My Steamy Story: Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea. So t...

My Story Time:

Okay, so there I was, back on my knees in the alley, the grime soaking into my fishnets. The "SLUT" tattoo on my back was probably pressed right against the brick. He didn't want foreplay, just went straight for it, shoving his dick past my lips before I could even take a breath. No cap, bestie, it was intense. I could still taste the last few guys, and now I was choking on him, my throat stretching open.

He grabbed the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair—which, big yikes, probably still had some stray cum in it from earlier. "That's it, gag on it, you cheap slut," he grunted, and OMG, I did. My eyes were watering, my mascara was definitely a lost cause, and I was making these pathetic, wet gagging sounds around his cock. But my pussy was getting so wet, which was low-key the most pathetic part. Here I am, a literal human fleshlight, and my body is just like, yes, more.

He pulled out, my lips making a disgusting pop sound. "Catch your breath and suck my balls, whore," he said, and I just… did. I took one into my mouth, sucking like my life depended on it, my hand working his shaft. I looked up at him with what I hoped was a good, submissive look. He started groaning. "You're gonna make me tap your head if you keep doing that, slut."

I pulled off, gasping. "I'm ready," I whispered, opening my mouth wide, tongue out, bracing for the finish.

"Tell me where you want it!" he demanded, his voice shaky. "Tell me what you are! Say it!"

With his dick resting on my tongue, I sobbed it out. "In my throat! Please! I'm a slut! I'm your fucking slut! Just… warn me!"

Then I felt it—the frantic taps on my head. He started yelling, calling me every filthy name in the book, and I just hollowed my cheeks and swallowed, my throat working overtime to take every last pulse of his cum. I felt it hit the back of my throat, warm and salty, and I gulped it down. When he finally pulled out, I slumped against the wall, coughing, his shit dripping from my chin. My whole body was shaking. He just zipped up, dropped a twenty on the ground next to me, and walked away. I sat there in the filth, catching my breath, another number to the count. Main character energy? More like trash can energy. Period.