The Second Degradation of Alice
Copyright© 2025 by tiffany58
Chapter 9: Slut Available
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Slut Available - A young woman is recovering from years of degradation at the hands of a group of mature men. But an invite to a school reunion triggers emotional flashbacks and leads her towards a second degrading life. How will she survive?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion Consensual BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Public Sex Teacher/Student Prostitution
That night, apart from packing my small overnight bag with what I needed for my one-night stay in an Edinburg hotel, and what I needed for my client meeting the next day, I also packed what I thought I would need for my new role as a slut for the first man I could attract.
I decided that the kind of clothes that my old abusers liked me to wear when they took me out in public, was probably going to be the most likely to attract the attention of other men. So, I packed a semi-transparent shirt, a mid-thigh tight black skirt, and my usual 4-inch heels. I also packed two small bottles of anal lube that I had bought on my way home from Dylan’s and my small portable anal douche. I did not know if I needed any of those accessories but after Dylan using me that way this afternoon, I thought it best to be prepared – like a good girl guide!
I travelled by plane from London to Edinburgh the next day and checked into my city-centre hotel about 4.00pm, taking a quick walk around the ground floor, to get a feel for the place and most importantly to investigate the bar and see where I might make my play. Once in my room, I unpacked my few clothes for work, and then carefully laid out my clothes for the evening, before going for a long shower. In the bathroom I gave myself a thorough cleansing with my douche, just in case, before spending time doing my make-up for the evening, a bit heavier and less sophisticated that my normal, near invisible, make-up. Cheap-looking, but not too cheap!
About 7.45 I thought it was time to get dressed, I was thinking that sometime after 8.00 would be the best time to make my entrance into the quiet bar area with its subdued lighting. I slipped on my shirt – a cream semi-transparent organza shirt with a high collar, buttons from top to bottom and no sleeves. My breasts and nipples were visible but not blatantly so. I then wriggled into my black skirt that when done up by the button and zip at the back, held my shirt tightly in place so it sat snuggly against my breasts, with two hard bumps protruding from the front. Finally, I loaded my handbag. The memory chip was already in place in the secret camera and its battery was fully charged. I then placed my room card in the side pocket, and placed one of the two bottles of lube that I had brought with me, in the bag along with some tissues and my phone. Now I slipped on my heels – and was ready for action.
I walked confidently down the corridor, and then down the two flights of stairs to the hotel foyer, although, in reality, I was terrified and almost visibly shaking. In the foyer I turned right and strolled into the bar. I took a quick glance around the bar to see who was there, seeing an elderly couple at the far end of the bar and three men sitting at tables scattered around the bar, obviously engrossed in their laptops and phones. One man sat on a barstool, leaning on the bar, watching the entrance, so immediately saw me as I came into the bar area from the foyer. With the light from the foyer shining through my shirt as I stood in the doorway, I knew instantly that I had grabbed his attention.
I walked to the bar and stood quite close to him, so he could see my erect nipples and breasts through the thin material of my shirt. As he blatantly stared at me, I smiled at the barman and asked for a nice cold, dry white wine, and, showing my room card, asked him to charge it to my room. Picking up my glass in one hand and with my handbag in the other, I turned casually to look for a seat in the bar, making sure that I gave the man a full-on view of my semi-hidden body through the organza shirt.
As I turned, I gave him a friendly smile and in a soft voice said “Good evening.” Flustered, he mumbled a similar greeting back to me, as I walked slowly to the large leather sofa I had spotted on my earlier reconnaissance visit to the bar. It was against the wall just inside the bar, in a shadowy spot but facing the bar and the man who was sitting there, still staring quite openly at me.
I bent to place my wine on the low coffee table in front of the sofa, my back to him but ensuring that my mid-thigh skirt rode up a bit more as I bent straight-legged and the skirt clung tightly to my ass. I stood up straight, turned and lowered myself onto the low sofa. The back of the seat was lower than the front, and with my 4-inch heels on, my knees were higher than my pussy, and when I crossed one leg over the other, I easily revealed a long expanse of bare thigh to his staring eyes.
I fiddled in my big handbag, as if looking for something but really switching on the secret camera, before removing my phone from its depths. I then placed the bag on the far corner of the coffee table so that the whole of the sofa was in shot. Pretending to make a quick call on my phone, I spoke for the camera mic telling my secret machine that I thought I had a possible fish on my hook, before putting the phone back in my bag.
In leaning forward to place the handbag so nonchalantly on the coffee table, I had to uncross my legs and slide forward on the sofa, pushing my skirt up even further. As I placed both feet on the floor and leaned forward, I carelessly let my knees drift apart, giving a good view of my inner thigh to my lusting voyeur, and leaving them apart as I leaned back again to make my “call.” When I leaned forward again to place the phone in the handbag and to pick up my wine glass, and before leaning back again on the sofa, my knees were now a good six inches apart and my skirt was no longer mid-thigh but sat just below my already wet pussy.
I was nervous but excited, increasingly aroused, and feeling braver with every sip of my wine. This was the first time in my life I had ever tried to pick up a man, all my previous users had simply taken me as and when they wanted me. I looked at the man staring at my innocently, but carelessly, spread thighs and raised skirt, his eyes taking in my nipples and breasts, as he licked his lips and took a big gulp of the gin and tonic in front of him on the bar. Calmly, I looked in his hungry eyes and smiled at him, my hand casually resting on the sofa beside me, one finger tapping the seat, possibly as an invite to join me or maybe just an innocent stretching of my finger.
I took a large mouthful of my wine so the glass was now half empty, as I playfully twisted it between my red- varnished fingers. He took the hint, and raising his own glass pointed at mine and nodded his head to me, an unspoken invitation to another glass of wine. I raised my glass a fraction, nodded back to him and gave him a generous smile as I mouthed “Thank you” to him.
As he turned to the barman to order drinks for himself and for me, I took the opportunity to study him properly. He was probably in his 50s but looked older, his thinning greasy hair swept across his balding head in an unattractive comb-over. He was about 5-8 and very fat, with his belly hanging over his trousers, and, while probably no more obese than Dylan Jones, his lack of stature emphasised his fatness. His red face had a sweaty gleam and there were sweat rings under both arms, clearly he was either excited or nervous, probably both, about approaching an attractive, young woman who was flashing everything at him. As he slid off the barstool, his podgy fingers gripped the new glasses as if they were going to slip from his hand and he waddled towards me. I felt a rush of disgust looking at him but also a wave of arousal swept through my body, from vagina to nipples, knowing this was the man who was going to being using me very soon for his own animalistic pleasure. Reaching the sofa, he passed me a fresh glass of white wine, set his own glass on the low table, and collapsed onto the sofa beside me.
As his fat buttocks hit the seat, he almost made me bounce off and I had to suppress a giggle, which he did not seem to notice, but which allowed me to half turn towards him on the sofa, so my breasts and nipples were easily visible to him through the thin shirt. I kept my already-parted knees separated, and as he did a man-spread with his own fat thighs, found my left knee resting against his right knee.
For the second time tonight, I said hallo to him, and thanked him for the glass of wine, and, as he told me I was welcome and he was pleased to meet me, his eyes wandered from breast and nipples to parted thighs where my skirt was now only inches below my glistening pussy. He very obviously leaned forward over his sagging belly to reach his glass and, with no attempt to hide it, looked hard between my parted thighs and up the little bit of skirt that was hiding my modesty.
As he sat back, he leered at me and, without any invitation, put his sweaty hand on my bare thigh and squeezed it, saying “What is a beautiful girl like you doing alone in a dingy bar like this?”
I giggled girlishly, and replied “Well I am not alone now, am I?”
“No indeed, you are not alone now” and the hand resting on my thigh squeezed a little bit harder and slid another inch or so higher so it was only just resting below the hem of my skirt. “It is nice having a bit of company when you are on your own, getting to know someone better over a drink and a chat.”
“Yes” I whispered “it is nice getting to know someone new, finding out what they like and like to do. It can be lonely in a hotel bedroom when you are on your own with just a tv and a laptop trying to work.” “Hotel rooms can be lonely.”
He grinned at me as the hand on my thigh now reached the hem of my skirt and a fat finger crept underneath. “It is much better when you have friendly company. Why don’t we get a bottle of wine and take it up to my room and get to know each other better?”
I smiled and said “No I have had enough to drink” as his face took on a sudden hurt look, but, before he could say anything, I continued “Why do we not just go up to your room and get to know each other better. – I am sure we do not need more alcohol.”
“What a good idea – shall we drink up and go now?” as his hand slid right under the hem of my skirt and the first of his fat fingers found my wet and naked pussy waiting just out of sight, a wicked leering grin spreading across his fat face.
“Ohhhh” I gasped as his finger slid over my wet labia. I looked into his eyes and told him if he was going to do any more of that I thought we should certainly go now. With a final grope of my wet vagina, He knocked back his drink and struggled to his feet, holding out a hand to help me to my own feet.