100 NIGHTS OF SIN

### **Her POV** Tonight is the first night a stranger shoves his ten-inch c**k down my throat the second the door shuts, teaching me how to be the perfect anonymous slut. The lock clicks. Before I can even turn around his hand is fisted in my hair, yanking my head back. “Open your f*****g mouth,” he growls, voice low and already wrecked with hunger. I drop to my knees on the marble, mouth already watering. My lips part obediently. “Good girl,” he rasps, and then he’s feeding me his c**k, thick, heavy, veins pulsing against my tongue as he forces inch after inch past my lips. “That’s it. Take it. Take every f*****g inch like you were born for it.” I gag hard when the fat head punches the back of my throat. Spit pours out the corners of my mouth, dripping off my chin onto my t**s. He doesn’t stop. “Relax your throat, slut. You begged for this c**k on the app, remember? ‘No limits, use me like a hole.’ Open wider.” I whimper around him, tears already leaking, mascara running. I force my jaw wider, swallow, and he slides deeper, until my nose is buried in the trimmed hair at his base and his balls are resting on my chin. “f**k yes,” he groans. “Look at you. First minute in the room and you’re already choking on ten inches like a perfect little whore.” He holds me there, hips flush against my face, cutting off my air. My throat spasms around him. “Count to ten in your head,” he orders. “If you pull off before I say, I walk out and you get nothing tonight.” I count—one, two, three—lungs burning, p***y clenching so hard I feel the wetness sliding down my thighs. “Ten,” he finally says, and yanks me off by the hair. I gasp, coughing, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening c**k. He slaps my cheek with it—heavy, wet smacks that echo in the suite. “Tell me thank you,” he demands. “Thank you,” I choke out, voice raw. “Thank you for what?” “Thank you for letting me choke on your big f*****g cock.” He smirks. “Again.” He shoves back in, harder this time, f*****g my throat in brutal thrusts that make obscene wet sounds. “Hands behind your back,” he snaps. “Don’t you dare touch that p***y yet. You come when I say, not before.” I clasp my wrists at the small of my back, moaning around the c**k pistoning in and out of my mouth. “That’s it,” he grunts. “Drool all over yourself. Ruin that pretty lipstick. I want you looking like the messy little cumrag you are.” My mascara is a disaster, black streaks down my cheeks, spit shining on my chest. I’ve never been wetter in my life. He pulls out suddenly, c**k bobbing in front of my face, angry red and dripping. “Beg.” “Please,” I whimper instantly. “Please f**k my throat again. Please use me.” “Louder.” “Please shove that fat c**k back down my throat and make me cry on it!” He laughs, dark and filthy, and rams back in. This time he doesn’t hold back. He f***s my face like a p***y—long, punishing strokes that make my throat bulge, balls slapping my chin with every thrust. “Gag for me,” he snarls. “Let me hear how much you love it.” I do—ugly, wet, desperate retching sounds that only seem to make him harder. “God, listen to you. You’re f*****g made for this. Look at those tears. Look at that throat taking me like it was built for my cock.” I can’t answer. I can only take it, eyes rolling back, p***y throbbing so hard I’m humping the air. He pulls out again, slaps my face with his c**k—left cheek, right cheek, then drags the slick head across my lips. “Tell me what you are.” “Your slut,” I pant. “Your anonymous throat to fuck.” “Damn right. And what else?” “Your c*m dumpster. Your one-night hole. Please—” He cuts me off by shoving three fingers into my mouth alongside his c**k, stretching my jaw wider. “Suck them like they’re another c**k. Show me how greedy you really are.” I do, moaning like a porn star, tongue swirling around his fingers while I hollow my cheeks around his shaft. He pulls his fingers free, glistening with my spit, and reaches down between my legs. “Jesus f**k, you’re soaked,” he groans when he finds my bare p***y dripping. “This cunt is literally running down your thighs.” He circles my c**t once, twice, and I jerk like I’ve been shocked. “Don’t you f*****g come,” he warns. “Not until I’m balls deep in that sloppy hole.” He hauls me up by the hair, spins me, bends me over the foot of the king bed. “Ass up. Face down. Spread those legs.” I scramble to obey, cheek pressed to the duvet, back arched, p***y on full display. He kicks my feet wider. “Look at this pretty cunt,” he murmurs, running the head of his c**k through my folds. “Already swollen and begging.” “Please,” I beg, pushing back. “Please f**k me.” “Say the words on your profile again. The ones that made me book the flight.” I swallow hard. “Use me however you want. No safewords tonight. Come wherever you want. Leave marks.” He slams into me in one brutal thrust—ten thick inches buried to the hilt. I scream into the mattress. “That’s it,” he growls, pulling back and slamming in again. “Scream for me. Let the whole f*****g floor know there’s a slut getting railed in 2401.” He sets a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against my ass so hard the sound bounces off the walls. “Tell me how it feels.” “Like you’re splitting me open,” I sob. “So f*****g deep—oh god—” He grabs my hair, yanks my head back, arching me painfully. “Louder.” “Your c**k is wrecking my p***y! It’s too big—f**k—I can feel you in my stomach!” He laughs and speeds up, one hand reaching around to rub my c**t in brutal circles. “Come on my c**k right now, slut. Show me how much you love being used by a stranger.” I shatter instantly—screaming, squirting, p***y clamping down so hard he has to fight to keep f*****g me through it. “That’s one,” he snarls. “You’re gonna give me three before I paint this cunt white.” He doesn’t slow down. If anything he f***s me harder, bed frame slamming into the wall. “Two,” he counts when I come again minutes later, shaking so hard my arms give out. He flips me onto my back, throws my legs over his shoulders, and pounds so deep I see stars. “Look at me,” he orders. “Watch me ruin this pretty pussy.” I force my eyes open, watch his c**k disappear into me over and over, slick with my cream. “Tell me where you want my cum.” “Inside me,” I beg. “Breed me. Fill me up, please—” He groans, hips stuttering. “f**k—here it comes—” He buries himself to the root and explodes, hot pulses flooding my p***y, so much it leaks out around his c**k. He stays inside me, grinding deep, milking every drop. When he finally pulls out, a river of c*m follows, pooling on the sheets. He steps back, tucks himself away, zips up. “Night’s over, slut,” he says, voice cold again. “Door locks behind me. Don’t follow.” He walks out without another word. The door clicks shut. I lie there, wrecked, dripping, throat raw, p***y throbbing, c*m leaking out of me. I smile into the dark. Tonight was the first night. Only ninety-nine to go.