Common-use item
Eva was riding the elevator up to the right floor. She was nervous and her heart was pounding hard, even though she was far from doing such things for the first time. Her head was spinning a little and everything around her was perceived as if it wasn't happening to her.
The elevator doors swung open and Eva heard muffled, unified laughter from behind a wall. These were undoubtedly her masters for the evening. This laughter caused another surge of adrenaline and excitement. She stood for a moment, took out her phone, and checked the door number in a special app. Everything was correct—she was in the right place.
Eva had acquired this app after a programmer had used her.
He thought it was a good idea—to create a closed app for certain people where she would mark her free time, and those who wanted to use her would book a date, time, and their wishes. For example, once she was ordered to come in green panties. Eva didn't have any in her wardrobe, so she specifically went to a boutique and bought expensive lace green panties with her own money. She enjoyed going through hardships for her masters.This time, the wishes specified that Eva could only enter completely naked. Fortunately, it was summer outside and the stairwell wasn't cold. First, she took off her sneakers and pulled down her jeans. From the side, she looked stunning. White socks, white sheer panties, and a T-shirt barely covering them. Eva's legs were in perfect condition, slender and toned. In general, she kept her body in ideal shape. Almost daily workouts and proper nutrition had done their job.
Next came the T-shirt and bra. Her beautifully shaped, size B breasts with neat, aroused nipples were exposed. Now she stood only in her socks and panties. She wasn't afraid of sidelong glances from neighbors, but some old lady might call the police, and that was unnecessary.
In everyday life, Eva hardly used makeup. But when she went on a job, she tried to look as beautiful, cute, and defenseless as possible. Natural makeup, subtle lipstick, fair hair styled nicely. She treated her body the same way—no excess hair, no tan—her skin was always soft and firm. Her pussy was always perfectly shaved and adorned with a neat clitoral piercing.
Finally, with a graceful motion, Eva pulled down her panties and then her socks. After ringing the doorbell, she knelt down just in case, crossed her hands behind her back, and straightened her spine.
"Who's there?" a male voice came from behind the door.
"A thing," Eva answered after a slight hesitation. A new wave of excitement washed over her.
"What? I can't hear you," came from behind the door.
"A thing!" she repeated loudly.
"What kind of thing?" someone on the other side of the door clearly decided to mock her.
"A thing for fucking, who has arrived to be yours for this evening!" Eva practically shouted.
Finally, the door opened and Eva saw four guys in the hallway. She knew two of them; they were smiling, looking at her and at the other two guys. The latter were in shock, not believing what was happening. The faces of the first two practically said, "We told you so, you fools didn't believe us."
Eva had a bad memory for names, so she didn't know anyone here by name. In general, they weren't needed by her. She addressed everyone only as "sir" or "master." Many didn't know her name either, because they called her "whore," "bitch," "slut," etc.—the list could go on forever. Perhaps that's why there was a beautiful, neat tattoo of her name above her ass.
Finally, she was invited into the apartment.
"Well, whore, how much money did you bring for us to use you?" one of the guys said with a smirk.
"Here, it's two and a half thousand," rummaging in her purse, Eva handed the money to the master. "All I have. There's some change left for the trip back."
"Why so little, bitch!?" he slapped her, making spots dance before Eva's eyes and her cheek burn. "For such money, you barely deserve to lick my dick, you slut!"
Eva wasn't a whore. In the sense that she wasn't paid for sex; often she even had to spend money, like with the green panties or now. Of course, she had a few "clients" who provided for her life. But she went to such meetings as to work, without pleasure. Her real passion was the feeling of complete submission and defenselessness. She didn't have to play the role of a "thing"—she only waited for the right moment to drop all masks and become one.
"Master, I beg you, forgive your thing, give me a chance to serve you!" With tears in her eyes welling up from the blow, Eva tried to kiss his feet, but he dodged and pressed her head to the floor with his foot.
"Well, shall we let her please us today?" asked the guy holding his foot on her head.
"I think we should give her a chance, my dick is already smoking," another replied. "Give me the purse, I'll take the change, let her walk home on foot."
"So, listen to me," the first guy removed his foot and pulled Eva to her knees by her hair. "Now you go to that room," he pointed with his finger. "There you'll please us one by one, then come to the living room, kneel facing the wall, and only move when we tell you, understood?"
"Yes, master, I understand," she nodded.
"And now remember," he turned to the others. "This is not a girl—this is a thing, a hole, a cum dump. Your task isn't to make her cum. Your task is to use her, cum wherever you want, listen to her gratitude, spit in her face, and leave."
Everyone nodded approvingly, and Eva's pussy and inner thighs were already glistening with arousal, and she looked up at the guys' eyes devotedly, like a puppy, smiling.
The first one sat in a chair and ordered her to give him a blowjob. As an experienced thing, accustomed to giving her masters what they needed, Eva understood that he was tired and just wanted to relax. On her knees, she approached him and, starting with kisses on his feet and gentle caresses, began to move upward. During the "relaxing blowjob," as Eva liked to call it, she tried to press against her partner's body as tightly as possible, wrap her arms around his legs, and deeply take his cock into her mouth. Then, almost without moving, she waited for saliva to accumulate and began to slowly move her head, never letting the cock leave her mouth by more than a third. With her lips and tongue, she squeezed the cock and seemed to merge with it.
After a few minutes, the guy couldn't hold back and started to cum. Eva swallowed his cock and pressed her nose into his groin. She enjoyed the pulsation of his cock and the semen filling her esophagus. When the cock stopped pulsating, she sucked it a few times, cleaned off the remaining semen, and warmly thanked the guy for the honor bestowed upon her.
She spent a long time begging the second one to use her holes while he slapped her and twisted her nipples. Then he got bored and decided to fuck her mouth. He did it roughly and sharply, making Eva choke, swallowing saliva and snot. He pinched her nose and thrust her mouth onto his cock to its full depth, and when Eva ran out of air and started to struggle, he hit her and said that "this fucking whore can't even suck properly." Finally, he came on her face and chest while Eva tearfully begged his forgiveness for the poorly done blowjob.
Before the third one came, Eva quickly wiped her face with a tissue. She was forbidden to wipe her body. Her head was spinning from excitement, and she knelt, waiting for further events.
The third young man decided to use her ass. When he informed Eva of this, she gathered lubricant from her pussy with her fingers and smeared it over her anus. He relaxed her sphincter with his finger, then poured lubricant directly there and inserted his cock. Eva gasped and began to moan. A few slaps on the ass and the request to "shut her fucking mouth" had an effect, and Eva, burying her face in the pillow, completely focused on the sensations.
Due to the overall excitement, she unexpectedly came. Her body shuddered, and her teeth sank into the pillow to suppress a moan. "Well, well, the bitch cums while being fucked in the ass," the guy chuckled. Generally, Eva usually didn't cum. She believed that a thing wasn't worthy of it and shouldn't cum in the master's presence. A thing should serve the master, enduring pain and hardship without receiving any physical pleasure, only moral satisfaction.
After a few minutes, he came on her back and hair, saying he didn't want to dirty her ass because it would continue to be fucked now. And indeed, the fourth one, after some standard humiliation, continued what the third had started. Eva's orgasm was so strong that she only came to when he was filling her ass with semen.
Then she went to the room and stood facing the wall without moving. The guys paid no attention to her, talked among themselves, drank. Several times she was forced to lick up the semen dripping from her ass onto the floor, then sent for beer, used as an ashtray a couple of times.
Towards the end, two guys decided to use her mouth again and finally covered her body with their semen. After that, Eva was put out the door in that state.
Going down half a flight of stairs, she began to touch herself. A few minutes were enough for a new wave of orgasm to wash over her completely. In this state, she didn't notice how one of the guys apparently came out to throw out the trash and saw her. He approached, unzipped his pants, and a tight stream hit her face. In a semi-conscious state, she leaned forward, got on her knees, and put her hands behind her back. When he finished, Eva thanked him; in response, the guy spat in her face, turned around, and left.
His saliva dripped down Eva's wet face. Skirting her dreamily closed eyes and smiling mouth, it hung on her chin. Eva wiped it off with the back of her hand and reached into her bag for tissues to somehow put herself in order. Now she had to somehow get home and come to her senses, because another meeting was scheduled for tomorrow.