was a bit of a struggle to be in control and dictate the trick, but she never gave them a bit of doubt about her abilities. Afterward she found she liked it, she liked it a lot. She immersed herself into that role of a controlling bitch and found the men she fucked that week were rather receptive to the change.
"You show me what's in that bag or the deal is off," she snipped.
"Dude, just show her," Steve chimed in.
"Hey!"Mike cut his friend off then turned his eyes back to Jenya. "You'll like it, trust me."
"I'm just watching out for myself," Jenya spat. "You'd be surprised at the kind of sickos that tell that to a woman then- bam! She gets fucked up in the head and is scared shitless for the rest of her life."
"You think we'd do you like that?" Mike asked. "You're the best piece of ass we've found in a long time. Ain't a woman one who's pussy can take us. You think we're gonna fuck that up with some stupid shit?"
"Maybe," she said.
"Then maybe you need to learn your place, bitch," Mike replied and took her by the wrist. "It's our dime this time, slut. Last time we were just being nice in letting you take the lead. We wanted to see what you could take. Now we know."
In that very moment, all of the meek submissiveness Jenya had once known came crashing down upon her naked, supple body. She responded accordingly by simply nodding and holding her tongue. Her eyes darted from man to man as she reached inside of her to rip the dom back to the surface.
"Besides, who would stop us anyway?" he asked. "Your little ass can't do shit against the eight of us, or even with the five of us either. Remember that. Our dime. Our will. Our rules. Got it?"
Maybe the knife hidden in my boot? The Saturday-night-special tucked in my purse? Fuck, one good grip on your nutsack, you stupid fuck. I haven't made it this long as a hooker without knowing how to defend myself. They better pray they don't ever find out. My bite is so much worse than my bark.
"My cunt, my rules," she smirked. "Got that?"
Two or three of them looked as if they were going to say something but she held her hand up and tilted her head away, stopping them before they shoved their feet in their mouths. A few padded steps later, she pulled her stilettos from bag and slipped them on. Mike smiled and nodded his approval.
The seemed to invigorate her with power. They were the exact same ones she had worn the week and reminded her of the kind of control she had over the trick. Jenya was needing full control, but she had to know that if push came to shove, she could exert some sort of pressure to force the situation to her liking.
"I doubt you want to hurt me," Jenya said. "I didn't say that I would be opposed to what you brought with you, I just want to make sure I'll be safe."
She strutted over to Mike and pressed her hand against his crotch.
"Maybe it'll turn me on," she teased. "Ever think of that? Hmmmmm?"
Mike nodded to Davey and the man unzipped the knapsack. He opened it enough for her to peek inside. Jenya did and arched a brow. She smiled darkly at them.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," she purred.
Chapter 3: Cocks Galore
“See,” Fred barged into the conversation. “We said we’d take care of you. Nothing to worry about.”
“Of course,” Jenya said pleasantly. “So what are we starting with tonight?”
“Blow us,” Mike said.
“Very well.”
Jenya was brooding inside. She could make men cum within minutes with her talented tongue. She hoped that if she got a few of them off it would make the trick go by faster.
The guys stripped down in record time, after stuffing their cash safely back into their pockets. She knelt on the floor and waited. They circled her like a pack of wolves. Their cocks were already throbbing hard and loomed menacing just a few inches from her face.
“What the fuck?” Andy said and shoved Steve.
“Huh?” Steve
"You show me what's in that bag or the deal is off," she snipped.
"Dude, just show her," Steve chimed in.
"Hey!"Mike cut his friend off then turned his eyes back to Jenya. "You'll like it, trust me."
"I'm just watching out for myself," Jenya spat. "You'd be surprised at the kind of sickos that tell that to a woman then- bam! She gets fucked up in the head and is scared shitless for the rest of her life."
"You think we'd do you like that?" Mike asked. "You're the best piece of ass we've found in a long time. Ain't a woman one who's pussy can take us. You think we're gonna fuck that up with some stupid shit?"
"Maybe," she said.
"Then maybe you need to learn your place, bitch," Mike replied and took her by the wrist. "It's our dime this time, slut. Last time we were just being nice in letting you take the lead. We wanted to see what you could take. Now we know."
In that very moment, all of the meek submissiveness Jenya had once known came crashing down upon her naked, supple body. She responded accordingly by simply nodding and holding her tongue. Her eyes darted from man to man as she reached inside of her to rip the dom back to the surface.
"Besides, who would stop us anyway?" he asked. "Your little ass can't do shit against the eight of us, or even with the five of us either. Remember that. Our dime. Our will. Our rules. Got it?"
Maybe the knife hidden in my boot? The Saturday-night-special tucked in my purse? Fuck, one good grip on your nutsack, you stupid fuck. I haven't made it this long as a hooker without knowing how to defend myself. They better pray they don't ever find out. My bite is so much worse than my bark.
"My cunt, my rules," she smirked. "Got that?"
Two or three of them looked as if they were going to say something but she held her hand up and tilted her head away, stopping them before they shoved their feet in their mouths. A few padded steps later, she pulled her stilettos from bag and slipped them on. Mike smiled and nodded his approval.
The seemed to invigorate her with power. They were the exact same ones she had worn the week and reminded her of the kind of control she had over the trick. Jenya was needing full control, but she had to know that if push came to shove, she could exert some sort of pressure to force the situation to her liking.
"I doubt you want to hurt me," Jenya said. "I didn't say that I would be opposed to what you brought with you, I just want to make sure I'll be safe."
She strutted over to Mike and pressed her hand against his crotch.
"Maybe it'll turn me on," she teased. "Ever think of that? Hmmmmm?"
Mike nodded to Davey and the man unzipped the knapsack. He opened it enough for her to peek inside. Jenya did and arched a brow. She smiled darkly at them.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," she purred.
Chapter 3: Cocks Galore
“See,” Fred barged into the conversation. “We said we’d take care of you. Nothing to worry about.”
“Of course,” Jenya said pleasantly. “So what are we starting with tonight?”
“Blow us,” Mike said.
“Very well.”
Jenya was brooding inside. She could make men cum within minutes with her talented tongue. She hoped that if she got a few of them off it would make the trick go by faster.
The guys stripped down in record time, after stuffing their cash safely back into their pockets. She knelt on the floor and waited. They circled her like a pack of wolves. Their cocks were already throbbing hard and loomed menacing just a few inches from her face.
“What the fuck?” Andy said and shoved Steve.
“Huh?” Steve
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