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“I asked you before, but I’ll ask you again,” he says. “Do you want this? Say the word and I’ll be straight in the shower and scrubbing myself off, no problems whatsoever, because this isn’t for the faint hearted. This is full on extreme hardcore.”
Only it isn’t extreme. Not really. I’ve seen the full naughty list on my agency account. I know how deep the dirty well goes…
This is about to get intense on my level though, and I know it. Of all the things I’ve done, this feels so up close and personal. This is my boyfriend, not a client. Not a stranger. Somehow a stranger would make it seem easier… more detached and distant.
I remember some more of what Tiff told me, and relax into the sheets as best I can, breathing nice and slowly. I spread my legs wide, lolling my knees to the side, and surrender myself to the whore inside me.
“Yes,” I say, looking up at the promise of Josh’s used asshole. “I want this. No holds barred. Show me everything. Give me everything.”
“Sure thing.”
He spreads his ass cheeks and I get a glimpse of the wreckage left behind. His puckered hole looks red raw, pink and swollen where he’s been stretched wide.
He lowers himself so I can get a better view, then leans towards me, taking hold of my chin.
“Are you going to play dirty with me, baby?” he asks, and his voice is so gentle in its filth, it’s almost sick, his tenderness laced with pure, unadulterated sin. “Do you really want to be a dirty hardcorer?”
I nod, giving him a smile. My clit is so desperate it’s throbbing. The most simple touch from him sets me alight.
“Yeah, I’m going to play dirty. I want to be the most hardcore of them all.”
“Open your mouth, then. That’s my girl.”
I do as I’m told, and he rubs his dirty thumb against my tongue.
“Suck,” he says, and I do it. I suck his thumb and look up at him through needy eyes, because that’s what I am right now. I’m needy. Every scrap of sense and decency has gone out of the window. I’m the dirty whore, who’s normally hidden under the purity of grace and smiles. A filthy whore, who wants to share her boyfriend’s stunning depravity.
“That’s good,” he says. “That’s so fucking good, baby.”
He climbs onto the bed beside me, and I feel his inner beast unleashing to tangle with his whore. He kisses the corner of my lips and I open wide, my tongue welcoming his mouth as well as his thumb. Fuck, that pulls the trigger, and we’re in a frenzy. He feeds us both his dirty fingers one by one, sharing the glory, and I moan as we lap and kiss them between us until they’re most definitely clean. I kiss his dirty mouth in the aftermath, and he trails those same fingers down between my legs, teasing my nipples through my satin slip on his way. I cry out into his mouth as his thumb finally lands on my clit, I’ve been so desperate for hours. I’m not going to last long before I come. My pussy is already pulsing.
“Feed me more,” I breathe against his lips. “Don’t hold back, Josh. Feed me as I come.”
“Shh,” he says, his filthy eyes glowing. “You’re not going to come yet.”
“I am,” I moan. “I can’t hold back, I can’t!”
My hips rise from the bed, on a mission for more of his touch.
“No, no, no,” he says, and takes his hand away.
Holy Christ, I’m aching, I need it so fucking bad.
“Josh!”
“No,” he says again, and his voice is so firm. I breathe, just fucking breathe. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you. Of course I trust you. I just…” I fist my hands in frustration, but then I nod. “Ok. Ok. You’re in control. Teach me how to play.”
“It’ll be a fucking honour,” he tells me. “Now sit up. I’ve got a present for you, and I’ll teach you how to use it.”
I sit up in a flash, fascinated as he climbs up onto the bed and positions himself on all fours, his ass facing me. He looks at me over his shoulder, and there’s no doubt about it – he’s Weston. I imagine how he looks at clients, like he’s the filthiest fucking creature on earth. Just like this.
“Explore my used-up fuck hole and have fun,” he says. “But remember. Tit for tat. Tonight, it’s going to be tit for tat.”
“Tit for tat,” I say, the thrill running through me at the thought of Weston playing with my ass.
I spread his ass cheeks, mesmerised. Oh my fucking God, how Josh’s asshole spills cum. It dribbles down his ass crack, trailing a path right down his thigh.
