Sex stories

Once everyone was downstairs in the “office,” I was on all fours, head down, completely naked, a rosebud in my ass.

My boss told me to raise my head.
“Look at them. These are your new bosses. I just sold you.”

One of the two guys threw a bag at me.
“Put this on. We’re leaving soon.”

In the bag, two things: an old grey tracksuit top and matching pants — except the back was cut open so my ass was on full display.

My ex-boss dropped some of the cash into a pouch with my ID, keys, and other stuff.

No goodbye. One of the guys grabbed me and dragged me out without a word from my old boss.

I had to walk across the neighborhood, ass exposed, rosebud flashing, before getting shoved into the back of a van.

The older one stayed with me. As soon as the van started rolling, he pulled out his dick and shoved it in my mouth.

Once I had it deep in my throat, he said:
“Listen up. Look at me. I’ll explain. Your ex contacted us weeks ago. He didn’t sell you to just anyone.

“Yeah, he sold you. But he knew what you are. He’s dying, fast. He wanted you to keep walking the path you’re already on.

“You’ve got the whole ride to decide: if you say NO, we’ll drop you at the next train station with clothes, your stuff, and your cash.

“If you say nothing — or if you say YES — then it’s official. No more weekend fucks with four or five guys. You’re going full pro.”

He looked me dead in the eyes.
“Now swallow.”

Three minutes later, he handed me a bottle of water. No , just water. I dozed off during the ride. Twice they woke me up to fuck me. I moaned, offered my hole, took it all.

When I finally woke up for real, all three of us were in the back of the van. There was food, sodas.

“We’re leaving in 30 minutes,” one of them said. “You’ve got that long to decide. After that, there’s no going back. Got it?”

Three sodas and thirty miles later, they came back in.

“So?”

My answer hit fast:
“YES. I want to be a bitch.”