Page 14 of The Naughty List

Stretch play.Double penetration with toys.Yes.Double penetration with partners.Yes. The thought of that gives me flutters.

Double vaginal.Fuck. Should I? Really? My finger hovers, then clicks. If I’m limping next day, then so be it. I’ll happily limp with the flight booking app ready to roll on my phone.

Level up. It’s ontofisting. Rough, pussy fisting – it makes it clear in the description.

I don’t know about handling that for real with paying customers. I have the option to leave notes besides mycatalogue, so I tick the box, but add some text along with it.

‘Not very experienced, but I’ll always do my best. Lots of lube, please. LOTS.’

Next.Double anal with toys.Ouch. My heart races.

I take a breath. I’m getting in deep here. Maybe I’m just overloading myself due to kinky fantasies and a terrible credit rating, so I get a grip of myself for now. I leave it unchecked, along with the others that follow.

Double anal, multiple partners.

Anal fisting.

I scroll down some more, and I begin to see where the hardcorers get their name from…

Bukkake. Unlimited men.I’m not quite there yet.

Double fisting.No way, I’d never manage that.

Breath play. I’d be thrashing around, terrified. I’d look like a fish, flapping about on the bed.

Watersports and extreme ass play.Jesus Christ… the options around that one. Could I do any of them? Honestly? I try to imagine a guy pissing in my face, and I could brace myself, but the even filthier stuff? If I wanted to be a millionaire on my flight to Australia, I’d be all over it, but right now, the flights themselves will do.

When I stare at my revised list, I feel a bit heady. Some of the options would get me off like a bitch in heat with guys I met in a bar and wanted to fuck, but walking up to a hotel room door, with the unknown waiting inside there, like it was with User 1378… I’d be quaking in my stilettos. Iwillbe quaking in my stilettos.

I click submit on my new options.

My profile updates almost instantly, and my revised list makes me look so much sluttier, the filthy pictures of me so much more alive onscreen. It still seems so surreal. I was innocently stacking cereals and grieving over my ex just a few short days ago.

I’m still staring at my updated profile when I catch sight of the illuminated message icon on my account dashboard. I assume it’s to do with Orla giving me new access and info about my new review, but, fuck, along with that I have five new proposals – FIVE. Five different users, with the same basic requirements. Pussy sex, with oral. One of them wants me to wear red lace for him. I could do that, but do I want to? Is my selection of new flavours already too appealing to opt for the vanilla?

I look at the proposal prices. One guy offers £600, saying he likes to play a long time. One seems cheap with £250, so I decline that one, no, thank you. Another one sets the service at £400, saying he likes rough throat fucking. Two more, virtually the same. I could take them all and earn a decent amount, but I’m too intrigued by what else is out there… how many other proposals might be brewing out there in the ether.

I don’t have to wait all that long to find out. I’m still contemplating a few of the existing proposals when a new one pings into my inbox.

User 829 – Male. 46.

His proposal is a little more elaborate than the others.

I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours.

And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

Duration – 5 hours.

Proposal price – £1600.

Holy hell. That’s quite a proposal. I read it through again and wonder what kind of 46-year-old man User 829 is. Does he look old for his age? Is he big? Strong? A suited, booted businessman? Will he intimidate me into a shivering little sub who promises to be a good girl, no matter what?

Only one way to find out… I click accept, and the calendar options come up. Three of them.

I could wait until the weekend, or give myself at least one night off to prepare myself, but what’s the point? I have a flight to Australia to book and the proposal is hot enough to have me fascinated.

I click on the earliest available option, and my confirmation comes straight back through. Deal sealed.

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