My Steamy Story: She is meeting the man in a hotel room f...

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Okay, so I’m sitting there in this boujee-ass hotel room, my neon pink lipstick probably smeared from… earlier, and this guy is just staring at me. My new tits are out, feeling cold and ridiculous, and he just called me a ‘hurl whore’. I’m low-key dying inside, but I gotta secure this bag, right? 30 guys? That’s a lot of loads, but my rent is due, so period.

He asks how I handle the transition from dancing to… well, everything else. I take a shaky breath, my pussy still throbbing from the last group I serviced before coming here. I can literally taste cum in the back of my throat. “Look,” I say, trying to sound confident but my voice is kinda thin. “It’s a vibe. One guy gets bold, puts his hand right on my ass over my latex shorts, reads my ‘SLUT’ tattoo out loud like it’s a menu. I just giggle and go, ‘Like what you see?’ and grind against him. Once his friends see I’m not gonna clapback, it’s over. They swarm.”

I see his eyes drop to my tits again, and his pants are getting tight. I know this look. “They ask the worst shit,” I continue, leaning forward so my cleavage is right in his face. “Like, ‘How many dicks have you sucked tonight?’ or ‘You gonna swallow mine like a good slut?’” I say the word slut slowly, watching his Adam’s apple bob. His dick is definitely hard now. I can see the outline.

“And what do you say?” he asks, his voice rough.

I give him a ditzy smile, reaching for my lipstick. I uncap it slowly, making eye contact as I drag the glossy pink over my lips. “I say, ‘Why don’t you find out?’ And then I drop to my knees.” I demonstrate, my thigh-high boots squeaking as I kneel on the carpet between his legs. “I don’t even ask. I just unzip his pants, pull out his cock, and go to town. I deepthroat it, letting myself gag a little—guys love that sound—and I look up with tears in my eyes. It proves I’m trying, you know?”

My hand is on his thigh, sliding up. “Once the first one cums down my throat, the line forms. It’s always a circle. They take turns face-fucking me while the others watch, jerking off. My makeup gets ruined, my hair gets sticky, and I just… switch off. I become the hole. I just open my mouth and let them use it. Sometimes three, four guys at a time are just unloading in my mouth, and I have to force myself to swallow so I don’t puke on the fifth. But I always do. I swallow every drop. Because that’s the job.”

I’m right in front of his crotch now. I can smell his arousal. “So, do I feel exposed?” I whisper, my fingers tracing the bulge in his pants. “Yeah. I feel cheap and used and like a total skank. But then I feel a hot load hit the back of my throat, and I hear a guy moan ‘Take it, you filthy slut,’ and… fuck, it’s a power trip. I made that happen. So, are we doing this interview or not?” I don’t wait for an answer. I pop the button on his jeans, pull his dick out, and take him straight into my mouth. He groans, his hands tangling in my semen-crusted ponytail. Guess I got the job.