Chapter 19

Even after all that, my night had just begun.

At long last, the playful crowd of raucous men surrounding me tumbled from the limo. As I moaned into one shoulder or another, fingers sank into both my dribbling ass and still-hungry, if slightly numb, clenching pussy. The chilly air blasted my glistening frame and powerful shivers wracked me, driving me against the ebon hunks on either side for warmth.

For a brief second, my gaze lifted to sweep the well-lit area before a massive, gold-trimmed edifice of carved white and gray stone. Then a gurgling in my stomach forced me to lean aside. A fountain of cum and booze splashed from me into the gutter. Even though the amused men whooped and laughed, their hands held my sweaty hair, while others caressed my back until I’d finished. A bottle of water appeared, and I gulped the entire thing while one of them wiped my lips and chin clean.

Professionals.

They cared for their horny little party slut.

While trying to regain my balance, I stumbled forward, but large hands gripped me and pulled me into a tight embrace. Snuggled once again, I was driven up broad white marble steps towards the glinting polished steel and glass entrance. Handed another full bottle, I tilted my head back and gulped. Burning raced down my throat and settled as a warm puddle in my still roiling belly.

So sweet.

Rum.

I love rum.

Dave doesn’t know that—either.

After giggling at the image of his shocked expression if he could see me, cum-coated and standing in a crowd of brawny, dusky men, I burped. The island booze was the least of the things he didn’t know—or did he? No matter, with both fire warming my belly and that ever-sizzling ember melting my brain, I was no longer thinking much about anything. As I tried to discern the golden words above the enormous glass portal, my blinking vision kept blurring. At last, just as we passed beneath them, they came into focus.

Polished to a high shine and bold, the letters proclaimed: “Bentwood Luxury Apartments.”

Oh, and Dave wasn’t there, either.

Good.

Also, not proud of that thought, but it happened. Without pausing, the men pushed under the gilded phrase and moved my clacking, dragging heels across glossy marble tile towards an elevator. Now tinged with sweet rum and jizz, saliva oozed from my gulping mouth. Wide-eyed bystanders stared at me as I gnawed and sucked on any mahogany flesh I could find.

As soon as the doors opened, hands shoved me into the window-lined car, where groans fled my lolling head as somebody’s fingers dug deeper into my sloppy folds.

“Still horny, huh?”

After a low growl, I huffed into a grinning man’s lips while my spine slapped against the icy glass and rode his pumping hand. It wasn’t long before my body shuddered, squirming against the window and flooding his digits. He slipped away and others lowered me to my knees before another smiling ebon hulk. After one final swig of the almost empty bottle, I placed it on the elevator floor. It tipped over and spilled.

How sad.

My eyes flicked up to the basalt giant’s broad grin. The aroma of his musk and the heat of his body warmed my naked flesh. He didn’t have to say a word.

As I bit my lower lip, I knew my role: party slut.

Fingers sliding through my hair, he laughed as my hands flew to his zipper. In milliseconds, I’d ripped apart elegant silk trousers and released a magnificent pole to the sound of whoops and laughter. And it was truly magnificent. Long, slightly curved upwards and thick as my forearm. Plus, duh, dark. With pulsing ridges. Just like any decent party slut loved her cocks.

He grunted in surprise when I drove my lips down as far as I could. As I sucked, I spun my head. Left. Right. Left again. Bobbing all the while, my skull twisted as my tongue lashed at him and my hands fondled my newest fleshy toy. Even as warm liquid dribbled from my cleft, I moaned and suckled. His massive paws caressed my cheeks.

“That’s it, little white slut. Suck me good.”

Of course, I would. It’s what any temporarily abandoned fuckdoll did while naked in a glass-lined paradise. One rising to heaven in the middle of the city.

When my cheeks sunk, his hands shifted. Even as the elevator wobbled in and out of focus, I smiled up at him around that shiny dark rod. My palms slid around to grasp his rear.

“Hmm, you’re ready, huh? Gonna fuck that pretty face of yours.”

Of course he would. That’s what a filthy little party slut was for.

With a grin, he shoved, and his pelvis rocked forward. Fat and silky smooth, his cock drove deep into my throat. “Mmm, nice. Take it, slut. Take all that big black meat.”

I did. Not that I had much choice. And that was just fine, too.

Once as far into me as he could get, he grunted. At a timeless slow pace, he shoved my mouth towards his crotch and pulled me back out to slurp on his head between wet gasps for air.

Slut! Party slut!

“It is who you are.”

“Damn, look at that whore go. She’s dripping,” another voice said as icy digits skimmed my drooling folds. Warm dribbles spattered between my kneeling legs.

Right as the elevator stopped, he gripped me tight to his crotch. Steely fingers crushing my head, he pumped his pelvis into my face, once, twice, three times.

“Here it comes. Mmm, yeah.” As he shuddered, heated splashes refilled my belly. “Drink it all, hungry white slut.”

Duh, I did that too. It joined the rum, settling my stomach.

When he peeled me from his shiny rod and lifted me into the arms of several others, long trails of drool and fresh jizz swayed from my distended lips. While being turned, coughing up more chunky froth to coat my swinging tits, I stumbled. After slipping on the fluids dribbling from my staggering body, I was led into a massive penthouse suite.

Trimmed in dark silver, the textured walls and white metal pillars screamed opulence. Wide floor-to-ceiling glass doors lined the far side of the room, beyond which was a broad terrace with a hot tub. A big one. Several doorways led to large bedrooms.

My companions took me further inside the open main room towards another crowd of partying men. These fresh-faced ebon hunks, standing and sitting among ultra-sleek furnishings, turned and fell silent as I approached. The sounds of clinking glasses and bottles mixed with a thumping dance beat rattled my addled mind. As my brain struggled to perceive what I was seeing, my nostrils tingled. The room smelled of expensive alcohol, exotic incense, and the musky odors of males—lots of them.

For a while, a strange silence descended. But then one tall stud, coal-black and handsome enough to be a genuine movie star, slipped from his jacket. The others soon followed, stripping from their clothes.

“The party slut’s arrived!” Troy’s voice boomed out as a large hand shoved on the center of my back. At that, my booze, hormone and ember-filled brain caught up to the image. The waiting men ... They were all naked. Dark, muscular, and not a shred of clothing covered their rising staffs.

God bless you, Derrin!

Oh, I had so arrived!

Ember ablaze, sending flickers of flame to the heavens, I was in nirvana!

The party slut had arrived!

As I clacked on my wobbly heels into the groping fingers and searching lips of the crowd, red lights blinked on cameras throughout the room. In seconds, I found myself on my back over a couch. Another man’s lengthy appendage burrowed between my widening legs. As my mouth opened to moan, a bulbous knob slipped over my tongue. With my shaking hands, I grasped it tight while collapsing my cheeks around the driving flesh.

“Goddam, Troy! She’s a fucking machine!”

“Oh, you haven’t even seen her ride me yet. You wait,” Troy’s deep voice replied before unleashing another of those rib-rattling laughs. And fuck if I didn’t manage a giggle as I slurped on my newest throbbing baby-bottle.

Oh, God, no matter who else used me, I’d still wait for him.

When two cocks thrust into my pussy at one time, my mind imploded under waves of pleasure. I blasted the knob free of my mouth to scream across the couch. Amid distant, muffled chortles, hands drew me back to my fleshy, spit-coated toy.

In an increasing haze, my moans became endless as more and more warm, ebon flesh slid into and over me. As the night wore on, Troy’s boys were relentless. It put that high school bus ride fantasy to shame.

Again and again, they took me. And I let them take me. Any hole. None of them were little. Oh, no. The cameras everywhere told me Derrin was behind that soiree. And although I still had no idea how he’d delved so far into my kinkiest fantasies, the man had chosen well. Between gulps of various liquors, I rode, sucked, and tugged on massive pillars of ebon and warm chocolate. At some point, they passed around several fat cigarettes.

The smell. Not tobacco. Nope, it was marijuana.

“Hey, teach. Have a toke.” Troy’s brilliant smile melted my core as he held a joint out to me.

After sliding the back of my hand across my lips to clear them of cum, I sucked on the fat wrapper. Coughing, I scanned the laughing faces. I’d never even smoked cigarettes before. When I took another hit, they left me with my own joint as I bounced atop one of the gym “boys.” The flavor was earthy and enjoyable. Between that and a lot more booze, it wasn’t long before the evening sank into a swirling haze.

A euphoric bliss engulfed me as I glided over, between and under their enormous, hard bodies. Through it all, the intoxicating aroma of expensive cologne, sweat, and musky males encircled me. The night continued as I writhed across the room, screaming, bucking, moaning, and always begging for more.

After a while, several men dragged me onto the bed in the middle of a dimly lit room. In there I was the focus of ... No idea how many Troy’s “boys.” Amid blinking red lights on distant tripods, the party slut partied. Each time a hole opened, I slipped a cock from my drooling lips and cried out, “Fill me!”

And bless their hearts, they did.

Whenever my trembling, roiling body got closer to the next in the continuous line of orgasmic waves, I begged, “Fuck me harder!”

Once again, they complied.

Such good boys, but oh my fucking God, not little nor nice. They knew every filthy thing I craved. Because I told them. They tossed me around the mattress, ignoring my clawed nails, and used me like the fuckdoll I was. The fuckdoll I’d become.

The fuckdoll I’d always dreamed of becoming.

Oh, that filthy ember glowed so damn bright.

Hour after hour drifted by. At several points, I snatched quick naps, but more showed up to drag me from room to room, where they shoved me between them, over them, and under them. My insides were numb from rough fucking, fine-as-shit alcohol, and God knows how many delicious marijuana “tokes.”

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