Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“It won’t need to be convincing,” I say, taking hold of my tits again and squeezing my nipples. “It’ll be for real, and you’ll know it.”
“Guess the five-star reviews are right, then. Be a good girl for me, and you’ll get another one.”
I don’t baulk or flinch as he lands his lips on mine, just moan into the sloppy kiss and let his tongue swirl wet in my mouth. He’s making it dirty on purpose, but I don’t care. I reach up and take hold of his hair, kissing him back like I mean it. Fuck, I know my lipstick must be smearing. He grins like a dirty bastard as he pulls away, and then he takes advantage of it. He drags his palm across my lips to smear it right across my cheek.
“That suits you. You really do look like a whore now, so prove it. Finger your whore cunt. Show me how wet you are.”
I tug my lace thong to the side, and tease my clit before I hook two fingers inside me. I pump them hard, so he can hear the squelch, adding a third to make it louder.
“There, can you hear that? That’s no lie, Steve. I want to be a whore as much as you want to make me one.”
“Say it, then. Say you’re a whore. Keep fingering your wet cunt and tell me you’re a whore.”
“I’m a whore,” I tell him, and speed my fingers up. “I’m a dirty whore, Steve, and I’m all yours tonight.”
He smirks at that. “Louder. Say it louder.”
I imagine his neighbours gathered next door, listening out for me, but I don’t care. I smirk right back at him and say it louder.
“I’m a whore.”
“Not good enough.”
I focus on the heat of the sensation between my legs and close my eyes, preparing myself.
“I’m a whore!”
“Pathetic.” He laughs, and it spurs me on.
I stand up, lifting my stiletto onto the arm of his chair so he can see how wet my cunt is, and then I fuck myself with four fingers, right in front of his face.
“I’M A WHORE, STEVE! A CHEAP, LITTLE FUCKING BITCH, AND YOU’RE GONNA FUCK ME! THAT’S WHAT I NEED, STEVE! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME!”
“That’s better,” he says. “More.”
I give him more. I play with my pussy, and moan between yells as I let his neighbours know why I’m here. How much I want to be used. To be fucked. To be slammed by his big dick in any hole he’ll take from me. I sound desperate, and I feel desperate as I work my fingers in the right spot. The rhythm is driving me insane. I’m getting there, gasping between yells… but he doesn’t let me finish. He takes hold of my wrist and stops me just as I’m about to reach the crest.
Ahhh, fuck. It’s a killer.
“Good girl,” he says. “Now get those panties off. Get everything off apart from the stockings.”
Fuck it. I was close. So fucking close. My chest is heaving as I try to orientate myself, my pussy crying out for more. I do as he says, watching him every second as I strip without hesitation or restraint, and he pats the arm of the chair when I’m done.
“Foot back up here, just like you were.”
I make sure my legs are spread wider this time. I make sure my pussy is on full display. He strokes around my clit, just a little, and I moan for him, hoping he’ll grant me that orgasm, but no. He reaches for the marker pen and he’s back onto the word games. I don’t know what he’s writing this time. I just enjoy the sensation as he sketches out the letters on my pussy.
“Slut,” he says. “You’ve got slut written on your cheap whore cunt.”
I rock my hips. “Apt. What else are you going to write on me?”
“Hmm, let me see.” He runs a finger up my slit, close enough to my clit that I get tingles. “Turn around and bend over. I want to see your ass.”
The shift is easy. I bend over and present my ass for him, like a blank canvas. I can feel the letters are big this time as he starts scribbling.
“Want to know what it says?” he asks when he’s done.
I try to take a look over my shoulder, but can only make out the tops of the letters.
“Use me,” he says, and traces the letters with a finger, letting me feel their position.
Use is on one cheek. Me is on the other. What a sight it’ll be for him when spreads them and rams his cock inside.
“Go back to the window,” he says. “Stand up tall, and spread your legs. Show off the words and get those fingers in your cunt again. Play for anyone watching.”
I feel like a depraved showgirl as I follow his instructions. My heart is racing, imagining people gathering out there in the shadows, watching me. Steve moves from the armchair to the bed, chilling out with his hands behind his head, and a smirk on his face, like he’s nothing but amused by me being such a filthy spectacle. He hasn’t even got his cock out yet.