I’m lost in the sensations when Ant’s voice calls out to me. I only realise I’ve got my eyes closed when I have to open them to look at him.
“That’s it, my perfect slut. You’re such a fucking good girl.” His eyes are wild as he looks around at the guys with a smirk. “She’s a good little bitch, isn’t she?”
They all agree with him with nods and grunts and fuck yeah, dirty bitch and I smile up at them with a drunken grin. Thank you, De Chante… but thank you less for the glass bottle when someone pushes it into my pussy, because it feels weird. Really weird. Cold, and thin, and hard, and what the fuck?
“Take this, slut, you know you want it,” blond guy says as he forces the bottle into me. I’m being fucked by an empty champagne bottle as the guys around me cheer and whistle. I stare down between my legs and the whole neck of it is disappearing, fucking me deep. It’s really true. I’m being fucked by a fucking champagne bottle, and I’m cheering along as they do it, with moans of yes, yes, give me more!
Two guys part my legs wide and the bottle is hurting, but I don’t complain, just moan for more as blond guy fucks me with it and the others cheer.
Who the fuck am I becoming?
The champagne bottle is tossed aside when the novelty wears off and I’m yanked and repositioned. I’m held in place, riding dick until I’m shunted forward onto all fours and another cock ploughs into my asshole. Two at once all over again. Harder, harder, harder. Carpet guy is smiling up at me as two dicks present themselves for my mouth, but it’s not carpet guy’s smile that spurs me on. It’s Ant’s. Even through my champagne haze I can see his pride.
The guy in my ass grunts and comes, pulling out to be replaced straight off with another. I get a fresh stream of cum in my mouth and my eyes are watering as another guy offers his cock. He makes me gag before I can swallow, and I’m retching so hard I can feel it in my stomach, but still I keep on going. My ass is slapped and my hair is pulled, and I’m told to take it, take it, take it like a cheap whore. I do. I take it like the cheap little slut I’m becoming.
Time blurs, and I’m lost to everything but dick and rhythm. I’m making gurgles I don’t recognise, and asking for more even though I don’t know what more means, too raw and sore and too drunk to know who the fuck is doing what to me. I let myself drift into the haze, doing everything I can to live up to what they want from me, and it must work, because slowly but surely the grunts ease off as the cum flows, and the figures of strangers move away, leaving me a panting, sopping wet mess on the mattress.
I can’t believe this is me. I can’t believe I’ve done this.
I let out a panicked cry as I feel more hands between my legs, because I can’t take a round three, but this time there are only two of them, easing my thighs apart with a shhh.
It’s Ant.
“It’s ok, baby,” he whispers. “Let me make it feel good.”
He spreads my pussy lips nice and gently and I whimper as his tongue swirls against my clit.
“Relax,” he tells me. “Everyone’s gone now. It’s just us.”
I give him a nod, and I wish my vision was clearer so I could make the most of his smile.
“Be a good girl and push your fingers in your cunt again,” he says. “Feel all that filthy cum in there. You can be gentle with yourself, baby, but do it. I want to see you do it.”
I don’t bother with two fingers, just go straight in with three, but that isn’t enough for him.
“Try harder,” he tells me. “Believe me, sweetheart, you can handle a lot more than that after the pounding you’ve just taken.”
He takes my hand and pushes four fingers in before I have the chance to. God, it’s so slick and slimy.
“Feel that, baby?” he asks. “That shows what a good slut you are. The more cum in there, the better.”
I love hearing his voice so deep and horny like that, so I keep my fingers inside me as he laps at my clit, and slowly I find the confidence to pump them in and out for him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers, and rewards me by sucking my clit in just the way I like it.
That’s what I need. Ant’s mouth. Ant’s tongue. Ant’s praise. I arch my back as he works me, and this time when I come it’s a sharp shiver of bliss in a heady haze. I’m so breathless I barely whimper, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is the gentle kiss Ant lands on the inside of my thigh.