Page 73 of The Naughty Week
“Yeah,” Ben says, “get down on the sand, mate.”
I get up on my feet, step up to Marcus, and touch my hands to his chest. “You get the added bonus of sucking my tits.” A gentle shove and Marcus goes down.
Bingo!
I waste no time straddling him, grabbing his dick and sliding onto it, balls deep.
I lean forward, my tits dangling in Marcus’s face, and look up at the villa walls as he grabs my tits and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
I smile up athome. At the men watching me. Because I’ve done it. I’ve given a performance as Holly that is true to my talents.
I picked the men Heath wanted, and got to the location he asked for, and I became the whore he wanted me to be. With strangers. All for him.
“Get ready,” Ben says, dropping to the sand behind me. But I’m already there. My pussy wants the strain of taking two.
My cries are all real as two inexperienced guys try to double fuck me, because they haven’t got the prowess or the skill of men used to the game, but that’s ok. It’s all ok. I grunt and grit my teeth, and I take it, two poor idiots with no cock knowledge slamming them right the way in.
My head is so far in the game now that I’m hedonistic.
When they’re done with my pussy, they can take my ass, too. They can stretch my dirty hole like a pair of amateurs, and I’ll wail at the sky all I need to.
I tell them so.
I tell the thrusting guys that I want them in my dirty fucking ass next, like a filthy bitch, and they speed up, cursing.
Ben and Marcus like this shit. They like it a lot.
I bet they are really fucking glad they met East EndLucy-Loutonight.
Only Ben and Marcus won’t be getting the chance.
A torchlight beams out like a beacon and lands on us, making me blink in the glare. I flinch as a voice booms loud.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! GET THE FUCK AWAY! NOW!”
I know that voice really fucking well.
Oh my God.
It’s Heath.
The glare blinds Marcus and Ben as much as it does me, and they pull out of my pussy with ashit, shit, shit. They push me aside like a ragdoll, so I sprawl in the sand, off balance. Such fucking gentlemen.
They scrabble to get their pants up and their dicks back in, and the pair of wimps fucking leg it. They sprint away back towards town, without a single scrap of care forLucy, and the predicament she could be in.
Assholes.
Heath waits until they are shadows racing away before he reaches me and holds out a hand.
I brush the sand off myself as I get to my feet, and Josh is there with him, collecting my clutch and stilettos. Oh, and my panties. He gets them, too.
My heart pounds, trying to get a glimpse of their faces to see if I’ve passed the test.
“Well?” I ask them, aware of how damn flustered I sound. “I did it, right? Was I good enough? Did I deliver?”
“You did it, alright,” Josh says and helps guide me towards the gate in the villa wall.
“And did you like it?” I ask the pair of them, stepping into the garden. “Was it fun?”
