She entered the room and sat down beside her date. They were on the couch that was perfectly arranged between the other seats in the living room. He put his arm around her shoulders and she rested her hand on his knee. She looked around the room and felt slightly uncomfortable when she noticed the other four guys in the room staring back at her.
There was good reason for them to stare. She was wearing a skimpy skirt that showed much skin when she crossed her legs trying to look elegant. But, that was hard to do with the shiny, black stilettos she decided to wear and the tight top that showed off the size of her breasts. Her decision to forego wearing a bra was the reason for the silhouette of her nipples, which were perky and hardening by the second. She had very little idea of what elegant women wore or how they presented themselves to a room full of men.
She had been raised in a trailer court with a perverted step-father and a drunken mother. She wore tight blue jeans and shirts designed to show off her midriff. She wore her hair huge and that was the fashion in the little town where everyone knew her name. They also knew what she was willing to do for a few extra dollars when her mother would yell at her and her step-father would make his advances.
She had to get out of that place. So, she left one day and went to the big city where she tried to put a new life together. She was still trying when she bumped into Charlie, the man she was sitting beside on the couch now. He treated her pretty good compared to the guys she knew back in the small town from where she came.
But, his bedroom was hot. She had never experienced anything like it. Of course, she knew how to get on her knees. She knew how to make a man happy in a matter of minutes. But, in Charlie's bedroom there was an experience of a whole new kind. He loved telling her exactly what he wanted her to do. And the emotions she felt when she submitted to his will were very powerful. It was strange, but overwhelmingly powerful.
Looking around the room, it was like she was a sheep four wolves were about to devour. They were staring at her with hungry eyes that made her shiver. When she looked back at Charlie, she felt no comfort there either. He had turned to whisper in her ear and rested his hand on her leg with his other arm still around her shoulder. He was sliding his hand up and down her leg as he spoke in his calm but demanding voice.
"We're going to have a little fun tonight."
She pulled her head away from his so that she could see his eyes. He just smiled and nodded his head. She knew what he meant and it was something she had never participated in before. She froze. She turned her head back to look straight across the room and literally froze while he continued to speak in her ear.
"I'm going to share you with my friends."
Her blood pressure rushed to her head. She felt the heat of frustration that he had put her in that situation and hadn't talked to her about it first. But, there was another feeling that overwhelmed her too. She was secretly aroused by the idea. It was a strange feeling she had never felt before.
She had always felt a sense of control. Even when she was taking money and pleasing men back in the trailer court, she felt like she controlled the situation. They were giving her money. That's why she felt she was in control.
But, the way Charlie had always treated her like a lady in public but a whore in the bedroom was intense. He only had to say things once and she bended to his will. Pleasing him the way he wanted to be pleased with every pull of her hair, with every spank on her ass, with every ounce of him she swallowed she started to feel like that was her purpose in life.
But, he had just crossed the line. She was for his pleasure and he wanted to share her with every guy in the room. She immediately felt humiliated and being the center of attention only placed more focus on her humiliation. She felt passionate burning in her breasts making her breathing a little suffocated. She couldn't look any of them in the eye. She felt heat on her face. But, secretly she liked it.
Charlie made her stand as he stroked her face like she was his pet. Then, he ran his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. He put his hand in her panties and pulled them down below her ass cheek. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she should leave before she loses all dignity or if she should stay and let them have their way. Charlie slowly slid her panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor.
Glancing at him with a serious look, "What are you doing?" as she slowly stepped out of her panties one leg at a time. She could feel Charlie's hands caressing her ass and she closed her eyes. He kissed her passionately on the mouth as his hand moved to her mound. He spread her lips apart and found her clit. Rubbing it, Charlie could hear Misty start to moan.
"Oh, you like that do you? My whore? Say it!" With one hand rubbing her clit and another pulling her head back by the hair, he commanded her, "Say it!"
"Mmm?"
"Say, you're my whore!"
"Mm."
