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)
Trust me, we’ll make it fun.
Duration – 6 hours.
Proposal price – £7000.
Thank fuck my bruises have healed by now, because I’ve been dreaming of seeing two guys getting hot and horny for years. I’m already turned on as I read the offer. Two cocks in the pussy at the same time? How could I ever turn that proposal down?
Eb claps her hands in glee. “That’ll be quite a Christmas present for you as well, if they’re even half decent at it.”
It sure will, and what a precursor to my own greatest Christmas present? Just ten more days and I’ll be on a flight to see my parents. Ten more days until the trip of my dreams. And ten more days to make as much money as I can before I go…
I accept User 2799’s proposal and click on the earliest time possible. Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be a gothic Christmas Fairy for a guy and his boyfriend.
Weirdly, I’m not feeling the nerves at all this time around. Maybe it’s something about the tone of the proposal, or maybe it’s the new, confident me, knowing I’ll come out of it feeling good, and a whole lot richer. Or maybe it’s the festive vibe, looking forward to being some guy’s Christmas fairy.
After chatting with Eb and hearing her stories of the many times she’s taken two D’s in the V, I spend the rest of the evening checking out porn clips with two dildos inside me, getting off to watching girls taking two cocks at once. I can’t wait to try it for real.
The following afternoon, I opt for a tight little red velvet dress, which shows off my cleavage like a dream, paired with high top lace stockings, and some festive red heels. I choose scarlet lipstick and curl my hair, trying my best to look like a gothic Christmas present in human form before I set off on my journey. I hope I’ve done a good enough job. I want another five-star review with my name on it.
London is buzzing, with twinkling lights, carols and jingles, and people dashing around doing their Christmas shopping. I stroll along with my hands in my coat pockets, soaking up the atmosphere. It feels weird to think I won’t be waking up to a frosty chill on Christmas morning this year. I’ll have sun, sea and sangrias, most likely, and just thinking about it makes me feel warm all over. And warmer still as I approach the venue, tummy fluttering at what’s to come. Their hotel is one of the huge towers right in the city centre. An exuberance of the wealthy at this time of year. I click arrived when I reach the revolving doors at the entrance, and step on inside.
Suite 23 the message says in return.
The hotel reception is a festive heaven, with fairy lights and tinsel all around. I stare up in wonder at the massive Christmas tree in the middle of the foyer before I head for the elevators. The angel at the top is quite something. A sparkly little queen with golden wings and a sweet, pretty smile on her face.
She can be my aspiration for this afternoon…
Suite 23 is on floor eight, and I get a little shiver of nerves on the ascent, but they’re nerves of excitement, nothing more than that.
I reach suite 23 and find a do not disturb sign hanging over the doorhandle. There’s a spyhole in the door, so I make sure I’m smiling bright before knocking.
The guy who opens the door is a beautiful specimen of a creature with light brown hair, flicked back with hints of blond. He has short stubble, and his eyes are the kind of blue you see in dreams. Jeez. Plus, on top of that, he’s wearing a tux. A fucking tuxedo, in the middle of the afternoon.
Glory be to God. I do a start backwards as he does the same, both of us staring, transfixed.
“You, um, must be at the wrong door,” he says, but a loud laugh sounds out from inside as he says it.
“No, she’s not.”
The door swings open wider and a taller guy steps up to his side, slipping an arm around his waist as he plants a kiss on his cheek.
“Happy Christmas, Jack.”
Jack. So, the hot mousy blond is called Jack. It suits him.
Jack’s partner is bulkier, and his hair is darker and longer, with a short, dark beard complementing it perfectly. He too is dressed in a magnificent tux, the two of them standing there like they belong in a movie. Absolutely fucking gorgeous.
Jack’s dark-haired partner holds out a hand, and gives me one of those confident handshakes, with both of his hands clasping mine. Authoritative, but warm.
“Pleased to meet you, Holly. Please, come on inside. I’m Eric.”
Jack is still looking on in shock as I step into their suite. He mouths a WTF at his boyfriend, but Eric grins his head off and slaps him on the back.