Chapter 20
I thinkI'm ready and set for the action, in position on the bed with the lamps on for ambience, but when I hear the front door open, I realise I'm not. I'm not set for the action at all. My heart is thumping, brain spinning – what if I'm not up to this? What if I'm not good enough? What if I'm not the hardcorer I think I am?
Breathe, I tell myself. Just fucking breathe.
I summon Tiff's advice, relying on the knowledge that she shared with me. I try my hardest to switch off the rational part of my brain that's panicking and give credence to my filthy soul.
I CAN do this. I WILL do this. I WANT to do this.
I want to share my boyfriend's filthy experiences with him, as hardcore as they fucking get.
In just a few seconds he's at the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame as he surveys the scene before him. I put my hands behind my head in anticipation – conveying my submission – and I have to grin as my eyes land on him. Josh's hair is a beautiful mess, sweaty and dishevelled. His shirt is crumpled, and his tie is loose, and he winces as he kicks his shoes off.
Ahh, fuck, he says, and I can see the pain flash across his face.
"How was it?" I ask, and he steps closer, casting his suit jacket off and tossing it to the floor.
"Filthy. Dirty. Disgusting." His voice is breathy. "Savage. Rough." He smirks. "Really fucking hot."
His stare is so animalistic that I'm burning up, poker hot prickles all over my body. I part my legs, silently begging him to come and play. Please.
I'm fixated on his hands as he loosens his belt, wondering just what the fuck he's been doing with them. My pussy clenches at the thought of his whole fist inside a kinky silver fox's ass. My eyes must widen, and Josh catches me. He holds his hand up, and licks his fingers one by one.
"This whole hand has been bedded deep," he tells me. "Deep and fucking dirty."
"Show me," I say, the dirty part of me thrill seeking.
"I'll do more than show you."
He strips slowly, teasing me. He drops his pants, and kicks them aside, and I gasp as his cock finally springs free. It's clear he's been using it. It's tainted, dirty as he slides his hand up and down the shaft.
"Stay there," he says, stepping up to the bed to tower over me. "Don't fucking move."
His tone is so different to the guy who laughs with me and snuggles up close on the sofa. This isn't the guy who dishes up breakfast with a ta-da, baby.
This is Weston. The hardcorer. Fresh from the action. And I need to be Holly here. I need to be the hardcorer to match him.
He lifts one foot up onto the mattress, and there it is – a dripping spillage of cum down his thigh. His ass is still full like he promised. I wonder just how much he's taken. How loose and sore he is. How much is in there…
"I asked you before, but I'll ask you again," he says. "Do you want this? Say the word and I'll be straight in the shower and scrubbing myself off, no problems whatsoever, because this isn't for the faint hearted. This is full on extreme hardcore."
Only it isn't extreme. Not really. I've seen the full naughty list on my agency account. I know how deep the dirty well goes…
This is about to get intense on my level though, and I know it. Of all the things I've done, this feels so up close and personal. This is my boyfriend, not a client. Not a stranger. Somehow a stranger would make it seem easier… more detached and distant.
I remember some more of what Tiff told me, and relax into the sheets as best I can, breathing nice and slowly. I spread my legs wide, lolling my knees to the side, and surrender myself to the whore inside me.
"Yes," I say, looking up at the promise of Josh's used asshole. "I want this. No holds barred. Show me everything. Give me everything."
"Sure thing."
He spreads his ass cheeks and I get a glimpse of the wreckage left behind. His puckered hole looks red raw, pink and swollen where he's been stretched wide.
He lowers himself so I can get a better view, then leans towards me, taking hold of my chin.
"Are you going to play dirty with me, baby?" he asks, and his voice is so gentle in its filth, it's almost sick, his tenderness laced with pure, unadulterated sin. "Do you really want to be a dirty hardcorer?"
I nod, giving him a smile. My clit is so desperate it's throbbing. The most simple touch from him sets me alight.
"Yeah, I'm going to play dirty. I want to be the most hardcore of them all."
"Open your mouth, then. That's my girl."
I do as I'm told, and he rubs his dirty thumb against my tongue.
"Suck," he says, and I do it. I suck his thumb and look up at him through needy eyes, because that's what I am right now. I'm needy. Every scrap of sense and decency has gone out of the window. I'm the dirty whore, who's normally hidden under the purity of grace and smiles. A filthy whore, who wants to share her boyfriend's stunning depravity.
"That's good," he says. "That's so fucking good, baby."
He climbs onto the bed beside me, and I feel his inner beast unleashing to tangle with his whore. He kisses the corner of my lips and I open wide, my tongue welcoming his mouth as well as his thumb. Fuck, that pulls the trigger, and we're in a frenzy. He feeds us both his dirty fingers one by one, sharing the glory, and I moan as we lap and kiss them between us until they're most definitely clean. I kiss his dirty mouth in the aftermath, and he trails those same fingers down between my legs, teasing my nipples through my satin slip on his way. I cry out into his mouth as his thumb finally lands on my clit, I've been so desperate for hours. I'm not going to last long before I come. My pussy is already pulsing.
"Feed me more," I breathe against his lips. "Don't hold back, Josh. Feed me as I come."
"Shh," he says, his filthy eyes glowing. "You're not going to come yet."
"I am," I moan. "I can't hold back, I can't!"
My hips rise from the bed, on a mission for more of his touch.
"No, no, no," he says, and takes his hand away.
Holy Christ, I'm aching, I need it so fucking bad.
"Josh!"
"No," he says again, and his voice is so firm. I breathe, just fucking breathe. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, I trust you. Of course I trust you. I just…" I fist my hands in frustration, but then I nod. "Ok. Ok. You're in control. Teach me how to play."
"It'll be a fucking honour," he tells me. "Now sit up. I've got a present for you, and I'll teach you how to use it."
I sit up in a flash, fascinated as he climbs up onto the bed and positions himself on all fours, his ass facing me. He looks at me over his shoulder, and there's no doubt about it – he's Weston. I imagine how he looks at clients, like he's the filthiest fucking creature on earth. Just like this.
"Explore my used-up fuck hole and have fun," he says. "But remember. Tit for tat. Tonight, it's going to be tit for tat."
"Tit for tat," I say, the thrill running through me at the thought of Weston playing with my ass.
I spread his ass cheeks, mesmerised. Oh my fucking God, how Josh's asshole spills cum. It dribbles down his ass crack, trailing a path right down his thigh.
"Dirty, isn't it?" he laughs. "Go on. Play. Explore. I was thinking of you as I took it. I haven't wasted a single drop."
"How many loads have you taken?"
"Four. I tempted them with my ass specifically this evening, and they ate it up. Literally." He looks over his shoulder again. "And they fisted me, Ella. One after the other. Paying me back for how I fisted them." He pauses. "And you know what? I'm going to do the same to you. I'm going to give you the gift, and then you're going to give it back."
"The gift. I like that," I say, gently caressing his sore-looking rim.
I go in gentle at first, using just two fingers, and they glide in without even a hint of resistance. He's so warm, and so fucking slippery in there. Gorgeous.
"More," he says, and I add a third, twisting. He's so wet.
I fuck him with three fingers, and the cum squelches. I love how dirty it feels. I dare with four, and he shifts on his knees, spreading them further.
"Yes," he says. "That's it. Go deeper, baby, don't hold back."
I push all four in harder until I'm knuckle deep, and the puckered hole of his ass is stunning as it stretches. The cum squelches. Amazing lube. I twist and push, twist and push, and he pushes back at me, urging me on.
"Hold your thumb tight against your fingers," he tells me. "Pull all the way out, before going all the way in."
Oh fuck, I'm so nervous. I want to get it right.
His ass is drooling cum when I pull out of him, and I get a sight of the sore pink inside. I wonder how hard those guys pounded him. I wonder what noises he made. The groans as they opened him up.
It spurs me on, and I shape my hand the way he instructed. I press my thumb against my fingers, in a funnel shape, and I return to his asshole with determination. His clients got in there, and so will I. I want to feel all the cum inside him.
I ease my way in, and this time when I get to the knuckles, the tip of my thumb joins my fingers. Oh, yes. My clit is on another level with its flutters, and I fight the urge to sit on my heel.
No. Josh said no. No playing with myself.
I push into him some more, gentle nudges back and forth, loving how his ass opens up, blooming wider like some perverse flower. The knuckle of my thumb reaches the entrance of his hole, and he groans.
"I'm so fucking used up tonight. You ought to have seen the way they rammed their fists in. You should have seen them, having so much dirty fun. Do it, Ells. I can take it."
His filthy words drive me on. I push deeper, no longer giving a shit for how gentle I can make it.
"Yes!" he says as I shunt my hand forward. "That's it, baby, that's it. My ass will swallow your hand, just keep pushing, force your way in."
It's so much different than I imagined when I place a hand on his back to hold him steady and finally push my hand all the way in. He curses as he takes it, but pushes back to accommodate, and I watch my hand disappear inside him, his pink ass tight around my wrist.
Holy fuck. My whole hand is in his Josh's ass.
There is so much wet heat. So much thick creamy cum lubing him up.
He lowers himself down from all fours, his ass still up in the air, and uses his hand around his dick, teasing his cock. "Take your hand out, slowly," he says.
"All the way?" I ask.
"Yes, all the way, slowly, savour the feel of it. It's going to be fucking messy, baby," he says, but I'm ready for it. I want it.
Holly is right at the front of my psyche as I slowly ease my hand free and watch his ass open wide. My hand is caked, drenched with other men's cum. My God.
"Now straight back in," he says, "gently at first till we find the rhythm."
My heart is pounding and my hand is shaking as I slide it back in and his sore red hole clamps around my wrist. I hold still, transfixed by the filthy beauty of it. And the scent of it, just like Tiff said, a strange mix of raw, meaty filth that makes my head spin.
"Move it, baby," he says, "find the rhythm."
I do as I'm told, gentle nudges back and forth and his asshole squelches around me.
"Like that," he says, still working his cock and pushing back against me. "That's it, faster."
I feel him relax and then I truly get to experience it. The full-on filth of Weston the hardcorer, pushing back against my hand as I fist him. His balls and thighs are covered with thick, dirty cream, and it's dribbling down over his fingers as he works his cock faster. My pussy is dribbling, too. This is the horniest, filthiest thing I've ever seen or done.
"Fucking hell, Josh," I say as he thumps back onto my fist and I go deeper than ever.
Josh says nothing, just pushes against me and I jerk back when I feel resistance.
"Don't hold back," Josh says and I resume, trying to be careful, but my filthy boyfriend doesn't seem to care, working his ass on my first like it's nothing, and working his veiny cock with a fierce grip.
His breaths are hitching and his filth covered balls tighten before my eyes. I pump faster with my fist and Josh's ass is incredible to behold, pink and raw and seriously filthy – and my pussy leaks again, knowing he's about to shoot his load.
But no. He lurches forward and my fist pulls free.
"That's enough, baby."
When he looks at me over his shoulder this time, hooded, lust filled eyes stare back at me, his breaths deep and loud, and I know I've had my turn. I get a lurch in my stomach.
I'm not the explorer now. He is.
And I've got to take it.
I want to take it.
My breaths are panting, matching his, and that scent is strong in the air, so heady, so arousing.
I shuffle back on the bed as he turns around, stalking me on all fours, green eyes piercing.
"Did you enjoy that, dirty girl?" he asks.
I nod for him, but it's not enough.
"Tell me."
"It was so hot, Josh. I loved it."
"You liked being inside me, stretching my ass open? How about all the cum squelching in there? Did you love that filthy lube, all for you?"
I lie back as he carries on stalking me. I spread my legs because I'm lost to everything now. I need him. I want him to explore.
"I loved all of it, everything. Every. Filthy. Fucking. Thing," I tell him, my hands moving to my hard nipples, pinching them through the satin.
"That's good to know. Because I'm going to love returning the favour. But first… open wide."
"Oh, fuck."
"Do it," he says. "Do what you're told like the filthy bitch you are."
I open my mouth and present my tongue, giving myself up to the sacred goddess of sin. I let her essence flow through me and seize control, and I'm nothing but a desperate slut, there for hardcore playtime.
Josh reaches behind him and I hear the slop as he scoops up the mess. His fingers are creamy with filthy cum as he brings them to my mouth.
I pinch my nipples again as my tongue flicks out, an eager little bitch, and we repeat the game from earlier. Tongues and fingers, but this time it's a whole other league. Every time we've cleaned up, he reaches back and gives us more, and fuck how I moan when he slides his other hand under my slip and goes straight for my clit.
"You like that?" he presses his dirty lips to mine and slides two fingers in my needy cunt.
I bite at his lip.
"Yes," I tell him and he keeps teasing my clit and fingering me until I'm deranged, trying to thrash under him.
And then he pulls his hand away, leaving me panting and fucking desperate. I slap my own tits in frustration and Josh laughs.
"Going to return the favour now?" I ask him, "Are you going to get your fist in my ass as deep as I did with yours?"
His lip twitches, his cock straining. His smile belongs to the devil.
"Of course I am," he says, takes hold of my thighs and raises my legs, pinning them high. Both my pussy and ass are on full display, and I clench to tease him.
"Fucking beautiful," he says, "hold still for me."
I hold my legs in place as he scoops another load of mess from his ass and lubes his dick up with it. He does it again, and uses this load on my ass, pushing two fingers in to slick me up. Then three. Oh, fuck… then fucking four.
I have to grip my own thighs, panting as he lines the head of his cock up, because I know every dirty barbell is going to snag. He's been in other men's assholes, and his cock is covered with their cum, and now it's going inside me. He's going to fuck my ass with the used fucking remnants of guys who've been paying.
And the slut in me wants it. The slut in me is grinning as he eases the head in.
I'm going to take it. I'm going to be a filthy whore and I'm going to fucking take it. Tit for tat, whatever it takes.
He works his hips slow but forcefully, and there is no escape as he thrusts his cock all the way inside. He's good to me, and fucks me deep, but steady, letting my ass relax around him as he goes. It feels so fucking good.
"Play with your clit, baby," he says, and my fingers dart right down.
He stares as I strum myself, picking up his pace as I moan. It doesn't take long, since I'm already sparking. My clit is so needy it's on the edge of pain, and he takes advantage, leveraging his angle as he pumps his dick in hard. He circles his hips to stretch me, making use of my bucking, writhing squirms. I come for him like a firework, crying out loud as he slams his cock into me like a beast.
He doesn't come along with me. He doesn't give in to the sensations when I go over the edge. He's calculated and steady as he pulls his cock free, moving in his snakelike way as I watch him. Premeditated.
He's straight into his bedside drawer where he takes out a big bottle of lube and slathers it right over his hand. I flinch as he squirts a load on my asshole.
"Cum isn't going to cut it this time, baby," he says, and pushes four fingers back into my open ass. He keeps on working them, circling them, pushing them in from every angle. I press my head back against the pillows, and close my eyes, still riding on the high of coming until he calls my name.
"Ella. Look at me."
I come down from the ceiling and open my eyes to find he's holding his hand up, in the same position as he taught me. Thumb pressed tight to his fingers. He slathers them up with more lube, but I'm nervous now. My heart races as he gets ready to open me up.
"Relax," he says, but I can't. I just can't. I'm shaking. "Trust me," he says, and I nod, urging my inner slut back to the fore.
She can take it.
Hollycan take it.
I want to tick the fisting box on the list, ready for clients' service. I want to take two cocks in one, and I want to take a whole hand whenever I'm paid for it, and I want Josh to be the first to do it.
Josh knows exactly what he's doing. He uses his hand like the professional he is, reading just how hard he can push and when. He works me until I'm comfortable with each tiny step, using squelch after squelch of lube until the sheets underneath us must be covered in it.
I do ok, taking it well until he reaches the thickest part of his hand – the piece de resistance – literally.
That's when it hurts. A lot. Enough that I cry out and clamp my legs shut. But his hand stays buried right to the knuckles, he doesn't pull out of me.
"Spread your legs, baby," he says. "This is the hardest bit, but once I'm in, you'll be ok, you'll feel so good, you'll be thanking me."
I waver, my thighs opening just a touch before closing again. I suck in a breath and try to relax. I look him right in his gorgeous green eyes, and nod in submission, and then I do what I'm told. I hitch my legs back up high, and loll my thighs open, giving him full access.
"Take a deep breath," he says, and I do.
I groan as he pushes. I have to grip my legs in a vice to keep them open.
"Almost there," he says, and I pant, then grit my teeth. "Almost… almost…"
And then my ass gives in to him. I cry out as my ass swallows up his hand and clenches around his wrist, and he's all the way in.
"Fuck!" I yell at the pulsing pain.
"Steady," he says, "relax, nice and steady. Just breathe."
I breathe, try to relax into the stretch, the heat, the fucking pain.
"That's it," he says, "it will ease soon enough. Pain turns into pleasure, remember?"
I nod, trying to stay still, and he's right, the pain is easing.
"Look," he says, and I'm deliriously fucking happy as I raise my head, so proud of myself to see his hand all the way inside me. "You're such a good hardcorer, Ells. You took it like a horny slut, even when it was hurting."
I glow with pride like a filthy freak.
Yeah, I did take it, and I'm glad I did. He moves his hand a little and it's so fucking nice. I'm as wet as he was. I feel it deep inside me.
"Want to stop now?" Josh asks, and teases by tugging his hand out, just a touch, making me flinch.
But no. I don't.
I don't want to stop at all.
I'm grinning, high as I shake my head.
"Don't even think about it," I tell him. "Give me more."
And so he does it. Tit for tat.
The hardcorer Weston gives the little slut Holly every pump of his fist she can take, and lets her come for the pleasure.