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His cologne surrounds her, rudely attacking her eyes and nostrils. “C’mon, baby. What are you waiting for? I’m the man from Glad! How’s five bills for an hour upstairs grab ya’?” he says.
“Okay,” she says to him.
He turns and walks away, motioning for her to follow.
Al swiftly moves his hand to her wrist. “Give me the keys to your apartment, Sera. I’ll wait for you there.” He rummages through her purse, extracting her keys and some money. “Better hurry and finish your drink. You have a trick waiting that we can’t afford to lose,” he says. Then he is gone.
She feels sick as she tries to down her drink. Leaving it unfinished, she catches up to her trick at the elevator.
“What did happen to your face?” he asks. “If you don’t mind telling me that is.”
“Just some kids the other night,” she says. “They got scared.”
He nods, laughing.
They ride up to his room in silence. She feels apart now, strangely relieved, yet apprehensive. She is an observer again. He opens the door to the room.
“You girls always want to use the bathroom, right? So go ahead. There it is,” he says. He goes on to the bed.
Sera closes the bathroom door and runs the water. She splashes her face, then urinates. Her hands are icy, her mouth dry. After catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she turns out the bathroom light and walks out in front of him. He’s lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, looking very relaxed.
“Where’s my money?” she says.
He gestures to the dresser. She picks up the money and tucks it in her purse, then undresses. She stands naked before him.
“What do you want?” she says.
He swings himself off the bed and removes his clothes. He is covered with hair and is more obese than she had realized. Hands now on his hips, he proudly displays a large erection to her.
“Lie down,” he commands. “I’m on top.”
She lies on the bed and spreads her legs. He mounts her. His quick insertion is shameless and painful. She winces as his wide hips spread too far her thighs, but she does not speak. He pounds at her recklessly, torturing her in a hundred different places, a thousand different ways. The wounds in her anus open, and she feels a warm trickle of blood blend with the sweat that is flowing into the sheets. She bites her tongue to keep from crying out, and he withdraws.
“You’re holding up pretty well,” he laughs. “Your friend Al wasn’t kidding. How about some head.”
She obediently starts to rise but he pushes her down.
“No, you stay there,” he says.
He straddles her face and pushes his penis into her mouth, pinning her head into the pillow. Throwing his upper body against the headboard, he resumes the violent thrusting of his hips. She gags and chokes her way around attempts to participate. But he is only interested in fucking her face. His penis repeatedlyhits the back of her throat. The intensity of his push snaps her neck back, and he grabs her hair to hold her head in place. Suddenly he pulls away and looks at her. He holds her head with one hand and, still above her, strokes himself with the other.
“I’m gonna come on your face, baby,” he says. “I’m gonna come on your sweet black and blue punching bag bitch face.”
His semen shoots onto her cheek. Dropping her head, he covers her face with his free hand and rubs his semen over her features and into her hair until, having extracted all that he can, his other hand slows to a stop. He rolls off of her and collapses onto the bed.
“Get lost,” he says, giving her a kick in the side.
She gets into her clothes and only pauses for a moment in the bathroom, where she wipes off her face before leaving the room.
The wait for a down elevator seems endless, but finally one arrives.
(Tough trick, but at least it was a trick. Al found a trick for me.)
She goes into the casino and plays blackjack for about an hour.
(Everything is fine now; things are back on track.)
Betting
“Okay,” she says to him.
He turns and walks away, motioning for her to follow.
Al swiftly moves his hand to her wrist. “Give me the keys to your apartment, Sera. I’ll wait for you there.” He rummages through her purse, extracting her keys and some money. “Better hurry and finish your drink. You have a trick waiting that we can’t afford to lose,” he says. Then he is gone.
She feels sick as she tries to down her drink. Leaving it unfinished, she catches up to her trick at the elevator.
“What did happen to your face?” he asks. “If you don’t mind telling me that is.”
“Just some kids the other night,” she says. “They got scared.”
He nods, laughing.
They ride up to his room in silence. She feels apart now, strangely relieved, yet apprehensive. She is an observer again. He opens the door to the room.
“You girls always want to use the bathroom, right? So go ahead. There it is,” he says. He goes on to the bed.
Sera closes the bathroom door and runs the water. She splashes her face, then urinates. Her hands are icy, her mouth dry. After catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she turns out the bathroom light and walks out in front of him. He’s lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, looking very relaxed.
“Where’s my money?” she says.
He gestures to the dresser. She picks up the money and tucks it in her purse, then undresses. She stands naked before him.
“What do you want?” she says.
He swings himself off the bed and removes his clothes. He is covered with hair and is more obese than she had realized. Hands now on his hips, he proudly displays a large erection to her.
“Lie down,” he commands. “I’m on top.”
She lies on the bed and spreads her legs. He mounts her. His quick insertion is shameless and painful. She winces as his wide hips spread too far her thighs, but she does not speak. He pounds at her recklessly, torturing her in a hundred different places, a thousand different ways. The wounds in her anus open, and she feels a warm trickle of blood blend with the sweat that is flowing into the sheets. She bites her tongue to keep from crying out, and he withdraws.
“You’re holding up pretty well,” he laughs. “Your friend Al wasn’t kidding. How about some head.”
She obediently starts to rise but he pushes her down.
“No, you stay there,” he says.
He straddles her face and pushes his penis into her mouth, pinning her head into the pillow. Throwing his upper body against the headboard, he resumes the violent thrusting of his hips. She gags and chokes her way around attempts to participate. But he is only interested in fucking her face. His penis repeatedlyhits the back of her throat. The intensity of his push snaps her neck back, and he grabs her hair to hold her head in place. Suddenly he pulls away and looks at her. He holds her head with one hand and, still above her, strokes himself with the other.
“I’m gonna come on your face, baby,” he says. “I’m gonna come on your sweet black and blue punching bag bitch face.”
His semen shoots onto her cheek. Dropping her head, he covers her face with his free hand and rubs his semen over her features and into her hair until, having extracted all that he can, his other hand slows to a stop. He rolls off of her and collapses onto the bed.
“Get lost,” he says, giving her a kick in the side.
She gets into her clothes and only pauses for a moment in the bathroom, where she wipes off her face before leaving the room.
The wait for a down elevator seems endless, but finally one arrives.
(Tough trick, but at least it was a trick. Al found a trick for me.)
She goes into the casino and plays blackjack for about an hour.
(Everything is fine now; things are back on track.)
Betting
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