if my arm hadn’t shot out and curved around your waist, catching you. When I pull you onto me, I’ve rolled over and your legs are spread around my cock, your wet pussy an inch away from it.
Your eyes are wide, your lips parted. You’re breathing quickly.
“There’s another two hundred in my wallet,” I tell you. “Why don’t you go get it?”
You shake your head. “It’s not allowed.” You start to squirm away, weakly.
My hands hold your hips, and I pull you down onto me, my cockhead nudging between your lips. Your muscles tense and you try to pull off of me, but your heart’s not in it. You’re propped on your elbows, your face close to mine. “Three hundred,” I say, and kiss you on the lips. My tongue forces its way into your mouth and I feel your tongue stud. Your tongue stays limp, loose, slack, helpless as I savage it with mine. I lift my hips a little and the head of my cock presses moist with pre-come against your clit.
“Four hundred,” I tell you, and reach around behind you to get hold of my cock, putting it in just the right position at the entrance to your cunt.
Your eyes go wide, looking into mine. I want you to nod, but you can’t. You just look, breathing hard, not saying no, not saying yes.
“Go get the money,” I tell you. “It’s in my pants pocket.”
You shake your head weakly. “After,” you say, your voice hoarse. “We’ll do it after.”
I pull you down onto me, and you groan as my cock goes into you. Your pussy is dripping wet through, and it slides down so easily over my cock that I plunge all the way into you in an instant. I hold you there, grinding my hips up against you, feeling my pubic bone against your clit.
Then I kiss you again, harder this time, forcing my tongue against yours, deep, taking your mouth as I use your pussy.
Your hips start to move; you lift yourself up on my cock and slide back down, gasping as you do. You start to fuck me. I can feel the thick swelling of your pussy against the head of my cock, and you work yourself onto me more rhythmically as your pussy gets tighter, swelling with blood, filling with lust. You claw at the massage table, whimpering as you fuck yourself onto my cock. It isn’t long before I feel your body go tense.
“I’m—going—to—”
You’re not faking it, either—not unless you’re very, very good. Your hips pump eagerly until your cunt begins to contract around my shaft, and then your whole naked body shudders. You stop thrusting and I take up the motion, pounding up into you, pumping deep into you with every circling motion of my hips. You come hard on my cock, trying hard to stifle your moan so the other clients in the nearby rooms won’t hear—but there’s little you can do to keep yourself from crying out. You moan so loud you hurt my ears.
When you’re finished coming, your body is limp. I lift you up and slide out from under you, repositioning you on the massage table. You let me do whatever I want, lying there like a rag doll as I prop you up on just your knees, your arms hanging useless over the sides of the table and your face and tits pressed into the dark sheet. I spread your legs wider and enter you from behind, and you gasp as I do. I start to fuck you hard, pounding into you, your beautiful ass spread out under me. I lick my thumb and slide it between your cheeks, nuzzling your asshole. I hear a quick, surprised gasp, like you’re going to say “No,” but you don’t. Instead, your gasp becomes a low moan as I work my spit-slick thumb into your ass. I slide it in deep, feeling my thumb against my cock as I fuck you faster. Your hips are lifted high, your ass thrust up toward me, and you’re barely moving at first. But as my cock slides into you more rapidly, you start to grind against me. You start to fuck me back, moaning even louder than when you came.
Your ass is so tight around my thumb, I can’t resist it. I spy the bottle of massage oil next to the table, crusted and
Your eyes are wide, your lips parted. You’re breathing quickly.
“There’s another two hundred in my wallet,” I tell you. “Why don’t you go get it?”
You shake your head. “It’s not allowed.” You start to squirm away, weakly.
My hands hold your hips, and I pull you down onto me, my cockhead nudging between your lips. Your muscles tense and you try to pull off of me, but your heart’s not in it. You’re propped on your elbows, your face close to mine. “Three hundred,” I say, and kiss you on the lips. My tongue forces its way into your mouth and I feel your tongue stud. Your tongue stays limp, loose, slack, helpless as I savage it with mine. I lift my hips a little and the head of my cock presses moist with pre-come against your clit.
“Four hundred,” I tell you, and reach around behind you to get hold of my cock, putting it in just the right position at the entrance to your cunt.
Your eyes go wide, looking into mine. I want you to nod, but you can’t. You just look, breathing hard, not saying no, not saying yes.
“Go get the money,” I tell you. “It’s in my pants pocket.”
You shake your head weakly. “After,” you say, your voice hoarse. “We’ll do it after.”
I pull you down onto me, and you groan as my cock goes into you. Your pussy is dripping wet through, and it slides down so easily over my cock that I plunge all the way into you in an instant. I hold you there, grinding my hips up against you, feeling my pubic bone against your clit.
Then I kiss you again, harder this time, forcing my tongue against yours, deep, taking your mouth as I use your pussy.
Your hips start to move; you lift yourself up on my cock and slide back down, gasping as you do. You start to fuck me. I can feel the thick swelling of your pussy against the head of my cock, and you work yourself onto me more rhythmically as your pussy gets tighter, swelling with blood, filling with lust. You claw at the massage table, whimpering as you fuck yourself onto my cock. It isn’t long before I feel your body go tense.
“I’m—going—to—”
You’re not faking it, either—not unless you’re very, very good. Your hips pump eagerly until your cunt begins to contract around my shaft, and then your whole naked body shudders. You stop thrusting and I take up the motion, pounding up into you, pumping deep into you with every circling motion of my hips. You come hard on my cock, trying hard to stifle your moan so the other clients in the nearby rooms won’t hear—but there’s little you can do to keep yourself from crying out. You moan so loud you hurt my ears.
When you’re finished coming, your body is limp. I lift you up and slide out from under you, repositioning you on the massage table. You let me do whatever I want, lying there like a rag doll as I prop you up on just your knees, your arms hanging useless over the sides of the table and your face and tits pressed into the dark sheet. I spread your legs wider and enter you from behind, and you gasp as I do. I start to fuck you hard, pounding into you, your beautiful ass spread out under me. I lick my thumb and slide it between your cheeks, nuzzling your asshole. I hear a quick, surprised gasp, like you’re going to say “No,” but you don’t. Instead, your gasp becomes a low moan as I work my spit-slick thumb into your ass. I slide it in deep, feeling my thumb against my cock as I fuck you faster. Your hips are lifted high, your ass thrust up toward me, and you’re barely moving at first. But as my cock slides into you more rapidly, you start to grind against me. You start to fuck me back, moaning even louder than when you came.
Your ass is so tight around my thumb, I can’t resist it. I spy the bottle of massage oil next to the table, crusted and
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