Ant smirks. “You looked incredible last night, Cass, but that had nothing on this. Every guy who gets his cock out in here is getting a dream goddess, for sure.”
I wish I was as confident as he is. I feel like an awkward drunk woman on a sticky mattress, not like a goddess at all.
I’m in position on all fours with my knees spread wide when Ant sits down next to me with his face up close to mine. He offers the champagne bottle to my mouth and I take a long swig for the second time, desperate for the haze of drunkenness to truly hit me.
“I’ve got something different planned tonight,” he says. “Nothing in the ass for you.”
I get a rush of relief at that, but I hide it from Ant with as dirty a smile as I can manage.
“That’s a shame. What am I getting then?”
He pauses before he answers, soaking in my tipsy grin.
“You’re getting your pussy filled up, baby, by every single guy who comes in here. They’re going to fuck you one by one, cock after cock, and your cunt’s going to take every drop of cum they give you. I want you to keep as much inside you as you can, and it’s going to look so fucking hot, princess. So insanely fucking hot.”
He gives me another swig of De Chante from the bottle while he carries on talking.
“There’s another condition to the game though, princess. You’re not going to look at any of these guys. Not a single one of them. Don’t even think about turning your head to face them, because they’re gonna be one long procession of strangers filling you up, and you’re going to be nothing but a lovely slick hole for them to slam their cocks into.”
I don’t want to ask him how many guys will be in this line-up. He said procession, so I don’t even want to imagine it.
“Can I play with myself while they’re fucking me?” I ask, but he shakes his head.
“Only when I tell you to. If you’re a good enough slut you’ll get your reward.”
He gives me some more champagne, and I glug it back so fast I’m coughing some up when he pulls the bottle away.
“Go steady,” he says. “Champagne is good, so long as it doesn’t get you so trashed you don’t know what’s going on around you. You’ll be moaning like the slut you are and begging for more before the night is out, De Chante or not, I promise you that.”
Part of me wishes I was so wrecked I’d feel nothing but distant grunts and slams, but I have to believe him. He’s been right on every front so far.
“Do you understand the rules, then?” he asks me. “You stay up on all fours with your cunt on offer, and you don’t dare look behind. Keep your pussy clenched nice and tight, and a pretty smile on your face, and don’t you dare spill a drop of cum unless you have to.”
“Yes, I understand,” I say, but it must sound weak.
He takes hold of my face, his mood switching in a flash. “At least try to make me believe you fucking want it. If you don’t want to be a slut for me then say it now. Your choice, Cass. Always your choice.”
I hadn’t realised my hesitation was so obvious. I shake my head in panic, because that’s the last thing I want – for him to call it off, disappointed.
“No, Ant, please. I do want it! I really want it! I’m just getting my head around it, that’s all.”
“Your cunt wants it, does it? Show me. Convince me.”
I slide my fingers between my legs, shoulders down on the mattress with my face pressed to the side like a dirty whore. I push three fingers inside me with a moan, and luckily I’m wet enough from his efforts in the shower that they come out glistening. Thank fuck for that.
I’m so relieved when he’s smiling as I hold them up for him.
“That’s my baby,” he says, and sucks them clean. “So convince me some more. Tell me your pretty wet cunt wants filling up with cum.”
“It does,” I tell him with a nod. “My pretty wet cunt wants filling up with cum. As much as I can take. Everything. I’ll take it all.”
“That’s going to be a lot, you know? Pretty wet cunts can take a lot.”
“I know,” I say. “And that’s what I want. Everything they give me.”
I rock myself on my knees, getting into the motions, because I can do this. I want to do this.
“More champagne?” Ant asks, and I nod again.
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.”
I take another swig and empty the bottle. I’ve gone through a whole bottle of champagne and I haven’t even taken my first dick yet. Shit.