Author's Note: Okay Kristi approached me with this idea months ago and I was sort of in love with it. You'll note this is the first...half? And yes there was more to the punishment at the end. If you all want to see it you need to say so and convince Kristi. This Spotlight is actually getting a (2 of 2) because Kristi and I continued the story. So you get two fights.
Gosh what to say about Kristi? Easily one of my favorite people to roll around in bed with? She writes like a dream and is just. Really sweet and cares about her partner. Sometimes that looks like just talking to you and sometimes that looks like putting a strapon in your ass to encourage you to do a better job next time. (Or cause you're into that. Who knows. I mean honestly...don't look at me. Its not like she has shown to be one of the most attentive to detail people in just casual play I've ever met. Whatever.) The point is I hope you enjoy KristiLynn as much as I do. You can find her
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I sit at my dresser, taking another look in the mirror as I apply the final touches, a red lipstick, a shade between crimson and a rose, and as I finish, I get a message from the car service the agency sent over to pick me up. I blow myself a kiss in the mirror and set the lipstick down, and head down the stairs to the door. I grab my bag and head out towards the street, where the driver meets me halfway, taking my bag and opening the door for me. I sit down into the backseat of the town car as the driver shuts the door, and puts my bag in the trunk. I don’t know where we’re headed, nor do I know what to expect. Each night is a different experience, which is part of what drew me into the field... that, and my love of sex. I mean, with a body like mine, why shouldn’t I? And, if I can get paid to have it, quite substantially as well, even better.…
I pull my phone from my clutch, and go over the message my handler sent me... “I can’t tell you exactly what to expect, but he is wealthy, promises full payment with the possibility of extra, and no touching. Be ready at 9:00 Friday night. And here it is, nearly a quarter after 9, and the town car brings me into the city. He pulls into the “W” hotel, which brings a smile to my face. Beautiful rooms, and far from cheap, so I do know the client has money to spend. The car comes to a stop as I await the driver to open the door, and when he does, he has my bag in hand. I turn my right leg out, my stocking clad thigh shows out from the bottom of my dress as my red 5” heel lands on the sidewalk. I rise from the town car and take my bag, giving the driver a smile, and he hands me an envelope with my instructions. I open the envelope and have a key to access the elevators that take you to the suites, and I smile again at the lush evening ahead. My red heels click along the marble floor as my body cascades across the lobby to the elevator. The access card opens the door as I step in, and select the 33rd floor, the very top, excited to see the view of the city from there. The elevator dings to a stop as it reaches the floor, and I step out, and head towards the suite. I see the door and slip the key in, knocking as I let myself in the room... “Hello...?” I call out as I step in, the door shutting behind me as I take in the sight of the main room. Large and open, with floor to ceiling windows, the city lighting up the dimly lit room, as I see the client sitting in a chair. “Come, join me...” he says in a deep, but soothing voice. There’s always a little worry in this business, but the agency puts every client through a thorough background for our protection. “Please, have a glass of wine, and take a seat.” I smile as I turn to the bar and pour myself a glass of wine, dropping the cork to the floor on “accident” as I set the bottle on the bar top. I bend over at the waist, my tight red dress accentuating the curve of my ass in my dress, the bottom of which pulls up so the client can see the tops of my thigh high stockings. The red cocktail dress I wear is low cut, and I don’t have a bra on, and as I turn, still bent over, he can get quite the view of my firm breasts before I stand back up. I saunter back over to him, and take a seat across from him, crossing my right leg over my left, my heel clad foot dangling as I smile at him seductively... I get ready to say something, and he cuts me off... “Please, enjoy the wine, we’ll get started soon enough...” and I cock my head at him slightly, puzzled, and still curious as to what his flavor is, as I take a drink of the expensive wine, wondering where this night will go…--
There are some things I’m not terribly proud of doing in my life. Choosing to make money in the oldest profession known to man however is not one I would characterize as a poor choice given that it has opened a lot of doors over the years. After I retired from Foxy boxing a few years back it's amazing how many high paying members of this community remember my short career. In fact it tends to lend itself to my appeal. As I stood in front of the uptown apartments where I lived I absently tapped out my lips. They were painted blue, the bullet proof kind of lipstick that you needed in order to make it through a night of partying, sex, and the occasional barfight. Though lately those things have been behind me. The company I worked for now was good about making sure I wasn’t off to too many crazy things. Then again I was the blue haired tattoo covered totally piercing wearing member of the catalogue. I always got the weird stuff. As the cat pulled up I adjusted the halter of my dress and stepped in taking the weight off my ballroom heels settling into the back of the car. The driver didn’t say anything, I didn’t offer to break the silence. I just stared into the bleeding lights of the city as it swirled by me. An unassuming night for quite a bit of money. I could smell something on the wind though. This was one of those jobs that was just a little too good and when details were scarce that usually meant that there was something I’d found out when I got there. The car pulled up in front of the hotel and I got out looking up at it. Pricey. Mama likes it. At a gentle cough from the car window I turned around and took the envelope pulling it out and scanning the instructions. Something was up. I cruised through the lobby to a series of turning heads. Hitting the button of the elevator I couldn’t help but think that there was a lot of staring going on and even some whispering from those in the lobby. Using the key card I finally got out on the top floor and made my way to the room in question. Letting myself in smoothly I let my eyes adjust to the dark. There were two people here already. At the sound from the couch I tossed my hair over my shoulder in a blue ringlet waterfall. Oh yes. Something was up. I met the look from the woman in red already seated on the couch.
“Evening...hope I’m not late to the party” Crossing the distance to the bar I sniff at the wine before I select a bottle of whiskey and poor. Taking the tumbler I turn and catch the smirk on the man’s face. Yes I am a whiskey girl thank you. Sipping, I quirked my eyebrow. “Well then. What's the fun for tonight?” My eyes slid to the other girl already comparing bodies and sizing her up. --
The client and I sit, quietly, almost awkwardly at this point, as the level on my glass of wine gets lower, and lower... and then... the door opens, startling me. My eyes fix upon the silhouette of an obviously curvy woman as she steps in, clearly having a key to the room if she’s let herself in. She steps out of the darkness of the entry and I get my first glimpse at her. The blue hair, the piercings, the tattoos... all on a gorgeous body that looks great in her dress. I can feel a very familiar feeling rush through my body, one I know quite well as competition. The only kind of feeling you’d get when a rival is in your midst. I watch her pour a drink and say how she’s a whiskey girl, before she asks what’s in store for the evening. My eyes remain on her as I feel a glare come across my eyes, before I fix them on the client as he starts speaking... “Welcome, ladies. I’m sure you’re both wondering why you’re not only here, but why BOTH of you are here. Well, it’s actually quite simple. I have a very peculiar fantasy, and I have requested each of you from your respected agencies to fulfill it...” At this point I speak up, “Darling, I have lots of friends I could have brought for you tonight, and...” and the client raises his hand to cut me off... “That... is exactly what I did not want. You see, I didn’t want you two to know one another, and seeing your reactions to each other, I can tell you don’t, which is perfect.” He then stands, and heads to the coffee table, and opens a drawer, pulling out an envelope... “In this envelope is your respected fee for the evening... plus $10,000. But only one of you will get this... the other, nothing.” My eyes are now wandering, from him, to the envelope, to you, back to the envelope, and to him... “Tonight, you will compete. I want to know which of the two of you are the better professional. You will fight, using the talents you have as women, and you will try and make each other cum. The first to cum, will be the loser. The winner will get the money, and the loser, as her prize...” And with that, he sits back down in his chair, taking a sip of his scotch. I take in everything he has just said, and, being in the “game” we are, this is not the first sexfight I’ve been in, but it will be the first with such consequence. My eyes fix upon yours as I stand up from my set, setting my glass down, as I lick my lips... “Well, then I guess we’d better get started...” as I step away from the chair and move towards the center of the room, where my hands go to the clasp of my dress behind my neck, undoing it, as I pull the straps down, and peel the dress down my body, rolling it over my hips, as it falls freely to the floor down my legs. I kick it away as I stand in my red heels, my white thigh highs stockings, and my red lace thong, smirking at you… --
That is the other shoe. I knew it was going to drop I just wasn’t sure at what point it would. A sexfight was well in the realm of my abilities and there were some really serious twists out there that could certainly make use of them for whores. Usually not high paid escorts but the chances of a double or nothing pay day where I didn’t have to do something with a less than enjoyable client was a really amazing offer. Not only that but my opponent was a lovely stunning creature that I was totally okay with playing with. The choice of taking two girls from different companies made a ton of sense since it ensured the whole thing was legit and that we weren’t just putting on a show and splitting the money afterwards. My challenge for the evening slinks off the couch and I can’t help but admire as she slithers out of the dress. Somewhere someone set this up big time. Red Thong, white stockings. Goodness gracious me. Finishing my drink I set it down and pull the straps of my dress away and unzip it letting it fall in a puddle at my feet as I stepp free of my heels leaving me in a pair of black stockings and a blue lace thong. What can I say? I play to my type. Sue me. Coyly twirling my hair I walk across the distance my left arm under my ample and substantial chest as I make my way over to you looking you up and down like you’re my next meal. Walking a slow circle around you I step right up to you and flick my hair out of the way before leaning in. “I don’t give a shit about the money. I’m going to fuck you like the over priced whore you are. The money is just a nice bonus on top of owning your body.” My forked tongue slides out and over my lips slowly. “Shall we?”--
I step out of my dress, and kick my heels aside as I move towards you, while you begin your approach to me, as well. I stand in the middle of a large fur rug as you let your own dress fall from your body, and I watch as it puddles up at your feet. I get my first view at your very sexy body, in your black thigh highs to contrast my white, and in your blue thong. I bite my bottom lip as I take in your sight, looking you up and down as you move towards me. The evening’s canvass begins being painted, the picture slowly becoming clear as we now know the reason we are both here, and what is at stake. The only thing left is to find out who the better professional is. You make your way towards me as my hands move to my hips, standing tall and confident as you approach, and you slowly circle around me, as I watch you closely. I listen to your words, and your threats, giving you a bitchy smile as you move back around in front of me... “Good, I’m glad you don’t give a shit about the money, because you won’t be seeing a single fucking dime of it! You call me overpriced...” as it is now MY turn to circle YOU, my body slowly stepping around you, as I continue... “and I look at you, and it couldn’t be more clear... The client’s most certainly get what they pay for, and when you walk through the door, they know it’s going to be cheap, and less than fulfilling. I don’t have to charge what I do, but I do because I can... I’m desired, you trashy skank, and tonight, I’m going to prove why...” and as I finish speaking, I come back in front of you... “And yes, we shall...” I say as I step right up into you, my body pushes forward and against yours as my firm 32DD’s press into your equally naked girls, and my hands reach out and grasp your hips, holding them firmly as I get right up close to you.--
There is something to be said for the way you move and how you talk but it's all so...basic I want to accuse you of. Sure I put on a show but Iactually think this is how you are. The high priced ho. The showroom model is the one that all the ass sits in. You genuinely believe that you are better than me from your much smaller chest to your albeit lovely body. It's so clear now why I am here and I can’t even hold back the giggle as you mimic my little stalk. THis is comedic. Every college sorority brat that has ever called me out every cheerleader, every big tit secretary. Everyone who has ever looked at me and deemed me trash and cheap is reflected in you in that moment and I can’t help it. I Just laugh. You push into me and in less than a second I go from deviant escort to ready to fuck you senseless. Your 32DD’s while amazing lack the mass of my 38DD’s so when you push in on me I show you while I get called for the clients who like to see titfights and slam you head on with them looking to send your stumbling. He said sexfight, I heard fuckfight and I’m a rough bitch in bed. This is no different. I waste zero time as I give you a tit to tit slam. My left hand lashes out like lighting to catch the curve of your shapely ass and squeeze hard. My right hand snakes high looking for the back of your neck so I can pull you into an arc welder hot kiss right there on the furs in front of the client. It also subtly forces you naked girls to content with the mass and density of my pair head on. This isn’t just about an orgasm I’m going to deconstruct you piece by piece and make you question your validity as a woman. --
I push into you, and you giggle at me, almost laughing, and it just pisses me off. I want to slap that smug look right off your face, and treat you like the rough and used up bitch that we both know you are... but that isn’t what the client paid for, and I’m now here to fuck you into dust. Our breasts press in, and my firm girls smack and grind against yours, but your heavier girls slam directly into mine, forcing me to take a step back, but only briefly, as I use the grip on your hips to pull me right back into you, smacking my firm stomach against yours as our breasts mash together. I feel you snake your hand around behind my neck as you pull me into you, and into a kiss. I see it coming, and I am more than ready for it as I tilt my head and push my lips back against yours. We kiss, for the first time, but not the last, as I PUSH my body into yours, pulling us in tight as my tongue flutters between your lips, forcing the kiss to grow deeper, as my hands move over your hips and wrap around behind you. My right hand slides down as my left slides up your back, trailing along your spine and up higher as we continue our hard kiss. My right hand gets to your ass as I take a handful, diggggging my nails into your flesh, just as my left hand grabs the back of your blue hair, and sharply PULLS your head back, breaking our kiss when I do, and exposing your neck. My lips move to your exposed neck as I begin kissing, nibbling, and sucking, marking you as I use the grip on your hair and a HARD thrust of my tits into yours to move you back the step you moved me back just moments ago.--
You jerk on the grip you have on my hips and I smirk. Oh I can tell you’re not happy about any of that. Sure enough you meet my kiss without hesitation tilting your head and driving with your tongue. Tucking my own out of the way I hide the little surprise as you are quick to move from the kiss after swirling your tongue around the inside of my mouth. Yours brushes mine but I just continue to giggle. I have such surprises in store for you. Your hand finds my hair after leaving lovely fiery furrows up my back and jerks backwards to pop your lips free of my mouth. So eager to move on aren’t you. Your lips move to my neck. While they are working away your hand finds me ass and squeezes. As if that isn’t enough you RAM me? Sending my stumble back a step in your grip. Working my left hand over your ass exploratorily I find the edge of your thong and slide my finger along it dipping below the line as you continue to pressure me. My right foot finds purchase in the floor and I halt your momentum. WIth my hand still on your neck i move my fingers through your hair caressing like a lover as I tangle the fingers. Easing my left foot closer to my right I step out just a little keeping the pressure of my body into your as you work those lips over my neck. Goodness that feels good. I give your thong an exploratory tug at the front as if to say: hey there. How's it going.. moving the front along the lips of your womanhood. Lightly twisting left and right I left my pierced nipples flick across yours as I twist my chest left to right gently working it into the grind not pulling it too far off line as you continue to mount your pressure into me.--
My pressure forces you back a step, maybe a little more, but you dig your stocking clad feet into the fur and stop us, and at this point I don’t want to push any further, as this is clearly the very early stages of this war of whores. I feel your fingers twirling up in my hair, and I know exactly what you’re doing, and I let you, as I continue to work my lips over and around your neck. Kissing, nibbling, suckling, from the left side, to the right, and to the nape of your neck, leaving tender little love bites as I feel you give my thong a lil tug, forcing a soft groan to escape my lips. Our breasts rub together as your pierced nipples grind across mine, but it doesn’t make me back away. Our breasts continue to grind as my nails move along your ass as I grip the back of your thong, giving a little twirl of my fingers as I tug it up between your cheeks and tight to your twat. My kisses move back up your neck, slowly trailing up to your ear as my tongue flutters and teases her, blowing soft, cool air into your ear, before I bring your face back down to mine, and plant my lips on yours once again, kissing you hard and deeply as my tongue flutters between your lips. I know this isn’t really a sprint, but I want to turn you on, and I know my kisses can weaken even the strongest will, and I plan on doing so tonight. You don’t seem concerned by my fingers in your hair which is either because you already know what you’re doing about it or because you’re too arrogant to recognize what is about to happen. Either way I’m happy to take a slow pitch. You lovely little kisses work all around my neck and I sigh contentedly as you work them only to let my grin spread as you let out a moan from my little tug on your thong. Your own fingers dance across my rear before you find my thong and give me a return favor. Yanking it between my ass and flattening out the front against my lips. I purr and shiver at the jerk. Oh you are just lovely aren’t you? Sure enough your mouth moves back along my neck and back up over my lips. Hello there...back for more?
Your little tongue caresses my lips and I just can’t help it. I let mine out to play. The wicked forked tongue slithers out of my mouth to twine around yours. Wrapping the split around your tongue I look you right in the eye before bobbing my head in and out sliding my tongue along yours like I’m jerking a hot cock teasing and pulling at your tongue. My fingers wind deeper into your hair and I slide them against your scalp slowly like I’m caressing your beautiful hair. At the same time I wiggle your thong left to right to get it bunched up as I suddenly pull up and back sawing it into your lips and running the pussy slick part of it over your clit as it sucks the back into your ass pulling it tight to your rosebud. I giggle into the kiss as I put some pressure on my back foot allowing my nipples to poke yours firmly. --
My fingers remain in that blue hair, balling my hand up a little tighter as I feel you also gaining a firmer grip, right down to my scalp as my kiss is met with one of your own. I can feel your tongue wrap mine up as you pull it in and suck at my proud muscle. I let out soft purrs as I enjoy the kiss, as well as the grip on my hair, and our bodies pressed together, but the sensations don’t stop there... As you caress my hair, you bunch up my thong and pull it tight over my clit, and saw it right up against my star, sending a shiver up and through my body, one that is not going to go unnoticed by the whore I am competing with.
My hand leaves your hair, and she slowly begins a long and teasing way down your body. My fingernails trace along your skin, along the outside of your right arm, and down, to your firm stomach, as my fingers dance down between us. I keep the bunched grip of your thong in my right hand as I pull it up and tight between your cheeks, just as my left hand finds your covered sex. My palm covers your kitty as I begin rubbing your lips, and your clit, my fingers circling around slowly, but firmly, as I begin fluttering my tongue while you suck on her. --
Oh that looks like it made an impression. I continue to work your tongue and kiss with my own feeling my body heat up front he pressure and the feel of you against me still rubbing my chest into yours. This is going to be downright lovely! Sure enough you shiver at the work of your thong against your body and then it's my turn as you let go of my hair and your hand finds my pussy working it slowly and I have to admit you’re not as cheap as I thought you might be. I think I’d happily have sex with you if this had been a different engagement. Pity really but then again if I win you’re aaaaaaall mine. And that is a price I can’t pass up! OH! The thong in my ass gives me a little jump and I wiggle against you.
With your hand free of my hair though it's time to cash in the chips I’ve been laying outside we started this. I set my legs up off center after your push and with good reason. Suddenly tightening my hand in your hair I give it a firm pull twisting you towards your right as my right hand pulls in a half circle. At the same time shove off my right foot giving you a hit with my chest and trying to yank your thong towards the right. Your hands are locked up on my thighs but I press into you. Trying to take your back but I’d settle for your side if I can get you to turn. Seeking to molest your soddening womanhood with my greedy left hand pressing my right leg behind you and my left into your right thigh as I try to get you to turn to your right. --
My fingers tease and dance along your mound, as I grip your thong tightly, solely focused here as we kiss, and I’ve clearly made a mistake in freeing you, as I am suddenly yanked, twisted, and spun around as you get in behind me. Your hand immediately goes to my sex and begins molesting me, working me over as you press your right leg in behind me. My hands leave your sex and thong as you spin me, and I press back into you, feeling your breasts against my back. I reach up and behind with my left hand, searching out the back of your neck, my fingers sliding through your hair to get a grip, as I turn my head, and pull your face to mine, wanting to pull you into another kiss, this time from the side, and while I do this, I shift my hips just a bit, and I push my hips back, pressing my ass to your mound as I start gyrating and rolling my hips, rubbing back into you in a sort of standing lap dance. --
I'd call you a stripper with the way this worked out but I kind of deserve what I get and there are some boys from the dance floor who want your number. The move breaks the kiss and sure enough I get you with my hand on your sweet mound and my grip in your hair but you don't let that face you instead you use me like a lead in a raunchy blues dance. So this is how it feels...then the kiss comes. Oh the kiss! Your lips find mine and just work me like I'm your lover.
I can't help it. I give it back hungrily working scour lips with mine trying to devour your sexual prowess as though I can suck it clean from your lips as you kiss me. My left hand passes your thing finally and splits your lips delicately picking your juice and depositing it on your little numb before my middle finger begins dancing slow circles around it. In rhythm to your ass grinning on my own sex. I push my chest in and double down on my grip on your perfect womanhood. Compelled to make you ADMIT through a body submission that I have more skill and you want me more. I want you to desire me…--
I roll my hips and grind back into you, and I know you’re enjoying it as you return the kiss, but not in an aggressive manner, in more of a lustful and passionate way, and I love it. Our lips mold, and part, our tongues roll and mix, but then, your questing fingers slip inside my thong, and are quick to attack. I feel you slip your finger along my slit as another shiver runs up through my body, as well as a moan into the kiss. I keep the hold behind your neck as we make out, our kiss growing deeper as my right hand reaches behind, caressing over your thigh, and hip, and behind you, as I grasp your ass again. My hips bump back into you as you continue playing a wonderful tune on my wetness, and I know this is going to get much worse for me before it gets better if I don’t do something... and, that something, is a finger, teasing it’s way between your ass cheeks as I search for your pucker, hoping to press against her in a surprise move to you so I can get you out from behind me. --
I'm not sure if this is precisely the fight the patron wanted but its the one he's getting honestly on a certain level I think both of us are thinking sex but I have the desire to have your body in my clutches a beautiful thing to hold tight add adore. So when you tighten up on my neck I just return the movements. Undulating and hot enough to melt steel as I press lips to lips running the fork of my tongue along your lips savoring their taste. My fingers do their work and I feel you shiver as I swirl your tight clit. In the position you're in compared to me I just treat you like you're myself essentially masterbating by proxy with your body.
Your crawling fingers suddenly go hunting in my ass and I make a surprised noise into the kiss pulling away a little pressing into your back and widening my eyes. The only thing saving me from a serious violation is my thong bunched up over my rosebud. I hesitate… do I let go or let you back door me… I press into your clit mind working furiously![color]
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My finger parts your cheeks and presses to your star, pushing the thin material of your thong against your pucker as you let out a little noise. Our lips massage together as we each fall deeper into the kiss, our tongues rolling together as my moans reverberate from your questing fingers, continuing to work my sex over. I feel my wetness growing by the minute, and I know if I don’t do something, this fight is over before it really even started... so, I use my fingers between your cheeks to pull the thin material from your pucker, and my middle finger dips inside your asshole. I twist and roll her slowly as I slide inside you slowly, needing to either drive you wild with this, or get you off of me... before I get off....
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I sit back hard on your finger, clenching my ass and feeling you just drive into me. No, I want you so bad. My left hand in your crotch grips the bottom of your thong and yanks it down over your stockings. You pull my thong free and with your thong down I grab my own and yank it free. Stepping with my left foot I free my foot and pin your thong to the floor. Shoving forwards with my hips and my right hand I shove my right leg between yours. With your hand on my neck and and your other busy questing around my ass I grip your waist and use my left knee to knock in the back of your left knee. Following you to the ground cling to your back on my right knee, my left leg over your left feeling you continue to work me wild. Consequently the little tumble to the carpet has left us in a scissor of sorts. Pulling on your hair I work my pussy against yours both now naked as I trib into you while rocking back on your hand in my ass. “Mmmmm...oooooh you slut!” I could be talking to you...myself….we’ll never know as my slick juices cover your womanhood and mix with your sticking us together as I ram my pussy against yours.
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My finger works your ass and I can tell it’s getting to you, when you suddenly rip our thongs away, first mine, then yours, leaving us in just our stockings, finally. I keep a firm grip on your neck, and in your pucker, when you suddenly push into the back of my knee, and we go down in a pile of sexy flesh. I’m somehow able to keep my finger in your ass, but, we interlock our legs when we fall, and our molten hot twats find each other for the first time. You grab my hair as I awkwardly lay on my side/front, and you pull me into your thrusting hips. “Come on, bitch, fuck me!!! Show me what you’ve got, slut!” I scream out as I bounce my hips back into you, smacking and grinding my pussy into yours, and with each backward thrust, I pull you into me by my finger in your ass!
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“Mmmmmgawd!” This is what I’ve been craving all night. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it with you or I’d just break you with my fingers but I’ve made up my mind. Yes I want you and badly. Driving with my hips and my hand in your hair I proceed to POUND you from behind your finger in my ass making me drip fluid down my leg nearly immediately. Reaching around the front of your hips with my left hand I spread your pussy lip and drive the next strike in with my labia lip. With a sudden yank up and back using the lip to saw along your clit before I slam my own clit down. With your face first and at this angle it drives my engorged bud into the underside of yours. With a firm grip on your hair I proceed to pop my hips down with a flick every time. Your finger sliding in and out of me and clit boxing yours like I’m looking for a knockout on your perfect little chin. I want your body to give it to me. A sexual KO that says I own you for the night to do whatever I want with your perfect body.
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“HOOOOOLY FUCKKKKK!!!!” I scream out as your fingers move around and work my sex in just the right direction as you yank on my hair and drive your hips into me from behind. Moaning and groaning, I bounce and thrust my hips back into you, driving back with everything I have, as my finger stabs deeeeeeep inside of your tight asshole. I wish I had some technique left in me, but at this point, I’m just trying to hold on. I moan and groan, my eyes shut tightly as I bounce back into you, my ass bouncing off of your hips as I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming out... fighting to hold on... as we FUCKKKKKKKKK it out!
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Pressing on the back of your head trying to shove your face into the floor with my grip on your hair. I move to pull your hips up a little more as I just drive into you slamming my little dagger home under your own nub looking for the shiver and collapse of true rhythm indicating your out of the fight and giving up your orgasm. I am SO close. I have to be careful not to slip past you as I drive into you. The finger in my ass would have done me in if our positions were reversed. No contest at all. I grab your left breast as I let go of your pussy, my positioning consistent enough as I continue to ram you over and over from behind and above. “Give it to me you slut! Show me how you really feel about my cheap whore body!”
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You shove my face into the floor by my hair as you pump into me, drilling your stiff clit into mine from below and behind. I want to fight back, I NEED to fight back, and I get ready to mount my comeback, when you grab my breast, and ram into me, again, and again and again. My finger slips from your ass and I bring my arm forward, bracing myself on the fur, and you relentlessly fuck me... “FUCKKKKK YOU, CUNNNNNNNTTTTTT!!! I’M CUMMMMMMMINGGGGG!!!!” I scream out as I bounce back into you, completely out of control as my juices burst from my cxnt and soak your thighs and sex as my body betrays me loses control!
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The warm slick feeling of your cxnt giving up the defeat just makes me fuck you harder as you put your hands on the floor I can hear our patron move but I give him a look like War herself as I continue to trib you. I want your body to give me an orgasm. I want to cum from the feeling of you against me. It doesn’t make much and I’m there. A shiver flows through my body as I’m wracked by the pleasure of it my warm juices gush over your womanhood as I continue to pump with little to know rhythm riding out the orgasm against your mound. With a shuddering sigh I release your hair and wobble around to your side. Pushing you over I climb on top of you. Putting my hands on your chest I heave as I look down on you. Squeezing your chest firmly. “Are you mine now?” It's not a mean question, it's an honest one. I’m offering you your freedom from the second clause. I don’t care about the money. I want you but I genuinely respect you after this. But I’m not going to trap you in something someone else sent you head first into.
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I bounce back into you, while you continue to trib me through my orgasm. I know what you want, and I do all I can to get you there, bouncing into you with little to no rhythm as you do the same into me, as you celebrate your victory with an orgasm as your warm juices flood and cover my womanhood. You finally release my hair and roll me over onto my back. My tits rise and fall, the realization of my defeat settling in. You put your hands on my chest as you squeeze my girls firmly, asking me a simple, yet, twisted question. Am I yours? According to the client, I am... Did you beat me? You did... Would I let you go if the roles were reversed? I take in deep breaths as I try and catch my breath, trying to compose myself, as I look up into your eyes... “I don’t care if I’m yours or not, but you’d better take me to bed one way or another...” I purr, as my eyes hungrily stare up into yours.
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That is enough of an answer for me as I look up at the confused client. Pulling you up by your chest a little sadistic grin on my face I hoist you over my shoulder like the trophy you are from this fight. Looking at our client I wink. “Thanks for the fun dear. This was the most fun I’ve had in ages.” Trotting across the room I scoop up the envelope and head for the bedroom. Tossing you on the bed I climb up on you and settle in above you. “You know for a basic bitch you’re the most fun I’ve had in a VERY long time and I absolutely love it truth be told. Settling in on top of you I play with those perky nipples absolutely lovingly with little flicks and teases as I sit atop you.
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You accept my answer, though I’m still not sure as to what is to ‘cum’, but you quickly rise up, and pull me with you, tossing me over your shoulder like I’m nothing, and that honestly kind of turns me on more. You tell the client how much fun you’ve had, collect your “other” reward, and proceed to carry me into the bedroom. You throw me onto the bed as I land on my back, and you quickly climb on top of me. “Mmmmmmm!” I moan out as you play with my rock hard nipples, and I look up into your eyes, smiling. I reach out and grasp your hips, as I lick my lips. “That was a lot of fun, and you’re an amazing fuck... for being a cheap whore... but, the night is still young...” I say with a smile.
