"I guess I'm a free slut, not a cheap slut," I said into the hole.

I heard him moan before he said, "Well, I will go get you something to wear, and be back in a moment, then we can go back to my place. My boy's visiting, so he might want a go as well."

I bit my lip as I shuddered in expectation, "I guess the more the merrier."

He laughed, "Now no sucking or fucking anything while I go get you some clothes, I want to be out of here soon, and balls deep in you."

I heard him open the door and suddenly felt completely alone. I sat there in the room listening to the audio of the porno, a young woman getting gang banged for several minutes.

After a while I heard a knock at my door, "It's Emanuelle." I opened the door and he stepped into the room. He was an older man, maybe late forties, so twice my age, he still seemed to be fit. "Unsurprisingly they didn't have much, so I bought you two things, You want to wear the maid's outfit out of here or the see-through babydoll? You'll wear both before the weekend is over, and you can keep them. I had to guess your cup size but bought a size down from what I thought you would be, your tits should really pop."

I shrugged, "Well, I'm your fertile fuck hole for the weekend, so I guess you pick," I told him, squeezing my legs together.

He handed over the see-through babydoll. It was just lace, wouldn't hide my tit's at all and only went down to my hips. If I walked too quick or bent over at all I would be completely exposed. It fastened at the front with a series of metal hook and eyes. I took it from him and slid it over my head, as I went to clip it he said, "Let me."

Emanuelle leant down and sucked on one of my pierced nipples, biting it gently. I grabbed the back of his head and moaned as he took his pleasure on my tit. After several minutes he stood up and started fastening the top. Helping position my tits to make them bulge out the top of the dress. "You know, it will be a real shame when your pregnant to remove those piercings, but when your tits swell, you're going to have to take 'em out." he told me.

Once I was 'dressed', he slung the maid's outfit over his shoulder and opened the door, letting me go out first like a gentleman. "I hope you are going to enjoy yourself, I know I will, and by the end of the weekend you are going to be hooked on black cock, so any time you need a refill you just let me know."

I stepped out into the hallway where a small number of men looked at me, as Emanuelle joined me he turned to them and said in a very authoritarian voice, "Mind your own business, this here is my slut." It gave me a little thrill to be treated like nothing more than a tool for his pleasure but didn't stop anyone from looking. "You know, I might need to call my friend round to tattoo you with a queen of spades, he might need payment, but I'm sure you can throat him for it." My feet almost failed me, my legs going weak out from under me. Without so much as a pause he scooped me up and slung me over my shoulder, it seemed like no effort for him and I realised he was very strong.

As he continued out of the store, my arse and cunt were on display to everyone. I saw the attendant behind the counter give him a thumbs up and other men making lewd gestures, grabbing their crotch etc. Soon, we were outside and the cool night air hit my dripping cunt. "What's your boy's number, I will let him know you will be coming back a black cock slut?"