Boris's Whore Part 2

BORIS’S WHORE Part 2



Boris rang me next day and asked me to meet him at a hotel in town. It sounded great, I know its one of the towns best hotels. We met in the lobby and he kissed me tenderly. Going up in the lift he gestured again and I obediently raised my skirt to show no knickers.



"Good girl" he said and kissed me again.



When we got into the room I naughtily put my hand on his crotch. "Not so fast Sarah" he said. He told me we’d eat first and he ordered a meal and wine from room service.



After a few drinks he started talking about what we has been doing together. He told me he could tell I loved being a dirty little slut. I blushed and mumbled something. He made me repeat it "Yes... for you,".



He pulled me closer on the loveseat we were sitting on and I snuggled against him.



Dinner arrived and we ate. After dinner we moved onto the bed. This time he was a dream lover. He undressed me, slowly and tenderly, kissing my mouth, my neck, and down to my nipples. Oh it felt so good. He stopped to undress himself, this time it was him making a show, and I was a very appreciative audience. He got back onto bed. We kissed hotly as his hands roamed over my back and ass.



Before long he had positioned his face between my legs. I was squirming as I he gentle kissed and licked me. I moaned and tried to push my soaking wet pussy against his face.  For a while he made me wait but then he flipped his tongue out to touch my clit. It felt incredible. I couldn’t stop myself grinding my pussy against his face as he licked and sucked. He started finger fucking me and in no time I was cumming, shaking and thrusting against his face.



He rolled me over on top of him with my pussy still in his face, and his cock now in my mouth. As I sucked, taking in as much of him as I could he spread my pussy with his hands and began to lick it again. It must have been a real sloppy mess but he didn’t seem to mind, licking and sucking until I was cumming again. He helped me off him and onto the bed, telling me to get on all fours. He mounted me from behind, I was so wet and open he just slid straight in and fucked me like a wild animal. It was incredible. He grabbed my breast as he came and squeezed really hard, and I welcomed it.



We slept for a bit, tangled together then he told me we should take a shower. This hotel has big marble showers with a shelf in. At first we were just playful in the shower but soon we were teasing each other and his cock was rock hard again. It was a lovely time. I felt he was treating me like a real girlfriend and I loved it.



Together we soaped up his hard cock and he told me to bend over onto the marble shelf set into the wall. It was cold on my breasts. He took the shower off the clip (it was a handheld shower massage) and put it up between my legs, turning the pulsing hot water directly onto my soaking wet pussy. I moaned and cried out and in about a minute I was cumming hard. He pressed his soapy wet cock up against my bottom while I was still trembling and started to push it in. I forced myself to relax and open myself and his sudsy cock slid deep into my arse.



"Oh yeah, " I groaned, it felt so good.



"Sarah" he said. "You ass is mine. You may sell your little whore cunt and your little whore mouth, but your ass is for me and no one else, do you understand?"



With him fucking me there and the showerhead working on my pussy I started to cum again.



"Yessss my ass belongs to you. My whore ass is yours only yours..." I shouted as I came.



He continued fucking me and working the shower on my pussy. It felt as though I never stopped cumming until eventually I felt his hot semen flooding my bottom and I reached an amazing climax, saying things like



"I’m your slut, I’m your whore, My whore ass is yours yours only yours".



After we calmed a bit he wrapped me in a towel and led me into bed. Before I fell asleep I told him I loved him. He said he knew.



He left sometime during the night and next morning I woke to the sound of the telephone. It was Boris. I was thrill to hear his voice and gabbled on about how great it had been, how I’d never cum like that before. He interrupted me, telling me that he had something for me and he’d call in the shop with it this afternoon. I took a shower and left for home.



We were busy in the shop when he arrived but Mr Luigi said I could stop for a few minutes. Boris was carrying a shopping bag and I was excited to see him and excited to see what he had bought me. I opened the bag inside the shop and immediately blushed furiously, hastily putting the contents back in the bag. It was a big box of condoms. I was desperately hoping Mr Luigi hadn’t seen. We stepped outside onto the pavement to talk.



I asked when I would see him again. He told me he was tied up for the week but would call me as soon as he had something for me. "What kind of something?" I asked anxiously.



"Let's just say you should keep those condoms with you."



He pulled me into the space by my front door and kissed me quickly. He again told me to wait to hear from him and I said OK.



As he was walking away he turned back to tell me he knew I’d be a good girl and make him proud of me. I waved and he was gone. I slipped inside my flat quickly to put the condoms away, then hurried back to work, I knew if I stopped to think about what was happening I’d be in tears.



He called me next day at work, just as I was closing, and told me to go and get ready, he had a friend arriving in half an hour. He told me that he was sure I’d make him proud of me, and reminded me that I was to keep my ass for him. He promised he would see me at the weekend, if not before.



Fortunately half an hour didn’t give me time to think. I rushed upstairs and tidied the bedroom and had just got dressed in my slutty clothes when the doorbell rang.



He was an ordinary middle age man with a beer belly. I undressed for him without feeling embarrassed, in fact I felt nothing. He wanted a blowjob so I sank to my knees in front of him and took out his cock. My mind was in neutral.



He soon said he’d had enough of that and wanted to fuck me. He had me kneel in the chair while he fucked me from behind. He came quickly, kneading my breasts painfully, but I was in another world, not bothering about what was happening to my body.



As he left he said he had a message from Boris, I was to ring him straight away.



I did so eagerly. He asked how it had gone and what happened. When I told him he told me he was so proud of me. He then told me to make the bed and have a shower.



"Why?" I asked suddenly excited. "Are you coming over?"



"No Sarah, not tonight, but you have got another customer in half an hour"



"Oh" I said quietly



I fucked three men that night. The last one wanted my ass and when I said no I thought he was going to hit me. Instead he fucked me really hard and I couldn’t stop him putting a finger into my ass, when I tried to stop him he slapped my breast till I gave in.



After the last one left I phoned Boris again. He asked me if I had remembered the condoms?



"Yes I had"



And had I kept my ass for him



"Yes I had,” I said with my fingers crossed. Well I had tried my best!



I anxiously asked when I’d see him.



"At the weekend, I’m very proud of my darling Sarah"



On Friday I didn’t hear from him so went out for my night with the girls. Somehow though it wasn’t the same. I was too ashamed to tell them what I had been doing, and I didn’t dress up like I usually do, it would have felt like I was dressing for whoring. 



The sandwich shop is closed on Sunday so I was just lounging around when he appeared at the door, sweeping me into his arms and kissing me.



He again told me how well I’d done, and with a smile reminded me that I owed him his cut of the money. I fetched my purse and counted out what we had agreed. He kept telling me how proud he was of me, I smiled up into his face and wondered when he was going to kiss me again.



We were still in the living room when he bent me over the table, pulled down my jeans and took out his cock. It felt gorgeous in my pussy and made everything seem right.



Feeling him fucking me with his pants still on rubbing against my ass made me feel really dirty, but dirty in a nice way.



He put his hand round and onto my clit, which felt great. While he fucked me and rubbed me he asked me about my customers.



I told him the first guy sat in a chair while I knelt in front of him and blew him. He upset me a bit by telling me he wasn't surprised the guy had given up on my blowjob and instead decided to fuck me.



"Like I'm doing now," he asked.



"Yes. Like that, but naked," I said.



"Sarah, my little whore," he said, "did he make you cum?"



"No, I didn't cum... I didn't want to."



By now he was fucking me hard but still asked about number two. "The second guy... he...ooooh... he had me rub him all over... with oil," I was nearly cumming as I tried to tell him "He... just... wanted... a... hand job,"



"And the last guy?"



"He wanted my ass, but I said no," I said.



"Did you tell him you didn't like it?"



"Yes" I said starting to cum.



"But you do like it when it is my cock in your ass don't you?”



"Yes, yes...I love it. I love it when you fuck my assss"



I didn’t tell him how I couldn’t stop this guy forcing his finger into me. I didn’t know whether this counted or not but I wanted Boris to know that it was being kept all for him.



He slipped his cock out and rubbed it against my tight asshole. I tried to open myself but he was just teasing me.



He turned my round and pointed his throbbing cock at my face, masturbating himself with his hand. I put my hand down onto my pussy and masturbated too.



We came together with Boris shooting his semen all over my face.



After we had cleaned ourselves up he said he’d take me to lunch, after all, he grinned, "I’ve just got some money".



Over lunch he talked about my deep throat technique. I was upset when he told me he was disappointed that I wasn't able to take cock into my mouth and throat very well.



He said he wasn’t surprised that my first customer wanted a fuck instead. He told me that he expected better from me.



I felt the tears well up when he asked me if I didn't want to do better for him.



"Oh yes," I said. "I'll try to do better."



He told her that I wouldn't just try, that I would do better and that he would help me do better. Before we went into my flat he collected a carrier bag from his car. I was eager to see what it was but he told me it was for later.



He told me to undress and by now I could do this without embarrassment. He unzipped his trousers and took his cock out.



Without waiting to be told I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth.



He kept trying to push further in and I kept resisting him. He grabbed my head and pulled it down and forward. I gagged in surprise, pulling away coughing and spluttering.



He gently told me not to pull away, just relax, but when he pushed his cock in hard again I gagged and coughed again.



This time he wasn’t nice about it.



"That’s enough,” he shouted. "Stay there"



He fetched the carrier bag and took some lengths of cord out of it. I was really scared as he tied my arms behind me. Next he bent my legs back and tied them to my wrists. He moved a chair in front of the couch and lifted me onto it. I was helpless and with my head against the chair back I couldn’t move away from him.



He knelt on the couch and told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I was shaking. He fucked my mouth really hard. I was continually coughing and gagging and long strands of drool dripped from my mouth.



He pushed his cock right in until my face was against his stomach. I managed to swallow and allow it down my throat but I was gagging and desperately tried to pull away. Tears were streaming down my face.



He pulled out and asked me if I liked that.



"No", I said, my voice quivering and sounding strange.



"No? I thought you loved me and wanted to please me. Do you want me to just leave now and not come back?"



"Oh not, please don’t go" I begged.



"Then you had better tell me how much you want me to choke you with my cock."



I sniffled, I knew I looked awful, my face was a mess of saliva, tears and running mascara.



He grabbed a handful of hair and twisted, "Tell me..."



"Please"



"Please what? "



"Please choke me, please."



He shoved his cock back in and I gagged again making my throat spasm around his cock.



He stopped again and fished in the carrier bag. My eyes widened as he pulled out a riding crop.



Now each time I gagged he whacked me hard on my thighs. The first time he hit me the pain was so intense I almost bit his cock in shock.



I was soon exhausted and I guess I gave up. I just held my throat open and he fucked it cruelly.



"Do you see Sarah? When you relax and calm down it is easy." He continued to fuck my throat like I might my pussy, in and out very hard and fast. Soon he was on the brink and held my head against him.



My tongue was rolling out of my mouth and against his balls. I couldn’t help making a gurgling noise as he shot his semen into my throat. He watched me intently as I desperately kept swallowing with each spurt.



I felt in a daze as he untied me. My thighs were on fire. When he told me he was proud of me I felt I didn’t care. He carried me into bed like he would a child. He produced some cool cream that he gently rubbed onto my poor thighs. All the time he was telling me I was a good girl and he was proud of me, but it didn’t seem to mean anything.



His fingers, still covered in the cream, soon found their way to my pussy and he finger fucked me until I came. He fetched a hammer and a nail, the final contents of his bag, and I watched silently as he fixed a nail in the wall over the bed and hung the riding crop on it.



My final memory of the day was him holding me while I sobbed myself to sleep.



He was back next morning. He led me straight into the bedroom, took the riding crop off the wall and told me to take my blouse and bra off and knee down.

I was trembling as he held the riding crop against my breast, the threat was obvious. I took his cock out. He asked me if I thought I’d learnt anything last night.



"Yes Sir," I said.



I started sucking on his cock but not far enough in for him, he soon lost patience and pushed it down my throat. I felt my eyes bulging and I made a gurgling noise deep in my throat, but I managed not to struggle. I felt broken by him.



He told me I was a good girl and that if I did a good job, He'd have a surprise for me. I looked up at him, with my mouth impaled on his cock and I guess my eyes still bulged out. He pulled his cock out a little so I could breathe and then started thrusting in and out of my throat.



He took my hands and put them on his ass and balls and I started rubbing. I felt him stiffen and his cum began to flood my throat. I desperately swallowed as much as I could.



I choked a little, but not like before.



"Was I good?" I asked anxiously.



"Sarah, you were terrific, I didn’t need to use the crop" he said. I smiled up at him with my face drenched with cum.



After that he called in every few days to collect his money. If I was lucky we ended up in bed. He could still give me fantastic orgasms but he often tied me up and whipped me first with the riding crop, sometimes using it afterwards to bring me to a climax, or making me use it myself.



However much II hated that thing, and hated seeing it every day hanging over my bed I couldn't resist using it regularly to masturbate with.



It focussed my mind on Boris and the way he dominated me, which really made my juices flow. Before long the leather of the handle was stained with my juices.



Then came that dreadful day that I will never forget. For the first time he sent me two customers at once. It seemed to be going OK. I was on the floor with one fucking me from behind and the other about to cum in my mouth when I heard the front door open. Since I had given him a key I assumed it was Boris but it was Mr Luigi, with Maria, his wife close behind.



They were horror struck, as was I. Mr Luigi started shouting Maria started screaming. The man I was sucking hastily took his cock out of my mouth, spraying his semen all over me before the men grabbed their clothes and fled.



It couldn’t have been worse. Mr Luigi said he couldn’t believe it. I was like a daughter to them, how could I behave like that, and in their flat?



I felt absolutely wretched. Indeed Mr Luigi and his wife had taken me in when I first arrived in London, given me a job and a home, and their absolute friendship and support. Maria was in tears, so was I.



I still feel wretched about how I upset that lovely couple who thought of me as the daughter they never had.



It was awful being naked in front of them, with cum running down me. Mr Luigi told me to go and get cleaned up and put some clothes on, which I did gratefully.



He said I must leave at once. I begged and pleaded for a second chance. I swear if they had given it to me I would have stopped this double life instantly, but they were too shocked and disgusted by what they saw.



After lots of tears and recriminations they said that I could stay until the weekend, but then I must go.



Mr Luigi said that when he had a phone call telling him that a prostitute was using their flat they just didn’t believe it and had come rushing over because of concern for me. He never for one moment thought that I would be the prostitute. I felt so bitterly ashamed.



As soon as they left I phoned Boris. He didn’t seem as surprised as I expected but I thought no more of that then. He said he was nearby and would come straight over.



As soon as he was inside I grabbed him sobbing "You've turned me into a slut. What have you done to me?"



He smoothed my hair and hugged me like you would a child.



I cried for a long time while he held me.



He fetched a couple of beers from the fridge and finally I started calming down. We talked about mostly nothing with me only sniffling a little now and then.



I finally looked at him and said what was worrying me most "Those guys, they just left. Are you disappointed in me?"



He laughed and told me "No, I’m very proud of you Sarah, you handled a difficult situation. You did fine."



I smiled for the first time as he hugged me.



As we hugged, he started running his hands over my body. Next thing you know I was on my knees in front of him really deep throating him before sitting on his lap bouncing up and down on his cock.



He opened my blouse and was burying his face in my breasts, running his tongue around my nipples and sucking on them.



"Uh...uh... you've... made... me into.. uh... a ... slut," I said breathlessly.



"You are my little slut," he whispered in my ear. "My whore, do you hear me, you are my slut, my whore..."



That pushed me over the edge and I came, shuddering and shaking. He was soon shooting his cum into my eager pussy.



After getting cleaned up, he told me to get my things together, we were leaving. I started to cry again. "Where am I going to go?"



"Don’t worry about that he said, I have a friend with a room to spare, and he won’t mind you whoring there"



"Of course" he said "You’ll have to give me a bigger cut of your earnings to pay for the room, but that’s OK because you can take more customers now you are not working in the sandwich bar all day".



I honestly hadn’t worked out until now that I had lost my job as well as my home.



That night I cried myself to sleep in my new room. Looking back on it now I’m sure Boris set the whole thing up, to get me further into his control, and have me whoring full time.



The room turned out to be upstairs from a bar, one of several rooms all used by prostitutes. It belonged to a big coloured man called Eric who owned and controlled most of the girls. I remembered that Boris had told me to call my black latex dildo Eric. Could this be the Eric it was named after?



The bar was where Eric’s girls congregated to pick up customers. Eric told me I was welcome to use it, but if I picked up men in the bar I must pay him a commission as well as paying Boris. It meant there wasn’t much left for me.



Boris continued to find me customers, but he told me to go down to the bar when he couldn’t get anyone. He brought a photographer friend who took some gorgeous though very pornographic pictures of me, including ones with that black latex cock in my pussy. Boris told me I had to pay the photographer, but of course we came to an arrangement. Boris used the pictures on a web site. I guess that’s where a lot of my customers came from.



He would continue to visit me every few days, and I looked forward to his visits tremendously, they were the only things in my life. Sometimes he would treat me wonderfully, taking me out to restaurants before going back to my room where he would take total control of my body. He could bring me to crashing orgasms that left me a quivering wreck. But other times we would go straight up to the room where he would tie me up and whip me with the riding crop.



Of course this made my pussy wet and left me feeling so aroused that I desperately needed fucking afterwards.



After one such visit my breasts were criss crossed with weal’s that turned bright red then purple before gradually fading. They amused my customers, some of whom took it to mean that they could abuse my breasts, so I had a bad time until they faded.



I had one regular customer who would try to find me in the bar. He only ever chose me, if I weren’t there in the bar he would just leave. He told me his name was John and I believed him. I got used to his visits and really looked forward to them. He was the only punter who could make me cum, not the crashing orgasms that Boris gave me, but very nice all the same.



The day after Boris had marked my breasts so cruelly with the riding crop John came to see me.



When I undressed he was nearly in tears seeing the wheals on my breasts.



We cuddled and kissed, with him holding my bruised body very gently while I played with his cock. I’d already started letting him fuck me without a condom and today he was so gently and loving.



Afterwards we lay on the bed, with him behind me and his arm round me gently holding my breast. After a while I felt his cock stirring and rubbed my bottom against it, it felt lovely.



Without either of us really thinking about it I pressed my bottom against his erection and opened myself to him. When he realised what was happening he was embarrassed and made to pull away, but I told him to stay and fuck me like that.



It was a tremendous orgasm for both of us. He told me he had never done that before. He said it was wonderful, so tight and so hot.



We lay together kissing, and he told me he loved me. He stayed all night.



After that he came as often as he could. He usually starting in my mouth, then my pussy, but now careful to hold himself back so he could finish in my ass.



I really looked forward to his visits, and always let him stay all night, as long as I didn’t get a call from Boris sending me off somewhere.



I was devastated when John told he’d have to stop coming for a while. He said he’d been spending all his money on me and was getting behind with his rent. I was so upset I told him he could come anyway, he needn’t pay.



Of course I couldn’t tell Boris what I was doing, so I still had to pretend John was paying me and I had to give Boris his share. I guess it meant I was now paying for sex.



In other circumstance John was perhaps the man I was destined to meet. Ah well!



I spent a lot of time in the bar. The other girls congregated there between customers and were mostly friendly. They were a bit stand offish at first because I didn’t work for Eric but they soon accepted me, and didn’t seem to mind when I scored one of the punters. I never pushed it because I could keep so little of the money I made from a pick-up in Eric’s bar.



I did get involved in a nasty scene when a punter approached me while I was talking to another girl. She is a coloured girl called Mary, a bit aggressive and pushy but with a huge rack, which gets her noticed. I got up to go with the man but Mary obviously thought he had picked her. She began screaming at me. Eric had to intervene and told me to leave. He complained about me to Boris who agreed to punish me.



I’m sure Boris believed me when I told him what had happened, but he had agreed with Eric to punish me, so he said he had no choice. I was really frightened as I followed him to my room.



He had often used the crop on me but not as a punishment and I feared it would be dreadful.



He clicked his fingers and I undressed. I was trembling as I lay across his knee. He was using the crop with all his strength. He’d stop to give me a break, and at these times he’d rub the handle of the crop on my clit. He laughed at how wet I was getting and made me tell him what sort of girl gets wet from having her ass whipped.



Fortunately he couldn’t see my face because I must have been blushing red when I had to answer him. I muttered that I must be a slut.



"My whoring slut?" He asked



"Yes sir, I’m your whoring slut" I replied.



I lost track of how long the whipping was, but he told me he couldn’t stop until my arse was bright red, Eric had insisted on it.



I really couldn’t handle the pain, and I guess, as a distraction I started trying to hump my pussy against his leg. He told me if I didn’t stop that the next blow would be onto my clit. I lay still after that.



Eventually Boris was satisfied. I lay across his lap with tears streaming down my face, my mascara must have run and I must have looked a dreadful sight. I desperately needed to cum, if only as a distraction from the pain. Boris realised this and handing me the crop, telling me to use it on my pussy.



I was beyond shame as, still across his knees, and with tears still running, I began to frig myself with the crop handle. My tormentor became my lover as I worked myself into a desperately needed orgasm.



Boris turned me so he could stare into my eyes while I was doing this. I read the contempt on his face but even then I couldn’t stop until I had come.



He held my while I calmed myself, then he sent me into the bathroom to wash and repair my face. I then had to go down to the bar and show Eric my red bottom.



By this time the bar had got really busy and Eric was with a large group of friends who all wanted to see as I lifted my skirt. There were a lot of laughter and catcalls, which attracted the attention of everybody, so Eric said I had to show it to everybody.



My face was bright red as I walked all round the bar, turning my back on everyone and raising my skirt. I had never felt so humiliated and embarrassed before.



Mary looked delighted when I stood in front of her and raised my skirt. She made me stand there for ages so all her friends could all admire my red bottom. She decided she needed to feel how hot it was, then everybody else wanted to feel too. It was awful, I was beyond shame and embarrassment by the time Eric let me return to my room. Boris was gone and I was left to cry myself to sleep, all alone.



One of the white girls later told me not to get unto any argument with any of the coloured girls, as Eric will always take their side.



The next day Boris came into my room with Eric.



I hadn’t ever had sex with a black man, and didn’t want to. Eric was apparently excited by the sight of my "ass", as he called it, and wanted more. Boris said that as Eric was my landlord, I should allow him free visiting rights. And, he said, generously, I have agreed to share your ass with him.



I tried to stammer protest but Boris would hear nothing of it and put his finger across my lips to tell me to keep quiet. He clicked his fingers, a trick Eric greatly admired and I took my clothes off. It was a real ordeal stripping in front of Eric, and knowing I had to perform well to please Boris.



It was a marathon session and I hated every minute of it. Boris’ touch ignited me and Eric benefited from that. He thought it a great joke, how I froze every time he touched me, but offered myself totally to Boris.



Boris was getting annoyed and asked Eric to leave us for a moment. He went off into the bathroom and Boris gave me a real stern talking to.



He told me that the only reason he wasn’t taking the crop to my breasts is that he thought I had been punished enough recently. But he did take it down and put it along side me on the bed, saying unless I was really nice to Eric I would feel it on my breasts.



Eric had obviously been listening because he was grinning when he came back in. They both had me in all three holes, often both at the same time. While they fucked away my mind drifted and I was able to ignore it all while responding just enough to avoid a beating. I think that Boris was upset that they couldn’t make me cum, he had hoped to show me off to Eric as an insatiable slut.



That evening left me sore all over and covered in cum. Unfortunately that wasn’t the end of the matter.



A few days later Boris was back to collect his money. He asked my what was the problem with Eric. I told him I didn’t want to do, well, black men. I wasn’t against them I tried to explain, it’s just that I’ve never really known any, and they frighten me. I foolishly told him how I avoided black customers.



"Sarah," he said, "You'll tell me how much you love black cock and what a little white whore you are."



I shook my head, trying to say no and I felt myself go pale when Boris took down the riding crop.



In half an hour I was lying naked tied to the bed, my face soaked with tears and my breasts felt like two solid welts... they'd be black and blue in the morning. My thighs were criss crossed with red welts and my pussy was puffy and tender.



"Do you have something you want to tell me, Sarah," he demanded.



"I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry Sir," I blurted out.



"I'm sure you are, but what else do you want to tell me."



I had no choice. I said "Sir, I’m a little white slut."



"And?"



"And I love black cock."



Relations with Boris were getting very strained. He mostly only came when he wanted to collect his money, and as often as not ended up punishing me rather than making love to me. He still gave me an occasional fantastic orgasm, that kept me on a high for days, but they became few and far between. Even so it was truly awful when he finally abandoned me.



I was chatting to some off the girls in the bar when he appeared with Eric, and beckoned my to follow them upstairs.



I thought I was in for another session with them both, but we sat down, me on the bed and them in the chairs.



Eric asked Boris if he’s like a sandwich and beer and I was sent back down to the bar to fetch them.



When I got back Boris was holding what looked an enormous sum of money. I hadn’t any idea what was going on but didn’t dare ask.



Finally Boris asked me did I want to know why Eric had given him so much money.



"Yes" I said cautiously.



He told me it was for me.



"What do I going to have to do for it?"



They both laughed.



"Everything!" Boris said, "Sarah, Eric has bought you. He'll take care of you now and set you up with customers. All the thing I used to do."



As the words sunk in, I started to cry. Really cry. I knelt next to him and buried my head into his thigh.



"Please, please, don't do this," I cried. Boris asked Eric to give us a minute.



I looked up at him and said, "I love you and I know you love me, how can you sell me to Eric?"



"Sarah, I don't love you, how could I? You are a whore."



"But I'm YOUR whore!" I said loudly. "I only belong to you. I know you like the whore thing, but I did it for you I only did it for you."



He laughed. "Sarah... you did it for the money and because most of the time you enjoyed it."



I shook her head, crying so hard now that I could barely speak.



"I saved my ass for only you" I said sullenly.



"Now Sarah, we both know that’s not true don’t we?"



He got up and I collapsed to the floor. He called Eric back in, they shook hands and Boris left.



I don’t know how he knew that I had let John use my ass. Perhaps he didn’t, perhaps he was guessing. Several punters had taken my ass by force despite my saying no, but I thought really that didn’t count. And I doubt they would have told Boris about it.

Eric sat down and watched me weeping for a while, really choking sobs that racked my whole body. He said he’d come back later when I’d had time to calm down.



For some time I had begun to suspect that my affair with Boris was coming to an end. He was seeing me less and less, and didn’t seem to have the same enthusiasm for fucking me as he had had. I had already planned what do when it ended.



One of my Friday friends has a spare room and I knew she’d let me stay until I sorted myself out. I had saved enough from my earnings to find a flat and tide me over until I could get a job. I certainly wouldn’t carry on whoring, I hated it too much!



But now my future was laid out for me. A bleak future without my lover to look forward to, and being owned by a man I hated and feared.



In truth life didn’t change that much. Boris did come and see me a few times. The first time he appeared in the bar and came over to me I felt so much joy.



I rushed to meet him and hung round his neck, crying with happiness. I honestly thought he had come to take me away, but he told me he had come to fuck me, because his deal with Eric gave him the right.



I was really upset because he wore a condom. He treated me just like all my other customers. It was heartbreaking. Now he couldn’t reach me, I just lay there and allowed him to use me, bucking my hips and pretending to cum to encourage him to finish quickly, just like with all the others. I realised that any dream of rescue by Boris was only that, a dream.



I now only had to pay Eric’s commission for customers from the bar so I worked from there most of the time, only going elsewhere when Eric set me up with a customer.



I did one or two women who wandered into the bar. The women seemed to like me and they picked me a lot. I generally liked the women. They were generally gentler than the men, and usually didn’t hurt me. But again they couldn’t reach me. I let them do what they wanted, sucked, licked and fucked to order and took their money.



Eric visited me regularly. He mostly wanted my "ass" which he pounded with great enthusiasm and I had to pretend to love it and want more.



I got into another fight with Mary, again over a punter. This time it was really bad. Mary launched herself at me, and I fought back. Eric had to tear us apart. I appeared before Eric, feeling really frightened.



I was already in trouble because, I had cheated him over his share of an enormous tip I had been given. I now wonder if it was a set up to test me. Anyway I was already waiting to be punished for that, I was just praying it would be a fine and not a beating.



He kept me waiting all morning, wondering what my punishment would be before he called me in. He lectured me at length. He said he was fed up that one of his girls (me I guess) thought too much of herself and he was going to make sure I remembered what I was.



He grabbing me roughly by the arm and led me to his car. I was terrified as we drove off.



He stopped outside a tattoo parlour and bundled me in. He told me to undress and lay face down on the treatment table. He’d brought the riding crop and told me he would use it if I moved an inch.



The tattooist worked for ages on my lower back and when he had finished I was allowed to look in the mirror. There were beautifully formed letters on my back, and seeing it reversed in the mirror it took me a moment to work out what they said. But now I have the word "SLUT" on my lower back, visible whenever there is a gap between under my top.



I think that was when I realised I had to get away. Obviously Eric wouldn’t just let me leave, he’d paid too much for me to allow that to happen, but I began to plan. I kept most of the money I earned. Most of the girls frittered their money away or spent it on drugs or in the betting shop.



I had my chance when Eric told us that the next day we were all going to a big party to entertain some foreign visitors. That night I made sure I had a really wild night and next morning stayed in bed saying I was really ill. Eric eventually appeared in my room demanding I get up and ready for the party. He wouldn’t hear any excuses.



I appeared with the other girls in my party clothes but as we were getting into the minibus I told Eric I felt really ill and when he moved to throw me into the taxi I told him I was about to throw up.



Angrily he told me to f off to bed then, and he’d deal with me in the morning.



Anyway I was left behind on my own. I packed a few of my precious belongs into a rucksack. I debated for ages about taking my big vibrator but it was now my only lover so in the bag it went. I didn’t know what to do about that hated riding crop still hanging over my bed. Every time I looked at the thing I shuddered, but I also couldn’t forget how, despite myself it could aroused me so much. Lying in bed at night I would gaze at it in the light coming through the curtains and it would make my juices flow and I’d start to masturbate with it. So in the bag it went, I couldn’t bear to leave it behind.



I slipped out quietly, nobody saw me leave and I walked for ages before I hailed a cab to take me to Kings Cross station. I caught the overnight train and by early morning was back in the Yorkshire town where I was brought up.



I had not been a dutiful daughter but my parents welcomed me like the return of the prodigal daughter. They were thrilled to see me, as was I seeing them. They only have a small retirement flat with no spare room, but they let me sleep on the couch, telling me I could stay as long as I wanted to. I felt relaxed and free for the first time in ages.



I had money, quiet a lot of money and I soon managed to rent a flat, above a coffee bar, and yes, the owner of the coffee bar was pleased to offer me a job.



The riding crop is back over my bed. I really don’t understand why, it was I guess just so much of my life at the time. If I take it down and feel it I get horny and start masturbating with it. It has so much power over me, I will probably never be able to throw it away and it will be with me always.



Anita, the coffee bar owner and I have become good friends, very good friends. It wasn’t long before I realised she was watching me far more than was necessary.



Last weekend she asked me out to a pub for a meal. She sat along side me and put her hand on mine on the table, and when I turned my hand over to hold hers, she took it as a good sign.



Soon her hand was under the tablecloth and on my inner thigh, under my skirt. She slid it high enough that I could feel her cool fingers on the bare flesh above my stockings, tantalisingly close to my pussy.



I did open my legs slightly to encourage her but she seems determined to move at her own pace. She walked me home and I invited her in for coffee, but she said perhaps next time.



She did kiss me goodnight tenderly and that night it was Anita I thought about as I lay in bed and reached into the bedside drawer for my vibrator.



It’s nice to be wanted again, it’s nice to be being slowly seduced. I don’t know what the outcome will be with Anita, but whatever it is, I’m once again looking forward to the future.



If Anita ever makes it as far as my bedroom, I wonder what she will make of the riding crop hanging there? Lying in bed at night I think about that, and in my fantasies she uses it on me.



Oh, I have had a new tattoo on my back. It’s an elaborate design that totally incorporates and hides the horrid original one.









AUTHORS NOTE



This is based on a true story. The story of Staci. Sadly Staci’s story so far has a bitter sad ending. After she was sold to Eric she rebelled. She stopped looking after herself, so she began to look scruffy and she upset several of Eric’s clients by refusing some of their demands. And I believe she has started using drugs to help her through the days and nights.



Eric tried punishing her, including the “SLUT” tattoo on her back but she still couldn’t be trusted with his regular customers, and now Eric has her walking the streets and working a trucker’s stop. Apparently one of the truckers recently took a fancy to her and "took her away" to get her cleaned up. The problem is, she apparently just took his money, had a binge for 2 weeks on it, and wound up back at Eric's when she ran out of money.



I don't know how he punished her for running away.



The episode about John is purely from my imagination. Staci wouldn’t have dared defy Boris, and, until she was sold, truly had kept her ass for him. Of course it’s now used by anybody who cares to buy it.



If you read this Staci darling, do try and make my ending yours. You can get away!