I’m in such a drunken haze that it takes me a few seconds to realise it’s the older guy who’s underneath me. I’m face to face with him, moaning like a cheap bitch, and it feels weird enough that my stomach lurches. He’s a lot older than I thought, and it’s strange…
Not nice.
But it is nice, I tell myself. It should be nice. I want it to be nice, for me as well as Ant.
Ant is definitely happy with me. He offers me the bottle of the De Chante through the thrusts and I swig back some more, making sure I smile with a thanks.
The night becomes a blur. Being pulled around with my hair yanked, tits slapped so hard I’m crying out. Cocks taking me from every angle, and three guys coming in my open mouth at once. I take it all, focusing on Ant whenever I can, and making sure I keep going with the more, please, fuck me, to whoever is listening, and slowly… painfully… someone finds enough of an angle in my pussy to hit the spot.
Yes.
It hurts with a cock in my ass at the same time, but I don’t care. I arch myself so the thrusts in my pussy are hitting just right and I make sure I beg them to keep it there, with a please, please, please… and yes, YES, they let me come. The guy pounding my pussy lets me come.
All of the guys cheer, laughing, but I don’t give a fuck about them. All I care about is Ant, and the pride in his eyes. It gives me enough of a glow that I’m smiling a genuine smile as the older guy positions himself over my face, working his dick in his hand.
“Yes, please,” I say, and make sure I take every spurt of his cum in my mouth, sucking him nice and clean after.
I don’t know which of my holes he’s been in, and I don’t care.
I don’t know which of my holes anyone has been in, and I don’t care, I just make sure they all come. Every single one of them, some of them once, some of them twice, one of them three times, even though it’s barely a trickle by the end.
I’m a panting wreck by the time I’m done and everyone has left the room. I can’t hold back anymore and pull off the latex bra and thong, taking a final long swig of De Chante as I wait for Ant to come to me.
He scowls when he does, pointing at the discarded underwear.
“I was looking forward to that.”
“Sorry,” I say, and I mean it, just grateful when he positions himself on top of me without insisting I put it back on.
Tonight he fucks me missionary, with my legs wrapped around his waist. He knows how to work his dick. He knows how to make it feel good, even though I’m a filthy, used bitch who’s so trashed I’ve likely got piss all down my legs as well as cum.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers. “You can’t even begin to imagine how beautiful you look to me like this.”
Even now, that makes me glow.
I don’t know how he manages to make me come through my drunken haze, but he does. I’m a total wreck when he pulls out of me, with my pussy still tingling, both loving and hating what the hell I’ve been doing at the same time.
I don’t care about peeing like a racehorse in front of him when he helps me to the bathroom, and I don’t give a fuck how he tuts when I retch up a load of sick from De Chante, and I don’t hold back on the smiles and thank yous when he presents me with a lovely new bracelet made of white gold and rubies.
None of it matters, because soon it’ll all be in the past.
I’ll be his wife and the mother of his children, and he’ll be my perfect dream. We’ll look back at these times in the mattress room and we’ll watch videos as mementos. I’ll remember all the times I came with other men’s cocks inside me, and the memories will feel distant and crazy and firmly in the past.
He cuddles up to me in bed and holds me tight.
“Baby, I’m so grateful for everything you do to live up to my fantasies. I know it can’t be easy, and I know it doesn’t always feel nice.”
“It makes me come, so it feels plenty nice enough,” I say, and he laughs and holds me tighter.
“Yeah, that’s true, so who knows, hey? Maybe one day, when our children are older, I might rethink the no other cock in your pussy rule, and we can have some more fun like this again.”
I try to hide my shiver at the thought, thankful that I’m so tired I’m already drifting off to sleep in his arms.