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Fantasy

This moment would have been described so perfectly and magnificently, word after word spilled on scripts of paper, by her favourite dark romance author; she would bend the words, twists of sentences so perfect that they would engrave an image so vivid that she will be living through the experiences of the characters. Chantelle was the one she related to the most. In scenes from a steamy night like this one, a dominant beast of a man devouring her wet s*x like a succulent meal and servicing her throbbing p***y with a masterful tongue all night... Until she can't take anymore.

There were many rules Lynn had set for herself after she decided to commit to the business and upon those many, there was two that she was devoted to never breaking; no matter how hard the desperate times hit.

Well, that was until now.

Lynn was just hot all over and waiting for him to put her out. But his teasing game was far from over. His tantalizing was doing a great job getting the lady soaked, but this kitty was ready for a nice pat so she can purr like a gorgeous Lamb.

Just the way she was on display, feeling like an exhibit with her butt pointed in the air, her legs spread wide her dripping p***y exposed like that made her feel a new kind of thrill. It made her wonder exactly what he had planned for her... Although there was some limits.. He had not aaked for the full service and she never liked giving the full service.

Well, if things kept going this heated way, then maybe tonight was going to be an exception.

His smooth finger tips just caressed her bruised ass so passionately, going over her ridges with intention like an artist brush stroking a canvas. Daddy fucker is in love, she thought to herself. She did not even have all that cake, but it was getting the treatment of a full junk trunk only money can buy.

His fingers would constantly slide up her slit and she was near hissing each time he would press into her swollen clit. f**k, it was just throbbing and begging for attention and she could just imagine all those juices that had spilled out of her spread over his fingers and sticking on them and pulling up in strings like hot mozzarella every time he pulls his fingers apart. He could see everything. She imagined he must be very hard.

His movements were getting quicker, more vigorous and more impatient. His fingers glided down her butt crack and she flinched as it tickled very much but after every jerking movement of hers he would stop. He was really a strict one wasn't he. Then he parted her p***y lips, she felt or imagined a stream of warm breath pour over her wetness and that almost did it for her. It felt like he was examining her very closely, breathing right unto her and she anticipated the feel of his tongue as it takes the first stroke of a lick. But what she did get instead, were his fingers. So suddenly something poked at her entrance and before she knew it he had inserted some thick digits inside her. She was not sure how many, but she could feel them alright. She imagined he had curved them and his knuckles were the ones pressing into her.

Slowly he began moving them and she curled her lips into her mouth to stop herself from making noises and that was manageable until he increased his speed, his digits plunging in and out of her so quickly while the fingers on his other hand circled her clit vigorously. It felt so f*****g good, her walls were pulsating, squeezing around his fingers and she just felt that knotting feeling in her stomach just build up. She was going to cum... Ohh.. Not yet... Not yet.... She moaned out loud, a long- drawn moan that was deeply sourced from her chest and in response he pulled out his fingers and struck her ass so hard she heard the sound echo around the room.

"Fuck." She hissed, so lowly, under her breath she thought he had not heard her until he struck her again.

"I am warning you, princess, if you keep moaning like that, making those noises, there will be consequences and not necessarily painless ones." His voice was threatening, dark, dare she say... demonic, with such a domineering tone even moving through a voice changer.. it still chilled her to the bone.

She could just see everything in her head, and f*****g hell she had given him a gorgeous face. He had gray eyes, sharp, striking and haunting gray eyes, and she imagine those eyes with a flare in them, just going over her body like a peeping pervet, like a predator looking at its meal, fully undressing her and ravaging the sight.

That fantasy was so hot. She was ready to keep provoking him.

She wondered when her blouse was going to go off.

His body pressed into her as he leaned into her, a muscular arms slithering around her waist and holding it tightly. Then his lips neared her neck and he exhaled deeply, like he was really trying to hold back and control himself. f**k! He smelled amazing! The smell was so rich and like something she had smelled so many times before that it was just evocative and his hot breath dancing on her skin was inciting the hairs on the back of her neck to rise.

That was something else. She thought he'd suddenly bite her and that excited her even more...but not more than the sensations she received when he lifted her skirt further up her back and skin on skin contact was made. Yes! They were getting somewhere. He was nude and she could almost feel everything.

Her brain was going very slow right now...well only the rational part of it.. all she could think about was the accruing wetness between her thighs and that if he desired so, he could grind that solid meat into her. She loved a nice humping session... or he could put it somewhere else warm and moist....

Fuck! The thought of her wet v****a lips on his solid, ribbed flesh had her throbbing. She so desperately wanted to feel his daddy c**k with her bare hands, and more especially with her lips.

"Ohhhh f**k…" A soft moan slipped out of her lips before she cried out subsequently after.

She was nearly screaming as his hand came down on her already sore ass like hot iron and he went for a second strike, this time his hand hitting her throbbing v****a directly. It was hard not to whimper in both pain and pleasure. She had never felt such a strangely painful yet titillating sensation, she only screamed because that spank nearly pushed her over the edge. Her thighs shook, she was so wet and hot already, that she knew that if he slapped her v****a again, she was going to lose it and c*m.

"I'm warning you for the last time." He hissed into her ear and Lynn thought she heard the voice changer glitch for a second and expose his real voice.

Her stomach almost flipped... he sounded so much like....no... this was not the right time at all to be thinking about him.

After she nodded her head, she felt more of him. His teeth pinched the skin on her nape of her neck and began nibbling on her, leaving tiny bite marks.. "Fuck...." his breathing had gotten quite heavy as well, and his voice was no longer as mechanical. "You smell f*****g amazing, princess, gorgeous, f*****g gorgeous...." he abruptly cupped her breast and squeezed roughly making her gasp... "makes me want to f**k your sweet brains out...." he bit her earflap as her n*****s hardened like bullets between his fingers... "every time I look at you... in this little uniform I have to resist bending you over and making you take my c**k from behind...you really have no idea the kind of sick, twisted things I want to do to you..."

That did it for her as well. The role-play. She knew these kinds of clients, one who want to carry out their unfulfilled desires on a woman because they can't have the real woman they want. She wondered who he was pretending she was. Seeing as she was Becks, she wondered if she knew her. That's why he wanted her to say nothing, to not make a single sound and to keep her face half- covered... he did not want to see her face or hear her voice and have his fantasy ruined by being reminded that she's not who he's imagining her to be.