Page 72 of The Naughty Week

“Use whatever holes you want,” I groan. “Just fuck me.”

Marcus isn’t a pussy this time when it comes to my pussy. He slams my cunt in one, with his sheathed dick hitting right to the balls. The angle is out, but I don’t care. I shunt against him and beg for harder. HARDER. I beg for Ben as well. MORE.

BOTH.

That’s what I want.

Both of them.

They take it in turns at first – a couple of thrusts each in my pussy before they switch. Their timings get tighter as they get more desperate, and I encourage it.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “Plough me like the dirty bitch of your fantasies. Treat me like I’m a whore. I can take it.”

I rub my clit, with my face in the sand as two random guys fuck my cunt, consumed by nothing more than offering everything I have for them. But I’m not doing it for them, I’m doing it for the men watching.

Because I know they are watching.

My boyfriend and my idol.

I can sense it.

It makes me tingle.

It gives me shivers.

It makes me come…

And it’s when I’m coming that I ask the randoms fucking me for the obvious. Both of them at once, just like they knew I wanted.

They knew I wanted two guys at once, they just didn’t know I meant it in one fucking hole…

“Sure,” Ben says. “It’ll be tight though, won’t it? Don’t you think it’ll hurt?”

“Yeah.” I smile. “It’ll make my pussy hurt, but that will just make it better. Stretch my dirty fucking cunt like men, not weaklings.”

“You really are a slut,” Ben says.

Marcus says nothing.

Both guys are hesitating and I think I know why.

“Don’t tell me,” I say with an eye roll, “what if your cocks touch?”

“They will,” Marcus finds his voice. “A spit roast would be better.”

“Yeah,” Ben says, “I like the sound of that.”

Shit.

There’s a big difference between experienced clients and guys out on the pull.

“You won’t be touching, not really. You’re wearing rubbers. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, guys. I want both your cocks in my whore cunt, and I promise you the climax of your lives. Two rampant cocks banging one tight hole. You’ll have bragging rights back home for ever.”

“Good point,” Ben says, working his sheathed cock. “Come on, Marcus, let’s get her fucked.”

Marcus is working his cock, too, but he’s still hesitant.

“It works like this,” I say, “You get on your back, I’ll straddle you, get you nice and deep, then Ben comes in from behind, and before you know it, you’re getting the fuck of your life.”