He Put Me on Display in Public and Everyone Stared

It was my second-to-last day on the island and an unexpected problem changed everything. My owner had to go back to the mainland for work, so before leaving he left me in Marco’s care, a man he trusted who runs a nightclub and knows half the world. Over those days he had been renting me out to demanding clients, and I had obeyed every whim with a mixture of vertigo and desire I couldn’t quite understand.

I’m Mariela. Besides working as an escort, I’m the slave of a man who enjoys lending me out as if I were an object passed from hand to hand.

That night I had an important contract: a private display in front of guests, something I had been trained for that morning in the hotel room. We were on our way to the car when Marco’s phone rang. While he answered, in a foul mood, his companion took the chance to slide a hand up under my short skirt, not caring whether anyone on the sidewalk was watching. His fingers found my bare pussy, already soaking wet, and plunged into me at once, two of them all the way in, moving with the brutality of a man who knows the owner isn’t looking. I swallowed a moan, biting my lip as he fucked me with his hand right there on the sidewalk, and he smiled, feeling how my cunt clenched around his fingers. The night breeze brushed my bare skin and I could feel every hair on my body rise.

Marco hung up looking pissed off.

—The party’s been canceled. A client problem. This is costing me a fortune and I don’t have time to find something else.

He fell silent, thinking, while the two of us watched him, waiting for his decision. When he spoke again, he did it with a tilt of his chin in my direction.

—Bruno, since you like her so much, I’m loaning her to you until tomorrow at eight. I want her back in the room at that time, not a minute later. And take good care of her, she’s worth a lot of money.

Bruno couldn’t believe his luck. He was a huge guy, with big hands and a smile that promised a long night.

—It’ll be a pleasure, boss —he said—. Tomorrow at eight you’ll have her ready. Well fucked and with my cum in her mouth.

Marco walked off toward his car, still grumbling over the setback. My slit dampened just thinking about being handed over again as merchandise, with no one asking me anything, with my opinion counting for nothing. That feeling of not deciding, of being a body others divided up between them, turned me on more than anything else.

—I’m not wasting a second —Bruno told me as we headed back up to the hotel—. All night you’re mine and I’m going to use you up. I’m going to fuck you in every hole until you can’t even walk.

—I can’t wait —I answered, and it was true.

***

As soon as he shut the hotel room door, he made me strip. He asked for the collar and chain he kept in my bag, tightened them around my neck, and hooked the ring with a metallic click that rang out in the silence.

—From now on you obey me —he said, resting a hand on my head—. Repeat it.

—I obey you —I murmured, on my knees.

He tugged the chain gently, just enough to remind me who was in charge. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick, heavy cock, bigger than I’d imagined, already hard and dripping at the tip. He brought it to my face and rubbed it over my lips, over my cheeks, over my nose, staining me with the smell of sweaty man.

—Open your mouth, little whore. And don’t close it until I tell you.

I opened and he shoved it all the way in with one thrust. It rammed my throat, I gagged, tears sprang to my eyes, but he grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and started fucking my mouth with no mercy at all. His cock went in and out at a brutal pace, slamming against my palate, against my uvula, to the very back every time. My saliva ran down my chin and dripped onto my breasts. When I was on the verge of choking, he pulled out for a second to let me breathe and then drove it back into my throat all the way to the balls.

—That’s it, swallow it whole, that’s what you were trained for.

Then he laid me on my back at the edge of the bed, my head hanging back, and fucked my throat from above with my mouth wide open. I could see his balls swinging over my eyes with every thrust. I felt his cock bulge against the outside of my neck. When he felt like it, he pulled back, spread my legs, and licked my cunt from top to bottom with a broad tongue that lingered on my clit until I was shaking. He slid two fingers inside and curved them, searching for the exact spot that made my back arch, while he kept sucking on me like he wanted to devour me whole. I came in his face, biting the sheet so I wouldn’t scream, my legs closing around his head and my hips pushing him against his mouth.

Before I could recover, he lifted me up, put me on all fours on the mattress, and came at me from behind. His cock split my cunt open in one hard shove and tore a hoarse cry out of me. He started fucking me with a force that made the bed creak against the wall, holding my hips and slamming into me again and again. You could hear my soaked pussy sloshing, his balls smacking against my clit, my muffled moans against the pillow.

—What a tight cunt you’ve got, fuck. You’re going to milk my cock, little whore.

He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and pulled on the collar chain like I was a dog. He changed position without pulling out, turned me on my side, lifted one leg, and fucked me from every angle. When I couldn’t take any more, he forced me to turn around and kneel on the floor, pulled his cock out of my cunt, and jerked it twice over my face. A jet of thick semen landed on my forehead, another on my lips, another on my tits and the nipple piercing. He made me lick the tip clean to the last drop and swallow what had landed in my mouth without spitting out a thing.

What came after was intense and long, a surrender that left me trembling and with the marks of the carpet on my knees. When he was done, he left me lying on the bed while he caught his breath, absently toying with the little jewel hanging from my piercing, tugging on it with a delicacy that contrasted with everything else.

Then he picked up the phone again.

—Hugo, I’ve got a first-class girl here —he said, never taking his eyes off me—. Submissive, very well trained, sucks cock like few others and has an incredible pussy. I was thinking she could come by your place tonight. Brings in customers, you know. I’ll send you some photos.

He took several pictures of me on the bed, from the front and from behind, with my legs open and my red cunt still dripping his semen, while he described my virtues to the man on the other end in loving detail. He barely took a minute to reply. They agreed we’d go there.

—There’s nothing like being this pretty and this brazen to find work instantly —he told me, satisfied—. They’re already waiting for you.

Once again I was being passed from hand to hand like a package. On one hand, it turned me on; on the other, I wasn’t thrilled by the idea of a roadside place. I had always worked independently, choosing for myself. I tried to talk him out of it, more out of pride than conviction.

—Why do you want to send me somewhere like that when you could keep me with you all night?

—Exactly for that reason —he laughed—. Left to your own devices, you’d dry me out. Besides, I’m doing you a favor: you’ll be kept busy and I’ll make a few euros. Tomorrow we’ll have time for our own fun. Come on, get ready, every minute you waste costs me money. I’m giving you ten.

***

He picked out my clothes himself: a very short denim mini skirt with a wide belt and a fuchsia crop top that barely covered me. When I put it on, I shivered to see the garment was too short and left the lower part of my breasts exposed. Pulling the fabric down was pointless; it sprang back into place on its own, making even more obvious what it was supposed to hide.

—I look like I’m asking for it —I protested—. I’m going to get half the world staring at me.

—That’s the idea —he cut in—. You’re going somewhere people are going to look. And that makes you easier to access. You can wear this or wear nothing. Up to you.

The bastard had already sized me up. In that outfit, at the slightest slip everything showed. He put me in platform shoes with a sky-high heel so my hips would sway with every step, and a collar he left visible. Before we left, he stroked the skin of my cleavage until my nipples pressed against the fabric, pinched the one with the piercing, and twisted it until I moaned. Did he ever succeed.

Crossing the hotel reception in that outfit, I felt every stare sink into me. The desk clerks, already used to me, hid it worse than usual. Outside, the dawn breeze slid over my bare legs and I walked knowing that anyone who passed would turn their head. That certainty of being watched, of being unable to hide, tightened a hot knot in my stomach.

—Bruno, I’m hungry —I said—. I’ve been on a diet for days on the boss’s orders. Take me somewhere to eat, even if it’s quick.

—All right, little whore. You’ve been good. Besides, you’ve got a long night ahead of you.

***

We got into my rental car and he took the wheel. He used every bump in the road to avoid slowing down, amused by the way my breast kept slipping out from under the top. Soon we reached a fast-food place packed with people. As always, I walked in receiving looks that followed me from the door to the end of the counter line.

Behind me, two young guys lined up. It didn’t take long for me to notice they were filming me on their phone from under my skirt. They spoke in low voices, but I caught fragments, comments about what the camera was uncovering —the shaved pussy, the lips still swollen from the recent fucking, the dry semen stuck to my pubis—. And then, as if that gave them permission, I felt two hands settling on my ass under the fabric.

Seeing I didn’t pull away, they got bolder. One spread my cheeks with his thumbs and passed a finger through my cunt to the other, shoving it in to the knuckle. I didn’t want to make a scene in the middle of the restaurant, so I just moved my hips from side to side, a gesture that could be read as either rejection or invitation, but in truth only drove his fingers deeper into my pussy. The truth was I was getting worked up, and a sigh escaped me when the finger started in and out at a slow, filthy rhythm. Bruno watched out of the corner of his eye, unruffled, like someone observing a show he had staged himself.

That was what really did it for me: being abused in public, with my companion beside me watching without lifting a finger, while two strangers fucked me with their hands in the line at a restaurant. The one on the right slid his hand up to my breast, filled his palm beneath the top, and discovered the piercing I wear in my nipple. He started tugging at the ring with his thumb and forefinger, twisting it, while the other kept sliding his finger in and out of my soaking cunt.

—Fuck —he whispered to his buddy—. She’s even got a ring there. And her pussy’s dripping, feel it. What kind of girl is this?

—A submissive, for sure. Look at the collar. The big guy with her must be her owner. We should ask to borrow her and fuck her together.

With all the groping, my top had ridden up and now half my breast was showing. The sensible thing would have been to fix my clothes, but the turn-on won and I left it as it was. At a nearby table, two girls had noticed everything and were staring at me with twisted, outraged faces, scandalized that I was letting myself be touched without protesting. Those disapproving looks, far from embarrassing me, made me hotter. Knowing everyone in the room was watching me —some with lust, others with contempt— made me the absolute center of the night, and that was exactly what my body wanted.

When it was our turn, I moved forward, escaping from them to their annoyance and, I have to say, mine too. The finger came out of my cunt with a wet sound only I heard. When I came back with the tray and my arms outstretched, anyone seated could see how my breast was peeking out from under my shirt, and I could do nothing to cover myself. I put on a show everywhere I went, feeling the gazes stick to me like invisible hands.

We sat down, and after a while the two guys appeared at the next table so they wouldn’t lose sight of me. Bruno noticed right away.

—Those two want to keep the party going.

—What party? —I asked, playing dumb.

—You think I didn’t see them putting a finger in you all the way and you letting them? —he said, lowering his voice—. Now you’re going to give them something to look at while you eat. I want to see how far you’ll go. Spread your legs under the table and don’t close them.

I didn’t have to try very hard. I parted my knees and the skirt rode up to my waist, giving them a clear view of my naked cunt from their angle. When I rested my elbows on the table and leaned forward, the shirt rode up again and left my nipples uncovered. The two spectators started filming once more, and a moment later I noticed they were keeping one hand under the table, no longer bothering to hide what they were doing: they were jerking off while watching me. One of them pulled out his whole cock and showed it to me from the corner of his eye, thick and red, and started wanking without taking his eyes off me. I slowly licked one finger and pinched my nipple piercing through the top, looking him in the face. He came seconds later, teeth clenched, spilling everything into his hand under the table. His friend took barely a little longer. They looked at me with faces full of desire that turned me on even more, while Bruno quietly urged me on to keep giving them a performance.

I finished eating warm and satisfied in equal measure, my soaked cunt dripping onto the plastic seat. When we stood up, we passed them and I gave them a smile that left them dazzled.

***

We got back in the car and drove to a building whose neon lights gave away what it was. A shiver ran through me, a mix of fear and excitement. I had never worked in a place like that, and although it wasn’t what my category deserved, I would do my best to please Bruno. I felt strangely comfortable letting myself be led by him.

When I got out of the car, he held out his hand.

—Give me the chain.

—You want me to walk in like a dog? —I asked.

—I want everyone to see you belong to me. You don’t get to show off a girl like you every day.

It drove me wild that he presented me like that, branding me as his in front of strangers while at the same time valuing me above all the others. I let him hook the chain to the collar and we went in. The place was a long room with a bar running along it where several girls waited, some alone, others sweet-talking their clients. The light was dim, but as soon as I crossed the threshold, every head turned toward me, toward the woman coming in on a chain held by a huge man.

Bruno led me to a group of four men gathered at the back. As soon as we arrived, they stopped talking and focused all their attention on us. I felt every pair of eyes running over me from head to toe, calculating, wanting me, already imagining their cocks inside me.

What was going to happen that night?