Page 29 of Santa's Baby
I focus on my clit, and the way it’s sparking. I clench my ass as hard as I can, and suck Jase as deep as my throat can take him. I’m squirming as I start the ascent to climax. Jase has got some skills. Some real fucking skills. Fuck.
They don’t stop pounding me as I come. I splutter around Jase’s cock, trying to moan as I choke, but he doesn’t let up –his hips keep on pistoning as he drives into my face. Cal’s cock slams my ass on a mission, and the guys don’t stop it with their intimacy. Still kissing. Still whispering.Still loving.
I feel Jase’s dick tightening, and I’m close to getting a mouthful of cum. I swallow while he’s in my throat, the head of his cock rammed in tight.
“No, it’s too soon,” he says, and pulls away from me. He catches his breath as his balls hang over my face, and I giggle as I lap at them. “I want to share her ass,” he tells his boyfriend, and I groan as Cal leaves my ass void of his girthy dick.
Luckily, it won’t be for long.
My clit is on a high as they yank me up and shift me until I’m all fours, then hoist me onto Cal. I straddle him, taking him straight in. I bounce on his dick afresh, because it’s where it belongs. Deep in my ass. I ride him like a tit jigging cowgirl, my chunky thighs gripping him like a vice until Jase shoves me forward without mercy and I’m pinned right over again. Freedom gone as Jase lowers his weight onto my back and lines his dick up against Cal’s.
“You sure you can you take it?” he asks, and I nod against Cal’s shoulder.
“Fuck, yes. Get in there.”
I cry out with anoww, shitas he strains to dig his way in. My butt is used to two, but my muscles still fight, the strain hurting like a bitch until the spit covered head of him pops inside. After that it’s a free-for-all, both guys going for it with grunts and groans.
Double anal is one of my favourites. I’ve been an ass girl since I first found out what being an ass girl felt like, and I’m in my element as they slam in sync, then alternate, back and forth.
I reach back and spread my butt cheeks as best I can, giving them access to deeper. I want them as deep as they can fuckinggo. I want to feel them in my goddamn fucking stomach. I want to feel the burn for days.
Shame for me that these two are already well on the way to shooting their load. It’s both a blessing and curse for being so good at my job. I get a tick in the box of proud slut when they judder and start to blow, but I could go all night, loving every fucking second.
I encourage them, wanting them to fly high.
“Give my slutty fucking ass your cum, guys. Show me how deep you can spurt. Give me a good fucking load.”
I’m still pinned between them in the aftermath, their chests heaving as they catch their breath. Their dicks are still pulsing in my ass, and I relish it with clench after clench after filthy fucking clench. Sloppy and crammed.
Still, it burns when they pull out. Jase opens my ass crack for viewing, and I wink my asshole for him, pushing out their cum in little splutters. Double whammy. Cunt and ass both testament to their cummy efforts.
“Look at this, Cal,” Jase says, and rolls me off his boyfriend until I flop on the bed. I raise my legs and practically shit their jizz out of me, both of them staring in wonder before they lock eyes.
“Want to clean our hot slut up?” Cal asks with a smirk. He looks up at the clock. Still thirty minutes to go. “Let’s get our money’s worth.”
“Go for it, boys,” I tell them, and push out another slop.
Two hungry mouths dive between my legs, lapping and digging. I splay my meaty slit for them, giving them access to the full butterfly, and my clit is still fucking buzzing as Cal’s tongue catches. Goddamn it. I have at least another orgasm in the bank, but no. They finish up with ten minutes left on the clock, kissing each other with filthy mouths and more loving smiles.
I haul myself from the bed, grinning at the mess we’ve made of their posh hotel sheets. The cleaners are going to get quite a shocker.
I grab my dress and get myself back into it, making sure it’s covering my tits in some form of decency, then wriggle until the PVC covers my butt, checking myself out in the mirror. I look as used up as the bedsheets.
My two hot clients are still kissing, fully absorbed in each other when the clock hits the farewell mark.
I call out a“thanks for having me, guys,”and they give me a thumbs up and a wave.
“Thanks, Cream, you were one hot fucking slut,” Cal says, and he winks at me with his cheeky smirk on his face.
“Still am,” I say and pat my sore ass.
I’d definitely get it on with him outside of this place. I can feel it in the vibe.
“Five starrer, please,” I say and blow them a kiss before I leave, but I already know I’ve got it in the bag.
Talking of bags, I pull my phone out of mine as soon as I’m in the hotel hallway, ready to send aD&Smessage to Josh, but a different kind of notification stops me on my stilettos.
No way.