Beauty queen slut

He escorted me to my bedroom. It was a large room with a massive four poster bed that had a mirror above it in the ceiling, thick carpets and red wallpaper. A whore's bedroom. The luxury bathroom included a jacuzzi. "This is our number one bedroom," he said. "Carina Tse has stayed here and other centrefolds." And been well fucked here, I thought. As we spoke, a woman in a red dress entered. I knew who she was. Cindy Chow was Gary Leung's mama san who controlled his stable of women. I remembered her from my days. I hadn't been involved with her very much as my mother was in charge of me and didn't allow Cindy to interfere.

She was in her late-60s now and looked it. A sour faced old bitch. "Ah, this is Cindy," said Peters. "Do you know each other." Cindy gave me a cold smile. "In the old days," she replied, emphasising the old. I glared at the cow. "I'll leave you to talk. Be back later," said Peters sensing the hostility.

"Well, Stella Ng, never thought I'd see you again," she said in Cantonese. "No mother's skirts to hide behind now. She was always high and mighty for a woman who pimped her daughter." I seethed under the gaze. "Right. We'll get things straight. Here you do as you're told like the others. You're living off your past reputation. Men get may still get excited but you're 41 and lucky to be earning this money. Carina Tse has been here and she worked her butt off. So will you." I hated her but had to stand, biting a lip to stop myself from telling her to fuck off. "The gwielo will be with you tonight.

He's the boss so make him happy. Tomorrow night it's party time. You'll be downstairs in a corset with the others working the room and one of the guests will take you back up here. It will be a gang bang party. One of the girls is chosen to take on all the guys who want her. Don't suppose you've done a gang bang. Anyway, that's the floor show, so you'll get the idea what this place is about."

I breathed deeply. "Now I want you to keep yourself in great shape and do everything required of you to promote Penthouse and the movies you will be doing. There's a press conference at a central hotel tomorrow where you'll show off what you've got and launch yourself as a soft porn actress. So you'll be spending the morning getting ready. Takes more time and make up at your age to get the face looking good." Fucking bitch," I thought. She smiled. "I'm sure we'll get along really well, as long as you follow instructions."

She showed me the cupboards filled with dresses and lingerie. She pulled out a red mini-dress and held it up. "You should be able to fit into that. You'll wear it tomorrow." It was tight, very short and cut low at the front, designed to show off everything. "Bit young for you but you've still got a good pair of legs." I was angry at her taunts but kept my mouth shut. "You'll be doing the magazine shoot here next week.

Before that there are some promotions like tomorrow. There'll also be visitors for you to entertain." The old harridan was enjoying herself, being able to boss me. Next I had to go through my personal details, such as when my periods occurred and if I had any women's problems. All the girl's had their monthlies charted to fit in with sex sessions.

"And don't get pregnant. I've had two silly bitches who've need fixing," she said. "I've no intention of that happening," I replied. "Nor did they. And there's too much money tied up with you to put you out of action. " She finally left and I was alone with my thoughts. She had left me in no doubt what lay ahead. This would not be the same exclusive prostitution I'd taken part in as a beauty queen and actress. There would obviously be more men.

That night Peters came to me. It was my first sex for several months since my husband's death. He certainly knew how to bed a woman. His body was in good shape and he had a massive cock. An arrogant bastard who was used to fucking available women. First of all he wanted to be rimmed and sucked. "I've heard you give a great blow job," he said. It was true that I'd done this frequently in my younger days and for my husband. After he showered, I went down on my knees, rubbing his cock between my breasts before licking his backside, going deep with my tongue, parting the checks to begin his trip around the world.

Then his large balls, taking them in turn into my mouth, before kissing and slowly sliding my tongue up and down his 12 inch stem. He groaned as I took his cock head inside my mouth, stretching my lips to accommodate the thick shaft. "Great baby, great." He made me work for it, my jaws aching as I deep throated him. In my prime it hadn't taken long to make most men come because they were so excited.

But Peters was a professional pimp - no other word for him - who had control. To him all women were prostitutes. Finally I felt the tremor in his erection as the fluid sought a way out. He shouted and shot a long stream of semen into my mouth. I'd learned to swallow and keep sucking as the hot seed went down my throat and overflowed onto my face and breasts. "Wow Stella. You are the best," he laughed.

I went to clean up in the bathroom, looking at my cum covered faced in the mirror with the thick lipstick and make up smeared across it. A real slut. Coming back to the bed after washing and repainting my face I lay with Peters as he stroked my body. "You got a million dollar ass, honey," he said. "Sure kept yourself in good shape. You going to make a great deal of dough." I felt cheap but resigned.

He fucked me twice, front and rear. A long screwing that made me come. He used his fingers and tongue on me to get my juices flowing. He sucked my nipples while shoving two fingers inside my snatch. He was an expert at stimulating the sensitive places and I came on his hand, squirting out my fluids. "Ready now," he smiled. He mounted me and I cried out as he slid his gigantic cock into my wet hole, going high. I behaved like a whore then as he rode me.

With his pole inside you any woman would respond. It didn't take long to bring me up to climax and I was thrusting against him as I orgasmed. He dirty talked me and brought me up again as I clung to him, sweat running off me and gasping for breath. As I peaked for a third time he came with me, shooting his load with savage thrusts which banged the remaining breath out of me. I lay sucking in gulps of air, breasts heaving. "You certainly enjoy cock, baby," he laughed. He'd been one of the few men to make me react like that, although I'd faked it plenty of times. My pussy was pulsating and the bed was soaking from my sweat and juices, which I could smell.

I was amazed that he recovered his erection again so quickly. He fucked me up the ass the next time and it hurt. I'd been given anal before but not for so long at time and with such a massive dick. He really battered me, putting all his power into the strokes. I felt like my insides were being forced out as he bored high inside me. Later I realised that this was to break me in and get used again to being fucked aggressively. I was crying out and pleading with him to end it when he finally exploded his hot sperm into my backside. I was really sore and my ass was bleeding. "That was very painful," I complained. "You going to get a lot of that with your tight little ass. Just getting you used to what the big guys like me will be doing. A tight Chinese ass is the big attraction for a lot of gwielos."

I didn't get much sleep and was tired and sore the next day. Cindy woke me quite early to get ready for my promotion appearance. I'd rather have gone back to bed, but instead I spent several hours being preened, with my hair cut shorter and restyled, a facial and a girl doing my make-up. I put on a wired half-cup bra to shove up my bust, tights and panties. I had to really struggle to get into the mini-dress - which was really a size too small - with the seams straining as I breathed in while it was zipped up.

It was very short and when I sat down the hem was nearly up to my crotch, while the low cut top displayed the deep-V of my breasts. On six inch red high heels I was showing off everything. "Good," said Cindy. "You'll cause a few hard ons today. There'll be a lot tossing themselves off looking at your newspaper pics." She was a crude bitch.

I was nervous going back into the public glare. I'd done hundreds of these events in my younger days, showing my body off to the cameras. But now it felt different. I was launching myself at 41 as a soft porn actress. I could imagine what would be written in the showbiz papers and more lurid magazines, of which there were many in the city. It was a good story that a former Miss Hong Kong was going to do blue movies, especially at my age.

I was driven to the Central hotel where a room had been booked for the news conference. I went to the ladies room with the make up girl to retouch my face and have a pee. I looked at myself in the mirror, straining against the skin tight mini dress which showed off my bust and legs, then went to meet Gary Leung and Peters. "You look magnificent," said Gary. I looked at a smiling Peters. My pussy and backside were very tender after this attentions of the previous night.

"Ready?" asked Gary. I nodded. On my high heels I strode into the reception room which was lit with TV lights and popping camera flashes as I mounted the small stage. The photographers swarmed forward and I posed for them, smiling. Hands on hips, legs astride, moving around to give them different shots. They could nearly photograph me up the skirt it was so short. it was hot under the lights and I was sweating as I gave them the pictures that would be splashed over tomorrow's entertainment pages. Finally Gary called a halt. It was question time.

I sat down, crossing my legs, giving them all a good view of my thighs nearly up to my crotch. "Why have you decided to do porn movies?" was the first question. I'd been coached by Gary a couple of days earlier in my replies. "Well, I suppose anything Carina Tse can do I can do better." There was laughter. Everyone knew there was no love lost between the two of us who'd started off in show business at the same time. "Don't you think you're a little old for these roles?" I looked at the questioner, then slowly recrossed my legs, giving them all a good show. "I don't think your readers would think so." More laughter. "What do your children think about it?" I'd expected this question but it was the toughest. "I love my children and they love me. They realise that my career is important. It is not an issue,' I lied. "Are you nervous about posing naked in Penthouse and doing sex scenes in your movies."

"Very nervous," I smiled. "But excited as well. I'm sure all my fans will buy the magazine and see the movies. As you can see, I'm not an old lady yet." Once more I slowly recrossed my legs and knew I now had the room on heat. Peters later told me that a lot of the men had erections as they viewed me. "We understand your first film will feature a gang rape. Does that disturb you." I lied again. "No, I'm sure it's vital to the artistic integrity of the movie." There was more laughter. And so it went on. There were more personal questions which I field smoothly. At last it ended and I left the stage, swaying my buttocks in the tight dress as the cameras snapped me from all angles.

"You were sensational," said Gary. "Really worked the room." But I was drained. I'd really come across as a whore and knew I'd be branded with that name in future. I got some much needed sleep before the evening party but still felt rather worn out when I awoke. I was stiff and sore and knew that I'd have to service another man that night. My face devoid of make up was strained and tired.

I took a long bath, then got ready. An expensive black and gold coloured corset had been left out for me. I was to be packaged for the party. I laced myself into the corset and put on the stockings and silk red panties. I was combing my hair when Cindy came in. "OK. Half an hour. They're arriving now. You get the big entrance after the other girls. You work the room, talk to all the guys, flirt with them. Then there'll be the gang bang. It's a Cathay air hostess who'll come down and strip out of her uniform. You'll do the draw the order in which they have her on the floor and then the man with the winning envelope will take you back here." "Envelope?" "Yes, all the guests are given envelopes and one of them contains the card with your name on it inviting him to your room."

"So I'm finally working a real whorehouse," I replied. "It's not a whorehouse. This is executive erotic entertainment. No one is paying here. This is to promote the brand," she said. "Bulllshit. You're organising a gang bang and the rest of us get fucked upstairs." "You've sold pussy before, so don't come the high and mighty. Time you learned to do it again without the airs and graces. You got a year or so left to make real money. Don't want to have to work Mongkok," she said, referring to the brothel district. I bridled but a knock on the door interrupted us. "Five minutes. Everyone outside."

I joined the other women who were coming out of their rooms to wait on the landing to go downstairs. They too were in corsets and stockings. Younger than me, a few below 20. The majority were Hongkong Chinese but I could see some were mainlanders and there were Thais, Filipinas and Japanese. I overheard one Cantonese girl speaking to another. "Ha, it is that Cathay one, Karen, who gets the gang bang tonight." "Saw her earlier. Didn't look too happy. Heard she needs quick money so she agreed to do it." 'They asked me but I want more money. Sammi Hui did it last week and she was black and blue afterwards. Thirty men. Very sore pussy." They giggled.

I'd heard about gang bangs involving even quite well known women. There were rumours about Carina Tse and some others associated with Penthouse. It was the last thing I'd ever wanted to do. One-on-one was enough for me. This would be the first gang bang I'd witnessed. I knew there were women who enjoyed them but I couldn't image why.

We could hear the men talking and laughing downstairs. Like me some of the women were quiet, fiddling with their suspenders and patting their hair. Others were brasher, obviously having more experience of these parties. Cindy appeared. "OK, time," she said. Peters voice came from below. "Now, gentlemen, let me introduce you to the bevy of beautiful ladies who will make this an unforgettable evening for you." In turn the women descended the stairs as he read out their names, hands on hips and swaying their buttocks. I came last. "Finally last but not least, former Miss Hong Kong, Stella Ng," announced Peters.

All eyes were on me as I walked down the stairs keeping my back straight, head held high, bust thrust out. I'd done much modelling and knew how to move in stilettos which can be difficult for those women without the poise and practise. You don't want to stumble and I didn't as I surveyed the room. There must have been about 40 or so men sipping drinks and smoking, a mixture of Europeans and Chinese - hungarily devouring my body with their eyes. You could smell the lust. There were leers and some talk as they nodded at me, and bursts of dirty laughter.

The other women were circulating and Peters ushered me towards two men I didn't want to meet - Harry McLaren and Graham Weeks. They were both in their late-40s, McLaren was heavily built, balding and developing a paunch, while Weeks was a thin weasal of a man. Both had their arms around two of the youngest girls in the room - small breasted cute Hong Kong Chinese with thin figures - probably 18 or 19 years old but looking younger. They didn't seem too happy as the men squeezed their tight asses and slipped fingers underneath the brief panties. It was obvious they'd had had a few drinks, as their faces were flushed.

"Well, well nice to see you again Stella," leered McLaren. " Sorry to hear about Tom. How are the kids? Just restarted your career, eh." I'd met them at functions with their wives but had never liked them. They were notorious lechers and unpleasant characters. "We've bought a share in your new movies from Gary. Going to be real hot stuff, from what I've heard." They could see from my face that I was not pleased to see them. "We've decided to have a foursome with these two little beauties tonight but next week after your photo shoot you'll be entertaining us for the night." I glanced at Peters who said nothing. "A nice threesome," grinned Weeks. I felt cold.

"Not had one before, eh?" I had to stand there as they humiliated me, enjoying themselves. "Pretty quiet, darling. Promise you'll be making a bit more noise upstairs with us." Peters intervened. "You'll have to excuse us. Others want to meet Stella." "Sure. Half the town wants to do that," said McLaren, laughing.

I turned away angrily, not disguising my contempt for them, "Going to make that arrogant bitch squeal with my cock up her arse," I heard Weeks say as I left them. "Is this true," I asked Peters. "I don't do threesomes." "You do now. These men own a piece of you and you do what they want," he replied. I was in a very bad mood but had to meet the other men around the room. I suppose they found me sulky and I wasen't good at the small talk. They all oogled me, looking down my cleavage, all hoping to be given the winning envelope. To relieve my depression I took several drinks and by the time Peters announced the the gang bang I was a little tipsy.

"Gentlemen," he said. "Now is the time for the highlight of the evening. We all have fantasies about air hostesses on long flights. Well, tonight Karen Chang will satisfy them. She's worked for Cathay Pacific for six years and now she'll give you the in-flight service you've always really wanted. Please welcome Karen." Everyone looked to the top of the stairs as the girl appeared in her red uniform.

She looked nervous as she descended the stairs with the excited men watching. I couldn't imagine what she was feeling at the prospect of having to suck and fuck so many men. She was in her late-20s, slim and tall, with good legs and a pretty but unsmiling heavily painted face. hair pinned up. Walking through the crowd she climbed onto the raised stage set up at the end of the room, with a large circular mattress and pillows set on it.

"Good tight arse on that," said one man. "Yeah, she's going to get a battering. Want to do a sandwich with her?" Peters was working the audience. "It's Karen's first gang bang, gentlemen. Are you looking forward to it, Karen?" She nodded, although her expression told me she wasn't. "Stella. Please come and make the draw." I moved next to Karen who was trembling, nearly pissing herself. Not a professional whore at all.

I picked business cards out of a box one by one, reading the names which were chalked on a board by one of the corset clad girls. It was in reverse order, so the final ones I took out would be the first in line for Karen. It must have been an ordeal as she stood there listening to the shouts and laughter as I called the names. Finally 40-odd names had been chalked on the board. Of course, some would take a woman upstairs instead of awaiting their turn but it would still be a big workload. Our eyes met as I looked at her and I could see the pain. "OK Karen. Please show the gentlemen your lovely body."

She stripped out of the uniform, not professionally, amid whistles and some crude shouts. Taking off the jacket she hung it over a chair, then unzipped the skirt and let it slide to the floor. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of the blouse. Slipping out of it she stood in her bra, garter belt, panties and stockings. Reaching behind her head, she unhooked the bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. It came away to reveal small breasts with large brown nipples that were erect. There were cheers as she put each leg on a stool to roll off the black stockings.

Her garter belt followed and then she eased her long red painted finger nails inside the band of the panties and slowly pushed them down. Stepping out of them she stood naked showing off her shaved clit and then turned to expose the trim buttocks before facing the men again, legs astride and hands on hips. Sweat was trickling down her smooth body. She had a very good figure and the men were drooling. Her face was a mask.