“I won’t. I promise. I’ll never let you down.”
Every second feels like hours as I wait.
I really must be a slut, lying on a seedy mattress, drunk on champagne with my legs spread wide for a stranger.
Fuck, my heart races as I hear footsteps approaching on the other side of the door. I flinch as the doorhandle turns, a fresh wave of fear slamming in my guts.
Ant steps in first, giving me a smile and a nod of approval as he sees me still in position. The man who walks in after him is nothing like I expected. He’s younger than Ant, with messy brown hair, wearing a loose t-shirt and dark blue jeans. He’s pretty hot, but not the kind of guy I’d go for in a bar. Not that I ever would go for a guy in a bar. Not unless they were Ant.
My mind is rambling and I want it to stop, but the world is spinning along with my brain.
“Here she is, the horny slut,” Ant says to the stranger.
“Hot as fuck,” the guy replies, his gaze fixed between my legs.
I feel bizarrely warm at the compliment.
I stay in position and focus on what’s needed from me. I run my fingers down to my pussy, spreading my legs a little more.
The guy pulls his t-shirt over his head. He drops his jeans and boxers, and his dick is already hard. He works it in his hand as I watch him. He’s the kind of guy I’d pass on the street without really noticing him, nice enough but ordinary. It only reinforces the fact that he’s just a random stranger and nothing more.
“Gonna take his cock like a needy bitch, aren’t you, slut?” Ant says, and my attention turns to him. “Tell him how much you want it.”
I make sure I don’t let Ant down. I flash the guy a smile and squirm, spreading my pussy lips wide as he watches. And then I let the words come on seedy autopilot.
“Yes, please. I want it. Please, give me your cock. Please fuck me. I need your dick like a slut…”
The guy likes it. He grunts and steps closer, working his cock harder in his hand.
I make sure I don’t flinch or shy away as he drops himself down next to me. He doesn’t waste any time, rubbing his palm against my tits nice and rough. It feels good.
“Don’t hold back,” Ant says. “She’ll take it.”
The guy squeezes my tits so hard that it hurts.
“Like it like this?” he asks me, and I nod, even though I’m not so sure.
He twists, and it makes me wince, but I take it. I know then that the guy is going to be rougher than he looks.
“Fuck, yeah,” he says, and his tone is harsher now, getting in the groove.
Ant feels so far away as he stands and watches me from the sidelines. I look up at him, relieved to see he’s smiling. I’m doing ok.
The guy pulls on my nipples one last time before he lowers his head. His tongue laps at one of them, sopping wet, leaving a smear of spit when he pulls away. I really do feel like a whore.
“Spit on her,” Ant tells him. “Treat her like the slut she wants to be.”
It must be what the guy wants to hear from him, because he smiles a dirty smile.
I wonder if they’ve talked about this – him and Ant. Whether they’ve already discussed what he wants to do to me, and what gets him off. I guess so, since he’s so into it when he hacks up and spits on my tits, over, over and over. I think about the girl on the video and how grateful she would be to be covered like that, making sure I’m smiling up at the stranger as I rub it in. I guess this will be cum one day if I do well enough. A whole load of guys spurting all over me as I beg for more.
“More, please,” I ask, getting into a groove of my own.
He spits again, and I moan and arch my back, offering myself up to him.
“Yes! More!”
He gives me more, and then slaps my wet tits. It feels so seedy that part of me is screaming down deep, wondering what the fuck I’m doing, but luckily that part is drowned out by the part of me that wants it. Because Ant is right… I’m enjoying it. I can’t deny it and I don’t want to. I want to be the dirty bitch he wants me to be.
That’s what makes me horny.
I reach for the guy’s dick as he’s still slapping me, and he turns his attention to my mouth. I’m ready and waiting when he rubs his cock around my lips then pushes his way inside. I bob my head on instinct to get into the rhythm, and it’s easier than I thought to suck on a random guy’s dick. Yeah, I really can do this.