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I’ll never forget the first moment I laid my lucky eyes on you… I’m enjoying a few pints and in a great mood, and lucky for me, in you stumble– you, the sexy young feisty sex goddess, strut into the pub showing too much cleavage and too little clothing covering your totally fuckable ass. It’s an upscale touristy-like pub. You’re definitely cruising for cock. I eye-fuck you and you smile back, but you cozy up across the bar and start shamelessly flirting with some lame, much too older men. I’m thrilled to see you’re basically begging for their attention, and then I realize, you’re a working girl. You’re flirting to get them to pay for some fun. Now I’m not one to pay to play, but for you I’ll make an exception. I wait until you’ve stumbled back out of the back room with what must be your first client a few steps ahead of you with a big smile on his face. I walk right up to you with a shit eating grin on my face. Your sexy eyes see my movements and you freeze in your tracks, with a broad smile forming across your sensual lips coated with a fresh bit of come-fuck-me lipstick. But then you shyly look away. Out of the corner of my eye I catch you looking across the room, towards a guy. I quickly ascertain by your questioning look and his sheepish nod that you’re together somehow. “Hello, beautiful,” I say. “Hi there, big man,” you coo while dragging your nails across my barrel chest. “So does your caretaker over there approve of me taking you into that back room?” “Oh, um, yeah, he’s actually my boyfriend, and he just watches after me and protects me, but he’s cool with it all.” You bat your eyes as the important part was about to Escort Karşıyaka be conveyed. “And even though you’re very cute, there is a menu you could choose from based on what you want, but it does cost money to date me.” I laugh. “Date you? Honey, I’m going to fuck you. In fact, I can guarantee that you’ll never be the same after I ruin your holes. And your wimpy little boyfriend over there is going to secretly love watching you become my bitch.” “Listen, you can’t talk to me like that,” you snap back, but as you see me reach into my pocket and pull out a huge stash of big bills, your tone changes. “Okay, so it’s three hundred pounds for anal, two hundred for my pussy and a hundred for a BJ. Trust me, I’m worth it.” You wink and push your tits out. “I’m sure you are my dear. How about this? I’m going to give you a thousand pounds and you’re going to do whatever the fuck I want to you for the next hour. I have a hotel room across the street. Your little wimp is welcome to come sit in the lobby.” The large stash of cash hits your hands and some nerve deep inside you is struck by my cocky demeanor. You are instantly drenched and curious as to if I could be your new favorite rich client. You tell me you’ll be right back and you rush the money over to your boyfriend. He tries to size me up and he cannot hold my rigid stare back. He smiles and says he’ll follow behind us but you have already made your mind up that you’re about to my fucktoy for the foreseeable future. When you walk back up to me, I grab your hand, and lead you out of the pub and across the street to the nicest most expensive bornova escort hotel in town. You’ve only been inside a few occasions and you hope the doormen will let you back in. The doormen greet me and you can tell I am a regular customer. I hand them each a tenner and one of them says that they just finished cleaning the penthouse for me and that fresh champagne should be out on the porch as requested. Your level of intrigue hits a new high. We enter the elevator and you quickly take a look back to see your boyfriend walking behind entering the hotel. You can tell he’s uneasy with how quickly this has developed. Once the elevator doors close I use my penthouse card to gain access to the top floor. You get even more anxious as I give you a thorough look up and down. Abruptly I say, “So the other lad you went with in the back room, which hole did he use?” You blush but feel your wet cunt gushing at my brazenness. “Ummm, well, he just wanted a blow job, but I promise, I cleaned up-” I grab you and give you a deep kiss. My tongue forces its way into your mouth and you feel me probing all around. You are taken aback, and I break the kiss. “Yes, you did freshen up. I can barely taste cock in your mouth. Tell me, what’s your name?” You are breathing hard now for some reason, and you stammer out, “Stacey, sir.” “Good girl, Stacey. I think you’ll do just fine.” Ding. The doors open to a beautiful penthouse with 360 degrees of huge windows. All curtains are drawn back so sunlight fills the room. “Stacey, take your clothes off and walk out to the patio.” It wasn’t a question, and hence you don’t question üçyol escort bayan the command. You think about it, the fact that you would be exposing yourself to onlookers down below, but you don’t hesitate when you realize you have a whale of a client on the ropes. My reluctance to grab you, fuck you, and cum for you is bugging you. I nonchalantly walk outside, watch you pace around trying to fake your comfort in the nude out in the open, and act as a true gentleman and pour you a glass of champagne, then myself one. I clink your glass, stare at your sexy eyes as we take a sip together, and then motion for you to sit down with me on the outside couch. “So tell me about that little wimp you call a boyfriend. Does he like to watch?” “He isn’t a wimp,” you say and I smile, enjoying that I am striking a nerve. “He’s very open sexually and obviously so am I, so we enjoy this together. Sometimes he likes me to tell him what men do to me, or sometimes he likes to see me get used or right afterwards, sometimes…no I can’t tell you everything, I just met you.” “Stacey, you can, and will tell me everything.” “But, sir, I don’t even know your name. I mean, this is cool and all, and you’ve paid me a lot of loot for my time, but you really do think you’re some kind of big shot, I mean, like I said, I don’t even know your name.” “My name is inconsequential. Stacey, from here on out, you will call me Master. In time, your little boyfriend will call me Master too. And from what I can tell, you’re going to love how I’m going to treat you and your little boyfriend.” You notice how I don’t call him a wimp again, and you like it. I enjoy relishing that you don’t object to me calling him little. Compared to my 6’2″ broad shoulders and overly imposing stature, he is tiny. You are still shellshocked as to my arrogance, and the fact that I just met you and told you you would call me Master is almost laughable to you, but you can’t control it.
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