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)
Luckily Ant laughs and points to the tripod nearest the mattress, and there’s another bottle there, already uncorked.
“You can drink as much as you want, baby, it’s your choice. Just make sure you’re not so trashed you lose control. I never want that. The call is always on you.”
A squirm of a voice in my head laughs at me. Yeah, right.
“It’s almost time, baby, and I tell you what,” he whispers. “Since you’ve been such a good little bitch so far, you have my permission to play with your clit until the first cock arrives.”
“Thank you,” I tell him, genuinely grateful.
“Like I said, sweetheart, the De Chante is there for you. Drink what you like, it’s your choice. Just make sure you’re ready like a horny bitch and in position when I open that door again.”
“Thank you.”
“And no turning around, yes?”
“Got it.”
“Good girl.”
His smile is magnificent as he gets up to leave.
“Just imagine what a beautiful surprise the video is going to be for you. All the nameless cocks will soon have a face onscreen. You’ll get to see the kind of guys who’ve been pounding your cunt tonight, and how much they’ve been enjoying it.”
I don’t care how much the nameless cocks enjoy it, though, all I care about is how much Ant does.
“Be ready,” he says, and I nod at him with a nice dirty grin. My final chance to impress him before he walks away.
“I’ll be ready. Please, just don’t be too long.”
I get into character, relying on the buzz of champagne already bubbling in my stomach. My eyes are firmly on his.
“My cunt is too needy to wait,” I tell him, and start rubbing my clit. “Please, Ant, bring those cocks to me as quickly as you can.”
My words work on him. I can see how visibly wound up he is, rubbing his dick through his pants.
“Holy fuck, princess. You’re the greatest thing I’ve ever known.”
It’s not the thought of being pummelled by random guys’ cocks that has my clit tingling as I circle my fingers now, it’s him. The thought of Ant looking at me like the goddess I want to be is what gets me horny, and it works.
I picture the want in his eyes as I prepare myself for a night of cock – helped along the way by De Chante. I scoot up the bed and take a swig from the fresh bottle, then take another straight after, taking advantage of the opportunity.
Yes. It helps.
I’m careful not to work my clit too hard, because I don’t want to come in a heady haze just to be left post climax with no drive to buck back against the poundings. I’m slow and steady, spitting on my fingers to make my clit nice and slick.
I wonder if any of these guys are going to play with me, or if they’re just going to slam my cunt until they come?
See, the De Chante and Ant’s magic are working… I’m using the word cunt.
They’re going to pound my cunt and I’m going to take it. I’ll moan like a dirty slut for Ant and take whatever I’m given, because that’s what I am – I’m a dirty slut.
Ant’s dirty slut.
Yes.
I’m Ant’s dirty slut because that’s what he needs from me. That’s what I want to be.
I’m as ready as I’ll ever be when footsteps approach from outside on the landing. There really is a procession and I can hear it. Muffled voices laughing.
I stick to my instructions, even though I’m already half trashed on champagne, fighting every urge to look behind me as the door swings open.
“Here she is,” Ant says. “Use that filthy cunt and fill her up.”
I hear a belt buckle loosening, and a zipper coming down. Knees thump down onto the mattress behind me, and I gasp as a strong pair of hands grab hold of my hips. Fuck, he’s not going to take it gently. The guy’s breaths are already raspy. He barely rubs his cock against my slit before he pushes his way inside.
Ahhh.
My voice sounds distant, hidden in the haze, but I make sure I have a smile on my face for the cameras.
Yes, please… fuck me…
Here it is, round one. The slap of flesh on flesh starts, nice and deep inside me. I take my fingers away from my clit like Ant told me to, and prop myself up nice and high, giving myself more balance to push back at the dick slamming into me.
I want to make Ant proud and make these guys come as hard as I can and show Ant what a truly good slut I am, because that’s what I am. I’m a good slut.
The angle isn’t right, but I don’t care. The cock is a thick one for cock number one of many, but I don’t care about that, either. All I care about is taking it however it’s given.