His lips attacked mine as soon as the door closed behind me. His hunger was feeding mine, making me lose all the nits and bits of control I still had. He grabbed my butt cheek and squeezed tightly, making me gasp from pain. That was precisely what he aimed for, as that way his tongue could find its way inside my mouth, and his teeth could bite on my lower lip. I moaned although it was silenced. His kiss was raw, brutal even, but I gave in to him with nothing but pleasure.
When I needed to take a breath, I tried gently pulling away. He harshly grabbed my hair, keeping me in place. It was clear, by now, he was the one making the rules here. I didn’t try to struggle, I knew how to be a good girl. I was a deepthroat London escort after all.
He let me go when he was out of breath, too. I started rapidly catching deep breaths, but his hand grabbed my neck, strangling me a little. I remained calm, taking in, much wanted by me, the air in small sips, just as small as he let me.
“You like it?” he asked me.
I swallowed, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I tried to speak out but couldn’t, so I only nodded.
“Good slut,” he smirked.
He pushed me back a little, letting me go.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered coldly.
I started stripping whilst he impatiently kept on hurrying me up. I stood there all naked and vulnerable, looking at him with a silent plea.
“Go to the other room and kneel,” he said, spanking my arse as I walked past him.
He made me wait for him about 10 minutes or so. I don’t know why. Maybe he wanted to see if I would still be kneeling. But I was. I was expecting him to spank me or even something worse. But instead, he just walked up to me. I saw his flaccid penis inches from my face and licked my lips. I wished he would let me give him a blowjob.
“Do you want it?” he asked, caressing my cheek.
I nodded, to which he smiled.
He brushed my cheek again, but stopped mid-gesture and grabbed my head again, pulling backwards. I moaned in pain, but it also brought me pleasure. He twisted my hair around his hand, so that he was sure his grip was stable.
“Tell me how much you want it,” he insisted.
I swallowed a couple of times, and finally I was able to talk.
“Very, very much,” I begged, almost inaudibly, but sincerely.
His cock was still soft, but that wasn’t about to stop him. He took it in his hand and slapped me across my face. I didn’t even blink, accepting my punishment in peace. I knew he wanted a blowjob, but apparently he enjoyed teasing me.
“Are you going to be a good whore?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, this time louder.
“Tell me, how badly do you want me to fuck your mouth?” he almost yelled at me.
“That’s the only thing I want,” I said, looking him dead in the eye, “I want you to own all my holes.”
“Yes, you do?” he half-stated, half-questioned, brushing the tip of his cock against my lips.
“Yes,” I said, not moving an inch, although I desperately wanted to lick him.
“Open your mouth,” he barked another order at me.
Just as obediently as I listened to his previous directions, I fulfilled it.
He stopped holding his dick only to put two fingers in my mouth and spread it even wider. My jaw started hurting, but I wanted to please him. He fingered my mouth a little, check if I have a gag reflex. I loved deepthroats, and I shivered from pleasure, thinking about his use of my throat. Once he was satisfied, he stopped, and spat in my mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he said and spat in it again.
Obviously, I didn’t swallow. I stayed perfectly still, not just because he was holding me, but because I wanted to. Despite being a DFK Escort in London, I really enjoyed my job.
He pushed the head of his still flat cock inside my mouth, and only now I noticed how big it was. It was easier because it was still soft, but he kept on pushing until he was balls deep inside my throat. I wanted to cough, but I couldn’t. I started choking a bit, earning a slap. “Behave, you slut,” he said.
Yes, Sir, I thought to myself, feeling my panties getting wet.
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