I was very loud in the bar. It had been a long conference and I had needed a drink to unwind. Most of my colleagues lived nearby so left to loud goodbyes so as to get home early. I was in no rush to hide away in my room yet. He was tall and broad and approached with such confidence that at first I thought he was one of the presentation team. We shared a bottle of wine and he complimented me on my (work) attire of pencil skirt, white blouse, heels and stockings. The alcohol and his presence soon had me laughing and flirting.... That night in his room is one i vividly remember. His huge cock was insatiable. I'd never been "taken" like that before. He lifted, carried and controlled me completely. He fucked my pussy, my mouth and my bottom without remorse, coming in each hole and my bottom more than once. I was at his mercy completely and I gave everything willingly. He laughed at what an eager, easy and willing slut I'd been and sent me home sore, bruised and bitten everywhere. Especially up my neck "to remember him by". It was 5 days before the hickies finally disappeared. Each morning I showered and looked in the mirror, a shiver of excitement would course through me recalling his mouth on my flesh where the marks remained. He'd said I would ring him within a week for more and he was right. I met him half way, knowing full well what an animal he was and knowing full well what a slut I'd been and was excitedly readying myself to be again. There was less preamble this time, we kissed on meeting and went straight to the room. He forced me immediately to my knees and I submitted without question licking and sucking as expected. He lifted me up, turned me around and banged my arse hard and long. i screamed, then moaned, then panted, then begged and pleaded for it before coming for what felt like forever spasming, twitching and writhing with pleasure. He tied me knelt to the chair. He spanked me, caned my bottom, my thighs and my breasts leaving long dark welts. He made me beg for the cane, beg for his cock and beg to be his slut and plaything. Once beaten I would have begged for anything he wanted. I submitted to it all. He wanted me to "perform" for him and I begged to do that too. I wanted it all. The buzz of his phone interrupted the moment. He got up gave me ten hard strokes of the cane and I wept. The butt plug he'd inserted was buzzing gently and had been inflated so as not to fall out. He'd made me dress and tucked the inflation bulb in the wasteband of my skirt at the back. Downstairs in the bar he greeted his friends. They both looked at me as I was introduced as "The whore" we sat down at a table and ordered drinks. I couldn't sit still as my bottom hurt quite a lot and the plug was insistent. He noticed of course, put his hand up my jacket and squeezed the pump twice startling me and causing the plug to inflate and me to gasp and moan. He apologised to his friends and explained to them exactly why. "Take her to the room, she's ready and desperately needs you both." All 3 men treated me like a whore that night. My holes were filled with spunk many times but mainly my bottom. At one point the friends held me up and open like a chair and Alex caned my pussy so hard it was swollen and bruised for days. I sound like a victim but believe me I wasn't. Lots of it hurt and was humiliating, like being pissed on in the shower and being photographed sucking 3 cocks but every minute of it has been savoured, remembered and masturbated over by me. Lasted about 8 weeks from the first time to the last. For 8 weeks I was a totally submissive whore, entirely at his call, whim or desire. Why did it stop? On the last occasion he told me if I phoned again he would make me his whore permanently. I would be tattooed, pierced, advertised and given/sold as he chose. It was tough to let go. I do still have his number though......lol xx