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)
“Jesus Christ,” he says. “You really are a kinky bitch, aren’t you?”
I take my foot down from the sill. “Yeah, I am. And this is what you wanted me for, isn’t it? You wanted everyone to know I’m a slut who’s desperate for you, and here you have it. I am one.”
He works his cock in his hand at that, glistening. It feels so good to know I’m succeeding at turning him on. I get a glow of pride as I look at him.
“Up to the glass now,” he says. “Up tight. Tits against it.”
The glass is cold enough that I gasp on contact. Oh, the beautiful chill of single glazed windows. I get goosebumps as Steve gets up from the bed and steps up behind me – his closeness giving me a shiver. I cry out as he slides his hand between my legs without warning, shoving four thick fingers all the way inside me.
“Ride them like a slut,” he says. “You wanted to come, so use them. Use my whole fucking hand if you need to.”
Yes, thank God. I ride his fingers with my tits mashed against the windowpane, moaning like a bitch at the grind.
“If only the people out there could hear how wet your pussy is,” he says.
I nod, deep in the headspace. “Yeah, fuck, I’d like that.”
“Thought so. Maybe one day I’ll invite them in here, how about that? I’ll share you around.”
The thought makes my clit spark. Right now, I’d take anyone. He’s got me on a string.
“Feel free to send me a proposal,” I groan. “You’ve seen my naughty list… I don’t have many restrictions…”
“I might well do. In the meantime, you’ll have to tell them how wet your pussy is instead. Go on, Holly, shout it out loud and clear. Tell them how wet your cunt is.”
With that, he reaches up above my head and opens the top window wide. Shit. It becomes so real as the chill of the air comes in. I can see those figures in the shadows, they feel so much closer now…
I suck in a breath. Heart pounding. Trying to get myself ready.
“Go on,” he urges. “Shout out what I’m doing to you, tell the losers outside and the nosey pricks through the wall. I want them to hear it. I want them to know what a horny, hungry slut you are.” He pauses. “Tell you what. I’ll go first. How about this?” I jump in shock, still impaled on his fingers as he bellows out loud. “YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A CHEAP WHORE. TAKE IT, BITCH. TAKE IT IN THAT SLUTTY, WET CUNT!”
Wow, his tone.
So alive.
So strong.
So real.
Playtime blurs with reality and there’s something down deep, stirring. Something in him triggers something in me.
Freedom.
That’s the word for it.
At that, my walls come down and I’m nothing but an entertainer, enjoying my job for everything it’s worth. I push every scrap of inhibition aside, and I just fucking go for it. I let it all flow free. I ride Steve’s fingers, and I scream at full volume, telling the world how wet my slutty cunt is, and how much I need it, and how much I need him. I beg him for his dick, screaming out please. PLEASE, STEVE, PLEASE! FUCK ME! GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING COCK!
He barely gives me any warning before he delivers what I’ve been begging for. He presses up behind me in seconds, slamming balls deep in my pussy as he pins me to the glass.
“Keep shouting,” he says. “Tell them how good it feels. And make it fucking real.”
I do make it real. I put my foot back up on the windowsill and take him where it feels best, grinning as I resume my screaming and shouting. But this time it’s laced with moans. Real moans as the pleasure builds.
More people are gathering against the railings outside, nothing but silhouettes looking in at me. I hear the jeering, and cheering, and wolf whistles through the open window, and fuck, yes. I feel like a filthy porn star giving the seedy performance of a lifetime. Not only that, I know the people through the wall will be listening to every single word, and it feels so dirty hot, it’s insane. I’m still crying out and yelling filth when they eventually start banging on the wall and yell for us to SHUT THE FUCK UP, and it fuels Steve. He fucks me harder, making him curse, which only sets me off even worse.
What a vicious, dirty head-spin of a cycle. I’m as bad as he is, wired up in his world of fantasy.
Holy fuck, my orgasm is genuine, and as electric as I suspected it would be – as electric as Steve knew it would be. It makes me quake and squeal and buck like a madwoman as he ploughs me with everything he has. I’m a trembling wreck, gasping against the glass as the pleasure racks through me, my mind buzzing as the onlookers keep on jeering. What a joy that they get to see me in such full, unabashed glory. Dirty enough that I hope it’ll sear itself into their memories for all time.