Gay Erotic Stories

My learning that night was that dancing was the least important skill I had. Once I entered, Master and LeRoy left the room, and left me alone with the group of men. As I began to untie my robe, a large black man came up behind me and yanked it open. My large breasts were exposed and bounced a bit. I stood, stunned now wearing just a G string and heels. The man who had disrobed me, just as quickly scooped me up in his arms and carried me to one of the sofas, depositing me so that I would land on all fours. Before I could catch my breath, a cock was brushing my lips. Next my hips were raised, and the strap of my thong was pulled away from my hole.

For the next several hours I was violently and repeatedly taken, first on that sofa, and later on the stage in the center of the room. I had assumed I would be performing on that stage -- I just couldn’t have imagined how. Men of all sizes fucked my mouth and pussy, while I helplessly struggled to please them. Tears streamed down my face. I was only able to swallow when a man came in my mouth. I would understand later that Master and LeRoy left the room because, despite the hefty amount of money they were paid, they didn’t want to watch this happen to me.

As the night ended and the men filed out of the room, I was left naked, the G-string tattered on the floor, and me lying spent on the stage. The last man approached me, and with his rough hand stuck a twenty-dollar bill in my mouth.

“That’s for you pussy. You done good, and I know you don’t get no money for it.” With that he left.

Shortly after, Mama Jean came into the room. She was carrying a tote bag. She saw that I was crying, and she caressed my head a bit.

“You’ll get used to it baby,” she said, “men are always rough!”

With that she pulled a terrycloth robe out of the bag and some slippers. She took a few baby wipes from the bag as well, and began to wipe my behind, which must have been gaping, and was full of cum, and bleeding some. She told me to get myself together and head to LeRoy’s office.

I walked out of the room wrapped in the white robe, expecting that LeRoy and Master would want to apologize for the situation, and perhaps offer me time off, or some money for what had happened. Of course, they cared about me, and understood my worth.

When I reached LeRoy’s office, the door was open, and he was alone. The sound of my shuffling in the slippers caught his attention, and he turned his head.

“Fuck Lady T,” he said, “You look like shit.” I stopped in the doorway.

LeRoy began to unfasten his pants, as he usually did, though this felt like it should have been different.

“Get over here and suck me off, bitch,” he said. I knew I couldn’t resist, and the powerful feminine, submissive side of me immediately thought of how much I enjoyed sucking his cock. I shed the heavy robe, walked over to him, and got on my knees.

“You a nice little cocksucker, Lady T,” he said while his dick was in my mouth, “Some of the men complained about them teeth though. You need to up you game when there’s a roomful of men to take care of bitch.” With that he grunted a couple of times and came in my mouth. “Now get out of here. Take your dirty little pussy home and clean up so you can work tonight.”

I got up off the floor and bent to grab the robe. LeRoy kicked me hard and I flew forward. I was barely able to crawl out the door before he closed it. I went to the dressing room and found a clean pair of panties and slid them on before I left.

During normal workdays there was usually someone to drive me back to master’s stable, but this morning I found myself with no ride, and no money for a car. Dressed only in the robe and wearing the slippers Mama Jean had brought me, I made my way out onto the road leading back to Master’s. It was a hot day, but I kept the robe wrapped tightly around me, almost naked underneath and wearing only slippers for shoes.

The distance from the club back to master’s was a relatively desolate road. If I had been in a different state of mind, or wearing something different, I might have tried to hitch a ride, but I had been crying and felt scared.

About half a mile down the road I heard a car approach, and then heard a police siren. The car pulled over to the side of the road behind me, and I could see its lights flashing. It pulled up alongside me.

“What have we got here?” a male voice called, almost mockingly, as the window of what turned out to be a patrol car was rolled down.

I only half turned toward him and sheepishly said, “Just walking home sir…” I had managed to get my hair brushed before I started walking, and now wiped my eyes to remove any makeup that might have been running.

“Look at me,” he said firmly.

I turned toward him fully, and saw a patrol man, likely in his fifties, a firm jaw and salt and pepper hair. “Yes sir,” I whispered. I could only hope that he would let me go. I knew that the club was well known to the sheriff, and all the patrolmen took delight in making trouble for the girls when they could.

The officer opened his car door and stepped out. He was at least a foot taller than me, and broad shouldered, in good shape save a bit of a belly.

“Put your hands behind your head,” he said, “Now!”

I was nervous, and I immediately complied. As I reached my hands behind my head, the robe came loose and my large, bare breasts were visible. He was now standing directly in front of me, staring me in the eye. I averted my gaze as I had been trained to do.

“Looks like we’re not properly dressed, princess,” he taunted. He cupped my breasts and as he caressed them closed the robe over them. He roughly grabbed my hands, still behind my head, and cuffed them. This time the robe opened wide, and my breasts were fully exposed. Without a word, he shoved me toward the cruiser, opened the back door, and forcefully moved me into it.

“I’m sorry sir,” I protested, “I shouldn’t have gone out without being fully dressed, but I was in a hurry to get away from some men…” and without warning he reached into the car and swatted me across the face. I tried to move in a way that the robe would close and he snarled “leave it!” I was crying again, in the back of a police cruiser, my tits fully exposed wearing just a pair of pink panties.

We drove a short distance in silence, and arrived at the sheriff’s office. I hadn’t been there before, but many of the other girls had, and described it as dirty and the officers as harsh. My officer exited the car and came around to the back and opened my door. He grabbed my arm and yanked me out as roughly as he had put me in. My robe had slipped down to my shoulders, held up only by my cuffed hands. The officer unlocked the cuffs. He held me firmly by my arm and directed me to walk toward the front of the building.

“Sir,” I protested, “I don’t know why I’m being detained, but I’m sure we can talk through this misunderstanding. He continued to pull me without a word. “At least let me cover up sir…”

“I think we both know what kind of “girl” you are, coming from that club,” he said, “And I doubt you’re too shy with those big tits there. Just pretend you’re still at work, slut.”

We walked into the station, and I immediately saw several officers at their desks. A couple of black men in a holding cell saw me and began to catcall. Just as I feared, the officer led me to them, opened the cell, and before shoving me in pulled the robe from my shoulders. I was now in a holding cell, wearing nothing but pink panties and heeled slippers.

“Enjoy!” said the officer, as he walked away, “I’ll be back after lunch.”

The two men approached quickly, both reeking of liquor and body odor. One was older, probably in his 70’s, and the other was maybe in his 40’s. The older man began to caress my bare breasts, while the younger man held my arms behind my back. I was nervous but began to get aroused. The older man noticed my panties tenting out in front.

“What the fuck?!?” he said, “Bitch what is that?” “That’s just her little clit, man,” the younger man said, “I bet her pussy is as tight as you want.” And with that he reached into my panties and inserted a finger in my well used pussy. I moaned a little. He removed his finger, grabbed the waistband of my panties, and ripped them open. They fell in shreds on the floor. I heard him opening his pants and felt his hard cock rubbing against me. I was still so loose he slipped in easily.

I looked outside the cell and saw all the officers had stopped what they were doing and were now watching. I was naked in a jail cell being fucked by a strange black man.

“She’s got two holes!” called out one of the officers. And with that the man fucking me began to push me down so my ass raised, and my mouth was accessible to the older man, who had now taken his dick out and stuck it in my mouth.

“Suck bitch!” he said. I complied as the dick behind me was inserted all the way to the man’s hip bone. He fucked me roughly, probably for 15 minutes or so when I heard him grunt and felt his cock swell as it unloaded in me. I continued servicing the older man with my mouth until I was told to turn around and offer my pussy. The older man’s dick, slick with my spit, slid easily into my well fucked pussy. He banged me for what seemed like an eternity, and then he shot inside me as well. He pulled out and pushed me away, which caused me to fall to the ground.

Just then my arresting officer returned and saw me there naked on all fours with my large tits and my wet pussy exposed.

“You’re disgusting,” he said, “get up and let’s go clean you up.” He opened the door and threw the robe he had taken from me earlier on the floor. I moved slowly, in a bit of pain and so ashamed. He moved forward in a threatening manner and then I grabbed the robe, stood up and wrapped it around myself.

He led me to what I assumed were showers for the officers, as the area was a little more private. There were lockers and multiple shower stalls.

“Get in the shower,” he said, “and make sure to squat down and get all of that cum out of your pussy.” I shed the robe and stepped into the stall in front of him. I did as he said and cleaned thoroughly with soap and hot water. I stood and began to soap the rest of my body, paying special attention to soaping and caressing my breasts. The officer had been watching the whole time, but now was rubbing his cock through his pants.

“You know I’m going to fuck you, right?” he said. I nodded. Then he stripped and joined me in the hot shower. This big, burly, hairy officer kissed me lightly, then moved me down into position to suck his cock, which was enormous with a big, thick bush. I serviced him gladly. Just about the time I felt his cock swelling, he quickly pulled out of my mouth.

“Get on all fours,” he ordered, “I’m going to mount you like a bitch.” When I was on the floor, he straddled me and lowered himself until the head of his glorious cock was poking my hole. With one thrust he entered me and went in completely.

My head was in the clouds while he fucked me, even though it hurt my well used pussy. I didn’t notice as we fucked that the room had filled with the other officers in the building. I began to smell the familiar smell of sweaty male bodies and looked up to see that I was surrounded.

While my officer continued to fuck me, a cock was inserted in my mouth. I knew what to do. Eventually I counted 10 different cocks I had sucked, and though I couldn’t see I was pretty sure each of them had fucked me as well. At one point I saw my officer wrapped in a towel sitting on a bench in front of the lockers watching. He winked at me. I couldn’t imagine how I looked with another man’s cock in my mouth, on all fours, legs spread with another man between them, and my pussy stretched wide from fucking – cum running out and down my thighs.

When the last man was satisfied, my officer ordered the other men to get dressed and leave, and for me to stay put. When the room was clear, he approached again and inserted his hard cock into my mouth. He leaned forward while I sucked him, caressing my back, and eventually putting a finger in my cunt.

“You’re a good little pussy,” he said. Then he shot his load in my mouth.

I was so exhausted I couldn’t hold myself up any longer and fell to the floor. The officer threw a couple of towels on the floor next me.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up princess,” he said, “your ride is here.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I complied, washing myself as best I could. Essentially, I had been used and fucked by dozens of men over the last 24 hours. I felt exhausted, but also had been conditioned to think this was all I was good for.

When I was clean, I wrapped myself in the now dirty robe that was on the floor. The door opened, and it was LeRoy who came in. When the door shut behind him, he opened his pants.