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I am frozen to the spot, unable to move as he stares down at me, his eyes roaming over my features slowly.
He brings one of his hands to my face, caressing a finger over my jaw, before cupping my chin with two of his fingers. His index finger trails over my lips, his gaze vacant, as if he’s so wrapped up in his thoughts, he doesn’t even see me.
I watch, still unmoving, as he drops that same hand from my face, down to my breast, to my hip. He runs the tips of his fingers over the lace of my panties, his touch more curious than anything else.
He looks down at my underwear, his gaze studying the design of the straps carefully. I wait, with bated breath, as he slides his thumb into the waistband, lowering the skimpy item over my ass cheeks.
I remain still as he pushes them down my thighs, leaving them bunched up around my knees. His fingers seek out the apex of my thighs, and he dips the digits into my wet slit.
I gasp as his thumb rubs against my clit roughly, and I jerk away from his aggressive fondling, because Mr. Aldine is not a gentle man.
He is quick to wrap a hand around my neck and pin me against the wall, keeping me in place as he pushes two of his thick fingers into my pussy.
My eyes drift closed and I throw my head back as the pleasure and the pain begin to mix, making it impossible to tell the difference between the two. It feels so fucking good that my hips start to move of their own volition.
Slowly, at first, and then with more enthusiasm.
I haven’t had a good fuck in weeks, and I’d been reduced to masturbating after each appointment because most of my clients didn’t care about whether I enjoyed the sex or not.
Half the reason they came here in the first place was so they wouldn’t have to give a fuck about their partner’s needs. The other half was to live out whatever sick, twisted fantasies they came up with on a woman who wouldn’t judge them for it.
It was up to us to make those dreams come true. We had to participate, we had to pretend to love everything they did to us.
But this?
Mr. Aldine’s hand wrapped around my neck while the other worked on my gushing pussy, three of his fingers pumping inside me and rubbing against my g-spot just the way I liked…?
I didn’t have to fake any of it.
I loved it.
This was the kind of shit that turned me on.
My toes curl in my shoes, and I moan long and low in my throat when he fucks me faster. I squirm against the wall, spreading my legs wider for his convenience. My panties fall to my ankles, and I grind my crotch against his hand as I draw closer and closer to the edge, so desperate to climb it that I don’t even notice he’s staring at my face as he fucks me.
I gasp in shock, in pure pleasure, when he works a fourth finger inside me, stretching me so wide that it intensifies the pain.
“Mr. Aldine?”
“Yes, Avery?”
God, that voice.
My eyes roll back into my skull when his palm rubs against my clit.
“It hurts,” I admit, my hand reaching out to grab his wrist.
The hand around my neck tightens once more, cutting off my breathing and the blood flow to my brain. My head spins, and I groan, my eyes snapping open as my orgasm nears.
They immediately fill with tears from the lack of oxygen, from the intense sensations coursing through me, and I let out a breath when he responds.
“But you like it, don’t you, Avery? This is what you need to get you off, isn’t it?”
I moan my assent, and he groans his approval, his fingers moving faster, harder inside me, making my pussy squelch loudly in the room.
My juices run down my legs in a sticky mess, and my walls clench around his fingers as the orgasm he’d been building up finally hits me. Mr. Aldine brings his face closer to mine, watching me cum all over his hand as he whispers dirty, nasty words that have me flooding into his palm. My knees buckle beneath me as I come and come.
He lets go of my neck, and I inhale deeply. My head spins even further, and with his fingers still fucking in and out of me, my orgasm is drawn out, lengthened until I’m a moaning, sticky, wet mess.
When I’m done, he reluctantly pulls his hand free from my wetness. He doesn’t bother to catch me when I fall to my knees eryaman orospu numaraları in front of him. He does grab me by the hair, though, tilting my head back so he’s looking at me.
He brings his wet fingers to my face, and instead of putting them in my mouth like I expect, he smears my wetness over my nose and cheeks, my forehead and chin.
He admires his handiwork, smirking arrogantly down at me.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Avery?”
I swallow, and try my hardest to speak.
“Yes, Mr. Aldine.”
My body is numb with pleasure, and my pussy is still clenching and spurting from my orgasm.
“I’m glad,” he says, moving my head towards his hardening cock. I wrap my lips around it without any further encouragement, moaning when he pushes the head back into my throat.
His expression is blank, and except for the intense lust in those dark eyes, you wouldn’t know how turned on he was right now.
He holds my head against his crotch as I gag, and choke around his length, my eyes locked on his face.
He pulls out suddenly, and I draw breath for the first time in almost a minute.
Mr. Aldine tightens his hold on my hair and drags me behind him. I cry out and try to stand, but he grunts his disapproval, forcing me back onto my knees so I have to crawl.
He allows me to stand when we get to the bar and my eyes tear up from the pain that shoots through my scalp at his aggressive handling. He wraps his large hands around my waist and picks me up, placing me none too gently on the marble countertop of the bar.
Mr. Aldine strokes the length of his cock with his hand, the other reaching out to weigh my soft, delicate tit in his palm. He starts kneading it, his fingers digging into the flesh with as much force as I’d used earlier, teasing my already hardened nipples until I’m squirming on the bar.
“Do not look away when I fuck you.”
I nod, glancing down briefly to watch him stroke his hardening cock, and my nerves kick in because there’s no way I’ll be able to take that entire thing inside me without it hurting like a bitch.
He slaps me lightly, bringing my attention back to his face.
“I don’t like repeating myself, Avery. But you seem bent on not listening when I speak to you,” he admonishes.
“I’m sorry, I’m just wondering how you’re going to fit all of that inside me.”
His lips quirk up in amusement, and he moves closer, teasing my clit with the broad, hard head of his cock.
“I thought you were an experienced whore.”
“I might have exaggerated that statement just a bit,” I confess, my body trembling from the pleasure rushing through me. He rubs that sensitive part of himself against my equally tender nub, torturing us both.
“You lied,” he accuses, moving the tip to my slit, pushing it gently, slowly inside me.
I groan, arching my back as I grab the edge of the counter to balance myself.
“No… I just stretched the truth a little bit so I could get this job.”
He pauses at that, his eyes scanning my features quickly.
“Why?”
“Because… College is expensive and I don’t have anyone to pay my tuition for me,” I respond, my walls clenching around him, silently begging for more.
“Where are you studying?”
I should have paid attention to his tone, to the way his entire body had gone stiff against me, but my eyes lowered to my pussy, where the first two inches of him are painfully stretching me apart already.
He slaps me again, this time a little harder than the first time. I snap my gaze back to his urgently, and swallow before I respond.
“Columbia. I’m studying computer sciences.”
He pushes more of his length into me, and I moan, scooting away from him. He immediately wraps both hands around my waist and pulls me back to the edge of the counter.
“Which year?” he growls.
“Third. I applied when I was nineteen because I couldn’t afford the deposit after graduation.”
He rewards me with a few more inches, and I cry out in both pleasure and pain, my eyes heavy from the intoxicating feeling of being filled by him.
“What exactly do you plan on doing with a degree in computer sciences?” he asks curiously, his fingers digging into my flesh. My breathing is heavy, and my heart ankara escort is racing in my chest.
“That’s a long story, but the gist of it is… I’m really good with computers and I don’t want to hack for the rest of my life,” I whisper.
A shadow crosses over his face, and he actually smiles at me before he buries the rest of his cock inside me in one smooth stroke.
I scream, throwing my head back as my fingers dig into the edge of the counter.
“Fuck! Oh my God!”
He holds me still as I buck and squirm beneath him, trying my best to get him out of me, because it’s too much. He reaches parts of me that have so far been untouched, stretching my walls so wide I feel like I’m being torn apart.
“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” he asks, his hand moving from my hip to my clit, which he teases lightly with three of his fingers before he gathers my wetness and smears it across my belly, my tits.
I have never been so full in my life.
He wraps an arm around my waist and grasps my neck, bringing my face within inches of his.
Mr. Aldine is not unaffected. His jaw is clenched tight, his brow furrowed as he fights to keep still instead of hammering into me the way he’s dying to.
I whimper when he pulls his entire length out, and I bite down on my lip to keep from drooling.
“Ready?”
“Absolutely not,” I reply, my voice shaking.
A second later, he thrusts that cock inside me so hard, I am robbed of breath. My mouth opens in a silent scream, and my eyes squeeze shut. My insides are on fire, a mix of pleasure and pain.
For a second, maybe three, I feel nothing except his cock inside me. It is everything, and I want to cry at the intensity rushing through me.
He tightens his hand around my throat, and I immediately open my eyes and look at him.
I wondered what this little obsession was actually about, but I didn’t dare voice that question.
Not that he’d ever answer me.
“It’s taking everything not to fuck the absolute shit out of you right now,” he admits, licking his lips in anticipation.
I moan in response, the pain fading away as pleasure, earnest and searing, set every part of me ablaze. My second orgasm pales in comparison to the first, and he barely acknowledges it as he continues to fuck me at that same pace.
I’ve never been fucked with such careful brutality in my life. His strokes are long, perfectly timed, and so deep he hits my cervix with each thrust, making me moan deliriously.
I wrap my legs around him, and pull him against me, breaking his rhythm with my energetic humping.
“More… please.”
He obliges me by letting go of my neck to grab both hips again, angling my body so half of my ass is off the counter.
He slides out of me, ramming back into me violently. I am lifted upwards from the force, and scream as my pussy coats his cock in a thick, musky cream.
I can’t look away. I’m in some kind of sexually charged trance, where I’m responding to his savage thrusts, tightening with desperate need around him.
He is relentless, almost merciless as he fucks me, driving all those gloriously hard inches of his magnificent cock into my wetness.
Each deep, long plunge rocks my body to the core, and I grab onto him as I meet him thrust for thrust, taking from him as much as he’s taking from me.
He glares down at me, his jaw clenched up tight as he uses my body for his pleasure, and even though I know this has nothing to do with me, that I am only here to relieve him of his stress, I am loving it all the same.
My toes curl and my back arches as he drives into me brutally, his thighs slapping against mine so loudly, it’s all I can hear.
That, and my own desperate, wanton moans.
I match the intensity of his gaze, and he growls in response, the sound so primal it sends shivers up my spine.
Impossibly, he fucks me even harder, and goddamn if that doesn’t have me screaming, my pussy gushing around his cock with the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
My vision blurs at the edges, and I’m so overwhelmed by the pure ecstasy rushing through my body that my limbs go numb.
He grabs both my legs and tosses them onto his shoulders so he’s even deeper inside me. I elvankent escort lay back, my hair falling into a thick waterfall over the side of the bar. Both hands now, around my neck, tightening as he rams into me, his teeth bared and his eyes glowing with an almost barbaric carnality.
There’s something captivating about him, a darkness that lurks beneath the surface that I want to prod and tease and provoke, just to see how far he was willing to tolerate my disobedience before he snaps.
But another time.
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It’s been a solid thirty minutes of this, half an hour of the best fuck I’ve ever had and I don’t want it to end.
But I know that it must, because if I continue like this, I’m going to hurt her.
Really, really badly.
Already, her skin is bruised from where I’ve touched her, and her legs are trembling against me as cum spurts from her ravenous pussy, running down both our legs.
She’s exhausted, whatever energy she had drained out of her by the multiple orgasms she’s had so far. I keep forgetting to let her breathe, and she’s not going to be able to walk for at least a few minutes after this.
“Are you still with me, Avery?”
She replies by clenching around me and parting her lips in another moan.
I gathered her against me, my hands cupping the fleshy gloves of her ass and lifting her clean off the counter with my cock still buried inside her. I hold her like that, and drive into her rapidly, making her scream hoarsely as my cock plunges in and out of her with such force, she’s not breathing.
My nails dig into her ass while my cock saws in and out of her hot, wet pussy in a frenzy, and finally…
I cum.
I cum hard.
I growl and throw my head back in painful, glorious release. My knees buckle beneath me, and for a second I think I’m going to collapse right there, with her in my arms.
I bury my face in her tits while my hips continue to move of their own accord, my mouth seeking the saltiness of her flesh. She whimpers when my teeth nip at her neck and breasts, marking her as I ride out the last few seconds of my release.
I allow myself another moment to enjoy her wet heat before I pull out of her.
I place her back on the bar with her legs spread wide open for my pleasure.
She’s a sweaty, twitching mess.
Her curls are in a disheveled state.
Her face is flushed, her neck and chest shiny with the sheen of sweat, and her legs are shaking. My cum drips from her clenching pussy, pooling into a musky, white puddle on the bar.
The sight gives me a perverted kind of satisfaction, and I look down at her with heavy-lidded eyes.
The demons that had been scratching at the surface are somewhat abated, and the restlessness I had been feeling over the past few months settles.
I know I am far from satisfied, but this will have to do for now. I will need to be content with the hour of bliss her body has provided me.
She looks at me with those deep brown eyes, and my gut clenches with need. She should never have come in here, should have never begged her way into staying longer than she had to. Because now, I was going to ruin her.
Like I did with everything else I enjoyed.
I cup her chin gently, my touch more delicate than it needs to be, but I feel she deserves it for lasting as long as she did.
I push the hair matted against her forehead back, so I can look at her properly.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Avery?” I ask her.
She nods quickly, so fucking eager to please.
“How many clients do you usually have in a week?” I ask her.
“Depends. Four, if things are slow and maybe twelve in a good week.”
I push aside the jealousy I feel at the thought of other men touching her. To satisfy that particularly dark part of me, I scoop up some of my cum from her pussy with my fingers, bringing them to her mouth.
She parts her lips without protest, and enthusiastically licks at the soaked digits, sucking on them until they’re clean.
To tell her what I wanted would leave me at a disadvantage, since she would know how much I had enjoyed fucking her.
So I’d ruin her for them instead.
I knew for a fact that no man liked to fuck a woman who was wearing another man’s mark on her skin.
She’d need to heal before Mona allowed her near any of her regulars.
My gaze roamed over her bruises, already turning a dark shade of purple on her light complexion, and I grinned down at her with depraved intent.
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