Page 57 of Santa's Baby

It’s your time for the glory hole wall.

Can’t wait to get you bound up and ready for it, you kinky bitch. Make sure you’re hungry for it.

Duration: 9 hours.

Proposal Fee: £18,000

The glory hole is another one of my favourite bookings. Nine hours straight of being trussed up and used by whoever wants me. These nine hours are a different league of hardcore than playing kitty and watching gardening shows. These guys always milk it for every fucking second, and I milk them for every fucking second right back. Nine hours of pure sucking and fucking is no easy feat, but that’s why I’m top of the leaderboard. I don’t give a toss if my cheeks hurt for three days straight. They always get prime service.

I wear a cup-less bra in black lace, and stockings and suspenders with no panties. This is a late nighter, so it’s gone 9p.m. when I get my cab. I wrap myself up in my long leather coat, but it won’t be staying on long. The glory wall is in Chelsea. Some rich millionaire has turned their gothic manor into the ultimate seedy sex den, but it suits the place.

The cab drops me at the bottom of the driveway, and I walk on up in my red gloss stilettos with a sashay of my hips. I give the butler a coyheyand a wink, like usual. I know his smile by now, a half smirk that lights his face up. Only this time, it makes my guts flip.

He’s a silver fox, and he’s got to be in his fifties. He’s nothing like Reuben whatsoever, bar his beard. The trim of it. The shape around his chin. But fucking hell, just that one pathetic parallel is enough to give me a rush.

The bullshit rush makes me giddy when I hand him my coat. He hangs it up like it’s just another day at the glory hole wall, but I have major fucking butterflies. Beard be damned. Stupid comparison.

Reuben, Reuben, Reuben, fucking Reuben. I hate myself for this bullshit. If I didn’t have a whole night of action ahead of me, I’d consider calling my therapist this very second.Consider. Yeah, right. That’ll never happen. I’m lying to myself. I’ll beReubeningmyself to death before I make that call.

Me and the butler don’t speak as he leads me to my destination. The glory den is along the hallway and off to the right, in a room literally split in half by a plasterboard wall. I know which side of it I’m going to be on and take my position – just another day at the office. Time to focus and get into Creamgirl mode.

I have to banish at least some of my Reuben related thoughts this evening. Any distraction would be a welcome relief. The more dicks the better, as far as I’m concerned.

I focus on the way the butler tightens the collar around my neck, trying yet again to ignore the way his bloody beard looks. He isn’t Reuben. He’s nothing like bloody Reuben.

I get down on my knees and the chain from the collar is fed through a gap in the wall, it’s length and tightness controlled by the user at the other side. I’m just a puppet with an open mouth in this spot. I get up on all fours, where the chain is at its tightest, and spread my legs open wide. Clients have full access to my ass and pussy whenever they want them, and the door they enter from is to my rear. I never get to see their faces.

It’s like one of the founders’ meetings in some ways, but the anonymity is less… extreme. Less formal.Less terrifying.

If I saw one of my client’s faces in this place it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but with the heads of the agency, it would be a whole other matter. Reuben has only reinforced the severity, and it should put me off since a breach of anonymity has my entire career at risk.Should. I’m a dumb cow sometimes though, always attracted to the forbidden – tonight I’m going to use that to my advantage. I’m going to channel that sensation into the job at hand, sinking into the beautiful black hole of slut space with a smile.

Or at least try to.

It’s not going to be a smile for Reuben tonight. No. It can’t be. It has to be about the clients. Just a shame that I’ll be able to picture every single one of them as him.

I lick my lips as I wait for my first arrival. I shuffle my knees wider apart and rock myself, teasing my own pussy with my motions. I want cock inside me, and I want it rough enough to smash my schoolgirl butterflies to smithereens.

The overhead lights are bright in this place on purpose, highlighting every action and every move. I enjoy that. A lot of plus sized women are embarrassed by their curves, and I get it. Self-consciousness is a goblin of the fucking soul, but I love mybody the way it is. I love how fat my ass cheeks are, and how it feels to have them spread wide open. I love the way my tits and belly bounce and slap when it’s playtime. I love the way people see me as a chubby slutty mantrap, and how I’m so fucking good at exploiting it.

I’m so desperate today that I’m almost calling out for my first punters. I’m fixated on the hole, waiting for the first cock to present itself. My mouth is watering to fuck by the time one appears, and I’m straight on it like a dribbling bitch, slurping like I’ve been offered a triple chocolate sundae. I smack my lips, and trail my tongue up the shaft, then pop and suck in a rhythm that has him cursing. I can hear him on the other side, and my heart drops a little, since he doesn’t sound like Reuben at all.

Fuck it. It’s all still about fucking Reuben.

“Swallow it all,” the guy behind the wall says, and I keep my mouth closed tight around his dick when he spurts for me, downing my first load.

It’s the first of so many, I’ll lose count by the time my shift is done.

I’m on cock number three, bobbing my head on a decent girther when I hear the door open to my rear. Judging from the footsteps and the heavy breaths, I think there’s three of them.

I hear one guy getting down on his knees behind me. He shuffles up and gives my chubby booty a decent slap before his fingers get to work, sliding their way between my legs to feel how wet my pussy is.

“Love this juicy cunt,” he says, and I recognise his voice. I’ve done him plenty, but nope. He sure as fuck isn’t a Reuben type. He pushes three fingers in, and I’m so gagging for it that I nearly abandon my duties and neglect the cock in my gob. All I do is moan around the other guy’s dick when a fourth finger slides in, pushing back as best I can.

“Nice to see you’re as horny as ever,” he says, but he has no fucking idea. My head is spinning with Reuben, and the founders, and it only makes me more needy. I imagine this setup is theirs, and Reuben could be one of the men either behind me, or on the other side of the glory wall.

If only he could see me, I’d make him proud of his slutty employee.

Or even better than that, I’d make him jealous.