Page 25 of Santa's Baby

“Fuck the rules. If my cunt is gonna take two meaty dicks, it needs a warmup. A decent fist should do.”

I love his grin as he twists his fingers and pushes harder, testing.

“Get your fist in me and quit teasing,” I tell him, and his boyfriend breaks away from my nipple. They both look at me as I squirm for them. “You paid for my whore body, so take it. Make the most of it.”

They both shuffle down the bed, and I have to close my eyes to blank out the joy they find in each other’s smiles. It makes me ache, and it’s so pointless and stupid, it’s fucking ridiculous.

“Do it, Jase,” I hear, and I reach down to circle my clit, hitching up higher to give them better access.

I’m not ready for the stretch of a full fist, but I don’t give a toss. I brace myself and take the pressure as Jase works his hand up to the knuckles, moaning like the whore I am as I push back against him. Fuck the pain. I’m going to take two cocks later anyway, and I hope they’re girthy. I want them to stretch my cunt as well as my asshole, so let’s get with it.

“Need some lube?” Jase asks, but I shake my head.

“No. I want to feel every fucking inch, pure and raw.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’ve never fisted a girl before, have you?”

He shakes his head. Bless him.

I clench around his fingers. “I’ve had a hundred fists up there. All you have to do is push, and I’ll take it.”

“Fucking hell,” he says. “Really? You sure about that?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“Jesus, Jase,” Cal says, his voice breathy.Excited. “Go on, do it. Get your hand in there. Plug her up.”

“Now you’re talking,” I say. “I love filthy words as well as actions. Practice what you preach, boys.”

I’m edging them, and that’s my job. To set my clients’ fantasies free. To break into their deepest desires and let them loose.That’swhat gets me so many glowing five starrers.

“Keep going,” I say. “Talk dirty. It’s so fucking hot.”

The guys look at each other again, words flying between them that don’t need to be spoken aloud.

“Plug that needy cunt,” Cal says.

“I’m getting there, baby,” Jase tells him, pushing a little harder. “Don’t fucking worry.”

“Nah, you’re not. Give her what she really wants. She wants to be a slut who takes it, so make her fucking take it.”

Cal’s definitely got with the plot. I’d give him a thumbs up if I wasn’t so preoccupied with the hand between my legs.

I raise myself on my elbows, straining to see over my huge, spit covered tits. I want to watch Jase’s hand working its way inside me. I can’t see all of it, since my tits and belly are too big, but I can see the way Cal takes hold of Jase’s wrist and urges him on. I like Cal. He’s a dirtier player.

“Need a helpinghand?” he says.

Jase grins and licks his lips. He’s fucking drooling.

“Yeah,” he says, “help me in.”

With that, Cal tightens his grip on his boyfriend’s wrist and eases him into me.

I groan as Jase’s knuckles pop inside, tipping my head back as my pussy gobbles him up. I’m caught up in my body now, consumed by the pulsing of my pussy as it clenches around a whole fucking hand.

“Twist it,” I say. “Please, just twist.”