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His words kept turning me on more and more. I groaned in delight onto his cock, dropping a hand down to my hot pussy to touch myself. I was sopping wet. I wanted this bad. I wanted whatever it was he was proposing—I wanted him to be my master and most of all, I wanted to submit to him, to give him pleasure in all things—however I could.

Faster and faster I sucked him, the bobbing of my head coming in time with my fingers stroking my clit. I closed my eyes in delight. The muscles in my throat were growing sore and stiff and so I focused on the delicious pleasure emanating from my clitoris and spreading all throughout my body, lighting every cell of my being on fire.

“That’s it… Faster…”

I moaned onto his cock as it twitched and spasmed in my mouth. I knew it wouldn’t be long. I knew he would cum soon, would fill my mouth with his delicious seed. I wanted it. I wanted it bad—wanted his cum in my mouth, in my throat, filling me up with his hot cum.

I moaned a little bit louder onto his cock, and then gasping, pulled off. I took a deep breath and then lowered my mouth onto his dick once more, impaling my face on his meat, stretching my lips and my jaws to accommodate his girth.

Mr. Birch rewarded me with a primal grunt, grabbing me by the head and thrusting his cock down my throat hard. Tears came to my eyes, threatening to flood my orbs and crash over the cliffs of my lids. And then, suddenly, I was cumming.

I gagged and squeezed his cock with my lips, moaning like a whore onto his cock as I stroked my spasming, swollen clit even hard, all but sobbing on his cock as I choked on it. I couldn’t keep it together anymore. I just couldn’t. It really was all I could do to keep from biting down on him.

“Fuck!” David groaned and suddenly, his cock was spasming too and he was pumping, pumping cum into my mouth. Salvo after salvo of hot, thick, sticky cum hit the back of my throat, clinging to my throat, filling my mouth with his hot seed. God, but it was tasty. It was delicious. I swallowed greedily, hungrily. I swallowed with delight.

“That’s it… Drink it down…” he instructed. “Drink down every single drop.”

And I did with pleasure. I wanted to please him, after all.

Finally, gasping and panting for air, I slid off his cock, my lips a little swollen and smeared with cum.

“Not bad. Not bad at all.”

“Not bad?!” I exclaimed. I saw from the smile playing at the edges of his eyes that he was joking but still—I was ever so slightly offended. Here, I had just sucked off his sweaty cock, choked myself on it and brought myself to orgasm at the same time—and that was ‘not bad’?

As I got myself a glass of water, David ran the shower for us and climbed in. Once I had brushed my teeth, I joined in, sighing in delight as the hot water hit my hungry flesh.

“Yes… This hits the spot…”

“I’m glad it does…” David whispered back, gripping my ass hard. I yelped in surprise as I leaned back, getting my hair wet. I caught his lips in mine and we kissed hard, our tongues dueling as he spread me open from behind.

I whimpered as I felt his fingers on my asshole. I remembered that he liked it like
that
. Well, I frankly had no objections—it had been incredibly last time.

He bent me over and knelt behind me and I gasped as I felt the hot water flood my ass, cleaning me out.

“I’m all clean for you now…” I said with a giggle and then gasped as I felt his hot tongue begin to lick me, starting at my clit and then working its way up and up and up along my slit… Finally coming to my asshole. Then, he licked back down, running the gamut and getting me even wetter. It was amazing.

With the electricity running through my body, I barely noticed the way he spread my own wet juices over my asshole, teasing my tight hole and getting me relaxed and stressed out. He pressed me up against the wall of the shower and then bent me over and then, I felt his cock at my asshole, the tip pressing into my tight hole, just barely spreading me open.

“Oh, god…” I whimpered. “Be gentle… please…”

And then I threw my head back, gasping in pain and pleasure as he forced his length in, ramming his cock deep into my tight back cavity. It had only been a week or so since he had taken my ass but it felt like I was a virgin all over again.

“Oh, god…”

“I absolutely won’t be gentle,” David whispered, puling my hair hard and forcing my head back, almost pulling me harder and farther onto his cock. “You’re mine now… And you’re not getting away without some kind of
discipline
…”

I squealed and whined as he began to fuck me… And fuck me hard. It hurt bad but each thrust was like electricity, flooding my body with delight. I wanted it harder and harder and harder. I wanted him to pound me, to make me his bitch. I wanted him to ride me hard like his property, like a mare for him to use and abuse…

“Please, harder!” I squealed. “Fuck my ass harder! I can take it!”

And then, oh god, he complied with my demand. He began to pound my ass harder and harder and harder, slamming his thickness into my tightness, tearing me apart. Tears were falling freely from my eyes now, getting lost in the shower water as I sobbed with pleasure and pain.

“Please, please, sir!” I groaned.

“Sir… I like that…” David whispered. “Sounds like some Fifty Shades of Grey bullshit. I bet you read that and you love that, don’t you?”

I had to admit, I was a fan. I had enough weird sex in my life that I probably didn’t need to read more of it but I couldn’t get enough. I guess I had picked the right part time job.

“I’m no Christian Grey. I’m the real deal,” David warned me, his voice dripping with danger and lust. And that was exactly what I wanted.

I gripped my tits hard, pulling fiercely at my nipples as he plumbed the depths of my ass, ripping into me, ripping deep—I groaned and cried out, shaking and thrashing in delight and agony.

“Please… Please sir… harder…” I moaned even though I was sure if he fucked me harder, I might die—might explode with passion and delight. “Please, I need it…”

“That’s right, you need it…” he growled. And then, I felt it—his cock expanding, spasming inside of me, pumping… And pouring his seed into me. I threw back my head in ecstasy as I reached back to spread my ass cheeks open wide, taking his cum deep into my ass, letting it fill me up.

“Please, sir… Please… Yes…” I moaned as he came in my ass, as my ass gobbled down his cum, as I swallowed it all…

Finally, he pulled out of me with a sloppy pop and we were able to finish our shower in peace… So to speak.

Silencing the Screams

Ensconced in a soft, fluffy bathrobe, I followed David out into our suite.

“Do you do yoga at all?” he asked me, suddenly. I shrugged.

“I’m a girl.”

He laughed.

“You’re right. Take that off—“ and here he gestured to the bathrobe—“and get into downward dog.”

I bit my lip, delighted at the idea. What naughty thing did he have planned for me in downward dog? Just the name sounded… Delicious.

I assumed the position and I heard David going through a bag in the corner of the room.

“Remember when I told you I’m not Christian Grey? I’m the real deal?”

“Of course. That was only ten minutes ago,” I replied, thinking nothing of it.

“Now I’m going to show you what I meant by that.”

I glanced over my shoulder to see him approaching me with a thick leather belt. My heart hung in my throat. A few of my clients had wanted to tie me up but I had never let myself be whipped. Spanked, sure, in the heat of the moment, but nothing else…

“What… What are you going to do with that?”

“I’m going to show you who your master is.”

And then the belt lashed out, cutting into my flesh, leading up from my ass and down the back of my thigh. I cried out and shuddered.

“S-sir!” I squealed.

“Yes?”

“It hurts…”

“I know. That’s the point.”

Of course, he was right.

“And considering the juices running down your thighs right now, you don’t seem to mind at all.”

And then the belt struck me again. It was David’s hand at the other end of that belt. Just that thought alone made me want him to fuck me right then and there.

“Again, sir…” I whimpered pathetically, wiggling my ass deliciously for him.

The belt again sliced into my tender flesh.

“Please, sir…”

“You know why I do this?” he asked me as the belt crashed into my skin once more, cracking viciously.

“T-to teach me my place?” I asked, tears streaming freely down my cheeks now. David just laughed.

“That’s more Christian Grey, Fifty Shades of Grey bullshit, Latoya… No, I do this to… To keep my demons at bay.”

“Demons?”

Another crack of the belt. My ass was becoming swollen now, alive with welts that throbbed and ached with each passing second.

“What demons, David?”

“David? I thought it was sir?”

“Sir, what demons?” I said with an eye roll that I was glad he couldn’t see. Still, he must have heard it because the belt collided with my ass once more.

“The demons that I have left over from Afghanistan,” he whispered, suddenly serious. He sliced his belt deeper into my flesh, hitting me harder, as if trying to take off skin. My body was racked with pain and pleasure and I shuddered. Was I going to cum from this?

“The demons I brought home in my duffel bag. A little girl, prostituting herself on the streets of Kandahar to men old enough to be her grandfather. A little boy, nothing more than a skeleton, so malnourished—lying dead in the street, his guts plastered all over the dusty road…”

“Sir…”

Harder and harder did his belt rain down blows on my ass. I was in agony and ecstasy now. My body was wracked with sobs and with delight as my pussy spasmed.

“And then… Seeing my friends, my comrades—slumped over, dead. The fear. The pain. The adrenaline.”

He switched his tactic and the belt came at me from a different angle now. Now, it cut into my pussy, slicing into my tender, swollen cunt. I screamed, screamed so loud that I was positive all of Paris could hear me.

“It’s a dull roar now. A dull roar in the back of my brain and all I can do to silence it is to make you scream…”

“You can make me scream all you want…” I whimpered hoarsely through my tears. “Just… Please, sir… Make me cum…”

And then, again and again, his belt, that whip like a slave master’s whip of times of old, cut again into my pussy, the tough, unflinching leather cutting deep into my clit. One, two, three, and then I was cumming.

I collapsed, my body wracked with moans and sobs as my flesh spasmed, as shots of agonizing electricity flooded my neurons and made me weep, made me scream.

“Sir! Sir!” I squealed pathetically, like a little child, like a whore. But I wasn’t just any whore… I was the screamer who kept the demons at bay.

I had been reduced to nothing more than a quivering mass of flesh on the floor, my beaten, abused, swollen, and welted ass up in the air. I heard the belt drop and then I felt his hands on my ass.

Just the pressure of his hands, resting ever so gently on my abused flesh—it was agony. He spread my thighs apart and then I felt his cock pressing against my pussy, ready to take me from behind.

It was like hot fire cutting into my cunt, spreading me open and driving his dick deep inside of me. I screamed, pressing my face into the floor to muffle my screams as he began to pound me, his athletic hips driving his cock in faster and faster.

He had already cum twice inside of me, inside of two of my holes—so here, he was using the third—and so I knew it would take him a while, that he would take his sweet time fucking my poor, throbbing, abused hole.

“Please… Please… Please…” I begged, not really knowing what I was begging for anymore.

“Please what?” he asked, grabbing me hard by the hair. “Don’t just beg. Ask for things, Latoya.”

“Please, fuck me! Make me scream! Make me yours!”

Impossibly, his cock seemed to grow inside of me, spasming, pumping, twitching, hitting each inch of my insides as he slammed into me harder and harder.

And then, finally, I felt him arch his back. I felt his cock explode inside of me and I gasped with delight, my pussy gobbling down his hot cum. Even the feeling of his cum on my lips was agony, the most painful, agonizing ecstasy I had ever experienced. Tears fell freely from my eyes as I accepted his seed, accepted his cum.

We lay there, in a heap, an exhausted, spent heap.

“Not bad. Not bad at all,” David muttered.

“Oh, come on… That was better than not bad…” I insisted.

A knock came at the door. David slid himself out of me with a loud, satisfying pop. My pussy swelled and ached at the sudden loss of cock.

David grabbed a bathrobe and donned it before answering the door. I was still lying naked in the middle of the floor, however, completely exposed, with various bodily fluids dripping out of me, my ass glowing.

It was the same porter as before. He had a bottle of champagne for us. His eyes widened as he saw me. I smiled weakly back.

David palmed him a euro note.

“Keep the change, garcon,” he said with a grin before turning back to me.

“Now, where shall this bottle go, my dear…”

It was going to be a long weekend with my billionaire—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.