He pauses the finger-fucking, grinning at me. “That’ll be pretty bloody hard.”
“Do it!!”
Three fingers turn to four, and they are thick enough to stretch me. My client slides his thumb up and down my slit as he works me, and it’s enough of a tease that my breaths speed up.
I tug my knees to my chest, tipping my head back.
“That’s so good,” I tell him. “You’re so fucking good.”
“Don’t bother complimenting me. I’ve barely started.”
His mouth moves back to one of my tits, but this time he tugs down the lace first so he has full access to my nipple. It’s so hard it’s like a bullet, and he pinches it between his teeth enough to make me groan. My hips buck against his hand between my legs, craving more, and I hold his head to my tit, begging for more, more, more, fuckingmore!
“You’re lucky that I’ve got a whole lotmoreto give you,” he says, and tugs his sopping wet fingers from my pussy.
I smile up at him as he licks them clean.
My eyes are fixed on his belt as he loosens his trousers and tugs down his boxers, and he wasn’t lying. He has got a whole lot more.
His cock is a stormer, but it’s more about girth than length. Thick and chunky. He’s going to be a stretch, even after a four-finger plunging.
I raise myself up on my elbows with a grin, and User 2466 smiles back at me, genuinely this time. His soul is loosening up.
His shoulders are heavy with a different kind of tension now. His jaw is gritted with a whole other kind of need.Lust.It’s such a stress reliever. And boy don’t I know it.
He rubs the meaty head of his dick up and down my horny slit, and I work back and forth with a giggle.
“I’m so glad you picked me. You were exactly what I needed tonight.”
“Same goes. Your slutty cunt is going to be a fucking pleasure.”
“You haven’t even sampled my ass or mouth yet.”
“I’ll be doing more than sampling them. I’ll be slamming to the hilt in every fucking hole.”
“I hope that’s a promise.”
He doesn’t play gentle when he finally thrusts his chunky cock inside me. I groan as he slams to the balls, and grip clenchmy muscles, straining. I want to feel the stretch and the burn as my pussy accepts him.
“Nice and tight,” he says. “You’re so fucking tight for a whore.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
When he thrusts his hips it’s obvious he knows what he’s doing. He’s an expert at pulling out just to the very tip and making the most of every slam.
“How many whores do I have to compete with?” I ask him. “Tell me about the filthy competition.”
I flutter my lashes as I smirk at him, my gasps genuine with every thrust.
“You want to hear about my filthy fucking antics? Really?”
“Call me nosey, and competitive.” I grin and tip my head back. “And filthy as all living fuck.”
He leans forward to pin me flat to the desk, his breath hot in my face, his cock paused deep.
“I’ve been way too fucking busy on a project these past twelve months to indulge myself. Working until midnight every bastard night. I had a girlfriend, if you can call the gold-digging bitch that, but turfed her out of my life last week when I finally saw the bitch for what she really was. Your Agency has delivered plenty of decent sluts in the past, so I reinstated my account.”
My heart glows.
