Being His Slut [f]or the Weekend [m]

Hello you lovely, saucy folks! I got another story for you!

This happened a while back with /u/czernabog, but think you will all enjoy.

(PS. You heard it here first, but keep your eyes peeled for some new pics, courtesy of the man himself ;) )

This story takes place in a different city than where we live. We were going to a wedding, and weirdly enough, a funeral too, all in the same weekend. They happened to be in cities near each other, but required some extensive travel for us. We decided that, during our off-time, we were going to do a little role-playing, a la handsome-business-man-and
-his-escort style.

We finally arrived in our hotel, which was one of those fancy-ass places with a bar/club on the ground floor. We dropped our stuff off, discussing dinner plans and such. Then Czernabog started the show.

He came up behind me as I was looking out the window, and ran a finger up my tights and under my dress.

“You know I’m going to fuck you against that window tonight, right?”

I blushed. Nodded.

“Good. Now get on your knees.”

I knelt infront of him, undoing his belt to let his quickly-growing cock free. It was already huge, and it was only getting thicker.

I ran my tongue up his length from balls to tip, feeling the heat radiating off of him. He knit his fingers in my hair and leaned his head back, sighing.

It didn’t take long before he was facefucking me in earnest, pulling my head each time he thrust. He began to swell again, and I knew he was close to cumming. It was only a few strokes later that I felt his cock pulse as he shot his cum down my throat.

He let me go, but only long enough for me to catch my breath. Suddenly, he grabbed me again and tossed me onto the bed. I realized then that he was *still* hard, and that I wasn’t going to leave this hotel room that night with just my face being fucked.

He grinned wickedly, then pulled out the handcuffs he had secretly snuck into our bags. He handcuffed me to the headboard, then pulled my dress up and spread my legs, running his hands all over, pinching and grabbing greedily. I was in heaven.

Suddenly, I heard fabric rip. He was tearing my tights! I had no panties on, but I was wearing a pair of tights similar to fishnets, and instead of pulling them off, his impatience won and he just tore a hole! Before I could protest, his cock was buried to the hilt in my pussy. I squealed in shock at the sudden wave of mind-blowing pleasure, but he never let up.

“Remember, you’re my little slut this weekend. I paid good money for you, and I intend to get my money’s worth.”

I’m not even sure how many times I came, but he made absolutely sure to tell me all the naughty things he had planned for the weekend, and I definitely came my brains out several times over. After a good while of being used like a good slut, he began to fuck me harder than ever. I couldn’t even think straight it felt so good. He flipped me over and began railing me from behind.

After some time, he began to thrust faster and faster, bottoming out on my well-fucked pussy. For the second time in less than an hour, I felt his cock jerk and buck inside of me, but this time, he filled my pussy with an enorous load of his cum.

He stayed that way, buried inside of me, holding me face-down by my neck. After he caught his breath, he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“As soon as I pull out, we are going to get up and go get a drink. You are not going to clean up. You’re going to wear these tights all night with my cum running down your thighs. Do you understand?”

I nodded. He nipped my neck, then released me, pulling out of my pussy. I stood, shaking, and felt like a total whore.

We left our room, and just as we got to the lobby, I felt the first rivulet of his hot, sticky cum trickle down my leg. Then another. And then another.

The entire night, I felt him dripping out of me. He even noticed while we were at the bar. Slyly, he reached down and got some on his finger, which he held out to me. I liked it clean.

I was owned. And holy shit did it feel good.

The weekend was a blur of funeral stuff, wedding hijinks, and even more sexy wildness. By the time it was over, I felt like the biggest, happiest whore on the planet.

It. Was. Awesome.

Oh yeah. And he definitely made good on his word and fucked me against that window, in case you were curious ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6hyqrb/being_his_slut_for_the_weekend_m