Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“Ready for the show?” Heath asks me and I nod, almost breathless myself as my fingers find my clit.
“Me too,” Heath says. “Lights, camera… action!”
And with that he pushes his cock deep and fucks my boyfriend’s throat.
Heath’s hips piston like he’s out to drive his cock into Josh’s very soul, cutting off his air supply until my boyfriend has to grip the sheets to stay composed, cheeks reddening.
“I was at your fucking mercy,” Heath tells him. “Now you’ll be at mine.”
Josh’s abs are tense and ripped, his knuckles white as he fights the need to protest. Heath uses my boyfriend’s mouth like a plughole, jamming into his throat so hard it’s verging on torture. But it’s beautiful. The passion in the power is stunning beyond measure, and my clit sparks like crazy.
This is why we are hardcorers, me and Josh, because we love it.
This is why Heath is a client, because he’s a filthy bastard, like we are.
I play with myself as I watch them, teasing my clit with my thumb. My eyes are fixated on my boyfriend’s mess of a face as he gives himself up to the full extreme of the onslaught.
Josh will never baulk when it comes to taking what he’s given. He’ll never fight back against a challenge. Heath would have to throat fuck him unconscious before Josh would break.
“It fucking hurt me so fucking bad,” Heath says. “My best interests or not, it fucking hurt.”
I can see from the rage in his thrusts that he’s venting. He’s channelling the pain through his lust.
My empathy blooms. Rejection is savage. Goodwill or not, it doesn’t matter. Josh rejected him. He pushed Heath away with the click of a button.
Heath swears like a bastard when he finally unloads, his hand gripping Josh’s hair as he slams balls deep and holds in position. Josh splutters, gagging as he tries to swallow.
Even through the humiliation and the brutality, my boyfriend is still desperate for more. He needed this as much as Heath. He needed a throatful of cum in beautiful retaliation.
I’m ready for our fuming client to pull out one barbell at a time, keen to see the glistening metal of his piercings covered in cream and spit, but Heath doesn’t budge, just stays balls deep as he catches his breath. Josh’s eyes are watering, his throat heaving as he struggles to breathe, but still he doesn’t protest.
The tension is prickling. The way Heath stares down at Josh’s willing throat gives me goosebumps on top of goosebumps.
“Fuck you, Josh,” Heath says. “Fuck you!”
I don’t know what’s going on at first when Heath leans backwards, his cock still buried deep in Josh’s throat. It’s only when I see the piss spurting from Josh’s lips, bubbling in his nose as it streams down his upturned face that I realise what’s happening.
Jesus Christ!
Heath is pissing in Josh’s plugged up mouth at full force. It’s a spectacular filthy mess that has me open mouthed.
Piss sprays onto the floor like a blocked hosepipe as Josh tries his hardest to swallow, but it’s a task nobody could manage. Heath soaks my boyfriend’s face as he pisses at full force, his balls pressing against Josh’s nose to choke him even harder.
It’s savage. Absolutely fucking savage.
It’s not so much a stream as a river. Josh’s freshly dyed hair is soaked through in seconds. He’s a gurgling, retching mess as he gulps over and over, trying to contain it, until he breaks. He finally lets go of control. He lets go of his white knuckled grip on the covers, and gives himself over. He opens his eyes to stare up a Heath with a loving stare, even though it must sting like fuck. He tips his head back as far as he can to accept the torrent.
Oh my God, my boyfriend is such a state when Heath stops pissing and pulls out. Josh raises himself straight onto all fours and heaves, his eyes red from the spray he’s been soaked with. Piss drips onto the bed under his chin, his hair a soaked mess, flat to his forehead.
Heath leans back against the wall, catching his own breath as he watches Josh attempt to recover.
“If you bring any of it back up, I’ll glug back the whole bottle of Prosecco and do it again.”
“Don’t worry,” Josh manages to splutter. “Glug all the Prosecco you want. I’ll take it.”
“You’d best stop with the challenges, pretty boy.”
“Never, you wouldn’t want me to, pretty boy.”
Heath goes back to the dresser for a fresh glass and pours himself another Prosecco.
“Good job you’re a certified hardcorer, you cheeky cunt,” Heath says. “Otherwise you’d be safe wording the fuck out of here.”
Josh’s eyes are fierce on Heath. He’s still on all fours, doing our client’s bidding, but the thrum of the tension is like a livewire.
“I’m never going to be safe wording the fuck out of anywhere, Heathy baby. We’re back. Both of us.”