A Slut is Born Chapter 2

“I still don’t believe you.” Jim said. “If you don’t really want to get fucked, why don’t you just leave?”

A reprieve!! I turned and headed for the stairs. “The front door is the other way bitch,” Jim said.

“I’m going to get my clothes,” I answered hotly.

“You’re wearing all the clothes a little slut needs” he replied.

“I can’t leave like this” I was becoming frantic.

He grinned evilly “Well, you aren’t leaving with these.” He held up the clothing I had worn to come over.

I turned to come back into the room, my head hung in shame. I stood in the middle of them all, looking at the floor, seeing my legs in the shimmering black nylon, the high heels on my feet, reminding me of what kind of position I was in.

“I want you all to fuck me.” I whispered.

“No, you little cunt, on your knees, and make us believe it.” Jim snapped.

I dropped slowly to my knees. My skirt spread around me on the floor. Looking up at them. I licked my lips and asked, “Please, would all of you fuck me? I want all of you. I want you all in my mouth and in my ass.”

“Why should we?” Jim asked

I knew what he wanted to hear. He just wanted to humiliate me more. I looked up at him “Because I’m a cock craving little sissy slut” My cheeks burning in shame.

“You’d better prove it then,” Jim said “Why don’t you crawl around liken a little whore and get all these cocks hard?”

I whimpered and got onto my hands and knees. I crawled over to Ben and reached up to unzip his jeans. His cock sprung out, semi erect as I reached up to grasp it. I got up on my knees and opened my mouth. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists and bunched them together in one hand. He held them firmly and grabbed my head with his other hand. He pulled my head forward and guided his cock into my mouth. It was shorter then Stan’s and not as thick as Jim’s. I knew I could take all of it without trouble as he forced it past my tongue and just barley hit the back of my throat.