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)
He smiles at the sight.
“Your turn,” he says. “What did your daddy do to you?”
I smirk. “He cleaned my cum filled pussy out with a cold wet flannel wrapped around his fingers. And then he did my ass with it.”
“Nice.”
“There was more, though. Pussy spanking, oral, anal, pussy, and that was all great, but there was something else. I could feel my daddy fighting some urges last night, bubbling away under the surface.”
Josh rubs his thumb against my clit through my panties.
“Go on… tell me…”
I close my eyes, recalling the scene.
“He wanted to wash my mouth out, so he had me on my knees in the shower, and he used the shower head. He aimed the jet right at my open mouth.”
Josh’s thumb circles so well.
“A warm jet, gurgling in your throat? Let me guess… did he ask you to swallow?”
I nod. “I swallowed as much as I could.”
“And what if he’d have wanted you to gurgle and gulp down a dirtier jet? A warm stream right from his cock? Would you have done it?”
I feel so dirty admitting it. I feel almost guilty at how my pussy sparks, thinking about drinking another man’s piss while my boyfriend plays with me.
“Be honest, Ella,” Josh says. “Would you have done it? Did you want it?”
He tugs my panties to the side, and slides three fingers in my pussy – where Daddy has been.
I picture Daddy’s face as I stared up at him. How fucking sick but how fucking right it would have felt if he’d have taken out his cock and pissed in my mouth instead of using the shower.
I’d have wanted it.
I moan before I answer. “Yeah, I wanted it. I would have done it.”
“You wanted his piss in your face?”
“Yes. Like a good girl.”
“Would you have swallowed?”
I meet Josh’s eyes, already bucking against his fingers.
“I’d have gulped down every single mouthful I could take, and I’d have thanked him for it.”
“Dirty bitch,” Josh says, and he lowers himself on top of me. I’m still in my uniform as he pulls my panties to the side and thrusts his dick in hard, every barbell grating. “You’d have swallowed down another man’s piss last night, and you haven’t even tasted mine yet.”
“I want to,” I tell him. “I’ve never done it before, Josh, but I want to taste yours. Like you said, it’s only a matter of time, isn’t it? It’s inevitable. I’m going to be a hardcorer, and I’m going to do filthy fucking things, pushing it harder and harder. Piss play will only be the start of it… I’ve seen how deep the rabbit hole goes.”
He groans, and I know his animal instincts are simmering. His own deep desires bubbling. And that’s what I wanted when I first started ticking dirty boxes on the naughty list. I wanted to be like Josh, and Tiff. I wanted to be extreme. To live a life of utter filth and debauchery, for a serious amount of cash.
“I pissed all over the shower floor as he watched me,” I tell him. “I knew he was tempted.”
“But he didn’t do it?”
“No.”
“Maybe you should have begged for it,” he says.
“Damn, you’re right, I should have. I’ll remember to beg for it next time.”
“I’m going to be a bad influence on you,” he says. “I’ll only encourage you, you know that? I’ll make you a dirtier and dirtier bitch at home, taking first place before the clients who want to pay for it. I’ll push you, and you’ll encourage me, and who knows where we’ll end up?”
I see the look in his eyes, though. His question is rhetorical. I know he’s well aware where we’ll end up.
He knows what Tiff does – the very deepest and darkest fantasies she indulges for people. He knows his own back catalogue – some of it still in the shadows, unshared.
He knows I’ll do it, too.
“Are you going to piss in my mouth?” I ask him, and he smirks, thrusting harder.
“Of course I am, baby. You’ll be taking piss in every single hole if I have my way, but it’ll happen when it happens.”
“Jesus,” I say, “that sounds really hot.”
“It will be,” he says, “And trust me to take care of the order of our naughty list, and you take care of enjoying your own. Tell me some more about Daddy, tell me how much you liked being his little girl. Make me a jealous asshole who wants to fuck him right out of you, because it’s twisting me up, baby. Such a hot fucking contradiction. On one hand I’m so fucking possessive, I could scream, and on the other I want you to be the slut of all sluts. I want you to work through the naughty list like the dirtiest bitch alive.”
“Tit for fucking tat,” I moan, because I feel the same twist. I think about him being a dirty bastard with dirty women, and groups of men. Other couples. Other people paying for his beautiful mouth and his beast of a cock, and his crazy skills using them.