my boss turned me into a filthy anal-loving whore | gangbang - degrading

I was standing there, staring at him, my mind racing. Fuck, what had I done? I should have known better than to accept this offer from Thompson, but desperation had clouded my judgment. He was rich, powerful, and I needed the money. So, here I was, agreeing to become his personal sex toy for the night.

As if reading my thoughts, Thompson smirked. "Don't worry, Tina," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You'll have a good time tonight. And you'll earn enough money to pay off your debts."

His words were cold, but they did give me some comfort. It wasn't just about the money anymore; it was about survival. I swallowed hard and nodded, trying to hide my fear.

The evening began with drinks and small talk, but soon enough, Thompson revealed his true intentions. "I'm hosting a little gathering later," he said casually. "Some friends of mine will be joining us. They'll be interested in... exploring your body as well."

My heart stopped. Exploring my body? More like violating me. But I couldn't let him see my panic. I took a deep breath and tried to sound confident. "Okay..."

Then came the real twist. "For each cock that enters your tight little pussy, you'll earn an extra $3,000. And if any of them dare to penetrate your ass, you'll get $5,000."

My mouth fell open in shock. Was he serious? I looked around, searching for signs of mockery or laughter, but found none. He was deadpan, completely unfazed by my horror.

Desperation kicked in, and I realized I didn't have a choice. If I wanted to survive, I had to do this. So, I reluctantly agreed.

And so the night began. Men started arriving, their eyes hungry as they undressed me with their gaze. I could feel their lust radiating towards me, and it made my skin crawl. But I knew I had to play along.

As I stood there, naked and vulnerable, I could feel their hands roaming freely across my body. Their touch was rough, disrespectful, yet I couldn't help but crave more. It was as though I had transformed into a different person, one who thrived on this kind of treatment.

One of them grabbed my breast, squeezing it roughly while twisting my nipple between his fingers. I gasped, the pain mingling with a strange sense of pleasure. Another man joined in, pinching my other nipple, pulling it harshly. I arched my back, submitting to their dominance, feeling my pussy grow wetter with each passing second.

They continued to explore my body, groping and probing as if I were a living doll. A finger slid between my lips, teasing my entrance before sliding deeper inside me. I moaned softly, loving the invasion of my most private place. Another hand cupped my ass cheek, squeezing it firmly while rubbing against my crack.

Their voices grew crude, talking openly about what they would do to me, how they planned to mark me as their own. My mind raced, but instead of revulsion, I felt excitement building within me. I wanted to be their plaything, their object of desire.

A cock appeared before me, long and thick, pulsating with need. Without hesitation, I wrapped my lips around it, savoring its taste as I sucked and licked. They watched, their breathing heavy, as I serviced their member, eager to please them.

Each touch, each caress, only fueled my growing hunger. I yearned for more, desperate to submit fully to their desires. I imagined myself spread wide, my body at their mercy, taking whatever they wished to give.

The men surrounding me were consumed by raw desire. Their eyes burned with lust as they stared at my naked form, salivating at the thought of claiming my pussy. They couldn't wait any longer; they needed to possess me, to bury themselves deep inside my wet heat.

I could feel their hands gripping my hips, holding me steady as they position themselves. One by one, they stepped forward, their erect cocks jutting toward me like weapons of conquest. I could almost hear their silent promise: We will claim you, and you will surrender to our pleasure.

The first thrust sent shivers down my spine. The force of it drove me onto my knees, my body arching involuntarily as I adjusted to the intrusion. I cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure echoing through the room. Despite the initial sting, I found myself wanting more, craving the sensation of being stretched wide open.

The men continued to push me around, their animalistic instincts taking over. They shoved me onto couches, tables, floors – anywhere they could mount me and plunge into my waiting pussy. I struggled to keep up, my body protesting the constant movement, but I knew I couldn't resist their advances.

Each cock that entered me brought a new wave of ecstasy. They fucked me mercilessly, their bodies slamming against mine with brutal force. I screamed, my voice hoarse from pleading and shouting, but I couldn't find it in me to ask them to slow down. Instead, I met each thrust with enthusiasm, matching their ferocity with my own hunger for their flesh.

I felt like a ragdoll, tossed from one man to another, my holes filled with cock after cock. The men seemed to feed off my submission, their urgency reaching fever pitch. They grunted, sweat pouring down their faces as they fought to hold back their orgasms, desperate to leave their mark on my body.

As I lay there, spent and battered, I realized something. No one had touched my ass yet. Amidst the chaos of the night, I had forgotten all about the potential bonus money. Suddenly, a fiery rage ignited within me. I was desperate, horny, and I needed that extra money.

I scrambled to my feet, my legs shaking from exhaustion. I raised my voice, screaming at the top of my lungs, "My pussy has been ruined, but my ass is still untouched," I yelled, my voice echoing throughout the room. "Anyone who wants to claim my tight little ass, anyone who wants to fuck me right in the ass, can line up now. Come on, don't be shy. This ass is ripe for the taking. I want you to fill me with your cock, to stretch me wider than I've ever been stretched before. Do it now, or miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime!"

The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. The men exchanged excited glances, their erections straining against their pants. They knew what I was offering, and they weren't going to pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

One by one, they approached me, their cocks swaying with anticipation. I could see the hunger in their eyes, the desperation to claim my forbidden hole. And I loved it. I craved their need, their hunger for my ass.

I reached back, spreading my cheeks apart, giving them a clear view of my pink, untouched ass. "Come on, gentlemen," I taunted, "don't be shy. Take what you want. Claim my ass as yours."

The first man stepped forward, his cock jutting towards my ass like a weapon of conquest. He pressed the head against my entrance, and without warning, he thrust forward. I gasped, feeling the intense pressure as he slowly forced his way inside me.

Another man joined in, pushing his cock against my already occupied ass. Together, they worked in tandem, stretching me further than I ever thought possible. I moaned loudly, my body trembling with pleasure and pain. I could feel my anal walls stretching around their intruding cocks, accepting them as they burrowed deeper into my bowels.

More men joined the fray, each one vying for a spot inside my ass. They grunted and groaned, their bodies slamming against mine as they fought for dominance. I could feel their cocks pounding against one another, their balls slapping against my thighs.

I screamed in delight, my body writhing beneath their relentless assault. I wanted them to fuck me harder, faster, deeper. I wanted to feel their cocks bursting inside me, filling my ass with their hot, sticky seed.

"Fuck me harder!" I shouted, my voice hoarse from the previous orgasms. "Fill my ass with your cum! Mark me as your bitch!"

The men responded to my pleas, their movements becoming wilder, more frantic. They slammed into me, their cocks pistoning in and out of my ass with reckless abandon. I could feel the pressure building, the impending release of their climaxes.

One by one, they exploded inside me, flooding my bowels with their cum. I reveled in their release, feeling their warm seed spill into my ass, mixing with the remnants of my own arousal.

As the last man pulled out, leaving my ass gaping and empty, I knew I had crossed a boundary. I had become a filthy slut, willing to sell my body and my ass for the sake of my selfish desires. And I loved it.

Standing in front of me, Thompson looked incredibly pleased with herself. Her eyes widened as she saw the state of her body, and she couldn't believe what she had just done. She had gone from being terrified and ashamed to enjoying every second of it. She felt powerful, dominant, and she enjoyed every single minute of it.

Thomson smiled at her, looking deeply satisfied. "Well, look at you. You've certainly exceeded my expectations. You managed to attract quite a crowd, and they all paid generously for the privilege of using your body."

Her ears flushed red at his statement. He was right, she had attracted a large group of men. They had all paid generously, and she had loved it. She had loved the way they used her, the way they treated her. She loved the feeling of being full, of being owned. She loved the fact that they were paying her for it.

"How much?" She asked curiously. She really wanted to know how much she had earned that night.

Thomson leaned closer and whispered in her ear, making sure that nobody else could hear. "If we round it up, you earned around $55,000 tonight. That's not bad for a night’s work, huh?”

Her jaw dropped open. Fifty Five thousand dollars?! She couldn't believe it. That was more than two years of salary from her job. She had earned that amount in just one night, and she had loved doing it.

“Can I… Can I do this again next weekend?”

Thomas looked surprised at her question. “Do what?”

“This… All of this.”

Tom paused for a moment, considering her request. “Why, yes. Why not? Next weekend, same bat time, same bat channel.”

She feels a rush of happiness flood her. She loves working for Thomas. She loves earning money. Most importantly, she loves having men using her. Using her, treating her like a cheap prostitute, like a piece of meat. She loved it.

She smiles widely at him, grateful that he allowed her to return the following week. "Thank you, sir."

He leers at her, clearly enjoying her gratitude. "No problem, Tina. See you next time.”

He leaves the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She had become a prostitute, a cheap, nasty, slut. She had sold her body for money, and she loved it. Not only that, she would be doing it again. She would allow more men to treat her like dirt, to use her like trash. And she would love it. Because she is a cheap, worthless, slut.

And she wouldn't change it for the world.