I glanced at my phone before I looked around the hallway outside my hotel room. It was tranquil at this point in the day, yet I could feel my heart hammer in my chest. I was wondering if the dirty slut was going to show up or not. I met Chloe through the magic of the internet. The two of us shared common interests in the delights and sins of the flesh, particularly towards the rougher side of it. After a couple of months of exchanging dirty messages, where we both greatly exaggerated our sexual prowess, and showing each other a few pictures, complete with unique notes, we finally met up.
To this day, I am convinced that the hotel we stayed in hates my guts for the amount of noise the slut and I made. And make no mistakes; Chloe is a complete slut. Very little is off limits to her, and sex is all but a religion to her, which worked out perfectly for me. This wasn't a romantic rendezvous with an old flame. I was going to brutally skullfuck Chloe and leave her gasping, sputtering mess.
I'd been so wrapped in work lately that I'd been unable to indulge in carnal wonders. Besides, it's hard to find someone like Chloe, an unrepentant slut who would let you do anything to her. I am convinced you'll have better odds of finding a unicorn or a politician who isn't a complete piece of lying shit than a slut like Chloe - certainly one with her good looks and no interest or desire for drama.
Sometimes I'd wonder if Chloe was a sex android from the future - a beautifully perverted future.
The distinctive clicks of the heels pulled me from my reflections, and I turned just as Chloe drew up, a smile on her lips. The depraved little slut was dressed uncharacteristically conservative - well, conservative by her standard. A tightly fitted, navy blue, high-hemmed skirt complemented her snug blazer, bringing a pant-tightening amount of attention to her bust. Of course, this being Chloe, that bust was on prominent display, with the blazer unbuttoned to ensure her cleavage was exposed.
She wore her dark hair in a tight bun, which I sincerely appreciated as it would create a perfect handle for what I planned to do to her. I had noticed that she'd applied a heavy layer of eyeliner, emphasising the large eyes, and a liberal application of red lipstick, giving her that touch of whorishness which was otherwise absent in her current uniform.
She leant forward, her hand caressing my crotch and squeezing the obvious bulge. "So... where do you want to go?"
"Out here," I breathed.
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Ooooh, you are bad," she purred. She began to sink to her knees, but I shoved her down, popping the buttons on my jeans open. There would be no time for playing around. I pulled my swollen cock out and jammed it into Chloe's surprised mouth. She gagged with the sudden intrusion, her eyes screwing eyes, nostrils flaring. Putting my hands on the back of her head and grabbing the hair bum, I began to thrust my hips with quick, spasmodic jerks. I glanced over my shoulder, making sure no one was coming. Spit began to dribble out of the corner of her mouth as her saliva glands working overtime to lubricate my cock. Her tongue tried to caress and pleasure my dick, but she soon stopped, realising my intention. Instead, she flattened her tongue and adjusted her head, allowing passage to the hot depths of her mouth.
I slowly pushed my hips forward, buttocks tensing, as I entered her throat. She gave a muffled gag, her hands moving to my thighs for support as I sank into the tight passage and ground her face into my groin. My fingers pressed into the back of her head as her gullet squeezed me, her back arching.
"Yes, that's it," I hissed, eyes closing as a pleasurable ripple ran up my spine. Chloe began to swallow, the motion rolling over my pulsing cock and causing another groan from me. Opening my eyes, I looked down at the woman skewered on my cock. "Like that, Cunt?"
Chloe gave a muffled moan.
