Page 40 of The Naughty List

Shit. He’s pushing deep and scooping me out.

“Too much?” he asks, but I shake my head.

“No.”

He twists, and I know his thumb is pushing in along with his fingers. He’s using my dripping menstrual blood to lube me up for fisting… but it’s so tight and tender. Too tight.

“Ever taken a whole hand?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“No. Not yet.”

“Want to?”

One particularly hard shove of his fingers gives me the answer. It will be too much. Too much for tonight.

“I’ll pay you,” he says, but I have to shake my head again, flashing him a genuine smile.

“Sorry, but I’m not ready for that.”

“But you could be? One day?”

My eyes meet his, and I tell the truth.

“Yeah, I could be. Definitely one day.”

“Great. I hope it’s with me.”

He rises up on his knees, and angles his dick towards my sore, dripping pussy, and I kind of wish I’d given a different answer when he pushes inside me so easily.

I want to be stretched open. I want to know what it feels like with someone’s whole fist in my pussy… and if it’s not User 319’s, it’s going to be someone’s. Someone soon.

Someone who’s paying a lot of money for it.

User 319 has a good enough angle with his cock that he hits my bruised G-spot like a pro. It sets me off on the road to a second orgasm, fisted or not, who gives a shit? I slam back against him as he ploughs me to the balls, and the wet slapping of skin to skin is so erotic it blows me away.

We’ve only got ten minutes left when my client comes inside me for the second time. He fetches my bag from downstairs and I use his bathroom to wash myself down, taking a huge glug of water to wash the taste away. I feel weirdly sad to be leaving here in fresh underwear and a sanitary towel. At least I’m leaving my dirty ones behind as a memento. He’s already stored them away in his top drawer.

My client offers me a coffee as I grab my coat, ready to go. Part of me wants to stay, but for sensibility’s sake, I have to say no.

“I have work tomorrow,” I tell him. “Bedtime for me.”

“Work? For real? You take clients in the mornings?!”

I shake my head.

“No, sorry.Workwork. I have a day job, too. I’m not an entertainer all the time.”

“Wow. What a busy girl.”

Seems like I’m definitely becoming one.

I give his dog, Harry, a decent fuss before my cab turns up, and feel weirdly lonely as I say goodnight.

“See you next month,” he says, and I kiss his cheek. Clean this time.

“We may need to skip a month, I’m sorry. I’m off to Australia for Christmas with my family. They emigrated a few years ago.”

“Right,” he says.

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