My Steamy Story: She is a trashy cheap hooker who has bee...

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Okay, so, spill the tea on how I bagged the most complicated client of my life. He booked me for his 35-man party, right? Wanted to interview me first, sitting there all tense, trying to act like a boss. I clocked his vibe immediately – the kind of guy who’s low-key obsessed with sluts but gets all shook if you call him on it. So, I got to work.

I leaned forward, letting my top gape. “Look,” I said, my voice all confessional, like we were besties. “You wanna know if I can handle the party? Let me break it down. I walk in, I make eye contact with you. I let my dress ride up so everyone gets a peek of my pussy through my panties. I start by sitting on laps, ‘accidentally’ grinding on a hard cock through some guy’s jeans. I get someone to dare me to show my asshole, and I do it, bent over the pool table, winking at you while the other guys lose their minds.”

I saw his Adam’s apple bob. Sheesh. I kept going, getting more explicit. “I bring a dog bowl, right? With my name on it. I wait for someone to ask what it’s for, and I just grin and say, ‘For tips, or for whatever you boys decide to fill it with.’ Then I pull out my bag of tricks—lube, 35 condoms, little shot glasses. I see you staring. I see your dick getting hard in your pants. I know you’re imagining all the ways I’ve taken loads before.”

He was breathing heavier, so I went for the kill. “When the game starts and they’re all guessing my body count? I see you flinch when someone shouts ‘200!’ I’ll look right at you and say, ‘Higher, baby. Way higher.’ And when the line forms to kiss me, and I’m making out with random dudes, tasting their beer, I’ll catch your eye. I’ll mouth the words ‘your turn’ while some other guy’s tongue is in my mouth.”

I reached out then, slow, and palmed the obvious bulge in his slacks. He jumped but didn’t stop me. “You want me because I’m the biggest slut here,” I whispered, stroking him through the fabric. “You want to see me on my knees, taking all 35, don’t you? You want to be the last one, to claim this used-up pussy and cunt after everyone else? To finally admit you want to cum in this whore’s mouth?”

He was trembling, high-key about to break. I just smiled, my hand working him. “So, bet? Am I experienced enough for you?” He just groaned, his head falling back, and I knew I’d won. The party was gonna be iconic.