This story is a work of pure fantasy. It is not meant to be realistic or true to life.

Charlie had been involved with Whyatt for a few years. They were pretty happy together and had an amazing sex life. He was her lover and Dom. She loved catering to him and being used by him in the bedroom. She had one fantasy though that they had talked about but up until recently was too afraid to pursue. She basically wanted to be fucked, used and abused by as many strangers as efficient. Charlie and Whyatt had finally figured out the details. Tonight was the night.

Charlie was dressed in her sluttiest outfit. She wore a black short ruffled skirt, see-through red mesh shirt with black thigh high fishnet stockings and red high heels. Her black hair was put up into twin braids with red ribbon bows at the end. She wore a harness under the shirt that lifted and and squeezed her ample breasts pushing her nipples aggressively forward into the mesh fabric of her shirt. She wore a red lace thong over her bare shaved pussy. They were already damp with her arousal at tonight’s prospects. She wore no makeup except mascara and a dark red lipstick.

“You ready?” Whyatt asked.

“As I’ll ever be!” Charlie replied with a nervous grin.

They got into Whyatt’s RV and pulled out onto the freeway. They drove out to one of the more remote truck stops along the 5. Charlie finished drinking the water Whyatt gave her, knowing she needed the hydration for what was to come. She was hornier than she’d ever been in her life and already felt like she might explode if she didn’t cum soon! They had the rules and contracts ready. She had her safe word, or ball if she was gagged, she could use it at any time.

Whyatt stopped to look at her. Raised an eyebrow and waited. She could change her mind. They could go back home. He wouldn’t question it or be disappointed in her.

Charlie dropped to her knees and lifted her chin for him to place his collar around her throat. This completed the ritual of putting herself in his hands.

“Good girl,” he whispered, and stepped out of the RV. It was time to go fishing. He knew once he hooked a one or two, word would spread. They’d come to him. Nothing they were doing was illegal. They weren’t exchanging sex for money. She’d be fucking them in the RV and they’d limit their stay to less than 8 hours. Whyatt still felt a bit nervous, but overriding that was the raging hard-on he had from thinking about tonight. He’d be on hand, watching her fuck strangers for him, recording when they had permission. He’d watch her bend to their wills and in so doing, bend to him in ultimate obedience. The wondered almost made him turn around and go fuck her himself!

Charlie kneeled on the cold hard floor, trembling in anticipation while she waited, her chest heaving with each shaky breath. It felt like an eternity. What if Whyatt couldn’t discover anyone who wanted to play their game? She wasn’t conventionally attractive, she knew. Whyatt adored her curves, but she was painfully aware that some men placed all attraction on thinness. Would they want what was offered to them?

Whyatt had talked to an acquaintance who made a living as a trucker about their idea. He had enough information to know how to approach this. He knew the men would be willing when they knew it wouldn’t cost them anything. He just had to break the ice. He went up near the restroom, lit a joint, and waited.

Charlie’s knees and back were aching and she was cold. The novelty had started to wear off and she considered seeing if she could cancel this still. She bit her lip and wondered about it. Then she heard voices outside the RV, one of them was Whyatt’s. The other… belonged to a stranger. Anticipation zinged through her again and her pussy dripped anew. She adjusted her position slightly to be fully compliant with Master’s expectations. Her back was slightly arched, pushing her breasts forward. Her knees were aside as wide as they would go and she sat back on her feet. Her hands rested on her knees, palm up in surrender and her eyes rested on the floor between her knees. She heard the door open and the RV lurched once and then twice as the two men stepped up. She could feel their appraisal as the men studied her in silence. She waited, breath coming quick and shallow.

“Look at me,” Master’s voice commanded. I obeyed without hesitation. I looked at him and resisted the urge to study the man he’d brought with him.

“So, what do you think? Are you interested in our proposition?”

“I’m… not sure. It sounds too good to be true and, no offense, but how do I know she actually wants to do this? That she’s not being trafficked or something?”

“Talk to her yourself. I can even step out if you want. If you feel she’s been coerced or forced here’s a phone and my information. Call the police.” With that he left.

The man stood staring at me. “Please look at me.” I did as I was asked and finally got a good look at the man. Tall, hard, concerned, and very turned on. I smiled at him. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Angel,” I answered with a sweet smile.

“Angel, please stand up and sit at the table. I’d like to talk to you for a minute.” I did as he asked. “Are you okay?” He inquired.” Are you being held against your will? Do you need help?”

“No,” I reassured him. “I want this. Need this! I love being fucked and I want this experience of sex with a stranger or strangers.” I nodded towards the door, “He is helping me fulfill a deep fantasy. I can stop it at any time with nothing more than a word. You can help by agreeing to be a part of my fantasy within the boundaries established in the paper you hold.”

He looked down at the paper, reading it over. I glanced at his belt line and saw the bulge in his pants twitch and grow.

“I promise you, I was very involved in drafting that. Everything within it has my full support and cooperation.” He looked at me and I raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously, “Is there anything that interests you?”

He swallowed, walked to the door and looked back at me. Nodded to himself and opened the door and called Master back inside. “I agree to participate and to your terms. Do I sign here?” He asked, pointing to the paper.

“Yes please, and if you’re willing to be filmed but have your face cut or edited out sign here as well. Initial there if you’d like a copy and indicate edited or unedited.”

“And she’s signing?” The man asked, looking at me?

“Slut, come here!” I got up and walked over. “Sign your agreement to the terms if you consent to this encounter.” I signed eagerly.

Master went back to the bedroom to set up the cameras then came back into the room. “She’s all yours,” he said languidly winking at him. “I’ll be out here keeping an eye on things. Stick to the limits and have fun!”

I took him by the hand and led him back to the bedroom. He looked around. The bed had cuffs affixed to the top and bottom at the corners and the center. There were toys affixed to the wall and on the shelves of the headboard and in the drawers that were tantalizingly open. I grabbed a leash, clipped it to my collar and handed the end to him. I then sank to my knees and looked up at him. “What do you want me to do, Sir?”

He swallowed hard again and sat on the bed and just stared at me across the small space. “Crawl to me,” he said quietly. “Crawl to me slowly.” I leaned forward onto all fours and crawled across the space to him. “Up, onto the bed,” he instructed. I crawled up. “Lay on your back, hands over your head.” He cuffed my hands above my head in the center of the headboard and my feet to the corners. Then he went and looked through the toys. He selected a crop, a vibrator and a butt plug. He came back and ran his hands down my body lightly from neck to feet, circling back up towards my head, pausing to dip a finger into my sopping pussy. He brought the finger to my lips and pushed it in. “Suck it,” he commanded and I did, eagerly.

He then started caressing back down my body, this time pausing to knead and rub my breasts through the mesh top. He pinched the nipples and pulled both of them hard, eliciting a moan from me. Then he began twisting them roughly through the thin fabric until I let out a whine. He let go of both nipples letting my breasts fall at the same time. He pulled up the shirt and began caressing and squeezing my breasts some more. Suddenly he slapped the left one and then the right. He began slapping them intermittently between pinches and rubs until I was panting with arousal. He got up and grabbed a blindfold and slipped it around my head, cutting off my sight.

Then he got up and grabbed something else. I strained to hear anything that would give me a clue! He was back shortly, and began playing with my nipples in earnest! He sucked, licked and bit them. He pulled and stretched them until I was moaning and begging to cum. Suddenly a white hot pain seared through my right nipple! I nearly screamed! Before I had recovered the same pain shot through the left nipple! He pulled on both nipples, squeezing the clamps, making them grip the tender flesh even harder, the pain intensifying while I moaned and writhed. He unhooked my feet and slipped my thong off. My pussy throbbed with longing. Maybe this was it, he’d fuck me and make me cum! Instead he forced my panties into my mouth, muffling my cries. I heard tape rip and he put tape over my mouth, sealing my drenched panties in my mouth. He placed my red ball in my right hand as the contract laid out if I was unable to speak.

He then buckled my ankles in again and started squeezing and slapping my breasts with the clamps on. Each movement drew another moan of mixed agony and ecstasy from me around my makeshift gag. Suddenly he stopped and I lay there, my pussy throbbing. Suddenly*thwack* the crop came down on my left breast and then *thwack* on my right breast. He began raining blows all over my breasts including directly on my clamped nipples. Tears began escaping my eyes as I moaned and begged around my gag. I begged for him to stop. I begged for him to do it harder. Mostly, I begged him to let me cum! The ball stayed in my clenched hand. There was a chain attached to the clamps and he pulled on it, stretching my nipples and intensifying the pain and arousal.

Suddenly he dropped the chain and gave my breasts one last hard slap right over top of each clamped nipple. He unbuckled my ankles again. “Turn over,” he commanded. I struggled to turn over with my wrists still bound over my head. Each movement brought fresh agony to my poor abused tits. Finally laying on my stomach, my breasts and nipples were on fire and I screamed around my gag as my weight pulled on my throbbing nipples. I felt him fasten something cold and hard across my back. “Get your ass in the air!” he barked and slapped my ass. I struggled to do as he commanded. The position forced me to arch my back horribly, putting my ass high in the air while leaving my breasts mashed to the bed beneath me, every movement pulling on the clamps, producing a fresh wave of agony. Fresh tears coursed down my cheeks as my pussy dripped with arousal. Suddenly I feel something cold and wet on my anus and then it was being shoved into my ass. I grunt as one of my largest butt plugs is shoved home. Master doesn’t usually begin with this one. He works his way up to it but, this isn’t my master. It’s a tight fit but he eventually worked it in.

Once it was in he slid his hand down to my throbbing pussy and pressed his palm into it and rubbed it slowly in circles. I moaned deep in my throat and pushed back against his warm palm as my entire pussy throbbed against his hand. I heard him chuckle. “My my Angel, you are a little slut aren’t you. You’ve became so wet while a complete stranger abused you. You like this don’t you? You like being hurt, and played with?” I nodded my head and tried to say yes around my gag. “You’re a good fucktoy aren’t you, Angel? Do you want to cum Angel?” I nodded more vigorously against the pillows. “Too bad!” He said cheerfully and took his hand away from my cunt. It felt open and empty. I cried out against my makeshift gag. “Pweaasse, pwease wet e um!” I squealed around it. He just laughed darkly. “All in good time.” Suddenly*crack* his hand slapped my ass. *Crack! Crack!* He spanked me with his hand for a bit and then stopped. Next I felt the crop come down across my buttocks several times in quick succession. I tried to move away from it but I couldn’t, I was trapped as the crop left stinging fire across my buttocks. Finally I felt something press directly against my clit, “Cum for me bitch!” He growled out and turned the vibrator to its highest setting. I squealed as I began to cum. My pussy gushed as I came over and over. When he finally stopped I was shaking. I heard his buckle and zipper and then he was behind me, pulling out the plug. I hear him open a condom and after putting it on he slammed into my ass, balls deep, in one stroke. He fucked my ass roughly, and slapped my ass while stroked in and out of my tight ass. I came again, hard, screaming around my gag. That sent him over the edge and I felt him spasm inside of me. His ejaculation lasted for quite some time before he collapsed on top of me, sweating and breathing hard. “Fuck!” He exclaimed.

When he finally got up he smacked my ass cheek one more time, peeled off the condom and dropped it in the trash can by the bed. “Thanks for the ass Angel, see ya round” he chuckled as he tucked himself back in and left the bedroom.

“She’ll need to be released unless you’re gonna take a turn!” I heard the man say with a laugh.

“I’ll take care of it. Did you have a good time?” I heard my Master ask him.

“Hell yeah! Best piece of ass I’ve ever had.”

“Be sure to tell your friends. We’ll be here for a while. Let em know just to knock on the door. We can even take a few at a time if they wanna share.” I imagined him winking as he said this.

“I’ll be sure to let them know. Um, any objections if I want to come back for another round?”

“None at all! She’s got two more holes you’ve yet to try, as long as you make sure she cums first each time, like we talked about. I’ll send along your unedited copy of the video. Enjoy!” Master laughed loudly and the man joined in.

The RV lurched as the man left. I heard Master walk the distance back to the bedroom to come check on me. He released me from the bonds, removed the tape, took the panties out of my mouth and gave me a glass of juice.

“How was it Kitten?” He asked.

“Oh Master, god that was so good! I’m not sure I’ve ever cum that much or that hard before! Will there be any others?”

“Oh I think there’s a good ch….” He stopped, interrupted by a knock on the door. “You finish that. I’ll be back, probably with a guest.” He winked and walked out.