Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
With the right entertainer.
“Relatively, sure,” I say. “But you’re nice and dirty with the staples. Accomplished. Very accomplished.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is it you reviewing me now?”
“Would you want me to?”
He reaches out to squeeze one of my tits. An unspoken act of dominance.
“Don’t pull bullshit with me, Holly. I’d want a review that was real.”
“And you’d get one.”
I chance a glance down at his cock and he’s growing.
“Go on. Tell me,” he says.
I work on instinct. I have to.
“I think you’re top marks, actually. You know how to fuck pussy. You know how to push deep and use that fat cock head of yours to drive a girl crazy. You’re a brilliant team player. Natural rhythm.”
“Thanks. Maybe you’ll say the same about me pounding your asshole. My ex used to squeal like a dying cat, claiming she loved it. Probably as fake as the rest of her.”
“I haven’t finished,” I dare to tell him. “I think there’s an awful lot of potential that you’re hiding… lurking in dark corners while you’re busy.”
His eyes sharpen, and his fist starts working his dick. Yeah, I’m onto something.
“What is it?” I ask him. “What drives you crazy, but stays under the radar?”
“You a clairvoyant as well as a whore?”
I laugh. “I don’t need to channel the dead to read the living. Call me intuitive.”
“Definitely intuitive.”
“Are you going to tell me? Or are you going to keep it a secret?”
His eyes are so fucking intense. So guarded. And the tension comes back. The grit of his jaw. Whatever it is, is close to his depths, and has been lying dormant. Or trying to.
For moment he looks sceptical.
“You after more cash, is that it?”
I meet his stare. “No. Not at all. Send me a proposal for any of my services you want, with the price you’re willing to pay for them. I’ll give a yes or a no.”
“Oh, I will be. Until then you can wait for it. You can speculate on exactly what will be on that proposal until it lands in your inbox.”
“Move your hand,” I tell him, and nudge his dick with my stiletto.
He lets go of his cock and I lean in and wrap my fingers around it – well as far around it as they’ll go.
People’s dirty depths fascinate me.
But that isn’t for now…
“Tonight it’s all about your meaty dick landing in my dirty fucking asshole, isn’t it? The ultimate prize.” I grin at him. “Come on. Take it. Let me serve you how you need to be served.”
I’m taken aback when he reaches behind my head to grab a fistful of my hair. There is no messing around as his burning eyes crash into mine.
“I’ll show you exactly how I need to be served, you cheeky bitch. I’ll pick what the ultimate fucking prize is.”
He wrenches me from position and slams me on my front this time instead of my back. My butt is in the air, ready and available for entry, but he walks around until he’s standing in front of my face, with the pussy wet monster cock in his grip.
“Suck me with that cheeky mouth. Plug that slutty throat up and take it like a good girl.”
I don’t need telling twice.
Thoughts of his depths, and other proposals, and person to person conversation are out of the window as soon as the fat head of his cock passes my lips. My cheeks are full to bursting as I gag on him.
He knows what he’s doing with ploughing cunt, but I sure as fuck know what I’m doing when it comes to sucking cock. I’m smiling all the while I bob my head up and down his shaft, not complaining at all as he jams my throat hard enough to choke me. I’m a dribbling wreck as he thrusts, but I don’t care, I just tell him how much I want it whenever I get the chance to garble out words amongst the action.
His proposal wasn’t lying. He’s a face slapper. Just a few backhanders as he calls me a filthy fucking slut. I always enjoy getting pinked up cheeks. Front or back, it doesn’t bother me. User 2644 is a hair tugger, yanking my head back and ordering me to loll my tongue out while he berates me for being a slut whore cum dumpster. A slut whore cum dumpster who can’t get enough of it.
I think I’ve got him to the point of blowing, I really do. I pop my lips and lap at his length and bob my head on a mission, and his balls tighten for the second time. The thought makes my clit tingle, and I grind against his desk. I’d love a splattering of his cum on my face. I’d wear it like a trophy.
But then he laughs at me.
“No, no, no. This next load is for one place only. You’ll be dripping from two holes when you walk out of here tonight.”