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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, time to spill the tea. So there I am, standing in this boujee hotel room feeling the cheap lace of my briefs digging in, my new tits feeling heavy and fake AF. This guy from the agency is giving me the look—like he’s trying to decide if I’m a fun slut or a trash bag. He hits me with the question about navigating from dance floor kisses to… well, everything else. My stomach did a little flip, not gonna lie, ‘cause I could still taste the last guy’s cum from my pre-interview warm-up. I was high-key feeling the vibe of being a total cum dumpster.

I put on my best ditzy smile, adjusting my ponytail. “Honestly?” I said, my voice all breathy. “You just gotta lean into it. Let the first guy get a little handsy. I usually, like, guide his hand right to my pussy over my clothes, you know? Give him a little moan. It’s like a signal. Once the boys see I’m not saying no, it’s game on. They’ll start calling you names—‘slut’, ‘whore’, the usual. And yeah, they ask questions. ‘How many dicks you sucked tonight?’ ‘You like taking it in the ass?’ I just giggle and tell them the truth. ‘Enough to make me gag, baby, and only if you’re gentle at first…’”

I saw his eyes drop to my lips as I talked. Period. I knew I had him. So I took a risk. I walked over, those thigh-high boots clicking, and put a hand on his knee. “Wanna see how I’d start?” I whispered, my neon pink lips right by his ear. “I’d get real close, just like this, and I’d say… ‘You gonna be the first to test my throat, or you wanna watch the line form?’” I let my other hand drift up his thigh until I felt the hard outline of his cock through his pants. Sheesh. Got him.

“See?” I said, looking up at him, my mascara probably dripping but I didn’t care. “You’re already imagining it. The names, the questions… they just make the dick harder. And I can take it all. I’m the GOAT of taking it.” I gave his bulge a firm squeeze through the fabric, feeling him throb. “So, do I get the party? Or do you need a… hands-on demonstration of my people skills?” I licked my lips, slow, letting him watch. The answer was in his eyes, and in the way his hips pushed up into my hand. Bet.