Page 59 of Santa's Baby

I get offered a drink of water and down it gladly when a set of dicks switch over, but then it’s back to it. Cock after cock after cock, until I’m dripping jizz from my chin, and my tits, and myass crack. My pussy is slimy wet by the time I need to go to the toilet myself.

I give notice with aneed to pisswarning, groaned around the dick in my mouth, but it only fuels them further. I’ve got a cock slamming me deep when I break and let it go, and his fingers are on my clit spurring me on as I piss around his cock.

It drives me out of my fucking mind. I’m out of my head when I come while pissing, grinning around a glory hole cock as the pressure subsides.

It’s not the guys who usually start up with the degradation, it’s me.

I’m a dirty fucking bitch, so take me like one. Fuck my slutty cunt, that’s it. Just like that. Slap my chubby ass and get your dirty fucking fist in there, make me take it. Make me.

My mouth talks trash around cock and laughs along with the guys when more spray comes through. I come for the second time when one of the pussy fuckers pulls out and finally works a fist into me. It must be so creamed in jizz, it’s crazy easy to take. I can hear the sloppy mess over my throat quacks as his fist thumps at my insides so beautifully.

One of the clients changes up the position. He rolls onto his back and shuffles on the piss wet floor so his face is under my cunt, and when the fist is yanked free, I cry out and ride his mouth like my life depends on it.

“Yeah, clean me up. Fucking clean me!”

I cry out again when the guy behind me slams his dick into my ass in one hard thrust.

And fuck, my cry turns to a whimper when the guy underneath me locks his mouth around my clit. He’s got an advantage, since my clit is already swollen tender and ready to go, but he’s good at it. Fair play to him. His sucking tips me over the edge, and his friend thanks him, since my spasms of joyclench the cock in my ass like a vice. I get another load of jizz to treasure.

The dicks blur, the sensations blur, everything blurs as I get wetter and wetter – caked in cum and spit and piss as I do my job. The glory hole gets dirtier, and the cocks need sucking harder, the dirty bastards tasting more and more filthy as the hours go by.

Another two glasses of water later and my bladder gives in again. The early attendees have disappeared, and I’ve got a new round of players. Still, none of them sound like Reuben as they cheer on the slut pissing on the floor.

Shame.

I’d love to hear his voice right now.

Halfway through the proposal and my knees are killing me and my arms are aching. My ass is on fire, and my pussy is full to the brim, and my cheeks hurt from sucking, but still I keep going. I never stop and flake out of a proposal, not ever.

I’m on auto slut mode as I beg for everything they have to give. My hair is soaked, dripping wet. I’ve been hosed by so much piss, I get chills, but it all just adds to the thrill. I love the insults they sling my way. I love my ass being slapped before they use it, voices merging together in cheers as they make me fuck myself on hand after hand, and cock after cock after cock.

Do you know how much of a filthy, cheap, slutty fucking bitch you are?

I get asked that quite often, and yes. I do.

It’s what I want. It’s what I love. It’s where I lose myself and find myself, both at once.

Yet deep in the pits of me, something else is stirring tonight.

More than being a filthy, cheap, slutty fucking bitch right now, what I really want is to be with my silver fox Santa.

I’d give up all these cocks for just one go with his.

And if he was here… if he could see me… would he feel anything? Even for just a moment? Would he feel even the slightest pang of jealousy? Would he drag me away from the glory wall and hose me down for real and take me for himself?

I come again with a random cock inside me, but that’s where my mind is.

The fantasy of Reuben storming in here and tearing me from the wall, claiming me as his and his alone.

I’m sleep deprived, and delirious. I have to be.

I’ve never wanted to be with just one man before. Ever since I became an entertainer, it’s always been the more the merrier…

It’s as though the earth is shifting under my dirty knees, minute by minute. Unstable as my feelings morph inside me. The dick in my throat means nothing. The people jeering and fucking me from behind are a blur of whatever. I just don’t care.

I just don’t careanymore.

I get a rush of terrifying freedom as the iron clad persona of Creamgirl finally cracks and falls away.