Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
When I’m finally done coming, Steve stops. He pulls his cock out of me and spins me around to face him.
“I thought you were bigging it up,” he says. “When you said you really were a true, horny bitch. But you weren’t, were you? You really are a kinky one.”
I grin, still panting. “Yep. That’s me. Like I told you, I’m an entertainer for a reason, and it’s not just for the cash.”
“Then I guess you really will like taking cock in the ass as well.”
“Sure will, thank you.” I still have a grin on my face. “Want me to scream some more and let the neighbours know about it?”
“Yes fucking please.”
I turn back around, still smiling, tits back up to the glass. I’m not quite ready to take him in the ass, but that doesn’t matter, I’m still high enough to grit my teeth and spread my ass cheeks for him, shunting back as he thrusts his way inside me. Fuck it hurts, but a few tight slams, and I already want more.
It feels so easy now to shout the commentary for the neighbourhood.
“FUCK, YES! TAKE MY DIRTY ASS, STEVE! TAKE MY FILTHY SLUT ASS!”
I picture the words Use Me scrawled on my butt cheeks as he inches back for a better view. I imagine how dirty I must look from his angle, with my own hands spreading me open.
“Fucking hell,” he says, and he’s losing his self-control. I can feel it.
He’s consumed by the way I clench for him when I start moaning amidst the shouting. I scream out how good it feels to have his cock buried deep and dirty, and how much harder I want it. How I need him to give it all he’s got. Because I want his cum, goddamnit! I want his cum!
My words are all true.
I want his cock buried deep and dirty in my ass, with my tits mashed up to the cold glass window. I want it as hard as he can give me, as rough as can be.
I’m glad he takes hold of my ass cheeks for leverage, because my pussy needs my fingers. I work myself as he fucks my ass, my tits slapping the glass with every thrust, and it’s pure fucking heaven as we reach the peak at the same time. My God, how good it feels when the waves course through me all over again. I’m flying sky high as Steve grunts and spits and curses, then spurts his cum in my ass with five heavenly slamming thrusts.
And he’s done.
We’re done. Together.
But it’s far from over.
“Good timing,” Steve says with a laugh.
I’m not sure what he means until I realise there’s someone right outside the window. I gasp in shock, and almost go to cover myself, but no. Steve grabs my hair, and spins me around, then leans in so his mouth is by my ear.
“That’s Pete from a few doors down. He always comes to check out the filth when he hears the shouting, crack head perv. Let’s give him a show.”
He bends me over, nice and rough.
“Spread your ass cheeks and push my cum out for him,” he says, tugging my hair harder.
I do as he says and reach behind to spread my ass cheeks. Steve holds me firm as I clench and push. I can feel his cum dribbling out of me.
“Pete’s got his cock out already,” Steve says, his own cock swelling all over again, right in my face. “Good girl. You’re going to make him come, you know that? You’re going to make the skanky loser shoot his filthy load.”
A side glance tells me Steve isn’t lying. Pete is jerking off, laughing as he does it, like I’m nothing but a piece of flesh, there for his amusement. I guess that’s true, though. I am.
Steve holds me there, fully on display with my ass cheeks spread, so Pete can see the cum still dribbling out of me. I hear the splatter of Pete’s cum on the glass outside, and the grunts as he unloads. He’s sure not laughing anymore.
“Dirty bastard,” Steve says as Pete puts his cock away. “I should start charging him.”
“Or invite him in,” I hear myself saying.
Steve laughs, ruffles my messed-up hair. “I like you, Holly.”
“Same,” I tell him.
As Steve helps me to my feet, Pete gives a thumbs up and walks away.
“He’ll be back for round two,” Steve says.
“Round two?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He pulls the curtains closed. “Always a round two. But it’s time for a break. What are you having? I’ve got wine or wine. Don’t worry, it’s all in here. I wouldn’t touch that rancid kitchen with a barge pole.”
Thank fuck for that.
“Wine will do nicely,” I say, sitting on his bed to catch my breath.
He takes the bottle and glasses out of his wardrobe. It’s not a surprise to see it doesn’t have any actual clothes in it. This place is all for show.