Santa’s Baby (Naughtier and Naughtier Book 3)
Santa’s Baby: Prologue

I swear Christmas parties come earlier and earlier every year. Just a shame the guys booking me for them don’t.

These three have been going at me for nearly an hour, and they still haven’t found my clit yet. I’d relieve the torment myself if I wasn’t trussed up with a tie around my wrists. I’m glad I’m getting paid over seven grand for this session. If I wasn’t, I’d show them a Wikipedia map of female anatomy and get the fuck out of here.

Once upon a time, this would have been my dream – the filth itself enough to drive me crazy – but after approaching four years as a high-class hooker for the high-class ‘Agency’, I’m losing interest. I never thought I’d say that, but it’s true.

Maybe it’s time playing out its course, or maybe it’s the news that hit me in the gut with a sucker punch earlier.

My best friend’s younger sister is having a baby. Josh told me himself this afternoon.

Caroline – the jealous little cow who has always emulated, irritated and tried her best to outdo me – is pregnant. Loved up, happy, and due to give birth next March.

Guess she got one up on me, for once…

Fuck this. I ban my mind from playing bullshit and funnel my focus back to the scene around me. It isn’t my clients’ fault I’m feeling like a sack of shit tonight.

The naked guy in front of me holds out a bottle of champagne for me to glug on. He’s cute, with mousy brown hair and a decent length dick. Nice enough. Just boring.

His two friends are doing a bit better. They’re hard at work, grunting curses as they use me like a dirty bitch from behind.

That’s it, slut, one of them says, take it like a good girl. He starts working his hand into my pussy while his sidekick fucks my ass, and it’s so much better than a token three fingers. His knuckles feel good as they grate, so I beg him to go deeper, deeper, fucking deeper.

Gentle has no place in my life. It’s go hard or go home.

If only I had someone waiting for me to go home to.

The guy in front of me takes the champagne away and offers his cock as a replacement. I’ll glug on it, sure enough. I stare up at him like he’s the man of my dreams, fluttering my lashes as I smile. I stick out my tongue and take the slap of his cock head, giving him the moans of a dirty bitch who really wants it.

I’ll always suck dick like a tasty lollipop.

My butt cheeks bounce against the dick pounding my ass, and it adds volume to the momentum of the squelching knuckles, still trying to push their way in. I wish the guy wouldn’t be such a pussy when it comes to my pussy. I can take it.

I can always take it.

I frog my legs as wide as I can on the office desk, my thick thighs slippery from his efforts. I love being such a big girl. I love the deep sound of the slap my flesh makes when I’m being banged.

I moan around the dick in my mouth, concentrating on just how good I’m going to be for these guys. The performer of a lifetime. I feel at my best when I have a filthy mind and a horny body, being used by strangers who don’t give a shit about me.

Being a whore is my hometown – being an entertainer is my life.

The guy with his fist half inside me squirts on a load more lube, so considerate, but I don’t want lube. I want the force. The grind. The fucking pounding. The filthy fucking joy.

“Beautiful and wet,” he says, and his friend grunts and speeds up his ass thrusts. Hell fucking yes. I don’t need my clit to come anymore. The way he drives his hand in stokes the fire brightly enough on its own, and I’m grateful.

I tell him so with a fuck, fuck, yes!

I’m me again. Creamgirl. The kinky slut who’ll serve anyone’s filthiest and kinkiest fantasies for the right amount of cash.

Tiffany, the girl behind the whore, is Creamgirl now. Creamgirl is all that matters.

I fly high at the sensation as guy number three unloads his first round of cum into my ass and pulls away. I moan for real as the fist in my pussy sinks in all the way, because yeah, the guy’s got the hang of it now.

Thank fuck for that, since the night’s only just started.

I’m going to take two cocks in each hole once his fist has warmed me up… then three wet mouths on my sopping pussy. They want my curvy girl butt to ride their faces while my tits bounce like beachballs. Man, how I’ll bounce for them. They’ve got a treat coming.

The thought makes me grin, and another glug of champagne cements the happiness. Fuck anything else right now.

“Jesus Christ,” the guy who spurted in my ass says, “that was fucking incredible.”

“Amazing,” the guy turning his fist in my cunt says.

Yes, I am fucking incredible.

I am fucking amazing.

Fuck Carly.

Fuck babies, and happy families and dreams that will never come to life.

I’m nothing but a beautiful whore tonight, exactly where I belong.