His laugh surprises me.
“You don’t need to play too much pretend, don’t worry. Your very presence is more than enough to make me a happy man.”
His tone hits me in the heart, such genuine modesty.
“You think I’m pretending?” I pull away from him. Sure enough, I have left a mark on the white fabric. The smear of my excitement is clear to see, and I point to demonstrate.
“I’m not pretending, birthday boy, I promise. I never pretend.”
Barnaby looks shocked. His eyebrows crease.
“Are you being serious? You really want this?”
I see the self-consciousness in his eyes. The disbelief. But he’s wrong to doubt himself. Barnaby may not beModels Monthlymaterial, but that doesn’t mean anything to me. His energy is what matters. His enthusiasm. His passion. And he has all of those in abundance,plusthe adoration of a man who clearly thinks the world of him.
Yes, I want to fuck him. I want to fuck them both, all night long. I want to make his fortieth one of the most memorable nights of his life.
“Here, check this out if you don’t believe me,” I say, and guide his hand between my legs.
There is no mistaking the soaking wet lace of my panties.
“I wantyou,” I tell him, then look at David. “And your husband. Call me a very greedy girl.”
I keep my legs spread, rocking my hips to spur on Barnaby’s fingers. I want him to finger me. To explore. To feel how hungry my pussy is for him.
“You can have us both,” Barnaby says. “Believe me, you can have us both however you want to take us.”
I shake my head.
“No, no, no. I’lltakeyou both, howeveryouwant to takeme.That’s why I’m here. To please you. And pleasing you pleases me.”
“You’ve succeeded in that already, more than you could know.”
“Show me that, then,” I say. “I know I’ve got strong competition. I know Lucy must have left her mark.” I go for his belt, working the buckle. “Show me how much I’m pleasing you. I’m desperate to see.”
His cock is easy to free, and it’s fitting for a guy as thick set as he is. Long, thick and veined and already dripping.
“Can I have a taste, please?” I ask him, and he nods. I drop to my knees and smile up at him, working his dick in my hand as I stick my tongue out. I need to be careful not to make him blow too soon, so I’m gentle as I lap my way from his balls to the tip of his cock.
“Yum,” I say, and his fingers twist in my hair.
“Lucy used to look so good on her knees,” he tells me, and his self-consciousness is easing away. His stare is different. More assured. “You know what, though? I’m not sure she looked quite so good as you.”
He drives his cock to the back of my throat and thrusts his hips hard. I take it with a slutty retch, mouth open wide, and my lust notches up another gear. This is what I truly love. What I crave as an entertainer out to top the leaderboard. I adore seeing clients’ inner fantasies run riot and spill to the surface. I adore staring into their innermost depths, and watching their sexual souls come alive.
It’s such an honour to be a part of such personal pleasures. Especially with a couple like these two. David and Barnaby.
I gag on Barnaby’s cock as he fucks my throat, looking up at him as he smiles at his husband.
“You wanted to know how I fucked Lucy, didn’t you?” he says to David. “Well, you’re going to see it tonight in Ultra HD. I’m going to show you.”
I hear David’s belt buckle from the sofa.
“Yes, I want to know how you fucked Lucy. You can tell me about it a million times over, but it will never be the same as seeing it in the flesh. I want to see you enjoying pussy, Barney. I want to see how hard you can be with a pretty pussy like hers.”
“Happy birthday to both of us then. Because you’re going to get it.”
I’m a conduit for two men’s fantasies, and it drives me wild. I reach down between my legs and graze my clit through my panties. I’m throbbing, because I want to be the centre of their games. I want both cocks diving into the world of slutty pussy.
