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“Let’s see how horny a slut you can be for me, then.”
He kneels up on the bed next to my face and takes hold of my hair. He pulls me up onto all fours, but it’s not rough. It doesn’t hurt. His fingers grip my hair as he unbuckles and drops his pants in front of me.
His dick is hard and veiny. It looks big, even though I’m too drunk to really tell. I know it is big though when he first thrusts it into my mouth. He slams so hard it hits the back of my throat and I retch, worried I’m going to throw up champagne.
“Suck my dick like a good girl,” he says, and I do it. I suck his cock with everything I have. I slurp and roll my tongue and take him as deep in my throat as I can as he fucks my face, and I do feel like a slut there, staring up at him through drunk, watery eyes.
“Want it in your ass?” he asks, pulling free from my mouth so that I can grab a gasp of air.
“Yes,” I say, and I’m not lying. Even though I’m scared it’s going to hurt.
“Show me. Spread your ass cheeks and show me.”
I shuffle around until I’m facing away from him, still in heels. I drop down and reach back for my ass cheeks and spread them, a distant part of me wondering what the fuck I’m doing, acting like this for a client’s wedding guest.
He spits on my ass and I flinch. I cry out in shock as he leans down and circles my hole with his tongue. I can’t help moaning. I’ve never been tasted like this before. Never felt this before.
I feel so dirty as his tongue tickles inside me. I let out another moan as he slowly pulls free.
“Your ass tastes divine, Cass,” he says. “I’m going to enjoy fucking it.”
His spit works well enough as lube that he can push two fingers straight in. I feel another three go into my pussy at the same time and know from the movement that he’s using two hands at once. He works them back and forth, in opposites, in and out. I like it enough that I moan like a slut. It’s crazy, but it’s true.
“Want more?” he asks, and I nod. He must see it, because he pushes more into my ass, and it hurts, even through the champagne haze. “You like being a dirty slut, don’t you?”
“Yes...”
His hands stop working in opposites, pushing in both at once. I don’t know how many fingers are in me anymore, but I don’t care.
“Are you on contraception?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yes.”
“Want my cock in your cunt or your ass?”
I’m not sure, so smile to myself.
“You choose.”
“Great answer.”
It’s my pussy he pushes his dick into, deep. His fingers are still in my ass and I raise myself higher onto all fours, struggling to take it.
“Relax,” he tells me. “Let yourself be a slut for me and you’ll like it.”
I believe the easiness of his tone, and try to relax, which is good since I find out he’s not lying. I get used to it and it feels really, really good.
“Touch your cunt,” he says. “Rub your clit.”
My clit is still super sensitive as I drop down and slip my hand between my legs. I groan as he pumps harder, hearing how wet I sound. I can only imagine how much of a whore I must look to him from up there, but I like thinking about it. I like how hard he’s fucking me and how he’s enjoying it so much that he’s groaning himself.
I expect him to come at the same time as I do, but he doesn’t. I’m crying out from another orgasm, genuinely trashed and losing control of how horny I am, but he’s still going, fucking me. He pulls my hair from my hair clips and tugs my head back, fucking me even harder, and I don’t care. I’m lost to everything but how he feels inside me.
I’m not ready when he pulls out of me altogether and lands a sharp slap on my ass. I collapse drunk, rolling over onto my back with an oww and laughing another stupid giggle. He laughs along with me, sounding so nice and so much fun.
“Is this the way you always do it?” I ask. “Fuck random women in hotel rooms and call them a slut?”
He shrugs, still laughing. “Sometimes.”
“Guess I’m super special, then.” I grin sarcastically, but he doesn’t respond like that in return. He stops laughing.
“You are actually,” he tells me. “You’re very fucking special. The most beautiful, horny slut I’ve ever seen.”
Holy shit, how his words hit me in the stomach.
“Wow, thanks,” I say, because it affects me so damn much.
