This text was inspired (with her permission) by the work of u/soft-n-slow of Reddit's r/gonewild.
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Part 6
"Ooh yeah yeah yeah YEAH -" Her best porn star impression trailed off into wordless moans as she bounced up and down on his cock, reverse cowgirl, nothing to distract her from the wonderful feeling in her cunt... or, at least, nothing except her own fatigue. Fuck, she was tired. She was so fucking tired. It'd been such a long night. But he'd stopped to pick up a pack of condoms on the way, complaining about what a rip-off it was when he'd only need one at best. And she'd decided right then and there - as a point of pride or spite or plain bloody-minded stubbornness - she was going to make sure they used every last one of the damned things. Just to prove that she
could.
Drool leaked down from the sides of her mouth. She could feel her legs shaking, as if they might give out at any second. Almost there, she thought. Just a little longer. She rubbed her clit desperately with one hand. Almost - so close - keep going - go - go - go - GO -
She felt her legs spasm as she wrung one last orgasm out of her exhausted body, her cunt pulsing around him, her vision filling with stars.
She was vaguely aware of tumbling off of him onto her side. She must have passed out for a bit, because when she opened her eyes again, she was alone in the bed.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him getting dressed by the door. Ignoring her aching muscles, she forced herself onto her knees, her skin covered in spit and sweat and cum and so much more besides. "Aww, c'mon, b-baby." Her teeth actually chattered from fatigue. "You haven't used my ass yet."
"I told you, love," Eddie said. "Got a flight to catch. 'Sides, we both know you're not ready back there."
"Well... wanna fuck my mouth, at least?" she begged desperately. "Or maybe use
these
again?" She fondled her breasts, licking one of her nipples.
"Nah. Though - hold that for a second." He pulled his phone out of his pocket. She forced a grin and held her tongue against her nipple as he took another photo. "You drained me dry, love. Didn't think it was possible, but you did it. Haven't seen a woman as thirsty as you for many a year, and that's no lie."
(Thirsty? Is that what she was?... didn't matter what word you called it by, she decided. She
needed
this,
needed
to fuck and suck and cum, needed to be touched, needed it so goddamn bad it defied description. Like she'd been starving for years, and only realized how hungry she was the moment she took the smallest bite of fruit...)
He tilted his head and studied her. "Though... come to think of it... maybe there
is
one last thing you could do for me."
"Anything, baby." Changed his mind on getting one last blowjob, she hoped. She forced some saliva into her dry mouth - tried to get it nice and wet and ready for him.
"I wanna hear you say it. I wanna hear you say you're a slut."
She blinked in surprise. "Wait. So you just want me to say..."
Eddie nodded. "Tell me you're a slut. That's it."
She hesitated. Something about the idea felt wrong... though she couldn't really think of a reason why it would. After all, it was true, wasn't it? Objectively and all that. Sucking the cock of a man she'd just met at his command... pleasuring herself naked in front of a live audience... fucking the same stranger for hours and hours on end, eagerly letting him use her body however he pleased...
"Well?" Eddie asked. "Go on, then."
"I'm a slut," she said uncertainly, a note of doubt in her voice.
"Again."
"I'm a slut!" she said with a little more force.
"One last time."
"I'm a slut!"
And this time, she knew it was true, straight down to her very core.
"There ya go," Eddie said. "Own it. Be proud of it. Don't bury it. Ya do that, you'll live longer... or at least better." To her surprise - and maybe his own - he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. She blinked again.
He stood there for a second, looking a little embarrassed. Then he turned and left without another word, closing the door behind him.
She sat there on her knees as Linton's footsteps grew distant. Then she finally allowed herself collapse on her back, the room spinning around her. Own it, she thought. No point in denying it. "I'm a slut," she whispered to herself. Her hand moved down her exhausted body to her well-used clit. "I'm a slut..."
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Emilia blinked groggily. Huh, she thought. What the shit was that about? Katya fucking Eddie, in an actual bed somewhere... she thought they hadn't made it to the hotel room. Just a dream, maybe?...
She rolled out of bed, naked. She hadn't bothered to get dressed in a day or so. She'd taken the entire week off, thrown in all of her paid-time-off and few remaining sick days all at once. Not her first choice, but... there was no helping it. She was just so damned
horny
all the time now. She'd been up to masturbating two, sometimes three, times a day at work. She kept forgetting her soaked panties in the bathrooms afterwards, too - like part of her wanted them to be discovered, or maybe wanted someone to catch a glimpse of her exposed pussy or the gleaming butt plug in her ass beneath her skirt...
She could feel the entire situation spiraling out of her control. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before she gave into temptation and did...
something.
She didn't know what exactly. Just that it'd probably end with her being fired, or at least completely humiliated.
But... she couldn't stop herself from using the spell either. She just couldn't stop. God... what the hell was she going to do when this week was over?
A stray thought occurred to her. What if... what if she went out and got fucked? As in, with her own body, her own pussy. Just threw herself at someone in a bar or something. She'd never actually done that before, as far as she could remember... maybe that would help? Maybe she would finally regain control of herself then?...
No sooner did she think of it, however, that her mind rejected the possibility. No. No way. She couldn't do it the way Katya did. She could never be that confident, that relaxed... one of her exes had compared her to a dead fish in bed, to her face. And it was the honest truth. She'd never even been able to orgasm with any of them, not without resorting to a toy or something. Katya, on the other hand, seemed able to cum at the drop of a hat, with just about anyone...
And besides, Emilia felt like shit. Just exhausted and sore all over. She was pretty sure she hadn't been sleeping well. Maybe she was even coming down with the flu or something. She dragged herself into the bathroom and looked into the mirror, noting the sunken bags beneath her eyes.
All the same, she picked up the brush and started painting herself. She knew all the lines and sigils so well at this point, she could probably do it in her sleep. No time to lose, she guessed... Katya was waiting for her...
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Huh. So this was new.
Blinking herself awake, Katya found herself curled up mostly naked next to a sleeping, extremely tall olive-skinned man she didn't recognize. Nothing strange about that, of course... but staying the night afterwards just usually wasn't her style. Not that she could remember very much about the previous evening... or even where the lace panties she was presently wearing had come from.
Careful not to waken the slumbering giant - he had to be at least six foot five at minimum - she slid out of the bed and put her feet on the floor. Her legs wobbled. Oof. Whoever André here was, he'd obviously fucked the
shit
out of her last night. That must've been fun... pity she couldn't recall any of it. (She felt like his name started with a Z sound? Zack, maybe?) As a reward for good service, she slipped off the panties and left them by the side of the bed, then wandered off to find the rest of her clothes.
She found her bikini top, shorts, and bodystocking scattered across the hallway outside of the bedroom. The last of those items was a new experiment. She'd accidentally torn her fishnets on a hood ornament the other day while fucking an Uber driver on top of his car. (Let no one say she didn't know how to tip.) Rather than replace them, she'd instead decided to try out a full-length netting that covered her whole body, with the exception of the crotch. Reaction inside the clubs had been positive thus far, especially once the rest of her clothes were off...
Anyway, her leather jacket and boots were by the front door. No sign of her bikini bottom, though... wait, had she traded underwear with someone last night? She felt like that might've happened. Oh, well... guess she was stopping by the thrift shop again. See if they had anything in the right shade of red...
Okay, clothes acquired. Next step. She could hear a shower going somewhere else in the apartment. She followed the sound to a bathroom and went inside.
"Frances?" a male voice asked from inside of the shower.
So much for Zack. "Nope," she answered.
"O-oh!" He swallowed nervously. "Um... one second, okay? I'm almost done."
"Better idea." She pulled aside the shower curtain, revealing an awkward, skinny-looking type with a shocked expression on his face, not to mention a rather obvious erection. She smiled and pulled at one of her nipples. "How about this - you share the hot water, I'll show you what I can do with
these."
Not up fifteen minutes and already giving a titjob - well, unless she decided to let him cum inside her mouth instead. Either way, not a bad start to the day.
She stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed behind her.
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So she guessed Hindley must've found out about her little tryst with Kenneth and Nellie in the VIP room. He'd asked to talk with her in his office. Privately.
That's how Katya wound up cuffed face down on his desk, stripped down to just her fishnets and red panties, the latter pulled down to expose her ass. She let out another exaggerated yelp as Hindley brought the belt down on her glutes once more. "Thank you, sir! I'm sorry, sir! Please punish me more, sir!" Damn, she thought in amusement. Between this guy and Nels, she was getting a real crash course in being a painslut these days...
"So how many was that, bitch?" Hindley said.
"Mmh, twenty, sir!" She wiggled her black-and-blue ass. "Thank you, sir!"
"You think I enjoy doing this? You think I like bein' the bad guy here?"
She smirked. "Yes."
