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(F23) “You’re dressed like a slut, so you must be one”
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Last night, the air was electric with the scent of cheap cologne and sweat, mingling with the neon lights that bathed the city streets. The club was a blur of bodies, a rhythmic pulse of bass that resonated deep within me, setting my own pulse racing. I had dressed for the occasion, my outfit a deliberate choice: a skintight, low-cut top that barely contained my ample breasts, and a miniskirt that hugged my curves and revealed the swell of my ass with every step. My makeup was bold, my eyes smoky, and my lips a shade that whispered of the darker intentions of the night.

I felt the eyes on me, hungry and eager, as I swayed through the crowded dance floor. It was a dance of power, a silent invitation that sent a clear message to the men in the room: come and get it if you think you can handle it. One of them, bolder than the rest, stepped up to me with a cocky grin, his gaze raking over my body like a physical touch. He leaned in, the whiskey on his breath hot against my ear, and murmured, "You're dressed like a slut, so you must be one." The words were a challenge, a spark that ignited the fire in my belly.

My initial response was anger, a hot flash that painted my cheeks and made my eyes narrow. But as the bass thumped around us, I realized the futility of words. Instead, I decided to show him. I grabbed his hand, leading him out of the crowded club with a sense of urgency that had nothing to do with the need for privacy and everything to do with the desire to prove him wrong—or perhaps, to prove him right in the most deliciously ironic way possible.

In the dim parking lot, the neon lights cast a red glow over my car, the perfect backdrop for what was about to unfold. I pushed him against the hood, my breasts pressing into his chest, and whispered, "You think I'm a slut?" His pupils dilated with anticipation. He nodded, his voice hoarse with lust. I smirked, my heart racing with excitement, and reached for his belt. Unbuckling it with the ease of practice, I revealed his hard cock, standing tall against the fabric of his jeans.

With a swift motion, I pulled down his zipper and freed his erection. It was a beautiful sight, thick and veiny, begging to be tasted. I dropped to my knees, the pavement cold and unforgiving underneath me. I took him in my mouth, my lips wrapping around his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He groaned, his hands finding their way to my hair, gripping tightly as I worked him with a fervor that could only come from a place of dominance and desire. I could feel his heartbeat through his cock, matching the rhythm of my sucks and strokes.

The thrill of the challenge grew with each passing moment. I took him deeper, my cheeks hollowing as his cock hit the back of my throat. He swelled, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. But I was a woman on a mission, and I didn't stop. I swallowed, the muscles in my throat contracting around him, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He was in my power, and I reveled in it.

I released his cock with a wet pop, the sound echoing in the quiet night air. I licked my lips, savoring the taste of him, and moved to his balls, taking one into my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue. His knees buckled slightly, a soft whine escaping his lips. I chuckled, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. I knew he was close, and I was eager to see him come undone.

With my hand wrapped around his base, I began to pump him in time with my mouth's movements. He was so close, his hips jerking forward with every stroke. Then, without warning, he exploded, his hot cum spurting into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, taking every drop, the taste of victory and satisfaction on my tongue. His legs gave out, and he leaned heavily against the car, panting. I stood up, my makeup not even smudged and my smile wide and triumphant. "Now, who's the slut?" I purred, wiping a bit of cum from my chin.

He stumbled back, trying to find his voice, his eyes wide with shock and pleasure. "Fuck... I've never... wow," he managed to croak out. I smirked, knowing I had made my point. I straightened my skirt, my ass still tingling from the thought of what I had just done. The night was still young, and the thrill of the hunt was still coursing through my veins. As he staggered away, trying to pull himself together, I knew that this was just the beginning of a long, wild ride.

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