Miss Locke sells you to the man for a night.

Once the man finishes cumming down your throat, he withdraws his semi-erect penis slowly, still looking at you lustfully despite his recent orgasm.

You're still in shock as he deliberately wipes his dick on your face, then puts it back into his pants.

"You've still got some time"

Miss Locke calls over, but the man turns towards her and takes out more money, proffering it to her.

"How much for a night?"

Miss Locke's smile makes your heart sink, and soon the two are haggling over a price, the man's sweaty face gleaming with excited as he finally hands over a wad of cash.

Miss Locke approaches you first, leaning down to speak to you from close up. "You're going to be spending the night at Mr. Green's."

When she sees your horrified look and evident intent to protest, she puts a finger over your lips and tells you with a rather sadistic smile. "You're my property. My slut. You'll do as you're told."

She leans in closer and speaks directly next to your ear, her voice filled with a savage amusement at your situation. "And right now, I'm telling you to follow that fat old man home and let him fuck your ass until he passes out."

You recoil slightly, but Miss Locke continues to speak. "And you better make sure he enjoys it. One word of complaint and you can forget about being my slut."

Despite the terrifying prospect of being sold to some sweaty fat man for a night, Miss Locke's threat to abandon you still hits home, making you determined not to mess up.

Miss Locke seems satisfied, because she rises and waves goodbye, her voice calling back with an amused "have fun!"

Mr Green finally approaches you, staring at you with undisguised lust. After a moment of silence, he snaps "follow me, whore", grabs a handful of your hair, and heads for the parking lot, giving you little choice but to trail naked and stooping behind him.

You try to ignore the stares as you're dragged by crowds of people wearing nothing but a single sentence in ink, and luckily the man soon reaches his car, tossing you into the back seat and climbing into the front himself.

The ride to his house is short and mercifully silent, but soon you're straggling along behind him as he enters his house, and you realize you don't have any way of backing out now. Panic surges in you, but you know Miss Locke will hear about it if you try to run.

Mr Green leads you upstairs, then points to an unmade bed. "Get on the bed, slut!" His voice trembles slightly with lust and you realize the bed smells of sweaty fat man as you climb onto it, face down and ass in the air.

The man strips himself as well now, and you hear him take out a jar of something, then feel him rub some lube onto your ass, not seeming to care about applying it evenly.

Finally he climbs up onto the bed behind you, his sweaty and fat belly pressing onto your back as he mounts you from behind and presses his cock-head to the entrance of your ass.

Once he's got himself into position Mr Green rams his cock inside you, making you cry out. His breathing gets heavier as he rubs his body against yours from behind, grinding his short fat cock around inside you.

"Yess! Scream, whore!" His short brutal thrusts do a good job of making you scream and yell, and his body pressing down on yours along with his hands gripping your arms making it impossible for you to wriggle away.

Eventually your noises grow quieter while the man's grunts grow louder and louder, his fat body smacking against yours from behind every time he thrusts his cock into you.

After what feels like an eternity, he cums inside you, but to your dismay, he simply shoves you flat on the bed and rests on top of you, his flaccid cock remaining in your ass while he rests.

This pattern continues throughout the night, neither the hard fucking nor the rest periods with the fat man's weight on top of you making for a good chance to sleep.

To your embarrassment, the sensation of a cock hitting your prostate is increasingly satisfying...you realize there's even a wet, sticky spot on the bed underneath you.

As dawn comes around, you let out a sigh of relief. Your ass is sore, you didn't get any sleep, and your pride and dignity have been shattered forever, but you made it.

You leave the man's house with a blanket for clothing, and make your way home. You see Miss Locke waiting next to her car outside your house, and you're pulled inside to see her smiling at you radiantly.

"Well done, slut. Here's your reward." Miss Locke pulls you in and kisses you on the lips passionately, making you nearly forget your ordeal for a few seconds.

Miss Locke is still smiling at you, obviously pleased, but you can't help but grow more and more nervous.

Your instincts are proven correct when she hands you a piece of paper and says "I've already got you penciled in with several fine gentlemen for the rest of this week.

Don't let me down, slut."

Kissing you on the cheek, she pushes you out of her car, leaving you out on the street with a schedule in your hands contacting times and addresses over the next week...looks like you'll be busy.