Page 107 of The Naughty List

“And what’s that?”

“I want to play with myself while you fist me. I want to come with your hand in my pussy.”

He grins a filthy grin. “My fucking pleasure, deal accepted.”

He lifts me up from the floor and drops me flat onto my back onto a desk, sweeping off a load of paperwork to the side of me. He guides my legs up to my chest, and tells me to keep them open wide.

I do as I’m told, sucking in breaths as he pushes four of his fingers straight in, wriggling them inside me as a tester.

“I can take it,” I assure him, even though my thighs are trembling with nerves through the whisky.

“I know you can, you dirty bitch,” he says, and lines his thumb up. “Play with your cunt and show us all how fucking filthy you are.”

“I’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” I reply, smiling brightly for the gathering onlookers.

I must be a dripping, drooling state as I rub my clit, but they’re all working their dicks, eating me up with their stares as User 2155 tries to work his fist inside me. His thumb is catching, my pussy fighting, and it hurts. It really fucking hurts. I tip my head back and curse, still fingering my clit against the pain.

“Want me to stop?” he asks, but I shake my head. I’m adoring pleasing the crowd too much to stop, even if I wanted to. So many dicks hard, all for me.

“No. Don’t stop. Just do it. Get your thumb inside me and fuck me like a slut.”

“Merry fucking Christmas,” he says, and forces it. He forces it so fucking hard, I feel like I’m being torn open, burning up as cum slurps out around his fist. He has so much power it’s beautiful, and so much restraint, it’s insane. “Keep playing,” he tells me, and I realise I’ve stopped using my fingers. “Relax your cunt and accept it. Before you know it I’ll be up to the wrist.”

Fuck, his words do something to me.

Up to the wrist.

He’ll have his whole damn hand inside my pussy, while people watch.

I think of the reviews, of the threads, of the hardcorers. I think of Creamgirl and all the filth she must do for fun.

It works. I relax my cunt and accept it. Every single dirty inch of his big, strong hand.

The music has stopped and the room is silent bar my cries as User 2155 stretches my pussy open. The guys are working their dicks, but there is no whooping or cheering, just pure filthy fascination as my pussy gives up the fight and lets a whole chunky fist inside me.

User 2155 smiles like a dirty lord as he moves his fingers in my pussy. He’s so deep, it’s like he’s in my stomach, and it hurts like hell, even though my clit is tingling like a bitch.

“I’m up to the wrist now,” he tells me. “My whole fucking hand is inside you. Can you see that?”

I raise my head as best I can, groaning at how dirty it looks to have a wrist jutting out from your pussy.

“Time to play now, slowly,” he says, and I rub my clit faster as he starts to work his hand in and out.

He’s so steady. So sure. My grunts don’t put him off in the slightest, my curses don’t make him stop. He’s done this before… he’s definitely, definitely done this before.

And who was it with? Has he been with Creamgirl? Has she been pumped with his fist like this, while his office pals look on with their dicks in their hands?

I hope so…

I want to be just as talented as she is…

My pussy takes it like a good girl, just like I am. Cum – and whisky – really does make an excellent lube.

My fingers work like magic as my client fist fucks me, and I scream in pure, dirty bliss as he hooks his fingers against the spot.

Fuck, yes. FUCK. I can feel the peak beginning, the room spinning, breaths quickening. And so can he…

“Get up here if you want to shoot your load, guys,” he tells his friends. “Cover this horny little bitch with a fresh round of jizz while she comes.”

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