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

My Story Time:

Alright, so I’m in this bougie-ass hotel room, and this guy – let’s call him Mr. Booker – is giving me the most intense side-eye. He’s finna hire me for this… epic party. 35 dudes. Iconic, right? I need this gig, so I’m spilling all the tea, no cap.

I plop my bag on the bed, making sure the zipper’s open just enough. Lube, condoms – a whole slut starter kit, period. He clocks it immediately, and I see his Adam’s apple bob. Bet he’s getting hard already.

He’s like, “Walk me through it. The crowd control.” And I’m like, okay, bestie, let’s get graphic.

“First,” I say, leaning forward so my top gapes, “I’m a total slut, right? I own it. I’ll get ‘em kissing me. Just planting one on some random guy on the dance floor, making a whole scene. It’s like a vibe check. Once one does it, they all want a turn. A line forms, and I’m working the circle, tongue out, letting them all feel how fucking easy I am.”

I watch his eyes drop to my mouth. Sheesh. He’s hooked.

“They get thirsty, they get brave. Next thing you know, we’re in an alley. Dicks out. My pussy’s already wet just from the kissing, I swear. My strategy? One hand on a cock, my mouth on another. I’m jerking, I’m sucking, I’m telling them how good their dick tastes. I’m chanting ‘I’m such a slut for this’ until they believe it. I make them say it back. It makes them cum faster.”

I can see the bulge in his pants now. Big yikes for him, but slay for me. I get a little self-conscious, feeling cheap for a sec. “Is this… too much?” I ask, biting my lip. “Do I come across as, like, a trash bag whore? Be honest.”

He just shakes his head, his voice all rough. “Keep going.”

So I do. I get up, walking him through the pretend roleplay. “Okay, so you’re a shy one,” I murmur, getting close. My hand ghosts over his crotch, not touching, but he flinches. “You’re ashamed you’re this hard for a whore like me. But you are. So I’d get on my knees, look up, and be like…” I drop my voice to a whisper, right by his zipper. “You wanna see what this slutty mouth can do? You wanna be my next thousand?”

I hear his sharp inhale. He’s fully bricked up. Mission fucking accomplished. I sit back, giving him a smirk. “See? Crowd managed. They’re all thinking with their dicks. And this slut… she’s in control. Until she’s not.” I shrug, the confession feeling raw. “Sometimes they get rough. Call me names. Pull my hair. Film it. It sucks. But I’m good at my job. So… do I get the party?”

He just stares for a second, then nods, his hand finally coming to rest on his own obvious, aching hard-on. “Yeah. You’re hired.”

I just smile, leaning back. The seed is planted. The party’s gonna be legendary.