Pulling me close, Nelson planted a kiss on my mouth. His lips were eager, almost forceful, and I moaned as his tongue met mine. Even while he kicked the door closed behind him, his hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts and buttocks, sliding along my thighs. I caught a whiff of cigarette smoke clinging to him, along with a hint of cologne.

In his embrace, I practically went limp, my own lust ceding to submission. Breaking our kiss, Nelson asked, "Which bedroom is yours?"

"The one at the end of the hall," I replied in a shaky voice. 

He smiled, as if to ease my nervousness, then lifted me off my feet. I wrapped my arms and legs around him while he effortlessly strode toward my room. Once inside, he set me back down, and I had just a moment to glance around in an effort to see my surroundings the way he might. All was orderly, with the bed neatly made.

But Nelson wasn't interested in the bed just then. Instead, he drew the straps of my slip from my shoulders. Teasingly, he lowered the garment until my nipples were exposed. Looking down, I noticed those rosy peaks had grown hard from his caresses.

"Such a sexy girl," he murmured.

I gasped when Nelson brought his mouth to my right breast. He suckled fiercely, leading me to wonder if he'd mark my skin. Winding my fingers through his hair, I held him to me, not bothering to muffle my pleasured moans. 

I felt the sharp nip of his teeth, followed by a soothing lick. He tugged at my left nipple, drawing the flesh taut. That hint of pain made the ache between my thighs all the more insistent. 

Sliding a hand beneath my slip, Nelson cupped my sex. His fingers teased my pubic hair, and when he stood upright again, I caught sight of his grin. 

"Already wet," he said, "just as I knew you'd be." 

"Aren't you going to get undressed, too?" I asked as he stripped me completely naked. His touch bordered on rough. 

"Not yet."

It made me feel uncomfortably vulnerable to stand nude before him. He hadn't so much as unbuttoned his shirt. Yet he gave me little time to grow anxious before his hands resumed their fondling. We were so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face when he began exploring my most intimate area. The second he grazed my clitoris, I drew in a sharp breath.

"Oh, yes, I know just how much you enjoy that, Joni." He applied a bit more pressure, which prompted me to thrust my hips in his direction. My wanton movement obviously pleased him, for he laughed low and soft. "Look at you acting like a whore." Leaning even closer, he whispered in my ear, "And whose whore are you?"

"Yours," I mewled, shame only intensifying my need.

"That's right. All mine." 

Nelson didn't bother to pull back the covers before guiding me down onto the bed. Some shred of my modesty remained, for I lay there with my legs closed and my arms folded over my breasts. My pathetic attempts at propriety only made him shake his head.

"No use in trying to be a good girl now," he said while taking off his shoes. "We both know what you really are."

Still fully dressed, Nelson joined me; I felt the fabric of his clothing slide along my skin. With a firm hand, he worked my legs apart so he could kneel between them. My cheeks burned hot as he leaned forward, getting a closer look at my cunt in the room's lamplight. Gently, he spread my outer labia.

"Dripping wet." There was a clear note of appreciation in his voice. Looking back up at me, he added, "You know I'm going to lick up every drop of that juice."

I almost covered my face with my hands. I was embarrassed by his talk, and by the way he had me on display. Somehow, I forced myself to hold his stare. When he settled down on the bed, with his face just inches from my sex, I didn't squirm or scoot away. Instead, I blurted out, "Why do you want to do this?"

He seemed both amused and puzzled by my question. "Because I know my mouth can make you feel so good, Joni." As if to prove his point, he gave me a languid lick. That stimulation sent a jolt through my body. "And because I know it makes you feel dirty."

I didn't have a chance to formulate a reply before he started licking and sucking at my flesh. My breaths were coming far too fast, and I struggled to calm down. All the while, the sound of Nelson's moans, and his enthusiastic mouth, carried up to me. 

"You taste like sex itself," he said in a guttural voice. His tongue ventured down to my entrance. The feel of him probing me in such a filthy, intimate way made my eyes grow wide.

As he continued his oral pleasuring, my body responded in spite of my self-consciousness. Tentatively, I rested a hand on his head, and my own moans soon mingled with his. When his tongue flicked over my clitoris, I couldn't help but rock my hips.

Nelson focused on that tender, swollen bud, showing it no mercy. I was soon hot, on the verge of sweating. Like the slut he wanted me to be, I begged for more. My fingers toyed with my nipples, heightening my bliss.

"Oh my God, I'm close!" Grabbing Nelson's hair, I pressed him harder to me. In response, he lashed my clitoris at an unbelievable pace. Through the excruciating anticipation of my climax, I found myself wondering how his tongue could feel worlds better than my own familiar touch. 

My hips moved with an instinctual rhythm until I was grinding against Nelson's face. Throaty cries fell from my lips, and it seemed every muscle in my body tensed.

Finally, I came while releasing a low scream. Even as I tried to curl in on myself, with powerful spasms overtaking me, Nelson didn't retreat. My grip on his hair, and my thighs clamping around him, only spurred him on. 

While aftershocks rippled through me, I gulped in several lungfuls of air, sounding as though I'd been held underwater for too long. Slowly, Nelson sat up, and I noticed his lips and chin were shiny with my lubrication. His hair was tousled, but he made no attempt to smooth it back into place. Instead, he lay upon me, his mouth seeking mine.

"Taste yourself," he demanded, then thrust his tongue between my lips. I let out a surprised cry, for I hadn't expected my essence to be so strong. There was something raw, something wild, in that kiss. Something raw and wild in me.

When Nelson sat up again, I expected him to finally undress and then take me. But he returned his attention to my cunt. With avid interest, he parted my outer lips. "You're so flushed and swollen now." Glancing back up at me, he said, "I know you're ready for my cock."

Seeing as how I'd promised to be his whore for the night, I quickly nodded. "So ready!"

He flashed a smile. "Not yet." He eased a finger deep inside my entrance. "Not until I play with you a bit more."

I clenched my muscles around him, desperate to be filled. As if to reward me, Nelson added another finger, which my slick flesh effortlessly accepted. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of me, and the sound of that penetration seemed obscenely loud to my own ears. 

"Yes!" I moaned, arching my back and thrusting my breasts upward.

"That's it, show me what a slut you are," he urged in a surprisingly tender voice.

Though I'd just come, my thighs again started quaking. The sight made Nelson grin in triumph. 

"You just can't help yourself, can you, Joni?" he taunted. "I bet you want me to fill your sweet little cunt even more." 

With that, he started working a third finger into me. Biting my lip, I fought back a whimper, for I was now being stretched wide. I experienced only a pang of discomfort, but the potential for pain lingered.

Locking eyes with Nelson, I realized he was studying me closely. Something like trust, like affection, bloomed within my chest when I understood he would be careful not to hurt me. 

I allowed him to fuck me with those fingers, tentatively at first, and then more fervently. Drawing in a deep breath, I could smell my arousal. Now that I'd fully surrendered, lying there while he treated me like his cherished plaything, my excitement ratcheted up to the point where my entire body quaked. Never had I come from any type of vaginal penetration, but I was so close now!

And Nelson knew it. "Come around my fingers, you dirty whore." 

Though his words struck me like slaps, I continued writhing and whimpering. Again and again, he drove his fingers inside me, and I was soon begging, "Please! Oh God, don't stop!"

He stared down at me, unbridled lust making him appear as a stranger. His face was flushed, and just before I came, I found myself longing to stroke his cock and discover how hard he'd grown.

My second orgasm wasn't delicate or subdued. No, I shuddered as my cunt contracted around Nelson's fingers with a force that reverberated into my very core. My eyes rolled, and my once-perfect curls clung to my damp forehead.

"Good girl!" he said, placing emphasis on each word. I hadn't yet fully recovered when he withdrew his fingers and leaned to work them between my lips. Obediently, I sucked his skin clean of my juices. 

Still trembling, I watched him climb from the bed and begin to strip. Before removing his pants, he retrieved a condom from his pocket. Casually, he tossed it on my nightstand. 

I took the opportunity to pull back the covers. My face burned hotter at the sight of the damp spot I'd left on my bedspread. As I slipped beneath the sheet and drew it to my chest, I could feel wetness coating my inner thighs.

Lifting an eyebrow, Nelson said, "No sense in hiding from me."

Offering what I hoped was an alluring smile, I lowered the sheet to reveal my breasts. That made him undress even faster, and while he hurried out of his clothes, I blatantly studied his body. Unlike me, he didn't seem at all self-conscious about his nudity. Though still mostly lean, he'd grown a little softer with age. His chest was quite hairy, and when he yanked down his underwear, I found that ample pubic hair surrounded his hard cock. 

My lips parted as I admired his erection. The foreskin was drawn back, revealing a pink, glistening glans. I liked the way his balls appeared heavy, hanging low. 

Standing at the bedside, Nelson gave his length a stroke. "Well, you wanted me undressed," he murmured. "Are you happy with what you see?"

Tilting my head back to meet his hot stare, I grinned. "Very."

"Spoken like a true slut," he responded with a playful wink.

I moved over in the bed, making room for him. After joining me, he pushed the covers down until they were out of our way. As we shared another kiss, this one almost tender, he took my hand and guided it to his erection.

"Touch me," he breathed.

While searching his face, I gently stroked him. He was so firm and hot beneath my fingers, his cock twitching in my grasp. 

"Ah, that's nice," Nelson moaned. Looking down between us, he seemed to grow more excited watching me. My own breaths were coming faster, and I couldn't resist pressing my lips to his neck. Already, I loved his scent.

Lifting a hand, he stroked my hair. "Take me in your mouth."

Those words weren't spoken as a request, but as an instruction he was certain I'd follow. I hesitated, my hand growing still. I didn't want to admit that I had very little experience with oral sex. My former boyfriend had asked me to do it once, but less than a minute after I'd begun licking and sucking his tip, he warned he was about to come. I'd quickly pulled back, using my hand to bring him to orgasm.

It was my fierce desire to please Nelson that made me kiss my way down his chest and belly. His hair was coarse against my lips, yet that didn't deter me from extending my tongue to lick his skin. He released a pleasured sigh, his muscles tightening in anticipation. 

I ended up kneeling between his legs, my gaze full of wonderment while I regarded his cock. Leaning forward, I gave his entire length a tentative lick. The sensation of my tongue sliding along the underside of his erection caused him to groan. 

Propped up against two pillows, he eagerly watched as I grew bolder. "That's it, get it nice and wet, baby," he urged.

I planted open-mouthed kisses upon every inch of Nelson's length before wrapping my lips around the tip. He groaned louder, his intense arousal unmistakable. When our eyes locked, I saw him smile. 

"Fuck, you're gorgeous!" he said. When I moaned in response, he pulsed against my tongue. Gingerly, I took him deeper. 

"Ah, yes, Joni! I love seeing that beautiful mouth filled with my cock!" 

His words made me blush even as I inched farther downward. It surprised me, the way his girth stretched my lips, and the moment his tip pushed into my throat, I was forced to withdraw.

Again, I looked up at him, feeling both dirty for what I'd just done and also inadequate for not managing to do more.

Nelson reached to caress my cheek. As if sensing my doubt, he murmured, "You're making me feel so good. Now, why don't you give my balls some attention?"

I tried to hide my shock at his suggestion, for this was completely outside the realm of my previous experience. Aside from a basic understanding about the biological purpose of testicles, I knew only that they were quite sensitive. I'd all but ignored my boyfriend's when we'd made love.

Nelson probably read the uncertainty on my face. "Be a good little slut and lick them," he told me, choosing to ignore my naivete. 

I drew in a deep breath to steady my nerves. How could I do this without making a fool of myself? 

Then I remembered I was playing the part of a whore. Nelson's whore. Taking hold of his cock, I stroked him while lowering my head again. With my lips, I nuzzled his sac. His scent wafted up to me, growing stronger as I explored this intimate, unfamiliar part of his body.

When I dared to lick him, I was surprised to feel his flesh tauten beneath my tongue. He rewarded me with another lust-filled moan, and I became brazen enough to delicately take his right ball between my lips. 

Nelson hissed through clenched teeth, sounding almost pained, yet he urged me on. My hand moved faster up and down his cock while I gently suckled his scrotum. The act was strangely empowering, for I sensed his vulnerability, along with his trust. I didn't even mind the hair covering his skin, just as my pubic hair hadn't prevented him from enjoying my cunt. I detected a trace of salt, along with a taste that was distinctly his.

"My God, you are a dirty girl, aren't you?" he said through low laughter. "And you know just what to do to drive me wild. This is in your blood, Joni."

Was that true? I wondered while paying equal attention to his other testicle. My cunt still faintly throbbed from the intrusion of Nelson's fingers, and I realized I loved it. I loved him using me and pushing me to my limit. 

And I loved it when he called me dirty. 

With renewed enthusiasm, I returned to sucking him off. Soon, my head was bobbing up and down, and he rested a hand on my hair, gently guiding my movements. 

"That's it, take my cock, you filthy slut!" he growled. 

When I again moaned all around him, he wove his fingers through my disheveled curls. "Wait, baby, it's too soon for me to come!"  

Sitting up, I wiped at my lips. Though my jaw ached slightly, I was beyond satisfied with what I'd accomplished. Nelson pulled me down beside him, and when I lay on my back, he made a point to spread my legs wide. 

"Just like that," he said in a low voice.

His movements grew urgent as he retrieved the condom from the nightstand and set about sheathing his cock. Turning my head toward him, I watched the act with barely disguised fascination. Whatever Nelson glimpsed in my face made him grin. 

"Patience, sweetheart. You'll get every inch soon."

His words brought a blush to my cheeks, for I hadn't realized my hunger was so apparent. 

Swiftly, Nelson positioned himself between my open thighs. Abject need now had me shaking, and he didn't hesitate to prod my entrance. I felt my flesh give a little as a result of that pressure.

Then he stopped, growing utterly still with his cock in hand. I looked up at him, certain he saw the bewilderment and frustration in my stare.

Lifting an eyebrow, he suddenly appeared stern. "Beg."

My jaw dropped. "What?"

Nelson offered no joking laughter or reassuring smile. Instead, he slid his tip upward, caressing my labia. Yet he pointedly avoided my clitoris. 

"I want to hear you beg like a whore," he said. When I jutted out my chin, defiant, he tilted his head, his eyes mocking. "It's a little late to muster up your pride now, Joni."

I stayed quiet, indignation waging a battle with my lust. Talking dirty was one thing, but this would serve to debase me entirely. Was that what he wanted?

Nelson again eased only a little inside me, but the sensation was enough to ratchet up my desire. I moaned, hoping to coax him deeper. To my bitter disappointment, he withdrew altogether.

"Beg," he repeated. 

Though his resolve proved successful in eroding my will, I remained stubbornly quiet. My gaze swept over his body, from his cock upward to his face. It was striking, how different he now seemed. His stare was almost cold, and I trembled beneath its weight.

Finally, I parted my lips. Shame, an emotion which had become all too familiar since I'd encountered Nelson in town just days ago, settled low in my belly like a stagnant pool. "Please," I choked out.

I was sure he heard it, just as I did: the sound of my pride being obliterated by a single syllable.