Place you on your knees in the living room and fasten your wrists to your ankles, a restrainer bar fixed between your ankles to make sure you’re nice and exposed, perfectly presented: face down and ass up.
You’re exhibited like this for my party and it’s a while before my guests start to arrive, so naturally you become impatient, but your excitement mounts as the doorbell starts to ring and I go to greet my waves of guests as they arrive. You can barely catch a glimpse of them but they watch you closely and you can hear how they talk about your body, either admiringly or dismissively.
There are lots of people, men and women, they start to casually grope you, slapping your ass, reaching under you to grab your tits, poking and prodding at you curious to see whether you’re aroused and find out how your holes feel.
I kneel down and grab your hair, lifting your head to show you the picture of you I posted in the group chat, your plump arse and sticky cunt taking prime position. Obviously this has given all the guests time to think about how they’d like to use you. Some want to work you with fingers and toys to find out how many times they can make you cum, how much stimulation you can endure, some want to worship you with their mouths, others just want to fuck you like a slut and use you til they’re emptying their balls inside of you.
By the end of the night you’ll no longer remember how many times you’ve cum, how many people have been inside you, how many loads you’ve taken but you will remember being positioned there, a little party slut, every time you masturbate and it will become your go to image when you need to make sure you make yourself orgasm so fucking hard.
fffuucckkk yeesss daddyy first thing i read when i sign in <3 the thought of never even seeing some of their faces, left on the floor covered in cum god im such a slut but thank you
I’m sure you’d be the perfect hostess, those holes of yours welcoming every guest, equally excited and beautifully responsive irrespective of how they chose to make use of their helpless little party slut
i was a party slut once! in college. only once was it for a real party and i wasn’t alone there were four of us (girls), it wasn’t a huge party, maybe 20-30 people, but i didn’t see many other girls there. there were a couple who i think were there with their boyfriends, at some point they both started suckin them off and then fucking but only with that one dude. guys actually started tipping us i made pretty good money that night lmao (didn’t do it for money)
The tipping though introduces an exciting additional dynamic though, right? Not only is it an unusual symbol of their desire for you and hunger to mess about with you but it plays into the fantasy that not only were you a slut but that you were their whore. I’m curious though, did that make you feel powerful or wonderfully commodities? Or maybe a combination of both?
Place you on your knees in the living room and fasten your wrists to your ankles, a restrainer bar fixed between your ankles to make sure you’re nice and exposed, perfectly presented: face down and ass up.
You’re exhibited like this for my party and it’s a while before my guests start to arrive, so naturally you become impatient, but your excitement mounts as the doorbell starts to ring and I go to greet my waves of guests as they arrive. You can barely catch a glimpse of them but they watch you closely and you can hear how they talk about your body, either admiringly or dismissively.
There are lots of people, men and women, they start to casually grope you, slapping your ass, reaching under you to grab your tits, poking and prodding at you curious to see whether you’re aroused and find out how your holes feel.
I kneel down and grab your hair, lifting your head to show you the picture of you I posted in the group chat, your plump arse and sticky cunt taking prime position. Obviously this has given all the guests time to think about how they’d like to use you. Some want to work you with fingers and toys to find out how many times they can make you cum, how much stimulation you can endure, some want to worship you with their mouths, others just want to fuck you like a slut and use you til they’re emptying their balls inside of you.
By the end of the night you’ll no longer remember how many times you’ve cum, how many people have been inside you, how many loads you’ve taken but you will remember being positioned there, a little party slut, every time you masturbate and it will become your go to image when you need to make sure you make yourself orgasm so fucking hard.
fffuucckkk yeesss daddyy first thing i read when i sign in <3 the thought of never even seeing some of their faces, left on the floor covered in cum god im such a slut but thank you
I’m sure you’d be the perfect hostess, those holes of yours welcoming every guest, equally excited and beautifully responsive irrespective of how they chose to make use of their helpless little party slut
i was a party slut once! in college. only once was it for a real party and i wasn’t alone there were four of us (girls), it wasn’t a huge party, maybe 20-30 people, but i didn’t see many other girls there. there were a couple who i think were there with their boyfriends, at some point they both started suckin them off and then fucking but only with that one dude. guys actually started tipping us i made pretty good money that night lmao (didn’t do it for money)
The tipping though introduces an exciting additional dynamic though, right? Not only is it an unusual symbol of their desire for you and hunger to mess about with you but it plays into the fantasy that not only were you a slut but that you were their whore. I’m curious though, did that make you feel powerful or wonderfully commodities? Or maybe a combination of both?