My Steamy Story: My approach? I never just give the numbe...

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Okay, so picture this, bestie. I'm at this boujee rooftop party, right? The vibe is already spicy, and I'm in this little black dress that's basically a glorified belt, no cap. The conversation's flowing, and of course, it turns to exes. This guy, let's call him Mark, is getting all judgy about his last girl, calling her 'easy' and shit. Big yikes. That's my cue.

I lean in, all casual, and go, "Okay, but like, what's the magic number that makes a girl 'easy'?" The whole circle gets quiet. Mark's friend, Alex, his eyes just lock onto me. He’s got this smirk. He goes, "For real though, what's yours?" Sheesh. Direct.

My heart's doing a whole drum solo, but I keep my cool. I swirl my drink and give him a look. "Would you believe me if I told you?" I whisper. He shakes his head, leaning closer. I can see the outline of his dick getting hard against his jeans, and OMG, it's massive. I'm getting wet just looking at it.

"Guess," I dare him. He mutters something pathetic like twenty. I laugh, low and throaty. "Try triple digits, baby." His jaw drops. The vibe in our little circle shifts—it's electric, hungry. No one's judging anymore; they're just staring.

Alex pulls me by the wrist into a shadowy corner by the railing. No words. He just spins me around, pushes my dress up over my ass—I'm not wearing panties, obviously—and his hand slides right between my thighs. I'm already soaking. "Fuck, you're a dirty little slut," he breathes into my ear, and I moan, pushing back against his fingers.

He undoes his belt, and I hear his jeans drop. His cock springs out, thick and hot against my bare skin. He doesn't even tease me; he just lines up and thrusts inside my pussy in one go. I gasp, arching my back. It’s so deep. He grips my hips and starts fucking me hard and fast, right there with the party buzzing behind us. Every thrust makes my tits bounce, and I’m trying to stay quiet but I can’t. I’m whimpering, "Yes, yes, fuck me just like that, use me." He slaps my ass, the sound sharp in the night air, and grunts, "You love this, don't you? You love being a free-use whore." And god, I do. I feel my orgasm building, my clit throbbing with every brutal stroke. I’m about to cum all over his dick, and I know he’s gonna fill me up. Period.