“I really have been looking at your slutty profile for far too long. You were a fucking tease, you know that? Turning your calendar off. I’ve been checking you out since I realised the gold digger was going to be packing her bags.” His fingers explore my mouth, and I bob my head on instinct, sucking them. “I’ve spurted over the thought of your pretty little asshole more times than you’ll ever know, so it’s time you got it for real.”
My nerves die down as I stare up at him, because he’s telling the truth. I can feel it.
User 2644 has been waiting for me without a clue, imagining all the filthy hooker traits he wants to take advantage of.
I wonder how many other Users like him are out there, checking out my profile with rock hard cocks, waiting for action and oblivious to the online bullshit.
Fuck, that thought feels nice.
I’m smiling to myself when User 2644 paces around the desk to my rear. I twist my head to watch him push his chair away, shuffling back until my ass is up close and ready for him. I am one happy girl as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks, just like his proposal wanted.
My words are all genuine when I beg User 2644 to fill my filthy hole with his thick butt plug of a cock. I don’t want lube. I want the raw sensation of a man wild to unload his bursting balls, without giving a shit for me.
User 2644 does fuck me raw, with only my lingering spit on his cock to make the slide in easier.
It burns like a bastard, but I keep my ass cheeks spread and keep on begging.
He calls me a filthy hooker bitch, and I nod my head, because he’s right. I am one.
Once my ass accepts him and his pumping hips set me alight, the proposal doesn’t mean a thing. It’s just me. As me. Being Holly the whore as I truly am.
Holes on offer, spread wide, not abashed or shy in giving service… nothing but moans of pleasure in reciprocation.
We only have one hour of proposal time left by the time User 2644 finally unloads into my asshole with his second round.
He sits back in his chair with a sigh. Balls emptied.
“You’re so fucking good,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say. “Think I’ll get you hot enough to go another round? I’d love to. We’ve still got an hour.”
He smirks. “Give me ten minutes. In the meantime, I want you naked. Everything off.”
As he pours himself another scotch, I get rid of the underwear and the heels and stand naked and ready, playing with my tits as he watches.
He glances at the clock on the wall. “Make yourself come. You’ve got five minutes tops.”
Easy peasy. With his cum dribbling down my thighs, I spread my legs and strum at my clit, alternating with finger fucking my sopping wet cunt, one hand tugging on my nipples.
He nods his approval, his cock back in his fist as my legs shudder and I moan like a bitch when I come for him.
“Nice,” he says. “Now, on your knees and open wide.”
I do as I’m told, kneeling before him on the thick carpet, mouth open, tongue out.
User 2644 steps up, grips my hair in both hands and slams his meaty dick straight to the back of my throat.
I retch and gag and drool as he fucks my mouth and he’s unrelenting. It doesn’t take long until I feel him tensing up and I’m ready to drink him dry.
But no.
He pulls out, lets go of my hair and grips his cock and it looks like I’m going to get my wish after all. I open my mouth like a good whore, tongue out, and it’s pure fucking joy to watch the ribbons of cum spurting from his fat cock head, hitting my face in hot splatters.
When he’s done, he shoves his cock in my mouth and I suck him clean, his cum dripping from my chin.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says and returns to his chair, pulls a packet of wipes from his desk drawer and hands it over.
I clean my face and get myself back into my dress as he watches, and we share a grin when I tell him his cum is going to be pooling in my panties through the cab ride.
