Chapter 2 #3
I guess I am still a newbie when it comes down to it.
Compared to Josh, Tiff, Eb, Harlot and Bodica, I’m fresh to the party.
If it wasn’t for client confidentiality, I’d ask him who else he’s fucked, and how many of the naughty list boxes he’s checked out for himself.
But I sip my scotch, and stare at him with eager eyes, waiting for him to talk.
He puts his empty glass down beside me, and takes hold of his cock, squeezing the base tight.
“You for real about fisting?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
“Piss play? Monthly play? CNC?”
“All of them.” I smirk as I tip my head. “For the right price, of course.”
“Your profile says you do girl on girl. Gang bangs. BDSM.”
“I do all of them. I love every second.”
“So I’m vanilla to you, am I?”
On paper, yeah, this guy is pretty vanilla compared to the clients I take on, but the energy from him is nothing but.
I wonder what fantasies he’s hiding there, under the surface.
Has he just been letting off steam with basic hooker play before?
Is he the kind of man that could get a whole load filthier with the right encouragement?
With the right entertainer.
“Relatively, sure,” I say. “But you’re nice and dirty with the staples. Accomplished. Very accomplished.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is it you reviewing me now?”
“Would you want me to?”
He reaches out to squeeze one of my tits. An unspoken act of dominance.
“Don’t pull bullshit with me, Holly. I’d want a review that was real.”
“And you’d get one.”
I chance a glance down at his cock and he’s growing.
“Go on. Tell me,” he says.
I work on instinct. I have to.
“I think you’re top marks, actually. You know how to fuck pussy. You know how to push deep and use that fat cock head of yours to drive a girl crazy. You’re a brilliant team player. Natural rhythm.”
“Thanks. Maybe you’ll say the same about me pounding your asshole. My ex used to squeal like a dying cat, claiming she loved it. Probably as fake as the rest of her.”
“I haven’t finished,” I dare to tell him. “I think there’s an awful lot of potential that you’re hiding… lurking in dark corners while you’re busy.”
His eyes sharpen, and his fist starts working his dick. Yeah, I’m onto something.
“What is it?” I ask him. “What drives you crazy, but stays under the radar?”
“You a clairvoyant as well as a whore?”
I laugh. “I don’t need to channel the dead to read the living. Call me intuitive.”
“Definitely intuitive.”
“Are you going to tell me? Or are you going to keep it a secret?”
His eyes are so fucking intense. So guarded. And the tension comes back. The grit of his jaw. Whatever it is, is close to his depths, and has been lying dormant. Or trying to.
For moment he looks sceptical.
“You after more cash, is that it?”
I meet his stare. “No. Not at all. Send me a proposal for any of my services you want, with the price you’re willing to pay for them. I’ll give a yes or a no.”
“Oh, I will be. Until then you can wait for it. You can speculate on exactly what will be on that proposal until it lands in your inbox.”
“Move your hand,” I tell him, and nudge his dick with my stiletto.
He lets go of his cock and I lean in and wrap my fingers around it – well as far around it as they’ll go.
People’s dirty depths fascinate me.
But that isn’t for now…
“Tonight it’s all about your meaty dick landing in my dirty fucking asshole, isn’t it? The ultimate prize.” I grin at him. “Come on. Take it. Let me serve you how you need to be served.”
I’m taken aback when he reaches behind my head to grab a fistful of my hair. There is no messing around as his burning eyes crash into mine.
“I’ll show you exactly how I need to be served, you cheeky bitch. I’ll pick what the ultimate fucking prize is.”
He wrenches me from position and slams me on my front this time instead of my back. My butt is in the air, ready and available for entry, but he walks around until he’s standing in front of my face, with the pussy wet monster cock in his grip.
“Suck me with that cheeky mouth. Plug that slutty throat up and take it like a good girl.”
I don’t need telling twice.
Thoughts of his depths, and other proposals, and person to person conversation are out of the window as soon as the fat head of his cock passes my lips. My cheeks are full to bursting as I gag on him.
He knows what he’s doing with ploughing cunt, but I sure as fuck know what I’m doing when it comes to sucking cock.
I’m smiling all the while I bob my head up and down his shaft, not complaining at all as he jams my throat hard enough to choke me.
I’m a dribbling wreck as he thrusts, but I don’t care, I just tell him how much I want it whenever I get the chance to garble out words amongst the action.
His proposal wasn’t lying. He’s a face slapper.
Just a few backhanders as he calls me a filthy fucking slut.
I always enjoy getting pinked up cheeks.
Front or back, it doesn’t bother me. User 2644 is a hair tugger, yanking my head back and ordering me to loll my tongue out while he berates me for being a slut whore cum dumpster.
A slut whore cum dumpster who can’t get enough of it.
I think I’ve got him to the point of blowing, I really do.
I pop my lips and lap at his length and bob my head on a mission, and his balls tighten for the second time.
The thought makes my clit tingle, and I grind against his desk.
I’d love a splattering of his cum on my face. I’d wear it like a trophy.
But then he laughs at me.
“No, no, no. This next load is for one place only. You’ll be dripping from two holes when you walk out of here tonight.”
I moan, looking up at him through watery eyes from gagging. My face must be a state, and his cock is red with my smeared lipstick. Perfect.
“You’re a beautiful slut,” he says to me, then pushes a thumb into my mouth. “Strange, isn’t it? Somehow it feels as though I’ve known you a lifetime. You’re so familiar.”
My stomach lurches at that. Hard.
Familiar.
It takes every ounce of strength I have not to freak out. I feel the waves of fear starting up at the thought he’s seen me all over the internet, and just hasn’t made the connection.
And then he laughs.
“I really have been looking at your slutty profile for far too long. You were a fucking tease, you know that? Turning your calendar off. I’ve been checking you out since I realised the gold digger was going to be packing her bags.
” His fingers explore my mouth, and I bob my head on instinct, sucking them.
“I’ve spurted over the thought of your pretty little asshole more times than you’ll ever know, so it’s time you got it for real. ”
My nerves die down as I stare up at him, because he’s telling the truth. I can feel it.
User 2644 has been waiting for me without a clue, imagining all the filthy hooker traits he wants to take advantage of.
I wonder how many other Users like him are out there, checking out my profile with rock hard cocks, waiting for action and oblivious to the online bullshit.
Fuck, that thought feels nice.
I’m smiling to myself when User 2644 paces around the desk to my rear. I twist my head to watch him push his chair away, shuffling back until my ass is up close and ready for him. I am one happy girl as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks, just like his proposal wanted.
My words are all genuine when I beg User 2644 to fill my filthy hole with his thick butt plug of a cock. I don’t want lube. I want the raw sensation of a man wild to unload his bursting balls, without giving a shit for me.
User 2644 does fuck me raw, with only my lingering spit on his cock to make the slide in easier.
It burns like a bastard, but I keep my ass cheeks spread and keep on begging.
He calls me a filthy hooker bitch, and I nod my head, because he’s right. I am one.
Once my ass accepts him and his pumping hips set me alight, the proposal doesn’t mean a thing. It’s just me. As me. Being Holly the whore as I truly am.
Holes on offer, spread wide, not abashed or shy in giving service… nothing but moans of pleasure in reciprocation.
We only have one hour of proposal time left by the time User 2644 finally unloads into my asshole with his second round.
He sits back in his chair with a sigh. Balls emptied.
“You’re so fucking good,” he says.
“Thanks,” I say. “Think I’ll get you hot enough to go another round? I’d love to. We’ve still got an hour.”
He smirks. “Give me ten minutes. In the meantime, I want you naked. Everything off.”
As he pours himself another scotch, I get rid of the underwear and the heels and stand naked and ready, playing with my tits as he watches.
He glances at the clock on the wall. “Make yourself come. You’ve got five minutes tops.”
Easy peasy. With his cum dribbling down my thighs, I spread my legs and strum at my clit, alternating with finger fucking my sopping wet cunt, one hand tugging on my nipples.
He nods his approval, his cock back in his fist as my legs shudder and I moan like a bitch when I come for him.
“Nice,” he says. “Now, on your knees and open wide.”
I do as I’m told, kneeling before him on the thick carpet, mouth open, tongue out.
User 2644 steps up, grips my hair in both hands and slams his meaty dick straight to the back of my throat.
I retch and gag and drool as he fucks my mouth and he’s unrelenting. It doesn’t take long until I feel him tensing up and I’m ready to drink him dry.
But no.
He pulls out, lets go of my hair and grips his cock and it looks like I’m going to get my wish after all. I open my mouth like a good whore, tongue out, and it’s pure fucking joy to watch the ribbons of cum spurting from his fat cock head, hitting my face in hot splatters.
When he’s done, he shoves his cock in my mouth and I suck him clean, his cum dripping from my chin.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he says and returns to his chair, pulls a packet of wipes from his desk drawer and hands it over.
I clean my face and get myself back into my dress as he watches, and we share a grin when I tell him his cum is going to be pooling in my panties through the cab ride.
“Thanks, dirty bitch,” he says as I walk out the door.
“My pleasure,” I say, closing the door behind me with a gentle click.
The cool air of the outside hits me when I step back onto the street. The cab is ready and waiting. The driver beckons me over, no drama whatsoever.
D&S, I message Josh as soon as I slide into my seat. Safe and sound. And happy. X
His response comes straight back.
Great stuff, baby. I’m so proud of you. Can’t wait to get you back home. x
Except it isn’t home I’m going to.
That realisation is reinforced more than ever before when the cab driver starts off towards the Airbnb. And there’s an itch there. An itch I can’t scratch.
I can’t help but ask the driver to take a detour. I can’t help but look up at the Belgravia Towers and wish with all my heart that I really was going home. It hurts as I stare up at them, catching sight of our dark windows. Our lights have been off for so long now. Way too long.
The pang in my ribs is hard to bear.
But at least Josh will be waiting for me at my destination.
I’m still staring at the towers when I get the buzz from the Agency app. I have a review.
I don’t open it until the towers are out of view, and thank God I do open it. My happiness at User 2644’s review counters my Belgravia homesickness enough to function.
Five stars.
Just like I wanted.
Excellent service, delivered to perfection. Authentic, and horny, and true to form. Everything I asked for, with a fair few cherries on top.
And there is more.
Holly is also an intuitive little minx. A psychic slut when it comes to digging the depths.
Believe me, Holly, if you are reading this. You’ll be finding out my deepest fantasies. Just make sure you click accept on the proposal when it comes in.
You won’t regret it.
I knew it. Client 2644 has some seriously hidden filthy depths to him. I’m buzzing at the prospect of his next proposal, because I am sure I won’t regret it. Not for a second.
And in the meantime, I won’t be wasting another second…
I check out my inbox of proposals through the rest of the cab ride, and I’ve filled up the coming week on my calendar by the time the driver pulls up, journey over.
There’s no doubt about it now. Holly the whore is back in town.
I’m grinning like crazy as I approach the door of our temporary accommodation.
I can’t wait for Josh to see Holly the whore again, because I’m sure he’s missed her too.