1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 7: Dawn, The Glory Holes


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Male/Female, Males / Female, Prostitution, School, Threesome, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 44.4, Source: sexstories.com

    don't know how she learned about it—and thirty guys jerked off on me, covering me from head to foot in cum. Lillian, one of Mark and Mary's sluts, had been so jealous when she learned about the party. “I made three hundred dollars off that one,” Missy had declared a few days later. “I sold your video to a Japanese bukakke site.” And today I was going to service any boy who came into our high school's bathroom. There were three stalls and Damien had drilled a pair of glory holes into the middle stall. Any cock that shoved through either hole, I had to satisfy with my mouth or pussy. For the privilege of using my body, the boys would have to pay twenty dollars to get in. “Do I at least get a break?” I asked. “If you need to piss, there's a toilet in there. Just don't stop servicing their cocks,” Missy ordered. “What about lunch?” Missy laughed, “You're going to drink so much cum, you'll get all the protein you need for the day. Besides, we left a case of bottled water for you in there.” I couldn't think of any other objections. Missy knelt down and stroked my face. “You're going to have so much fun, and you know it.” “No I'm not,” I complained. “You always love it,” Missy smiled. “You've loved every mean, degrading thing I've done to you. I can smell your pussy. You're dripping wet, aren't you?” I nodded, flushing in shame. Why did I get off on being treated so badly? Missy kissed me and all my stress and fear melted away. I loved this petite girl with all my heart, even if ...
    she was only fond of me. I didn't care, I was lucky enough to serve her. She broke the kiss, stroked my face gently, and beamed at me. “Go in there and make me lots of money.” “Yes, Mistress.” I crawled into the stall. They left a cushion for me to kneel on and a case of bottled water. I sat on the cushion and heard the first period bell ring. My stomach boiled and I shook. I couldn't do this. I wanted to bolt, to run away, but that would make Missy unhappy. I couldn't make her unhappy with me. I was her slave. I had to obey. The door opened; sneakers squeaked as they crossed the linoleum. My first customer. One of the bodyguards was out front, collecting the money. Once again, I was whoring myself out, and this time the entire world could be watching. Missy was streaming this to one of those webcam sites where people could log in and pay to see my humiliation. They were probably hundreds of perverted guys jerking their cocks right now. The stall to my right opened. My heart beat faster. Jeans rustled and a zipper rasped. There was a nervous cough and a muttered voice, then a skinny, white cock stuck through the four inch diameter hole wrapped in duct tape. The dick waved in the air, half-hard, and I could only stare at it, frozen in fear. I couldn't do this. “You gonna suck my cock or what,” a petulant voice asked. “I paid good money for this! This better not be a prank. I'll kick Damien's ass.” My hand reached out and grasped his cock. The dick throbbed in my hand, expanding ...
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