The Inner Slut Unleashed. 2

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The Inner Slut Unleashed. 2
Part 2

The hotel room door closed behind me, and for a second time I had a sudden anxiety moment. Was I really doing this. I wasn’t me, or was it. The real me wore Laura Ashley, or M&S, I dressed conservatively, and I didn’t sleep around. I’d had two lovers in my life, if you could call them that, and I never had, one a long time ago had taken my virginity, it had been awful, it had hurt, and I’d bled, it was exciting, and I’d always regretted it. The other was my husband, who I’d been faithful to, sex with him was a once a week lights off duty. Its what a wife did, I didn’t look forward to it, almost the opposite. I’d sucked his cock once, maybe twice, again a long tome ago, disgusting.

The man in the room with me, wasn’t my husband, in fact I didn’t know him, not even his name. He’d picked me up in the bar of the hotel we were staying at, and for the second time that night I was going to have sex for money. I didn’t need the money, the first guy had been about revenge I suppose, my husband had called me a frump, and said my mother was sexier than me, and why couldn’t I be more like the woman at the bar. Her name was Amy, and as it turned out she was a prostitute. She’d tarted me up, and when I got back, he’d been all over another tart, one with red hair. That’s when I’d been picked up the first time tonight. He’d been the first man to make me come, the first man I’d wanted to have sex with again. I’d screamed with pleasure, passion even as he’d fucked me, then he’d fucked my virgin arse, and made me come again. And the first man I’d had sex with for money. Now I was in another hotel room, with another man. I watched as he counted out the money. Money I didn’t need, but money I would take. Five hundred pounds for an hour, I’d have done it for free if he was anything like the first guy. I sat on the edge of the bed having slipped my dress off, which now lay on the floor, and where my bra and knickers would soon be joining it. My knickers like my entire outfit was borrowed, I didn’t own anything so slutty as what I wore. The knickers, that was a joke, were a tiny G-string, my second pair of the night, Amy brought them by the dozen, they got torn, or kept by the guys that paid for women like me to fuck them. Women like me?

“Unzip me slut, and do what I’m paying you to do,” he said.
He stood in front of me, the money safely in my bag, he was young, which surprised me, early twenties maybe, with lovely broad shoulders, and a narrow waist, and a tight bum. I unzipped him, reached inside his trousers, and pulled his cock out. I was again surprised by how much it was bigger than Mike’, my husband. Not as big as the earlier guy, client, but thicker. I’d re-applied my lipstick, tart red, again from Amy, open my lips, and stuck my tongue out, touched the tip of his cock, then enveloped it, the head in my mouth, working my tongue on it, wondering at how smooth it felt on my tongue. He put his hand on my head, and pushed forward, his cock now filling my mouth. I steadied my breath, and took some more. He was fully hard now, his cock veined. I wanted it inside me, I wanted it to fuck me. I could canlı kaçak iddaa feel my nipples were hard, they almost hurt, my pussy, why have I started calling my vagina, my vulva a pussy, anyway it was wet, so wet, my stomach felt weird. Then he pulled away.
“Strip slut, and do little dance let me see what I’ve brought.”
I stood, and did as he asked, a little strip, no tease, just a strip. I moved my hips, cupped my tits, and played with my nipples, then I turned, so he could see my naked bum, and peeled the G-string off. I got it caught on my heel, and nearly tripped, he laughed when I did that, but it didn’t put me off. I kept my stockings and heels on, I thought that was what a slut would do. Then I bent forward, my bum towards him, and I parted my cheeks, so he could everything. I clenched my sphincter, so recently fucked sphincter, then released it.
“You are a dirty bitch, I’m going to fuck your arse make no mistake,” he said.
“That’s extra, if you want to,” the slut that was me replied.
“I wouldn’t care what it cost, I’m going to fuck it, whether you wanted it or not, now come here!”

He half sat on the bed, his cock hard, as he rubbed it, looking at my naked body, I didn’t know what he wanted, but he beckoned me to him, I straddled him, then lowered myself onto his gorgeous cock, I felt it part my labia, then the wonderful moment as he entered me. I controlled the penetration, as slowly I lowered myself down, feeling every millimetre as his cock filled me. I was so wet, I took it all, then I began to fuck him. I’d never done that before, I put my arms around his broad shoulders, and began to fuck him. He kissed me then, I had thought prostitutes didn’t kiss there clients, but I kissed him, my tongue in his mouth, his tongue in mine, I wanted him, wanted this, all the time I fucked him, gradually getting faster, and faster still. I felt his cock throb, and he immediately pushed me off him.
“I don’t want to come yet whore, now clean the mess you’ve made off my cock.”
I must have looked stupid, looking for something to wipe my wetness from him.
“With your mouth you silly tart!”
I didn’t want to do that, after all it had just been inside me, but he insisted.
I knelt in front of him, held the slippery cock, and touched my tongue on it, tasting myself. It wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined. Then it was in my mouth, I sucked it, licked it, the head, the shaft, his ball, I worship his manhood, and in doing so cleaned it.

He turned me over, and finger fucked me, then inserted a finger in my anus, pulled it out and spat on my dirty hole, his finger inside me again, then another. His cock in my oh so wet pussy, then he was pushing it in my bum. I relaxed, it didn’t hurt this time, well maybe a little, but I knew what I was about to get. I could feel it in me, not his cock, but my reward, I was coming, and how. My husband in all our marriage had failed to give this much pleasure, and for the second time that night I came with a strangers cock buried in my anus. I screamed into the pillow, my nails gripping it tight, as my anus pulsated on a strangers hard cock.

I felt his cock stiffen, and I wondered if tipobet he was going to come inside me, but he pulled it out, which felt strange, like I was shitting myself. He spun me around.
“Now suck me again, this time make me come slut.”
“But its, been….”
“I know where its been, now get on with it, I’ve always wanted an ATM, but my wife won’t.”
So he had a wife, one like me, one who didn’t. Well now I did. I thought it would be revolting, perhaps it was, but it wasn’t, but that could have been the excitement I felt, the excitement of being used, used as I’d always been intended to be used. Used as a depraved slut, because I knew then that was exactly what I was. I felt his cock throb in my mouth, his hand was on the back of my head, he thrust his hips forward, and I nearly gagged, then he came, in several powerful jets of wonderful come, which filled my mouth, I made sure I got every drop, then swallowed it all, something I’d never done for my husband, I’d not even let him come in mouth, that was dirty wasn’t it, something the sluts did, something I would never do. Until now!

I walked back into the bar, Amy was there, with her another guy, but this one seemed different, but I could put my finger on why.
“Elle,” Amy said, “let me introduce you, Elle, this is Jorge, the hotel manager.”
Jorge was olive skinned, with dark hair, and Mediterranean good looks.
“Pleased to meet you Elle, he said, kissing my cheek, and pulling me close, as he felt my bum. “Girls who work in my hotel need to ask me first Elle. Next time ensure you do. Now I want you tomorrow night, I have err, several guests who I know would enjoy you.”
“I’m sorry Jorge, but my husband and I are checking out tomorrow, and I know the hotel is full, because we had wanted to stay an extra night.” I said.
“I’ll find you a room, but you’ll have to pay for it, I want to fuck you Elle, just like every man in this room.”
“Everyman but one, him, my husband.” I said. “But if you’re fucking me, then I’d like an upgrade from that pokey little room we’re in at the moment,” I heard myself say.
“A woman who knows her own worth, ok, now a little down payment, my office, a blow job should seal the deal, Amy are you coming?”
Jorge’s cock wasn’t huge, but that didn’t matter, I squatted, as he sat on the edge of his desk, as Amy watched. Sex in front of someone, another first, in a night of firsts. I sucked his cock, working my tongue, using all of my recent expertise.
“No honey,” I heard her say, “lift your dress, finger yourself as you do it, and Elle darling, keep eye contact with him, they like that, look him in the eye as much as you can.”
I did as she told me, lessons in cock sucking, and I was taking the practical exam. He didn’t last long, and came quickly, he came in my mouth, so much come in my stomach, so much. It tasted different from the others, and I suddenly realised they had each tasted different, Jorge’s had a slightly fishy taste, and I wondered why that was. I’d ask Amy, she would know.
Jorge did his trousers back up, a satisfied look on his face.
“I’ll arrange the change of rooms in the morning, Amy make sure Elle is properly attired, and, tipobet giriş well you know, these guests are very important, so she needs to make a very good impression, you understand me?”
“Yes Jorge, I know what needs doing. Usual rates of pay?”
“Specials rates Jorge, remember, not the usual ones.” Amy said.
I wondered what special rates were, and what I’d have to do to earn those rates….

I looked up as the door opened, still wondering if the hotel would suddenly realise they had made a mistake and evict me onto the street, after all who ever got upgraded from a cheap room like we had to a suite, well a mini suite, but a suite nethertheless. It wasn’t the management that entered the room, it was my wife, Elle. She closed the door behind her, then smiled at me. She didn’t look like Elle, although it was her, but a different woman altogether. Her hair was the most obvious change, no longer light brown, but now ash blonde, and it had been cut, and then some. She wore makeup, heavy makeup, red lips, dark eyes, long earrings. The skirt was tight, and knee length, high waisted, into which was tucked a silk looking blouse, her nipples showed red and hard though the material as she clearly wore no bra. She was taller, no that couldn’t be right, no she wore heels, very high heels, and stockings, in an outfit like that it just couldn’t be tights. She curled a finger towards me, a red talloned finger, beckoning me towards her. I walked, knowing that in a minute I’d wake up, and this dream would be over. Elle in real life would never dress like that, never wear makeup like that, and never in a million years would she go without a bra, let alone in a blouse that was to all intents and purposes see through.
“You like the room, I take it,” Elle said.
I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“And what about me, sexier than you Mum?”
“Much,” I managed to say.
“And am I like Amy now do you think, you remember Amy don’t you?” Elle asked.
I didn’t remember Amy, who the fuck was Amy.
“Amy the prostitute at the bar last night, the one you wanted me to be like, because I was an un-sexy frump, and your Mother was much hotter than me. Remember!”
I remembered.
“Well, you got your wish, how do you like it Mike. How do you like your wife being a tart like Amy, or that fucking redhead who you were all over, how do you like it.”
I suddenly remembered the redhead, God she had big tits.
“I’m sorry Elle, really I am.”
“Too late for that now, you see I like being like Amy, fuck I’ve just had a night of the best sex in my fucking life, do you know men, real men have big cocks, and last, and they making me fucking come, unlike you husband dearest who comes as soon as he’s inside me. I didn’t know sex was supposed to be earthquakes and fucking stars, because you aren’t up to it. And Mike, they pay me, they actually pay me, so I can scream the house down. So you got your wish, I’m just like Amy. She’ll be here in a bit, we’ve been shopping and well, I’ve had all this work done, even had my fucking cunt waxed, just like you always wanted. And your card is maxed out. Now pour me a drink from the bar, its paid for if your worried about that, I blew the manager, and he’ll be up soon to fuck me, you’ll stay out here, we’ll be in the bedroom. You can think about things while you wait. Then we can talk, do you want a slut wife, or no wife? Your choice. But you wait until after.

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