Chapter 36

I'm fixatedon Heath's hands as he presents my wine glass. I even recognise his fingers from Nighttime Whispers. He'll be using them on me soon. Me AND Josh. And as for his mouth. His lips. His cock. Now that is something I haven't seen onscreen…

"How long have you been with The Agency?" he asks me.

Fuck, I've heard his voice so often it gives me tingles.

"A few months. I started in November."

"You must be speeding up the naughty list, then." He gives me the smirk I've seen hundreds of times onscreen. "I know Josh wouldn't have brought along a woman who wasn't confident at getting dirty. And, of course, one who can keep a really big secret."

He looks over at Josh as though he wants to eat him up, and I have to shift from one foot to the other. My pussy is aching at the thought of seeing Josh fucking Heath Mason's throat. I'm desperate to hear the superstar choke on it, like I do. I'm desperate to see him taking Josh's thick dick in his ass, and desperate to see him pounding Josh, desperate to share the playtime. I'm desperate for fucking everything. EVERYTHING.

Heath seems curious as well as horny, though. He takes a seat on the black brocade sofa and pats the seat next to him.

"Hey, Holly, come on over. Let's get to know each other."

Josh sits on the arm of the sofa next to Heath as I take my seat. I lean back and part my legs enough to let him know I'm horny, but our client only squeezes my knee.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to jump you right from the off."

I have to laugh. "You'd be more than welcome to."

"That's good to know."

Josh lays a hand on Heath's shoulder. "Holly loves Nighttime Whispers. She can't get enough of it. Mega fan."

"Ah, did you tell her about me before you arrived?"

"No. Or she'd have probably fainted en route."

Heath shifts his attention back to me. "Josh knows me very well. He clearly knew that you're exactly the kind of girl I go crazy for."

I get flutters. Heath Mason wants me. ME!

There are a million questions I could ask him. I'd love to hear everything there is to know about Nighttime Whispers. About him. His acting. What he likes for breakfast. What his cutlery looks like. I take a sip of wine to try to slow my thoughts down.

"What kind of things turn you on?" he asks. "I haven't seen your profile."

"Um, just about everything. Everything I've tried so far, anyway."

"Have you seen Josh fuck another man yet?"

"No, this is the first time we've… worked together."

"Really? Well, Josh must have quite some faith in your talents."

I smile. "I just hope his faith is justified."

"We'll soon find out."

He clinks his glass to mine, and then twists towards Josh. The adoration he shows as he lays his hand on my boyfriend's thigh makes my heart pang. It feels so real.

"Did you miss me?"

"Miss you? Nah. Barely even thought about you."

"You're a crap actor," Heath says, and Josh smirks.

"Guess I won't be on the set of Nighttime Whispers, then."

"Not unless you're in my trailer, taking a pounding."

"Or vice versa. I'd love to fuck your ass between scenes."

"Has Josh been in your trailer?" I ask, unable to help myself.

"No, not yet. I try to keep my work life and my um… personal life separate."

I had no idea Heath Mason was bi. He's often been linked to some actress or another, but he's never announced being in a serious relationship with anyone.

I can't control my filter, I'm too in awe, but I choose my words carefully.

"How come you found The Agency? A guy like you could have pretty much anyone you want, whenever you want them."

Heath laughs. "It was recommended to me. And thanks for the compliment, but I don't think I want a story about my ass being fisted hitting the news anytime soon."

"Talking of ass," Josh says. "Come on, Heath. My cock is straining."

"Same goes. I'm just making an effort with Holly. Rein your gorgeous cock in a tiny bit, will you?"

Josh raises his eyebrows. "An effort? Right. I see."

There is so much chemistry between them, it's making me buzz.

"Tell me a bit about yourself," the actor says, and I don't know how to reply. I really don't.

Does he want to know about my filthy preferences, or my actual life? I look at Josh for guidance, but he shrugs. I opt for honesty.

"My parents live in Australia, and I wanted to build up some cash to go and visit them. Luckily, I've always been a dirty girl, so the idea of having filthy sex and getting paid for it was a perfect situation. Turns out that I love it. It's my dream job."

"Right. Good call. Do you have a partner?"

I try not to look at Josh.

"Yes, I do."

"Do they have any issues with it?"

"No. None at all. He, um, enjoys the filthy life himself."

Heath's eyes are piercing. "And what about the rest of you, Holly? Outside of sex work. What do you like?"

I have to laugh. "I love Nighttime Whispers, actually. You may have heard of it? Vampires, and hot goths are a big thing for me."

I'm settling down now. Heath's demeanour makes it easy. Confident and relaxed. There's not a bit of arrogance about him, but there is quite a lot of filth, I can sense it. Tension brewing.

His blue eyes are so bright. "Hot goths are a big thing for me too, actually. We have something in common."

"Yes, we do."

His fingers are solid as they stroke their way up my thigh. Heath has no hesitation whatsoever in rubbing my slit through my panties. And I have no hesitation in relaxing back and opening my legs wider for him.

"I really crave pussy sometimes," he says. "Josh is everything a man could offer and more, but he doesn't have a cunt, and he doesn't have tits to die for."

Heath looks me in the eye, smiles as he rubs at my clit over my panties. "Josh knew that was one of my stipulations the first time I asked him to bring a plus-one. Must have tits to die for. And he chose well. I'm guessing he chose well again?"

His eyes drop to my cleavage, so I tug my dress down to show him mine.

"Yeah, I guessed right," Heath says, and he licks his lips before lowering his head.

I run my fingers through his lovely long hair as he sucks at my nipple, and it's like a dream. I almost beg him to bite me like the Count would, but I hold back as he works a path of lingering kisses up my neck, and then he kisses me full on. Hot and heavy, right on the lips.

This can't be right.

Heath Mason's tongue claims mine, and my heart explodes. I'm a fangirl hooker, who's being paid to act out my own fantasy.

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back for all I'm worth, grinding against his hand until he grants me the grace of pulling my panties to the side. He tests me with two fingers, and I use every ounce of pelvic floor to grip them hard. He breaks the kiss at that, and turns to Josh.

"Holly's so damn tight. Are you sure she'll be able to take us?"

Josh winks. "One hundred percent."

"He's right," I say. "One hundred percent. Test me."

"Test you?"

I nod in his face, then brush my lips against his. "Come on, Heath. Test me."

Two fingers turn to three, but I want to show him. I need to show him.

"More, please," I say.

"So fucking tight," he replies, gasping as I clench. He has to battle to get the fourth inside me. I train at keeping my pussy tight just as hard as Josh trains his abs every morning.

"She likes a really strong angle," Josh says. "Press to the front." Josh leans over as Heath tilts his hand. "Yeah, that's it. Like that. She fucking loves it."

Heath looks at him. "First time working together? Really?"

I take Heath's wrist as he lands on the spot. "He's right. Just like that. Please. And more. Make me take it. That's what you like, isn't it? Stretch play?"

The Count drops his gentlemanly edge at that, and I grin, knowing I'm stirring the beast.

"Yeah, I like stretching. You have no fucking idea."

I clench around his fingers, three times in quick succession.

"Then show me."

He twists his fingers inside me and I feel it when he scissors them. "You might not be so eager when you get a piece of Josh's massive cock along with mine. We might have some surprises in store."

"You're teasing now." I pull at my nipples. "You'll get me off in no time if you keep up with that. I'm already drenching your sofa."

"Let's get upstairs, then," he says, and yanks his hand from my pussy, making me gasp.

And my God, Heath Mason licks and sucks his fingers clean.

"I think you deserve a bonus for this," he says to Josh. "Tits to die for, an eager tight cunt, and a gorgeous goth to boot."

"You ain't seen nothing yet," Josh says, "Holly is…" he grins at me, "… amazing."

"I've got no doubt about that," Heath says and pushes to his feet, taking me by the hand as he goes.

Josh is behind me on the stairs, and he trails his fingers up my back. I wish I could spin around and kiss him. I owe him one for sharing such a hot bastard with me. What a team.

I guess that will have to wait until we get home, though.

Heath's bedroom is massive – hardly a surprise – and it's a gothic fucking dream, like the rest of his place. The theme is deep purple and black, and plenty of it. His headboard is shaped like a church window, black arched iron around mirrors. His bedsheets are jet black, clearly thick and made of hotel cotton, and he shoves me down onto them with a tumble.

I kick off my heels and scrabble into position, wide eyed at the prospect of what's coming next.

"Want to see what you're in for?" Heath asks me.

"Yes, please."

Heath goes for Josh's jeans and frees my favourite cock in the world. It's at its full veined glory. Piercings glistening. If only Heath knew how well I can take that thing.

Guess he'll find out.

I give a huge grin and a nod. "That's really fucking hot."

"I know," Heath says, and frees his own dick.

Holy fucking shit, my jaw almost hits the floor, because they are almost fucking identical. Heath Mason has a Jacob's ladder. Six barbells up his shaft, just like Josh. He's thick, too. Really fucking thick, with one hell of a head on him.

"Surprise," he says to me, and I slap a hand across my mouth.

Damn it. Josh has been giving me smirking little hints, and I didn't know it. I didn't have a clue.

Heath Mason has a ladder. A fucking ladder. Taking one is intense, taking two will be… quite something. I have to rub my clit at the prospect, I can't stop myself. I want them to fill me up, both of them, like a dirty bitch.

"Josh was my inspiration," Heath says, as he strips himself naked. Yeah, he looks as good as I imagined. "I went with my hair in a fucking bun underneath a baseball cap to disguise myself when I got them done."

"It was worth the risk," Josh says, smiling proud. "Look what a beauty it turned into."

Josh drops to his knees, looking up at our client with his gorgeous green eyes before licking a path right the way up Heath's dick. He sucks him into his mouth like an absolute pro, using his throat like he was born to take it.

I can't tear my eyes away. My boyfriend is giving his throat to a pierced dick, staring up at Heath like he's a dirty god, and I want a piece, too.

"Can I join in?" I ask, and Heath gestures me over.

"The more the merrier. I'm always happy to share."

Turns out, so am I. I'd share Josh with this guy any day of the week. I'm going to be so jealous when they're fucking without me – missing out on their hot action. Bodica can piss off. I want every double act I can get from now on.

Better start earning it…

Josh offers me Heath's cock when I drop to my knees beside him. I take it slow, savouring the taste of every inch – still slick from my boyfriend's spit. I tease his piercings, like I tease Josh's. I know how to flick my tongue and catch the barbells with my teeth – just a little.

"You've done this before," Heath says, with his head tipped back. "You know how to work a ladder. I bet your hot little pussy knows the same."

"Sure does," I say, and take him right to the back of my throat, sucking like a desperate bitch.

"Deeper," Josh groans, and takes a fistful of my hair. "Show Heath how good you are. You can go way fucking deeper than that."

I open my throat, and let Josh take over my actions – slamming my mouth onto Heath's dick, and then holding me in position, my eyes watering as I struggle for breath. Fuck, he pushes me. He only releases me when I'm about to choke for real, but I remind myself that I'm a hardcorer. I merely suck in a few deep breaths with my tits heaving before I open my mouth wide for another go. Heath's hand is in my hair along with Josh's this time, both of them using leverage, faster and faster and fucking faster. I'm such a fuck doll, it's a surreal delight.

My eyes are streaming when they let me take some more breaths, and I use the chance to smile at Josh.

"Your turn. Show me what you can do."

"Is this a competition?"

"More like a cock sucking lesson. Show me what you've got, Josh."

"Gladly."

Holy fuck, how my boyfriend manages his own throat. He takes Heath right the way in, and I see his throat bob, but he doesn't gag, just opens his mouth wide, jaw lolling beautifully so his spit dribbles free. I'm lost in the zone now, utterly consumed. I drop myself lower so I can catch the spit from Josh's lips with my tongue, trying to kiss him as he sucks another man's cock.

Heath lets us play, both of us sharing cock and kisses while he watches us. We get a damn good game underway before he's moaning and clenching his thighs.

"Enough," he says. "It's my turn now."

Josh gets to his feet, and it's Heath on his knees next to me this time. Heath knows how to suck cock too, no doubt about that. He swirls his tongue around the head of Josh's dick in just the way he likes it, and I smile. Yep. He knows my boyfriend well.

Josh takes a moment between sucks to kick his shoes off and drop his jeans. Then he tugs off his t-shirt and he's naked. He's a ripped Adonis, as always. I'm so proud to have a boyfriend like him. I'd love to tell Heath.

That man is my boyfriend, you know that? I get that hot fucking cock whenever I want it.

I watch my onscreen idol get face fucked as Josh rams his cock in deep. I see the Count's eyes water as he gags like the rest of us, retching on veined flesh and barbells. So, I do what I did with Josh. I lean lower and lap the dribbling spit from Heath's lip, moaning as I beg for more.

"Share," I whisper. "Please, Heath, share."

Josh gives us his cock one after the other, until we're a whirlwind of mouths and tongues, with a thrusting dick between us.

"I'm gonna come soon," Josh warns, and Heath breaks the contact.

"Not yet, we've only just begun."

Josh laughs. "I know that, Heath. That's why I'm warning you. Don't worry, I've got plenty banked up, but we don't want to shoot one off too soon, do we?"

"No, we definitely don't. Too many goods on offer."

"Yeah, so how about we show Holly what we're capable of now? You wanted tight cunt, didn't you?" Josh points me towards the bed. "Give Heath your cunt, Holly. Show him what a good choice I made."

I do what my boyfriend tells me. I peel off my dress, slip out of my panties and take position on Heath's bed, splaying my pussy lips as wide as I can. I'm smooth and shaved, presented like a filthy butterfly as Heath comes towards me. His eyes are transfixed.

"Taste me," I say to him. "Please. It's my turn."

I can't stop myself staring down as Heath Mason laps at my splayed slit with his gorgeous tongue. He looks back up at me with the eyes I adore and caresses his tongue against my clit. It's so fucking good.

Heath's tongue isn't pierced like Josh's, though. He doesn't know me like Josh does. And Josh knows it…

My boyfriend gets up close to the action, and smirks at me before stroking Heath's hair.

"Let me show you," he says. "You want to get your money's worth, right? So let me show you how."

"Please do."

Josh doesn't hold back on the demonstration. He hooks four fingers inside me, hitting the fucking spot and sending my ass from the bed.

"More," I say, "Please…"

"Look at that," Josh says. "She's gagging for it."

He twists his fingers and I cry out, trying to work myself onto them.

"Time to give her your cock," Josh says. "Ladder her, Heath. Circle your hips hard until she's groaning like a whore."

"Fucking hell, yes."

Heath is straight up on top of me, set to impale, and it's familiar – each barbell digging its way inside me. He takes my wrists in his hands and pins them up over my head, and he uses his full weight, working his cock in and out of me, hips circling with every thrust, just like Josh told him.

"Kiss her," Josh says, and I look at my boyfriend over Heath's shoulder, seeing the lust in his eyes. "Go on, kiss her."

I love the taste of both cock and pussy on Heath's tongue. I love the sensation building in my cunt as he fucks me hard.

"How about you, you ready?" Josh asks, and he must be talking to Heath, because Heath nods, panting in my face.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

I hear Josh spit, and Heath pauses, his cock deep inside me as he grits his teeth and groans.

"Lighten up, that's only three fingers," Josh laughs.

"I guess it's been too fucking long, then."

"Get it in the calendar sooner next time."

"Don't worry. I will." Heath's breaths are right in my face. "Just do it, Josh. Get your fucking cock in me."

"Show me you're ready, then. Fuck Holly's tight wet cunt, and back yourself onto my fingers like you mean it. Stop being a fucking pussy."

"You'll pay for your words in a bit," Heath hisses, but he does what's he's told.

We're both a groaning mess as he fucks me, and it's a crazy thrill, knowing Josh's fingers are stretching Heath's ass with every thrust. Heath curses particularly loudly on one slam of his hips, and I guess Josh must have added a fourth finger, but it only spurs Heath on.

"That enough of a demonstration for you, Josh?" he says, fucking me like a demon. "Now get your dick in me, right to the balls."

I can read the pop of every barbell from the moans Heath makes as my boyfriend shunts his cock inside him. I know the feeling. My ass clenches on instinct. I want a ladder in mine, too. Either one will do.

"Steady, Heath," Josh says, but there is no steady as Heath starts up the rhythm. He fucks me just as hard as before, crying out with curses as Josh gives it back to him. "Don't come inside her yet," Josh says. "I want to show you what she can take."

"Bastard," Heath grunts. "I'm ready to unload."

I'm ready for him to unload, too. My pussy is working to its own tune, speared by metal, and my own orgasm is building in line with his. I nearly protest and beg to take Heath's cum, but Josh is clearly in control here. He pulls out and slaps Heath's ass.

"Trust me, baby," Josh says, and I have no idea who he is talking to now. Me or Heath, or both of us.

I don't care.

Josh lies flat on the bed and hoists me onto him, my back to his chest. He lifts up my legs and grabs my knees, showing off both my needy holes to Heath.

"Get her ass ready," my boyfriend says. "You've worked her pussy up good, now get her ass open wide." Josh's mouth is by my ear. "That's what you want, isn't it, baby? You want your ass stretched."

"Yes, please. Stretch me." My mind is gone, lost in sexual pleasure. Heath reaches into a bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube, and I grin to myself. "Stretch me, Heath. Get me ready."

Three fingers are a gorgeous stretch with lube. I hear the sloppiness as he pumps them in and out, but it's not enough. Josh must read my movements.

"More," he tells Heath. "Give her more."

Four fingers hurt, but I want it. I move against the thrusts, gasping when he twists and turns. I love the feeling of his knuckles. And more than anything I love that Heath Mason is making my filthy ass squelch.

"Holly, you're a hot horny slut, you know that?" Heath says.

"Oh, yeah. I know it."

"Look inside her ass. See how deep and dirty she goes," Josh says, and Heath's fingers move, hooking and spreading. It's so fucking invasive, I love it.

"Dirty…" I say. "That's so fucking dirty."

"Just wait, baby," Josh says by my ear, and I know he's smiling. "You think this is dirty, just wait until you see what's coming. You have no idea how deep you can see inside someone's fucking ass, but you're going to. You're going to see nice and fucking clear."

I sigh at his filthy words. "Can I touch my clit, please? I need to come," I say, not really sure who I'm asking.

"No," Josh replies. "You'll take two thick ladders like a good slut."

Heath holds me open while Josh hitches me higher, and I feel the head of Josh's thick cock line up with my ass, ready to go.

"Yes!" I pant. "Fuck me, Josh! Give it to me!"

I groan when Josh pushes all the way into my ass. He's so thick. So fucking thick. My breaths turn shallow when Heath lines up between my legs, his body sandwiching me with Josh's. Fuck, here it comes. I moan as I feel the head of his laddered cock sliding up and down my slit. They're going to tandem me with two fucking ladders.

"Ready?" Heath asks me.

"Fuck, yes."

My body protests, but I don't.

Josh holds still, his cock buried deep in my ass, and Heath is gentle as he eases into my pussy.

Fuck, the stretch is divine as Heath slowly pushes in, barbells nudging over barbells through the wall of my pussy.

"Christ all fucking mighty," Heath says when I'm filled up. "That feels so…"

"Perfect," I finish for him. "Please fuck me."

Heath gives a slow thrust and so does Josh. It fucking hurts, catches, burns, but I push back, working into a rhythm, and I'm delirious as I'm filled up with two cocks, the piercings singing to me in a whole new mind-blowing tune, two massive dicks ribbed with steel. I fucking love it.

"Dirty girl," Josh says to me as Heath shunts deep. "That's my gorgeous little slut. I'm so proud."

"Thanks, baby," I reply. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"You two have been lying, haven't you?" Heath asks, still thrusting. "You've worked together before, that much is obvious."

I shake my head, eyes on Heath's as he fucks me. "No. We haven't. I promise. We've never worked together before."

I'm thinking of ways we can hide it, but Josh kisses my ear, his breaths tickling.

"Let's be honest, shall we? How would you feel about it?"

"I'd be fine with it," I say, my eyes still on my idol of a lover as he slams my pussy in a frenzy.

"Go on," Heath says. "Tell me. Tell me the fucking truth and stop dicking about with it."

We're all grunting, the three of us, my ass and pussy taking two men's thrusts at once.

"This is Ella, not Holly," Josh tells Heath. "Her real name is Ella."

"Ella," Heath says with a dirty smile. "Pleased to meet you."

"And Ella's not just my coworker," Josh tells him with a moan. "She's my girlfriend."