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

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Okay, so I get to the hotel room, right? And this guy, let’s call him Mr. Booker, is all business at first. Boujee suite, low-key sus vibe. He’s like, “I need to know you can handle 35 guys. No cap.” And I’m just… smiling. I put my bag down, very carefully, so the lube and the big box of condoms peek out the top. I see his eyes flick to it. Sheesh. Already planting the seed, bestie.

So I spill the tea. I’m like, “Look, I’m a total slut for this, okay? My strategy is iconic. I start by kissing. Like, I’ll walk onto a dance floor, pretend I’m wasted, and just start making out with random dudes. Period. It’s all about visibility. A line forms, and I work the circle, hands everywhere, letting them grope my ass over my dress. I’m explaining this, and I see him shift in his chair. His pants are getting tight, no cap. I love that.

I get even more specific. “So, once they’re hard and kissing me, it’s only a matter of time before someone whispers, ‘Let’s go to the alley.’ That’s my cue. I get them in a semi-circle, their dicks out, and I go down the line. I use one hand to jerk one off, my mouth on another. I time the swallows. It’s a whole system.” I’m watching his face. He’s getting that look—the one where they’re high-key turned on but also kinda hate me for it. So I lean forward, my top gaping. “Does it make you uncomfortable,” I ask, “being with a cheap slut like me? A whore who’s fucked over a thousand guys?”

He swallows hard. “A thousand?”

“Bet. My body count is spicy.” I stand up, pacing. “Your guys will probably guess it during the icebreaker game. It stings a little, ngl, when they shout out numbers only a trash bag hooker would hit. But it gets them hard. And when they’re hard, they lose control. They’ll call me names, pull my hair, maybe film themselves cumming on my face. I take it. Because that’s the job.”

I see his erection straining. I’ve got him. So I walk over, sink to my knees right between his legs, and look up. “Want a demonstration of my mouth work? So you know I can handle the load?” My hand goes to his belt. “I need you to see how good this slut can suck a dick.”