0 comments/ 56287 views/ 23 favorites Whore By: Jack_Love I'd never been to a whore. But I'd always wanted to my whole life. ...To use a girl like nothing but a fuck-hole, a fuck-toy (a sexy-as-fuck perfect-10 babe, too, and all 3 of her holes, make no mistake) had been a fantasy of mine for ever since I can remember. I'd had a few girlfriends over the years. But they always had hang-ups of one kind or another- everyone does- and there were always so many strings attached. I'd had good sex- great sex, in fact, but I envied those perverted fuckers who used hookers, fucked models up the ass for cash, and those goddamned porn stars. Shit... to fuck babes on camera for dough. What the fuck- I mean, what the fuck! was I doing working for some goddamn oil company, dealing with so much bullshit you couldn't even imagine... when there were guys who got to stick their salami up hot 19-year-old girl's assholes and cum in their willing open mouths instead, and get paid for doing it??? Shit... I hadn't even got to do that for FREE. It was a fuckin' mind-boggling situation; enough to nearly drive a guy nuts. So anyway, I was in a hotel on business for the night and I was horny as fuck, as usual. The phone-sex infomercials I'd been jerking off to were wearing thin and I was saving my load, though I'd been beating my meat for over an hour. I crept over to the desk and opened the Yellow Pages. I turned to the Escorts section. I'd done this so many times, even called an agency once or twice, but never went through with it. Damn societal taboos, morals, or something. But, fuck it! It was a girl's choice to sell her body, and it was my choice to purchase it, and in this goddamn pent-up society, how's a guy supposed to fuck a girl up the ass without using this kind of service anyway? I dialed, hands shaking slightly. A sleazy Italian sounding guy answered. I asked what kind of girls he had. Perfect 10s, he said. OK I said. They do Greek? I asked. That'll cost ya extra, Buddy. Of course I'd expected that much. But he'd said yes, and I wanted some of that action. Badly. Tonight. I checked out his site on the internet, chose a girl by her photo and description as he'd invited me to do, and called him back to seal the deal. If she was half as hot as her pic, and did half the things her description said she would, boy... Barbie arrived soon later. Like the doll, only Asian. I paid her up-front and she gave the cash to her bodyguard who left with it, as I was told would happen. She stood in my room and her cheap, sweet, heavy perfume was intoxicating. She looked like exactly what she was- a whore, a hot-as-hell motherfucking sex-fantasy come true fuck-me-now anal hooker Asian goddess. Her chest was nothing short of astounding. Her ridiculously tight tank top accentuated her ridiculously HUGE and gorgeous fake tits. She sighed and looked at me with a jaded expression like she was waiting. "Barbie," I uttered rhetorically, tasting her name like an appetizer. Didn't sound Japanese to me, but fuck it. Her waist was miniscule. Her hair was down to her waist in large carefully done curls and bleached-blonde, a warm butterscotch yellow hue. She was about my height, so very tall for a woman. 19 years old. Big beautiful black Asian eyes, with long heavily black mascara'd lashes. Perfectly sculpted, medium-sized, gorgeous ass flaring out from her hips like a little bell. I couldn't wait to see underneath her slutty looking hooker outfit of black thigh-high fishnets, high glossy white fuck-me hooker boots, short black leather miniskirt, and neon-pink tank top. Her black leather jacket lay over her arm. I was about to make small talk when I realized that she was, in fact, mine for the night, so to speak. I had nothing to prove. I'd bought her body, the use of her holes. For the night, anyway. There was no need for preamble. She was not, just then, so much another human as a gorgeous set of 3 cock-holes; a fuck-doll; a cum receptacle for my cock's eager use. "Turn around," I said. The beautiful whore complied. "Stop," I said as she was facing away from me. I approached her. Touching her waist I made sure, "May I?" "Anything you wanna do's alright with me, man," she said in a relaxed sexy toy-girl's perfect American accent. I slid her tank top up over her tits and cupped their huge, hard curves, one in each of my palms. Nipples like bolts, she had! My cock was nearly fully hard in my pants. "Take off your shirt," I ordered my Asian fuck-doll as I stripped naked myself. I stood near her, slowly jerking my meat and told her to show me her tits. She made a face like, 'what do you think I'm already doing?' but I didn't care, and she modeled her enormous gorgeous chest from side to side, squeezing her boobs in her hands for good measure, the slightest hint of pride surfacing on her gorgeous young model's face. "You are exquisite..." I mused as I approached her again. I kissed her glossy red lips lightly as I cupped her pussy underneath her miniskirt. Whether it was personal or professional, her cunt was wet through her thong. She felt as smooth as porcelain down there, and I rubbed her own warm pussy juices into her drooling snatch. I was nearly swooning from the hotness of this gorgeous babe and the situation that we were in. My poor dick raged hard as steel to blow its load, but there was no way I'd allow it to, not yet. I jerked it slowly as I circled my fuck-doll and cupped one of her ass cheeks in my other hand underneath her miniskirt. It was so fucking soft and juicy! Goddamn, I couldn't believe I was about to fuck this babe deep up her sweet tight little shit-hole! Goddamn, I needed to calm down, or I was gonna bust a nut right here and now. "Please, Barbie, lie down comfortably on the bed and wait a minute for me," I gestured to the double bed. The girl who was a cock-hole for a living sauntered slowly over to the bed and lay down as I went about making a coffee. I offered her one but she declined. As I distracted myself in the kitchenette, my dick calmed down. Slightly. But it didn't stay calm for long as I sipped my coffee and put it on the night-table and told her to show me her pussy. She spread eagle for me and pulled her neon green thong aside revealing her perfectly waxed-smooth frontal fuck-hole. Her asshole below it looked perfectly waxed-smooth, too. Damn, and yes! Yes!! I crawled hastily onto her, meat in hand, and gingerly slid my hard dick into her drooling hot pink flower to the hilt, trying out my fuck-doll's pussy for the first time. It slid in amazingly easily, and felt like fucking heaven, and I pulled out right away. "Goddamn, Barbie!! Shit, that pussy's hot!!" I said catching my breath and trying not to nut, and the hooker smiled at me. I flipped her over onto her knees with her ass facing up towards me. I reached forward and cupped her fake fuckin' bazookas and told her to guide my dick up her cunt. She did just that and again, I slipped it in for just one sweet thrust. Heaven! I knelt behind her, unzipped her miniskirt and removed it, admiring the babe's ass, asshole, and pussy from the back. Goddamn! I could have nutted so easily right then and there just from the sight of her. I slowly slapped my lengthy, substantial hard meat against her ass cheeks with a Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! I wanted to devour her, to fuck her deep and hard, to lick her, to suck and squeeze her... I spread her ass cheeks wide with my hands and licked her sexy brown-hole. It tasted like strawberry. Some scented enema, I figured, as I tongued it deep. Barbie whimpered in apparent pleasure. I slapped her sizeable gorgeous ass with my hand- SMACK!! I slathered some KY onto her holes. Compelled, I rose to my feet, squatted low, my feet out on either side of her, held her ass up towards my cock, and slid my dick slowly up her tight shitter to my balls. Oh yeah!! What fucking heaven!! Again, one sweet thrust is all I allowed myself, and I pulled out right away. I wanted to savor my experience and not nut right away. "Suck it, Barbie," I ordered the whore. Barbie spun around on her knees and sucked my cock like the pro that she was. Her gorgeous lips slid back and forth along the length of my dick that had just been up her asshole, and her suction was strong. She looked up into my eyes, her own coaxing me to nut, the goal of her profession, the end of the workday. I had a sudden inspiration. "I'm gonna piss on you," I said. "OK," she said, unmoved. Good whore. I jerked my dick like I was cumming, but pissed instead all over her, in her face and hair, down her throat, on her tits and body. The bed was pretty wet afterwards, but I didn't give a flying shit about that. "Lemme tit fuck you," I said as I squatted before the kneeling slut and squirted a load of KY between her massive fake melons. She held them dutifully in place as I slid my hard cock up her cleavage from below. It was as deep and tight as any pussy, and I fucked her up her cleavage like that for some time. She was a gorgeous cum-coaxing monster, the hottest babe I'd ever seen, I felt sure of it at that moment. She was so fucking hot she looked Photoshoped. I was in heaven. I yanked the piss-soaked blankets off the bed and whipped them aside onto the floor, moved her to the edge of the bed and spread her sexy fuck-boots wide apart after sliding her thong off over them. "Stay just like that," I ordered, staring at her overwhelming carnal beauty. I licked her smooth pussy and asshole, slowly jerking my cock in preparation for penetration. I then rose and slowly slid my hard cock up her wet cunt to my balls and fucked her properly for a few heavenly minutes, savoring each moment of sensation. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure were enough to make me nearly nut just from the sweet sexy sounds of her girlish voice. "Now spread your pussy as I fuck your ass," I ordered. She did just that, opening her pink fuck-flower wide for my viewing pleasure as I shoved my meat inch by inch up her tight, brown cock-hole and began to fuck her properly, still in missionary with her legs open as wide as they'd go. Damn, man, let me tell you... It was nice. "Now suck my cock!" I felt like a porn star at that moment, instead of an oil company stooge. She came forward onto the floor and wrapped her gorgeous mouth around my raging fuck stick, fresh from up the depths of her arse, and sucked me hard and fast. "Suck my balls- but not too hard," I commanded, and the whore complied, jerking the shaft as she swallowed my nut sack, one ball at a time. "On your knees," I said, helping her onto the bed, her ass hanging out over the side for my cock to penetrate. She arched her back like a cat in heat as I stood on the floor behind her and spread her ass-cheeks wide apart with my hands. "Fuck me, Baby!" Barbie said right on cue. I eased my cock-head up her tight shit-hole. ...Heaven! I reached forwards and gripped her enormous boobs as I eased my hips forward onto her ass. Her hole slowly enveloped my entire shaft, tight inch by tight inch, until my balls lay up against her wet pussy. "Fuck my asshole!" she nearly whispered. I slowly began a rhythm. I slapped the hooker's bum and the crescendo of the rhythm of my thrusts increased until I was slamming her up the ass as hard and hot as any porno I'd ever seen in my life. I let out primal grunts of triumph as I fucked the gorgeous 'Barbie' up her tightest fuck-hole, deeper, harder and faster than I'd ever fucked any girl in my life. She wailed in ecstasy, right on cue, gripping my dick with her ass-muscles, milking me, coaxing me to shoot my load. ...But where to shoot it? It was a question I realized I should have considered earlier. So many possibilities... In her, or on her? What hole, and were? Of course my natural inclination was to just blast it up her shitter right then and there, but I had a better idea. "Kneel!" I ordered the sexy whore. I pulled out and Barbie knelt before me on the floor. "Are you gonna cum?" she asked sexily. "Fuck yes, babe. Open your mouth!" I jerked my dick with my right hand, and held her jaw open gently with my left. Barbie moaned and squeezed her tits together as I approached the cum. I aimed my fucker straight into her pretty little mouth and shot- straight down her moaning little throat- rope after rope of hot sticky cum. "I wanna shoot the last bit up your pussy- get on the bed, Barbie!" I said quickly, my dick still cumming in my jerking hand. Barbie scrambled onto the bed and spread her legs open for my cumming dick. "Shove your cock up my pussy- cum inside of me, stud!" she urged. She spread her pussy-lips wide apart and I sank my fucker home, deep up her cunt and finished my orgasm, cumming a last few blasts of rope deep up her snatch, out of sight, deep up inside of her. She moaned gently as I finished cumming up her cunt. She smiled, as we both realized that I was still hard, her pussy being as fucking hot as it was. And I continued to fuck her hole just like that on the edge of the bed, sweat dripping from both our bodies. After a few minutes, I yelled, "I'm gonna cum again! Turn around, girl- I wanna cum up your asshole!" She spun around onto her knees and spread her own ass-cheeks wide apart for me to shove my cock up her bum. I slowly slid myself up her ass, fucked it for a few hard, deep and fast thrusts, and blasted a second huge load deep up her hot tight slut's rectum, Barbie moaning the whole time, turning me on like never before. When I was finished I pulled out. "Suck it off," I said to her breathlessly. Barbie polished my rod like a lollypop and I squeezed her tits. With her mouth wrapped around my dick like that, I realized that I had at least one more load in me, and my dick stayed hard. I gripped her gorgeous face and fucked her mouth like I had just done her asshole. "Stand up!" I told her. She stood facing me with one hand on the wall, one of her legs slung up over my shoulder, her legs spread wide, her pussy opening by itself. I inserted my hard cock into my living gorgeous Asain fuck-doll and pounded her pussy standing up like that. Barbie moaned and whimpered, right on cue. I slapped her tits, which were as big as her ass, as I fucked her cunt. Then I pulled out and shoved it back up her shit-hole instead and fucked her tight asshole for a while. I fingered her wet snatch with 4 fingers as I fucked her tight shit-box at the same time. I pulled out and commanded the whore, "Ride me, Barbie," as I lay on the bed on my back. The whore straddled my waist and took my rock-hard cock up her pussy from below. We fucked like that for a while until I said, "Now turn around, reverse-cowgirl, and put it up your asshole!" She did just that. My meat was in heaven up her shitter, her ass rising and falling down hard on my meat, fucking it good. "Stay like that now, but get on your feet, instead of your knees," I directed her. She repositioned herself, squatting on her feet instead, like a frog, and bounced up and down on my dick, with it right up her sweet, tight arse-hole, moaning all the while. I slapped one of her sweet sweaty ass-cheeks with a startlingly loud, SMACK! "Now turn around again, and put it back up your pussy," I said, and the hooker spun around and faced me as we fucked. "I'm gonna cum!" I said after a while. I gripped her close, her massive tits pressed up against my chest, her ass-cheeks each squeezed as tightly as I could squeeze them in each of my hands. "Aaaaaaaah!!!" I wheezed as I came for a third time, my spasming cock cumming deep up the slut's hot, tight pussy. Barbie smiled as my orgasm subsided, her womb now full of my hot, fresh cum. "Holy fuck, you are one hot fucking babe," I managed, out of breath. "You liked fucking me, eh?" she asked playfully, my cum still dripping from her hair from earlier. "Girl, you're the hottest fuck I've ever had in my life- don't let it go to your head- but I'm just sayin'... You are so fucking fine..." "You could have me again, anytime you want to. I'll give you my personal number so next time we won't have to go through Tony, OK? Better for both of us." "OK, thanks. But right now, I need a shower," I said. "Of course," she said and kissed my lips briefly as she climbed off of me, my cock plopping out of her pussy-hole followed by a stream of fresh cum. Goddamn, it was so fucking hot... We had showers and the night finished as it was bound to. I'd purchased her for the whole night, so she stayed and we fucked a couple more times during the night and once again in the morning. She gave me her personal number and left before breakfast. Though I don't, as a rule, use hookers... Barbie was my one exception. Whore Whore.

 He called her that. He called her that as he pushed his thumb across her red lipstick, too much of it, until it smeared across her cheek.

 She chased his finger with her mouth, chased it with her tongue.

 She was wearing such a slutty outfit.

 A plaid skirt that went just over halfway down her ass. White cotton panties. A white button shirt that was at least a size too small that only had one button buttoned. No bra. She wore strapped heels and white socks up to her knees.

 Whore.

 Her eyes were lined in dark, messy eyeliner, and her mouth was so red. And he wanted to mess it up. He wanted to mess her up. 

She sat on the bed. Her legs were spread. She had invited him over because she wanted him. And he didn't want her. But she didn't fucking care. She'd get him to want her. She had no pride. She had nothing. She was a whore who wanted him to fuck her. And she didn't care how she got him to.

 She just wanted him to fuck her. And if she had to whore herself out to him, open herself, plead with him, she'd do what it took.

 And he was there now, in front of her, on the bed, and there was nothing to talk about, and her pussy was wet, she was half naked, and he called her a whore, and that's what she was, what she wanted to be. Rational thought had escaped, and all she wanted was him. All she wanted was to be fucked senseless, unconscious, fucked good, fucked right, and if that made her a whore, she wanted it. Welcomed it. She wanted him. Was tired of fighting it.

 She wanted him to hurt her. Hurt.

 "Hurt me," she said.

 Hurt me.

 His hand went into her hair and pulled. Pulled so hard. So fucking hard. Her face, her eyes fluttered. 

 Hurt me.

 Whore.

 His other hand came down in a full slap on her thigh, as hard as he could. There was a red handprint on her pale thigh. Slapped her hard. 

Fuck. Yeah. More.

 "Whore," he said.

 There was a jump rope next to her on the bed and he twisted it around her wrists, so hard, rubbing it against her skin, so tightly.

 "You're never going to get it, are you? I don't want you," he said, yanking on the jump rope.
 
"And you just don't give up. Do you like getting rejected? Do you like pain?" he said, punctuating that with another slap to her thigh. She cried out.

 "You really are a whore," he said, rubbing against that red mouth one more time, messing her face up good.

 "I am. I'll do whatever you want," she said.

 "Whatever you want, just please," she said, trying to pull her hands down, reaching out to him, tied together with the jump rope.

 He yanked them back again and her back was on the bed, and he tied her to the headboard.

 Her legs, her knees spread.

"Can you even keep your legs closed? Whore," he said.

 "What the fuck are you wearing? You think this will make me want you? You think showing me your ass? Your tits? You think this is how to get me to fuck you?" he said.

 "I don't fuck whores," he said.

 With every word out of his mouth, she writhed against the rope, her nipples pushed against the white shirt, the skirt barely covered her panties.

 "So this is what gets you off? Me telling you what a whore you are?" he said, climbing onto the bed fully now.

 "Yes," she whispered, her eyes, messy and black lined, half closed, staring at him in some type of lust-filled trance.

 "Shut your fucking mouth, whore," he said.

 He took one wooden handle of the jump rope and stuck it in her mouth. 

"Bite that," he said. And she listened.

 "Keep that in your mouth. And keep your mouth fucking shut," he said.

 Every word out of his mouth made her writhe and move more on the bed. 

 "So you think you're a little school girl? There is nothing fucking innocent about you. You are a fucking slut. And you deserved to be treated like one. Nothing better than that," he said, holding her face roughly in his hands.

 "Sluts like you, they don't want their shirts to stay buttoned, and clearly, you don't, having one pathetic button barely keeping it closed, right?" he said.

 She nodded, still keeping the handle in her mouth.

 He took her shirt in both hands and savagely ripped it open, sending the one button flying into the air. Her back arched and her hard nipples got harder with the exposure to the air.

 "That's better, whore. You want to be topless. You want to show the world what you've got, don't you?" he said.

 Still grinding and writhing on the bed, she nodded again, not taking her eyes off him.

 Again, he took her face in his one hand, hard, and leaned in.
 "So, whore, what is the point of wearing a skirt this short," he said, running his hand under her skirt and grabbing her ass so hard she did cry out in pain, and he smiled.

 "What's the point of wearing a skirt this short, if all you are showing is silly white panties," he said.

 "You don't want to wear these," he said.

 "You want your pussy uncovered. You want every guy you walk by to be able to see it, because you're a whore, and whores just want to get fucked, don't they?" he said.

 "You want to show it to them," he said.

 His hands under her skirt now pulled her panties off, one leg at a time, almost gently, until they were gone, and then he grabbed her wet pussy hard. So hard.

 "But most of all, you want to show it to me. Don't you?" he said, his voice almost a whisper.

 Her eyes rolled back a little with that, and she sighed, nodding, nodding.

 His hand was tight on her, then he pulled away.

 "Do it, whore. Show it to me," he said. 

Her back arched, and she slowly, bending them at the knees, opened her legs, digging the heels she was still wearing into the bed.

 "More. Open more," he said.

 She spread her legs still wider, flushing red, but doing what she was told.

 His hands were on her inner thighs, squeezing the sensitive skin tightly, again, leaving red marks.

 "That's right," he said.

 Her arms had pulled out of the jump rope now and she grabbed his hand under hers, pressing it against her skin.

 "What, whore? You want more?" he asked.

 "Yes. Hurt me," she said

 Hurt me.

 He pulled his hand out from under hers and lifted it to her again, bringing it down hard, and stopping just before he got to her thigh, making her arch her back and flinch.

 He laughed. And did it again. Stopping just before.

 "Please," she said. 

This time, he brought his hand down hard and slapped the inside of her open leg on the thigh. So hard this time that her eyes teared, but it was so, so good.

 "You like when I hurt you," he said, holding her face again, leaning closely to say it.

 "You have to, because you just don't stop coming back for it. That's the only thing I can figure. You like getting hurt," he said.

 She nodded, staring deeply into his eyes, and reached out to touch his mouth, so close to hers. She hadn't touched his mouth before. 

He slapped her hand away.

 "I didn't say you could fucking touch me," he said.

"I don't care how badly you want to touch me. You don't get to touch me until I say you can. If I say you can. Can a fucking whore like you understand that?" he said, bringing his hand down on her other thigh. Harder than ever. 

 Every time he slapped her, she got closer. 

 Closer.

 Her hips writhed under him. Her back arched, nipples pointed at the ceiling. She dug her strapped heels into the bed.

 "I'll make a deal with you, whore. You keep quiet, totally quiet, for the next five minutes, and I'll let you ask me for something. Deal?" he said.

 She nodded.
 
But he wasn't going to make it easy.
 
He ran his hand again over her mouth, pushed his thumb in her mouth, and she bit it softly, licked it, hands flat against the bed, and his wet thumb ran down her neck, down, between her breasts and he reached over and traced his fingers around her nipple, got to the center, and squeezed.

 Squeezed her nipple hard, twisted it in his hands. Her back arched with the pain and heated pleasure that ripped from her nipple and ran straight down to her pussy. He was kneeling between her legs and they opened more around him involuntarily.
 
She bit her lip so hard it almost drew blood, trying not to cry out and punched the bed with one of her fists.

 He smiled.
 
He leaned over again, until his mouth was an inch from hers, barely touching her lips with his, their breathing so close, he hung just out of her mouth's reach. Her breathing had increased so rapidly she was afraid that it would make noise. She tried to reach for his mouth and he took her face in his hand, hard.

 "You don't listen very well. I didn't say," he said, each word a whisper, punctuated by barely, torturously, grazing her lips with his, "you...could...fucking... touch me."

 She closed her eyes and put her head back. As he was talking, he grabbed the jump rope from above her head. He still had some time in his five minutes. She didn't see what he was doing because her eyes were closed. Then she felt it down her body, as dragged it along.

 She opened her eyes to again see him kneeling between her legs, and he had the rope taut between his two fists.
 
"Quiet...remember," he said.

 He rolled the rope under her, between her legs, lifting her slightly in the air, so it was tight between her legs, and pulled it up against her open, wet pussy, and slowly, pulled the rope back and forth, so the rough jump rope opened her, stroking her as he moved it up and down. The pressure, the roughness, the pain, the texture of the rope against her clit. Rubbing it all the way up. All the way down. It was too fucking much. 

She almost passed out from holding her breath, because any breathing that would have escaped her would be a scream. And she couldn't make a sound.

 What she could do was twist against the rope, push more, want more of it, want it harder. Rougher. She raked at the comforter on the bed with her fingernails, wanting it to be his skin.

 She finally had to breathe, and she bit into her knuckle. Her eyes were fluttering like she was possessed. Still, he pulled against her pussy, tightly with the jump rope, and how found the wooden handle and traced it down her belly until he rolled over her clit with it, hard. It was so hard.

 And she gasped out loud as he ran the wooden handle of the jump rope over her aching, flushed, wet pussy. 

"Uh oh. You made a noise. Five more minutes, whore," he said.

 Still he stroked her pussy with the wooden handle, hard, and lower, until he was right where she was totally exposed, open, and she didn't think her eyes would ever be focused again.

 "What's the matter, you little slut? You want it inside you? You'll just take getting fucked by anything at this point. That's how bad you want it," he said.
 
She nodded, afraid to open her mouth, but nodded, trying to make her eyes begging and pleading for it.

 Still he teased her, so close, just barely inside of her. It was so, so hard. She could feel it. Her legs opened as wide as she could get them, and she put her head back and just tried to ride out the remaining minutes because she knew for fucking sure what she would be asking for.
 
"Look at me," he said, slapping her inner thigh.

 "What do you want? You can tell me now. What do you want to ask me for? Or do I even need to ask you. I know what whores want," he said.

 "Oh my god, fuck me," she said.

 Still, he teased her pussy.
 
"I told you, I don't fuck whores," he said.

 Her eyes burned with humiliating tears. 

"Please, please, please, I'll do anything you want, anything, please," she said.

 "That's good. I like when you fucking beg, because that's about the only thing you haven't done yet to try and get me to fuck you, isn't it?" he said.
 
And that was true. She had done everything else she could think of. Nothing worked. But she didn't care about any of that. She needed him to do it now.

"Beg me again," he said.

 "Please, please, please," she said, lifting herself off the bed and throwing herself around his waist, head down, on her knees, begging.

 He roughly pushed her off.

 "Don't fucking touch me. I told you I'll tell you when you can touch me," but she wouldn't let go once she had him. He pulled her arms off and she moaned in frustration, fighting him.

 He pushed her back flat on the bed. She ripped the jump rope from his hand.

 "Touch me," she said, pleading again.

 "Where?" he said.

 "You know where," she said. She was hot, wet, and temporarily insane. 

"First you have to do something for me," he said.
 
"Anything, anything, please," she said.
 
"Get on your knees on the floor," he said. 

He had barely gotten the sentence out before she was there. 

He opened his pants and pulled out his dick. She almost came from seeing it, seeing how hard it was. Maybe he wanted her a little after all.

 "Give me that filthy red mouth of yours," he said, pushing it open again with his fingers, he slid his dick into her hot mouth and she was so turned on she came the minute he did, moaning into it, swallowing it, licking it, and his hand was tightly in her hair, forcing it deep.

She looked up at him and he said, "That's right, you little tramp." 
 
But she could see his eyes were unfocused as she worked it with her mouth, her hands tightly holding onto his ass, his legs, wanting as deep into her throat as she could get it. 

 His hand forced her head on his dick, and he was ready to come much faster than he thought he would be, and he fucked her mouth hard, and she loved it, and came again.

 "Only a whore like you would come from sucking my dick. You are such a whore," he said.

But his voice was trembling. 

 His eyes were closed and her tongue worked his dick feverishly, she was starving for it, and as he came he forced her to go deeper until she choked a little, but she loved that, and he came all the way down her throat, and pulled her off by her hair to let her fall to the floor.

And it was on the floor that he left her. 

 "I got what I wanted, you fucking slut. Later," he said, closing the door behind him. Smiling to himself.

He went downstairs and waited. Waiting for her to come down and get him. Beg him to stay. Beg him to fuck her again. And he heard nothing. He was surprised.

 He waited for 20 minutes.

 Then he went back upstairs. He could hear her moaning through the door. Opened the door. 

She had given up on waiting for him, apparently.

She had taken off the skirt, but kept on the heels. 

Resting on her elbows, legs spread, wet, open, ready.

 "I was a bad girl," she said.

 "What did you do," he said, his dick hard again looking at her wet pussy.

 He saw the jump rope handle in one hand. He smiled.

"You weren't up for the job. So I did it myself," she said.

 "What did you just fucking say to me?" he said.

 He was almost actually angry.

"I said you weren't up for the job. I've been asking you for a long time. You can't do it. So I did it myself. It's ok if you can't do it. I understand," she said, trying not to smile. She pulled her legs back together and went to get off the bed. 

He pulled her legs back hard. Left handprints in her skin.

 "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to," he said.
 
"Too late, I'm not interested anymore," she said.

 "Yeah? Too fucking bad," and he pulled her toward him on the bed, but she fought hard. He pinned her down, as she fought, punched, kicked, and even scratched him.

 "Fuck you. Go fuck yourself. You don't deserve to get to fuck me," she said.

 He held her naked, down the bed. Opened his belt. Opened his pants with the other hand, and pulled out his hard dick. For some reason the fighting was driving him fucking crazy.

"I'm going to fuck you like the whore you are," he said.

 Still she fought.
 
"Fuck you," she said, kicking him away hard with her legs, and she almost got away.

 "Don't worry," he said, getting her back, getting her hips, "You're going to."

 And with that he finally got her still enough to get her hot pussy in front of him, and slid his rock hard dick all the way inside her, deeply as he could, and she was still squirming and writhing. 

 "This is what you wanted," he said, and he fucked her really hard. So hard. So fast. Her back arched, her legs open, and she sighed and gasped as her breathing raked through her aching body.

 "Yes, yes, yes," she moaned.

 "Harder, harder, hurt me," she said.

He slapped her thigh and held her hips so tightly he was sure she'd be bruised, and still he fucked her. He fucked her so hard the bed creaked and shook and still he was relentless. He wanted her to scream. She was close. He stopped.

 "Don't...don't stop. Don't stop," she said.

He leaned in and whispered to her.

"You are a bad girl. And bad girls like you need to be fucked hard, don't they."

 "Yes...yes," she said.

 He slapped her again and fucked her as hard and fast as he could without coming. And then she did. She screamed until her voice was gone.

She could feel him getting close and she stopped him. 

 "Wait," she could barely say. 

She pulled away and turned around this time, She got on her knees, bending deeply on her elbows, opening her legs wide for him to take her from behind, and she looked over her shoulder at him, her face red with her lipstick, her hair messy, her mouth so lusciously red, she licked her lips.

 "Tell me you don't want me," she said.

And he couldn't. Even if he wanted to, he didn't have enough breathing left for it.

 He took her hips in his hands and slid inside her, so much deeper this way, so slow this time, building, building it up again, holding her hips tightly in his hands, holding her still because she was bucking and writhing with his every move, until finally he came, and he came so hard he thought his knees were going to give out for a second.

 He collapsed next to her on the bed and just didn't move for a few minutes.

Then he got up and she was afraid he was going to leave again, but instead, he came back with a warm, wet cloth. 

 He surprised her, taking her into his arms, and stroking her hair, he gently rested her head on the pillow. He kissed her gently. With the cloth in his hand, he softly began cleaning the makeup off her face, off her cheek where he had smeared it earlier. He cleaned the black liner off her eyes.

 He was so gentle.

 "Why...?" she said, and he softly kissed her now clean face.

 "I told you," he whispered, saying her name for the first time.

 "I don't fuck whores." The End