My Steamy Story: The neon diner sign buzzed, painting ACT...

My Story Time:

Okay, so full disclosure, I'm not exactly proud of where I was that night. The diner sign was buzzing like a dying fly, and I could feel my lipstick was smeared AF. Then he walks in, this guy with eyes so dark they were basically black holes of hate-fucking energy. He looks me up and down, his face all disgust, and just goes, "Fuck, you're a dirty pig. Do you swallow? How much?"

My heart literally did a backflip. I licked my lips and breathed back, "Thank you for your honesty. I always try to swallow as many loads as I can. Sometimes I puke and give a discount, though."

"Jesus. You're a cheap slut," he growled, and I saw him adjust the massive bulge in his jeans. OMG, I was instantly soaked. He called me a slut. It was so iconic. I thanked him for it, my voice all shaky, and reached under the sticky table for his crotch. "Want me to take your cock out? Just hold it while we talk prices?"

He slapped my hand away, but his dick twitched. I felt that power surge, you know? He asked how many guys I'd swallowed that night and when I whispered, "Around twenty," his whole vibe changed. I leaned in, my tits practically falling out of my top. "But some just fucked my asshole. Do you want a dip in my ass too? It's extra."

He called me a cheap bitch, but he was already throwing cash on the table. "Car park. Now. Over the bonnet."

Next thing I know, I'm bent over the cold hood of his sedan, my bare thighs sticking to the metal. He didn't even kiss me, just unzipped and this thick, veiny cock sprung out, already leaking. He spat on his hand, slicked himself up, and pressed his fat head right against my tight little asshole. "Such a tight ass for a used-up skank," he grunted, and then he was in, one brutal thrust stretching me open so wide I saw stars.

I screamed, my nails scraping paint. "Yes! Deeper! Fuck my shithole!" Every pump was this filthy, full feeling that made me drool onto the hood. I could feel his balls slapping my pussy lips, and my own cunt was gushing, no cap.

He fucked me hard and fast, his breathing ragged in my ear. "I'm gonna come."

"In my mouth!" I gasped, pushing back onto him. "That's one! Next!"

He pulled his slick cock from my ass, and I spun, dropping to my knees on the asphalt. He shoved his dick, still wet with my ass juices, down my throat. I deepthroated him, my throat opening on instinct, and he erupted. Hot, salty cum shot straight down my gullet. I swallowed every drop, convulsing. "That's one load swallowed! Next!"

It was like a fucked-up magic trick. Another guy, drawn by the noise, was already unbuckling. The second cock plunged into my mouth. I gagged, spit and cum dripping down my chin. "That's two! Next!"

A small crowd gathered. A third cock replaced the second, fucking my face ruthlessly. "Fuck, her throat is so sloppy. Take it, whore!" I choked, swallowing another burst. "Three! Next!"

Cock after cock. My belly started to swell, this warm, sloshing pool. "Four! I'm getting full… Next!"

The fifth guy was the roughest, yanking my hair, pounding my tonsils. The pressure in my gut was too much. "Five… I… I can't…" I pulled back and retched. A torrent of white, chunky vomit—a mix of fresh cum and digested loads—splattered everywhere. Someone laughed, "She puked! Look at all that cum!"

I wiped my mouth, trembling, but high-key feeling like the main character. I looked at the first guy, whose cock was rock-hard again. "Tell me what I am!"

"You're the dirtiest whore in this place."

"Say it again!" I begged, spreading my arms, my top stained, my face a mess. He stepped forward, stroking himself fast. "A filthy, cheap, cum-drenched slut!" With a final groan, he sprayed my chest and neck with another hot load. "Yes! More! All over me!" I cried, as other men closed in, their cocks in hand, ready to glaze me like a donut. Period.