Page 30 of The Naughty List

My clients come inside my stretched holes, grinning at each other like they’ve won the lottery.

I’ve done it. I’ve earned my money. Or so I think…

Ryan pulls free first, but Dean doesn’t let me go.

“Play with yourself,” he says. “You’re going to get yourself off before I take my dick out of you, and don’t even think of faking it. Ryan’s going to be watching. He’ll be able to tell.”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” I tell him.

It’s an easy job. My clit is so desperate that I’m cursing myself as I play. I use three token fingers inside me, but Ryan shakes his head.

“Nah, we have another toy for you.”

He takes the empty bottle of champagne, rips the foil clear from the top, and hands it over. Smooth glass. I don’t hold back, practically snatching it from him as he offers it. It’s thin but long, and I show him how I deep can go with it. It feels nice, so smooth…

I rub my clit at the same time, building the tension – feeling so filthy as I perform. There is no fakeness about it in the slightest as I come with the champagne bottle stretching me as well as Dean’s cock, squirming against him with his cock up my ass. Ryan’s drinking more champagne as he stares on, nodding with approval.

Dean only lets me go when I’ve finished coming, lolling back against him, panting. I roll away slowly, and my ass and pussy are both hurting like a bastard, but I’m laughing, high on champagne and post orgasmic bliss.

“Suck it clean,” Dean says, and I use the bottle like a cock in my throat, sucking it clean with a pop of my lips.

“Yum.”

Both of them are grinning at me. Satisfied. Just like I am.

“Thanks, guys. That was hot as all hell,” I tell them, and I’m not lying.

Theirbanteris back as Dean gets up from the bed and joins Ryan for the next bottle of champagne.

I fucked her harder.

Yeah, right, like hell you did.

They offer me some more De Chante and I drink along, enjoying thepartytime as I laugh along with them, refusing to acknowledge who was the better fuck, even though it was obvious.

It was Dean.

“Time’s up by the way,” Dean tells me. “You fulfilled the proposal ten minutes ago.”

I look up at the clock and he’s right. My four hours are finished and I’m a whole lot richer. I could be out of there like lightning, but I stay with Users 1458 and 1459 until the champagne is all finished up and their little party is over, both of them yawning, tired.

“Night, guys,” I say as I leave, kissing them both on the cheek before I go. “Thanks for an incredible time.”

“See you again,” Dean says, and I give him a wink.

“I hope so.”

I’m in a cab and on my way home when I get the ping through from the app. Even though both guys were ready to collapse in bed, I have my review there, glowing – and the cash is showing in my bank account.

Five stars isn’t enough for this dirty beauty. Great mouth, great pussy, great ass, and as for her tits… find out for yourself. You’d be fucking mental not to. A+++.

I’m so happy I could cry when I get back home.

I search for flights to Australia, and I hit purchase, staring at the screen in shock.

And then I do cry. Pure, happy tears. I’ve done it.

I’ll be on the beach this year for Christmas, sunbathing with my Mum and Dad.

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