The naughtier list, p.30
The Naughtier List, page 30
“When you used me, the two of you… when you stretched me. When you held your cocks together and I forced myself backwards to let you both in at once… and then you took over. Fuck. Then you fucked me to your own rhythm, and I was a puppet with a pussy, and it was so fucking good. It was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah,” Jack says, “it was. And you know what?” He gets up onto the bed, kneeling next to me as I carry on playing. “It’s going to be just the same all over again, but rougher. The boundaries are broken down now, and we know how much you can take from us. We know what you’re capable of.”
I wish I did… because right now my own body’s abilities feel out of my control. I’ll have to trust them, and give myself over to them. I smile at the idea of letting my thoughts disappear. All that needs to remain is lust.
I tug my thong off, tossing it away. I splay my legs, my pussy bare and ready to take whatever they want to give me. I pull my slit apart, and hitch myself higher so both my slick pink pussy and the tight brown ring of my ass are on offer. “Use me,” I say. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”
The tension in the room is so heavy that something combusts, and Eric makes the move. He’s still suited, his massive cock ready in his hand as he climbs on top of me and pins me flat. Damn, he’s so fucking strong.
He doesn’t warm me up, just lines up his massive cock head and pushes in deep in one long thrust that takes my breath.
“Fuck,” he says, “Your pussy is tighter than Jack’s ass.”
His boyfriend swats his arm, but I can only groan at the monster filling me, it feels so good.
He starts thrusting his hips, driving his beast deep inside my pussy. Fuck, even that hurts, but I can’t stop myself, urging him on.
That’s it, yes, Eric, please! More!
Jesus, how he takes my words literally. He spits on two of his fingers, and I tense in anticipation as he lines them up against his thrusting cock.
“Do it, Eric,” Jack says. “Stretch her beautiful cunt. I might take advantage of her pretty mouth as you do it.”
Jack’s got his cock in his hand as he shuffles up the side of me. I slurp on the swollen head as I whimper because Eric isn’t holding back. He’s working his two thick fingers in my pussy along with his dick, pushing harder with every thrust. I’m glad I’ve been working my way up the hardcorer chart, because just a few months ago I’d have been a torn wreck already.
I’ve got Jack’s cock in my face, blurring out my vision, so don’t know what Eric’s planning down below until I feel him switch his fingers out for his thumb, and then he aims those freed wet fingers for my asshole.
He stretches his thumb away from his cock, forcing a gap to test my pussy, and I cry out, but that doesn’t matter. I keep my hips grinding back at him.
“Do it,” I manage to gurgle around Jack’s cock. “Stretch me, and fuck my ass, too.”
Jack pulls his cock free so I can talk filth more easily, and I smile, like a whore in heat.
“You both need to stretch me, and you know it. You’ll need to stretch me so fucking wide, both my pussy and my ass, so why hold back, huh?” I must be insane. Asking for it. “Fuck me up,” I say to Eric, with dirty eyes. “Get me ready.”
The big cocked hunk pauses with his dick buried deep, his thumb still stretching my pussy open. His fingers are lined up against my ass, and I buck, just a little.
“Do it, Eric. Stretch me. Fingers, cocks, fists. I don’t care. I just want to take it.”
I hardly recognise the woman in my own head. Holly. She’s wound up, crazy about the two guys who sent her off the scale last time, and she’s greedy. Holly is a greedy little slut. Greedy for cock, and cum, and being the best performer she can be for the guys who drive her wild.
Eric’s fingers spear my ass before he starts thrusting his cock again, and I think it’s alright, I can cope, I’m even grinning high… until his hips start slamming, and fuck, he’s going deep. I grip the sheets and grit my teeth, but I don’t get the chance to grit them for long before Jack takes hold of my face and angles it back to his cock.
“Open up, Holly.”
I give him my throat, gargling and bobbing my head as his boyfriend lays down the law between my legs. My clit is sparking, even though my pussy is screaming, and my ass is burning like hell. It would take just one sweep to ignite the flame, but Eric doesn’t give it to me. He avoids my clit and focuses on my holes, his breaths deepening as he works at me.
“Is she ready for one of us in each yet?” Jack asks, slamming my throat hard. “Not sure how long I’m going to be able to fuck her mouth before I shoot my load.”
Eric opens my ass wider, and fuck he’s got to be using four fingers, along with his cock and thumb in my pussy.
“Not yet,” Eric says. “Give me a minute. Just one more minute.” He circles his wrist, and spreads his fingers, and he must be making one hell of a mess down there as he preps me for two at once. “That’s it,” he says next. “So, what do you want, Jack? Pussy or ass?”
“Give me a go at that slick pussy,” Jack says. “I want to see how wet you’ve made it for me.”
The transition is quick and easy as the guys help me into position. Eric takes my place on his back on the bed and I climb onto him, reverse cowgirl style as he grips my hips and Jack helps to guide my ass onto Eric’s cock, ever so gently as I use my weight to allow him in. And fuck, just the head, getting past the muscle, is a burning stretch. I take it steady. I take it slow, remembering how I took Josh’s fist. Pain leads to pleasure… I just need to relax.
“Good girl,” Eric says as his cock edges deeper.
I take a breath, enjoying the feeling of fullness.
“That’s it,” he says, “all the way now.”
He takes my hips and pulls me down gently until my ass has swallowed him whole, and then he takes my arms and eases me backwards, until I’m lying with my back flat to his chest, my pussy splayed, ready for Jack.
“Relax,” he says. “You can take it. Trust us. We’ll make it feel so good.”
I don’t doubt that for a second. Jack grabs some lube from the dresser and lathers himself up slick, but I don’t care about lube. I just want him inside me.
Holy fuck, this has escalated like a firebomb. I’m still clothed in a satin dress and stilettos, with a stud of a guy still suited and booted underneath me, with nothing but his cock free – that’s how fucking desperate we are for the action. At least one of us is naked. I admire Jack’s ripped torso as he smirks at me, taking the heels of my stilettos in each hand.
“Ready for this?” he asks, grinding his cock against my slit. He catches my clit on purpose, making me gasp.
“You’d better try it and see, hadn’t you?” I sound so fucking cheeky. So dirty.
He doesn’t reply, just grins at me as he works his thick, fat cock inside my pussy while his boyfriend’s massive dick is plugging my ass.
And fuck if I don’t experience something new.
Something overwhelming.
Lust.
Primal lust.
Grunting, as he works cock inside me.
Hot breaths on my neck from Eric as he holds me tight, squeezing my tits hard.
Gasps from me as the pain of the stretch morphs into pleasure and yes, it’s like we’re playing in a cloud of beautiful hazy lust.
This is desperation. Carnal desperation that knows no bounds. And these guys – the courteous Eric and Jack – are animals, needing to unload.
“Fuck me,” I hiss as they both hit balls deep. “Just fucking fuck me!”
Right now, Holly is nothing but two holes being used by two desperate cocks, slamming in sync, then alternating. Their balls must be mashing, and their breaths are quickening, and I’m crying out like a needy bitch as they reach their peak in unison. The thrill of hearing them losing control is enough to light up my dirty soul. I’m gritting my teeth and riding high as their balls empty inside me.
“Shit,” Jack says, collapsing on top of the pair of us, with his sweaty forehead on my shoulder. So much for his shower earlier. “Well, goodbye to the plan of action. That was well and truly off script.”
I laugh against his ear as Eric curses from underneath me.
“So, what was the plan of action?” I ask.
“To at least get a taste of your pussy before we blew our loads inside you,” Jack says. “We’re selfish bastards.”
“Nah,” I say, still rocking on a high. “You’re not selfish at all. That was a seriously hot double pounding.”
Jack raises himself. “Lovely sentiment, but I think it might be time to remedy it.”
“Yeah?” I ask, then moan as he moves his way down my body, peppering me with kisses all the way.
“Pull your dirty cock free, Eric,” Jack tells his boyfriend, and I wince as Eric hitches me up far enough that his dick thumps out of me. I feel the dribble of cum he’s left behind. I must be a mess of it. A sloppy mess of cum from both greedy holes.
Jack lowers his mouth between my legs, lapping his cum from my pussy and squirming his tongue around my clit – just a taster. He lowers himself further, and Eric groans underneath me as Jack turns his attention to his boyfriend’s dirty cock. Sure, I’ve douched myself clean, but still, it’s ass to mouth. One of the things I love most.
I hear Jack’s wet mouth sucking him hard again. And then dirty Jack is digging at my ass with the tip of his tongue, pleasuring us both. Sucking, lapping, teasing. Eric keeps me in place, hands kneading my tits and teasing my nipples and fuck, I’m moaning all over again, it feels so good.
I don’t care about how dirty Jack’s mouth is as he moves his attention back to my pussy, swirling his filthy tongue around my clit. His mouth is wet, with the kind of slickness that only comes from a lovely gooey load of cum, and he uses it well. He sucks my pussy with a dirty mouth full of cum, and I’m squirming in no time. I’m already so sensitive it’s hard to keep sane, and I need the release. I need it so bad.
I cry out as Jack breaks contact because I can’t stand it. I buck my hips, aching for his mouth, but he addresses his boyfriend, not me.
“Get back inside her, Eric. I want her full when she comes.”
Jack helps guide Eric’s cock back inside my ass – already swollen hard for another go. I clench my burning muscles around him, lolling my head back with a gasp as Jack shoves four fingers into my pussy and makes them squirm. Ah, more stretch… more lovely, lovely stretch.
Jack sucks on my clit as he squirms his fingers in my cunt – his boyfriend’s massive cock slowly working in and out of my asshole – and this may be a paid job, and it should be about their pleasure not mine, but I swear on my filthy fucking soul, these guys are all out for me right now. They’re all out for me and my pleasure.
Jack makes me come so hard I’m a fucking wreck, squealing and wriggling in Erics arms as I flood with the sensation. I lose it to everything but the way I’m cresting, coming without restraint or concern. But of course… I have other specialities now. Ones that my own filthy hot boyfriend has unlocked in me…
I flood with more than just sensation when I come this time… I flood with my pussy as well. I squirt around Jack’s squirming fingers, flooding Eric’s dick and trousers as well as the bedsheets underneath me, and I can’t stop. I couldn’t hold back if I tried.
Jack’s face says it all as he looks up at me in the aftermath. He has a grin of a schoolboy, like he’s just been given a prize.
“Fucking hell, Eric,” he says. “Take a look at this.”
Eric sits me up, and I straddle his legs with mine splayed wide. Fuck. There’s a huge wet patch underneath us where I’ve squirted, and it’s growing. My pussy is still dripping.
“Sorry,” I say to the guys. “I should have warned you. It’s an, um… unexpected new ability of mine. My apologies for soaking your trousers, Eric.”
He laughs in my ear. “That unexpected new ability is incredibly welcome. I hope you’ll be giving us another decent soaking before the night is through.”
“No doubt about that,” I say, wincing as he helps me to my feet.
Shit, I’m limping on my stilettos as I take Jack’s arm for balance. I’m already so used up, my legs are wobbly. But we’ve only just started. We’ve still got another five hours to go.
Five whole hours of filth and fun time.
What a pleasure.
Jack is back in the shower for the second time this evening, along with Eric and I once we’ve cast off our clothes. The three of us soap each other down in a heady daze, and Jack dashes out to grab a bottle of champagne from the minibar. We take it in turns to down a mouthful of fizz from the bottle – and one bottle leads to the next. Wow, it’s quite a shower party. I suck both guys’ cocks a little while we wash, drink, and talk, taking it steady, but there’s no denying that the tension is building. I have to stop with the sucking pretty sharp during each round as time goes on, making sure I’m filling their balls without bursting them.
They give me as good as they get, of course – such a generous couple. One mouth on each tit always feels amazing, especially when the mouths concerned are owned by such gorgeous men. For a couple of guys who spend the majority of their sex lives fucking each other, they are pretty damn skilled when it comes to tit play. They have me panting fresh, my clit sparking over again from the electricity that travels down from my nipples. Yeah, they’ve got me good, and they keep on giving.
We chat, and laugh. I sit on the dresser, naked in the aftermath, sipping a fresh bottle of fizz and admiring the crazy hot view of Eric and Jack sucking each other’s cocks in front of me. One after the other, in alternation. What a fucking show. I could watch it all night long, and I’d revel in every moment, but this is their show, and my performance, not the other way round.
Eric, Jack and I are nearly four bottles of champagne in by the time the action starts up again in earnest.
I’ve got to keep my head together, but it’s so hard when business and pleasure blur like this.
If only Josh was here as well. If only this really WAS pleasure as well as business. Because I’m pretty damned sure Josh would enjoy it. I think he’d love it, too.
Eric, Jack and I are a mass of three horny bodies when we take up position back on the bed together. It’s so much more brutal to be face fucked when your head is pinned flat against a mattress than it is in a shower, bobbing your head at your own free will. The guys make me gag so hard that I retch up a stream of champagne through both my nose and mouth at once – still fizzing. Yet another thing to soak their posh hotel bedsheets with…
Oh hell, it makes us roar with filthy laughter.
I’m still snorting with fizz and giggling when I catch sight of a clock on one of the bedside tables. Fuck, the minutes really have been ticking by.
“Come on,” I encourage them. “How about my face takes less action now and you turn your attention to my other treasures, hmm? We don’t want to run out of time.”
I hold my knees to my chest to illustrate, pushing two fingers in my pussy and two in my ass. Eric lets out a happy groan. “Time sure flies when you’re having fun.”
Understatement.
“Come on, Jack, she’s right,” he says. “Our dirty gothic princess is in need of some serious double play. Wouldn’t want her leaving here without stretching her to the absolute limit, the kinky little minx deserves it.”
“So do you, since you’re paying for it,” I say again, trying to remind them exactly what I signed up for here.
Double cock in the pussy. Double cock in the ass. They are both still there – boxes to be ticked, gladly.
Even through the champagne, filth and laughter, my heart starts pounding with nerves when Eric grabs the bottle of lube. It’s a big one. I take a look at the sizes of their swollen veined cocks, and the seriousness of the situation dawns on me, fresh through the haze.
I’m going to be taking both cocks in my backside in one go. Just the thought is enough to make my battered ass throb in pain.
The guys don’t go for my ass yet, though. It’s all about my pussy.
Eric and Jack are so attentive as they slather me in lube. They take it in turns with their fingers first – stretching me deeper and deeper, wider and wider. They go agonisingly slowly, but with solid force every step of the way. It’s a painful slow burner, but it’s a road that leads to the top. No mistake about that.
I’m off the scale horny again before I know it.
“Do it,” I say, when Eric is up to the widest part of his big knuckles. “Give me your dicks now, please. I’m ready for it.” I push back against Eric’s hand, wanting more. “I need it! Please. Just fuck me!”
Eric looks at Jack before he answers me, and they exchange a smirk.
“Fine,” he says. “Let’s get ready to rumble. You’d better mean what you say, Holly, because this isn’t going to be an easy ride.”
“I don’t do easy rides,” I tell him with a tipsy wink.
“And that’s why we love you,” he says.
This time it’s Jack’s turn to lie on his back on the bed.
I straddle him easily, his big cock sliding deep, squelching with lube.
“Nice,” Jack says, groping at my tits until Eric shunts me forward onto his chest.
I smile as I remember how they lined their cocks up last time around. They held them gripped together, making me reverse back onto them like they were one solid pole.
“Steady,” Eric says, but I don’t give a fuck about steady anymore, I want them inside me. I want to be double fucked. Right now.
I push my hips backwards, spearing myself on both cocks at once, and the guys take over – instincts grabbing control. The true filthy action of the proposal spills into life.
Two big cocks stretch my pussy wide open, but I grip them with every bit of strength I have. Pelvic floor has become my best friend, so what a battle. The guys fuck my pussy so hard that I’m squelching lube everywhere, keening like a feral cat as they plough me. Fuck the size of this hotel suite – other guests can probably hear us downstairs, especially when the guys start grunting and groaning, too.
“No coming,” Jack tells Eric from underneath. “Remember what you wanted? You wanted double anal. You wanted us to shoot together in her stretched, used ass.”
