Mr. Gibson goes on to explain that the reason all of the members are so wealthy is that we are essentially sold short term to members and basically whomever can afford the price set by Professor Harlow, in my case.
Fuck. My clit is throbbing at the potential benefits this situation could afford me.
Mr. Gibson speaks a while longer and tells us we will be participating in a grading and photographic session tonight.
The other sluts and I will walk a sort of runway in several different types of dress or undress. We will stop at the end, spread our legs, so our wet pussies can be photographed for our portfolios.
The portfolios will be available to members and select others for them to decide whether or not to purchase us.
We will each walk the runway in our current attire, evening wear of some sort, restrained in some way, and naked.
My soaking wet pussy thinking about being photographed is making me wetter.
The thought of being graded and photographed in all those ways makes me feel incredibly slutty and I love it.
We all complete the same slut walk. My pussy gets even wetter with each “outfit” and I swear it is dripping on the floor.
My evening wear was a conservative but sexy green dress.
My restraint display was a sort of rope bondage.
My arms were tied behind my back and wrapped around my titties enough to make them point way out. The rest of my body was tied with a serious of ropes and knots. I was told it was Japanese bondage.
When it was my turn to spread for this pussy picture; my legs were stretched wide by two members.
I am aching to he filled.
I hope I have behaved as expected and I get fucked hard.
My grade is given to Professor on a slip of paper prior to being announced.
He smiles at me and whispers I make him proud
Another member approaches and shakes hands with Professor Harlow.
“Miss Madison, please meet Mr. Jackson.”
“He was the member who offered the most money to be with you,” Professor informs me.
I bow my head to show respect for Mr. Jackson and the moment I raise my head, I am instantly thinking about his cock in me.
We sluts are led to change into what has been selected for us.
Wrapping the green silk robe around me, I actually start to feel my juices meet my thighs and start to run down.
Mr. Jackson was waiting for me and led me to the elevator.
Exiting the elevator he leads me to his awaiting car without speaking to me.
As we step in the back of his limousine he unties my robe and motions for me kneel as he lifts it from my shoulders.
Sliding his foot between my knees and spreading them he reaches into my pussy and feels how wet I am before sitting.
I wait until he motions me closer and sticks his fingers in my mouth. Greedily I suck myself from him.
“Take my cock out. Suck it until we get to the house.”
Scooting between his legs, I take his beautiful cock out of his pants, and lower my lips to it.
I envelope his head and gently suck the head like a lolly.
Licking and sucking this stranger’s prick makes me wonder if I could cum just from not even being touched.
Squeezing my cunt walls I lower my lips slowly down to the base and back up while I take his balls in my hand.
I just love sucking an older man’s cock. They don’t cum in 30 seconds and seem to be better at expressing what they like.
The positive feedback helps me make love to Mr. Jackson’s cock with my mouth until he abruptly lifts my head by my hair.
I must have looked worried because he told me I was doing just fine and that we have just arrived at his house.
The driver opens the door and Mr. Jackson leads me inside.
By this time my sloppy pussy is seeping down my legs in earnest.
I would have never imagined I would be a willfully owned whore but it almost feels like I was born to do it.
My greedy pussy is literally begging to be fucked at every possible moment.
We are barely in the door when Mr. Jackson bends me over a table to the left of the massive front door.
He doesn’t close the door and wastes no time sliding into my achingly empty cunt.
I can see his driver leaning against the car with his cock out, stroking it.
Mr. Jackson fucks me at a steady pace and before long I am biting my lip enough that I can taste blood; just trying not to cum.
“You have a nice and tight little pussy I am really looking forward to really using it. I’m going to use you really well before I send you back to Harlow”
He is thrusting in to me hard now and just when I think I am about to cum without permission he tells me to cum all over his cock.
Slamming into me and holding his cock there, my cunt squeezes tightly around him, and I cum repeatedly for what seems like minutes before he pulls out and I spray geyser-like all over the floor.
I hear the driver groan and as I turn my head I see him shoot gobs of cum all over the stone drive and I cum again.
“You really are a hot little slut,” Mr. Jackson says as he places his hand on the small of my back to hold me still.
Mr. Jackson forces his cock in me as far as it will go and sprays my insides with his hot cum.
I love the feeling of a man filling me up and I cum again; my spasming cunt squeezing every last drop of his cum out of him.
He smacks my ass and for some reason I thank him for fucking my greedy hole like the slut I am without even thinking.
Pulling out of me, he lifts me, and carries me to a bedroom down the hall.
Mr. Jackson lays me on the bed and tells me he will be in to wake me in the morning.
I drift off to sleep, feeling happy with my choice.
Morning comes quickly and I wake to Mr. Jackson at the foot of my bed.
“Shower and come down for breakfast. You may wear the robe in the bathroom”
He points to the bathroom and closes the door.
I warm the water in the enormous shower and look at the mess of dried co-mingled cum on my thighs.
The image of a total whore is standing before me and I like it.
Bathing quickly, I dry myself, grab a robe hanging on a hook next to the shower, and step into the hallway.
I nearly bump in to a woman carrying folded sheets.
Not knowing where to go, I follow the scent of coffee.
Mr. Jackson motions me to sit and hands me a coffee.
“Miss Madison, I believe you still need to inform your parents about withdrawing from school, correct?”
“Yes Mr. Jackson.”
Shit. I forgot about that. What will I say?
I get very little time to think about it as Mr. Jackson hands me a phone.
My stomach is in knots and I feel a bit nauseous.
Dialing the phone, I decide what I will say.
“Hi Mommy. How are you and Daddy?”
“He’s off golfing dear, of course. I have to go to choir practice in a few minutes. How are you?”
“I’m good Mommy. I called to tell you something.”
“Oh dear. That doesn’t sound good. You aren’t pregnant are you?!”
“No Mommy, nothing like that. It’s good news actually.”
“I was selected to be part of an International Missionary trip.”
“That’s wonderful dear! What will you be doing?”
Hadn’t thought of that yet.
“I’m going to train to become a servant. Uh, God’s servant.”
“I think I may be well suited for a life of servitude.”
“That’s wonderful dear. Your father will be so proud. Will this be for the summer Missy? “