My Steamy Story: Here I am. Come on in babe. Oh wow lo...

My Story Time:

Okay, so full tea, I knew this booking was gonna be… a vibe. The agency said he wanted a “demonstration” for a party. I showed up in my work boots and squeaky latex shorts, the word ‘SLUT’ stamped right above my ass. He was immediately all over me, hands squeezing my cheeks, talking about my “cheap hooker” look. Iconic, right?

We started this weird roleplay where I was supposed to show him my party routine. I went in for the hug, pressed my tits against him, did the whole bit. When he asked for a deeper kiss, I gave it to him—slow, open-mouthed, letting our tongues slide together. I could feel his dick getting hard against my thigh. But then he spun me around, pressed his crotch into my ass, and fucking sniffed my ponytail.

“Oh my god! your hair smells like Sperm!” he goes, and bestie, I fucking froze. My whole body went cold. The humiliation was so real. I tried to play it off, but my voice cracked. “It was a busy night.”

He kept pushing, asking how many guys, and I just… spilled. “Groups. You lose count.” I was watching his face, waiting for the disgust, but his eyes got darker. I doubled down, my voice a shaky whisper. “I swallow, I don’t complain. I… I even lick ass if that’s what they want.”

That’s when his hand slid from my hip around to the front of my shorts, his fingers pressing hard against my clit through the latex. “Show me,” he breathed into my ear, his voice totally wrecked. “Show me how you work a crowd.”

So I did. I dropped to my knees right there, my ponytail stiff and gross against my neck. I unzipped his pants, and his cock sprung out, already leaking. I didn’t hesitate. I took him deep into my throat, my nose buried in his pubes, letting my gag reflex do the work. I looked up at him, tears in my eyes from the strain, and I moaned around his dick. This was the demonstration. This was the job. And for a second, with his hands fisted in my dirty hair, pulling me onto him harder, I forgot it was just a preview.