I don’t even think of saying no. I’m nodding and smiling, my hand automatically sliding to my pussy.
“I will be.”
“These are the rules from here on in. When you’re in this room, you stay in this room. You only leave with my permission, once you’ve been a good enough whore for me. That’s what good sluts do, baby. They do as they’re told. Understand?”
“I’ll do as I’m told,” I tell him, then check my language. “I’ll be a good slut, I promise.”
He believes me. I see it in his smile as he turns and walks away.
“I’ll get you another present to help you on your way.”
I wonder if it’s going to be another sex toy or something, but no. I give him a smile as he returns with a fresh bottle of champagne from downstairs. This time he brings a glass with it, and he pours me one.
“Take this slowly, princess. I don’t want you so trashed you don’t know what you’re doing.”
I nod, and take my first sip.
He doesn’t look back as he walks away, just closes the door behind him with a thump.
Screw it, I down the glass, then pour another and gulp that down, too.
The room feels a lot more intimidating now Ant’s out of here. My heart is thumping like crazy, expecting the door to open every second, but it doesn’t.
Seconds turn to minutes, and I stroke my pussy gently, but it has no effect, because I’m so damn scared about living up to what’s ahead of me. I try to relax, settling myself onto the mattress, but I can’t make myself comfortable. My eyes are fixed on the closed door, nerves getting stronger and stronger. So, fuck it, I pour myself another glass of fizz and knock it back, telling myself I can do this.
This one works better. I’m heady enough to get settled down with my legs spread wide, working myself with a little more pressure.
I wonder how many guys he has ready to fuck me, and how they’re going to take me. I wonder if I really can do this, and live up to it, and if I’ll enjoy it this time.
Yes, I will.
I’ll be a dirty girl for him and I’ll want cock for him. I’ll want to be a slut for every guy he’s got coming through that door. They can use me however they want to, and I’ll take it, and I’ll moan for it, and I’ll tell them I’m a dirty bitch who needs more.
I take a few more swigs of champagne, from the bottle this time, and work myself a bit harder. I push two fingers in my pussy to make sure I’m ready to take cock in there, and I’m wet enough to push in another straight off.
Yeah, I can take it. I will take it.
Two, or three guys.
Four guys.
Five guys…
No. He won’t bring five guys in here. That’s crazy. My nerves are still there, buzzing deep, but I ignore them, push them away and fuck myself with my fingers.
I’m a slut. Ant’s slut. He’ll know what I can handle.
I’ve still got three fingers in my pussy when footsteps sound outside the door. I keep pumping them in and out, hitching my thighs apart so whoever comes through that door will be able to see my pussy, cunt, spread nice and wide.
Ant steps in first, and I smile for him, drunk but horny.
One look at his happy face just confirms it all over again. Yeah, I can do this. I’ll take whatever he gives me, and he knows it. I’ll take whatever I need to.
“Here she is,” he says as he lets the guests inside.
I keep pumping my fingers like a filthy bitch, arching my back to show off my tits for whoever wants to see them, telling myself I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m fucking ready for it.
Only I’m not ready for the people who step into the room alongside him.
I almost cry out at the shock, fighting the urge to get right up and out of there, because there’s no way I can do it. Surely not.
There are six guys along with Ant, taking places around the mattress as they get their cocks out in their hands. My champagne vision is a bit hazy, and there is such a selection of them. One guy is gruff and big and brutal looking. Then there’s a short blond guy with tattoos right the way up his arms. There’s a huge, beefy guy with so much dark hair over his chest that it looks like a carpet, and a tall skinny guy in glasses who looks like a college professor. One guy who’s greyer than Ant, and at least ten years older, and another guy who could be from a country magazine cover, he’s so damn posh looking.
Six dicks in six guys’ hands. All for me to take however they want to give them.