PRETTY LITTLE WHORE
CHAPTER 21

I should be angry at Malachi for what he put me through tonight—for offering my body up as a living sex doll for his friends' use. But for some reason, the indignant part of me seems to have packed up her bags and peaced out back in the living room, leaving a nymphomaniac in her place. The raging hunger in my chest for Malachi to fuck me harder and deeper is not a feeling I'm familiar with, but some repressed part of me has burst out of hiding and hijacked my brain.

"Harder… fuck me harder!" I beg, surprising myself with the unbridled passion in my voice.

"Fuck, Jaycee…" Malachi breathes as he thrusts deeper inside of me. "Who are you?"

"I'm… your whore.

"Deeper… please," I breathe. 

He doesn't need any further encouragement. He drops my wrists in favour of scooping me up at the waist, allowing me to wrap my legs tightly around his waist and hold onto him by his neck. He thrusts become feral, and I moan in appreciation as his mouth devours mine. 

In that moment my mind fully admits to what my body has known all along. 

I want this man, and I need him to want me. 

Eagerly, I ride his cock, the growing pleasure in my pussy making me feel high. For the first time, I give myself permission to fully relish the man who has been granted control over my body for the next two and a half months, and I allow my senses to fully take stock off him. I notice and appreciate his musky, masculine scent, the feel of his large oil-softened hands gripping and using my ass to pull me more tightly into him, the taste of beer on his tongue… but mostly it is the exquisite sensation of his thick cock stretching and filling me, massaging my slick core in just the right way as to have me helplessly clenching around him. 

"Fuck, baby…" he groans into my ear. "You feel so good...so fucking tight."

The pleasure inside of me escalates to new levels, and I eagerly tighten my grip around his neck, allowing me to further spread my legs and invite him to take me deeper still. I press my lips back to his, hungrily allowing every part of me to accept this man inside of me. The sweet onset of my coming orgasm has me moaning into his mouth as I melt against him and completely let go. 

"Yeah… Good girl!" Malachi holds me securely in place as waves of euphoria have me helpless to do anything but whine in sheer pleasure.

I collapse against him, exhausted as I feel Malachi's cock swelling to its full size before emptying his load inside of me.

He releases his hold on me, allowing my legs to drop back down into the tub as his cock slides out of my dripping pussy. He plants a kiss on my forehead and grins at me, running a hand affectionately through my wet hair. 

"There's my sexy little whore. Where has she been hiding all this time?"

I look away, suddenly feeling shy. And then I remember my resolution, so I fix my gaze onto his and smile coyly as I run a finger along his jaw. "She's been biding her time, but she's ready to play now."

"Fuck, yeah, she is," he says, planting a kiss on my lips, "we're going to have some fun, you and I…

"Where did your sexy little dress end up?"

"It's in the bedroom."

"I'll go grab it for you. Finish showering and make yourself pretty for my guests. Put the dress back on and come down when you're ready."

So the night's not over yet. I push down the feelings of fear and resistance that threaten to well up inside of me. I remind myself who I've resolved to be now. I'm a whore, and I am going to give those men a night they'll never forget. 

…And hopefully get Malachi closer to falling for me in the process.

"Yes, daddy," I say innocently, smiling up at him. 

"Good girl."

My makeup on, my hair blow dried into curls, I pull the maid dress over my head and tie the sash securing the little apron to my waist. Looking into the mirror, I practice allowing an alluring smile to spread across my face. 

But I admit it feels good to feel in control of my sexuality. Those boys won't know what hit them.

I take a deep breath and leave the sanctuary of the bathroom. As I descend the stairs, I can tell from the increased volume of their voices that they've consumed several drinks since I disappeared up the stairs with Malachi. Habitual fear threatens to grip me, but I shake it off. Drunk men will be less likely to see the fear under my false bravado. 

Once I'm halfway down the stairs, the men start noticing me, so I stop where I am, toss my hair to the side, and smile in what I hope is a seductive manner. 

"Hello, boys. Did you miss me?"

The men whistle their agreement. Their attention validates my performance, so I continue my strut down the stairs, amping up the sway of my hips. 

Though my intention is to approach the lap of one of the lesser threatening men in the room, my attention is diverted by one of the men snapping his fingers and calling out, "Grab me a beer from the fridge, slut!"

Though a part of me recoils at the command, I remind myself to go with the flow. This was to be expected. Men aren't going to immediately change their tune towards me just because I've suddenly decided to take on a new identity. Perhaps in time men would sense something differently about me and adjust their behaviour, but for now, these men's experience of me has been that of an angry and humiliated victim. 

I force myself to make eye contact with the demanding man and give him a hopefully charming smile. "Right away, sir. Would anyone else like one?" I ask, politely, looking around.

Hands raise around the room. Alright. I've got my work cut out for me. I hurry from the room to the kitchen and grab a box of beer from the fridge. I carry it out to the living room, setting it on the coffee table. I pull a bottle out, offering it to the man who had demanded it of me.

"After you hand those out, come sit with me."

"Yes, sir." I flash him a smile, hoping I'm managing to pull off the calm, confident, and sexy vibe I'm going for. 

I empty the box, and then head over to the man who's expecting me. I allow my eyes to unabashedly take in his full appearance—that's how men look at me, it's about time I return the favour. He's a ginger—green eyes, pale skin— he must be another gym buddy because he clearly works out. He's not bad looking.

He notices me eyeing him up and sneers at me. "Like what you see, slut?"

"You'll do," I reply haughtily. 

He scoffs. "Watch yourself, bitch."

I soften my voice. "Forgive me, sir. I do like what I see, and I'm eager to get my hands all over you."

"Mmm… come sit on my lap, slut."

I pull up my dress to straddle him and give him my best coy smile as I place my hands on his chest and rock my hips, allowing a moan to fall from my lips. 

The man's eyes darken. He reaches out and threads a hand through my hair before gripping it tightly from behind. With his other hand he fists my breast.

Perhaps my grand plan will only function to get me fucked faster. 

No. It's better this way. Give them what they want so they don't take it from me against my will. 

I can feel the man growing hard benearth me. A small part of me feels a burst of triumph. I did that. I do have power here.

"Fuck…" he murmurs as I continue to gyrate against his lap. 

He suddenly lets go of my hair and places a hand on my chest, giving me a shove off of him. I go tumbling off of the couch. 

I yelp and look up at him from where I've landed on the ground, confused. 

He undoes his pants, freeing his cock. He gives me a sly grin and motions with his finger for me to come closer. 

"I want your mouth on my cock, slut."

It's like he can sense my efforts to gain some power here, so he purposefully knocked me off balance—literally. 

Well, I'm not that easily thwarted. I shoot him a glare before I get settled on my knees, determined to gain the upper hand by blowing his mind along with his cock. 

I maintain eye contact while I firmly grasp his cock next to his balls and open my mouth wide, taking him deep. I bob my head up and down his length, sucking him enthusiastically while continuously swirling my tongue. His moans fuel my efforts. 

I'm in control here, I tell myself. While I have a clear head, he's desperate for me to give him release. He needs me. 

"Fuck…" He grabs a fistful of my hair, and I tense, fearing that he's going to be forceful with me, but to my relief, he lets me maintain control of the rhythm.

For a few seconds that is, and then he's yanking me off of him by the hair. 

"Get on the couch. Head down, ass up."

But I'm not giving in yet. 

I stand up, and instead of finding my hands and knees, I look the ginger man directly in the eyes and bite my lip as I find the string of my apron and let it fall off. I grasp the hem of my dress and slowly peel it up and over my head. 

Then, with as much confidence as I can muster, I place my hands on the couch, and looking behind me at the ginger guy, I say in my most sexy and commanding voice. "Fuck me." Then I crawl onto the couch and arch my back for him as much as I can, spreading my knees wide. 

I'd forgotten all about the other men in the room, but I hear them now making cheering sounds of approval, and I realize that we have the full attention of the party. Good. They all can witness the new me.

Ginger grabs my hair from behind, and with his other hand on my hip, he sinks his cock inside of me. I let out an exaggerated moan, fully embracing my role as the whore and. letting the room believe I am experiencing extreme pleasure. Just a few thrusts later and Ginger is unleashing his load inside of me. 

He pulls out, and I rise to a standing position, making a show of sinking a finger inside of my pussy and slowly licking my finger clean of his cum. 

I notice Malachi watching me from the corner, and the look on his face makes it all worthwhile.

He's looking at me with pride.