Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Me,” Dean says, but Ryan gives him a sneer.
“Whatever, Dean. You know I always top the charts at everything.”
“Fuck off, Ryan. We’ll see.”
Yes, we will…
I gurgle some more, still working my own pussy, knowing my face is covered in streams of spit. It’s Dean who discovers I’m playing with myself, slapping my hand away when he realises.
“Cheeky little fucking bitch, using your cunt before we do.”
“I can’t help myself.” I flutter my lashes. “I’m just too fucking horny.”
It definitely pushes his buttons. His cock is away from my mouth in seconds, and he’s storming down the bed, slamming himself balls deep in my pussy in one.
I cry out, and it’s not fake.
“Mmm,” I moan around Ryan’s cock, still bulging my cheek out. “Yeah, like that, Dean. Fuck me.”
“Your profile isn’t lying, is it? You’re a dirty bitch,” Dean says, and I nod as best I can.
I think of the review. What it will mean for me. What the cash will look like in my bank account.
“Yes, I fucking am,” I say. “I’m a dirty bitch who needs cock.”
Banter is long forgotten now. This shit is getting serious. Ryan straddles my face to jam his cock right down my throat, and Dean fucks my pussy like he’s on a mission. I grip Ryan’s ass cheeks and urge him to pound my throat deeper, and I wrap my legs around Dean, coaxing him to slam me harder. Yes. I can do this. I want to do this. I want to be the best reviewed entertainer on the site…
I know Ryan is bracing himself to stop himself coming, my mouth working magic on his dick. I don’t slow down. My hands keep gripping his ass, my moans still begging, and he curses, because he can’t stop.
“I’m gonna fucking come already,” he tells Dean. “The bitch is just too good.”
“Yeah… her pussy is too fucking good, too. Fuck it.”
Both guys come for me, both at once. Dean ploughs and grunts as he comes in my pussy as Ryan spurts his load right down my throat.
I’m so fucking proud of myself as they roll away from me, both of them gripping their balls as they recover.
I watch them, making sure my smile is teasing as I relax on my side.
“Please don’t say that’s all you’ve got for me. I need more. I want to get stretched by two dicks at once, remember? That’s why I clicked on your proposal…”
Dean’s eyes are fierce.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head. You’ll get way fucking more than that, just give us a minute.”
I point to the champagne bottles.
“Can I have some while I wait, please? I love being spoiled.”
“Glug all you want,” Dean says. “You’ll need it to take us both. Your pussy is so fucking tight we’ll tear you open with two at once.”
I get up from the bed and grin at him.
“Now you’re talking.”
I look at myself in the mirror as I pop a cork and swig expensive champagne from the bottle. My makeup is a state, and I’ve got spit all over my chin, but I’m grinning. I never thought this would come so easily. Playing a role, being a servant – a slut for cash, but I’m changing. I’m living in a horny drama school, playing to my strengths like I was born for it, and that’s what I want it to be. A horny actress in a role where I get richer, and dirtier, and my reviews keep getting better, time after time.
Dean and Ryan are still catching their breath, bantering again about who of them is going to fuck me hardest as I stand in front of them and drink their expensive champagne. They join in and glug some champagne for themselves, and I learn a bit about them as they regale me with chatter. As I suspected, they were school buddies, who were on opposite teams in virtually every sports class they ever had. Friends and competitors. It seems to work for them. Their closeness is obvious, even when they are jibing each other like idiots.
They’re clearly so well off, I doubt they’ll even notice the 4k disappearing from their bank accounts.
Ryan gets another hard-on first. He fists it as he downs some more of bottle number two. Dean’s not ready yet, so points to the bed.
“Why don’t you bounce on his cock and jiggle those big fucking tits of yours? I’ll be joining you in a minute.”
Ryan clearly likes the idea of that. He’s straight on over to the bed, relaxing on his back with his head on a pillow. After another glug of fizz, I place the bottle on the bedside table and climb onto the bed as sexily as I can muster. I straddle him reverse cowgirl, sinking down onto his cock with a moan that is partly real.