The moment we stepped into the luxurious hotel room, the tension between us thickened. His presence behind me was a silent command, and I felt my heart race as the door clicked shut. I turned to face him, anticipation building in every inch of my body.
"Strip," he ordered, his voice calm, dominant.
Without hesitation, I reached for the zipper of my dress. The fabric slid down my body, leaving me in my black lace lingerie—bra, thong, garter belt, stockings, and heels. I stood there, waiting for his next command, feeling his eyes on me.
“Take off your bra and thong.”
I obeyed, unclasping the lace bra and sliding my thong down my legs. Now, with only my garter belt, stockings, and heels, I was completely exposed to him. The cool air kissed my skin, sending a shiver through me.
He stepped closer, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me down to my knees in front of him. I knew what he wanted. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked up at him, his cock already hard. I licked my lips, my mouth watering with desire as I took him in my hands, leaning forward to wrap my lips around him.
I sucked him deep, my tongue tracing his length, my lips sealing around his cock as I took him further into my throat. He groaned softly, his grip on my hair tightening as he pushed me deeper, making me gag as he controlled my pace. Saliva dripped from my chin, mixing with the precum leaking from him. My makeup smudged, ruined, but I didn’t care—I was desperate to please him.
He fucked my mouth harder, and before I could catch my breath, he pulled out and came across my face. His cum dripped down my cheeks and chin, some splattering across my lips and tits.
“Get up,” he growled, yanking me to my feet by my hair. I barely had time to wipe the cum from my eyes before he dragged me toward the balcony.
The night air hit my naked skin as he shoved me against the railing. I gasped, my tits hanging over the edge, completely exposed to the city below. My heart pounded as I glanced out over the skyline, the possibility of someone seeing me in this position—a cum-streaked mess—turning me on even more.
His hands were rough as they grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him. He pinched my nipples hard, making me whimper, but the pain twisted into pleasure almost instantly. His cock pressed against my ass, teasing me, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips.
“Tell me what you are,” he demanded, his voice rough in my ear.
Shame burned through me, but the words spilled out, raw and needy. “I’m your desperate little slut,” I gasped, my body betraying my humiliation as his cock slid inside me.
“Louder.”
“I’m your needy little whore!” I cried, my voice louder, broken by the deep thrust of his cock. The shame should have made me cringe, but instead, it only made me wetter. The slick sound of my dripping pussy filled the night air as he fucked me harder from behind.
The railing dug into my skin as he thrust into me, my tits bouncing over the edge with each rough movement. My legs shook, my body trembling with need. I hated how turned on I was by the sheer degradation of it all, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“I’m a horny little cum dump!” I screamed, my voice echoing into the night. “I need to be fucked! Used!”
The words tumbled out of me, each admission making me even more desperate for him. My pussy clenched around his cock as he pounded into me, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the space around us. The city lights blurred in front of me, my vision going hazy with the intensity of my arousal.
“I’m just a dirty little whore,” I whimpered, tears of frustration and desire prickling at my eyes. “I need to be fucked like this—treated like the slut I am.”
My words weren’t for him—they were for me. I had to admit it, had to face the truth of what I was and what I needed. My body craved this—his dominance, my submission, the filthy words spilling from my lips.
His hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me back harder as he thrust deeper. My body quaked, my orgasm building, burning inside me. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m your desperate little whore!” I screamed, my voice breaking as the orgasm crashed over me. My entire body tightened, pleasure ripping through me in uncontrollable waves. “I’m your cum dump! Fuck me!”
I felt him tense behind me, his cock swelling as he thrust a few more times before releasing deep inside me. His cum filled me, mixing with my own dripping arousal, my body still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.
I sagged against the railing, my tits still exposed, my face covered in his cum. The city lights sparkled below us, but I didn’t care who might have heard or seen me. All that mattered was the truth I had finally admitted, the reality of what I was—his desperate, needy little slut.
