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)
User 1222’s voice and its lullaby whispers are addictive, and so are his teases. My headspace is vacant, lost, drifting. My body is relaxed but craving. My breaths steady but needy.
I wish he’d play with my clit, or squeeze my tits, or slam me deeper, but he doesn’t. His cock is buried to the hilt, giving me a girthy stretch, but there is no haste or power pumping in his actions. I’m so sensitive as I acclimatise. I risk adjusting myself, ever so slightly – the angle right to hit the spot. And it works. Oh, fuck, it works.
Keeping my breaths steady now is going to be harder. It’s all I can focus on as the pressure builds inside me. Steady thumps of his cock head, in and out. Grinding sweeps, slow and taunting enough that I want to buck and whine.
All I can do is murmur, and breathe, and grip my pillow.
I know when he’s getting ready to blow. I feel the tension in his balls, up against me. I feel the pulsing of his dick as he prepares to unload.
His breaths speed up but his thrusts don’t. My murmurs are louder, but I keep them in faraway land, still in character as the sleeping woman of his fantasies as one hand moves to my tit and squeezes.
Fuck!
If I could just rock… buck against him… take him harder.
But I can’t.
His wish is my command – and his pleasure comes over mine.
User 1222 holds back his grunts when he does come, but the air is filled with the tension. I can feel his thumping heart against my back. He’s built himself into a frenzy, but he comes in three long jets. I know the jerks and spasms as he does it. He’s unloaded a lot of cum in me, but it’s not enough…
I want to tell him to stop. To stay. To do it again. To use my horny clit until I come for him, with his cock still buried inside me. But I don’t. I can’t. I’m asleep.
I murmur as he pulls out of me, shuffling in sleepy frustration as he backs away.
I want his cock back inside me. I want him to slam me hard. Pin me down. Breathe lullabies in my face as I moan and squirm.
My brain is whirring when I hear him grabbing up his clothes from the floor. He disappears into the bathroom, and I risk a glance over my shoulder, but the door is closing.
I reach out and check the time on my phone. Fuck. It’s almost 2 a.m. – he’s been teasing us both for two hours.
My heart is in my throat when I snuggle back down under the covers, feigning another bout of sleep as he leaves the bathroom. He barely makes a sound as he crosses the room, easing the hotel room door open so gently it’s almost silent.
He’d make a fantastic burglar, that much is obvious.
Then, just like that, User 1222 is gone.
My pussy is full of his cum, and my clit is craving another round, and it’s both frustrating and hot as fuck, merged into one. It serves a purpose as well.
I remember all over again that being an entertainer isn’t about my fantasies or what my dirty little soul needs for my pleasure. It’s about serving my clients and sticking to theirs.
If only User 1222 hadn’t whispered filthy lullabies… they were so hot they’ll be emblazoned into my psyche for a long, long time. That more than provides the fuel I need to send myself over the edge. I pump my pussy with my fingers and thumb my own clit, loving the thick wetness of his cum inside me. Jesus Christ, I’m blessed for the explosion that comes after hours of torment, every muscle in my body tensing up as I peak and blow.
My breaths are ragged when my phone screen lights up in the darkness. I grab it to check the notifications, grinning to find that my funds from the proposal have already been transferred to my bank account, and my review is ready for viewing.
I’m wide awake as I prop myself up on my elbow. Awaiting the rating always gives me jitters.
I could punch the air when it’s a five-starrer. Full marks for me, back from holiday on night one.
Holly was either out on sleeping pills, genuinely exhausted or the best actress known to mankind. Maybe a combination. But whatever, she did a great job of sleeping while taking my cock. Her body also did a great job of letting me know she was enjoying it. Her lovely delicate whimpers sealed the deal. This sleeping beauty has a fairytale cunt. It was perfect, and drove me to the edge of losing my cool as prince charming. I’m hoping I’ll be sharing plenty of hotel beds with her in the future, and next time I’ll pre-book her a cottage pie and a bottle of house red at the restaurant. The hearty meal sure seemed to tire her out. What a sleepy girl at the table. Yes, Holly. I was watching you.