Page 33 of The Naughty List

“Same as her chat name. Creamgirl.”

Sure enough, there she is. She’s curvy, with gorgeous pouty lips and long pillar box red hair down to her waist. She’s licking a chocolate finger, with her thick thighs open wide on her profile picture. Every option is ticked. Literally everything – with a note that saysdon’t hold back. Your fantasies are mine to deliver.

Her reviews are off the fucking scale. 4.9 out of 5 with almost 400 listed.

Fucking hell, she’s been busy. She doesn’t look any older than me.

Hmm, maybe I’d consider double anal one day after all. I already added to my list with CNC – consensual non consent – earlier this morning.

Anyway, back to the task at hand. I clickyesto User 319’s proposal and the calendar comes up. I make sure I pick the day I’m going to be at peak flow. Fuck, this weird shit is becoming normal very, very quickly.

The proposal comes back as confirmed almost immediately. Four days’ time. An address in South London.

“Have you done it before?” Ebony asks. “Period play, I mean.”

“Not quite,” I say, “Connor used to fuck my ass when I was on.”

I realise then that I don’t really know what real period play entails. Eb must clock my worried expression.

“You’ll be fine,” she says.

I shrug. “Suck it and see, I guess.”

She laughs at that. “Ever sucked a bloody dick?”

I shake my head no. “Have you?”

She winks. “Yeah, just pretend it’s strawberry jam, and make sure there’s a drink on hand to wash it down.”

I swallow at the thought. “Ok.”

I flick through my other proposals again, but none of them really take my interest. I can’t deny it, part of me is still hoping that User 829 pops up with another request, but I’ve checked through more and more chat threads about him and that never seems to be the case. I suppose it’s one of those things. He was my first client – well, my first one that counted. Maybe that will mean something to me. Like the guy who takes your virginity.

God, what kind of weirdo crap am I telling myself? Sentimental over the first horny guy I enjoyed being a slut for?

“I’m off now,” Ebony says. “Got someone to meet for the basics. Nice easy money for relaxing on a bed and moaning for a few hours.”

“You do basics?” I ask, surprised to hear that.

“If you call basics being made to squirt in a guy’s face every half hour, then yeah, I do basics.”

“Wow,” I say, “I like the sound of that. I’ve never squirted before.”

“The guy’s a pro, really knows how to empty a girl, and he says I’m the best he’s ever tasted.” She shrugs. “Who am I to argue?”

“What’s it like? Squirting I mean, not the taste.”

She considers for a moment. “Umm… it’s kinda like coming while being poked with a cattle prod. After squirting three or four times in one session, you’re knackered like you’ve just run a marathon. I always need to rehydrate with at least three glasses of wine. Don’t worry,” she adds, “the way you’re going, I’m sure you’ll experience it for yourself soon enough.”

“I hope so,” I tell her, and she waves goodbye.

“Ciao, hon!”

“Laters,” I say, “enjoy yourbasics.”

She laughs and the screen goes blank.

I notice my reflection in the screen grinning back at me. What a change in fortunes in such a short time. And what a great friend I’ve made in Ebony.

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