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)
“This one,” he says, and hands over one hell of a thumper, with a fist-like head.
I nod. Smiling.
“You’re in the splash zone,” I tell him, “I squirt real bad when I come like this. You should maybe get some towels.”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t do fucking anything as I force the bastard toy inside my pussy and ride the waves of my efforts. My needs are off the charts, desperate as I work that fat fist in hard circles, buried all the way in. I’m moaning for me and nobody else as the sensations take hold.
In my mind I hear the voices of clients over the years, telling me what a dirty slutty whore I am, with a juicy wet fucking pussy, goading me on as I fucking take it. But it’s all in my head. There is nobody but me fucking myself with this plastic fist, and I don’t hold back when I come.
I grunt and grit my teeth, pushing out against the toy as I crest, but I hold it in position, fighting my own cunt with it, until I set it free.
The gush is a good one, sending waves right through my convulsing body as my pussy releases. I strum my clit and slam that fucker back in again as soon as I’m able, lost to everything in the world but how it feels.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Another squirt, and I’m in heaven. A fresh strum of my clit and I have ringing in my ears. I’m bucking against my fingers like a slutty bronco bitch.
And then it’s done.
I’m a panting, heaving wreck. Sweaty and sticky, and lying on soaking wet sheets. And there is Reuben Sinclair, seeing me at my most private. Exposed and sloppy in the aftermath, without any attempt at girly flirting or banter.
I get a horrible squirm in my guts, as though I’ll have disappointed him somehow, and it makes me scared. Terrified. But no, Reuben smiles.
“That was absolutely beautiful, Tiffany,” he says, but the squirm doesn’t go away, it turns into butterflies. And they dig deep.
“Thanks. I’ll clean up a bit.” I go to move my fat butt into the bathroom to grab a towel, but he puts a hand on my knee.
The touch is like electric as he shakes his head.
“Don’t even think about moving, stay right where you are,” he tells me. “It’s time to do it all over again.”
9
REUBEN
There is no Creamgirl in the room right now, and I won’t allow her entry. Now I’ve seen the true beauty of the sweet slut underneath, there is no going back.
It’s all about Tiffany. The siren who has tilted my world on its axis and sent it reeling.
“Again,” I repeat, and she tips her head back with a fuck, really?
I’ve never watched a girl play with herself to that degree before, and I need more. I want to see her rise again. To watch her come time and time again until she’s out of her fucking mind. Just like I am.
I’m only just managing to keep my cock in my pants. The mastery of self-restraint is a hard fucking task.
I break my rules just a little in order to take her hand and glide her fingertips up and down her gorgeous chubby slit, mimicking what she did to herself at the start of play.
“From the top,” I say, and she keeps her fingers in motion when I pull away, even though she’s wincing.
“It’s so sensitive, Reuben.”
“I’m sure you can handle it.”
It takes her quite some time to find her rhythm again, but I don’t push or rush her. I soak in every glorious moan and whimper as she uses her swollen cunt to level up another gear. The sheets are soaked through from her gushing, clinging to her ass as she squirms. She’s more animalistic on this round, like a true bitch in heat when she gets fully into the groove and starts winding her own handle. By the time she has the fist-sized dildo back in her cunt again, she’s staring at me as though she’s drunk on endorphins. Her body is in control of her mind.
But it’s all for her. It’s all her own doing. I’m merely an accomplice on the sidelines.
“I normally have more toys than this to help me,” she says. “I like clamps, and floggers, and things that make it hurt.”
“I’ll bear that in mind for next time. In the meantime, make the most of what you have.”
“Thank you for the presents, Santa.”
She has to haul her butt up from the bed to thread a chain of beads into her asshole. It’s glorious how they pop in, one by one, only to be yanked free in one long tear.
“I love ass play when I’m this fucking horny,” she tells me. “I have my own set of anal toys at home, but I save them for special occasions. When proposals have been shit, or I’m a desperate little bitch that can’t wait for my next booking.”