You are such a whore, I thought to myself as I drove home with a stranger's cum in my belly. I had just sucked a guy in a cheap motel room, and I didn't even know his name. It felt great. I liked feeling like a whore. I liked feeling used. I loved pleasing men. It didn't matter to me that I hadn't came. Feeling him cum was enough for me. I went home, got in bed then fingered myself while jerking off and thinking about what had happened. I had felt like such a sissy while I was on my knees sucking him. He was a real man, and I wasn't. I exploded with orgasm and then fell asleep.
The next day my phone buzzed while I was emptying a trash can. The text was from an unknown number. "Busy 2nite" it read. I knew who it was from. My heart beat fast, as I got excited, knowing he wanted to see me again.
"No" I replied.
"Want 2 hng out"
"Sure :)"
We made plans to get together at eight. After work I ran home, and watched the clock. At six thirty I started getting ready. I had promised to dress like a girl for him, so I looked through my small lingerie collection. I selected a red lace halter, with matching stockings and panties. I dressed, admired myself, then put on some make-up. Jessica had taught me some techniques, and I could make myself look pretty girly. I wished I had heels, but I settled for my black Doc Martens. It always excites me getting sexy for my guy. I covered up with some baggy sweats and a hoodie, then drove to the motel. I was really excited and wanted to suck him again. And I was really hoping he would fuck me.
"Hey!" He said opening the door. He was smiling and didn't seem nervous at all. He was wearing only his shorts again, showing off his ripped body.
"Hi!" I said in my sweetest voice. "It's good to see you again!"
"Yeah!" He said with a goofy smile.
"So, what do you want to do?" I asked in a flirtatious voice. I was amazed that I didn't feel nervous or shy at all.
"Um, well, last night you said something about fucking." He stuttered awkwardly.
I smiled, then removed my clothes, and felt his eyes on me. He was looking at me the same way Nathan had when I dressed for him, and it gave me chills.
"So, do you like?" I asked sweetly.
"Fuck yes!" He said with a big grin. I could see the hungry lust in his eyes. I dropped to my knees once again, and found he was already hard. I took him deep, and sucked him for awhile, then stroked his dick while I looked up at him.
"Want to fuck me?" I asked, in a begging voice.
"Oh yeah!" He said with a big grin. "Fuck yes!"
I smiled up at him, and grabbed the condoms and KY from my hoodie, then rolled the condom on his cock. I was so excited to get dicked by this stud my hands were shaking. I squirted the lube on him, then rubbed some on my hole. Then I climbed onto the bed and got on all fours, offering him my ass.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed. "I've always wanted to fuck some ass. I've heard it's tight."
"Oh, I'm really tight. Put your dick in my tight ass!" I begged, pulling my thong to the side.
"Holy shit!" He said, with a laugh. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this!" He climbed on the bed and got behind me, "Damn you are really hot. From behind you look like a girl. Fuck!" He put the tip of his dick on my wet hole and gave it a shove. The way he kind of struggled to penetrate my tight ass reminded me of the first few times with Nathan. He gave it another shove, and his cock spread me open.
"Oh fuck!" I cried, feeling the sharp pain of being stretched. He kept pushing, and quickly buried himself in me. I moaned loudly, feeling him go really deep really fast. He quickly yanked it out, and rammed it home again.
"Damn man, that is so fucking tight! Holy shit!" He said, laughing and ripping his cock back out of me again. He slammed it back in, and started furiously pumping away at me. It was brutal, and hurt really bad. There was nothing gentle about the way he was fucking me. His hands squeezed my waist while his cock destroyed my ass. I put my face down on the bed and clenched my teeth as he grunted and jabbed away at me. It wasn't exactly pleasurable, it didn't exactly feel good, but I was still enjoying it. It reminded me of the fast, rough quickies that Nathan and I had. He was just full of lust, and needing to cum. Being used this way really turns me on.
"Oh yeah, fuck me!" I screamed. "Oh God you fuck me so hard!"
"Yeah, you like that dick slut?" He said, getting into the dirty talk. He jammed it in a little harder.
"Oh hell yes!" I moaned.
"Yeah, take that big dick slut!" He grunted, slamming it hard in me.
Fuck he was rough. He rammed away as I moaned like a bitch. Finally I felt his grip tighten on my waist.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" He said. "Oh shit!"
"Cum in my mouth."" I moaned. He pulled out of me, and I rolled over on my back, my mouth open and ready. He put his cock in my mouth, and I swallowed it, then stroked it with my hand.
"Ooooo fuck!" He moaned, and shot his hot jizz in my mouth. After one big squirt, he dribbled cum for a few seconds and I swallowed all of it. "Shit!" He said, then collapsed on the bed.
"Yum!" I said, watching him huff and puff. He had an amazed look on his face, as if he didn't understand what just happened. I always liked when I could make Nathan look like that. It made me feel proud.
"Damn that was hot. Fuck. I don't know if I've ever came like that!" He said.
"I'm glad you liked it!" I replied sweetly. He laughed again, then began to look a little awkward.
"So, um, did you like it?" He asked, sounding nervous.
"Oh I loved it!" I replied.
"Oh, well good." He said, as if he wasn't sure what to say. He looked at my dick, which was hard in my panties. "So, what about you?"
"Me? Oh don't worry about me. Ill take care of myself."
"Can I watch?"
"Um, sure if you want to." I took my skinny, six inch cock out of my panties and began to stroke it. "Oooh yeah!" I moaned, enjoying the feeling of my ravished ass, while slowly teasing my cock. I liked this. Nathan used to watch me jerk off after he finished in me. "Oh fuck!" I cried, feeling my orgasm coming. I always came so good with something up my ass, or right after getting fucked.
"Shit, this is hot!" He said, staring intently at me. I looked him in the eyes, and then started shaking as my own cum shot from my body. I kind of blacked out for a second, and then slowly recovered. He was getting up and heading to the fridge for another beer. "Want one?" He asked, opening a can.
"Sure." I said, slowly getting up. He handed me the cold can, and I quickly gulped it down. He was putting his shorts on.
"Man, that was fun." He said. "Um, we are finishing tomorrow, but I would love to do it again if I come back this way."
"I'd like that." I said, knowing I would probably never see him again. I didn't even know his name, and something about that seemed really hot.
"Well, um..." He said awkwardly.
"Yeah, I have to work tomorrow." I said, grabbing my sweats.
"Cool." He said, nonchalantly.
I said goodbye, and got in my car, feeling the wet feeling of my freshly fucked ass. I drove home feeling well used, and when I got home I was so turned on I jerked off again.
The next day, James texted me, saying he would be around my way in a week. But this time, he wanted to get a room, and have some real fun. I was so excited to see him again, I couldn't sleep. I barely ate. I couldn't concentrate at work. All I could think about was his big dick. The day before he was supposed to arrive, I went to Wal-Mart and picked out a new outfit. I bought a pair of black stockings, with matching panties and garter belt, and a hot pink party dress. Some guys saw me picking it out, and snickered, but I didn't care. I ran right home and tried it on. The stockings looked wonderful, and the g string felt sexy going down my ass. The garter was black, with pink ruffles that matched my dress. I put on the dress, and it fit perfectly, hugging my thin body and showing most of my legs. It looked a bit trashy, but it was from Wal-Mart, and I already felt like a trashy whore, meeting men in motels.
The next day he text me to tell me he was in town, and what room he was in. He was in a different motel, than the one I met the stranger at. The one he was at was a bit notorious for prostitutes, hooking up with horny travelers from the interstate. That made me feel even more like a whore. I ran home from work, showered and did my make-up, then put on my outfit. I wished I had heels, but settled for my combat boots. The drive over was exciting, this was my first time being in public dressed. I wondered what would happen if I got pulled over? I got a little hard thinking about being cuffed, while wearing this outfit.
But the walk across the parking lot was really exciting. I saw a woman dressed almost identical to me, walking to a room with an older guy in a suit. "Hey baby, looking fine!" Said a voice from the second floor. I looked up and saw a black woman smiling at me, in shorts so short I could see everything.
"Thank you!" I said, smiling back.
