Ayanna had been dressed in a little teenager’s cheerleader’s outfit and was left to please the overweight 55-year-old English viscount Reginald Pembroke and his two 18-year-old sons Henry and Edward. They had all fucked her and had all cum in her various fuck holes. Henry had filled the girl’s bowels, Edward down her throat and then the Viscount in her sopping wet little pussy.
Once she had been used by the three men, she had been walked in her little cheerleader’s outfit to a nearby very expensive gastro pub. She had to walk in public in the ridiculous teenager cheerleader outfit with spunk on her face and leaking out of her holes down her thighs. Then she was made to fuck and suck the cocks, albeit in a screened off private booth, in the pub but on view to the staff that came in to serve the party. Then she had been walked through the restaurant with her little skirt rucked up, so her pussy and ass were on show to all the dinners.
Once the group walked into the kitchen, The Viscount, asked for the chef. A very overweight white man in his early forties stepped forward.
The Viscount: “Excellent food, sir. I wish to show my appreciation of your first-rate cooking. I have this very fine looking slut here, mine for the day, and for your pleasure you may use one of her holes.”
For Ayanna, as ever, the humiliation of just being offered by one man to a complete stranger for them to use, however they wished, was total. It made her feel like a piece of meat, not a real person, just a whore, a sex-toy-slave-slut for these men to use. Throughout her life she had always been a very strong-minded independent person and now to her total shame, was offered as a set of holes, nothing more, for men’s pleasure. Total humiliation.
The Chef: “Sir, sorry to disappoint you, but I find this totally unacceptable. But, Sir, you are a very good customer of mine we should discuss this matter in my office.”
“OMG!” Thought Ayanna, “A man with principles who doesn’t agree with the abuse of a young woman. She felt great relief.”
The four men and one of the younger chef’s all stepped into the kitchen office and the chef closed the door.
The Chef: “I’m very sorry Viscount, I could not allow my staff to see such sexiest behaviour. We live in a new world.”
Ayanna thought maybe this man will help me, not even thinking how a complete stranger could help her out of her impossible situation, she was just desperate not to be abused and used on a daily basis even, if it did totally turn her on.
The Chef: “Come here, slut.”
Ayanna stepped over to the man who had stood up for her. He grabbed the hem of her little skintight crop top and yanked it up exposing both of her beautiful breasts.
“Arghhhh!” Ayanna gasped in total surprise.
The Chef grabbed one of her lovely full 34C breasts, squeezed it very tight and twisted it painfully.
“Arghhhh!” Now she cried out with the pain. He pulled a chair over and pushed her over the back of the chair ass up.
The Chef: “Son, stuff your fat cock in the whore’s mouth so she makes no more noise.”
The younger man, who Ayanna now realised was the main chef’s son, stepped forward, he had anticipated this, as his thick fat cock was already out of his trousers and semi hard. He grabbed Ayanna’s hair, lifting her head, as she cried out because he pulled her hair upwards, he stuffed his cock straight into her open mouth. She, of course, as she was now very well trained, started sucking and slurping around the big bellend now filling her little mouth.
Then she felt the Chef behind her and his hands spreading her lovely round ass cheeks, she heard him spit and felt the goo of his phlegm land on her puckered little ass hole.
The Chef: “I do like a tight little bum hole. I hope you men have not stretched her out too much already!”
The head of his big cock pressed against the entrance of her tight little anal chute and she tried to cry out as the man, using the lube of the other men’s spunk, pushed in entering her. But with the thick cock of the Chef’s son in her mouth her cries came out more as muffled moans.
The Chef felt Ayanna’s tight little sphincter trying to repel his thick cock and the pulsing stimulated the head of his cock, and he pushed forward slowly inching in and stretching the young woman’s tight little rear hole a little more with each hard push.
Henry: “Look at the slut take it.” Ayanna heard The Viscount’s son tell the group. It was very humiliating being taken by these two strangers, but even more humiliating with The Viscount and his two sons watching and cheering on her two abusers. Ayanna thought: “They’re using me, as ever, as a fuck-toy-slut-slave. I’m now, nothing more than a free whore for men to use my sex holes. My holes, that’s all they’re for: men’s pleasure!”
The Chef’s son had now worked his thick young 7. 5-inch cock to the back of Ayanna’s throat and was holding her head with her nose pressed up against his thick mop of sweaty pubic hair. Ayanna had the full odour of a man who’s been working hard in the kitchen all day, fill her nostrils on top of not being able to breathe.
At the same time the father was now pushing his thick cock further into Ayanna’s tight little abused ass. As he stretched out her little rear chute the Chef was giving her hard slaps on each lovely round ass cheek slowly turning them a dark purple.
The Chef: “Could one of you boys get me a spatula from the kitchen I want this slut to remember me every time she sits down for the next week.”
Henry: “Will do, sir, but not sure she will get much chance to sit, she’s expected to be on her knees most of the time.” All the men laughed as Henry went out into the kitchen to get the spatula.
“Urghh!” Ayanna moaned around the Chef’s son’s thick cock as the young man’s father pushed further into her tight little rear passage.
Henry came back and handed the Chef the wicked instrument and he straight away started slapping the girls beautiful round ass cheeks which quickly showed the bruising from the abuse.
The Chef: “If any of you guys have anything left in your balls, do you wanna make this nigger-slut airtight?”
Edward: “I definitely have, fucking rock hard right now.”
The Chef: “Lie down on the floor and the slut can straddle you.”
“OMG!” Though Ayanna, “she has no say in what they do to her, just talked about as a free use whore, even the most intimate matters of her body and how it’s used. She’s just their fuck toy.” For Ayanna this was just ever more humiliating as men, who only minutes ago she’d never met, got to use her mouth, pussy and arse for their own pleasure.
The Chef pulled his thick cock out of Ayanna’s little rear hole with a loud plop, the men all laughed. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up away from his son’s cock and pushed over to where Edward was now laying, having stripped his trouser and boxers, with his cock standing upright as a phallic flagpole.
Ayanna obediently straddled over his cock and lowered her very wet little pussy down onto his cock: “Arghhh,” she moaned at the sensation of having herself stretched by thick cock meat.
The Chef knelt behind her pushed her forward till her beautiful breasts were squashed down onto Edward’s shirt coverted chest. He lined his thick cock up with her stretched and slightly gaping little anal entrance and shoved in hard, balls deep.
“Arghhhhhh!” Ayanna cried out with the sudden deep penetration of her little rear chute.
The Chef: “Son, fill the slut’s noisy gob.”
The Chef’s son quickly moved in front of the girl, grabbing her by the hair again to lift her head, and shoved his cock in deep down her throat again.