Chapter 13

Pete moved to pull out of me, and I whimpered.

“It’s your cunt!” I screamed. “It’s your cunt! Please fuck me, Pete! Please fuck your slut!” I begged. “Please pound my cunt with that big cock that I love!”

With that, he slammed into me, pounding my tight little cunt deep and hard. It sent me over the edge, and I came hard, panting and clawing at Pete’s back as if trying to pull him deeper into me. My whole body shook as he fucked hard and fast.

“That’s right, slut, cum on my big cock!” Pete grunted through clenched teeth.

“Oh God, yes! So good! So big!” I rambled as my orgasm shook me, “Don’t stop fucking your slut, Pete!”

“That’s right! You’re my slut!” Pete moaned, “You’re addicted to this big cock, aren’t you?”

“I am, Pete!” I replied instantly, “I love your cock! It’s the best!”

“Do you love my cock more than Mike’s?” Pete asked breathlessly.

The question hit me hard, but “Yes, Pete! Your cock is better!” I moaned without hesitation. “It’s the biggest and the best! Now pound your slut and make me cuuuuuuum!”

I meant it, and we both knew it. The moment the words left my lips, the most intense orgasm of my life hit me like a truck. I came so hard I went limp and felt as if I was going to pass out. Pete didn’t slow down at all, he grunted and pounded me harder.

“I’m gonna cum slut!” Pete roared, “Where do you want it?”

“Fill me up! Please cum in my cunt!” I begged.

“You want me to fill your cunt with cum?” Pete asked.

“Yes! Oh, gods, yes!” I screamed as I came again, grunting and raising my hips to meet Pete’s cock.

“Here it comes, slut!” he bellowed.

Pete’s cock swelled and shot load after load deep inside me, his balls slapping against my asshole as he plowed me. Pete reached up, gripped my hair, and forced me into a kiss.

“Good girl,” he said as he broke the kiss.

Pete and I cleaned up, dressed, and went down to the casino to meet my boyfriend. We found him playing slots and drinking, so we took the machines to either side of him and started playing as well.

I could tell my boyfriend was pretty buzzed. I told him that Pete and I fucked before coming downstairs, and he filled my pussy full of cum. My boyfriend just bit his lip and moaned a bit. We played the slots for a while. The whole time we were playing, I kept reaching over and squeezing my boyfriend’s cock through his jeans.

Suddenly, I won a big prize and jumped up and down to celebrate. When I stopped, I realized I’d made a scene, and people were staring. I turned red and sat back down, but we decided my win was a sign to stop gambling and see what other fun we could have. We stopped at Fat Tuesdays, and each of us got a giant drink.

We were headed to a pool party at a club called Wet Republic, and instead of catching a cab or Über, we decided to walk. We didn’t realize how far the walk was, and after the first 2 miles, we’d all finished our drinks. We stopped for refills and continued on. The whole time my boyfriend and Pete could not keep their hands off my ass, and I was loving the attention. Just before getting to the club, we stopped to refill our drinks one more time and walked the last quarter mile.

When we arrived, security told us we couldn’t take our drinks in. We’d just refilled them and didn’t want to throw them away, so we decided to have fun on the walk-up. Why not walk back and just swim in our hotel pool?

Halfway back, Pete had to use the restroom, so we stopped. he disappeared into a casino, and we followed but stayed at the entrance. Michael took the opportunity to wrap his arms around me, pin me to the nearest wall, and kiss me hard. We stood there making out for a bit when I felt his hand slide down between us and into my shorts. I had on bikini bottoms under my shorts, and he struggled to get past them, but he did and slowly played with my clit. I moaned into our kiss and let him play with me there on the strip.

My boyfriend broke the kiss and leaned in to bite and suck on my neck while his fingers moved in circles around my clit. I moaned out loud and looked around. There were people everywhere, but as far as I could see, no one was looking at us. My boyfriend slipped a finger into my pussy, and I wrapped my arms around him tight, lifting one leg and wrapping it over his hip. He was fingering me right there in public, and it was driving me wild.

“Oh, baby, please don’t stop,” I moaned into his ear, “It feels so good!”

I looked up again and noticed a man in the row of slot machines closest to us was watching. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and leaned my head back, moaning. When I looked back at the man watching us, we locked eyes, and I didn’t look away. I watched him watching us and saw how he kept squeezing his cock through his pants.