good girl

My clit feels tender as hell, still tingling as I crawl back to the bed and climb up. I position myself exactly as he wants me, cheek flat to the duvet and knees spread wide. I wonder how wet and swollen my pussy looks from behind, after the fucking he’s given me. I clench my ass over and over, trying to entice him.

He goes to the bedside table before he joins me. I count my blessings that I’m facing the same direction as I watch him. He shows me his cock, working it, clearly giving me a decent view before I take him inside me. Being fucked in the mouth isn’t the same as seeing the full spectacle tall and proud. I’ve seen monster cocks in p**n vids, but never in the flesh. I imagine how good it would be to be fucked in the pussy. I’m hoping he changes his mind about that option. I don’t know if my ass can take it.

      “I never use protection,” he says. “Are you ok with that? I can assure you I’m clean. I send my test results to the agency regularly.”

      I know that’s part of their criteria, so I nod.

      “Yes, Sir. That’s fine.”

      He takes out a big bottle of lube from the drawer.

      “Don’t look so worried,” he says, “I know what I’m doing.”

      “Thank you, Sir.”

      I hope he fucking does.

      “Ever had an anal orgasm?” he asks, fisting his monster.

      I’m honest. “Yes, Sir. I love anal.”

      “I can assure you this is going to be better than you’ve ever had before.”

      I love his confidence.

      He gets up on the bed behind me and the mattress dips and creaks.

      I gasp as he squirts a massive stream of lube onto my ass, slathering it all the way between my butt cheeks. I jolt when he slaps me, one palm on each butt cheek – decent blows that have me prickling.

      “I said on the proposal that I want to take your ass deep and hard, yes?”

      “Yes, Sir, you did.”

      “I wasn’t joking. I like it rough.”

      “I understand, Sir.”

      I clench my ass on instinct, and yeah, it’s a relief to have so much lube, but right now, I have to admit that I’m as edgy as hell. His cock is so thick, it could tear me in two. My safe word comes to mind. But so does £1600 and I imagine myself on the plane, looking at the clouds through the window.

      “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”

      “Yes, Sir.”

      I reach around and do as I’m told, exposing my ass like a dirty target. He takes aim, the meaty head of his dick all set to plough me, and I ready myself, shuffling as I hold in a breath.

      “Keep your cheeks spread,” he says, and then he pushes slowly into me.

      I grit my teeth against the burn of the stretch and he doesn’t stop pushing. Keeps on easing his cock into me.

      “Good girl,” he says. “Nearly there.”

His big hands take hold of my hips and with one final push we’re skin against skin and it feels like there’s a fist up there. He holds still, letting his cock pulse inside me, and the feeling is so weird. So weird it makes me moan. “Your ass is beautiful, inside and out,” he says. “Thank you… Sir.” “How does it feel, you fresh little whore?” It feels like I’m breaking at the seams, but I don’t want to tell him that. He moves his cock again, just a little, and the sensation ripples through me. Jesus Christ. “It feels so good, Sir.” “Couldn’t agree more,” he says. I have to bite down a whimper as his cock pulls back a few inches. And then he slams me. Once, twice, three times over until he’s balls deep, and I’m crying out as my ass burns like sin. He leans over me, his solid bulk against my back. I feel tiny and pinned down. “Tell me how fucking dirty you are,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me you’re a slut.” “I’m a slut,” I tell him. “I’m a dirty little bitch, Sir. I’m your whore. Nothing but a filthy fucking whore.” The words come so naturally. They roll off my tongue like I was born for this. “Louder,” he says, and I’m crying out again as he changes angle. Deeper. “I’m a slut! And I love it, Sir. I want it. Fuck me. Use my ass, Sir. Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME!”

His mouth is right against my ear. “You’re a slut that’s worth every fucking penny.”

      He lifts himself up, shunts my hands away from my butt cheeks and slaps my ass as he works up a rhythm. God, I can’t help myself. My fingers are straight to my clit in a frenzy, working myself as he fucks me.

      “No!” he says and yanks my hand away from me.

      I could cry in frustration – the orgasm building inside me is as relentless as his cock.

      “Take it, just like you’re told,” he says.

      And I do. Like a ragdoll in his grip with his monster cock pounding me. I take it, floating in the pain and pleasure. I’m lost to it as he slams me, as his big balls hit my pussy with every thrust and I’m coming, no fingers needed. Coming like never before. Coming like a true slut as his slams become frantic and I know he’s coming, too. Waves of pleasure ripple through me as he shoots his load, grunting expletives like a savage.

      I cry out as he finally pulls his massive cock from my ass, lube and thick, hot cum dribbling from me like he’s been plugging a drain.

      I giggle in the aftermath, wincing as I shift to watch him move from the bed. I’m expecting more champagne, or maybe some casual chitchat now he’s unloaded, but his mood shifts as he pulls his jeans back on.

      “That was great,” he says. “Excellent performance.”

For one second, I forgot I was a paid slut. Ouch