The Birth of a Whore 7

Margot never needed an excuse to "let loose" a bit. And now, she just dropped by my place with a bottle of prosecco.

We started talking about life, and then Margot suddenly kissed me passionately. First on the lips, then on the neck, then lower... I didn't even notice how my robe and bra were removed. Margot played with my breasts, teasing my pussy with her fingers.

-Ooh, you're all wet...

I never found out that Margot had slipped a lion's dose of an aphrodisiac into my glass.

Soon, my panties were pulled off too.

Margot ran the tip of her finger along the tender fold between my legs.

-Mmmmm... was all I managed to moan

.

-What, what?

-Sex...

-Be specific, what exactly do you want... Margot pressed her finger slightly, making it sink a little into my tender opening.

-I want to get fucked.

-What?

-I want to be fucked...

-What? Say it again.

-I want to be fucked. Screwed, pounded. I want a big, hard cock shoved into my pussy. Shoved all the way to the balls. I want to feel a meaty dick in my mouth. I don't just want to be fucked, I want to be fucked in all my holes. I want to be fucked in the ass and have my face and tits covered in cum. I want a man, or better yet several, maybe even all at once.

-Wow... -Margot was even surprised. -I was going to say you're a horny bitch, but it turns out you're a slut and a whore. By the way, that's a compliment.

— Let me be a whore, but I want sex... whores and sluts should be fucked and screwed. Just put it in me already..., — I pulled a dildo out of the nightstand.

Why? Margot tossed the toy aside.

-I have a better idea.

We're going to the whore's den right now.

-Where are we going?

— To the whore's den. You object?

— You deliberately teased me like this so I couldn't refuse, right?

— So as not to waste time. You would have agreed anyway, but now I don't have to convince or persuade you. You do want this, don't you?

I just nodded.

Want me to help you feel like a horny slut?

Another nod.

-Then get ready. We'll start by going to a club to hang out... and then we'll see. Just dress appropriately.

-In what? — I was already thinking poorly, all my thoughts were only about sex.

-I have something for you. — Margot handed me a bag. Try it on, it should fit.

I looked into the bag and pulled out something that, in theory, should be called a dress.

— Come on, try it on, — Margot commanded. — For underwear, just wear a thong. I think you have one.

-Are you sure I should go in this? — I asked with some doubt in my voice, looking at myself in the mirror. There was so little of the bright, shiny fabric that it left practically no room for imagination. The thin material clung to my body, barely covering it and exposing most of it to view.

An open back, thin straps, a neckline so deep that the piercing in my navel is practically visible. My breasts are just begging to be exposed with any careless movement. The skirt barely covers the narrow strip of panties, but at the slightest attempt to sit, let alone bend over... hmm... really clothes for whores.

— Don't fuss. Aunt Margot wouldn't advise anything bad, I promise — you'll like it.

In the second bag were sandals on a very high stiletto heel and a rather substantial platform. They stayed on the foot with the help of long laces that wrapped around the calf all the way to the knee.

— You can only dance a striptease in these, — I remarked.

— That's up to you. No one will forbid it.

Sit down, I'll do your makeup.

The makeup was bright, bordering on vulgarity. Bold eyeliner, bright eyeshadow, mascara, red lipstick and lip gloss.

-The makeup is extra long-lasting, by the way. So keep that in mind.

My nails were also painted with bright polish. Massive hoop earrings hung from my ears. My hair was simply gathered into a high ponytail.

— So they don't get in the way. But if anything — just let it down.

Well, ready to let loose? Then move to the exit, slut, the taxi is already waiting.

Being called "slut" washed over me with a new wave of arousal. Although it seemed to me before that I was already at the peak. What will happen when they arrive then...

She went down the stairs, clicking her high heels and thinking that she really looked like a whore and a slut. Sky-high heels, barely any clothes. You could only call this a dress with a lot of imagination. Bright, flashy makeup. And Margot did me a favor – on my shoulder was a temporary tattoo — "SLUT" — done in fancy letters.

— So that no one has any more doubts, Margot said. — Even if so, I was burning with desire. I simply needed sex. And not some vanilla, lovey-dovey lovemaking, but a full-on, hard fuck.

In the taxi, I imagined the whole way how I gave myself to the driver right in the car, but Margot pulled me out of the car as soon as we arrived. Although the taxi driver was clearly not against getting paid in kind. But Margot had other plans.

I clearly felt the lustful looks on me. This was no surprise, considering how I looked. It seemed the people around had no particular doubts about why this bitch came to the club. It was as if I was carrying a sign that said "fuck me".

At the entrance, Margot, after exchanging a couple of words with the bouncer, suddenly put a headband with Playboy bunny ears on my head.

-And what's this for?

— Wait, you'll find out soon.

— But still...

— It's not for long, you'll take it off soon. All the girls who want to participate in the program wear these ears.

— In what program?

— Wait, just a little longer. It's a surprise.

I noticed that indeed, some girls had the same ears, and what also didn't escape my attention, they were all dressed extremely revealingly.

-Let's go dance a bit, Margot suggested.

-Hey, slut, — he nodded at my "tattoo". — maybe we can find a private spot?, — he asked, groping my ass.

I, going crazy with arousal, nodded, and was about to follow him, but then Margot intervened.

— Hey... where to? The program is starting soon.

And indeed, something started on stage.

First, a fiery blonde performed an amazing striptease. Then a muscular black man took her place. After his dance, the host came out and announced that the program was beginning.

That the stage was free, and which of the bunny girls wanted to show herself?

While he was speaking, Margot, grabbing my arm, pushed forward. And on the host's last question, she pushed me forward and started pointing at me.

— Oh, excellent. What a wonderful bunny. Come up on stage.

Not thinking, I went up.

I found myself on stage.

-Hey, bunny, show us what you've got.

I started moving to the music, beginning to caress myself with my hands. I understood that I was dancing much worse than the girl who danced before me. But as it turned out, they expected something else from me. That same huge black man suddenly appeared next to me and immediately started groping me. I almost moaned from arousal. Practically immediately, my breasts were on display for everyone, and the hem of my dress rode up. The audience screamed. And then the black man tore off my thong, apparently ripping it, and threw it into the crowd. But I didn't care anymore. Something like a couch had already been brought onto the stage. And the black man, picking me up, laid me on it.

The crowd went wild. I was lying there, not thinking about anything, when suddenly the black man spread my legs and I felt a huge cock entering me.

This was the highlight of the club's program. The black man fucked me in front of everyone, and I just moaned. Soon I was turned over and put on all fours, and the black man entered me from behind and started pounding me with renewed force. And the host's cock was in my mouth. I was fucked thoroughly. And then, when to the stormy applause of the audience both came abundantly, the black man lifted me in his arms and brought me to the edge of the stage.

— Do you want this sweet bitch? — the host shouted into the microphone

And then the black man threw me onto the dance floor, where I was caught by dozens of hands.

I very quickly lost count of the number of cocks that had been inside me. And what difference did it make. I took them in all my holes. They stretched me out and impaled me. I sucked and swallowed. My dress was pulled off me still on stage. I was left in only the sandals, which stayed on my feet only thanks to the high laces. By the end of the show, I was covered in cum and completely exhausted. I felt not even like a whore — but a slut. But strangely enough, I wasn't the least bit self-conscious about it.

-Hey, girlfriend, how was the gang bang? How many did you take? Didn't count? — Margot came over. Judging by her slightly disheveled appearance, she hadn't wasted time either. But apparently limited herself to a smaller number of partners.

Margot handed me my dress.

-Go wash up and get dressed. They'll be closing here soon.

By the way, I want to introduce you to someone.

Next to Margot stood a lively girl, dressed in a microscopic top and skirt. Apparently, she had also participated in the program.

-Hi, I'm Snezhanna. Are you new? Haven't seen you before. They fucked you pretty good today. Congratulations. But you could use a little training. You've got plenty of enthusiasm, but your technique is lacking. Want me to teach you how to suck properly?

— Snezhanna is one of the best cock-suckers in the club, Margo added. A real pro at sucking. She won't teach you anything bad.

-So, will you learn? We'll make a great cocksucker out of you. Margo gave me your number. And here's mine. — Without thinking twice, Snezhanna wrote the number with lipstick right on my thigh.

-Well, bye, hope to see you.

-And we're going. — Margo helped me pull on my dress and wiped me a bit with a wet wipe. — You'll wash up at home. Don't bother looking for your panties, it's useless. Let's go. I called a taxi.

I stood up, staggering. My buckling legs could barely hold me. And then these heels on top of it. I hoped I wouldn't fall. With an unsteady gait, I walked towards the exit.