Chapter 24

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Hey, Holly. What can I say? You made quite an impression on both me and Jack last time we shared your sweet gothic pussy. What a great choice of Christmas present I made for him. He's been harping on ever since that we should head back to London so he can give me a ‘gift' of your time in return. What an endearing boyfriend.

So, in short, we want another red hot round with you. We want to play together while you watch, and play with you as you moan, and gag, and stretch for us like a dirty sweetheart.

Standard DP is a must, of course. Plus, two in the mouth and two in the pussy again, please. Only there's more this time…

I couldn't help but browse your updated profile before sending this proposal, and I couldn't help but notice that you now have double anal listed as an option.

What a wonderful discovery.

We'd love to take advantage of that, please. I've offered an extra two grand for the pleasure – a grand for each dick.

Duration: Six hours.

Proposal price: ￡9000.

I adoredEric and Jack when I played with them before Christmas. Two polite, charming, charismatic hot guys in tuxedos – what was there not to love? Eric could have the nickname Donkey Kong due to the huge horse cock he's carrying around in his pants, and his boyfriend Jack isn't much smaller. He's definitely a Donkey Kong sidekick.

Maybe it isn't the most sensible gig to take on as my first foray into the world of double anal, but hey ho. I'd clicked the accept button with a grin on my face.

I'm wearing black satin as opposed to red velvet tonight. Josh gives me a nod of approval at the twirl I do for him before I set off.

"You'll be such a winner, baby," he tells me during our goodbye hug. "You'll smash the double anal, even if they are hung like donkeys. Believe in yourself. You'll be screaming for more in no time. And you'd better be ready to scream for more all over again when you get home. I'll want to dig deep and clear up the leftovers."

"You're a real filthy slut, you know that?" I tell him.

"Takes one to know one," my hardcorer of a boyfriend says before dropping a kiss on my forehead.

I have to laugh to myself because, WTF, honestly. If anyone could hear our conversations in the outside world, they'd put us down as batshit crazy. My boyfriend is complimenting my ability to have my ass stretched by a couple of strangers. What an achievement.

It will be an achievement, though. I can't wait to show Jack and Eric what's on offer tonight. It may have been just a few months since I saw them last, but my performances are going from strength to strength, and so is my list of five-star reviews. I'm desperate to get another one from these guys. Their words mean a lot to me.

Jack and Eric have booked the same towering beauty of a hotel as they did last time around, and I remember just how luxurious the suite was. It's going to be one hell of an evening.

No tinsel and decorations this time, though.

Suite 39 the instructions say when I click arrived on the Agency app. I know the drill, walking through the grand reception and straight over to the elevators as though I was born to be here. I get a massive flash of excitement as the elevator ascends, wondering if the guys will be in tuxedos again.

It's Eric who opens the door to Suite 39. He's not in a tux, but his designer suit is still a winner. It's a tailored dream on his tall, bulky frame, and my eyes must light up on sight of him. His dark sweep of hair is slightly shorter than last time I was here, but his dark beard is slightly longer. It's a great accompaniment to his bright white smile, and he oozes enough confidence to have my clit throbbing.

"Holly, how lovely to see you!" He pulls me in for a hug and kisses my cheek.

"Likewise," I say, feeling the heat.

I've barely stepped inside when Jack, his gorgeous mousy-haired boyfriend steps out of the bathroom, still steamy wet with a low-slung towel around his waist. Jack starts in shock, then shakes his head as he laughs.

"Bastard!" he says in the jovial tone I remember so well. And then he turns his attention to me. "Hey, Holly. Your lovely visit today is MY present to him, or it's supposed to be. Now look, he's arranged it behind my back without a word. I've barely even got out of the shower. Clearly."

"I've been suggesting you have a shower for the past ninety minutes," Eric says. "You were being a stubborn prick and scrolling through TV channels."

"Yes, darling, but I didn't suspect you had a hidden agenda, did I? I just thought you were keen to get down to the bar for some of their arancinis."

"Rice balls," Eric says to me with a raised eyebrow. "He really thought I was huffing and puffing about shower time because I wanted rice balls."

"You said they were great arancinis, Eric," Jack says, stepping over as the door closes behind me.

I love how he wraps me in his arms and pulls me tight to his clammy chest. He kisses me on both cheeks, not just one.

"Lovely to see you again, Holly."

"You, too."

Eric takes my coat and hangs it up on a coat stand along with my handbag.

"How have you been?" he asks, and I have to remind myself I'm in professional mode here. Holly, not Ella. I can't be spouting about how great it was to see my folks over Christmas and how I have a hot new boyfriend who fucks people for money, just like I do.

"I've been great, thank you. How about you guys?"

"We've been in Edinburgh for a few months," Jack says. "My father has a new business he's acquired up there, and has been seeking our assistance."

I wonder what kind of business it is, and what assistance they've been giving him, but it's not my place to ask, so I don't.

"Sounds great. I love Scotland."

"So do we," Eric says, and steps up behind me. My skin prickles when I feel his gorgeous hot breath on my shoulder. "We saw a couple of stunning dark-haired beauties while we were out on socials, but all they did was remind us of you."

"Really? How much eyeliner were they wearing?"

I feel Eric's smirk against my shoulder. "Not nearly enough."

Jack steps up to sandwich me between them, and I'm already so horny I'd attempt to take both of their huge cocks in my ass this very second, but the guys are so sensual right now. They look at each other in adoration, sharing a kiss over my shoulder as I watch them.

Jesus Christ, it's beautiful. I want to watch them at it again, all night long. I want to see Eric thrusting his massive cock into Jack's gaping asshole again. I want to hear Jack moan as he struggles to take him, and I want to feel my own horny fears engulf me – knowing I'm signed up to take them both.

"Champagne?" Eric asks me when they've broken their kiss, but I shake my head and circle my hips, teasing both guys at once.

Jack's situation is easily remedied. He drops his towel and sets his cock free, and I'm straight down on the floor without even thinking about it. My mouth is already open wide when he bulges my cheek with the head of his dick.

"I'd say I'd forgotten just how good you look with cock in your mouth," he says. "But that would be a lie. I remember just how good you look with cock everywhere, and tonight we get even more sights to behold."

I hear Eric freeing his dick from his pants behind me. My clit pulses, and I moan as he steps around to join Jack in front of me, because here it is – the true massive donkey cock of the pair of them – he's got to be almost as thick as my wrist, and long enough to stand like a tower. My spit is already dribbling down my chin when Jack gives my mouth to his boyfriend. I open as wide as I can, but my jaw still strains like hell as Eric inches to the back of my throat. I can barely take him.

"Did you forget how big I was when you accepted the proposal?" he asks me, and I shake my head as best I can around his cock. "Really? That's good to know, since we've been pondering how hot it's going to be to stretch your ass to the limits. Some might call it obsessive rumination. You've generated so many jets of cum between us, Holly, it's very impressive."

I rock myself, trying to take more of him into my throat. Every inch counts. Every suck counts. Every moan I get from them means the world. I retch when Eric takes my hair and drives his cock in harder, but I can't fight him, and I wouldn't want to. My throat accepts what I'm given, and I look up at the pair of them through watering eyes.

My makeup is going to be such a fucking mess when they've done with me, but that's the least of my worries. I'm prepared for the fact that I might be barely able to move for days, my ass so torn up that it's nothing but bed rest.

I gulp in a breath when Eric sets me free. I'm still gulping when he gestures to the other side of the hotel suite.

"Time for you to get comfortable on the bed for us," he says, and there is such a dirty sparkle in his eyes. "We've got a plan of action, so you can clear that pretty head of yours and get ready to play."

They both help me to my feet, and I flash a smile at the pair of them. I'm more than happy with that arrangement.

"At your service," I say, and it's true. I am at their service. They can do whatever the fuck they want to me, and I'll be out to serve and succeed at any cost.

"Want me undressed?" I ask them when I reach the side of the bed, but they shake their heads.

"No," Jack says, naked and unabashed without his bath towel. "Like Eric told you. Get comfortable, and then spread those gorgeous long legs. We have an agenda lined up."

I do what he asks, hitching myself into position on the huge mattress without giving a shit for the fact my stilettos are catching on the bedsheets. I spread my legs, and my dress rides up, showing off the lacy black thong I picked out for them.

The guys stand and watch me, smirking as my fingers automatically slide down to my clit.

"Ah, you are a horny little slut tonight, aren't you? Just like we'd hope you'd be," Eric says. "I'm glad last time's brilliance wasn't a one-off performance."

I shake my head. "No. It wasn't a one off. I'm desperate for more. You two were so fucking hot last time. The way I had to stretch to take you both…" My voice trails off, and I slow my fingers down, or I'm going to come in seconds.

"Carry on," Eric says. "Tell us."

I let the memories flood back, and it's like a dam bursts inside me. Eric and Jack have been two of my favourite ever clients – morning after syndrome to the max – but the intensity of proposals always fades as the experiences mount up. I'm learning that hard and fast now. Memories fade, experiences fade, reality fades. Clients fade as they stay on the road behind you.

I have thought about Jack and Eric a fair bit over the past few months, and all the things they did to me. What they did to each other. But it wasn't the same as it is now they are up close and personal. It's real again. It's close again.

It"s alive again.

"Oh fuck, the way I watched you slam your way inside Jack's ass," I say to Eric, breaths hitching. "The way I sucked his cock as you fucked him. The sounds, the groans, the amazing scent of it."

Jack squeezes the base of his cock, and it's already looking so thick and veiny it's insane. Eric teases the tip of his with his thumb, the monument standing tall. I look between the two cocks, admiring them both. It's hard to picture them stretching my pussy to that extent again, let alone my ass.

I pull my lace thong to the side, and I'm already so fucking wet, I'm slick. I stroke my clit so gently it's barely a flick, trying to keep myself under control as I carry on talking.

"When you used me, the two of you… when you stretched me. When you held your cocks together and I forced myself backwards to let you both in at once… and then you took over. Fuck. Then you fucked me to your own rhythm, and I was a puppet with a pussy, and it was so fucking good. It was so fucking hot."

"Yeah," Jack says, "it was. And you know what?" He gets up onto the bed, kneeling next to me as I carry on playing. "It's going to be just the same all over again, but rougher. The boundaries are broken down now, and we know how much you can take from us. We know what you're capable of."

I wish I did… because right now my own body's abilities feel out of my control. I'll have to trust them, and give myself over to them. I smile at the idea of letting my thoughts disappear. All that needs to remain is lust.

I tug my thong off, tossing it away. I splay my legs, my pussy bare and ready to take whatever they want to give me. I pull my slit apart, and hitch myself higher so both my slick pink pussy and the tight brown ring of my ass are on offer. "Use me," I say. "I want you to fuck me senseless."

The tension in the room is so heavy that something combusts, and Eric makes the move. He's still suited, his massive cock ready in his hand as he climbs on top of me and pins me flat. Damn, he's so fucking strong.

He doesn't warm me up, just lines up his massive cock head and pushes in deep in one long thrust that takes my breath.

"Fuck," he says, "Your pussy is tighter than Jack's ass."

His boyfriend swats his arm, but I can only groan at the monster filling me, it feels so good.

He starts thrusting his hips, driving his beast deep inside my pussy. Fuck, even that hurts, but I can't stop myself, urging him on.

That's it, yes, Eric, please! More!

Jesus, how he takes my words literally. He spits on two of his fingers, and I tense in anticipation as he lines them up against his thrusting cock.

"Do it, Eric," Jack says. "Stretch her beautiful cunt. I might take advantage of her pretty mouth as you do it."

Jack's got his cock in his hand as he shuffles up the side of me. I slurp on the swollen head as I whimper because Eric isn't holding back. He's working his two thick fingers in my pussy along with his dick, pushing harder with every thrust. I'm glad I've been working my way up the hardcorer chart, because just a few months ago I'd have been a torn wreck already.

I've got Jack's cock in my face, blurring out my vision, so don't know what Eric's planning down below until I feel him switch his fingers out for his thumb, and then he aims those freed wet fingers for my asshole.

He stretches his thumb away from his cock, forcing a gap to test my pussy, and I cry out, but that doesn't matter. I keep my hips grinding back at him.

"Do it," I manage to gurgle around Jack's cock. "Stretch me, and fuck my ass, too."

Jack pulls his cock free so I can talk filth more easily, and I smile, like a whore in heat.

"You both need to stretch me, and you know it. You'll need to stretch me so fucking wide, both my pussy and my ass, so why hold back, huh?" I must be insane. Asking for it. "Fuck me up," I say to Eric, with dirty eyes. "Get me ready."

The big cocked hunk pauses with his dick buried deep, his thumb still stretching my pussy open. His fingers are lined up against my ass, and I buck, just a little.

"Do it, Eric. Stretch me. Fingers, cocks, fists. I don't care. I just want to take it."

I hardly recognise the woman in my own head. Holly. She's wound up, crazy about the two guys who sent her off the scale last time, and she's greedy. Holly is a greedy little slut. Greedy for cock, and cum, and being the best performer she can be for the guys who drive her wild.

Eric's fingers spear my ass before he starts thrusting his cock again, and I think it's alright, I can cope, I'm even grinning high… until his hips start slamming, and fuck, he's going deep. I grip the sheets and grit my teeth, but I don't get the chance to grit them for long before Jack takes hold of my face and angles it back to his cock.

"Open up, Holly."

I give him my throat, gargling and bobbing my head as his boyfriend lays down the law between my legs. My clit is sparking, even though my pussy is screaming, and my ass is burning like hell. It would take just one sweep to ignite the flame, but Eric doesn't give it to me. He avoids my clit and focuses on my holes, his breaths deepening as he works at me.

"Is she ready for one of us in each yet?" Jack asks, slamming my throat hard. "Not sure how long I'm going to be able to fuck her mouth before I shoot my load."

Eric opens my ass wider, and fuck he's got to be using four fingers, along with his cock and thumb in my pussy.

"Not yet," Eric says. "Give me a minute. Just one more minute." He circles his wrist, and spreads his fingers, and he must be making one hell of a mess down there as he preps me for two at once. "That's it," he says next. "So, what do you want, Jack? Pussy or ass?"

"Give me a go at that slick pussy," Jack says. "I want to see how wet you've made it for me."

The transition is quick and easy as the guys help me into position. Eric takes my place on his back on the bed and I climb onto him, reverse cowgirl style as he grips my hips and Jack helps to guide my ass onto Eric's cock, ever so gently as I use my weight to allow him in. And fuck, just the head, getting past the muscle, is a burning stretch. I take it steady. I take it slow, remembering how I took Josh's fist. Pain leads to pleasure… I just need to relax.

"Good girl," Eric says as his cock edges deeper.

I take a breath, enjoying the feeling of fullness.

"That's it," he says, "all the way now."

He takes my hips and pulls me down gently until my ass has swallowed him whole, and then he takes my arms and eases me backwards, until I'm lying with my back flat to his chest, my pussy splayed, ready for Jack.

"Relax," he says. "You can take it. Trust us. We'll make it feel so good."

I don't doubt that for a second. Jack grabs some lube from the dresser and lathers himself up slick, but I don't care about lube. I just want him inside me.

Holy fuck, this has escalated like a firebomb. I'm still clothed in a satin dress and stilettos, with a stud of a guy still suited and booted underneath me, with nothing but his cock free – that's how fucking desperate we are for the action. At least one of us is naked. I admire Jack's ripped torso as he smirks at me, taking the heels of my stilettos in each hand.

"Ready for this?" he asks, grinding his cock against my slit. He catches my clit on purpose, making me gasp.

"You'd better try it and see, hadn't you?" I sound so fucking cheeky. So dirty.

He doesn't reply, just grins at me as he works his thick, fat cock inside my pussy while his boyfriend's massive dick is plugging my ass.

And fuck if I don't experience something new.

Something overwhelming.

Lust.

Primal lust.

Grunting, as he works cock inside me.

Hot breaths on my neck from Eric as he holds me tight, squeezing my tits hard.

Gasps from me as the pain of the stretch morphs into pleasure and yes, it's like we're playing in a cloud of beautiful hazy lust.

This is desperation. Carnal desperation that knows no bounds. And these guys – the courteous Eric and Jack – are animals, needing to unload.

"Fuck me," I hiss as they both hit balls deep. "Just fucking fuck me!"

Right now, Holly is nothing but two holes being used by two desperate cocks, slamming in sync, then alternating. Their balls must be mashing, and their breaths are quickening, and I'm crying out like a needy bitch as they reach their peak in unison. The thrill of hearing them losing control is enough to light up my dirty soul. I'm gritting my teeth and riding high as their balls empty inside me.

"Shit," Jack says, collapsing on top of the pair of us, with his sweaty forehead on my shoulder. So much for his shower earlier. "Well, goodbye to the plan of action. That was well and truly off script."

I laugh against his ear as Eric curses from underneath me.

"So, what was the plan of action?" I ask.

"To at least get a taste of your pussy before we blew our loads inside you," Jack says. "We're selfish bastards."

"Nah," I say, still rocking on a high. "You're not selfish at all. That was a seriously hot double pounding."

Jack raises himself. "Lovely sentiment, but I think it might be time to remedy it."

"Yeah?" I ask, then moan as he moves his way down my body, peppering me with kisses all the way.

"Pull your dirty cock free, Eric," Jack tells his boyfriend, and I wince as Eric hitches me up far enough that his dick thumps out of me. I feel the dribble of cum he's left behind. I must be a mess of it. A sloppy mess of cum from both greedy holes.

Jack lowers his mouth between my legs, lapping his cum from my pussy and squirming his tongue around my clit – just a taster. He lowers himself further, and Eric groans underneath me as Jack turns his attention to his boyfriend's dirty cock. Sure, I've douched myself clean, but still, it's ass to mouth. One of the things I love most.

I hear Jack's wet mouth sucking him hard again. And then dirty Jack is digging at my ass with the tip of his tongue, pleasuring us both. Sucking, lapping, teasing. Eric keeps me in place, hands kneading my tits and teasing my nipples and fuck, I'm moaning all over again, it feels so good.

I don't care about how dirty Jack's mouth is as he moves his attention back to my pussy, swirling his filthy tongue around my clit. His mouth is wet, with the kind of slickness that only comes from a lovely gooey load of cum, and he uses it well. He sucks my pussy with a dirty mouth full of cum, and I'm squirming in no time. I'm already so sensitive it's hard to keep sane, and I need the release. I need it so bad.

I cry out as Jack breaks contact because I can't stand it. I buck my hips, aching for his mouth, but he addresses his boyfriend, not me.

"Get back inside her, Eric. I want her full when she comes."

Jack helps guide Eric's cock back inside my ass – already swollen hard for another go. I clench my burning muscles around him, lolling my head back with a gasp as Jack shoves four fingers into my pussy and makes them squirm. Ah, more stretch… more lovely, lovely stretch.

Jack sucks on my clit as he squirms his fingers in my cunt – his boyfriend's massive cock slowly working in and out of my asshole – and this may be a paid job, and it should be about their pleasure not mine, but I swear on my filthy fucking soul, these guys are all out for me right now. They're all out for me and my pleasure.

Jack makes me come so hard I'm a fucking wreck, squealing and wriggling in Erics arms as I flood with the sensation. I lose it to everything but the way I'm cresting, coming without restraint or concern. But of course… I have other specialities now. Ones that my own filthy hot boyfriend has unlocked in me…

I flood with more than just sensation when I come this time… I flood with my pussy as well. I squirt around Jack's squirming fingers, flooding Eric's dick and trousers as well as the bedsheets underneath me, and I can't stop. I couldn't hold back if I tried.

Jack's face says it all as he looks up at me in the aftermath. He has a grin of a schoolboy, like he's just been given a prize.

"Fucking hell, Eric," he says. "Take a look at this."

Eric sits me up, and I straddle his legs with mine splayed wide. Fuck. There's a huge wet patch underneath us where I've squirted, and it's growing. My pussy is still dripping.

"Sorry," I say to the guys. "I should have warned you. It's an, um… unexpected new ability of mine. My apologies for soaking your trousers, Eric."

He laughs in my ear. "That unexpected new ability is incredibly welcome. I hope you'll be giving us another decent soaking before the night is through."

"No doubt about that," I say, wincing as he helps me to my feet.

Shit, I'm limping on my stilettos as I take Jack's arm for balance. I'm already so used up, my legs are wobbly. But we've only just started. We've still got another five hours to go.

Five whole hours of filth and fun time.

What a pleasure.

Jack is back in the shower for the second time this evening, along with Eric and I once we've cast off our clothes. The three of us soap each other down in a heady daze, and Jack dashes out to grab a bottle of champagne from the minibar. We take it in turns to down a mouthful of fizz from the bottle – and one bottle leads to the next. Wow, it's quite a shower party. I suck both guys' cocks a little while we wash, drink, and talk, taking it steady, but there's no denying that the tension is building. I have to stop with the sucking pretty sharp during each round as time goes on, making sure I'm filling their balls without bursting them.

They give me as good as they get, of course – such a generous couple. One mouth on each tit always feels amazing, especially when the mouths concerned are owned by such gorgeous men. For a couple of guys who spend the majority of their sex lives fucking each other, they are pretty damn skilled when it comes to tit play. They have me panting fresh, my clit sparking over again from the electricity that travels down from my nipples. Yeah, they've got me good, and they keep on giving.

We chat, and laugh. I sit on the dresser, naked in the aftermath, sipping a fresh bottle of fizz and admiring the crazy hot view of Eric and Jack sucking each other's cocks in front of me. One after the other, in alternation. What a fucking show. I could watch it all night long, and I'd revel in every moment, but this is their show, and my performance, not the other way round.

Eric, Jack and I are nearly four bottles of champagne in by the time the action starts up again in earnest.

I've got to keep my head together, but it's so hard when business and pleasure blur like this.

If only Josh was here as well. If only this really WAS pleasure as well as business. Because I'm pretty damned sure Josh would enjoy it. I think he'd love it, too.

Eric, Jack and I are a mass of three horny bodies when we take up position back on the bed together. It's so much more brutal to be face fucked when your head is pinned flat against a mattress than it is in a shower, bobbing your head at your own free will. The guys make me gag so hard that I retch up a stream of champagne through both my nose and mouth at once – still fizzing. Yet another thing to soak their posh hotel bedsheets with…

Oh hell, it makes us roar with filthy laughter.

I'm still snorting with fizz and giggling when I catch sight of a clock on one of the bedside tables. Fuck, the minutes really have been ticking by.

"Come on," I encourage them. "How about my face takes less action now and you turn your attention to my other treasures, hmm? We don't want to run out of time."

I hold my knees to my chest to illustrate, pushing two fingers in my pussy and two in my ass. Eric lets out a happy groan. "Time sure flies when you're having fun."

Understatement.

"Come on, Jack, she's right," he says. "Our dirty gothic princess is in need of some serious double play. Wouldn't want her leaving here without stretching her to the absolute limit, the kinky little minx deserves it."

"So do you, since you're paying for it," I say again, trying to remind them exactly what I signed up for here.

Double cock in the pussy. Double cock in the ass. They are both still there – boxes to be ticked, gladly.

Even through the champagne, filth and laughter, my heart starts pounding with nerves when Eric grabs the bottle of lube. It's a big one. I take a look at the sizes of their swollen veined cocks, and the seriousness of the situation dawns on me, fresh through the haze.

I'm going to be taking both cocks in my backside in one go. Just the thought is enough to make my battered ass throb in pain.

The guys don't go for my ass yet, though. It's all about my pussy.

Eric and Jack are so attentive as they slather me in lube. They take it in turns with their fingers first – stretching me deeper and deeper, wider and wider. They go agonisingly slowly, but with solid force every step of the way. It's a painful slow burner, but it's a road that leads to the top. No mistake about that.

I'm off the scale horny again before I know it.

"Do it," I say, when Eric is up to the widest part of his big knuckles. "Give me your dicks now, please. I'm ready for it." I push back against Eric's hand, wanting more. "I need it! Please. Just fuck me!"

Eric looks at Jack before he answers me, and they exchange a smirk.

"Fine," he says. "Let's get ready to rumble. You'd better mean what you say, Holly, because this isn't going to be an easy ride."

"I don't do easy rides," I tell him with a tipsy wink.

"And that's why we love you," he says.

This time it's Jack's turn to lie on his back on the bed.

I straddle him easily, his big cock sliding deep, squelching with lube.

"Nice," Jack says, groping at my tits until Eric shunts me forward onto his chest.

I smile as I remember how they lined their cocks up last time around. They held them gripped together, making me reverse back onto them like they were one solid pole.

"Steady," Eric says, but I don't give a fuck about steady anymore, I want them inside me. I want to be double fucked. Right now.

I push my hips backwards, spearing myself on both cocks at once, and the guys take over – instincts grabbing control. The true filthy action of the proposal spills into life.

Two big cocks stretch my pussy wide open, but I grip them with every bit of strength I have. Pelvic floor has become my best friend, so what a battle. The guys fuck my pussy so hard that I'm squelching lube everywhere, keening like a feral cat as they plough me. Fuck the size of this hotel suite – other guests can probably hear us downstairs, especially when the guys start grunting and groaning, too.

"No coming," Jack tells Eric from underneath. "Remember what you wanted? You wanted double anal. You wanted us to shoot together in her stretched, used ass."

Hell, how I love hearing them talk about me like this. I want to be their stretched, used slut with a gaping asshole. It only makes me more determined to live up to the proposal.

"I could come so easily right now," Eric says, quickening his thrusts.

"Yeah, so could I," Jack replies. "But we'd be missing out. We need her ass." He takes hold of my hair. "We need your ass, Holly, and I'm sorry, but it's going to be a rough one. We're fit to burst."

I lick my watering lips. "So do it. Take me. Fill my slut ass."

Oh, the sound it makes as they both pull out of my stretched cunt and leave me gaping.

Another squelch of lube gets smeared between my ass cheeks, and I do nothing but groan as Eric tries to get me ready for it. He works his fingers in my ass right the way up to the knuckles, and then he holds it there.

"Use your cock against my hand," he tells Jack, and I close my eyes, readying myself as Jack repositions himself underneath me. Eric is still stretching my ass open when Jack gets his cock in line and pushes. He thrusts inside me, his cock tight against Eric's hand, until it gets deeper, and oh my God, it fucking hurts.

"Take it, Holly," Eric says. "It'll get easier. Just ride out the pain."

My ass is burning up so bad that my eyes are watering. I get temporary relief when Eric pulls out his fingers, but that relief doesn't last long. Feeling his donkey dick trying to force its way in alongside Jack's is a sensation I've been conjuring up in my fantasies. This is hardcore. This is a box on a list I've been wanting to tick for months.

Or years, even… under the surface.

I say a silent thanks for the champagne haze and give myself up to the trust I have in these two guys and let them take over. My ass is theirs, and they can decide how to get the most out of it. They work their way in slowly, pushing then easing as they stretch me around their cocks an inch at a time, and then – when they are finally in, full and deep – they work their huge dicks the way they were born for. Deep and rough.

They aren't the only ones who were born for deep and rough, either. I'm a whore possessed as they take me, because that's what I want. That's what I crave. Deep and rough. I want my ass to be a gaping mess when I get home later and display my battle wounds to Josh. I want him to be impressed by how much I've taken tonight. Proud.

I can't wait for him to see two guys' cum still dribbling out of me, along with a shit ton of lube. If only I'd thought to bring a butt plug. Damn! I'll have to keep myself clenched as tight as I can.

"Harder!" I tell my clients. "Please! Harder!"

"We'll tear you to shit if we fuck you harder," Eric says, his breaths shallow as he pounds me.

"I don't care," I say. "I want to be gaping. I want to be used. I want to earn every fucking penny, so fuck me! Fuck my ass with everything you've got!"

What a filthy invitation, and oh, how they use it.

I'm pummelled to all hell by my two clients, using their huge cocks like weapons and stretching my asshole like a torn up tunnel. I might be burning, swollen, pink and bloody, but I'm loving every filthy second.

That's the truth.

I love it.

I love being the slut that they deserve.

It's an explosion of epic proportions when they finally reach their peak and come inside me.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I'm surprised I can brave the pain of the aftermath when they pull out and help me to lie down.

"Are you alright?" Eric asks me with a look of genuine concern on his face, but I'm smiling through the high.

"Yes, thank you. I'll survive. And if I don't, what a way to go."

"Please, don't even think of being fatalistic." Eric laughs. "We're hoping to book you for at least a million more proposals before you pass away."

It takes me a few minutes to recover enough to risk even the slightest bit of movement, but I do ok when I face it – with help from Eric and Jack, of course. Such gentlemen. They make sure I'm up and steady before letting me stand on my own two feet.

"There," I say. "I'll survive. No big deal."

Jack smirks at that. "Is that a challenge for us to fuck you harder next time?"

I wink. "Maybe. Let's see, shall we?"

We down the rest of the bottle of champagne in the afterglow, but I don't stay long – giving them a kiss and a hug, and a see you again before I waddle away on my stilettos, clenching my teeth against the pain. I have to lower myself into the cab so slowly that the driver gives me a tut and a shake of the head, but that's tough. I'll throw him a tip as a bonus.

My five-star review has already landed when the cab turns the corner towards Belgravia. I get a glow of pride as I read Eric's words.

Incredible. Just incredible. This girl is the finest in the business, and her ass was a dirty flower from heaven. Such a pleasure to tear up and leave her gaping.

Holly, you are a vixen, a tease, a wanton whore, and our dream girl.

We're so happy you make our perfect duo a filthy trio in the most needily filthy of ways.

I get a notification on my banking app when the payment comes in, and find that Eric and Jack have given me an extra thousand pounds as a bonus. I get another bout of flutters as I see the balance. So many emotions.

Pride. Lust. Pain. Happiness. Gratitude.

Love – for my job.

But not morning after syndrome.

My true love is waiting back home for me.

I look up at the Belgravia towers when they come into view, and the butterflies fluttering inside me this time feel greater than ever before.

I can't wait to tell Josh what I've been up to and take advantage of the aftermath. We'll be playing right the way through until dawn.

And I wouldn't put it past my filthy boyfriend to actually have a dessert spoon waiting.