yes Sir!

I brace myself as he positions the toy, and he’s right, he doesn’t play easy. He shunts it straight in, using my own excitement as lube.

“Fuck!”

“Take it, Holly.”

I suck in breaths as he works it – circling – and slowly, I relax into the stretch. My hips start to buck on instinct.

“That’s it, show me how much of a whore you are,” he says.

The beast of a man lowers himself so his face is between my legs, his big, grey beard tickling my open thighs as he sweeps his tongue against me. I use my fingers to spread myself, and his tongue finds my clit. He sucks until I cry out, and I buck harder, frantic. User 677 is going to make me come… and he knows it. He feels it. Yes. I’m ready. I’m fucking ready. But he’s not. He laughs as he pulls his face away, beard glistening.

“You won’t come until I let you, you understand?”

I groan at the ceiling, breaths rapid as I force a nod.

“Yes, Sir.”

He pulls the toy out with a vicious slurp, and slips two fingers inside instead. I figure it’s a switch out, pure and simple, but it’s not. I raise myself up onto my elbows as he lines up the dildo in addition. Shit. The word stretch won’t even come close…

“Relax and be a good girl,” he says. “You can take it.”

I grit my teeth as he twists the toy and eases it in, his fingers still buried deep. It hurts like fuck – that dildo along with two monster fingers – but I don’t care. I like it. I’m panting, clenching my fists, but I don’t want him to stop.

“You’re so fucking full,” he tells me with a low laugh. “You’ve got a gorgeous cunt, Holly. Tight but fucking needy.”

“Thank you, Sir!”

“Ready?”

Am I? Fucking hell. I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

His grin through his thick beard is almost manic. His blue eyes are piercing. But then I’m lost, screwing my eyes shut as he slowly pulls the dildo back out, inch by inch. It’s another round of pain, but who gives a fuck? Not me.

gers inside me, he fucks me. He fucks me so hard, I’m a wet, bucking mess – crying out without restraint.

I don’t want toys anymore, I want his cock. I want User 677 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster.

“Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.”

He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep.

I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow.

“You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to say have my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 677 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

“Good girl,” he says. “You can come now.”

He lowers his mouth back to my pussy, and I splay myself as wide as I can for his tongue. He grazes my clit with his teeth before he sucks, and it’s the tip over the edge I’ve been desperate for. There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Beverlythe whore.

I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 677 like he’s a king.

“More champagne, little whore?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

This time he graces me by giving me the bottle for myself. I take some decent glugs and hand it back with a thank you, Sir.

“How many times have you been an agency slut?” he asks, and I jolt in shock at the reality of his question. Should I tell him? Is he even allowed to ask? My mouth decides for me.

“Umm… twice.”

“Twice before, you mean? This is only your third time?”

“No.” It feels bizarre to admit it. “This is only the second.”

He shakes his head, grinning at the ceiling in disbelief.

“Fucking hell, you’re going to be a good one.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I laugh a little. “You could call me a natural, I guess.”

“I could call you a lot of things. Cheeky being one of them.”

The man mountain pushes his pants down and kicks them aside along with his socks before pulling his t-shirt off and over his head. He’s a weird mix of flesh and muscle now he’s naked, and his chest hair is as grey as his beard.

“I want you in just your stockings for the anal,” he says.

“Yes, Sir.”

I shimmy out of my skirt, still kneeling, my eyes fixed on his.

“I want you on the bed, doggy style, your face flat to the mattress. Legs spread wide, ass on offer.”

“Yes, Sir. Of course.”

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