The Bitch

I replaced my mouth and teeth with my fingers on the hooker's clit, and then I guided my cock into her now damp pussy. I wasn't gentle, of course. I slammed my dick deep into that girl's sex, making her gasp at how forceful I had become after being tender for a moment. My hard cock rammed her cunt, which was now dripping her juices onto my marriage bed. That in itself excited both of us more. While I knew that I would have to wash the bed sheets afterward, the fact that I was fucking a girl and making her drip her fluids onto that bed was a thrill for me, and apparently for the whore as well.

As my wife had rarely climaxed and never squirted during our marriage (not my fault, since I definitely made an effort), it aroused me a great deal to succeed with a presumably jaded hooker where I had failed with my own spouse. This wasn't an act. She was drenched! She had enjoyed everything from the bondage (which was still technically happening, since I hadn't removed the cuffs) to the paddling, from the rimming to the grudge fucking. As I pounded her soaking twat, I began to finger the outside of her sphincter and kept playing with her clit. I then switched to swatting her again, which caused her to jerk and flinch for a second, although this time in response to my hand.

My hand felt the completion of her climax, as she tensed up and dripped onto it. She wasn't gushing, at least not yet, but she was very wet. She began to milk me with her cunt, and I felt her gush on me as she moaned her orgasm. Since she was a whore, it had probably happened to her now and then, but she acted as if were a truly rare event. She seemed stunned that my hand, still stinging her bottom with a spanking, would help get her off like that. I got the impression that she had realized something about herself that had never occurred to her, despite all of her sexual experience. She was a masochist, and quite possibly a sub or switch.

Before she could make me cum in her sex, I pulled my cock from her now relaxed pussy and applied some lube that I had put out for my next act. I removed my other hand from her clit and stroked myself to keep hard in between penetrations. After lubing up her asshole, I then put some of the warming liquid on my cock. It was extremely sensual, but it hadn't been used much, since Nancy refused to do anal and didn't like anything but standard lubricants.

When I entered the whore's ass, she flinched very slightly, and then started thrusting back at me. She apparently wanted me to cum inside her soon, for one reason or another. I resumed spanking her butt and masturbating her clit, which caused her to drip some more. Even though we hadn't said much, she understood what I was doing now. I wanted to cum in her asshole and possibly get her off that way as well. I showed her zero mercy at this point, going for the final release with gusto. As I shoved my dick in and out of her bowels, she grunted a little, but she relaxed again when I started spanking her left cheek softly. As I didn't stop swatting her right cheek, her entire bottom was now some shade of pink or red.

I had taken a calculated risk that ending my manipulation of her clit to swat her derriere would distract her from the pain in her ass. It worked very well, as the hooker seemed to completely surrender to the invasion of her backdoor and my apparent dominance over her. I had achieved an unexpected level of mastery of this young woman, without planning for more than a vent of my frustrated kinks. She wasn't just doing this for the money anymore. She was also doing it for pleasure.

When she began gushing and thrashing from my cock in her sphincter, I couldn't resist cumming at last. I was frankly pleased with myself for lasting a full half hour under these circumstances. Then again, it was probably the act of pulling out from her cunt for a bit there that helped me do that. Otherwise, I would have cum already. Well, it was that and her relaxing right after she climaxed. Any more milking, and I would have expended my seed in her pussy.

As I removed my softening dick from the whore's ass and went to the bathroom to clean up, I saw her in the mirror next to me. She had a very satisfied smile on her face, confirming my earlier suspicion. She was still wearing the cuffs, as I had not removed them. The blindfold was gone, however, since I had taken it off her face right after I came in her.

"The keys to the cuffs are on the nightstand, missy, if that's what you're wanting. I'll pay you in a second too," I informed her as I followed up my cleaning of my cock by pissing. That was a precaution I always took after unprotected sex, especially anal.

"Thank you, but I was actually wondering just how long your wife's business trip is, sweetie," she grinned.

"2 more days, but I can't spare that much cash! I wish I could. It would be a great weekend otherwise. I'll just have to settle for beer and cold showers until Monday. Hell, unless I can get a friend with benefits or two on the side, I might well have to settle for that after Monday too! Too bad, because you really seem to be as kinky as me," I reacted to her question.

"Your wife doesn't fuck you very well or often, does she? Yeah, you seem more the disgruntled hubby type than the sort who would cheat just because he could. To be honest, though, that's just a convenient fact for me. I would find any excuse to fuck you, whether or not you were justified for stepping out on the missus. I want you, at least sexually. I want to fuck you for the sake of the kind of sex that we just had. Screw the money. You're a frustrated, but basically aggressive man. I'm apparently more repressed than I thought, since I like having a man spank me. The 'grudge fuck' was great too.

"What really surprised me was how much I liked obeying you and letting you handcuff me. You were in charge, and that was a welcome change from my usual clients. Like I said, most of them are nerds and losers. Few of them have any balls. They just let me dictate the whole routine. That gets old. Now I know why. I wanted a real man, and I haven't had that pleasure in months. So, sweetie, what do you say about making this a weekend fling, after all? I'll do whatever you like," she declared, indicating that she was even more into me than I thought.

"Very well, if you'll agree to follow my rules and not charge me for this weekend, you can stay until late Sunday night. That's when it will be safest for me to drop you off at your place, assuming that you want to return home for the night," I accepted her offer.

"Sure. I will need the break, from the sound of it. I expect to be worn out from our little experience, if tonight is you at full potential. What sort of rules?" she winked at me, making it clear that she particularly wanted to do this.

"Well, to begin with, you have to call me 'Sir'," I announced.

"Yes, Sir," she answered seductively.

"For another, I want to know your name," I demanded.

"Valerie, Sir. Please don't call me that, though. I much prefer what you have called me," she pleaded.

"Missy, you mean?" I asked.

"Yes, I like the way that you say it, Sir," she explained.

I chuckled and gave her a very intense french kiss, as I realized just how lucky I had gotten tonight. It might be a fling, but it was one that would change both of us for life, and it was a change that I would embrace with enthusiasm.