The DM didn't waste time grabbing my attention.

“Seen one of your comments and just reading it made my pussy throb. I want my body to just be here for you to appreciate if needed. Pleasing you would be the ultimate turn on. I hope you’re enjoying your day.”

Within a half hour, she had established that she was a 5-foot-2 21-year-old with a round ass, fat tits and a wet pussy. Verification photos were sent. She even sent me a picture of her driver's license, with some details blurred out, but enough to verify that she lived near a city that I try to visit from time to time.

I was extremely blunt, and told her I know exactly what kind of slut she is. That the next time I was in her city, I was going to just have her meet me in the lobby of my hotel, follow me to my room and get used as fuckmeat.

“I will make efforts to have little to no personal connection to you,” I said. “Might not even bother to learn your name.”

And yes, I would follow all limits and safewords. But I wanted it to be clear - I didn't want to date her. I wanted to use her as a cumdump.

She was particularly excited about that.

Months later, a trip to her city fell in my lap. I do have a list of sluts for major cities, and this past year I even started organizing my sluts, giving them serial numbers to help me track them.

But in a terrible twist, I forgot to add her to my slut list. I nearly fucked this one up (well, maybe fucked isn't the right word).

As I was trying to sort out some nudes that some sluts had sent me, I found her driver's license again. Initially I couldn't remember what the heck it was from. Then I remembered her ass, her pussy… Suddenly I was grinning at my phone like a madman. I wanted this fucktoy.

I sent her two short messages. A set of dates, and a city.

She almost immediately replied, and within a half hour I had a time and place set. She agreed that because it was my birthday she should be a free use slut for my needs.

She earned her Slut Serial Number of 02-62-12-2-0-a.

Over the next week I double-checked her limits and had her pick out something slutty to wear. Jean shorts that didn't cover her ass and a low-cut top that made her breasts almost fall out when she moved. Pure slut chic.

There were only two problems with my plan.

First, my birthday ended up being loaded with vanilla stuff, with a conference taking up most of the day and a charity dinner at night.

I did my best to schedule quick hook-ups in my breaks. I wanted to get a blowjob at midnight, then some CNC play in the morning.

The blowjob girl also wanted me to give her an extra big load of cum, so I stopped cumming for a couple days.

This created the second problem - my midnight blowjob and my morning CNC both had to cancel for health reasons.

Suddenly I was VERY uncomfortable and needing to cum.

I had a 15-minute window where I could use her.

I told her to come into the lobby and walk straight towards the pool. I'd spot her and lead her the rest of the way. It was at this point that I realized that she only knew I was tall and what my hands and dick looked like.

This wasn't a problem.

I spotted her when she got in, then smiled at her. For whatever reason, the lobby was empty.

I gave her a kiss, pulling her in tight and squeezing her ass.

She let out a squeak of surprise before I pointed out that the lobby was empty. But as we walked to the elevator, one of the people joining me for the elevator got on with us.

We chatted a bit about the conference and what was planned for the dinner, then he got off the elevator (possibly wondering if I hired a whore). Once the doors closed, I pinned her against the wall, kissed her again and groped her tits.

When we got to my floor, I was feeling my cock get harder and harder. I desperately needed to cum.

Inside my room, I gave her one more kiss before pushing her on the ground. As soon as I pulled my cock out, her greedy lips were wrapped around my shaft.

There's a moment in porn videos where the actress goes to suck dick, and instead of getting to work she spends a minute teasing the tip with her tongue. I absolutely hate that moment. I need a cocksucking whore that immediately tries to swallow as much dick as she can.

And she was an extremely good cocksucker.

She worked my shaft with her hands, and let herself gag and drool as I filled her throat. Her big brown eyes kept looking up at me, a needy slut for approval. She let out soft little moans of happiness.

“That's a good girl,” I said. “You like sucking my cock, don't you?”

She muttered an, “mmm hmmm” without taking my dick out of her mouth.

To reward her, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and started pumping her face harder.

“Take it like a good slut,” I said.

She briefly coughed and gagged, but quickly got back to worshiping me.

I made her stop sucking and stand up. I don't know if I could have taken another hour of her mouth or another 30 seconds before I came. But I knew I had to cum soon to be on time.

I bent her over the bed and pulled her shorts down.

Sometimes, in a primal desire to fuck, I surprise myself and improvise a new way to fuck a slut. I reached around her thighs and lifted her up nearly a foot, before using my thighs to thrust and slam her face-first onto the bed.

I followed that by grabbing her ankle and spinning her onto her back.

“I want to see your cute little face when I fuck you like a slut,” I said.

I pushed her panties to the side. I didn't dare hold back. I knew the dinner was starting soon. But I needed to cum. I needed to fuck this tight little slut.

Between the deadline and the feel of her pussy, I was feeling it.

I pulled out and started stroking my cock. She immediately responded with cumslut instincts, lining up her tits and open mouth for my cum.

The load was massive, splashing mostly her chest. Some made it into her mouth, and some on the bed.

“Lick it clean,” I said.

The slut did as she was told. With most of the cum cleared by her mouth, I washed up and started getting dressed for the dinner. My cum was slowly dripping down her cleavage in thick globs.

I needed to know what her pussy tasted like.

I threw her back on the bed and pulled her panties completely off. She was dripping wet. I pushed two fingers inside of her and immediately started licking her clit. Normally I like tease and tempt and build the tension. With her, I just went for what I wanted.

It took a moment to find her g-spot, but I don’t think I needed to. She was already moaning like a whore for me.

Time was slipping away from me and I didn’t care. She started squeezing her thighs tight and grabbing at my head - universal body language for, “Oh fuck I’m about to cum.”

It felt like it was too fast and too soon. I didn't quite believe it.

“Are you trying to cum, you dirty little slut?”

She moaned and tried to find the words. I could feel her pussy squeeze my fingers. She was trying to hold back an orgasm.

“Please,” she said. “Please Mr. Casey, may I cum?”

I almost laughed. In my eager horniness, I forgot that this little slut had been masturbating for weeks to the sound of my voice.

And because she was a good girl, she wouldn't let herself cum until she heard the magic words.

“Cum for me, you dirty little slut.”

She broke. Her whole body started to shake, and I took that as invitation to lick her clit some more.

I looked at the time, then went to the bathroom to wash some of her pussy out of my beard. I was still going to smell her during the charity dinner.

I let her clean the cum off of her as I scrambled to get ready. She adjusted herself, putting on a different pair of shorts - some soft, pale blue Dolce and Gabbana shorts that didn't cover a inch of thigh.

I needed to go to the dinner.

But that ass.

I pulled out my phone and took some pictures, then instructed her to get on all fours on the bed. She did as she was told.

When I was done, she rolled over. I had to go. I was already late.

I looked down at her tits, barely held back by her bra. Outside of some groping, I had mostly ignored them. I had to fix that.

I was back on top of her, pulling her breasts out and sucking on her nipples.

“I need to mark you,” I said.

“Please,” she said.

I sucked one of her nipples deeper into my mouth, then bit down hard. Then I grabbed her other tit, biting around that nipple for balance.

That ass.

I tried to walk away. But her ass was hanging out of those shorts. Her unmarked ass.

I pushed her face down on the bed, then bit down hard. I could feel her skin crush but not break under my teeth. She squealed some more, and I took one more trophy photograph.

The next couple minutes were a blur of me actually behaving myself. We loosely arranged for more use of her holes.

I'm not sure anyone noticed me sneak into the dinner late, flushed and smelling of cunt. At this point, I didn't care. I felt like I should have brought her with me and made her sit under the table as a cockwarmer. But it wasn't that kind of charity dinner.