“You're a dirty little slut who loves taking it up the arse while you're got a face full of cum. Admit it or I'll stop.”

I groaned out the words, taking the chance to lick some of his cum from the side of my mouth, desperate to feel him cum up me, knowing that he'd be as good as his word and suck and fuck me after.

“Tell me you want to cum up your arse.”

“I want you to cum up my arse. Please!” I groaned.

“I knew it... slut!” And with that, I felt his cock pulse, shooting its creamy load into my virgin arsehole. He pulled out. “And now...” he flipped me back over and put his cock in my face. “Lick it clean.”

I did as he told, disgusted at myself but hornier than I'd ever felt before, feeling his cum leaking from my arsehole and my juices mingling to meet them as my cunt twitched eagerly. He lay back for a while.

He opened his arms and I lay on his chest, taking a breather but desperate for him to fuck me.

“I never thought I'd enjoy it - but I loved it.” I wasn't lying.

“Well, in that case, since you were so good, I guess it's your turn.”

He moved between my thighs and ran his tongue so gently over my clit I thought I'd cry.

“You like that?” I pushed my hips up, rubbing my clit into his face and he sucked harder, taking me to orgasm in a matter of seconds. “You really did like it. So I suppose you deserve a fuck too.”

He slid on a condom and pushed his cock hard up me, pinning my arms above my head.

“I knew you were a dirty slut the second I saw you.

“And I told you I always get what I want.”

He hammered harder and harder into me, mingling the borderline between pleasure and pain as he fucked me. The second he felt me coming around him, he came inside me, biting my neck hard.

“And I told you,” he whispered in my ear, “that I get what I want too.”

The next morning, I sneaked out, hungover, a bit embarrassed but pleased with what I'd done. Occasionally we see each other at industry functions but we never mention what happened that night. Although I may yet repeat it, given half a chance.