My first night out as a "defenseless" girl. [T] | 2016

I left him the key and didn't tell him where I'd be going. He knew I'd be totally "defenseless," and this drove him absolutely insane. I was perfectly passable (hot, even), lots of guys would obviously hit on me, and then what?

After a few "warm up" drinks and more arguing, I left, alone, to a nearby hotel bar. Despite his protests that this was too much, too fast. I was dressed like a total slut. Long, silky legs leading up to a tight skirt that hugged my big, round ass. You could just see the outline of my thong panties. Six inch high heels to accentuate my curves. A low cut, lacy top with areas along the side, back, and tummy that were sheer. It showed off my tight, perky cleavage. No bra--you could imagine the bright pink of my nipples as they pushed against the lace above them. Within an hour, I'd picked up three really dominant acting guys who kept grabbing my ass and trying to pull up my skirt. When I told them about my "secret," they hardly seemed to care. "It's caged up? And you don't have the key?"

"Yes it is, and no I don't."

"Perfect," one of them said, the others joining him in laughter.

I told myself they were perfect as I went back to a large VIP suite with them. As soon as we got into the room, they were stripping off my clothes, asking me filthy questions, and generally acting like they owned me. Perfect!

One of them grabbed my cell phone.

"What's the code?"

I told him, and he started to film everything.

"Can you cum from just being fucked?"

"Yes," I whimpered, as I felt my thong fall to my ankles after being yanked off the swell of my ass, revealing the milky curves of my wide hips. "Oh my god, I'm going to ride you so hard," the camera man said, tracing along the curves of my silky skin with the glare of the LED.

He filmed me being stripped down and spanked. He filmed me being led to the king-sized bed, my fat white ass jiggling for the camera as I waddled innocently forward. There were bright red marks on one cheek where they'd spanked me a few times.

"Get in the bed, slut," I heard one of them say. I felt my asshole pucker at his words, and I obediently crawled in, doggie style, showing them my tight slit as I arched my back at them.

"Holy fuck. I'm going to wreck you."

He filmed my pouty, quivering, bright red lips and deer-in-the-headlights bright blue eyes as I let them cuff me to the headboard. "Last chance to say no," I heard a voice say, over the loud clicking of the teeth in my handcuffs as they sealed around my bony wrists.

My caged cock was an impotent symbol of my submission. It was there to humiliate me, and to ironically remind me that I was the only woman in this room. They were going to ignore it, they said. After all, I looked like any other hot blonde bitch at the bar. I might not have a pussy, but they were going to enjoy my tight ass, my cute face, my dick sucking lips, and perky little tits.

It hung between my legs, bound tightly in its plastic cage, unable to muster much more than a semi-hard state with all of the adrenaline running through my veins. Who had the key? Who "owned" me? They didn't care. The buzzards circled overhead, knowing they'd established air superiority and were clear to dive bomb my completely defenseless ass. Who would be first?

That's when they started to text him one nasty pic after another. [See my post history!]

A few hours later, they shoved me out into the hallway with nothing but my skirt, which I'd hurriedly grabbed off the counter as I pleaded with them to let me shower and dress. I put it on in the hallway, my face bright red with humiliation, even though no one was there to see. Cum was draining down the inside of my thighs from my used slit. I felt myself start to cry as I tried to figure out how I'd get home, topless, no panties, no car keys, no phone, looking like sex. They threw my top, car keys, and phone out the door, laughing. They were obviously very drunk, as was I.

I put on the tight, thin top, which now had a tear in it. I scampered out the lobby door, barefoot, clutching the phone and my car keys. I found from my text history they'd sent lots of pictures (some they'd taken, and many that were private) to themselves. I found out they were only in town for the night. Would I ever hear from them again?

He made me sleep on the sofa that night, saying he was disgusted. He was angry about the filth they'd sent him, angry at how much I seemed to be enjoying it in the photos, angry I'd gone out and so foolishly given myself to three abusive assholes who didn't give a shit. I could feel this was the start of much more for me, though. Something about all of it was just amazing--I'd never cum so hard or so many times in my life.