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)
The thought really does give me the ick, and Josh nods. I hate how the venom is still there in me. A clear sign of ‘not yet over it’, but I guess the same is true of him. I doubt he’d want to run into Amy with her billionaire yachtsman anytime soon, either.
Talking of boats, Josh points to one sailing up the river.
“Do you get seasick?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Great. Fancy getting onboard and seeing the bridges from the bottom up?”
“Sure thing, so long as I get to be bottom up later as well.” I nip his ear, like he nips mine.
“Don’t worry about that, baby,” he laughs. “It’s an absolute certainty.”
I adore Josh’s efforts as the day reaches a close. One whole day of being treated like a princess, with a model of a tour guide at my side. And it doesn’t finish there. It carries right on once we’re back home, cosy in his apartment.
I adore the way he pulls his feet onto my lap as we munch on takeout noodles in front of his TV. I adore the way he massages my toes as soon as he’s done with his chopsticks, and the way his fingers tickle their way up my calves as we watch Nighttime Whispers – despite the fact he’s seen all seven seasons, just like I have. On loop. Call that dedication.
I adore how he makes good on his promise and takes me bottom up, telling me I’m a horny little bitch as he pounds me nice and deep, true flesh slapping flesh doggy style. The way he curls my hair around his fist and tugs at my scalp is to die for.
Touring London, talking, walking, cruising. Eating noodles in front of the TV. Foot massages, and shared laughter, and the joy of round after round of dirty sex. The pleasures go on and on until bedtime.
Such a shame we’ll be missing a night in bed together after this one, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say.
At least I’ll have a very, very hot daddy to distract me.
Chapter Thirteen
User 762. Male. 51. Plus an entertainer, already booked through the agency. Age 24.
I want full roleplay from you, adlib and convincing. You’ll be my daughter again, still in her uniform after college, and Daddy won’t be home yet. You’ll think he’s working late at the office, and you’ll be a naughty girl – fucking your dirty boyfriend on Daddy’s sofa.
I’ll find you, doing very filthy things with a boy you shouldn’t be with. He’ll have already come inside your tight little pussy, and he’ll be fucking your ass. Naughty girl.
Daddy will make him leave, and you’ll be punished for it. A very hard spanking, while you say sorry over and over. And then Daddy will wash you clean from the filthy boy’s grime, and show you that you don’t need idiot boys to do what Daddy can do so much better.
Daddy will make you dinner, and then he’ll show you how much he loves you, all over again.
Convincing actress, just like last time. Schoolgirl outfit. Pigtails. White socks.
Oral, pussy, anal. Spanking (including pussy) and being told off. Deep cleaning in the shower – expect some intense pussy and ass action, as well as some ‘uncomfortable’ situations.
An overnighter, sleeping in a girly bedroom.
I hope you accept. Can’t wait to see my little girl again.
Duration – 14 hours.
Proposal price – £8000.
As the cab takes me into Wrenshaw, it looks so familiar it gives me a hot flush on sight. The past few months fade away, and I’m instantly back in the zone. I’m Holly again, heading back from college, waiting to see her very dirty daddy.
I know the next fourteen hours are going to be intense.
My pulse is racing, lost in the filthy memories. I was so scared last time around – diving deep into roleplay without a clue what I was doing. I was riddled with imposter syndrome, my insides churning at the fear that I was in way over my head.
But it worked.
I got a five-star review and several hot rounds of my fake daddy’s cum, and I loved every single second of it. Apart from the one where it had to end… goodbye, Daddy. I had morning after syndrome hardcore that day.
I’ll be so damn happy to be saying hello, Daddy all over again.
The cab pulls up at the end of the street, and I’m much more confident in my fake college outfit this time around. My hair is already up in two long, dark pigtails, and I won’t be giving a shit who sees me in my blazer, blouse and tie. I can pass for a college girl easily enough. I pull my long white socks up high once I’ve handed the fare over, and get out of the car with a smile, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.