The party was in full swing, the apartment buzzing with chatter and laughter. I stood in the corner, sipping my drink, feeling invisible. My boyfriend, was engrossed in a heated discussion about sports betting with his friends, not sparing me a single glance. I sighed, my eyes wandering around the room, seeking any form of attention.
That’s when I noticed him. Connor, one of my bfs coworkers, was standing by the kitchen counter, his eyes locked on me. He smirked, raising his beer bottle in a silent toast. I blushed, quickly looking away. But I could feel his gaze on me, hot and intense.
As the night wore on, Connor made his way over to me, his body moving with a confident swagger. “Hey there, Princess,” he said, his voice smooth as honey. “Why are you hiding all alone in the corner?”
I shrugged, taking another sip of my drink. “Just waiting for someone to notice me, I guess.”
Connor chuckled, his hand brushing against my arm. “Oh, I’ve noticed you, Princess. In fact, I can’t seem to take my eyes off you.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words. He was so bold, so forward. It was exciting, in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. My bf had never been one for dirty talk or flirting. He was more interested in his sports teams than his girlfriend.
Connor leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You know, I have a little surprise for you, Princess. Want to see it?”
I raised an eyebrow, curious. “What kind of surprise?”
Connor grinned, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. “The kind that’s hiding in my pants. Wanna see it?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re such a flirt, Connor. I’m sure you’re just exaggerating.”
He winked, taking a step back. “Oh, I never exaggerate, Princess. But if you don’t believe me, why don’t you come find out for yourself?”
With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there with my mouth hanging open. I glanced over at my bf, who was still engrossed in his conversation. I knew I should stay where I was, should ignore Connor’s blatant come-on. But there was something about him, something that made me want to take a chance.
I set my drink down on a nearby table and made my way towards the bathroom. As I approached, I heard the sound of running water. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Frowning, I turned the handle and pushed it open.
What I saw made me gasp. Connor was standing there, his pants around his ankles, his cock out and in his hand. He looked up at me, a smirk on his face. “Well, well, well. Look who decided to join the party.”
I should have turned around and walked away. I should have slammed the door shut and run back to my bf. But I couldn’t seem to move. I was frozen in place, my eyes locked on Connor’s thick, white cock. It was bigger than my bfs, that was for sure. And it looked so hard, so ready.
Connor chuckled, stepping closer to me. “Like what you see, Princess? I told you I wasn’t exaggerating.”
I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “I-I shouldn’t be here. I should go.”
But even as I said the words, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. Connor reached out, his hand cupping my cheek. “Why don’t you stay, Princess? Why don’t you come a little closer and take a look at what you’ve been missing out on?”
I knew it was wrong. I knew I was cheating on my bf, betraying him in the worst way possible. But I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I took a step forward, my hand reaching out to touch Connor’s cock. It was hot and hard, the skin smooth as silk.
Connor groaned, his hips bucking forward. “That’s it, Princess. Touch me. Feel how hard you make me.”
I stroked him, my hand moving up and down his shaft. I could feel him throbbing in my palm, could feel the heat of his skin. It was intoxicating, addictive.
Connor reached out, his hand tugging at my crop top. “Take this off, Princess. I want to see those perfect tits of yours.”
I hesitated for a moment, but then I was pulling my top off, tossing it aside. My bra followed, and then I was standing there in front of Connor, my breasts bare and exposed.
He let out a low whistle, his eyes roaming over my body. “Fuck, Princess. You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
He reached out, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasped, my head falling back. It felt so good, too good.
Connor leaned in, his mouth latching onto one of my nipples. He sucked and licked, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. “Get on your knees, Princess. I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours.”
I sank to my knees without hesitation, my hands reaching for his cock. I stroked him, my tongue darting out to taste the tip. He was salty and sweet, the flavor exploding on my tongue.
Connor groaned, his hand tangling in my hair. “That’s it, Princess. Take it all in. Show me what a good little slut you can be.”
I opened my mouth wider, taking him deeper. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, my eyes watering. But I didn’t stop. I kept going, kept taking him deeper and deeper.
Connor laughed, his grip on my hair tightening. “Fuck, you’re a natural, Princess. You were made to suck cock.”
I moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his shaft. I could feel his cock throbbing, could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge
Connor fucked my face, his hips slamming into me. I gagged and choked, my eyes watering. But I didn’t stop. I kept going, kept taking him deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, Princess,” he groaned, his hand fisting in my hair. “You’re such a good little slut. Such a good little cocksucker.”
I moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his shaft. I could feel him getting closer, could feel him getting ready to come.
Suddenly, he pulled me off, his cock slipping from my mouth. I gasped for air, my throat sore and raw.
“Open your mouth, Princess,” he commanded, his hand stroking his cock. “I want to see you take my cum.”
I opened my mouth, my tongue out and ready. Connor groaned, his cock erupting. He came in thick, hot spurts, coating my tongue and all over my face. I moaned, my eyes closing as I savored the taste of him.
When he was done, I licked my lips, swallowing some with my face a complete mess. I looked up at him, my eyes shining with lust and desire.
“Fuck, Princess,” he said, his voice rough and low. “You look perfect like this. I have half a mind to send you back out to your bf looking like this”
“But you should clean yourself up,” he said, his voice cold and dismissive. “Your boyfriend is probably looking for you.”
I nodded, my body still shaking with pleasure. I cleaned myself up, wiping his cum from my face, my hair, my tits. I put my clothes back on, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of my infidelity.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw my bf, still engrossed in his conversation, not even noticing that I had been gone. I sighed, a mix of disappointment and relief washing over me.
I walked over to him, sitting down beside him, my body still humming with pleasure. I leaned over, kissing him, my tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting him.
He pulled back, his eyes widening. “What’s gotten into you?” he asked, his voice surprised.
I smiled, my lips curving into a knowing smirk. “Nothing,” I said, my voice innocent. “I just missed you.”
He shrugged, turning back to his friends, already forgetting about me. I sat there, my body still tingling, my mind replaying the scene in the bathroom.
I was a slut, a whore, and I loved it. I loved the way Connor had used me, the way he had degraded me, the way he had made me feel. And I knew, deep down, that I would do it again in a heartbeat.
As the party continued, I sat there, my body aching for more, my mind replaying the scene over and over again. I was a slut, and I was proud of it.
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