Chapter 6

Chapter Six

User 829– Male. 46.

I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours.

And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

Duration – 5 hours.

Proposal price – £1600.

User 829 isn’tone for niceties, that much is obvious. He steps aside to let me pass, and eyes me up like I’m just a toy for his amusement. Nothing more.

He’s right, I guess. I’m Holly here – the goth girl who’s going to take his cock in her ass hard and rough, and call him Sir for five hours straight.

Time to get in the zone.

I shrug my coat off, draping it over the back of a chair so he can see me in my full glory. I give him a little curtsy, holding the ruffles of my tutu, and use the word of the night for the very first time.

“Hello, Sir. Pleased to meet you.”

“You, too. Your safe word is flag according to the system. Is that right?”

“Yes, it is.”

I left the red out of it when I set it up. No point going for overkill…

His voice is deep enough to give credit to his appearance. I try to hide my trembles as the mountain of a man walks over to the mini bar at the far side of the room. He has a bottle of whisky already open with a shot glass in use, but takes out a fresh bottle of champagne from the fridge and holds it up for me.

“Do you like champagne, Holly?”

Fuck, how I love champagne, I just rarely get the chance to afford it.

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

He smirks. “If you promise to be a good girl, you can have some.”

“I’d love that, Sir. I’ll be a very good girl, I promise.”

I have goosebumps up my arms, I’m so fucking anxious, but there is no doubt about it – User 829 is making me really damn horny. I’ve never come close to fucking a guy like him.

He’s not in a designer suit, just a tight hugging t-shirt, and a pair of decent black jeans, but that makes no odds. He oozes confidence.

“Demonstrate how good a girl you are,” he says, and clicks his fingers towards the floor as though I’m a puppy in training. “Get down and crawl to me.”

The carpet is plush under my knees and palms as I crawl across the room like he wants me to. I look up at the bulky tower of a man when I reach him, and he pops the champagne cork, but he doesn’t get a glass for me.

“Open your mouth,” he says, and holds the bottle, tipped ever so gently. He feeds me, giving me just one tiny mouthful at a time.

It tastes delicious, and it feels fucking filthy to drink it like this.

“Want some more?” he asks, and I nod, mouth still open. “You’d better say please then, hadn’t you? Mind your manners.”

“Please, Sir. I’d love some more.”

“Good girl. You’re learning. Don’t worry, I know your profile is new, Holly.”

He gives me more champagne, just a trickle at a time, teasing, and I let my mouth fill right up before I swallow. I’m sure he can hear the fizz at the back of my throat.

“That’s enough for now,” he says. “I don’t want a drunk little plaything. I want a sober one.”

That’s a shame, because I’d love to down the whole bottle.

He doesn’t speak as he loosens his belt and drops his jeans. My eyes must be like saucers, because the size of his cock fits in with the rest of him. He’s so tall he has to crouch to slap his dick against my tongue like a long, thick truncheon. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to fit him in my mouth, but he answers that question for me. His hand is so huge it practically covers the back of my head, and he uses it as leverage – sliding his beast of a cock right to the back of my throat.

Fuck, I nearly throw up my champagne.

User 829 uses my throat like I’m a toy, and I take everything I’m given. I have no chance to moan or whimper, just gargle and retch as he tilts up my head and thrusts deeper. I feel so cheap as he wraps my pigtails around his fists, still pumping into me as he barks out some new instructions.

“Get your tits out, Holly. Now.”

I struggle to loosen my bodice since I’m rocking so bad. Just as well he’s supporting me by my own fucking hair to enable me to do it. I let my tits free and hold them up for him.

“That’s a good girl. Fucking beautiful.”

He pulls his cock from my throat, and a big stream of spit spews right down my cleavage.

“Rub it in,” he says, and I do. I rub my spit into my tits, focusing on my nipples.

I’m still rubbing myself when User 829 gives me another dog click, gesturing over to the bed. I scrabble to my feet, dashing over there.

“On your back,” he tells me.

I nod, still catching my breath from the face fucking, feeling tiny as he kneels up and over me. He mashes my tits in his hands, and I arch myself as best I can.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, you know that?”

I shake my head, wondering what the hell I’ve done wrong.

“No, Sir.”

“You didn’t thank me for letting you up here.”

“Sorry, Sir. Thank you for letting me up here.”

“It’s too late for apologies now.”

He doesn’t take it easy with my tits as he punishes me. His slaps are brutal, with raw, hard strength. He pinches my nipples, and tugs and twists, and Jesus Christ – it’s like he’s been given lessons, doing it just the way I like it.

He slaps me until my tits are bright pink and my nipples are swollen, then he lowers his head to suck at me and I can’t help myself. I take hold of his head and beg for more.

“Yes, please, Sir. Please!”

“Dirty bitch,” he says, and I’m grinning.

Yes, I am a dirty bitch. How nice to be able to use the trait.

I move easily for him when he shifts his attention down my body. I spread my legs, fully willing and ready for him to tug my panties to the side, but he doesn’t bother with that, just tears the lace and pulls them free. He runs his massive thumb right up my slit, and I’m dripping wet. Sopping. I don’t need any extra fantasies in my head this time. It’s all about him.

He slides two fingers in, and it’s already tight for me. Another one in alongside them and I’m whimpering with a fuck, fuck, fuck. He won’t need any toys to stretch my pussy. His fingers will do it on their own. Seems he doesn’t share the sentiment, though.

“You can play with your clit,” he says as he heads over to the bedside table. He has a big, fleshy dildo ready in the drawer. He slaps it against his palm as I watch him.

“Thank you, Sir,” I say as I twirl my fingers around my sweet spot, panting as he holds the toy above me like a weapon.

“Are you ready for this? I wasn’t joking in my proposal when I said I was going to use and stretch your pussy until you were all used up.”

“Don’t worry. I’m horny, Sir.”

“I can see that, you dirty bitch. I meant are you ready to get your cunt stretched? I don’t play easy.”

I’ve been spoken to filthily before, but it’s so fucking different when he does it. The money makes no difference anymore, my clit is already sparking, ready to come.

“I’m ready, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I brace myself as he positions the toy, and he’s right, he doesn’t play easy. He shunts it straight in, using my own excitement as lube.

“Fuck!”

“Take it, Holly.”

I suck in breaths as he works it – circling – and slowly, I relax into the stretch. My hips start to buck on instinct.

“That’s it, show me how much of a whore you are,” he says.

The beast of a man lowers himself so his face is between my legs, his big, grey beard tickling my open thighs as he sweeps his tongue against me. I use my fingers to spread myself, and his tongue finds my clit. He sucks until I cry out, and I buck harder, frantic. User 829 is going to make me come… and he knows it. He feels it. Yes. I’m ready. I’m fucking ready. But he’s not. He laughs as he pulls his face away, beard glistening.

“You won’t come until I let you, you understand?”

I groan at the ceiling, breaths rapid as I force a nod.

“Yes, Sir.”

He pulls the toy out with a vicious slurp, and slips two fingers inside instead. I figure it’s a switch out, pure and simple, but it’s not. I raise myself up onto my elbows as he lines up the dildo in addition. Shit. The word stretch won’t even come close…

“Relax and be a good girl,” he says. “You can take it.”

I grit my teeth as he twists the toy and eases it in, his fingers still buried deep. It hurts like fuck – that dildo along with two monster fingers – but I don’t care. I like it. I’m panting, clenching my fists, but I don’t want him to stop.

“You’re so fucking full,” he tells me with a low laugh. “You’ve got a gorgeous cunt, Holly. Tight but fucking needy.”

“Thank you, Sir!”

“Ready?”

Am I? Fucking hell. I nod. “Yes, Sir.”

His grin through his thick beard is almost manic. His blue eyes are piercing. But then I’m lost, screwing my eyes shut as he slowly pulls the dildo back out, inch by inch. It’s another round of pain, but who gives a fuck? Not me.

And then he fucks me with it. With his fingers inside me, he fucks me. He fucks me so hard, I’m a wet, bucking mess – crying out without restraint.

I don’t want toys anymore, I want his cock. I want User 829 inside me, pinning me down like a whore while he thrusts his hips like a monster.

“Please, Sir…” I whimper. “Please, fuck me for real. Please.”

He rams the dildo into me and pauses with it buried deep.

I’m panting like crazy, sweat on my brow.

“You need to remember the proposal, Holly. I’m not going to fuck your cunt, you horny little bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass.”

Oh fuck, yes, the proposal. It’s already long gone from my mind. I’m tempted to say have my pussy for free, but it’s obvious User 829 has his own agenda. He continues with the toy fucking, twisting his fingers as he goes.

“Good girl,” he says. “You can come now.”

He lowers his mouth back to my pussy, and I splay myself as wide as I can for his tongue. He grazes my clit with his teeth before he sucks, and it’s the tip over the edge I’ve been desperate for. There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Holly the whore.

I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 829 like he’s a king.

“More champagne, little whore?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

This time he graces me by giving me the bottle for myself. I take some decent glugs and hand it back with a thank you, Sir.

“How many times have you been an agency slut?” he asks, and I jolt in shock at the reality of his question. Should I tell him? Is he even allowed to ask? My mouth decides for me.

“Umm… twice.”

“Twice before, you mean? This is only your third time?”

“No.” It feels bizarre to admit it. “This is only the second.”

He shakes his head, grinning at the ceiling in disbelief.

“Fucking hell, you’re going to be a good one.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I laugh a little. “You could call me a natural, I guess.”

“I could call you a lot of things. Cheeky being one of them.”

The man mountain pushes his pants down and kicks them aside along with his socks before pulling his t-shirt off and over his head. He’s a weird mix of flesh and muscle now he’s naked, and his chest hair is as grey as his beard.

“I want you in just your stockings for the anal,” he says.

“Yes, Sir.”

I shimmy out of my skirt, still kneeling, my eyes fixed on his.

“I want you on the bed, doggy style, your face flat to the mattress. Legs spread wide, ass on offer.”

“Yes, Sir. Of course.”

My clit feels tender as hell, still tingling as I crawl back to the bed and climb up. I position myself exactly as he wants me, cheek flat to the duvet and knees spread wide. I wonder how wet and swollen my pussy looks from behind, after the fucking he’s given me. I clench my ass over and over, trying to entice him.

He goes to the bedside table before he joins me. I count my blessings that I’m facing the same direction as I watch him. He shows me his cock, working it, clearly giving me a decent view before I take him inside me. Being fucked in the mouth isn’t the same as seeing the full spectacle tall and proud. I’ve seen monster cocks in porn vids, but never in the flesh. I imagine how good it would be to be fucked in the pussy. I’m hoping he changes his mind about that option. I don’t know if my ass can take it.

“I never use protection,” he says. “Are you ok with that? I can assure you I’m clean. I send my test results to the agency regularly.”

I know that’s part of their criteria, so I nod.

“Yes, Sir. That’s fine.”

He takes out a big bottle of lube from the drawer.

“Don’t look so worried,” he says, “I know what I’m doing.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I hope he fucking does.

“Ever had an anal orgasm?” he asks, fisting his monster.

I’m honest. “Yes, Sir. I love anal.”

“I can assure you this is going to be better than you’ve ever had before.”

I love his confidence.

He gets up on the bed behind me and the mattress dips and creaks.

I gasp as he squirts a massive stream of lube onto my ass, slathering it all the way between my butt cheeks. I jolt when he slaps me, one palm on each butt cheek – decent blows that have me prickling.

“I said on the proposal that I want to take your ass deep and hard, yes?”

“Yes, Sir, you did.”

“I wasn’t joking. I like it rough.”

“I understand, Sir.”

I clench my ass on instinct, and yeah, it’s a relief to have so much lube, but right now, I have to admit that I’m as edgy as hell. His cock is so thick, it could tear me in two. My safe word comes to mind. But so does £1600 and I imagine myself on the plane, looking at the clouds through the window.

“Spread your ass cheeks for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I reach around and do as I’m told, exposing my ass like a dirty target. He takes aim, the meaty head of his dick all set to plough me, and I ready myself, shuffling as I hold in a breath.

“Keep your cheeks spread,” he says, and then he pushes slowly into me.

I grit my teeth against the burn of the stretch and he doesn’t stop pushing. Keeps on easing his cock into me.

“Good girl,” he says. “Nearly there.”

His big hands take hold of my hips and with one final push we’re skin against skin and it feels like there’s a fist up there.

He holds still, letting his cock pulse inside me, and the feeling is so weird. So weird it makes me moan.

“Your ass is beautiful, inside and out,” he says.

“Thank you… Sir.”

“How does it feel, you fresh little whore?”

It feels like I’m breaking at the seams, but I don’t want to tell him that. He moves his cock again, just a little, and the sensation ripples through me. Jesus Christ.

“It feels so good, Sir.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” he says.

I have to bite down a whimper as his cock pulls back a few inches.

And then he slams me. Once, twice, three times over until he’s balls deep, and I’m crying out as my ass burns like sin. He leans over me, his solid bulk against my back. I feel tiny and pinned down.

“Tell me how fucking dirty you are,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me you’re a slut.”

“I’m a slut,” I tell him. “I’m a dirty little bitch, Sir. I’m your whore. Nothing but a filthy fucking whore.”

The words come so naturally. They roll off my tongue like I was born for this.

“Louder,” he says, and I’m crying out again as he changes angle. Deeper.

“I’m a slut! And I love it, Sir. I want it. Fuck me. Use my ass, Sir. Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME!”

His mouth is right against my ear. “You’re a slut that’s worth every fucking penny.”

He lifts himself up, shunts my hands away from my butt cheeks and slaps my ass as he works up a rhythm. God, I can’t help myself. My fingers are straight to my clit in a frenzy, working myself as he fucks me.

“No!” he says and yanks my hand away from me.

I could cry in frustration – the orgasm building inside me is as relentless as his cock.

“Take it, just like you’re told,” he says.

And I do. Like a ragdoll in his grip with his monster cock pounding me. I take it, floating in the pain and pleasure. I’m lost to it as he slams me, as his big balls hit my pussy with every thrust and I’m coming, no fingers needed. Coming like never before. Coming like a true slut as his slams become frantic and I know he’s coming, too. Waves of pleasure ripple through me as he shoots his load, grunting expletives like a savage.

I cry out as he finally pulls his massive cock from my ass, lube and thick, hot cum dribbling from me like he’s been plugging a drain.

I giggle in the aftermath, wincing as I shift to watch him move from the bed. I’m expecting more champagne, or maybe some casual chitchat now he’s unloaded, but his mood shifts as he pulls his jeans back on.

“That was great,” he says. “Excellent performance.”

I feel taken aback a little, because it wasn’t a performance by the end. Definitely not. I wanted it as much as he did.

“How was your orgasm? Did I deliver on my promise?” he asks.

“Incredible,” I tell him, “really, it was incredible. Thank you, Sir. Yes, you, um, certainly delivered.”

He shoots me a side eye with a smirk. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to say Sir now. Finish up the champagne if you want it. It’s all yours.”

The energy has changed, just like that, but I feel in limbo, still thrumming. He’s buckling up his belt while I stare at him.

“I’ll leave you a great review,” he tells me.

“Thank you, S–” I start, then stop myself. “Thanks. That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was.”

He puts on his shoes, and takes his coat down from the back of the door. The leather suits him.

“Enjoy the rest of your night,” he says, checking his pockets for his phone and wallet. I don’t even remember where I put my handbag, still lost in subspace, but he’s fully in control of himself, holding his hand up in farewell as he makes his exit.

And then he’s gone.

Just like that, User 829 is gone.

It hurts like hell when I move to get up, and the duvet is a mess of lube underneath me. Shit. I took it hard. Thank fuck there’s no blood. I give myself a token wash down in the shower before I get dressed, but I leave the rest of the champagne on the mini bar. It seems alien as it sits there. I can’t believe that just a few hours ago he was offering me mouthfuls as I knelt for him.

It’s almost 2.30 a.m. when I leave the room – hence, he’d timed the hours almost perfectly. I grip the handrail of the stairs, and there is still nobody at reception, so I let myself out and walk away. My fingers are still jittery when I order a cab at the hotel gates. I call up the app while I’m waiting, and there it is already. Another glowing five-star review.

Incredible slut. A sweet little fuck toy, who can handle it rough. Her tits look stunning when pinked up from punishment, and her ass is a fucking dream.

The pride feels distant somehow, fading behind the realisation that it meant nothing whatsoever. I was just a whore named Holly to him. A sweet little fuck toy, who can handle it rough.

I’m careful as I lower myself into the cab when it arrives, making sure I take my seat slowly. I’m silent on the drive back to my shitty house share, still thinking about User 829 and what he did to me.

Another notification comes through on the app. The cash is in my account, minus agency fees. Service signed off and completed.

But I don’t want the service to be completed tonight. I’d do it all again, for free. I must be out of my head, but it’s true.