Public Humiliation

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(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

Public Humiliation

Public Humiliation

Anna Beth Hamilton

I knew I should never have gotten involved with Alvin. I was engaged to a wonderful guy. Ray was good-looking, a competent and considerate lover; he was just starting a promising career as an electronics engineer with an MBA. Why did I decide to take a walk on the wild side?

One night I was having a girls' night out with some of my girlfriends. Alvin wasn't overpoweringly handsome, but he had a mellow voice that just seemed to turn me on. He was a good-looking guy with medium bronze skin. I think when I first heard his baritone voice, I was hooked. When we danced, he held me close. By the end of our first slow dance he was grasping my buttock with his hands, sucking my lips and tongue, and massaging my nipples by flexing his pecs.

By the end of our second slow dance, my panties were soaked. There was nothing to do for it. I followed him to his apartment. He went to work on me. I had no resistance. He fucked me for like thirty minutes and wiped me out. Even though I felt him ejaculate, he never became flaccid. By the time I had cleaned him up he was ready to go again and this time he lasted even longer. After another four or five big 'O's, he came again. It was almost like the first time. Maybe he started off a little more flaccid. By the time he had thoroughly reamed me out and cum the third time I realized he had been fucking me for close two hours. I was already feeling a little sore, and knew I had to clean up and go home since it was after eleven. That was a Wednesday night. Ray didn't seem to notice that I was a changed woman.

Friday night I went to Alvin's apartment. He greeted me, "Come on in, Annie! Some of my friends and I are playing cards. You are welcome to join us."

He and three other large black me were sitting at a small card table with four chairs. Alvin got me a beer and encouraged me to sit on his lap. They were playing some kind of poker game; I think it was Texas Hold 'em. Alvin asked me to sit in his lap. I did, gingerly holding my beer. As the game progressed, he massaged my girls. Then he stuck a hand under my dress and massaged my kitty, not ignoring my clitoris. I couldn't believe he was treating me this way with his poker pals watching. He called out his bets and occasionally looked at his cards, but mostly he left them face down, freeing up his hands to play with me.

After a few minutes of this and me constantly trying to control my arousal, I couldn't help myself and convulsively climaxed. The other guys hardly raised an eyebrow. Alvin's next step was to pull my panties down, leaving them hanging around my left ankle. Needless to say, he then began unabashedly finger fucking me to another body-shaking orgasm. He now rearranged his pants to let his cock out. I could feel its hardness against my buttocks. Oh no! He wouldn't! But he did.

He lifted my hips up and impaled me on his wonderful lady pleaser. It was embarrassing, humiliating, and very exciting to get hammered in front of these guys. I couldn't help myself; each stroke was taking me higher and higher and I came again, hard. As I was recovering from my third massive orgasm he unzipped my dress and pulled it down around my waist. He then pushed me forward enough to allow him to pull it over my butt. It pretty much slide down my legs leaving me attired in my demibra and nothing else. My dress and panties were somewhere under the table. He began banging me gain with a similar result to before and concluding with another massive orgasm. While I tried to recover he flipped his cards over, revealing the winning hand.

He pulled the pot to his side of the table before helping me turn around so that I was straddling him in a facing position with his cock still impaling me. He banged me to more climaxes until he filled me up with his baby juice. He asked me to stand up; then he asked me to face the guys.

He asked, "Who wants to fuck her now?"

All three of them wanted me, but he asked me to haul my ass over to Willie who was sitting across the table from him. I was tired, sweaty, and no longer horny, but I did as my main man told me. After all three of his friends had their way with me, Alvin took me into his bedroom. He got me off seven or eight times while he was having two orgasms. It was now around two a.m. and he sent me home to Ray, after getting Ray's contact information from me. He also extracted a promise from me that I would be back at his apartment at seven the next night, which was a Saturday.

Once I got started with Alvin, it was like a sickness, like an addiction. I didn't really like Alvin but I loved having his cock between my legs. He filled me up, even stretching me. It seemed like he was caressing my cervix, my G-spot, and my clit on every stroke. Once I started I couldn't stop. I did everything he asked. I gave him my ass even though it hurt a lot at first. Whenever he wanted me, I was his to do whatever he wanted. He took me into his bedroom and gave me a good reaming. Then he had me put my mid-calf coat on with nothing else. He then put a collar on me with a lead chain.

Ray

After Annie came in at two am Saturday morning, I had nothing to say to her. She had made her choice. She seemed moderately disappointed that I wanted to have nothing to do with her. Around one pm my cell rang with an unfamiliar number. Since it was the weekend I answered anyway. A baritone, clearly African voice informed me that I might want to be at the Kitty Cat Bar and Grill around seven pm. Around two Annie informed me that she was going out tonight and would be leaving a little before six.

I wasn't interested in where she would be spending her evening although I suspected she would also be at the Kitty Cat if I went. I already knew what my course of action would be. I would burn he bitch as quickly as possible after I met with my family law attorney Monday.

Even I was completely unprepared for what happened shortly after I arrived at the Kitty Cat.

I found a table near the wall opposite the long bar. A mixed bag of people crowded at the bar. More sat at some of the tables filling most of the remaining space up.

Suddenly, the attention of most of the crowd was turned toward the door, where a large black guy was leading a nude, shapely white woman on a chain. About a third of the way through the bar, the black guy stopped and announced, "If anybody wants to fuck this whore, the fee is one hundred dollars, condom included.

The woman had her head down, but when her first client approached, Franklin in hand, she raised her face. It was Annie. As near as I could figure out, Annie had met this guy only last Wednesday and in a few days turned my wife into a street whore. I noticed several other people taking pictures or video clips with their phones, and I joined in. I was astonished, but even more resolute that the only way forward was dissolution of our marriage.

Annie

Going into a bar naked other than for a collar was beyond anything I had done before. I didn't really want to do it, but Alvin was insistent. I don't know what I thought he was going to make me do, but I didn't expect him to announce my initiation into whoredom. My first client approached, Franklin in hand. He was already unbuckling his belt when he still a few steps away. Alvin handed me a condom, stating, "Here's your condom, whore! Now do your business!"

First, I took the proffered bill. He already had his red, hard, cock out, so I proceeded to roll the condom onto his waiting erect prick. I didn't know what to do next, but he did. He pushed me over one of the tables as the persons sitting there grabbed their drinks. He was not gentle as he rammed his cock home, and then in rhythm with his probing strokes of my pussy, he began mauling my boobs, including squeezing my nipples. I couldn't believe how much this was arousing, getting fucked in a bar with the patrons making wise cracks and other comments, and my john banging away. It was just so naughty and humiliating to be nude in a bar and having my brains fucked out as my pimp Alvin whored me out.

When I finished with the first guy there was a queue of five or six guys. It seemed like it didn't matter how many guys I fucked there was always five or six guys in the queue. After three guys did me on the table, the next guy moved me to a bar stool and fucked me facing him with my feet in the air. After the second bar stool fuck, a guy sat on a chair and had me fuck him while straddling him. The next guy also took me sitting on a chair but facing away instead of facing him. Then the bartender got a blanket and guys started fucking me doggie style on the blanket. After a while Alvin started taking the money from the guys and the guys stopped using condoms. Afterward Alvin told me that we hadn't brought enough condoms anyway.

After it was over Alvin and Jerry had to help me walk because I was so exhausted I could hardly stand. Ray stopped us. Ohmigod! How did he know to be here. That was when I learned that Ray had videoed the whole evening. He told the three of us, "I recorded the whole evening's exploits. I hope, Alvin, that you will find a place for Annie to stay. She's sure as hell not staying with me!"

I went home with Alvin because at least Jerry had a coat for me to wear home. I didn't know what to think. I didn't want to be prostituted, but I would prefer to stay with Alvin. I was concerned that I was nothing more to Alvin than a money maker. It took a lot of nerve, but I asked Alvin, "Am I more to you than being a whore?"

He seemed to be thinking. Was he going to slap me. Instead, he asked, "What's so bad about being a whore? You get plenty of fucking and you get paid for it."

I replied, "I would rather be with you than go to bars."

He explained, "Look, I like you, but I've got a business to run. Look, you like fucking. You can get well paid for doing what you like. I'll take care of you. I just won't be with you all the time. Not only that but I can get you some weekend gigs that will pay you real well. What do you think?"

I told him, "I don't know."

He continued, "Why don't you try it for a while? Look, I got a guy who wants a girl like you for this weekend. It'll be him and five of his friends. It'll be at a nice resort on a lake. They'll do some fishing and boating. You'll do some cooking and make sure everyone sleeps well at night. After expenses, you'll get five thousand dollars. You can keep the tips although I don't know that these guys are big tippers. You'll make some money; I'll make some money, and you should get some quality fucking. They've even got a hot tub."

I took the weekend gig. The guys weren't great lovers, but they kept me satisfied. They tipped me a handful of Benjamins, which turned out to be twelve hundred dollars. I put all the money in my savings account. I figured I could make a lot of money fast working for Alvin. I could do it for a few years and then if I wanted to settle down, I could review my options.

Ray

I could never understand Annie. I thought she was wonderful and that we had everything we would ever want. She got involved with that Alvin guy and that was the end of everything between us. On my second time around I found an attractive woman that was intelligent and knew that she wanted to spend the next twenty years of her life raising our children. I never looked back.