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 SLIP

   The suitcase was packed; bulging at the seams even.  Where was I going?
Just to a hotel about 5 minutes walk away...

   What was in the suitcase?  Nothing but the most sexual items I owned. 
Not a single thing that didn't exist purely to gratify, to arouse, to
stimulate.  To take the simple act of sex and make it as dirty, kinky, as
intense as you could possible imagine.  In my world that meant 3 things: a
wardrobe's worth of the sluttiest and most shameful lingerie, a sex shop's
worth of toys, lubes and bdsm gear, and a cocktail of drugs and booze to
guarantee nothing short of losing your mind in a world of pleasure.

   Yeah I had a pretty big stash of sex stuff.  But this was the first time
I'd ever taken it out of the house.  For the first time I was meeting a
random off the net instead of just fucking myself silly in front of a cam.
So as I lugged the going-round-the-world-sized suitcase out the door, I was
definitely a bit scared.  But more drunk, and I was planning on bombing
some mdma as soon as I'd got to the hotel.  The guy wasn't going to get
there for a bit, so the plan was to get dressed and prepare myself there
rather than attempt to make the journey in slut mode.

   It was a pretty shady hotel, which was kind of the point.  Checked in
and went straight to the room, in, closed door, double lock.  Heart racing:
Time to whore up.

   I had a whole look in mind, but emptied the entire suitcase out on to
the bed anyway.  Sifting through the huge mound of sexualized clothing I
picked out the first outfit.  Pink and black stripper's fishnets on. 
Open-cup pink bra on.  Lacey black panties.  Pink and black latex
miniskirt. Black boned corset tightened beyond discomfort.  Shiny black
heels.  Topped off with an extravagant pink and blue cosplay-style wig.

   Bathroom: Make-up went on, cute and slutty; mostly blues and pinks,
black eyeliner and mascara.  My nails were painted.  I looked hot.  Couple
sprays of skanky perfume to complete the sensory experience.  I was rock
hard beneath the miniskirt, drunk on more than just the booze.  I wiggled
my cute ass back into the bedroom.
Managed to get some kinky shemale porn playing on the tv, and turned on
some trashy druggy techno music.  I couldn't stop playing with myself. 

Mustn't come yet.  Still 10 minutes before he arrives.

   I rolled around on the bed soaking up the waves of femininity, my
perfume washing over the room and my cock dripping all over the sheets.  I
had a bomb of mdma and viagra.  I wanted to be rolling pretty hard not long
after he was due to arrive.  Then I was playing with my ass, lubing it up
for him.  preparing myself to be used.  Reached for a pink translucent
buttplug, slipped it into my hole, sighing with lust.

   Phone buzzes, he's at the hotel and has my room number, and is coming
up. Sexual excitement and nervousness all over, traces of the mdma bubbling
into the mix.  I dashed up to the door, unlocked it, opened it, and left it
there slightly ajar, immediately hit by the too-sane ambience of people
talking softly and walking along the corridor.  My room was an entirely
different world.  I stumbled backwards onto the bed and tried to think of a
hot pose to greet him with.  Heart racing far too fast to feel inspired, I
got an all fours on the bed and poked my butt-plugged miniskirted ass up,
wiggling it unconsciously in the cold air.

   Above the pulsing techno I heard a door squeak open, and footsteps.  At
that moment I felt the mdma more than I had so far that night, and my whole
body was electric, a complete awareness of the pleasures of every bit of
lace on skin, of the perfume in the air, of my hair dangling around my
shoulders, the plug stretching me open.  The intensity of it all made me
let out the sluttiest of moans, completely unintentionally but perfectly
timed as I gazed up to the door through scuffled hair.

   He was looking along my body as he walked in, with the creepiest most
perverse grin on his face.  He was maybe 10 years older than me, and pretty
much what I expected: A bit out of shape, hairy arms, something dark about
him.  Exactly what I wanted to fulfil my own perverse fantasies.

   His first words weren't aimed at me: "She's here, our fucking whore is
in here!".  Confusing.  I blinked, eyes blurred, realizing the mdma was
hitting me pretty hard.  I was maybe a bit panicked.  I thought this would
be a 1-on-1.  It's ok, this is a hotel, I can scream if I need to, people
will come.  I am dressed like a total cock whore though.  I'd rather not
scream.  Unless I really have to.

   I guess he saw that I was a bit worried.  "Don't worry, we're gonna have
fun.  You look like such a fucking depraved bitch, look at you.  Holy fuck,
I don't think there's anything you won't do." Before he had finished
talking he had walked over to me, was unzipped and had his semi-hard cock
hanging in front of me, warming the air, the smell of someone else's precum
wafting through the perfume hanging around me.

   "See?  We're off to a good start, my dirty little sex pixie." I guess he
was referring to my pink and blue hair.  Either way his cock was in my
mouth already, I'd gulped it in without even thinking about it.  The first
cock in my mouth, how uneventful.  Not that I wasn't loving it, feeling so
dirty, feeling it harden against my cheek, my own cock pushing against my
panties in response.

   I was a natural.  Or perhaps I'd just practiced a lot with dildos.  I
was deepthroating him, choking on it, spitting on it, licking his balls
like he was sweating sugar.  I'd forgotten about the apparent fact he
brought others with him until the room's door clicking shut snapped me out
of my cock-trance.  With his hardness still buried in my mouth I looked up.

   "What the fuck!" I tried to scream over the cock in my mouth; in reality
it was just a muffled exclamation as I reeled back on the bed, realizing I
didn't have enough hands to cover my shame with.  I locked my legs cross
with my cock pushed between them, my hands over my nipples.  I reiterated.

   "What the fuck is this!?" He was still smiling that creepy grin as he
staggered onto the bed after me, reaching for my legs, prying them apart so
my cock bounced up out of my pulled back skirt.

   He was laughing.  "That girl-cock in your panties doesn't seem to have a
problem." He grabbed it and started squeezing it roughly.  It was harder
than ever, but that's what viagra does, right?  Except I was gasping with
pleasure, ineffectively attempting to fend his hands away, fighting my own
unexpected arousal more than I was fighting him.  "Now, I don't want to
have to gag you.  Your mouth is perfect for fucking.  So just be cool,
we're going to have fun."

   My eyes were glazed over, my head spinning as pleasure ripped through my
body, questions racing through my mind.  With fearful sluggishness my gaze
drifted back towards the door, my vision still blurred, my body still
electric.

   "Look at you.  Don't be telling me you have morals.  Fucking look at
you. Drugged up perv-slut."

   I struggled to focus on the two figures at the door.  There was a
fucking kid there.  My eyes were still all over the place but I was sure of
it.  The fact the man didn't seem surprised by my reaction pretty much
confirmed it.  I wanted out.  This was dangerous.  Could be a set-up. 
Don't want to do anything illegal.

   I tried to get up.  Nope.  This guy was bigger and stronger than me. 
Held me down with ease.  I was struggling, but why wasn't I screaming?  I
just kept uttering "What the fuck..." in a dazed, confused stupor.  Then
the reality hit and I started getting a bit louder, and straight away felt
hard cock back in my mouth.  It was like a pacifier.  I moaned like a
whore. I was sucking it obediently as if nothing had changed, as if it was
just me and him in the room.

   With each thrust down my throat I was inching towards complete
submission.  I was playing with myself.  Body taking over.  No hope of
rationalizing.

   It was like all the dark implications had hijacked my drug-enhanced
state of euphoria, and driven it to a far more intensely perverse realm
than I had ever imagined.  I felt like there really was nothing I wouldn't
do.  I had lost myself to pleasure and promises of pleasure, the seedy
hotel room melting and throbbing all around me, my body helplessly arching
and gyrating in ecstasy.  I sensed the two other figures coming towards the
bed where I lay.  With one slip I had fallen down a rabbit hole of
unimaginable perversion.