Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
“Go for it and fuck her hard,” Ant tells the man behind me. “Look at the dirty bitch, she’s desperate for more.”
Yes, please… I hear myself saying. I’m desperate. I’m a desperate horny slut.
The guy hitches closer, and it works better, giving me a genuine moan.
Yes please, like that! Like that!
But he doesn’t last long enough to get me off. He grunts as he unloads inside me, then pulls out straight away with a curse.
I use the chance to scuffle forward enough for a few more gulps of champagne, barely getting the chance to put the bottle down before a fresh pair of hands grab hold of me from behind.
This guy is rougher than the last one, slamming as fast has he can right from the start.
I wonder how many guys are out there on the landing, and if they’re working their dicks in their hands before they come in here. I wonder if they know what I’m going to look like, and how well Ant’s bigged me up as a slut for them.
I wonder if any of them will ever know my name.
I hope not.
The thought makes me feel sick.
This guy lasts longer than the first one. My pussy is throbbing like crazy when he comes and pulls out of me, and I could do with a break, but there’s already another cock there waiting. I’m so slick now. So wet I can hear it with every pump.
I have two loads of cum in my pussy already, and I’m getting ready for a third. I help the guy on his way with moans and bucks right back at him, and it helps for me too. I arch my back and take it deeper, doing my best to angle the cock myself, and it works until I’m panting with a yes, yes, yes, getting close, so close… but no. The high is gone when the guy shoots his load and pulls out of me, way too soon.
Three loads of cum in my pussy. I feel it dribble out and curse myself, since Ant wanted it all safe inside me, but there’s no time to worry about that as cock number four slides easily into me.
Cock number four grinds rather than pounds. He smacks my ass when he comes after barely fucking me at all.
Cock number five feels smaller, the guy cursing with every thrust. Fuck, fuck, fuck on loop.
I really am dribbling cum from my pussy by cock number six, and the room is spinning as I take another gulp of champagne. I’ve got no idea how many cocks are left for me, but I’m past caring. My pussy is so raw that every thrust feels like a combination of heaven and hell.
Cock number seven angles so sharply that it makes me cry out, but I don’t stop bucking for him. Cock number eight, at least I think it’s eight… slams me as hard as cock number two… because maybe it’s the same guy… I’m losing track of it all.
Another swig of champagne and the second bottle of De Chante is done. I look up through a blurry haze to find Ant replacing it, and fuck, I’m relieved.
The next cock is the first one to get me off, because the guy works me perfectly. I’m moaning and begging for more with every slam, and it’s a heady burst of fuck, yes!
I’m still gasping from that orgasm when another guy positions himself behind me, and I’m so fucked up drunk that I grind back at him for the chance to do it again.
And I get it. My pussy is throbbing so hard that I’m swollen enough that the guy hits the spot right over again.
I’m so lost to the world around me that I’m barely looking at Ant when he drops down in front of me. The smile on his face is divine as he tells me I’m such a good fucking slut.
I feel like one.
I want to be one.
No matter what it takes, I want him to look at me like this for all time.
“Keep your ass in the air, baby,” he whispers when the latest cock pulls free from me. “Keep your pussy nice and full of all that cum.”
I nod and do what I’m told for him, trying my best not to lose a single drop.
“Does it hurt yet?” Ant asks me with another whisper, and I nod but smile.
“Yeah… but I don’t care… I like it.”
I’m talking out of instinct, not sense, since sense left me a fair few cocks ago. Or even weeks ago, my drunken self thinks.
“Still want more, sweetheart?”
I nod. “Yes. More, please. Don’t let them stop.”
He smirks at me, I see it through the champagne haze and I grin right back.
“Fuck, baby, your cunt is going to be hurting in the morning. I knew you’d be a good slut, but I didn’t realise you’d be this fucking good. The guys outside are all singing your praises.”