Little Miss Prostitute

Little Miss Prostitute

“I’m at the hotel on the corner of sixth and main. Yes, that’s the one,” Logan said into the phone. “I’ll be here for a couple of days on business and I’m told you can provide some, let’s call it—companionship, for weary travelers.”

“Yes, sir; we certainly can. Do you have any specific requests? We have some very experienced—“ she started to reply, but was cut off.

“No! I want someone new, if you have anyone,” he said.

“As a matter of fact, I do. I have a new girl who’s just started and hasn’t been on a single call yet. Shall I send her over?” she said.

“Yes, that sounds perfect. And make sure she looks the part. I don’t want to fuck the girl with the heart of gold that lives next door. I want a whore—make sure she looks like one. I’ll be waiting,” he said as he hung up the phone. There was a knock at the door less than an hour later; he answered promptly.

“Right on time,” he said. “Come on in. What’s your name?”

“Julie,” she said timidly, walking inside as he closed the door behind her. “What’s your name?”

“None of your business,” he said. “As soon as we’ve finished, you can take this and leave,” he said, waving a sealed envelope slowly.

“Well, we can get started whenever you’re ready. I just have a few ground-rules to discuss with you first,” she said.

He laughed. “Ground rules?” he laughed again, louder this time. “The only rule tonight is that if you do what you’re told—you get paid. This,” he said as he held the envelope next to her face, “is money. With this money I can buy things. Tonight I am using it to buy you. That means that I own you, just like I own my car, my house, or my dog,” he said, slapping her in the face with the envelope. “So what you need to ask yourself is, do you want this money or not?”

“I don’t just want it; I need it. If I don’t get that money then I can’t make my house payment, and it’s due tomorrow morning,” she said, the desperation evident in her tone. “Please,” she said softly, but her eyes were pleading with him not to send her away empty handed.

“Then why don’t you just relax and forget those rules of yours. This can be a very beneficial experience for you too, aside from the money,” he said.

“How do you mean?” she asked.

“I asked for you because you’re new. You’ve never done this before, isn’t that right?” he asked. She nodded but said nothing. “I know your type; the good little prim and proper girl who is used to the same boring sex. Your idea of crazy is getting bent over in the kitchen once a month,” he laughed. “That’s the part you need to understand, I don’t need a whore to get that kind of sex. If I wanted rules then I’d go pick up some little slut myself. But letting go of those rules is going to be just as hot for you, trust me.”

“I just—I’ve never done it before—for money I mean,” she said nervously. “I’m a little scared,” she said, trying to smile.

“That’s why I wanted you. I wanted someone who wasn’t used to being bought and sold like a bag of groceries. Because that first time—the first time you literally offer up your body for sale and become a whore—that’s what’s going to make it hot for both of us,” he said. “Let’s get one thing straight—if I say something tonight—you do it. You don’t talk back, you don’t hesitate and you sure as hell don’t say no—or no money,” he said, giving her one last slap with the envelope.

He sat down on the couch and grabbed a glass of wine, sipping slowly. “Now why don’t you take that long coat off so I can see what I’ve purchased,” he said.

She untied the coat and opened it, feeling awkward and self-conscious as she did, wondering if she’d made a mistake. She tried to think of some other way to earn the money by morning, but she was already two months late. There was no other way, though she tried desperately to think of something. Soon there would be no turning back.

“Very good so far; now throw it on the ground,” he said, interrupting her thoughts.

She dropped the coat on the ground, and he took the time to look her over slowly. She’d put on enough make-up to make her look just like the slut he wanted. He took a sip of wine, pleased so far. His eyes fixed on hers. She was terrified; he could see it. It excited him. He continued to work his way down her body with his eyes. She was wearing a skin tight top. It was tight enough, he was sure, that he would be able to see her nipples easily once he’d made them hard. Next was a tight, plaid skirt that hugged her figure nicely, and fish net stockings to round out the package.

“A bit conservatively dressed, for a whore, but very nice,” he said. “Now turn around so I can see that little ass of yours.”

The comment shocked her, and he noticed the look on her face when he’d said it, but she didn’t say anything. He smiled as she turned around, enjoying the control. She wasn’t used to being treated like nothing more than meat, but it was something she’d have to get used to, he thought. He got up then, and walked over to her. He liked the way the skirt looked on her ass, and he wanted to touch it. And why not, he’d paid for it. He grabbed her ass, feeling it beneath his hands. She flinched slightly, but didn’t pull away. He pulled her hair away from her as he leaned close to her from behind, one hand still on her ass. He licked up the side of her neck, then bit at her ear before whispering.

“I know what you’re doing, Julie,” he said, his warm breath on her ear. “You’re trying to find a way, any way, to get that money without having to step over that line. Where you don’t have to sell your body and become a dirty little whore. Is that what you’re doing? Don’t lie to me or no money,” he said.

“Yes—I am,” she said, tilting her head to the side so her neck was exposed to him. She was angry at herself because it felt good to be treated like a slut, and it shouldn’t.

“You’re getting desperate now, aren’t you Julie, because you know that if you don’t think of something soon, it will be too late,” he whispered into her ear. “Your innocence will be taken. Oh yes, you’ve had sex before, but you’ve never sold yourself,” he chuckled softly in her ear. “But once you give in to that desperation and stop trying to fight it—then we can have some real fun,” he said. “Stay still,” he said as he wandered over to the desk. She couldn’t see what he was doing. When he came back he pulled her hands behind her back and she felt the coldness of steel on her wrists. She was handcuffed. He turned her around.

“The thing is, Julie, you really aren’t going to be able to let go of that desperation until we cross the line. And I wanted to take my time with this, but if you’re going to spend the whole night trying to find a way out of this, it’s really going to ruin the fun for both of us, so—“ he said, reaching out and putting his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to her knees in front of him. He untied his bath robe as she looked up at him suddenly, her eyes fearful.

“Open!” he said, slapping her on the face, stinging her cheek. Her mouth dropped open and he slid his cock in almost instantly, her eyes wide from surprise. He grabbed her hair with one of his hands and pulled her mouth onto his cock, slapping her face with the other hand. “Suck it, you whore.”

Oh my god, what was she doing, she thought as she sucked him into her mouth. No, that wasn’t right, she wasn’t sucking him—he was fucking her face. She felt him getting hard inside her mouth, growing larger and larger. She was almost out of time, there had to be some way to get the money. Her mind scrambled, but it was getting harder and harder to think. He was so hard in her mouth now. He pulled his cock out for a moment, then slapped her face with it.

“You’re nothing, Julie—nothing but a whore. Stop fighting it and give in,” he said, driving his cock back into her mouth and grabbing her hair again. She gagged once, and instinctively tried to pull away, but he didn’t let her. He only fucked her mouth harder and faster, tears running down her face now. Partially from gagging, partially from the realization that she was now the property of someone else.

“Do you know what I’m trying to decide, Julie?” he asked, though he continued fucking her mouth so there was no way she could reply. “I’m trying to decide if I want to shoot my load of come in your mouth or all over that innocent little face. You’ll know what I decide before long. If I pull my cock out of your mouth, you hold it open like a good girl.”

She struggled instinctively against the handcuffs, but there was nothing she could do. She looked up at him through wet eyes as he pounded into her wet mouth, yanking forcefully on her hair. He was getting close to coming now; she could tell. Once he came, she was his and there was no going back. He pulled out of her suddenly, stroking himself. She opened her mouth. He held off his orgasm for just a moment longer, so he could watch her sitting with her mouth open; a whore begging for her food. Then he shot hard. The first throbbing surge sprayed her forehead, the second hit her cheek; the rest of the blasts went straight into her mouth. He screamed out as he came, watching her look up at him. When he’d finished, he stuck his cock back into her mouth for a few moments. He walked back over to the desk, grabbed the keys and unhooked her cuffs.

“Go clean your face off, slut.”

She went into the bathroom, washing the hot come off of her face, too ashamed to look at herself in the mirror. She came out of the bathroom and he was waiting for her. He put his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close and kissing her.

“Well, look at that,” he said. “Little miss soccer mom likes being treated like a whore,” he said as he looked at her nipples, now fully erect. She wanted to deny it, to take away the satisfaction he was getting, but there was no hiding it. Her nipples were pressing against her shirt so hard, and she felt exposed and vulnerable even though she was still clothed. She tried to fold her arms over her chest, but he slapped them away. “No,” he said. He walked over to the bed and lied down.

“Take off your shirt—after you are sitting next to me,” he said. She walked over to him, as instructed, and sat on the bed. His eyes dropped for a moment to her thighs. She pulled her shirt off as he ran his hands over her thighs. “Now the bra,” he said. His eyes were on her breasts as she reached back and unhooked it. She felt her nipples tighten even more as the bra came loose, dropping to the floor.

He leaned forward, taking each of her nipples into his mouth, feeling their hardness against his tongue and between his lips. She bit at her lower lip, feeling a throb in her pussy as he sucked on her. Then he let her nipples out of his mouth and forced her back onto the bed, pinning her down by the neck. Then, taking his time while he kept her pinned, he slapped each of her nipples, pinched them hard, and slapped them again.

“Now get that skirt off,” he said, “and slowly.”

She stood up, her nipples hard and sensitive from their rough treatment. She turned around, her back facing him as she reached back and unzipped the tight skirt. She pulled it down her thighs, slowly revealing a garter belt and matching bikini panties.

“Mmmmm, very nice,” he said as he ran his hands up and down her thighs and ass, over and over again. It excited her; she had to admit, having someone cherish her body like that. She pushed back into his hands at first, but stopped herself. “Lay on the bed, arms above your head,” he said. She moved slowly, noticing a pair of restraints at the top and bottom of the bed. She put her arms up and he tied her in, then did the same to her feet before taking position next to her.

“I thought you didn’t want to be a whore?” he asked, his hand moving up the inside of her thigh.

“I don’t,” she said, trying to be defiant.

“You are either lying to me, or you’re lying to yourself,” he said as his hand slipped inside her panties. He pressed his finger against her pussy. It was so wet that it swallowed his finger instantly. She moaned slightly, trying to keep quiet. “What is this then?” he asked, fingering her gently but firmly, then pulling his finger out and putting it to her lips. “Your innocent little cunt is sopping wet,” he said, pushing his finger closer and rubbing it on her lower lip. She attacked it hungrily, sucking his finger into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of herself on him.

“That’s it, such a good girl. Get it all off,” he said. “Now let me tell you how tonight is going to go. First, I’m going to make you beg me to come. Then, before the night is over you’ll be begging me to stop making you come. But you know what? I won’t. Not until I’m good and ready.”

“I won’t—I won’t beg,” she said.

“We’ll see about that,” he said as he reached over and grabbed something from the table. She saw he was holding a knife. He ran the tip of the blade down her neck. She was frozen in fear now. He traced a trail down her neck, then nudged each of her nipples with it before moving down her belly. She considered screaming for help, but nobody would be able to get to her in time. The tip moved further down, over the side of her hip. The blade went under the strap of her bikini panties, then he moved it up sharply, cutting them off. He moved it to the other side, and cut them as well, then dropped the knife to the floor. She exhaled, feeling her pussy throb when she realized she wasn’t in danger. He yanked the panties away, throwing them on the floor.

She cried out, but tried to muffle it, as he unexpectedly slapped her pussy. It hurt, but in the moment following the flash of pain, her pussy pulsed with pleasure, begging for more. He slapped her again twice in rapid succession. Her hips squirmed for a moment.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he said as he moved down between her legs. “Already so swollen and pink and wet,” he said as he put his hand on her and she felt him pull back her lips, exposing her engorged clit. It ached from being spanked, and screamed to be touched. He thrust his face into her, savagely devouring her pussy. She felt his tongue stab into her, probing and thrashing. She ground her hips against his face as he sucked on her clit. She gasped as she felt his fingers slide into her, her wet pussy welcoming them inside with ease. He picked up the pace suddenly, his head and mouth moving back and forth as his tongue and lips lashed at her clit as his fingers fucked her faster and faster.

“Oh my god,” she said, before she could stop herself from speaking, her hips bucking violently against his face. She was seconds away from coming—coming all over the face of a stranger who had purchased her flesh—it excited her as much as shamed her. She felt her pussy clinch—then he stopped. Her eyes snapped open as she looked down at him, anger on her face.

“Beg—beg and you get to come,” he said.

She refused to beg or even to speak. He said nothing, waiting for a minute for her pussy to calm down. He pulled his fingers out of her and put them to her mouth. She turned her head away, refusing, even though she wanted to taste it. Suddenly, his mouth was on her pussy again. She gasped, and the moment her mouth opened he put his fingers in there, and she tasted the sweetness of her come as she moaned, sucking her juices from his fingers while he ate her again. For the next half hour it was the same thing. He ate her until she was so close to coming, then stopped, over and over again.

Finally, he moved up from between her legs, kissing her as they shared the taste of her pussy. He rubbed her clit now, and she moaned into his mouth. She was soaked; she felt it as he touched her. He continued to rub at her clit, slowly—too slowly for her to come, holding her on the agonizing precipice without letting her go off. Then he stopped kissing her, though he continued to rub her, pulling his face away and watching her.

“I want to watch your face as you struggle and fight against it—and I want to be watching your face when I break you,” he said, stroking her hair with his other hand. Her body was on fire now, and she felt sweat on her face and forehead. “You don’t have to suffer like this,” he said in a surprisingly gentle voice. “Just give in, Julie—stop fighting—stop suffering,” he said.

“Please,” she said, before she could stop herself. But his fingers felt so good on her clit. She was so close—she just needed to come.

“Please what?” he asked, looking her in the eyes, stroking her cheeks. “Say it Julie; stop struggling against it.”

“Please—let me come,” she said, her teeth clenched partly in anger and partly in longing.

“You can do better than that,” he said, rubbing her clit a little faster.

“Please—let my pussy come,” she said, and it was much easier that time.

“Good girl; see how much nicer that is to obey and give in?” he said, sucking at her nipples now while he fingered her. “One more try,” he said. She did not hesitate this time.

“Please, let your dirty little whore come for you. I’m begging you. I’ll do anything if you let me come,” she pleaded, and it made her hot doing it. She was surprised when he pulled away, rolled off the bed and left the room. When he came back he wasn’t alone… Julie’s eyes got wide when she saw another woman walk into the room, wearing only a pair of panties. He lied on the bed next to Julie, still tied down and helpless.

“Julie, this is Lisa. Lisa is going to help you tonight,” he said. “I’ve got her all ready for you, Lisa, and she tastes delicious, I must say.”

“Wait, what are you doing?” Julie asked as she saw Lisa take a step toward the bed. She struggled violently against her restraints, but it didn’t do any good. “Let me go,” she said as Lisa got to the bed, lying down between her legs. Lisa stroked her thighs as Julie struggled.

“That’s it, Julie, fight it—struggle until you have no more energy to resist,” Lisa said.

Julie fought against the restraints, pulling as hard as she could, pleading with her captor in desperation. “Please, just let me go. You can’t do this,” she said, panting as she fought harder.

“I can do whatever I want, Julie. You are my whore tonight, and you better not forget that. Keep struggling—that’s it—it will feel better when you have to give in,” he said, taunting her.

“You better not stop struggling Julie—because the second you do I’m going to eat you,” Lisa said. “I wonder how long you can keep it up,” she smiled a wicked smile.

And Julie did fight, for as long as she could. She struggled and kicked and begged, pleading for them to release her. But they only watched her struggling, and continued to taunt her. Her face, stomach and tits glistened with sweat now, and her legs and arms felt like they were on fire from straining.

“No—oh my god, no,” she said, knowing that she couldn’t keep it up any longer.

“Give in, Julie—you know you want to,” he said, kissing her softly. She moaned into his mouth as she kissed him, then she felt her body go limp. She had no energy left to struggle. The moment her body went limp, she felt Lisa’s mouth on her pussy, and her fingers thrust deep inside her. Julie was so weak now she couldn’t even offer token resistance. She was terrified—and yet in only a matter of seconds, she felt her pussy erupt into Lisa’s hungry mouth. She tried to grind her hips, but she was so weak she couldn’t move. All she could do was lie there and take it, getting eaten and coming harder than she could ever remember. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed in Lisa’s mouth—she felt herself squirt, her come dripping down onto her ass.

She felt his hand squeeze around her neck as he watched her face while she cried out in orgasm, tears running down her face to the pillow. She tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let her. He kissed her as she came, devouring her cries and taking them inside his mouth. She felt Lisa’s moaning in her pussy, which continued to squirt—for the first time in her life.

“That’s it, you worthless little slut, keep coming. I knew you would come for me good and hard,” he said as he pinched down on her nipples.

“Oh my god, I’m going to come again, please let me come again,” she pleaded. But Lisa never stopped, never even slowed down. She kept eating and devouring everything that Julie offered her. She came three times without any space in between, panting for breath when it was over. Lisa crawled up on top of her, straddling her stomach. She grabbed her face and held it steady while she forced her to kiss her. Julie fought at first, but when she tasted herself on Lisa’s lips, she stopped struggling. When Lisa was done, she forced her nipples into Julie’s mouth, one at a time. After they were painfully erect, Lisa pulled away and moved up Julie’s body.

“Shhhhhhh,” Lisa said before Julie tried to protest. Lisa straddled Julie’s face, getting into position slowly. Julie looked up, seeing Lisa’s pussy inches from her face, her smooth, lean thighs pressed against the sides of her head. Julie could smell her scent, and licked her lips without even noticing. She was cleanly shaved, and her pussy swollen and pink. Julie didn’t have any more time to think, because she felt Logan’s mouth on her pussy suddenly, and she opened her mouth to moan. As she did, Lisa inched forward, settling into place on Julie’s moaning lips. Lisa tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she pinched one of her nipples with one hand, the other gently stroking Julie’s head. “That’s it—taste me—yes—just like that,” she gasped, her eyes still closed.

“How’s she doing?” Logan asked, taking a break from his feast.

“She’s doing fantastic. I want you to make her scream into my pussy,” Lisa said as she began to work her hips against Julie’s mouth and face. Logan leaned back in, ready for another helping. Julie spread her legs wide, welcoming him in as he took her into his mouth again. Logan watched as Lisa’s beautiful ass and hips worked against Julie’s mouth.

Julie wasn’t supposed to like this, she thought. She wasn’t supposed to like having another woman in her mouth, but she couldn’t help it. She knew that if her hands weren’t tied to the bed, she would be grabbing at Lisa’s hips, pulling her harder into her mouth so she could devour her.

Logan could hear them both getting close, and he wanted to hear them both scream as one. Lisa was grinding herself against Julie’s mouth now, and pinching her own nipples savagely. Logan reached up and tweaked Julie’s nipples too, trying to time the coming orgasm to coincide with Lisa’s.

“Make her come—make her come now!” Lisa pleaded. But Julie was already there, her hips gyrating against Logan’s face as he ate her over the edge. Lisa screamed and Logan saw her whole body tense and go still just before her pussy erupted into Lisa’s mouth. A string of profanity poured out as Lisa gave in to her pleasure. She loved knowing that she was the first to come in Julie’s mouth, and her body felt like it was going to rip itself apart with the intensity of her orgasm. Julie’s screams were there as well, muffled though they were, and that just made Lisa crazier with lust. Her orgasm was sweeping and powerful, and it took a long time to run its course. She was panting when it was over, barely able to move. At last she was finally able to compose herself, giggled triumphantly, and left the room.

Logan untied her from the bed, though she was too worn out to offer any resistance. Her face was drenched with Lisa’s come as he helped her up, cuffing her hands once again behind her back. Lisa came back into the room wearing a strap-on vibrator. She got onto the floor, lying flat on her back. He grabbed Julie by the hair then, guiding her into position over the top of Lisa, then forcing her down to her knees, straddling Lisa’s hips, who guided the vibrator up into her pussy. Julie opened her mouth to protest, and had a cock between her lips before she could. She felt the vibrator roar to life inside her while she rode Lisa, who was reaching up and rubbing her nipples. Her eyes watered as another orgasm tore through her almost instantly, though it was nearly impossible to cry out with her mouth stuffed full. Logan looked down at her watering eyes, enjoying the pleasure of her screams on his engorged cock.

He could tell when her orgasm had stopped, and he pulled her to her feet. “My turn,” he said, lying down on the ground. “Get her on,” he said to Lisa, who forced Julie into position on top of his cock. She moaned as she felt it pierce her, and Lisa forced her down onto it, putting her hands on her hips and shoving her to the hilt. He reached up and pulled Julie down so she was lying on his chest. He put his hands on her ass and thrust his hips up into her.

She felt something cool drip onto her ass, then felt Lisa’s warm fingers rubbing lubricant on her. She was too tired to fight back anymore, still tied, and was being kissed and fucked at the same time. Whatever they were going to do to her—she had no choice now, and wasn’t even sure she’d want to stop any of it if she could. She relaxed as she felt Lisa grab her hips from behind, easing the vibrator into her tight, well-lubricated ass.

He stopped kissing her as he felt Lisa getting into position behind her. He grabbed Julie by the hair, pulling her up enough that he could watch her face as Lisa pushed inside her. Julie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt a cock buried inside her pussy and her ass at the same time. He held her there, watching her face.

“That’s it—just relax and let her in,” Logan said softly, before addressing Lisa. “Punish our whore,” he said. Less than a second later, Julie felt Lisa smack her ass, and it wasn’t gentle. He just held her there, watching her face as she took her spankings, hearing them echo off the walls. “I can feel her pussy squeeze down on my cock when you spank her; don’t stop. And stop being gentle with her. She’s a whore—treat her like one!” he yelled. Lisa obeyed and her lashings got much more forceful.

He watched Julie’s face, tears streaming down it now, her mascara running from all the sweat and tears. “You little slut; I can feel your come running down onto my balls. I think you need to come for me again.” He let her collapse back onto his chest as he thrust his cock up into her while Lisa pounded on her ass and spanked her repeatedly.

Julie didn’t want to come anymore—didn’t even think she could, but they forced her. They drove into her pussy—into her ass—and they made her come. She felt her pussy clinch down, and her ass with it. She’d never felt anything like this before. She didn’t want them to stop. She wanted more. She wanted them to take her, force her to come again and again.

When her orgasm had subsided, she felt Lisa pull out of her ass before pulling her to her feet, Logan’s wet cock slipping out of her at the same time. They tied her back on the bed, with her hands above her head, though they left her feet lose, not that it mattered. Julie was theirs now, too weak and broken to fight back. They lied on either side of her, each taking one of her nipples into their mouth at the same time while they fucked her pussy and ass with their fingers, Lisa choosing to go back to work on her ass.

There was something about this that was different. It was quieter, softer, and gentler somehow. She was still being forced, but she was able to lay back now, relax and enjoy the sensations of two hot mouths on her nipples and two different sets of fingers probing her. They took turns kissing her, passing her back and forth when the mood struck them. Julie accepted it now; she was nothing but a toy. She felt like a whore and somehow she’d learned to love it. Her pussy exploded once again, her sweat soaked body barely able to move anymore. She screamed as Logan and Lisa licked and kissed up the opposite sides of her neck, telling her what a slut she was while they had their way with her.

Logan got up and positioned himself between her legs. She shook her head but was too weak to speak. Her body shook with exhaustion now, drenched with sweat and come. “My turn to come now,” he said as he thrust into her.

“Oh my god, did you hear that?” Lisa said. “Her pussy is so wet I could hear your cock sliding into her.”

“And she’s not done yet; not until I shoot my come all over her,” he said as he pushed deep inside her, feeling her soaking pussy clinch on him as he shoved in, her smooth thighs spread for him, offering herself to him.

“I can’t,” Julie gasped, “I just can’t come anymore,” she said, tears of exhaustion running down her cheeks.

“Shut your mouth. You’re going to come one more time or you don’t get paid,” Logan said.

“Help her out, Lisa.”

“Gladly,” Lisa said, reaching down and rubbing Julie’s clit and sucking her nipples while Logan fucked her. “Get into her good and hard and she’ll squirt for you. That’s it; get her legs up on your shoulders like that.”

Julie was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open now, but it felt so good. She could feel and hear her body slapping against his as he fucked her, her legs up high on his shoulders.

“That’s how a whore gets fucked,” Lisa whispered into her ear as she fingered her clit faster. Lisa knew how to touch a clit, and with Logan’s cock also buried inside her and Lisa sucking on her nipples, she wondered if she may be able to come one last time after all. But it was when she finally realized that it wasn’t up to her that she felt it coming. Once she realized that she was going to come whether she wanted to or not, whether her body would let her or not. They were going to force it. She had already come more than she thought possible.

She lay her head back. Lisa grabbed the front of her neck, squeezing as she reached down and rubbed her clit with her other hand. “Come on that cock you dirty whore,” she said, letting go of her neck just long enough to give her a little swat on the face. She looked down and saw Logan’s wet, glistening cock driving into her forcefully, her own legs up high on his shoulders and Lisa’s hand working at a feverish pace on her clit. She let her head drop back onto the pillow as she came, barely even feeling it before it hit her.

“Oh fuck, she’s coming; I can feel it,” Logan said as he felt her pussy ratchet down on him. “Work that clit like crazy. I want this little whore to squirt all over my cock,” he said, driving into her.

“She’ll squirt, just give it a second,” Lisa said as she continued her masterful clit massage.

Julie was so exhausted that she barely made any sound as the orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes teared up and her body shook, too exhausted to fight against the orgasm. She was tied and pinned and there was nothing left for her to do except take it—take it all—and come as hard as she could this last time. Her abs strained against the orgasm, and her pussy kept coming even after her body couldn’t move anymore. She just lay there, almost paralyzed with weakness, but still she came, then she felt her pussy squirt as Logan continued driving, pounding into her wetness.

“I’m almost ready to come,” he said just as Julie’s orgasm finally subsided. “Make her watch, and rub her down as I shoot on her,” he said.

Lisa put her hand under Julie’s head, propping it up enough that she could see what was going to happen. “I want to see you come on me—please,” Julie panted. “Come on your little whore, just like when you shot on my face,” she begged.

Logan pulled out of her then, screaming as he took his wet cock in his hand and it instantly erupted into a pulsating geyser of come. The throbbing, sticky stream shot all over Julie’s chest and stomach as he continued to stroke while she watched, her pussy still dripping with her own come. After he was done, Lisa rubbed the come all over Julie’s sweaty body. Logan got up and walked to the desk, grabbing the envelope just as Lisa untied Julie’s hands. He tossed it and it landed on her stomach.

“Worth every penny.”

The End