You’re just a whore

“Gypsy, he’s looking for you again. Better get those shoes polished.”

The laughter that came from Dave irritated the shit out of the small blonde. Nodding her head as she walked by his desk, the form passed to her, she didn’t read it until after hitting the gym. The man, the one that consumed her wanted her again, or so she thought.

He was confusing for someone her age. At 18, he was 20 years her senior, and very wealthy Yet he was a little too complicated for her to understand.

“Gypsy,

I need you to meet me at a new place tonight. This is something different, but you’re going to enjoy it. In the envelope is 5 grand. Use 1 thousand to shop. You are to buy a pair of boots. Red of course. The heel 5 inches in height and they should stop at your thighs. The clothing will be a pair of jean shorts. You know, the daisy duke kind. The blouse should be skin tight, and no bra. I want those nipples rock hard and every guy looking when you walk in the room. They can look, but remember, I own your ass!

J”

Shivering, it was hot thinking about what was about to happen. With that outfit, where the hell could they be going? The envelope provided the rest of the details.

“A HORSE AUCTION!”

This was so not the usual for them. He usually took her to a hotel, she fucked him and was gone. Not tonight though. There must be something special happening. It was definitely out of the norm for this man. She always looked forward to their time together. Like he was the only one that she felt a connection to. Even though she was born a submissive, he brought out a new side of her through trust and coaxing. She was learning to love the more Dominate role that he allowed her to take at times.

Standing in the mirror, her lips accented in a blood-red, the boots laced, and her nipples rock hard. Gypsy was ready for this cowboy adventure. Never in their entire relationship had he showed her this side of him.

She was to meet him at the convention center, and the moment her little Mercedes pulled in, she cringed. There was honest to goodness cowboys here. Dressed in jeans, leather, boots, and driving trucks. Oh fuck, she was in achy breaky heart hell.

Pulling out the instructions, they said to go to will-call. Give her name, and someone would bring her to the Executive box. The look from people as she walked through the parking lot was disturbing. The Men whistled, the women smacked them, but she knew they all envied her courage. She was a hot piece of ass and the way those shorts rode up her tight slit, she hoped he wanted to fuck her tonight. It was rare they had physical sex. Most of the time it was a mind fuck.

“Miss Gypsy, your party is waiting for you. The attendant will show you to the room.”

His eyes were all over her tits. She knew he had fucked her 3 times in his mind and she hadn’t even walked away yet. How could he not? She was fucking hot as hell. Each step through the crowed building met with either shock or envy. Those boots were the deal-breaker though. No one could keep their eyes off of the tiny blonde in the stunning footwear. It was a huge burst of confidence for the teen. She might have looked like she was all put together, but in reality, she was a hot mess most of the time. Confidence was not her strong suit.

“Gypsy, you look stunning! I knew those boots would get attention.”

Smirking, her lips curled up as he watched the security video of her arrival. That brat. He did this to let the world see what he was paying for. She might have developed a little crush right then. He was so damn cocky. It was a turn on when a Man claimed what he owned, if only for the evening.

“Come over here! I want you to look and help me buy my future wife a gift.”

Those words stung. Why did they hurt? He wasn’t hers. She was a whore. A girl he purchased to make all his fantasies come true. Why did it hurt as he stabbed her in the heart? Her lip quivered as she stood in front of him, his hands on her hips. They watched till the moment he yanked her shorts down, grinding his clothed cock against her ass. What the fuck was he doing.

People were in the room with them. A man, his wife, and the attendant who brought her up there. Never once had he humiliated her like this. He was showing her body off to strangers and humiliated her. If all this was wrong, why through all the tears rushing down her face, was she soaking wet? Pulling his cock out, he was out to destroy her.

Gypsy did not doubt that this man hated her. The night would give proof to that.

A long drop of saliva pooled against her asshole, his cock smearing it around. How could these people sit there like nothing was happening? The only one that looked interested was the young attendant that brought her to the room. At the pinnacle moment, when the crowd cheered for a beautiful stud that was being brought in, her client forced himself into her ass with one fluid plunge. Screaming out in pain, her anal walls stretched to take his girth. Never in her life had a pain been as beautiful as that. Tears flowing down her cheeks. That cock was driven on causing as much damage as possible tonight. He was going to destroy her ass. Each brutal thrust into the tiny cavity was filled with vengeance and fury.

J placed his hand on the center of her back, his cock pulled to head before he gave her another slam deeper this time. Her ass would bleed by the time he was done with her. She was sure that there was already ripping around her tiny sphincter. Whatever set him off, he was using her as a sounding board for his damage.

“Bid on this one for me. My fiancé will approve!”

Speaking those words to his assistant, it hurt. The fuck was tormenting, but his words ripped her soul to shreds. Never fall for a man. They will ruin your heart. That was the advice her mentor gave her and at this moment, she knew it to be true. Thrust after thrust, she could feel him swell inside of her, knowing that he was close.

He would cum inside of her, well that’s what she thought. Pulled back, a snap of his fingers and this asshole forced her to her knees in front of him. Ultimate humiliate came next. Stroking his cock, the thick ropes of cum pelted her in the face. Painting those crimson lips white and soiling her pretty face.

“You’re a whore Gypsy. I have real women who respect themselves, but you’re, my whore. Go clean up and change. You will find a dress in the other room. Put it on and meet me back here in 30 minutes for dinner. I bought you for the night and I damn well plan on getting my money’s worth!”

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