a future. She would have to live out the contract. It was only three days. She could survive three days.

Frank chuckled, standing over her. His hands left her breasts when she began to kneel. He was now undoing his belt, undoing his pants, and then slipped the fly down. 

"Reach in and get your reward for being a good girl."

Kimber's stomach turned and her pussy clenched. Why was she turned on by the idea of this man speaking to her this way? Why was she turned on by the idea of being his slave? It was so humiliating, so degrading. To call his penis a reward, he was definitely full of himself.

Kimber's slender hand reached into the opening of his pants. She found his semi-erect member inside a pair of boxer briefs. It was entangled in a nest of white curls. She pulled him out and was faced with his uncut cock.

"Take it in your mouth." He stroked the side of her cheek as she leaned forward.

Her green eyes would not rise to his. Instead, she closed them and opened her mouth. She took him in her mouth and felt him pulse. Her tongue slipped into the foreskin and she grazed over the head of his cock. She heard him groan and the warmth fluttered up from her sex throughout her body.

Kimber began to bob her head back and forth as he grew in her mouth. Franks hands rested on either side of her head. He made no attempt to control her pace just held her there. She would not take his full length once he was fully erect. She went half way down once he was fully swollen, so that his cock rested just at the entrance of her throat.

His fingers curled into her hair but again he did not control her head. She twisted and turned. If she was going to have to suck his cock, she was going to do a good job. She only had three days, if she pleased him, maybe he wouldn't be so cruel to her.

Frank groaned and this time he pulled her head downward. His cock pressed deep into her throat. She gagged immediately, spit dribbled down her chin and he laughed when she pulled her head back. He would not allow her to remove his cock from her mouth. She breathed heavily through her nostrils.

Again, he pulled her head down, forcing himself deeper into her throat. This time she retched, but nothing came up. She was not one who had ever deep throated, so she was not used to this kind of treatment. 

Her eyes watered, and her nose began to run. Frank continued to control the pace of his cock disappearing in her mouth, down her throat. He would block her airway with each thrust into her. She would gasp for breath when he pulled back. He laughed and groaned at her struggles.

She braced herself against his thighs. She tried to push herself back so that he wouldn't go so deep but the older man was stronger. He would continue to push into her throat. Her pussy was on fire her body was aching. It had been a long time since had been sexual.

Kimber tried to look up, to plead with him with her eyes, to stop the assault on her throat. It was getting sore, her stomach getting closer and closer to spilling its contents the more he thrust into her throat. However, she could not see him over his belly. 

With a loud growl, Frank pulled her head back off his cock. Her mouth wide open to take in more air, was filled with the first spurt of cum. A glob of his seed landed on her tongue. Another, her cheek, a third her nostril, and a fourth hit her forehead. 

Frank sighed heavily looking down at her as she swallowed. The cum was dripping down her face and she looked around for a towel. While she got to her feet, Frank redid his pants. When she started to step toward the towel dispenser he grabbed her wrist again.

"No my dear. You will wear my cum proudly. It will show that you have accepted the terms of the agreement."

Her eyes widened as she looked at him. Surely he was joking. She would not go out, among her co-workers, looking like this. She turned to the mirror and gasped.

Kimber's eyeliner, mascara, had run. She had dark black circles around her eyes and streaks down her cheeks. It was muddled with the sprays of cum that were not mixing on her face. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying. Snot was dripping out of her nose and drool was dripping down her chin onto the shelf of her breasts.

Frank tugged her wrist. "Come my dear. We must rejoin the party."

The Slave's Weekend Ch. 02



With a shoe in one hand and Frank's hand firmly gripping her wrist, Kimber was led out of the men's room back to the party. She hung her cum stained, make up smeared, face in shame. How could she have not read the contract?

When they returned to the table, Frank apologized as he took his seat. He yanked hard on Kimber's wrist and she yelped as she went down to her knees. It was then that he let her go. He resumed conversation with the men at the table, returning to ignoring her existence.

As the cum began to crust on her face, Kimber raised her head. She wanted to see if she was the only one going through this sort of humiliation. Stacey, the girl who assured her that this auction would be great for her career was dancing on a table topless wearing only a thong and heels. Several bills were stuffed into her panties by the men at her table.

Jenny, the one who pointed out the flyer to her, was sitting on the lap of a man who was in his seventies, feeding him strawberries. Melissa who joked she would raise the most money, was twerking her plump ass on her table with her dress pulled up around we waist.

Incidentally, she did not earn the most money. It had been Julie that had went or the most. Kimber scanned the room, she didn't see Julie. However, the table, where the man that had the highest bid for her, was empty.

Kimber was startled when Frank's hand began to idly stroke her hair. It brought her attention back to her own table, or, well, the table she was closest to. Frank was petting her hair as if she was a dog. Her cheeks flushed. 

To her surprise, he pushed his chair back and then slapped his hand against his ample thigh. "Up girl." He commanded looking at her.

She furrowed her brow, unsure what he wanted her to do.

He repeated the gesture. "In my lap."

Slowly, annoyed, humiliated, and disgusted, Kimber raised up and slid into his lap. One of Franks hands slid around her waist while the other quickly tugged down her top revealing her lacy bra. Kimber gasped and looked at the faces of the men at the table. Surely one of them was going to protest and stand up for her.

Instead, the six other men at the table stared at her ample natural 34C breasts confined in her lacy shelf bra. Kimber wanted to raise her hands up to cover herself but thought better of it. Frank's words ringing in her ears about the contract prompted her to lower her head.

Frank's fingers reached into the cups of her bra and pulled her breasts out roughly. Kimber bit her lower lip as he meticulously pinched and twisted her right and then her left nipple. They got hard from the attention, and her sex, longing for attention after months of non-use began to heat up.

Her body's natural responses to Frank's touching embarrassed her. She wanted to hate it. She wanted to hate the way he was completely ignoring her as a person but her body loved it. Her sex wanted more.

"I love when they have natural tits. Don't you Bill?"

"Oh Frank you know I'm a breast guy! The bigger the better! Real or fake, what does it matter?"

The table burst out laughing. Frank squeezed her right breast and Kimber fought back a moan. She didn't want him to know she was enjoying this. This was a test, this was forced on her, and she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"I don't think she needs to go any bigger. They look perfect on her frame." Another man chimed in.

Frank began kneading her left breast and nodded. "Yes a David you are right. Any bigger and she would just look ridiculous."

Kimber whined when she started to feel Frank's other hand pulling her dress up higher and higher. He was going back and forth kneading her breasts which was causing her to be moist between her thighs. The conversation had switched to local investments but his hands were working to expose her to the table more and more. 

Once her skirt was up enough to barely cover her, Frank's hand slipped between her thighs. She tried to squeeze them shut but he turned to glare at her until she relaxed her muscles. Again Kimber's face flashed crimson and she closed her eyes trying to imagine herself in a different place.

Frank's hand slid between her inner thighs. His fingers grazed her slit and he shook his head. "Oh gentlemen, this will not do."

Kimber's eyes opened and she gaped at him. Frank stood, pushing her off his lap again. Both of his hands were on her hips and he lifted her quickly. Kimber was placed on the table. Her legs bent hanging over the edge. Before Franks hands went between her thigh sand he forced her legs open wide, he slid them up her outer thighs and tugged her panties down.

She began to protest and Frank slapped her cum stained face hard. It was a warning. Kimber's hand went to the heat on her cheek where she had been slapped. She had lost hope that anyone at the event would stop what was going on. 

Frank pointed between her legs toward her swollen, aroused, glistening sex. "Do you see this mess?"

To her horror Frank stepped aside and each of the men at the table stood. One at a time they peered between her legs at her sex. Kimber covered her face she couldn't believe this was happening to her. Could she really have signed a contract that let this happen to her?

"Does she not know what good grooming is?"

"She didn't read the contract."

The men burst out laughing. "And she wants to be a business woman?"

Another round of laugher as Kimber sank further into shame. They were right. She should have read the contract. She wouldn't be in this position if she had just done her due diligence and read her damn contract.

With a gasp, Kimber's eyes opened, Frank was seated again, in front of her, with his hand between her legs. She felt his fingers probing her folds. His thumb pressed against her clit, which was emerging from her hood. She bit her lip, her breath becoming more ragged. She didn't want him to know she was actually enjoying it.

"Wet as a monsoon down here. Maybe she did read her contract she just doesn't want to admit it."

The table burst into laughter and Frank slid two of his fingers deep into Kimber's channel. This time she couldn't help it, a deep loud moan escaped her lips. She rolled her hips forward and her head fell back. His fingers felt so good inside her.

Frank returned to talking to the men about business. His fingers working in and out of Kimber's sex. She imagined she was in a large bed with silk sheets. She imagined that it was Joe Manganiello fingering her, and not the older, white haired, fat CEO or whatever he was. 

Kimber's hips began to buck, she kept her legs spread, his fingers increased their pace. He curled them upward, and she reached up to grab her own exposed breasts. The talk at the table had stopped. Kimber was lost in her fantasy.

She was moaning loudly, she was pushing her hips up to meet his strokes. She fell back on the table and writhed. Her eyes still closed, both her hands pinched her nipples, pulling them out above her chest. She panted as Frank worked a third finger into her dripping channel.

"Well this is interesting." Frank commented.

He removed his fingers just as Kimber was building closer and closer to orgasm. She felt him wipe his fingers on her inner thigh, the wetness on her thigh and between her legs was more than she had ever experienced before in her life. She whined, she wanted more. 

Raising herself up on her elbows she looked over her breasts at Frank. He was not looking at her. He was intently discussing something that Kimber didn't understand with the man next to her. She needed release and he was ignoring her.

This had never happened to her before. She always had the men she slept with get her off. It was her rule, if he was going to fuck her, he had to get her off first. Usually he did it with his mouth. However, this time, she didn't get off. She was wearing the cum of the man that had just denied her.

Kimber began to close her legs but was met with a sharp slap to her pussy and Kimber howled. Frank did not look at her when he did this. Her clit throbbed, loving the attention. She went to sit up and was giving another sharp spank to her cunt. Kimber howled again. The pain was surprisingly harsh.

She lay on the table, legs spread for Frank, being ignored once again. However, this time, instead of being annoyed and humiliated that he wasn't paying attention to her, Kimber was horny and frustrated. She wanted his attention more than she thought. She needed it. Her body was craving release. 

Kimber slid her hand down her belly, and figured if he wasn't going to do it, she would do it herself. Frank took her hand as it approached her mound and tossed it aside. Again his hand cracked down on her dripping cunt and she screamed. Tears formed in her eyes from the pain.

"Well gentlemen, it seems that this one just can't focus on behaving and wants attention of her hairy cunt."

The men cheered.

Frank pushed his chair back and stepped aside. Kimber had no idea what was going on. She watched him intently, her heart pounding. She wondered what he would do next.

"Bill, would you be so kind to start the party?"

The balding, accountant looking type, rose immediately. Kimber watched in shock as he pulled his long narrow cock out of his pants and stood between her legs. Bill grabbed her hips and tugged her down. She looked to Frank, for some reason she thought he would stop it, but he didn't. He instead nodded.

Bill entered her quickly and awkwardly. He thrust into her dripping cunt and grabbed her breasts. He held her chest as he pumped harder and faster. Kimber closed her eyes as the tears fell. Her pussy spasmed around his long cock and she couldn't believe she was being fucked at a charity event on the table by a man she had never spoken to.

Bill didn't last very long. She felt his cock withdraw and then the sprays of cum began to land on her thighs, and then up toward her chest. She heard him groan. She didn't want to open her eyes for fear that he would get it in her eye.

Kimber thought it was over. She opened her eyes just as the large black man pressed his cock against her opening. He was so thick, it hurt. She screamed as he forced his girth into her opening. Kimber clawed at the table as he grunted. 

Her pussy stretched open and she thrust slowly in and out of her. Her chest was bouncing as he picked up speed. The man, whose name she had not learned, grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders. Leaning forward, his cock buried deeper inside her. 

Kimber couldn't believe this. She had never been one for group sex. She hadn't even had a threesome before. She turned her head crying while this man defiled her. Frank stood to the side his arms crossed over her chest watching her. His eyes on hers. 

Frank stepped closer while The black man pistoned harder in and out of her. Her pussy had stretched allowing him to establish a pace. His cock head pressed against her cervix and Kimber could feel an orgasm building in her.

Frank took a seat at the table near her head. He stroked her hair as the black man withdrew his cock. He was stroking himself and the white streams of his seed began to paint across Kimber's breasts. Kimber whined, she had been so close to cumming and now he was outside her pussy. 

David, the fat man with glasses was now between her legs. His cock was short and thin. After the black man had just filled her, she couldn't even feel him inside her cunt. She was sure it was sloppy now. She was still dripping wet and the slurping sounds she was hearing caused her to whine in embarrassment.

"I hope you are learning an important business lesson." Frank whispered in her ear.

"Fuck you."

Frank chuckled, "Oh that is not nice. Here I am being nice. You're cunt was dripping wet. You whined when I denied you. Here I am giving you what you wanted. You wanted to be fucked like a little whore and each one of these men is giving you their cock. You should be thanking me slut."

David didn't last long. He sprayed his cum. It didn't have the distance of the previous two men, most likely because of his lack of length. It landed on Kimber's gold sequined dress that was bunched at her middle. 

Frank reached over her body and began to pinch and twist her nipples. Kimber arched her back whimpering. Her body was an exposed nerve. She needed more. She couldn't refuse any of these men if she tried, she was just so horny.

Another man, she didn't even see him, was now pumping in and out of her sex. He wasn't as thick as the black man, but was as long as Bill. He was thrusting hard and fast. His cock was like steel. Kimber found that her body was bucking against him, rolling her hips to meet him. She was desperate she wanted to cum.

"Now that's a good girl. Enjoy the fucking."

She groaned in ecstasy. Kimber imagined this one was Joe Manganiello. Frank pulled at her nipples hard and Kimber howled. Her pussy clenched around the man inside her. Her orgasm caused her body to quake on the table. The man between her legs growled and his sprays of cum landed on her face as she trembled in her own orgasm.

"Good girl. Good whore." 

Frank stroked her face as she twitched post orgasm on the table.

"Say thank you."

Kimber couldn't believe it when she said it. "Thank you."

Frank kissed the top of her head. "Good girl. You will enjoy this weekend I can tell."



The Slave's Weekend Ch. 03



Once the last man at the table sprayed the milky threads over her body, Frank gently slapped the sides of Kimber's face. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Now that you are properly decorated, covered in my and these fine gentlemen's cum, we can leave for the evening and begin our wonderful weekend together."

Kimber whimpered. She was still debating the magnitude of the private debasement she was about to endure for three days versus the public shame she would endure if she sought to fight the contract she had signed. It would ruin her professionally, personally, and publicly. There was no way she could fight it. 

Since, she didn't immediately move, Frank laced his fingers in her hair and tugged her off the table. She cried out, the old cum crusted on her face and the new cum dripped down her nearly naked body. 

Sobbing, she stood with her arms at her sides. She knew he did not want her covered. Her eyes scanned the room. No one made a move to protect her, to save her. Everyone was enthralled by their own woman sold to their table. 

Frank yanked her harder and she nearly fell over as he dragged her through the hall toward the door. Her heart pounded in her chest as they got closer and closer to the door. Surely he did not expect her to leave the hall with her dressed bunched at her middle, and cum dripping off her body.

"Wait!" She screamed.

To her surprise Frank halted just in front of the tinted glass doors. He turned on his heel and looked down at her.

"You seem to be under the impression that you will have a say as to what will happen to you over the next few days. Well let me clear that up."

Frank stepped closer to Kimber. She flinched expecting him to strike her sore body. Instead of hitting her he stroked her cheek and tilted his head.

"You are mine, bought and paid for little girl, and you will be thoroughly used. I always get what I pay for. The sooner you accept that, the more pleasant it will be for you."

He smiled briefly and he tugged her hair harder. With a whoosh, the cool December air caressed all of Kimber's bare skin and she gasped. She tried to lock her knees but he trudged on She nearly lost her footing and felt that if she continued to fight she would draw more attention to her exposed body. 

Kimber was thankful for the black limo with the dark tinted windows that was waiting for Frank. The driver opened the door after he looked her up and down. His smile was anything but reassuring or sympathetic. 

Frank tugged Kimber's hair again, her scalp was getting sore, and she was shoved inside the limo. Frank followed and the door was closed behind them. Frank situated himself along the back bench with his legs spread wide. Kimber was crouched in the center floor of the limo.

She looked up at him with her red and swollen eyes. His steely gray ones looked down at her, amusement filled them. Kimber sniffled and wiped the snot dripping from her nose on her arm. She was already covered in the bodily fluids of others, why not her own.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and stopped her own sobbing. She shivered a bit; her nipples could cut glass due to the cold. She stumbled forward as the limo began to move. Frank chuckled in response.

"You will kneel in front of me."

Slowly, Kimber did as she was instructed. It was only three days, she reminded herself. Only three days of torment; she could last three days. Then her career could continue on its path and she could begin the therapy she needed to forget this experience.

Frank reached down and undid his pants. His large paw-like hand disappeared into the opening of his pants as he fished his flaccid member out. The limp snake of flesh protruded from his pants and he grinned down at her. He pointed to it before he spoke.

"This will be your focus Kimber for the next three days. Your sole purpose will be to ensure that this is forever pleased. The more willingly you do this, the more pleasant your experiences. The less willing, the more I will have to punish you. Do you understand?"

Kimber's eyes fell to the nest of silver strands protruding from his pants. The veiny pink flaccid cock twitched a bit, growing slowly, as he spoke. She gulped and nodded. Three days, she could last three days of servicing him. 

"You will address me as Master."

Her eyes widened and went up to his. Her jaw dropped. He had to be kidding. There was no way she was going to give him any sort of title. 

"Kimber..."

Taking his flaccid member in his hand, he flopped it a few times, and released his balls from his trousers. He raised his eyebrow waiting for her answer. Just as he began to lean toward her she licked her lips to respond.

Through gritted teeth she replied: "Yes Master."

"Such a good girl. We will get through this. Now come here and serve your purpose. Seeing you get fucked by all those men got me horny. It is your duty to address this."

Kimber frowned and Frank did not miss a beat. His hand gripped her hair; the limo was large but not enough. He yanked her head down toward his cock and shoved her face against it. She whimpered as his twitching flesh pressed against her cheek.

"You will do as you are fucking told! Do you understand me? I am getting a little irritated with this game of resistance."

Whimpering, tears falling down her face again Kimber kissed the mushroomed tip. "Yes Master."

He stroked her hair as she began to work the head of his penis with her tongue. Frank sat back and put his hands behind his head and spread his legs wider. Kimber's mouth began to bob up and down as his erection became longer and firmer. 

"You're a bit chunkier than I like, and we will definitely remove all that messy hair on your body tomorrow, but I will make due."

Kimber retched as he thrust his cock up into her throat. He groaned in happiness. 

She wanted to bite down hard on him, chunkier? Who was he kidding? She watched what she ate, she went to the gym four hours a week, and he looked like he never missed the buffet. 

Franks hands covered her ears and he used them as handles. He held her head in place while he began to life his ass off the bench in the limo and thrust his cock in and out of her throat. Kimber gagged, drool spilling down her chin. The gurgles that came from her throat caused her to fear vomiting on him. 

With a loud grunt, Frank withdrew his cock and sprayed his load on her face again. Kimber closed her eyes just in time as a glob of milky semen landed on her eyelid. She felt her face covered with a large load. She was amazed he had so much cum in him since she had just sucked him an hour ago.

He pushed her backward with a content sigh. Kimber fell back with a whimper. It's not that she wanted him to cuddle her afterward, but this cold treatment was definitely taking its toll.

"You can take off that worthless piece of clothing. You look absolutely ridiculous with it on."

Kimber pouted as she began to roll the gold dress down her body. She had opened it would take some of the cum with it. However, it had fully dried on her body, except for the new globs dripping off her chin. 

"You do look lovely covered in sperm. I will be sure to keep you in this look. You may thank me for my load. Mustn't forget your manners."

Blushing, and seething, Kimber mumbled: "Thank you Master."

He grinned, "I am sorry dear, I did not hear you."

She glared at him as she tossed the dress she had once worn to the side. "Thank you Master."

"What are you thanking me for?"

With a huff, she knew what he wanted, and it made her both seethe in anger and blush in embarrassment. Why was he so determined to debase her? She was mortified that her swollen abused pussy was humming demanding more attention.

"Thank you, Master, for your load."

"That is proper. I will expect that all weekend."

"Yes Master."

As he grinned down at her, pleased with himself, the limo stopped. She looked out the window and realized that they were at a hotel however she could not identify which one. Kimber frantically looked at the dress she had just discarded. Surely, he would not make her walk through a hotel nude, covered in cum.

There had to be laws against being naked in a hotel. It was one thing for people to ignore his abuse of her at an event where she had basically just sold herself. However, it was another to take her to a public place and treat her the same. If she screamed out for help, someone would have to help her. If she was naked, someone would surely address it, if not just to tell her to put on clothes. She was torn between going out naked just so someone would inquire or demand she put on clothes and wanting to be covered. 

The door to the limo opened and Kimber instinctively covered herself. Frank laughed and turned to the open door. Kimber couldn't see who was on the other side. 

"Mark you are such a wonderful driver. You may pick a hole for tonight while I make arrangements for the luggage."

"Thank you Sir, I am honored."

"I warn you, she's a bit stubborn, so don't hesitate to remind her of her place."

"Will do Sir, thank you."

Kimber's jaw hit the floor again. This man, who had just bought her, who had just given her to a table full of colleagues was now about to give her to the driver! The driver! He was the help! He had to be kidding. 

Frank exited the limo quickly and the driver, Mark, a light skinned black man in his forties took his seat. A toothy grin crossed his face as the door closed behind him. The two, Kimber and Mark, stared at each other for a moment.

Mark's hand began to slide up and down over the crotch of his black pants. Kimber's eyes followed the movement and she noted the outline of an impressive bulge. Her heart flopped as she stunned herself wondering how big he was.

"You so pretty covered in cum."

She glared at him. 

"Come over here."

She stayed put. She had signed a contract that she would be Frank's slave, not his help's slave. She could draw a line. She had to take stand.

Mark reached out and Kimber backed up. She escaped his sweeping hand until she ran out of limo. Kimber's back hit the opposite bench and she whined. Mark growled as his body covered hers, pinning her to the floor of the limo.

Kimber let out a loud shriek and Mark covered her mouth with his large hand. She tried to kick from under him and all that did was make him laugh. His free hand snaked between their bodies and she felt him undoing his pants.

He had situated himself between her legs; her sex pulsed enjoying the feel of his heavy body on top of her. Her mind was screaming at her to fight yet her sex was hot and twitching begging for her to submit. 

"I was gonna be nice and just use your mouth, but since you had to go and run, now I am gonna fuck that pussy."

She tried to scream again and press his hand harder against her mouth. Her head was pushed back into the seat. She groaned feeling three of his fingers force their way into her well fucked sore channel. She tried to move her head back but he had a firm grip on her. 

Mark's eyes sparkled as his digits pounded in her. Kimber's sex clenched around them and responded to their stimulation. Her body heat rising as her body climbed closer and closer to orgasm.

"You seem to be too wet for someone fighting as hard as you are."

Her heart sunk. Her body was betraying her. She had always liked rough sex but she had never been taken so many times against her will before. Kimber wished had more control over her baser responses.

Kimber's body went rigid when he maneuvered his semi-hard cock into her opening. He thrust upward and she clawed at his back. Her cunt squeezed him tight as he began to work himself back and forth within her.

His hand came off her mouth and Kimber panted wildly. Her eyes closed as he grew longer and thicker inside her with each thrust. Her hips rose to meet him as he buried his cock inside her.

"That's a girl, fuck me back."

Kimber whined, why was she such a slut? He felt so long, so thick, he went so deep. She cried out, sore from all the cocks that had been inside her already. Her body ached in need and ached in pain. His cock stretched her and she clawed at the floor of the limo.

Mark pulled her legs up and he drove himself harder within her. Kimber screamed her body shook. Her orgasm rolled through her and she filled with shame. She didn't want to fuck this man, but here he was deep inside her and causing her orgasm. 

It didn't last long. Soon Mark pulled the long, thick, dark member from her. She marveled at his glistening length as he pumped his fist a few times around the tree trunk of a cock. Soon the milky streams began to spurt forth from the slit. She felt the warm globs of cum land on her sweat and cum soaked body. He groaned and fell back on his heels once the last bit dribbled out.

The limo opened and Frank's head popped in. Mark turned gasping for breath. Kimber groaned on the floor of the limo, her legs spread, her pussy missing the full feeling of his cock inside her. The cum dripping down her sides onto the floor. She was so tired.

"Good, you two are done just in time. Our room is ready Mark so you may go for the evening."

"Yes Sir."

"Kimber, did you thank him properly?"

Kimber's eyes barely open, her energy to fight the men was all but spent. "No Master."

"Thank him and myself properly."

"Thank you Mark for your cum."

Mark laughed.

"Good girl, and now me."

"Thank you Master for allowing Mark to cover me in his cum."

"You are doing so well. I truly believe you will love this by the end of the weekend. But for now, it's time to go to our room. I must live up to my end of the contract too."