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 slutwhore 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.”
I moan, looking up at him through watery eyes from gagging. My face must be a state, and his cock is red with my smeared lipstick. Perfect.
“You’re a beautiful slut,” he says to me, then pushes a thumb into my mouth. “Strange, isn’t it? Somehow it feels as though I’ve known you a lifetime. You’re so familiar.”
My stomach lurches at that. Hard.
Familiar.
It takes every ounce of strength I have not to freak out. I feel the waves of fear starting up at the thought he’s seen me all over the internet, and just hasn’t made the connection.
And then he laughs.
