Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Thank you, Sir.” I laugh a little. “You could call me a natural, I guess.”
“I could call you a lot of things. Cheeky being one of them.”
The man mountain pushes his pants down and kicks them aside along with his socks before pulling his t-shirt off and over his head. He’s a weird mix of flesh and muscle now he’s naked, and his chest hair is as grey as his beard.
“I want you in just your stockings for the anal,” he says.
“Yes, Sir.”
I shimmy out of my skirt, still kneeling, my eyes fixed on his.
“I want you on the bed, doggy style, your face flat to the mattress. Legs spread wide, ass on offer.”
“Yes, Sir. Of course.”
My clit feels tender as hell, still tingling as I crawl back to the bed and climb up. I position myself exactly as he wants me, cheek flat to the duvet and knees spread wide. I wonder how wet and swollen my pussy looks from behind, after the fucking he’s given me. I clench my ass over and over, trying to entice him.
He goes to the bedside table before he joins me. I count my blessings that I’m facing the same direction as I watch him. He shows me his cock, working it, clearly giving me a decent view before I take him inside me. Being fucked in the mouth isn’t the same as seeing the full spectacle tall and proud. I’ve seen monster cocks in porn vids, but never in the flesh. I imagine how good it would be to be fucked in the pussy. I’m hoping he changes his mind about that option. I don’t know if my ass can take it.
“I never use protection,” he says. “Are you ok with that? I can assure you I’m clean. I send my test results to the agency regularly.”
I know that’s part of their criteria, so I nod.
“Yes, Sir. That’s fine.”
He takes out a big bottle of lube from the drawer.
“Don’t look so worried,” he says, “I know what I’m doing.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I hope he fucking does.
“Ever had an anal orgasm?” he asks, fisting his monster.
I’m honest. “Yes, Sir. I love anal.”
“I can assure you this is going to be better than you’ve ever had before.”
I love his confidence.
He gets up on the bed behind me and the mattress dips and creaks.
I gasp as he squirts a massive stream of lube onto my ass, slathering it all the way between my butt cheeks. I jolt when he slaps me, one palm on each butt cheek – decent blows that have me prickling.
“I said on the proposal that I want to take your ass deep and hard, yes?”
“Yes, Sir, you did.”
“I wasn’t joking. I like it rough.”
“I understand, Sir.”
I clench my ass on instinct, and yeah, it’s a relief to have so much lube, but right now, I have to admit that I’m as edgy as hell. His cock is so thick, it could tear me in two. My safe word comes to mind. But so does £1600 and I imagine myself on the plane, looking at the clouds through the window.
“Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I reach around and do as I’m told, exposing my ass like a dirty target. He takes aim, the meaty head of his dick all set to plough me, and I ready myself, shuffling as I hold in a breath.
“Keep your cheeks spread,” he says, and then he pushes slowly into me.
I grit my teeth against the burn of the stretch and he doesn’t stop pushing. Keeps on easing his cock into me.
“Good girl,” he says. “Nearly there.”
His big hands take hold of my hips and with one final push we’re skin against skin and it feels like there’s a fist up there.
He holds still, letting his cock pulse inside me, and the feeling is so weird. So weird it makes me moan.
“Your ass is beautiful, inside and out,” he says.
“Thank you… Sir.”
“How does it feel, you fresh little whore?”
It feels like I’m breaking at the seams, but I don’t want to tell him that. He moves his cock again, just a little, and the sensation ripples through me. Jesus Christ.
“It feels so good, Sir.”
“Couldn’t agree more,” he says.
I have to bite down a whimper as his cock pulls back a few inches.
And then he slams me. Once, twice, three times over until he’s balls deep, and I’m crying out as my ass burns like sin. He leans over me, his solid bulk against my back. I feel tiny and pinned down.
“Tell me how fucking dirty you are,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me you’re a slut.”
“I’m a slut,” I tell him. “I’m a dirty little bitch, Sir. I’m your whore. Nothing but a filthy fucking whore.”
The words come so naturally. They roll off my tongue like I was born for this.