Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I hear Heath walking back and forth, his bare feet just shy of our outstretched fingers as he makes us wait for our next instruction.
“Forward, come towards me,” he says, and I feel so awkward as I shuffle along, maintaining the pose. “Further. Faster. Now.”
The floor is brutal against my knees, my tits dragging.
“Stop,” he says.
I stop moving and risk a glance at Josh to find him still in position along with me. We’re lined up well, neck and neck, with an ocean of space around us. My ears are on hyper alert as Heath walks around us, full circle. I hear every footstep – slow and steady. He does three laps before he comes to a halt at the rear.
“How does it feel to be back in service?” he asks. “Subject to whatever fantasy I desire?”
I’m smiling at the floor as I answer.
“It feels amazing, sir.”
Heath’s laugh is dry. “Ah, yes. My sweet Ella. Always so many amazings from your pretty mouth. How about you, Joshua? How does it feel for you, you dirty curva?”
“Cold. This floor is freezing.” He pauses. “But hot. You’re always a fucking scorcher, Heath, whatever you do.”
“Hands back now,” Heath says. “Spread your asses for me. Let’s get the heat ramped up.”
My forehead is still pressed tight to the floor as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks. I shuffle my legs wider, so Heath can see my pussy too, panting at what is to come. Am I really going to be a puppet for him? Seriously? What’s he going to do? I hear a pop of something opening… a bottle maybe, and I lurch forward as something lands on me from above. A drizzle of liquid, all over my back, before it runs like a river down my butt crack.
“Olive oil,” Heath says, and I guess he must be doing the same to Josh when the drizzle stops. “Such a good lube.”
We were enjoying olive oil on our salad earlier, I didn’t think I’d be enjoying the sensation of it dribbling over my asshole just a few hours later.
I hear Heath stripping from his clothes, and damn, how I wish I could get a sight. I’m still spreading my ass for him as he drops to his knees behind us.
“Puppet holes.” His laugh is pure filth. “Oh, fuck, how I’ve missed my beautiful playthings.”
His fingers run up and down the oily river of my ass crack before he slides two inside. I gasp, adoring the wet plunge.
“I was only playing on words about being the puppet master, but you’ve given me ideas, Josh. You have yourself to blame.” He pauses. “Or thank.”
“Pretty certain it will be a thanks,” Josh says before he grunts.
I want to look back and see what Heath is doing to him, but I’d topple over if I tried.
“Your ideas will only fuel mine,” Josh says. “Practice what you preach, and reap what you sow.”
“Get your asses higher,” Heath tells us. “Up in the air, spread those cheeks for me.”
I gather myself with another shuffle, my head turned to the side as I offer myself to Heath. Josh is mirroring me, and my eyes lock on his as I feel something sliding into my butt. Metal. And then a glug. Jesus. I feel a slosh of something slopping its way inside me. Oh my God. Heath has poured olive oil straight inside my asshole. It feels slimy, but weirdly fucking amazing.
“Your turn now, darling,” Heath says, and my stare is locked on Josh’s perfect face as he closes his eyes, clearly savouring the sensation as Heath does the same to him.
“It was a tough call, Ella,” our client says as he slips two fingers back inside my gloopy ass. “I’ve been desperate for your cunt, truly, but I’m going to be pulling the same puppet strings for both of you. It’s only fair.”
I barely groan when Heath pushes three fingers into my ass instead of two, I’m so slick and lubed. I love anal, and my oily ass is craving an invasion. I want to be Heath’s fucking puppet. I want him to use my ass like a fucking toy. I grip his three fingers as tightly as I can, but the oil makes gripping anything practically impossible.
My headspace switches like a lightning strike when Heath shoves in four at once, and I’m Holly the whore on Heath’s kitchen floor. I’m murmuring, begging, because I need more.
“Who is going to top the leaderboard tonight?” he asks. “Who is the most hardcore entertainer for proposal number one?”
Heath is playing with fire, stoking flames of competition, and he knows it. I always want to top the charts and be the best entertainer every chance I get. I strive for the greatest hardcorer status with every single proposal I attend. And so does Josh…