Santa’s Baby (Naughtier and Naughtier Book 3)
Santa’s Baby: Chapter 6

User 3081. 34. Male.

My boyfriend and I are seeking a dirty girl to join in on our playtime. We like to share. Primarily we like to share a hot, horny ass that can take two at once. Big tits that can bounce. A curvy butt like a treasure trove. We’ll use it hard.

Pussy is a bonus, of course. We enjoy a slick pussy as lube.

Oh, and look like you’re a filthy hooker, please. Dress up real fucking kinky.

Duration: 4 hours.

Proposal fee: £4,000.

Mediocre money, but I love double anal, and I like being treated like a treasure trove. My butt cheeks are curvy enough to merit the honour.

I always think of threesomes as two for the price of one. On my part, not theirs.

These two should be a sweet festive appetiser for my rammed pre-Christmas calendar. I’ve seen these guys mentioned on the Agency forum a lot recently, and they are a hot duo, apparently, with a major liking for double anal – their proposal is playing it down. One of the threads says these guys enjoy lap bouncing. I’ll bounce on their laps, alright. I’ve got just the body for the job, on both counts. They won’t know what’s hit them.

The booking is at a hotel in Chelsea, and I know it’s going to be a night of extravagance as soon as I step into the foyer. It’s got a huge crystal chandelier that could outshine the sun – streams and streams of diamonds that light up the room. I gawp up at it, wishing I could slap a huge wedge of cash down on the counter for them to yank it down from the ceiling and hand it over. I could do it, in theory, but nah. You’d need a whole tower block or a country mansion to house the bloody thing.

I click arrived on the app and walk on by.

Suite 37 pings back, and I get the elevator with no nerves whatsoever. I’m so used to this game that I could take a decent helping of double anal all night long. I only hope my clients will grace me with a round of two in the pussy beforehand. I’m a spoiled cow who craves it. Creamgirl always loves the cream.

The hotel door opens as soon as I knock. The guy that stands aside to let me in is a suave looking blond, with a cracking smile and gorgeous cheeky dimples. I get the impression he’d be fun on a night out. His boyfriend steps up to his side, and they look kinda similar. Only blond number two is shorter and stockier, and his eyebrows are sharper over his bright blue eyes. I like that. Makes him look like he’s ready to rumble.

“Hey, guys,” I say, and loosen the belt of my coat, slipping it off as they watch me.

I’ve gone for a tiny red PVC dress, which highlights every single one of my curves as well as my freshly dyed hair. My tits are spilling so far over the top that they are fit to burst, and the skirt is riding up my ass so far that my cheeks must be showing. They wanted a slut that looks like a slut, and they got one. I’ve got fishnet holdups on, and a lacy thong that’s barely more than a thread.

Blond number one gives his boyfriend a high five.

“Good choice, Jase.”

“I think I’ve hit the jackpot, Cal.”

“Maybe.” Cal gives me the eye. “Guess we’ll replace out, won’t we?”

Cal and Jase. I assign it to memory. I’m good with names.

Cal takes my coat and hangs it on the back of the door. “We take it in turns to choose our entertainers, Creamgirl,” he says. “It’s a fun pastime.”

Jase puts an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Last time around, Cal made a crap choice. The cutie wimped out and left us twenty minutes in. Talked a good game, but didn’t take a good ass fucking.”

I give my curvy ass a pat. “You won’t be having that problem with me. I think my rating speaks for itself.”

I wonder who the entertainer was who tapped out. Probably a newbie, biting off more than her butthole could chew. Happens sometimes.

“What rating did you give her?” I ask, even though it’s none of my business.

“Four,” Cal says. “She was nice enough while it lasted. We got double pussy out of her.”

“Four stars? You guys are generous,” I give my boobs a grope. “I’ll be expecting a straight up five, then.”

Cal’s smirk is dirty. “Expect what you like, just as long as you earn it.”

I whip him up a dirty smirk right back. “I’ll earn every penny, not just the five-star review.”

I’m not lying. I never do. Being a hooker has been about more than cash for me ever since I started. Sure, the money was insane, and it took a fuck ton of pinching myself to realise it was really real and in my bank account, but my competitive streak has always been at the fore, in line with my filthy kink cravings. I always relish a five-star review.

I’m pretty safe with these two guys, that much is clear. Two cocks in my ass and I’ll get their thumbs up. Sweet, but hardly a stretch for me. Literally. It’s a cute but easy one. Just a fun round of filth.

I’m preparing to sink into nothing but the smut when a thumper of emotion hits me in the guts. It’s the way Cal looks at Jase, and the way Jase ruffles his hair, like they are sharing a beautiful moment in their fun time. Love. Absolute, unconditional devotion to each other. It’s undeniable, even though they’re about to fuck a hooker.

These two guys are besotted with each other. The emotion simmers between them.

Just like it used to between me and Kian… or so I thought.

No. I’m not going there.

I give the guys a spin, slapping my butt as I go. I’m Creamgirl, and this is work. No strings, no emotions, nothing but sex.

It always is.

“Come on, lovebirds. Don’t let the minutes run away. You’re missing out here.”

Jase breaks away from Cal and gestures to the mini bar. “Champers first?”

I’d normally say yes, but not tonight. I don’t want it. No small talk, no cutesy flirty drinks. I just want to get down to what I’m paid for.

“I prefer cum over bubbly, thanks.”

They both raise their eyebrows, then crack each other another grin.

“I guess that’s why you call yourself Creamgirl,” Cal says.

“Sure is. I never, ever turn down a good helping.”

“We can give you a good helping.” Jase’s gaze drops to my tits. “Shift your hot fucking ass over to the bed, and show us what we’re going to be getting.”

I do a curtesy. “Your wish is my command.”

Their hotel bed is massive, the sheets already crumpled from where they’ve been sleeping – or fucking. They want to see what they’re getting. Sure thing. I wriggle out of my dress as they watch me, keen eyes on my tits as they fall free, then I climb on the bed and lie down on my back, heels up on the sheets as I open my thighs. My lacy thong is on full display, and I tug it tighter, so they’ll see the crotch turn into a sopping wet string between my pussy lips.

“Like what you see?” I ask them, rubbing my fingers up and down my bulging slit.

Both of them stare at me, and I get another fucking pang as Cal takes Jase’s hand, giving it a squeeze in silent acknowledgement. Two guys in love, sharing some fun.

“You’re one hot girl, you know that?” Jase says, clearly trying to be flattering, but I don’t need that crap.

“Don’t worry about being gentlemen. You can call me a slut. You can call me a hooker, or a whore, or a dirty fucking bitch whose ass is going to gobble up your dicks like candy canes.”

He laughs and I watch him shift on his feet, and I read his language loud and clear – another skill of mine. I’m adept. These two weren’t talking about a sweet hot girl joining them when they were fucking each other at the thought. No chance. Their real fantasies would have been all about a kinky slut. Dirty, filthy, two on one fucking.

“Come on,” I say, crushing my tits together. “Do it. Call me a slut hooker. Try me out for size.”

Cal approaches the side of the bed and palms his cock through his jeans. “That’s what you like to be called, a slut hooker?”

“That’s what I am.” I lick my lips as I stare at the bulge in his trousers. “So treat me like one. Take what you paid for.”

“Alright. Your wish is our command.”

He leans over and hooks his fingers in the lace of my panties, tugging tighter than I did. My pussy lips are so puffy. So chubby and swollen. It must be a sight.

He smiles over at his boyfriend. “A tit each?”

“They’re some tits,” Jase says, “she could feed an army.” He climbs up the bed on the opposite side of me.

I have two hot mouths on my tits in seconds, lapping and slurping in tandem. They are good, I’ll give them that. Jase is especially skilled with the tongue action, giving big wet swirls around my nipple.

“That’s so good, guys,” I say. “These big beauties are all for you, and they’re aching to be sucked.”

My words fuel the fire. Their mouths get wetter, and their laps turn to sucks, Cal causing bliss on one of my nipples with his teeth. I hold their heads to me, and my words come naturally with Cal’s fingers still hooked in my thong.

“Use my cunt as well. Use me. Play with me. Take everything. Every filthy fucking thing you’ve ever wanted.”

Two sets of fingers pull my thong to the side, and they moan in tandem as their hands join forces, both of them exploring at the same time – pumping thick fingers into my pussy.

“Go on, harder. Deeper. See how much I can take. Because I want both your cocks as well, you dirty, hot bastards. Both at once, in my face, in my cunt, in my desperate fucking asshole.”

Jase breaks away from my tit, his lips puffed up. “Is this really you, or just an act? You don’t need to pretend to get us off. We’ll love it anyway.”

I look him straight in the eyes. Deadpan. “What do you think? Honestly? Think this is an act?”

Our eyes hold contact, burning. He’s reading me as he fingers me along with his boyfriend, the love of his life still sucking on my tit like a hungry baby.

“No. I don’t think you’re pretending,” he says, and I let out a laugh.

“You think right. I’m the filthiest fucking slut you’ll ever know.”

“The filthiest ever?” Jase says. “That’s a big claim.”

“Yeah, it is a big claim, and I always live up to it. Try it. Give me some filthy action.”

That fuels the fire. Jase doesn’t give a fuck for complimentary shared exploration anymore. He shoves four fingers in my pussy alongside Cal’s, and I groan at the beautiful stretch.

“Shame we didn’t put fisting on the proposal,” he says.

I buck against his hand. “Call it prep for the main event. Go on! Do it!”

He shakes his head. “The rules say absolutely no deviating from the agreement.”

I buck again.

“Fuck the rules. If my cunt is gonna take two meaty dicks, it needs a warmup. A decent fist should do.”

I love his grin as he twists his fingers and pushes harder, testing.

“Get your fist in me and quit teasing,” I tell him, and his boyfriend breaks away from my nipple. They both look at me as I squirm for them. “You paid for my whore body, so take it. Make the most of it.”

They both shuffle down the bed, and I have to close my eyes to blank out the joy they replace in each other’s smiles. It makes me ache, and it’s so pointless and stupid, it’s fucking ridiculous.

“Do it, Jase,” I hear, and I reach down to circle my clit, hitching up higher to give them better access.

I’m not ready for the stretch of a full fist, but I don’t give a toss. I brace myself and take the pressure as Jase works his hand up to the knuckles, moaning like the whore I am as I push back against him. Fuck the pain. I’m going to take two cocks later anyway, and I hope they’re girthy. I want them to stretch my cunt as well as my asshole, so let’s get with it.

“Need some lube?” Jase asks, but I shake my head.

“No. I want to feel every fucking inch, pure and raw.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’ve never fisted a girl before, have you?”

He shakes his head. Bless him.

I clench around his fingers. “I’ve had a hundred fists up there. All you have to do is push, and I’ll take it.”

“Fucking hell,” he says. “Really? You sure about that?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“Jesus, Jase,” Cal says, his voice breathy. Excited. “Go on, do it. Get your hand in there. Plug her up.”

“Now you’re talking,” I say. “I love filthy words as well as actions. Practice what you preach, boys.”

I’m edging them, and that’s my job. To set my clients’ fantasies free. To break into their deepest desires and let them loose. That’s what gets me so many glowing five starrers.

“Keep going,” I say. “Talk dirty. It’s so fucking hot.”

The guys look at each other again, words flying between them that don’t need to be spoken aloud.

“Plug that needy cunt,” Cal says.

“I’m getting there, baby,” Jase tells him, pushing a little harder. “Don’t fucking worry.”

“Nah, you’re not. Give her what she really wants. She wants to be a slut who takes it, so make her fucking take it.”

Cal’s definitely got with the plot. I’d give him a thumbs up if I wasn’t so preoccupied with the hand between my legs.

I raise myself on my elbows, straining to see over my huge, spit covered tits. I want to watch Jase’s hand working its way inside me. I can’t see all of it, since my tits and belly are too big, but I can see the way Cal takes hold of Jase’s wrist and urges him on. I like Cal. He’s a dirtier player.

“Need a helping hand?” he says.

Jase grins and licks his lips. He’s fucking drooling.

“Yeah,” he says, “help me in.”

With that, Cal tightens his grip on his boyfriend’s wrist and eases him into me.

I groan as Jase’s knuckles pop inside, tipping my head back as my pussy gobbles him up. I’m caught up in my body now, consumed by the pulsing of my pussy as it clenches around a whole fucking hand.

“Twist it,” I say. “Please, just twist.”

Jase does what I ask, and I cry out as his thumb knuckle hits the spot.

“THERE! Yes. Fuck, yes. Like that. Please, fuck me like that.”

He starts slowly, in and out just a touch. I bounce back against him as my pussy relaxes, my tits bobbing against my chin as I go.

“Such a slut,” Cal says, and I nod.

“Yeah, I am. Tell me.”

“You’re a dirty, desperate, cum hungry slut.”

It’s great how the words sound from him. These guys don’t usually play this game, that much is clear.

“Make me ready for two meaty cocks.” I buck on his fist. “I want both of you inside me. I want you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked a slut in your life.”

With Jase’s knuckle at the spot, it’s going to be so easy to come like this, my tits bouncing for them like a horny bitch. I love the squelch as he speeds up. I go crazy for the depth as he pulls his hand all the way out and plunges it back in again.

I shuffle to the edge of the bed when he’s out of me, squatting over the mattress as I offer my slick pussy for more. It’s great in this position. I leverage my arms and brace myself so I’m practically sitting on his hand when he gets down between my legs, Cal eager to follow him.

It’s me riding his fist now. He holds it still as I bounce myself up and down, panting every time his hand sinks in. They are fixated, staring at my pussy as I take it.

“I want a turn,” Cal says, and they switch positions.

His hand is dry when his fingers line up, but I lower myself in one, grinning as my pussy manages to swallow him.

“That feels so fucking good,” he says.

“You’re telling me.”

I bounce and groan until I hit the peak, letting out a fuck, fuck, yes, fucking yes as I come for the first round. They must have read my profile and know that I’m a squirter, but still, the pair of them start in shock as the gush begins to flow, jetting out around Cal’s fist as I lose control. My body is lost to me, my mind blown as the pleasure rocks me through and through.

I’m still on the come down as Jase strips bare and climbs up on the bed. He pulls me backwards, and I know the drill as I lower my back to his chest and wriggle higher, until my thighs are hooked over his. I’m probably crushing the fuck out of him, but that doesn’t matter for shit. Cal guides his boyfriend’s cock into my pussy, then strips bare himself. As soon as he’s naked he’s straight on top, pinning me between them as he shoves his cock in for a double.

Bonus. They are both decent and girthy.

I’m still dripping and squelching as they start up with the thrusting. Now it’s their turn for the pleasure. I clench my muscles to grip them tight, and they both groan in surprise. Yet another thing they weren’t expecting. I do so many rounds of pelvic floor every day it’s unreal.

I wrap my arms around Cal’s shoulders and pull him closer. “Come on, you dirty bastards. Show me what you’ve got and get this greedy slut fucked.”

It’s not just me consumed by my body now. These guys’ heads are out of the picture, their dicks controlling their minds. They pound me like animals, shaft to shaft as they share one hole. The grunts they make speak louder than words, giving me their all. I can see why the last entertainer wimped out on them. Taking these two in the ass is gonna be a decent fucking challenge.

“Fill me up,” I tell them. “Give me two loads of thick, creamy cum.”

It pushes Cal over the edge first, and his moan sets off his boyfriend, his shaft being grated by Cal’s speed. I’m so proud of myself when they unload after just a few minutes. Cal is so in the groove that he looks kinda dizzy as he pulls out and stares at the mess he’s left behind – his boyfriend’s cock still inside me. What a fucking view. I push down so he can see the cum dribbling, and feel the horny slop of more when Jase’s cock pulls free.

I rub my fingers between my pussy lips, scooping a lovely glob of cum and opening my mouth wide. I let it drip onto my tongue, then suck it all off, murmuring as I go.

“Nice work, guys.”

I roll off Jase, and he is nearly as dazed as his boyfriend, but he’s grinning. Cal pulls him up off the bed, and they admire me like a trophy as I scoop up another mouthful.

Jase wraps his arm around Cal’s waist and they share a look of accomplishment before Cal leans into him for a kiss.

I normally love to watch guys kissing. My fingers are usually straight to my clit. But not today.

I stare at the two of them as Jase takes Cal’s face in his hands, both of them smiling, mouth to mouth as they make out like teenagers in love. I get butterflies as Cal runs his fingers up his lover’s back, but they aren’t the kind of aww, guys kind of butterflies I get when something sweet but horny goes down. It’s more like a sickening lurch.

They smile down at me when they are finished making out, my legs still spread, with cum dribbling out of me. Jase holds out a hand, and I let him help me up, feeling dizzy myself at being between the pair of them.

“Maybe I’ll take a swig of that champers now.” I laugh, and they laugh back, unaware of my discomfort. Just like everyone always is.

Just like I usually am.

Jase goes to the mini bar in the buff and the two of them are beaming as he pops the champagne cork. I push off the bed and grab the bottle off him, glugging back the fizz like it’s a spurting cock, and it makes the two of them laugh again. Cal pours the rest into actual glasses.

We do a cheers together, and I neck my glass back in one. I’d ask for another, but I don’t want to get too carried away with the drinking, and I definitely don’t want to get caught up in the conversation that generally accompanies it.

Shame for me that they are still waiting for their balls to fill back up, taking a hiatus. They sip their champagne slowly, beaming at me like we’re a cutesy trio.

“What got you into being an Agency worker?” Cal asks, and I could groan.

So much for not wanting conversation.

“I don’t think you’d have to be a genius to work out the answer.” I give them an eyelash flutter. “Sex. I’ve always been a filthy bitch. Getting paid for it fits my ideal career to a T. It wasn’t exactly mentioned by the careers mentor at college, but luckily I figured it out for myself.”

“You’re a cracker,” Jase says with a smirk.

“Thanks.” I switch the conversation one-eighty to stop any more probing. “So, what got you into wanting an Agency worker?”

They smile at each other before Jase turns back to me.

“I don’t think you’d have to be a genius to work out the answer to that either, Cream. Sex. We’re filthy bastards who like pussy as well as cock.” He looks down at Cal’s dick, which is already on the rise, thank fuck. “In the main, cock is more than enough to keep us entertained, but every now and again we fancy a little entertainment.”

“Plus, we love sharing ass,” Cal pipes up. “Not just fucking each other’s. Pussy is an obvious bonus.”

“I hope you’ve been enjoying mine.”

“Understatement.”

Jase chuckles. “Don’t need to be a genius to work that out, either.”

I get a nice glow at that.

“I hope you’ll enjoy my ass just as much.”

Cal puts a finger to his chin, fake pondering.

“Hmm. Somehow I think we’ll enjoy it even more.”

“More than my pussy?” I spread my legs and tut. “I really need to raise the bar.”

Jase still has his chuckle face on. It suits him.

“Don’t think you need to be a genius to know your bar is already off the scale.”

“Five starrer for me, then?”

“I’d say that was a given. We’d give you a five star on those gorgeous tits alone.”

“Then you need to raise your bar.” I mash my beauties together, covered in dry spit. “These bad boys are impressive, but a five-star review isn’t to be given lightly.”

“Is that so?”

“Hell yeah. Ratings are everything. We have to earn them.”

“Ah.” Jase nods, twigging. “I get it. Top of the tree and all that. Don’t worry, we saw you were at the top. You and another hot goth girl. Holly, was it?”

My mind flashes to Holly – Ella – likely all cosied up with Josh right now, planning their lovely Christmas with his family. Happens every year, and I usually gatecrash.

“Yeah, Holly. She’s a superstar. We share the superstar tit vibe as well as the goth one.”

“You don’t share the curvy, hot butt side, though. You’re higher on the chart for us.”

I turn to give my ass a slap. “Cheers to that.” I look at his cock, on the rise as well as Cal’s. “How about you start using it? Cocks are growing and the clock’s ticking.”

There is no protest when I walk back over to the bed and pat the mattress beside me. The guys simply down the rest of their champers and join me, cocks ready to play all over again – but not just with me. I can read it in their eyes.

They don’t just want my ass, they want each other’s.

“You know what I love?” I say, tuning in. “Watching guys fuck each other makes me so horny it’s off the scale. Seriously. Fancy giving me the honour of showing me how you two get it on?”

Cal takes hold of Jase’s dick, working it in his hand like a pro.

“I’d be game. I love being watched with my cock in Jase’s ass.”

“She may want to see yours filled up with mine,” Jase points out with an eyebrow raise, but Cal laughs. His laugh is kinda like mine, actually. If he was really roaring with it, we could sound quite similar.

“Doesn’t matter what preference she has.” He gives me a cheeky smirk. “She’s the slut after all.”

“Quite right,” I say. “Go for it, boys. I’m dying to watch in either direction.”

Cal shoves Jase backwards on the bed and climbs on top of him as Jase mock protests. Within seconds they are all over each other, deep kissing as their hands rove. Cal grinds against his boyfriend, cock to cock, and I dunno why I expected it to be an all fours job with a bit of ass slapping and backchat, but I did. Seeing them like this isn’t what I figured I’d be privy to. A dumbass error on my part. As Jase raises his legs and moans against Cal’s mouth, it’s like watching a movie of true adoration.

Cal is so gentle as he lines his dick up for Jase’s ass. He calls him baby – just a whisper, but loud enough that I can hear.

I don’t touch myself, just stare as the scene unfolds, because it’s beautiful. Two guys making love, not just fucking. With my bank of clients, it’s normally just filth. Degradation, and kink, and being treated like a piece of meat, but this…

I stamp down another pang and get back into Cream headspace. I watch Cal’s cock moving in and out of Jase, loving how Jase’s brown puckered hole takes the invasion. I barely exist here as they get into the groove. I could legit back away and out of the door and I swear the pair of them would barely notice.

I’m not used to this. At all. I’m supposed to be hot in on the action. They’re paying for me, so I’m not going to keep my gob shut and let them waste their cash.

“That’s hot as fuck,” I tell them, and both of them shoot a look straight over to me. I spread my legs and play with myself, resuming centre stage. “I’ve still got so much cum in here,” I say, and give my pussy a decent squelch. “You’re making me jealous, you know. I’m desperate for ass action myself now.” They pause in motion as I tease my ass with a finger. “Only I want two, not just one.”

Cal’s eyes zone in on me, clearing as he comes out of his loved up euphoria.

“Good job, since that’s what we asked for.” He gives Jase’s thigh a slap as he pulls his dirty cock out and heads my way.

I’m a major fan of ass to ass with no cleanup. I’m grinning when Cal shoves me onto my back and hoists my legs up.

“Didn’t want any lube earlier, but how about now? Going to change your filthy slut mind?”

I hitch a breath. “Nope.”

“No?”

“Not a chance in hell.”

“Fine. Then take it, slut.”

He slams his filthy dick into me in one, and I groan like the perfect hooker I am as I eat it up for him. It’s not my only hole available, either. My mouth is lolling wide when Jase crawls over the bed to join us. He pushes his cock straight in, bulging my cheek out.

“Her cunt is leaking cum like a waterfall over here,” Cal laughs. “Take a look.”

Jase’s dick is still in my mouth as he leans over me, the two of them examining my pussy like I’m a museum specimen, splaying me open. They finger poke me, and Jase catches my clit with a dream flick. I groan to let him know it.

“Like that, do you?” he asks, like it’s not obvious.

He does it again and I give another groan, sucking him harder. Now this is a decent fucking three way. They’d get five stars from me if the roles were reversed. Jase rubs my clit as his boyfriend fucks my ass, and I suck his cock like I was born for it, enjoying a damn good spit roasting. My view is blocked, but I can still hear them kissing above me. I’m a flesh toy as they whisper loving words.

I focus on my clit, and the way it’s sparking. I clench my ass as hard as I can, and suck Jase as deep as my throat can take him. I’m squirming as I start the ascent to climax. Jase has got some skills. Some real fucking skills. Fuck.

They don’t stop pounding me as I come. I splutter around Jase’s cock, trying to moan as I choke, but he doesn’t let up – his hips keep on pistoning as he drives into my face. Cal’s cock slams my ass on a mission, and the guys don’t stop it with their intimacy. Still kissing. Still whispering. Still loving.

I feel Jase’s dick tightening, and I’m close to getting a mouthful of cum. I swallow while he’s in my throat, the head of his cock rammed in tight.

“No, it’s too soon,” he says, and pulls away from me. He catches his breath as his balls hang over my face, and I giggle as I lap at them. “I want to share her ass,” he tells his boyfriend, and I groan as Cal leaves my ass void of his girthy dick.

Luckily, it won’t be for long.

My clit is on a high as they yank me up and shift me until I’m all fours, then hoist me onto Cal. I straddle him, taking him straight in. I bounce on his dick afresh, because it’s where it belongs. Deep in my ass. I ride him like a tit jigging cowgirl, my chunky thighs gripping him like a vice until Jase shoves me forward without mercy and I’m pinned right over again. Freedom gone as Jase lowers his weight onto my back and lines his dick up against Cal’s.

“You sure you can you take it?” he asks, and I nod against Cal’s shoulder.

“Fuck, yes. Get in there.”

I cry out with an oww, shit as he strains to dig his way in. My butt is used to two, but my muscles still fight, the strain hurting like a bitch until the spit covered head of him pops inside. After that it’s a free-for-all, both guys going for it with grunts and groans.

Double anal is one of my favourites. I’ve been an ass girl since I first found out what being an ass girl felt like, and I’m in my element as they slam in sync, then alternate, back and forth.

I reach back and spread my butt cheeks as best I can, giving them access to deeper. I want them as deep as they can fucking go. I want to feel them in my goddamn fucking stomach. I want to feel the burn for days.

Shame for me that these two are already well on the way to shooting their load. It’s both a blessing and curse for being so good at my job. I get a tick in the box of proud slut when they judder and start to blow, but I could go all night, loving every fucking second.

I encourage them, wanting them to fly high.

“Give my slutty fucking ass your cum, guys. Show me how deep you can spurt. Give me a good fucking load.”

I’m still pinned between them in the aftermath, their chests heaving as they catch their breath. Their dicks are still pulsing in my ass, and I relish it with clench after clench after filthy fucking clench. Sloppy and crammed.

Still, it burns when they pull out. Jase opens my ass crack for viewing, and I wink my asshole for him, pushing out their cum in little splutters. Double whammy. Cunt and ass both testament to their cummy efforts.

“Look at this, Cal,” Jase says, and rolls me off his boyfriend until I flop on the bed. I raise my legs and practically shit their jizz out of me, both of them staring in wonder before they lock eyes.

“Want to clean our hot slut up?” Cal asks with a smirk. He looks up at the clock. Still thirty minutes to go. “Let’s get our money’s worth.”

“Go for it, boys,” I tell them, and push out another slop.

Two hungry mouths dive between my legs, lapping and digging. I splay my meaty slit for them, giving them access to the full butterfly, and my clit is still fucking buzzing as Cal’s tongue catches. Goddamn it. I have at least another orgasm in the bank, but no. They finish up with ten minutes left on the clock, kissing each other with filthy mouths and more loving smiles.

I haul myself from the bed, grinning at the mess we’ve made of their posh hotel sheets. The cleaners are going to get quite a shocker.

I grab my dress and get myself back into it, making sure it’s covering my tits in some form of decency, then wriggle until the PVC covers my butt, checking myself out in the mirror. I look as used up as the bedsheets.

My two hot clients are still kissing, fully absorbed in each other when the clock hits the farewell mark.

I call out a “thanks for having me, guys,” and they give me a thumbs up and a wave.

“Thanks, Cream, you were one hot fucking slut,” Cal says, and he winks at me with his cheeky smirk on his face.

“Still am,” I say and pat my sore ass.

I’d definitely get it on with him outside of this place. I can feel it in the vibe.

“Five starrer, please,” I say and blow them a kiss before I leave, but I already know I’ve got it in the bag.

Talking of bags, I pull my phone out of mine as soon as I’m in the hotel hallway, ready to send a D&S message to Josh, but a different kind of notification stops me on my stilettos.

No way.

No fucking way.

This User number has been emblazoned into my memory since Ella first mentioned it in the mall.

User 5639. Male. 47.

Santa.

My orgasm heartrate pales in comparison to this one. My fingers are so jittery they can barely click the screen.