Second date

The next day came and Courtney kept teasing Syl relentlessly.

“You’re seeing Darren again tonight, Syl. Dress proper slutty. He treated you right last time. Bet you’re already wet thinking about his cock stretching you out again.”

Sylvie had tried to resist at first, telling herself she was only going because the girls were pushing her. But the memory of the pleasure from the first night was stronger than her guilt. She spent the afternoon getting ready, wearing a short, tight black dress that barely covered her ass and showed a lot of cleavage. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her natural F-cup breasts and round ass. They did her makeup heavy thick black eyeliner, long lashes, glossy pink lips and added the big gold hoop earrings and a chunky gold chain. When she looked in the mirror, she barely recognized herself. She looked like a proper chav slag. The thought made her stomach twist with a mix of shame and unexpected excitement.

Darren picked her up in his car. He grinned when he saw her.

“Fuck, Syl. You look like a proper slag tonight. I love it. That dress is barely covering your ass. Bet you’re not wearing knickers either.”

Sylvie blushed but didn’t deny it. The girls had told her not to. They went for a meal at a cheap local carvery. Darren paid and they ate greasy roast dinner with all the trimmings. Sylvie was already drinking heavily, downing pints and shots. By the end of the meal, she was tipsy and giggly.

After the meal, Darren took her clubbing at a loud, crowded club in town. The music was heavy bass, the lights flashing, the dance floor packed with sweaty bodies. Sylvie got smashed quickly. Other men were flirty, groping her ass and tits on the dance floor. She laughed and let it happen, too drunk to care. One guy even slipped his hand under her dress and fingered her for a few seconds before Darren pulled her away.

Darren kept trying to keep her close, but Sylvie was too drunk and too lost in the music. She kept drifting back into the crowd, dancing and grinding on strangers. Darren eventually dragged her out of the club, frustrated but turned on.

Back at his flat, as soon as the door closed with a heavy click, a very drunk Sylvie dropped to her knees on the cheap carpet and gave him a sloppy, wet blowjob. The alcohol had completely destroyed her inhibitions. She looked up at him with glassy, drunken eyes, her heart racing as she realized how far she had fallen. I am really doing this, she thought, her old posh self screaming in the back of her mind. I am on my knees for a chav lad, about to suck his cock like a desperate slag. The thought made her pussy throb with shameful excitement. She had lost all inhibitions. The old Sylvie would never have done this. But the new Sylvie, the one the girls had been shaping, wanted it. Needed it.

She wrapped her glossy pink lips around the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that was already leaking from the tip. She sucked him eagerly, drooling heavily as she bobbed her head. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room as she took him deeper, gagging herself on his thick shaft. Her makeup started running down her cheeks in black streaks as her eyes watered, but she did not stop. She wanted to be his slut. She wanted to surrender completely.

Darren groaned loudly, his hands tangling in her hair as he held her head and fucked her face. He thrust into her warm, wet mouth with increasing urgency, his balls slapping against her chin. Sylvie choked and gagged, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her tits, but she kept sucking, hollowing her cheeks and using her tongue to please him. This is what I am now, she thought, her mind foggy with lust and alcohol. A chav slag on her knees, sucking cock like it is the only thing that matters. The thought made her even wetter.

When he came, he pulled out at the last second and covered her face in thick ropes of cum. The hot, sticky load landed on her cheeks, her lips, her tongue, and even in her hair. Some dripped down onto her cleavage. Sylvie swallowed what she could, licking her lips with a drunken, slutty grin. She used her fingers to scoop some of the cum off her face and licked it off, looking up at him with submissive eyes.

Thank you for your warm gift, Daddy, she said in a slutty, submissive voice, her words slurred with lust and alcohol.

Fuck me in the ass, Daddy. I want it, she begged, her voice dripping with need.

Darren did not need to be asked twice. He bent her over the bed and fucked her ass hard. Sylvie moaned loudly, the initial burning pain mixing with intense pleasure as he stretched her tight hole. She came hard while he fucked her, her body shaking, her mind breaking with the overwhelming sensation. Darren kept thrusting, slapping her ass red and calling her his dirty chav slut. The sex went on for a long time, changing positions, with Sylvie riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce on his cock. The pain in her ass was intense, but it only made the pleasure sharper. She had completely surrendered.

The next morning, Sylvie woke up with her ass still bare and sore, her face feeling crusty from Darren’s dried cum. She opened her eyes to see his bare cock resting against her face.