Page 12 of Santa's Baby
I get the click of knowing, my experience serving me well. The guy is in the zone himself now, frustrated and sadistic. His character is meeting mine.
My slutty soul waves hello to his in the beautiful depravity.
Finally, I part my legs for him.
“Wider,” he says.
I shuffle my feet, but he kicks them further apart. I really am spread now, my flabby thighs parted enough to give him full access. The torn fishnets grant him entry. He tugs my panties to the side and my sopping wet pussy lips are waiting.
I get another flash of delicious embarrassment. It’s like he’s rummaging through leftovers as he explores me with rough fingers.
“I knew you wanted it,” he says. “Fresh and smooth. Yeah, you were out to get some tonight.” He pushes his fingers into my slit, rubbing back and forth. “I love a meaty pussy. You’re gonna be so easy to stalk, you filthy beauty. You’d better keep one eye over your shoulder, coz one day I’m gonna want to check out this cunt in the daylight.”
He grabs my pussy lips in his fist and tugs, and fuck how I moan as my clit springs back to life.
“Dirty bitch,” he says and tugs some more. “Like that, do you?”
Fuck yes, I like it a fucking lot.
“No,” I tell him, “My meaty pussy loves meaty fingers.” I push against his hand.
He likes my words. His thick thumb slips inside me and he grinds his crotch against my curvy ass. I can feel his hard-on. A decent size.
“I know what you’d like,” I tell him as his thumb jabs at me.
“What’s that, bitch?”
“My pussy spread open for you. I look so dirty with my legs up.”
“Filthy slut, I bet you fucking do.” He pulls his thumb away and goes back to tugging at my lips.
I rock myself against his fingers, and the tips start to catch against my hungry fucking hole.
“Go on,” I say. “Show me how good you are.”
“That wanker in the club was gonna get you off, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah, he was.”
“How many fingers was he giving you?”
“Four.”
“Pathetic.” He pushes four right in and Christ it feels good as I sink onto them. “You’ll take my cock as well as these, bitch.”
I pretend to be intimidated. Tensing up.
“Please, no… I can’t…”
“Nah, bitch. I know what a cunt like yours can take. Don’t treat me like a dumb fucker.”
He doesn’t give me a warmup before he lines his thumb against his fingers to demonstrate, and fuck, it’s going to hurt. I’m still sore and stretched from last night, so used I’m aching – but my inner whore Creamgirl wins out easy.
I want it.
I shunt back against him so I’m working my pussy against his hand, waiting for the pop as his knuckles sink in. And sink in they do. Just like that.
“See,” he says. “You’re a fucking liar. You can take it, no sweat.”