We collected our coats, hiding the bottle of champagne in them, and hailed a cab.

‘So do you often go home with strange men?’ he asked.

‘Only ones I like the look of.’

‘Aren’t you worried you might get more than you’re after?’ He put his hand on my thigh and started rubbing his fingers against its soft inner skin.

‘I like to gamble,’ I replied, as a thrill of nervous lust went through me.

We got back to his place and he invited me in for coffee. By this time, I was already turned on and knew that I didn’t care how far things went. He wasn’t about to let me down. The second we got inside, he pushed me against the wall and bit my neck.

‘I know what you want. You’re a slut. You want me to tell you exactly what to do and you’ll do it, no matter what. Am I right? If not, tell me and I’ll stop now. Otherwise …’

I whimpered in acquiescence, my lust taking full control.

‘Good. Because the first thing you’re going to do is suck my cock. And you’d better suck it well, because otherwise I’ll come all over your face. And you won’t be allowed to clean it off until I’ve fucked you in every hole and you’ve begged me for more. Are we clear?’

I sank to my knees and eagerly took his cock deep into my throat.

‘That’s right, you slut. You love it, don’t you? You love sucking on my cock. And you really want to get it wrong so you can feel my come sliding over your cheeks, so you can smell it and taste it while I’m fucking you up the arse.’

I couldn’t help it. My teeth slipped from behind the sheath of my lips and grazed his cock ever so gently. He groaned.

‘I thought so. You know you’re going to have to be punished for that.’

He took his cock in his hand and began wanking it over my face.

‘Look at me while I’m doing this. I’m going to come all over you. You’re going to feel it sliding down your cheeks and trickling over your tits and you’re only going to taste it when I wipe it all over your lips.’

I gazed at his hard cock, watching it darken as he came closer and closer to coming.

‘Close your eyes, slut. I’m going to come in your face.’

My cunt twitched as I felt his warm come cover me. True to his word, as the last spurt went over my tits, he moved his cock to my lips.

‘Lick it clean, slut. I want it nice and wet before I fuck you up the arse.’

I lapped at it, revelling in the salty, bitter taste and knowing that soon I’d be on all fours in front of him. He didn’t disappoint. As soon as he began to stiffen in my mouth, he moved away.

‘Right. You’re going into that room on the left. You’re going to take off your clothes and begin fingering your arsehole. I’ll come in when I’m good and ready – and if I don’t find you doing what you’re told, you can forget the lube. Well, what are you waiting for?’

I stood up and did exactly what he said. As soon as I got into the bedroom, I started stripping off, desperate to start masturbating.

‘… and I don’t want you touching your cunt.’ His voice drifted in from outside the bedroom. ‘If anyone’s going to touch it, it’s me. And only then if you do what you’re told.’

I peeled off my clothes, lay on the bed, licked my fingers, and slid one into my arsehole. I’d never been fucked that way before but I’d always been intrigued by the idea and pissed and horny seemed as good a time to try it as any.

I heard the door open and tried to push my finger as far up as I could to give him a good display. My arsehole contracted, unused to the entry, but I could feel my cunt juices tricking on to my finger and used them to lubricate it enough to put on a decent show.

‘Not bad,’ he said. ‘If you carry on behaving, I might even lick your cunt later. Now get on all fours and close your eyes.’

I did as he said.

He moved behind me and I felt a tongue join my finger. I faltered. ‘Carry on.’ he said. ‘I’m just making it easier to get my cock up you.’ As his tongue teased my arsehole, I felt myself really getting into it and was soon moaning with pleasure.