confused

"Home? I thought I would be staying here?"

"Alex, don't be so naive".

He pulls you roughly to your feet and hands you your dress and heels.

"Come on, don't forget that you need to be in work tomorrow".

He says this with a very smug grin.

Still wobbling, you manage to drag the ruined dress down over your head and put on the heels then shakily follow him back to the front door.

He opens it for you and gestures towards the limo at the end of the drive. You step out onto the porch.

"Remember, nine o'clock sharp. I want to see a short skirt, tight top, stockings, thong and heels".

"Ok".

You turn round for a goodbye kiss but the door is already closing.

"Goodbye Mr. Brown".

Slam*

"I love you......"

That last part was no more than a whisper, you said it without even thinking.

You're left standing on his driveway, torn between how he could make you feel so good one minute and so dejected the next. With little other choice, you trudge back to the limo.

The look the driver gives you now is the polar opposite of the professional greeting he gave you earlier. You can practically see him thinking, 'What a tramp'. Noticing your reflection, you can see why.

You are a total mess, your once pristine hair and makeup is ruined. Your dress is soaked in spit and cum and one side is riding up, revealing an ass cheek. You're unsteady on your feet and cum is still running down your thighs from your gaping asshole.

Resisting the urge to break into tears, you quickly dive into the limo and close the door.

"Just take me home please".

The drive back is torturous and slow, both sides of your mind having an internal war on your feelings.

How could he just use me like that?

You loved being used.

I thought he cared about me.

You're just a hole to him, to fuck as he wishes.

He didn't even let me stay.

You're not exactly his girlfriend.

Do I love him?

You just love his cock.

Eventually, you are dropped off and manage to stumble inside without being seen.

Collapsing onto your bed from sheer exhaustion, you soon fall asleep. Your last thoughts are of the cum drying on your chest and still pooling between your legs.