Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
If only he could see me, I’d make him proud of his slutty employee.
Or even better than that, I’d make him jealous.
That’s what he said after all – another man’s cologne when you’re not the one wearing it. Oh fuck, how I wish he could smell just how many scents I’ll be taking tonight. And maybe he will be…
Just like he was, watching me in the club, maybe he’s watching me right now…
That spurs me on more than any other thought in the world.
I groan like the true whore I am when the first cock of the evening pushes its way into my pussy. A spit roast is always a winner for me, especially when the collar around my neck pulls tight enough to have me gagging. My eyes water as I choke on thick cock, but there is nobody staring down at me to witness the stream of my mascara.
I don’t get any warning when the client at my rear shifts from my pussy to my ass. The surprise makes it hurt when he shoves his way inside me. I cry out around the cock in my throat, but it’s muted. I manage a smile to nobody as I work my curvy butt back and take it.
I want to enjoy the burn of the tightness before I’m fucked so many times they slip in without restraint.
There is no rhythm to the fucking from either end. Each guy works to their own different tune. It’s hot like that, so amateur in its fucking filth. I’m just a girl on offer for anyone who wants a piece in this place. I get my first round of cum in my ass, and the dick gets replaced by another in my pussy and it’s very welcome. He spreads my ass cheeks as he goes, and I’ve got his game. He’s one of those guys who likes to see another man’s jizz dribbling from my asshole. Hell fucking yeah. That turns me on. I push it out so he gets a better view. My pleasure.
I don’t get an instruction to swallow through the wall this time, so I keep my mouth open when the guy spurts for me, happy when it splatters all over my face. I’m always such a fucking mess at the end of these sessions that I never get a cab back home – the butler usually drives me with a plastic seat cover to protect the Merc. It’s not just jizz that I get through the hole – it’s whatever the cock poking through wants to give me. Whatever comes out of the hose…
I always get some dirty surprises. I always get some filthy laughs from the other side when someone sprays my slutty face and leaves me drenched, but the laugh is on me, too. I don’t get toilet breaks in the entire twelve hours I’m collared here. I don’t get to hold up a hand and go to the bathroom like a sweet little schoolgirl, oh no. I have to go right on the floor where I am, on my knees in my own wet mess.
The clients always love it that way.
That’s the kind of proposal £18k gets them, and I’m more than happy to accommodate. Little do they know I’d probably do this shit for free.
Or I would… for Reuben…
His outrageous proposal comes slamming back into my mind. Forty-eight grand for twenty-fours with the man himself.
Only seven days until I’m playing for him – with him.
Only seven days until I get to see his cock for the first time.
I wonder what he’ll do to me – if he’ll aim for super hardcore.
My pussy floods at the thought.
Floods at the image of me with my mouth wrapped around his dick and looking up into his lusting eyes.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I wish my brain would shut the fuck up.
I’ve had five rounds of cum in my mouth when the first hose spray greets me through the wall. No matter how many times I think I’m prepared for it, I always jump backwards and strain against my collar. Instinct.
The guy feels the pull and tugs the chain tighter.
“Open your fucking mouth,” he says, and I do as I’m told, making sure he can hear me slurp and swallow. But I’m too late for a clean go. My tits are already drenched, nipples dripping. The guy fucking my pussy gives a fuck, yes and picks up the pace, thumbing my ass at the same time.
I could be so dirty for him if he asked me…
If he’s one of the fuck, yes gang when he sees the spray coming through the glory hole, then he’s likely one of the long stayers who sink into the deep end of the filth pool by the end of the session. But it’s too early to know that yet.