Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
SUNDAY
This may be a week of vacation pleasure, but let’s not forget. I am the client here, and my wishes are your command. Proposal one is here to reinforce that.
Tonight, I am the one in charge. I will be the puppet master, and the pair of you will be my toys.
The question is… who is going to be my favourite? Who is going to be the best performing puppet at the show?
I want your gorgeous ‘curva’ asses. Spread, needy and hungry for action.
Let’s see how rough you can take it. How deep you can take it. And how fucking whorish you can be while you’re taking it.
No holds barred, guys. Holes open wide.
Mine as well as yours.
Give me all you’ve got, and I’ll return the favour when I’m done with you.
Proposal duration – Until I find the depths and dig even deeper.
Reward – A lovely massage and pamper day, to aid in your recovery.
H eath is smiling as I read the words aloud, but it isn’t his beaming grin from the terrace earlier. His gaze is sultry, dirty… determined. He means business, and so he should. We are indeed the curvas , and he is indeed the client.
“Puppet master, hey?” Josh asks him, then runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “What are you going to do? Impale us on your fists and get us to sing Bohemian Rhapsody?”
Heath raises an eyebrow. “Who knows what you’ll be singing by the time I’m finished with you. Stop it with the backchat. You’re giving me ideas.”
Josh leans against the kitchen counter, folding his arms with his usual filthy boy smirk, and I look between him and Heath, sensing the tension. It sizzles.
“You’ve had plenty of ideas already,” Josh says. “It’s all played out in your filthy mind. I know you, Heath. Remember that.”
Heath steps towards him, closing the distance. “And I know you . Remember that.” He runs a thumb over Josh’s cheek. “I know you’d happily be my fist puppet and sing whatever fucking tune I wanted.”
Josh’s eyes are so fierce on Heath’s.
“If it’s in the proposal, sure. I never let my clients down.” He looks towards me. “And neither does Ella, do you, baby?”
I shake my head.
“Never. No way. I’ll be singing along to the same tune all night long.”
Josh grins. “You wouldn’t want to be singing Bohemian Rhapsody though, would you?”
He starts humming the theme tune to Nighttime Whispers. Cheeky bastard.
I imagine bouncing on Heath’s fist, trying to crescendo the song lyrics with Josh beside me, both of us trying to ride in sync. It’s so darkly fucked up I laugh out loud, but at the same time, it gives me tingles. Whatever the hell had been written in Heath’s proposal would have made me horny. And that’s the thing… as crazy as it might sound, I’m coming to expect crazy. To embrace crazy. To ride the crazy, wherever it takes me. Especially where an idol like Heath is concerned.
I don’t think we’ll truly be singing tunes tonight, but as for being fist puppets? That seems right up Heath’s street. I wouldn’t put it past him on the stretch-play front, and I wouldn’t want to. And from the way he’s staring at Josh, I’d say the idea is pretty solid in his mind.
“Serious now, curva,” Heath says. “You won’t be laughing when you’re begging your master on the floor. The proposal starts now.”
Shit. Ok. I haven’t had much time to prepare. I’m blustering around, thinking maybe I should get dressed up like a decent gothic curva, but Josh never blusters when he’s on the spot. He’s cool as a cucumber.
I start as he takes hold of Heath’s chin. His movement snakelike, he’s so fucking quick.
“The question is, how loud are you gonna sing when it’s your turn?” Josh asks our vampire lord. “You’ll take it right back when you’re done with us.”
Heath raises his eyebrows. “Dirty talk like that is only going to make me push you harder.”
“Good. I want you to push it all the fucking way. Treat me like a dirty puppet, and it’ll be coming right back at you.”
“I know that. I wrote the fucking proposal.”
The tension is ramping. The dynamic between them makes me heady, it’s so palpable.
I can’t help but drop the proposal envelope when my boyfriend lands his lips on our client’s. It slips from my hand and goes sailing to the floor, because I’m so mesmerised by the scene unfolding. Josh and Heath’s ferocity takes me aback as they kiss and groan – Josh spinning to slam Heath into the counter. Josh can switch both ways, but with Heath he loves to lead. He loves to drive and push, and stretch. It will be a gorgeous strain for him to accept Heath as the master on night one.
Heath shoves Josh away and snaps his fingers before he points at the floor.
“Strip and serve,” Heath says to my boyfriend, then beckons me forward with a wave of his hand. “You too, Ella. I want both of you naked, right now. On your knees. Time to get this filthy puppet show underway.”
His voice sounds like the Count’s on Nighttime Whispers – the deep, dark tone he uses when he’s asserting control. My body responds before my brain does, ditching the bikini I’m still wearing from the terrace without a second thought. I’m over to him in seconds, dropping to my knees in time with Josh once he’s stripped from his t-shirt and shorts. I cast a glance at Josh’s hard cock, already impressive and veiny. I’m so tempted to reach over and grip the gorgeous barbelled shaft, but Heath clears his throat, drawing my attention straight back up to our master.
His smile is sly. He leans back against the worktop, still clothed in his own t-shirt and shorts.
“Such beautiful creatures,” he says. “So eager to do my bidding.”
He points at the floor.
“Lower.”
“Lower?” I ask.
“Yes. Lower. Pray at my fucking feet like good sluts. Balasana!”
I’ve been practising yoga with Josh as part of his workouts back in London. The flexibility helps no end in our line of work. Still, I haven’t used it like this before.
Balasana . The child position.
I can feel the prickly heat from Josh, wanting to fight back and haul Heath to the floor along with us, but he doesn’t do it. He does as he’s told, lowering his torso, so his forehead is resting on the floor. It looks like a plea for mercy when he stretches out his arms in front of him.
The aircon works like a dream in this place, so I know the glorious marble floor tiles are going to be cold against my skin. I give Heath a moan and graze my nipples against the chill first, arching myself into the cobra position to display my tits before heeding his command for balasana, my forehead touching the floor.
I hear Heath walking back and forth, his bare feet just shy of our outstretched fingers as he makes us wait for our next instruction.
“Forward, come towards me,” he says, and I feel so awkward as I shuffle along, maintaining the pose. “Further. Faster. Now.”
The floor is brutal against my knees, my tits dragging.
“Stop,” he says.
I stop moving and risk a glance at Josh to find him still in position along with me. We’re lined up well, neck and neck, with an ocean of space around us. My ears are on hyper alert as Heath walks around us, full circle. I hear every footstep – slow and steady. He does three laps before he comes to a halt at the rear.
“How does it feel to be back in service?” he asks. “Subject to whatever fantasy I desire?”
I’m smiling at the floor as I answer.
“It feels amazing, sir. ”
Heath’s laugh is dry. “Ah, yes. My sweet Ella. Always so many amazings from your pretty mouth. How about you, Joshua? How does it feel for you, you dirty curva?”
“Cold. This floor is freezing.” He pauses. “But hot. You’re always a fucking scorcher, Heath, whatever you do.”
“Hands back now,” Heath says. “Spread your asses for me. Let’s get the heat ramped up.”
My forehead is still pressed tight to the floor as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks. I shuffle my legs wider, so Heath can see my pussy too, panting at what is to come. Am I really going to be a puppet for him? Seriously? What’s he going to do? I hear a pop of something opening… a bottle maybe, and I lurch forward as something lands on me from above. A drizzle of liquid, all over my back, before it runs like a river down my butt crack.
“Olive oil,” Heath says, and I guess he must be doing the same to Josh when the drizzle stops. “Such a good lube.”
We were enjoying olive oil on our salad earlier, I didn’t think I’d be enjoying the sensation of it dribbling over my asshole just a few hours later.
I hear Heath stripping from his clothes, and damn, how I wish I could get a sight. I’m still spreading my ass for him as he drops to his knees behind us.
“Puppet holes.” His laugh is pure filth. “Oh, fuck, how I’ve missed my beautiful playthings.”
His fingers run up and down the oily river of my ass crack before he slides two inside. I gasp, adoring the wet plunge.
“I was only playing on words about being the puppet master, but you’ve given me ideas, Josh. You have yourself to blame.” He pauses. “Or thank.”
“Pretty certain it will be a thanks,” Josh says before he grunts.
I want to look back and see what Heath is doing to him, but I’d topple over if I tried.
“Your ideas will only fuel mine,” Josh says. “Practice what you preach, and reap what you sow.”
“Get your asses higher,” Heath tells us. “Up in the air, spread those cheeks for me.”
I gather myself with another shuffle, my head turned to the side as I offer myself to Heath. Josh is mirroring me, and my eyes lock on his as I feel something sliding into my butt. Metal. And then a glug. Jesus. I feel a slosh of something slopping its way inside me. Oh my God. Heath has poured olive oil straight inside my asshole. It feels slimy, but weirdly fucking amazing.
“Your turn now, darling,” Heath says, and my stare is locked on Josh’s perfect face as he closes his eyes, clearly savouring the sensation as Heath does the same to him.
“It was a tough call, Ella,” our client says as he slips two fingers back inside my gloopy ass. “I’ve been desperate for your cunt, truly, but I’m going to be pulling the same puppet strings for both of you. It’s only fair.”
I barely groan when Heath pushes three fingers into my ass instead of two, I’m so slick and lubed. I love anal, and my oily ass is craving an invasion. I want to be Heath’s fucking puppet. I want him to use my ass like a fucking toy. I grip his three fingers as tightly as I can, but the oil makes gripping anything practically impossible.
My headspace switches like a lightning strike when Heath shoves in four at once, and I’m Holly the whore on Heath’s kitchen floor. I’m murmuring, begging , because I need more.
“Who is going to top the leaderboard tonight?” he asks. “Who is the most hardcore entertainer for proposal number one?”
Heath is playing with fire, stoking flames of competition, and he knows it. I always want to top the charts and be the best entertainer every chance I get. I strive for the greatest hardcorer status with every single proposal I attend. And so does Josh…
“When it comes to ass play, you know who’ll be the winner,” Josh says to Heath, but he’s looking at me with a smirk. “Ella’s ass is not such an easy target as mine. She’s less experienced.”
Josh has the mischievous glint in his eyes that gives me butterflies. He’s goading me.
“I may be less experienced, but if you want a filthy puppet, I’ll give you a filthy puppet,” I say, and push back against Heath’s fingers. “Why don’t you try me for size?”
Heath’s laugh is gentle but deadly.
“Be careful, Ella. This is only day one, remember? You have a full week of proposals yet to perform.”
His words only drive me on. My clit sparks, wanting to serve and succeed.
“Make me a puppet, Heath.” I bounce my ass against his squelching fingers. “Whatever you do to Josh, do to me. I’m not coming second.”
“You can compete, if you really want to. Sing your songs. Use your words. Tell me how desperate you are to have my fist in your oily fucking holes.”
Josh and I are both a flurry of grunts, groans and fucking whimpers as we go for it, looking at each other all the while we beg Heath to plug his fist in deep. I splay my ass cheeks as wide as I possibly can, cursing under my breath as he twists his knuckles deep to loosen me.
This is fucking crazy.
Competing with my boyfriend to take Heath’s fist deepest and hardest, lubed up with olive oil on a kitchen floor.
I see the grimace on Josh’s face when he bucks up against Heath’s fist, and he’s outdone me. I hear the squelch as Heath’s hand sinks all the way in. Fuck it. I’m still at the knuckles. Heath is still twisting and loosening me, since I’m not ready to take him. My ass is still protesting, burning despite the olive oil, but I’m out of my head with the need to keep up. I want to feel the pop of force as my ass accepts him.
“Please!” I say. “Heath, please, just do it.”
“Very well,” he says.
It’s a white heat that has me biting off a yelp when Heath plunges in in one. I breathe hard, trying to stay relaxed around the hand inside me, but Heath is already fist-fucking Josh with a passion. I can hear the beautiful slick rhythm as he pulls his fist in and out, and Josh is grinning, bucking… giving it more, more, more as he takes it like a pro.
I give up on splaying my ass cheeks and brace myself on the floor instead, and I may be a cheater on all fours, but it puts me back in the game. It’s me bucking now, taking Heath’s hand in and out of me like a dirty little slut.
“Unfair advantage,” Josh says, and mirrors me – going doggy position to buck just as fast.
“Bastard,” I laugh. “You’re so competitive, you know that?”
“Says you. Queen of the leaderboard.”
Josh reaches out to pull me closer, and I inch over to him, our sides pressed together as our client treats us like a pair of gloves. Josh’s breaths are in my face, his eyes just inches from mine, and the competition eases. I want to kiss him so fucking bad, but he beats me to it, managing to land his lips on mine before I get the chance.
Heath clears his throat.
“I’m buried wrist deep in your asses like a Punch and fucking Judy show, and you two are making out like teenagers. Remember who’s in charge here.”
He slams us particularly hard… once, twice, three times, and then he pulls out – my ass feeling like it’s belching open before he plunges back in again. A ravaged fucking cave. I can’t make out with Josh under this kind of barrage. There is nothing but the thumping invasion of Heath’s fist as he punches his way in deeper.
“Oh the fucking view,” Heath says. “Stunning.”
I look back at him over my shoulder, and it’s an oh the fucking view for myself at the sight of Heath’s smile. His hair is hanging free as he punch fucks us, his eyes a dirty delight as he plunges inside.
“How about we call Ella the winner?” Josh says. “Please, Heath. Share the bounty. I want to see your fist in Ella’s ass. I want to see how deep she’s fucking taking it.”
My eyes are still on Heath as he smirks at my boyfriend.
“Since you asked so nicely, how could I refuse? Here, come and assist me.”
I get a flutter of panic as Heath pulls out of Josh’s ass and sets him free, because I’m already taking so much it’s insane.
Both men are positioned behind me, and my mind whirs – my dirty curva side battling with rationale.
“That’s really fucking impressive,” Josh says. “Here, pull out, just a bit… like that. Fuck, yes.”
I know I’m gaping, with the two of them staring inside me. I know what a display of pure messy filth it must look like, to see my oily open ass after such a pounding.
“You’ve been so good, baby,” Josh tells me, and hooks his hand around my thigh to reach my pussy. My clit sparks like an electric shock when his fingers land, and he circles slowly, like a tease. “Take our client’s fist nice and deep again now. Give him the performance of the night.”
Heath’s hand sinks back in, and the sensations are all mashed up. Sparks of pleasure mixed with the tender burnout of pain. It aches so bad but feels so good.
“More oil,” Heath says, and I feel a fresh glug sinking into me. It sounds so wet when Heath starts back up with the invasion, and he’s not fast this time. He’s slow. Slow and fucking deep.
Deeper than he was before…
So deep that I can feel the oil oozing out of me and dribbling over my pussy.
I cry out when he keeps burying, scooping his hand this way and that, and Josh speeds his fingers on my oily clit.
“It’s ok, baby, focus on me and be a good puppet for Heath. He’s so far in, Ella. It’s fucking beautiful.”
I cry out again as the pressure resumes, Heath’s hand still claiming more.
“Make her come,” Heath says. “Make the sweet curva come for me, Josh. I want her to come while I’m all the way in.”
Josh is a wizard with my clit, strumming with so much precision I’m gasping in seconds, but I let out another cry as Heath eases in just a little bit more and it feels like he’s inside my belly.
I’m a fucking hand puppet. A dirty, used, wrecked hand puppet, with a fist so deep it could be in my fucking guts – and it’s gross, and invasive, and slimy, and aches along with the burn, but it still turns me on. In fact, it turns me on more than ever.
“Do you trust me, baby?” Josh asks, and I nod with a crazy smile.
A question like that only means one thing.
It means more.
“Stay nice and relaxed, ok… just relax…”
Oh my fucking God, I feel his other hand slipping between my thighs from behind. He’s still strumming my clit, and Heath is still buried when two of Josh’s fingers seek out my slippery cunt.
“Trust me,” Josh says, and his two fingers spear my pussy, angled against Heath’s hand. Such a thin wall, and so sensitive.
“I can’t…” I pant. “I can’t…”
But I’m wrong. Josh’s fingers curl inside me, battling for space, and his strumming of my clit sends me over the edge. I’m a grunting whore when I come for the pair of them, squirting with such high pressure that it must look like I’m pissing all over the floor. I daren’t move, so I just brace myself, riding the waves. I’m so full. So crazy fucking full, that I’m scared to rock, or writhe, or anything. I just let the men play my body like a fucked up melody of filth.
I guess you could call that singing. Just not with vocals.
Heath is very gentle as he unplugs his fist from me. I collapse onto the floor in the aftermath, rolling onto my back in the oil slick.
I shake my head as I stare up at both of them, still in disbelief that the puppet show made it that far.
“That was crazy.”
“Crazy hot,” Heath says, and holds up his dirty slick hand. I can see the band of oil on his wrist. No joke he was buried deep. “Well done, curva. That was truly delightful.”
Heath is grinning down at me when Josh’s smile turns. I’m practically a mind reader when it comes to my boyfriend now. The change in his energy gives me a lurch so strong I feel nauseous.
He’s gunning for the man who just puppet fisted us. He’s already stretching his fingers, ready for action.
“And you, Josh,” Heath says, and flicks his attention back to my boyfriend.
That’s when he clocks it, too. The change in chemistry. The vicious need in Josh’s eyes.
“Practice what you preach, and reap what you sow, remember?” Josh licks his lips. “Time for you to get your fucking ass in the air now, Heath. You’re gonna need a whole load of olive oil after that show.”
Josh is so rough as he tangles his fist in Heath’s hair and shunts him forward onto all fours beside me. I scuffle out of the way, my eyes wide as my boyfriend reaches for the half empty bottle of oil and pops the top off.
Josh’s cock is straining, proud. Veined and dark and ready to blow.
“Spread your fucking ass,” he orders Heath. “You can be a sweet curva now.”
Heath does as he’s told, breaths shallow. I catch sight of his cock, and he’s as hard as Josh is – the puppet master desperate for a puppet master of his own. And he’s going to get one.
I back myself up so I can watch Josh at work. Heath’s dirty fingers are splaying his own cheeks, his ass clenching in preparation for what’s to come. A glorious target.
Josh doesn’t bother with slicking up Heath’s crack, just pushes the pourer of the olive oil bottle straight in and empties the whole fucking lot of it – a tank of lube sinking straight into Heath’s ass. Heath groans as Josh gets to work, and my entire body tingles as I watch my boyfriend take control.
“There’s no competition for you, curva , so you’re just going to have to take what you’re given. But that’s what you want, isn’t it? To take what you’re fucking given?”
My vampire hero nods, his groans notching up as Josh plugs straight in to the knuckles.
“Yes. I want to take what I’m fucking given. So give it to me. Do it, Josh. Fist my dirty fucking ass like I fisted your girlfriend’s.”
I’ve seen things get rough between Josh and Heath before. I’ve seen both of their asses take each other’s fists and accept one hell of a pounding, but this is different. Josh is plunging our client like he’s delving for treasure, loosening Heath to take a clenched fist before sliding in, fingers first.
Deep.
Really fucking deep.
As deep as Heath can take it…
And then more.
Just like Heath did with me.
It’s absolutely stunning to see the fire in Josh’s eyes as he puts Heath through the same beautiful torture he inflicted on me, and music to my ears to hear the way Heath grunts as he struggles to take it.
Josh’s eyes are still scorching hot when he looks at me.
“Be a good curva for Heath now, and milk his needy cock, will you? I want him to come while I’m at my deepest.”
The request lights up my soul.
“My pleasure.”
And it is my pleasure.
Reaching underneath Heath to grip his barbelled shaft is a dream come true. And two hands mean double the dream. I have a free one at my disposal to grip Josh’s cock at the same time, milking them both in tandem.
Damn, I’m good at it.
They come practically in sync – Josh’s fist buried deep in Heath’s perfect ass when the first jet of cum blows, and he takes advantage of it. One tiny shunt forward that makes Heath curse with a fuck!
He groans louder than we did, daring to shunt backwards as he’s coming. I jerk his cock faster, milking every drop. Kudos to him, he’s really fucking incredible, and I’m a lucky girl to get the chance to watch him. He’s hot enough to set the villa on fire.
There is one clear winner of the puppet show when the two guys compare filthy hands in the aftermath. I may have taken a decent chunk of Heath’s wrist inside me, but the ring of oil on Josh’s forearm says it all. It’s at least three inches higher.
Heath may have been the puppet master, but he’s been the greatest puppet of all three of us tonight.
He should be getting the pamper and recovery reward tomorrow, not us.
But still, I’ll take it gladly.