I can see the look in his eyes and I know he wants in my pussy. They are all naked now, like me. He mounts me and his hard cock slides inside me witho...t any resistance. I can hear him call me names through his grunts. “Slut!” In real life I pretend to be disgusted by that word but deep down I love it. I want to be a slut. An ‘out-of-the-closet’ slut. I know I am a slut but it would be nice if the whole world knew it too, that way I could be free and live how I want to live. He calls me slut. I could hear how wet my pussy was, as well as my voice as I screamed in pleasure. “Yes, don’t stop, don’t stop, keep going,” I screamed. I could feel my orgasm building and building until it finally hit me. “Uuurrghhhh,” I moaned as my body shook. I grabbed James’s hand, my pussy was quivering and I couldn’t take any more. Once my orgasm subsided, as those that have ready our stories know, the only thing I want after a good orgasm is James’s cock. I was determined to make him cum. I dropped to. “This is far better than I’d expect for a prom package.”Our room was the first in the corridor. “Uh oh,” I warned, as I inserted the room key-card. “Murder central.”“Isn’t that the room next to the stairwell?” asked Joanna as the door clicked open.I was impressed that she knew a geek fact like that. “The elevator was opposite the stairwell,” I pointed out. I gestured Joanna to take the lead and she went inside, with me following.“You’re right, this is very luxurious for a prom night room,” said. Girls hated me because I was with John. Instead of attention from them all I got was snubbed, not all of them but most treated me with deliberate coldness or even contempt. I was even a fucking bitch to some of them and I did not even know them.The men my age in my town treated me as if I had the plague or had some type of sickness. Most would no longer even look at me or talk to me. When I walked down the streets of our town, they would cross to the other sidewalk just to avoid me. I found out.