I grin as I answer him, because yes, I have been missing the client next on my menu.
“It’sDaddy,” I tell my boyfriend. “I get to see my dirty daddy. Finally.”
“He’ll have missed his little girl.”
“I hope so.”
I picture the drive toDaddy’shouse in Wrenshaw. How dirty it will feel to walkhomein my pigtails and cute little school uniform. I can’t wait to see him.
“How about you?” I ask Josh. “Who’s up first? Tell me.”
“It’s confidential.” He smirks, picking up pace as he pounds me.
“Come on, tease. Tell me. I want all the gory details.”
“They will be gory, baby. I’ve got my filthy sub from Brixton, and I know he’ll be pining for me. Needy little fucker.”
I know this one of his. A hardcore client, who needs his hardcorer. The guy is a mega pain slut. Takes Josh’s dick once Josh has already got his fist in his sloppy, lubed up asshole. This guy’s cock and balls are always bound so tight they end up the colour of my tits when he’s spent.
He bleeds. A lot.
It always makes me wide-eyed when Josh comes home with a blood-soaked cock and a deviant grin on his face. I love him like that.
“Can’t wait,” I say.
“Yeah, I know. Dirty girl.” Josh is fierce as he pulls out of my pussy and flips me over. He doesn’t offer any lube as he shunts his way into my dry ass, one barbell at a time. “I’m going to make up for lost time with him. Holy fuck, how I’m going to make him take it.”
“Show me. Give me a taster.”
I can’t take Josh’s fist and his cock in my ass at the same time. I never get past the knuckles. But Josh pushes me to a stretch, forcing in four fingers along with his cock until I’m a moaning slut.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” he says.
“Fuck… yes. So bad.”
“Just imagine how bad he’s going to be feeling,” my hardcorer boyfriend says. “Imagine his bleeding asshole as he strains.”
“I wish I could see. Oh fuck, Josh. I wish I could see.”
“I’d love to see yourDaddywashing your sweet pussy out with a flannel, too. So caring of him. I’d love to see you staring up at him with those pretty blue eyes while he washes your mouth out for bad behaviour. Naughty girl.”
I reach between my legs and strum my clit, begging Josh forharder, deepereven though I’m stretched to breaking. Our dirty talk has me horny as fuck. I dare to slide two fingers in my cunt as Josh batters my ass like a savage.
I come so hard that I gush, soaking the bedsheets underneath us without a care in the world, and Josh unloads in tandem, cursing filth as he empties his precious balls in my dirty ass.
We lie together on wet sheets, and Josh pulls me close, no tosses given for the state of us.
“I love you, Ells,” he says.
“That’s good, since I love you right back, Joshua. I’d be so lost without you.”
“No, you wouldn’t, because I’d always find you. Always. Twin flames last for ever, yeah?” He offers his dirty hand in a high five, and I slap it with a grin.
“For ever and ever.”
“Amen.”
I’m nervous of hitting the Mulberry, our very favourite restaurant. It’s high class, and at the top of its prestigious game and the very opposite from holing up in a hideaway, too scared to go out for fish and chips. But it’s our last night before our calendars open again. A night to remember.
