Dirty Deeds Pt 2

“Get the fuck up and bend over the bed. I’m going to rip the fucking cunt right out of your body!”

I did as instructed. Bending over the king-sized hotel bed, my body shook in fear. Just his words alone had me on the verge of a mental crash. A breakdown. Slapping my ass, the flesh shaking in a slow ripple, I cried out in shock. Don’t get me wrong, it hurt, but I was too scared to worry about that. A thumb pressed against my ass, but that wouldn’t be the first hole he devoured. My cunt was his goal for the moment. I swear I need hazard pay some days.

He was large, and Dominate, but brutal was what he sought tonight. I don’t know why he hated me, but for some reason, he seemed to want to kill my pussy with his cock. Destroy my inner self with the head.

“Scream bitch, fucking scream for me!”

Slamming into my core, the head of his cock split my walls into a divided path. The lining of my vagina stretched in pain. I was not that I was inexperienced, just the brutality of his forceful plunge took me into the pits of hell. Gripping the back of my dark locks, his cock pounded deeper and harder into my walls, growling out each time.

“You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you Gypsy. Fucking bought and paid for slut. How does it feel to know that he isn’t even the one fucking you, but he is watching you right now?”

Stick and stones may break your bones, but names will never hurt you. How come if that’s true, I feel like a knife plunged into me with each name he called me. I felt as though he was burning my souls with his words. Never had I felt so dirty, as I did right now. People can judge another for what they do, but to be this hateful, broke my soul. Maybe that was his purpose in all of this. Who knows, but I do know that for the first time I wanted out. I never walked out on a client, but he was not my client.

Screaming for him to get away, laughter came from behind, it was my client. He was laughing at me. How could such a sweet and loving Man turn into this monster? He was now someone I never wanted to know again. Someone, I was hating more than anything in life. Sitting on the bed, his hand cradled my cheek, eyes on mine. Eyes I will never forget. They were the eyes of someone evil. I don’t know what I did to ever make this man turn like this, but I am so sorry that I ever met him.

“Fuck this bitch harder. Make her bleed for me, not for you, but me.”

He did. His manhood would destroy me the point of stitches being needed. To where I would have to take a month off to recuperate from the abuse. Screaming with each thrust, he pulled from me, and thought for a moment, I prayed he was done, he wasn’t. My ass would be his next target. My ass would be internally punished. Plunges into my cavity, I felt as though I would die for a brief second, but that was just my heartbreaking. My soul dying. I guess maybe in the mental feeling for this man was done today.

Pulling out, his hand yanking me towards him, the man finished on my face, slipped his pants on and left. My client stayed and fucked me through my pain. He spent the evening inside of me, fucking me though I cried. There is no other person in the world I would endure this for, only him. He might be horrible, and hateful, but there will always be a part of me that will submit to his sickness.

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