Gigolo IV

She swung at me, and she wasn’t holding back. Sure, it stung, but it only made me more excited. She even challenged and threatened me with more physical harm if I didn’t leave while standing in front of my only exit. My ear was ringing a little bit still when she attacked me again, and I easily caught her arm, which forced her to use her other hand to try and free it, but once I had both her hands together, it was over. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her down and grabbed the back of her dress and pulled that over her head like an old hockey move. Once I had her arms and head wrapped up in her dress, I dragged her to her bedroom. She still tried to kick and threaten, but there wasn’t much she could do being bent over at the waist, unable to see, and her arms and head secured in her dress. I pushed her over the side of the bed and dodged a couple of mule kicks before pulling her dress back and freeing her head, still keeping her arms trapped in the dress behind her. She screamed until I pushed her face into the mattress to silence and smother some of the fight from her. She pretended to go unconscious until I ripped her pretty bra off like the flimsy rag it is, and she again tried to fight until I pressed her face into the mattress again, this time, she flailed as much as she could until her body went legit boneless. I turned her head to the side and asked if she would behave, and I shook her head yes to my rhetorical question with a handful of her hair. She spat out a winded “FUCK YOU” but didn’t fight, so I ripped her fancy panties off and stuffed them in her mouth for shits and giggles, but not before bringing them to my nose and inhaling her fighting spirit. My cock caught a wif and stirred to life. 

She attempted a couple more mule kicks when she heard me loosening my belt and pants, and I let her burn herself out in the feeble attempt while I freed the judge, jury, and executioner. I took my time getting nekkid while enjoying her begging for it. My cock swole to the sound of her cries for more. I heard enough and pushed her face into her soft mattress until she behaved. I released her head while still holding her arms behind her in her dress, and I grabbed my cock with my free hand and spanked her with it. “Open up for Daddy,” and after another mule kick, I ran her through to the sound of her beautiful screams of gratitude. I was a little disappointed that there wasn’t more friction because she was wet for me. “You little slut,” as I broke deep into her, this time she turned her own face into the mattress so that nobody would hear her cries of gratitude. “This is what you want,” I grab her head and turn it to the mirror in her headboard. “You paid for this,” as we both got to see my tall, ripped, and undulating body lead our dance. She had tears of joy in her big, brown eyes and pretended as if she wasn’t enjoying it, but her body was telling on her. To prove it, I pulled out completely, milked my cock of her sweet juices and pulled her panties from her mouth, and shoved my delicious fingers inside her panting mouth. She gagged her appreciation but didn’t bite, which disappointed me. 

Her whole body became more receptive and softened like a dead mouse. I took the time to remove her dress completely because it was just aesthetically more pleasing to watch in the mirror. I grabbed her triceps like handlebars and rammed some fight into her. She just cried out with more crocodile tears; some people do that when they’re too happy to contain. I was pissed that she was so wet for me and wasn’t happy dealing with the limp, crying whore mouse she was, so I pulled out and rammed into her other hole. Now we were talking; she came to life like the bride of Frankenstein after those first bolts of lightning. She even tried to irk me more by exclaiming her gratefulness with demands for more. I wasn’t convinced, and I pulled an arch in her back with a handful of hair “Tell me what you want,” to which she hyperventilated, “More please.” I pulled harder “I didn’t hear you.” Like music to my ears, she choked out, “Fuck me, please,” in a desperate, pitiful plea. I turned her head to the mirror again, “You paid for this show, don’t you want to watch?”

I looked down to watch the beautiful strokes of my masterpiece and spit on my brush to speed up and broaden my strokes. She liked that, and it was evident by her musical moans. She liked it so much that I almost lost interest until her moans turned into deep guttural sounds that had me confused about whether to smother her in the mattress again or beat it out of her. I chose the latter and fucked her harder, and that only made her start to convulse, which was way better. Her demonic screams had me bewitched on our reflection and so fucking hard and turned on that I was ready to seed her. “You want me to cum deep in your ass, don’t you?” She actually voiced the affirmative but shook her head no as I filled her like a cream pie, and she came so hard that she was dribbling out of all her holes, and for our final piece, I feigned disgust and threw her onto the floor “You whore.” 

I plopped down on the floor next to her, all winded, and asked, “How did I do?” She joked, “Meh,” but followed it with a panted, “I came, didn’t I?” “No, that was great, but you were a little too nice,” to which I responded, “I’ll work on it.” “You are getting better, though, I did like how you ripped off my new lingerie, I’m going to take that out of your pay,” she joked. I did thank her for her tutelage and volunteered a discount, even though she is one of the highest-paid and sought-after criminal attorneys in the country, and she replied, “I’ll take it out of you next time.” I asked if we were done already, and she repeated, “I came, didn’t I? Now shower and go.”

Happy Hump Day!