My new master was very upset with me for not dressing as he had asked me to. His request was simple, he asked me to dress like a prostitute. I had shown up in a sexy black silk dress with 3-inch heels, hair in a nice up do and makeup done tastefully. He told me if he had wanted a high-class call girl he would have asked for that. He wanted me dressed as a common street whore. He sent me home to change.
I travelled the 45 minutes each way to transform myself into a street whore. I put on a black body stocking with a hole where the crotch is, a red corset, a tight, very short, black leather mini skirt and my 5-inch fuck me heels. I also put a lot of makeup on and over sprayed my hair to look like those whores I see patrolling the streets downtown.
I returned to Master’s house. He greeted me at the door, telling me to remove my coat and said that now I looked like a proper hooker and tonight I was going to be treated like one. I am always happy to please my master, whatever he wants, I will do. He brought me into a room with 5 men, sitting around having a smoke and a drink. He told them the entertainment had arrived and that we were going to have fun. He told me to do a hot dance and I did, provocatively dancing across the room, everyone’s eyes on me. As soon as I finished, two of the men strapped me down to a massage table and put a gag in my mouth. Each man took a turn at me. They fucked me in my mouth, my cunt, and my asshole. I was pleased that my master had chosen to share me. Some of them double teamed me. I loved being used this way. When they were all done using me up, my Master came to me and had be suck his cock until he exploded in my mouth. He rubbed my cheek when he was done with me and told me what a good sex slave I was. I returned his smile.
