The best Christmas Gift

Prologue

I swear Christmas parties are coming earlier this year. Just a shame the guys booking me for them don’t. These three have been going at me for nearly an hour, and they still haven’t found my c**t yet.

I’d relieve the torment myself if I wasn’t tied up with a tie around my wrists. I’m glad I’m getting paid over ten grand for this session.

Once upon a time, this would have been my dream – the filth itself was enough to drive me crazy – but after four years as a high-class hooker for the high-class ‘Agency’, I’m losing interest.

I never thought I’d say that, but it’s true. Maybe it’s time to play out its course, or maybe it’s the news that hit me in the gut with a sucker punch earlier.

My best friend’s younger sister is having a baby. Kieran told me himself this afternoon. Isabelle, the jealous little cow who has always emulated, irritated and tried her best to outdo me – is pregnant. Loved up, happy, and due to give birth next February.

Guess she got one up on me, for once… f**k this. I ban my mind from playing bullshit and channel my energy back to the surrounding scene.

It isn’t my clients’ fault. I’m feeling like a sack of s**t tonight. The naked guy in front of me holds out a bottle of champagne for me to glug on. He’s cute, with curly brown hair and a decent-length d**k. Nice enough. Just boring. His two friends are doing a bit better. They’re hard at work, grunting curses as they use me like a dirty b***h from behind. That’s it, slut, one of them says, take it like a good girl.

He starts working his hand into my p***y while his sidekick f***s my ass, and it’s so much better than a token three fingers.

His knuckles feel good as they grate, so I beg him to go deeper, deeper, f*****g deeper. Gentle has no place in my life. It’s go hard or go home.

If only I had someone waiting for me to go home. The guy in front of me takes the champagne away and offers his c**k as a replacement. I’ll glug on it, sure enough. I stare up at him like he’s the man of my dreams, fluttering my lashes as I smile. I stick out my tongue and take the slap of his c**k head, giving him the moans of a dirty b***h who really wants it.

I’ll always suck d**k like a tasty lollipop. My butt cheeks bounce against the d**k pounding my ass, and it adds volume to the momentum of the squelching knuckles, still trying to push their way in.

I wish the guy wouldn’t be such a p***y when it comes to my p***y. I can take it. I can always take it. I frog my legs as wide as I can on the office desk, my thick thighs slippery from his efforts.

I love being such a big girl. I love the deep sound of the slap my flesh makes when I’m being banged.

I moan around the d**k in my mouth, concentrating on just how good I’m going to be for these guys. The performer of a lifetime. I feel at my best when I have a filthy mind and a horny body, being used by strangers who don’t give a s**t about me.

The guy with his fist half inside me squirts on a load more lube, so considerate, but I don’t want lube. I want the force. The grind. The f*****g pounding. The filthy f*****g joy. Beautiful and wet, he says, and his friend grunts and speeds up his ass thrusts. Hell f*****g yes. I don’t need my c**t to come anymore.

The way he drives his hand in stokes the fire brightly enough on its own, and I’m grateful. I told him so with a f**k, f**k, yes!

I’m me again. Sugargirl. The kinky slut who’ll serve anyone’s filthiest and kinkiest fantasies for the right amount of cash.

Brittany, the girl behind the w***e, is Sugargirl now. Sugargirl is all that matters. I fly high at the sensation as guy number three unloads his first round of c*m into my ass and pulls away. I moan for real as the fist in my p***y sinks in all the way, because yeah, the guy’s got the hang of it now.

Thank f**k for that, since the night’s only just started. I’m going to take two c***s in each hole once his fist has warmed me up… then three wet mouths on my sopping p***y.

They want my curvy girl butt to ride their faces while my t**s bounce like beach balls. Man, how I’ll bounce for them.

They’ve got a treat coming. The thought makes me grin, and another glug of champagne cements the happiness. f**k anything else right now. Holy crap, the guy who spurted in my ass says, that was f*****g incredible.

Amazing, the guy turning his fist in my cunt says. Yes, I am f*****g incredible. I am f*****g amazing.

Fuck Billy, f**k babies, and happy families and dreams that will never come to life. I’m nothing but a beautiful w***e tonight, exactly where I belong.