Page 48 of The Naughty Week
The guys give an excellent strip show, one piece of clothing at a time, and they may have been competing at squash and kicking ass all day, but I definitely top the leaderboard on this one.
I make it filthy. Really fucking filthy. Splaying my pussy to show off the treasure when the game has me taking my panties off. The last item to play for…
“I’m going to make such a mess of your sofa,” I say to Heath. “I’m so fucking wet.”
“Good,” he replies, and tops up my wine glass.Again.“So, how about truth or dare?”
He rises to straddle me and rubs his swollen shaft against my slit.
“How could I resist? Go for it,” I say. “Truth.”
“Tell me then,Holly.What does your favourite client make you do for them? Excluding me, of course.”
I know the answer in a heartbeat. My eyes are on Heath’s as I answer.
“A client known asDaddy. He makes me call him Daddy while I pretend to be his naughty little girl all through the night.”
Heath keeps rubbing his cock against my slit.
“Tell me more.”
It feels so dirty to tell Heath how I perform for my client. How I’m the daughter he catches fucking her boyfriend, and how badly he punishes me for it. How he tells me thatDaddyis the only one allowed to do those things to me, and how he washes me clean after I’ve beensoiled. How he makes me feel like a naughty little bitch when I’m over his knee and taking a spanking.
And how wonderfully wrong it feels when he dumps me in a bathtub and puts the shower on cold, while he ‘cleans’ my fake boyfriend’s dirty cum out of me…
“He fucks you with a flannel?” Heath says, and I nod.
“Yeah. Drenched in ice cold water and wrapped over his fingers. And he makes me gargle warm water straight from the shower hose… to get the taste of cock out of my mouth. He’s so good with the name calling as well. His roleplay skills are off the chart.” I pause. “I get so much morning after syndrome from him… honestly. I begin to believe I’m that dirty little college girl for real.”
“Morning after syndrome?”
“It’s a term we use at the Agency,” Josh explains, with his hard cock in his hand. “It’s when the fantasy bleeds over into real life. Becomes kind of emotional. It’s fleeting. Usually.”
“How about me?” Heath asks. “Do I ever give youmorning after syndrome?”
I nod. “Every. Single. Time.”
Josh grabs one of my tits, squeezing hard. “You’ve given him a truth for free. He owes us one now.”
Heath’s cock is so close to my pussy. I want him inside me so fucking bad.
“Truth or dare,” my boyfriend says to Heath.
“Truth,” Heath replies, still working his swollen cock head against my clit.
“Would youwantto give her morning after syndrome? What is it, Heath? Do you sink back into the shadows when Ella leaves, without a second thought about her… or do youwantit to hurt her to leave you?”
This is such a fucked up twist.
Call it a whole load of wine, and drunken mouths and swollen cocks, but Josh has a different edge to his voice now. Digging.
“That’s not a fair question,” Heath replies. “I’ll switch to dare.”
Josh takes a fistful of his hair, pressing his mouth right up to Heath’s ear – and I see the dominant side of my boyfriend. One that makes my pulse race.
“No switching, Heath. Answer the question. Do you want my girlfriend to be hurting when she has to leave you? Do you want her to pine for you between sessions?”
“I wouldn’t want to hurt Ella, Josh. Not emotionally.”
