Oiii!
Today I decided to share a reply I gave to a reader who emailed me. The guy wrote something pretty direct:
“Your boyfriend had to swallow his ego at a huge cost to date a whore, he was that into you. It can’t be easy living with the fact every day that your girlfriend’s bouncing on a bunch of scumbags’ cocks who paid to fuck her.”
And it’s true. He really did swallow a lot of ego.
Even knowing I’d spent the whole day working, already bouncing on a bunch of dicks before he even touched me, Lucas still comes to pick me up at the end of my shift. And that, to me, has a special flavor.
Today was a classic day.
I finished with my last client at a motel right near my place. I gave Lucas the suite number and he booked the one right next door. As soon as the client left, I put on just a sexy red lingerie set, the kind that hugs every curve. The lace bra barely covered my hard nipples and the thong disappeared completely between my round ass cheeks.
I grabbed my bag, holding my dress in my hand, and headed out through the garage. The cool night air hit my skin, still hot from the sex, giving me goosebumps all over. My heels clicked softly on the concrete as I walked, swaying my hips slow, taking my time.
My heart was racing. I looked up at the tall buildings around me and the thought hit me: was someone watching? The little whore jumping from suite to suite, pussy still wet from the last client, running straight into her boyfriend’s arms next door… that idea got me insanely turned on.
I got to his suite. The door was cracked open. I walked in and there he was: relaxed in the hot tub, lights low, warm water bubbling. I smiled, took off my dress, and got in with him. We kissed slow at first, then harder. He always asks how the client was — if they treated me right, if I came… I think it’s cute how much he worries.
This time I lied a little, just to tell him what he wanted to hear. It hadn’t been that great of a session, but I answered with a dirty little smile:
“I came so fucking hard, babe… but I’m still really fucking horny.”
He laughed and called me an insatiable whore. I laughed with him because… it’s the straight-up truth lol.
His hand was already sliding up my thigh, slow, until it got where he wanted. Then came the question he loves to ask:
“Did any of them fuck your little asshole today?”
I paused for a second, feeling the hot tub water hitting my back. I looked him straight in the eyes, bit my lower lip hard, and answered all sweet and innocent, in that low voice I knew drove him crazy:
“No, babe… my little asshole’s still virgin today. Can you believe it?”
I saw his cock get hard instantly, even underwater. That thick shaft rose up, throbbing, poking against my thigh. His whole expression changed — playful to straight-up feral. He grabbed the back of my neck, firm, pulling my face to his and kissing me with that raw hunger I needed so bad. His tongue invaded my mouth without asking, possessive, while I went soft against his body, letting him do whatever he wanted.
When he let go of my mouth, I was already panting.
“I’m gonna fuck you right here.”
I didn’t need anything else. I turned around slow, knees and hands on the edge of the tub, arching my back and pushing my ass out for him. The position made my spine curve deep, my wet ponytail falling to the side of my neck. I felt his big hands gripping my narrow waist, sliding down and spreading my ass with his thumbs.
He started running his thick fingers over my swollen pussy, teasing me, parting my lips slow. I let out a low, raspy moan and pushed back harder against his hand without saying a word.
He gave my ass a hard slap. The sound echoed off the bathroom walls. Then another, even harder. The sting spread hot across my pale skin.
“Spank me more…” I begged softly, voice all sweet.
He obeyed. The slaps got heavier, making my ass burn. At the same time he shoved two fingers into my soaked pussy and started fucking me with them, deep and steady. I moaned loud, grinding back on his hand, feeling my wetness drip down his fingers and mix with the water. My whole skinny body was shaking.
When he pulled his fingers out, he went straight for my asshole. He rubbed the pussy-wet finger around my tight little entrance, circling slow. I trembled all over and a strong shiver ran up my spine.
“Fuck me, Lucas…” I whispered, almost begging. “Fuck my asshole, the way only you know how.”
I felt the thick, hot head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed in slow, opening my ass inch by inch. The burn hit hard, stretching everything. I moaned louder and louder the deeper he went, the hot tub water splashing around us with every movement.
My body was shaking. My ass clenched tight around him, pulsing around that thick cock. I bit my lip, eyes half-closed, feeling that perfect mix of pain and pleasure that always left me dripping. He kept pushing until he was buried all the way, hips flush against my sore ass.
Once my asshole got used to his thickness, Lucas gripped my narrow waist hard and really started fucking me.
He fucked me good — deep and rough. Every thrust made my skinny body rock, water from the hot tub spilling over the edge everywhere. He was growling dirty talk right in my ear, completely gone:
“You little whore… I love fucking this tight little asshole… take it all, you nasty slut.”
The harder he pounded, the more I pushed my ass back and moaned for more, just taking it, grinding lightly against him. Until he grabbed my ass hard, buried himself deep, and came. I felt his cock throbbing, shooting hot and thick right inside my asshole.
I stayed there on all fours, still, feeling him pulsing inside me while the warm water hit us. My body trembled lightly, my ass still squeezing him slow.
Thinking about how fucking crazy this way we love each other is.