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)
“I’m sure you’ll end up doing them, too,” Josh says. “You’ll take a double girl proposal when it comes up, won’t you?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Who will you take, then? At your fees the proposal is going to be a little bit more hardcore than a double blowjob.”
I think through my options. There are a bound to be a fair few entertainers up for a double gig on the forums, but I’d likely need one of the main players. It’s common sense that it’s going be one of the girls I’ve met already.
“How about Tiff?” Josh asks, eyes mischievous. “Would you take her?”
That idea feels weird, but strangely hot. I’ve heard some of her stories – crazy, crazy hardcore – and they are still off my scale, but would I share them with her, if it came down to it? Would I join in if she asked me?
“Probably, yeah,” I say, and he holds up his hand for a high five.
“Good call, since she’ll have some double up proposals on the horizon. Harlot is going travelling for a few months later this year. She wants to check out Australia.”
I get a lurch. Mum and Dad.
“You’d think I’d be the one going travelling to Australia, and she’d be the one playing filth with Tiff, not the other way around.”
I get an image of my parents waving me off from Sydney, so proud of their successful daughter. In less than a week, their image may be shattered for ever.
Enough.
No musing on Mum and Dad now. I have to stay clear headed.
“Tell me some more about 1543,” I say to Josh. “What’s he like?”
“You’re still being nosey. Are you going to quit it?” There is no malice in his words, just a fake roll of his eyes.
I put a hand on my hip, giving him a roll of my eyes right back.
“What are we talking? Bondage? Caning? Exhibitionism? Being chased and captured?”
“None of those, and nothing you can’t handle. If there was anything I was even slightly dubious of, I’d warn you first.”
“Double ass and pussy is a must, right? How about fisting?”
“Well, that depends on how much you’re begging for it.” He takes my hands, expression serious. “Fine, ok. I’ll give you a clue. You’ll see me take an absolute pounding in my ass, and you’ll see me give it right back to him, as hard as he can handle it. He’ll want to share your cunt with me, and your ass, too. He likes stretching. He likes sharing. And when he’s in the mood,” he looks at my heaving tits, my breaths deepening. “He loves a gorgeous, hot bitch who can handle his fun time.” He pretends to zip his mouth shut. “And that’s all I’m saying.”
“Cool. That’s more than enough.”
“Good. You can always cancel or call time out, if it comes to it. He’s not going to slate your ratings.”
That sets the hardcorer fire off in me. I raise my eyebrows.
“I won’t be calling time out. Not a chance in hell.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Guess we’ll find out.” I squeeze my thighs together. I’ve been looking forward to watching Josh fuck a guy’s ass for months.
I climb on top of him and grind myself against his cock – the beautiful barbelled beast already primed for action. I’m ready to mount, but he shakes his head and grabs my hips, stopping me in my tracks.
“Hold your horses, baby. Let’s save it for later.”
I tip my head. “You want me to stop riding you? Wow. That’s a first.”
He laughs. “No. That’s the problem. I’ll want to fuck you all afternoon, and I’m not going to be a party pooper. I want to see you full on in your hungry slut mode this evening. No holding back.”
“Fine.”
He slams me onto my back before I can dismount, grinding his dick between my legs. Tease.
“I love you, Ella,” he says. “And I have a suspicion User 1543 is going to love you, too.”
“What?”
“Wait and see,” he says again, and kisses me before he pulls away. “Coffee time.”
“Bastard,” I laugh, my clit throbbing. “If he’s not worth it, you’ll have to make it up to me with twenty orgasms in a row.”
I’m intrigued, I really am. This cloak and dagger play of Josh’s is new to me. He’s revelling in the secrecy, and I wonder why… I wonder what the hell I’m going to find waiting for me on the proposal.
It’s a damn sight better than worrying about Connor hitting the call button to Mum and Dad.
Josh keeps flashing me excited glances through lunch at our local cafe. He squeezes my hand as we take a walk through the park – his steps so alive he’s almost bouncing. And when the time comes to get ready, he’s glowing. He can’t stop staring at me.
“I’d go dark lipstick,” he says. “Purple. Mega goth.”