Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I have to banish at least some of my Reuben related thoughts this evening. Any distraction would be a welcome relief. The more dicks the better, as far as I’m concerned.
I focus on the way the butler tightens the collar around my neck, trying yet again to ignore the way his bloody beard looks. He isn’t Reuben. He’s nothing like bloody Reuben.
I get down on my knees and the chain from the collar is fed through a gap in the wall, it’s length and tightness controlled by the user at the other side. I’m just a puppet with an open mouth in this spot. I get up on all fours, where the chain is at its tightest, and spread my legs open wide. Clients have full access to my ass and pussy whenever they want them, and the door they enter from is to my rear. I never get to see their faces.
It’s like one of the founders’ meetings in some ways, but the anonymity is less… extreme. Less formal. Less terrifying.
If I saw one of my client’s faces in this place it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but with the heads of the agency, it would be a whole other matter. Reuben has only reinforced the severity, and it should put me off since a breach of anonymity has my entire career at risk. Should. I’m a dumb cow sometimes though, always attracted to the forbidden – tonight I’m going to use that to my advantage. I’m going to channel that sensation into the job at hand, sinking into the beautiful black hole of slut space with a smile.
Or at least try to.
It’s not going to be a smile for Reuben tonight. No. It can’t be. It has to be about the clients. Just a shame that I’ll be able to picture every single one of them as him.
I lick my lips as I wait for my first arrival. I shuffle my knees wider apart and rock myself, teasing my own pussy with my motions. I want cock inside me, and I want it rough enough to smash my schoolgirl butterflies to smithereens.
The overhead lights are bright in this place on purpose, highlighting every action and every move. I enjoy that. A lot of plus sized women are embarrassed by their curves, and I get it. Self-consciousness is a goblin of the fucking soul, but I love my body the way it is. I love how fat my ass cheeks are, and how it feels to have them spread wide open. I love the way my tits and belly bounce and slap when it’s playtime. I love the way people see me as a chubby slutty mantrap, and how I’m so fucking good at exploiting it.
I’m so desperate today that I’m almost calling out for my first punters. I’m fixated on the hole, waiting for the first cock to present itself. My mouth is watering to fuck by the time one appears, and I’m straight on it like a dribbling bitch, slurping like I’ve been offered a triple chocolate sundae. I smack my lips, and trail my tongue up the shaft, then pop and suck in a rhythm that has him cursing. I can hear him on the other side, and my heart drops a little, since he doesn’t sound like Reuben at all.
Fuck it. It’s all still about fucking Reuben.
“Swallow it all,” the guy behind the wall says, and I keep my mouth closed tight around his dick when he spurts for me, downing my first load.
It’s the first of so many, I’ll lose count by the time my shift is done.
I’m on cock number three, bobbing my head on a decent girther when I hear the door open to my rear. Judging from the footsteps and the heavy breaths, I think there’s three of them.
I hear one guy getting down on his knees behind me. He shuffles up and gives my chubby booty a decent slap before his fingers get to work, sliding their way between my legs to feel how wet my pussy is.
“Love this juicy cunt,” he says, and I recognise his voice. I’ve done him plenty, but nope. He sure as fuck isn’t a Reuben type. He pushes three fingers in, and I’m so gagging for it that I nearly abandon my duties and neglect the cock in my gob. All I do is moan around the other guy’s dick when a fourth finger slides in, pushing back as best I can.
“Nice to see you’re as horny as ever,” he says, but he has no fucking idea. My head is spinning with Reuben, and the founders, and it only makes me more needy. I imagine this setup is theirs, and Reuben could be one of the men either behind me, or on the other side of the glory wall.