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

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Okay, so I walk into the hotel room, and this dude is sitting there looking all serious, like he’s interviewing me for a corporate gig. The vibe was so sus. He’s like, “I need to know you can handle 35 guys.” And I just smiled, all, bestie, please. I plopped down and crossed my legs, making sure my skirt rode up. “Look,” I said, “I’m a total slut, okay? No cap. Let me spill the tea on my technique.”

I leaned forward, making sure he could see down my top. “First, the arrival. I let that awkward ‘is-she-a-whore?’ silence hang until it’s unbearable. Then, when some brave soul finally asks, I’m all, ‘Oh, you think I’m a whore? Thank you! Do you like whores?’ It plants the seed.” I watched his eyes flicker. He was getting it.

“Then the game,” I continued, my voice dropping. “Truth or Dare. They have to guess my body count. It’s, like, over a thousand, but hearing them shout out numbers… it’s a whole thing. Makes me feel cheap, but also… wet? Anyway, that’s when I escalate. I get loud. ‘OMG, you all made me look like such a slut!’ I let that word just… hang there. Then I start the kissing circle.”

I stood up, feeling the power. “Can I show you?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I walked over to him, my hips swaying. “So, a guy is here,” I said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I kiss him.” I leaned in, brushing my lips against his, then deeper, sliding my tongue into his mouth. I could feel him stiffen, then melt. I pulled back, breathless. “See? A proper, slutty, tongue kiss. That’s the starter. Then the next guy, and the next. They get hard, they start grabbing my ass. I’m using my hands to stroke them through their pants, my ass to grind on the guy behind me. It’s all about crowd control.”

I knelt down between his legs, looking up at him. “Eventually, someone whispers, ‘Let’s go to the alley.’ That’s the signal. They take their dicks out. I go down the line, sucking one, jerking two others, letting them kiss me with their cocks in my face. I’m swallowing loads, one after another. Sometimes they film it. It’s… a lot.” I unzipped his pants, my fingers wrapping around his hard cock. “I can feel you’re getting the picture. Does handling a slut who loves her job make you uncomfortable? Or does it just make you hard?”

I didn’t let him answer. I took his dick into my mouth, tasting him, hollowing my cheeks. I looked up, making eye contact as I deep-throated him. The interview was over. He was booking me. Period.