She ordered the pack on a whim, a hundred filthy little stickers with words like "whore," "fucktoy," "cum dump," and "use me" printed in bold black letters on glossy paper. When the envelope arrived she tore it open right there on the kitchen counter, peeled the first one off the sheet, and slapped it onto her bare tit. It stuck tight, the word "slut" staring back at her in the mirror.
That night she stripped naked before he even got home from work. She covered herself methodically. One sticker on each nipple that read "bite here." A strip across her lower belly that said "pussy for rent." She bent over the bed and stuck two on her ass cheeks: "spread me" on the left, "wreck me" on the right. Between her legs she pressed a big one right over her shaved cunt that simply read "hole." By the time she heard his key in the door her skin was already tacky with the adhesive and her own sweat.
He walked in and stopped dead. She stayed bent over, legs apart, letting him read every sticker. "Jesus," he muttered, dropping his bag. "You look like a fucking billboard for cock."
"Read them out loud," she said, voice already rough.
He stepped close and ran a hand over her ass. "Spread me." His fingers dug into the sticker and the flesh beneath. "Wreck me." He yanked her upright and spun her around so he could see the front. "Bite here." He leaned down and sank his teeth into the sticker on her left nipple, paper and all, until she hissed. Then he licked across to the other one and did the same.
She dropped to her knees and tugged his belt open. While she sucked his cock she kept talking around it. "Put more on me. Use the whole sheet." He grabbed the pack off the nightstand, peeled one that said "throat" and stuck it to the side of her neck. Another that said "gag" went on her cheek. Every time she took him deeper he added another sticker until her face and throat were covered in dirty words.
When he pulled out she was drooling. He pushed her onto the bed on her back and climbed between her legs. The big "hole" sticker was still stuck over her cunt. He didn’t peel it off; he just shoved two fingers straight through the middle of it, ripping the paper and sinking into her wet pussy. "Look at that," he growled. "Sticker’s already torn. Guess that means I can wreck it."
He fucked her with his fingers hard and fast until she was dripping down her thighs. Then he ripped the rest of the "hole" sticker away and lined his cock up. He drove in balls-deep on the first thrust. The remaining stickers on her belly crinkled and tore where their bodies slammed together. She clawed at his back and begged him to read every word still stuck to her skin while he pounded her.
He flipped her onto her stomach, peeled the "spread me" sticker off her ass, and replaced it with a fresh one that said "anal only." He spat on her hole, worked two fingers in, then pushed his cock inside while she groaned into the mattress. Every thrust made the new sticker crinkle. He kept going until the adhesive started to peel at the edges from the sweat and friction.
She came first, shaking and cursing, the "whore" sticker on her tit half torn off from how hard she’d rubbed her chest against the sheets. He pulled out, flipped her again, and straddled her chest. He peeled the last few stickers off the sheet and stuck them wherever there was bare skin left: "cum here" across her collarbone, "messy" under her chin, "swallow" right on her bottom lip. Then he jerked off and painted over every single one of them.
When he finished she lay there panting, covered in torn paper, drying cum, and filthy words. He peeled one ruined sticker off her tit, the word "slut" now smeared and unreadable, and stuck the soggy piece on her tongue.
"Keep that one," he said. "We’ll order more tomorrow."
