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Victor guided the man to the seats near the window and I crawled behind him like the obedient pet he paid me to be. Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his semi-hard cock and instructed, “Play with me.”
I reached up and wrapped my hands around his soft length, tugging and squeezing as he grew long and thick. Running my nose up his length, I kissed up and down the shaft while he stroked his hands through my hair. Glancing sideways, I saw the handsome man adjust his cock and a dark corner inside me smiled that I was getting a reaction out of him. His eyes remained on me as I placed small, gentle licks around the head of Victor’s cock, my hand stroking and teasing the shaft.
“Do we get to try her out tonight?” he asked and for a moment, I thought I heard actual need in his voice, not the overt lust I was used to from the others, or Victor.
“Is that what you’re worried about, James? Not the bill that goes along with my little pet. She’s an expensive slut, but she earns her keep. She’s insatiable and will do anything for her payment. Isn’t that right, slut?” he chuckled, wrapping his hand into my hair, and pulling my gaze to his.
“Yes, sir.” I responded through tension, my lips resting against his cock.
“I’d like a tour and if she’s acceptable, I’ll take over her contract right now. She looks like she’ll be fun to break.” James sneered and I swallowed the bile down, realizing the good vibes I was receiving from him were just a fantasy.
No one wants a whore.Let alone someone as handsome and distinguished as the man sitting in front of me. Victor stroked my hair again, completely out of character for him as he appraised James. With a nod, he removed his hand from my head. I crawled to James and knelt at his feet, awaiting his orders.
“Stand.” James barked and I quickly stood, straightening my dress, and staring at the carpet.
He rose from the chair and placed his hand around the back of my neck. With his grip on the sides, he maneuvered me through the crowd of familiar faces, each of them eyeing me for the filthy things I did to them. I could feel the tension rolling off him as we left the billiard room. James never spoke a word as he guided me up the winding staircase along the far wall of the entrance and to the second level.
Walking me into an open door down the long hallway, he turned the overhead light on and closed the door behind us. I was unsure how to act, so I stood still and waited for him to speak. James walked around me in a circle, his fingertips gently brushing against my stomach and back. Chills erupted across my skin and once again, I cursed myself for finding arousal in these circumstances.
What does that say about me? That I’m a whore that enjoyed certain parts of my ‘job.’ James came to stand in front of me and with the lift of my chin with his hand, I finally let my eyes take him in fully. His sensual green eyes stared down at me with need and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe it was me he wanted and not the indecent things I let them do to me. In a different life, I would hope for a man like him to want me. Knowing I was just a pussy to get off in, I slowly pulled the zipper down on the back of my dress, hoping to entice him enough to buy my contract like he had promised.
“Let me.” His deep voice sounded around me and with a delicate touch, he slowly worked my zipper down, the thin straps the only thing holding the dress over my naked body.
My breathing increased as he slid his thumbs under the straps and lowered the dress to floor. Offering me his hand, I stepped out of the dress and he extended his arm, allowing himself a full view of me. Long ago, I gave up on covering myself, so I stood and let him inspect me.
“You really are exquisite.” He remarked and slowly ran his fingertips down each arm.
My nipples pebbled painfully, and I was growing confused. Most of the men are quick to pull their dicks out, but with James, he was taking his time. I started to lower to my knees when he grasped both arms and stopped me.
“That’s not what I want. Lay on the bed.” He purred and my pussy grew damp with need.
I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
His breathing hitched and I hoped I had found something that pleased him. As long as he was happy and I kept getting the necessary payments, I’d call him whatever he wanted, besides the one word I refused to utter.
“Spread your legs.”
I complied, showing him my freshly waxed pussy and the arousal that was already there, just from being in his presence. I hadn’t grown wet at the sight of a man in longer than I could remember, usually depending on the foreplay to get me going. With James, all I wanted him to do was plunge his cock into me and make me forget all the terrible things I had done to get here.
“So beautiful. I want you to play with yourself. Show me how you get yourself off.” He husked, desire dripping from his deep voice as he pulled a chair from the corner of the room and positioned it along the edge of the bed.
I envisioned the two of us wrapped around each other and slowly slid my hand down my body, rubbing my heavy breasts and pinching my nipples as he looked on. Catching his gaze, I moved my hand across my stomach and between my legs, finding my sensitive clit wet and engorged.
James rubbed his cock - that I still hadn’t seen - through his pants. I could only imagine how thick and long it was as I rubbed my clit, plunging my fingers into my sticky, wet pussy. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I watched his breathing increase with mine as I got closer and closer to orgasm. James stood, pushed the chair back, and buried his face in my pussy, licking my wet center.
Instinctively, I grasped his hair and rocked my hips. His tongue skillfully licked me, and my legs clamped around his head as I felt the pressure in my stomach. I broke apart with a stifled moan on my lips, feeling his beard brush against my sensitive skin. He licked me softly through the aftershocks and lifted his head with a satisfied smile on his face. Standing, he pulled a silk handkerchief from his suit jacket, using it to wipe my wetness from his beard.
With his eyes locked on mine, James offered me his hand and I sat up from the bed. He pulled my naked body against his and I could feel the steely length pressing against my stomach. My pussy clenched at his size as he whispered into my ear.
“I think that should be enough. Don’t you?”
“You don’t want me to...” I looked down at his hard cock in his pants and back to him.
“There’s time for that later. Let’s tell yourSirthat you have a new home. That is, if you want to come home with me.” He smirked, a slight hint of need in his voice.
“Yes, please.” I whispered and he smiled brightly at me. I quickly put my dress back on before checking my hair and makeup in the mirror, feeling James’s stare boring a hole into me the whole time.
His handling of me was delicate, almost reverent as he guided me back down the stairs. Just as we turned down the hallway to the billiard room, his possessive hold returned to my neck. A strong thumb stroke against the column of my neck under my hair and I felt his calm pouring into me.
