My last client has just left for the day and I'm sitting in my office on my red, leather chesterfield couch trying to decide if I should stop off on the way home and treat myself to a bottle of wine when the door goes unexpectedly. The rest of the team have already left for the day and I am alone in the old, stone building. Apprehensively, I leave the comfort of my warm office and head towards the front door, straightening my skirt and tidying my hair as I walk.
When I open up the heavy, black door I can hardly believe my eyes when I see you standing there. Stunned, I invite you in and you follow me through to my room.
I sense some kind of urgency within you and realise that you are in no mood for niceties as you suddenly take me in your arms and kiss me hard on the mouth. I can feel your cock, already hard and erect as you press your body tight against mine. You push my hand down between our bodies making me stroke your hardness through your jeans. You waste no time with fiddly buttons as you wrench my blouse apart and rip the white, lace bra from my body. Abruptly you shove me back against my couch and take my nipple into your mouth, sucking it so hard it makes my back arch. My hands thread their way through your dark hair as I feel your hand make its way up my skirt. Frustrated at the fabric that bars your way, you yank it aside and forcefully push a finger inside me. Your teeth scrape coarsely against my skin as your mouth latches on to my neck and I can feel your thumb press against my clitoris as you harshly rub at it.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to see stars," you swear through gritted teeth. "I'm going to stick my dick so fucking deep in your cunt you're going to gush, you hear me you fucking bitch?"
You quickly unzip your jeans and pull your stiff cock from your boxers. I briefly see the purple throbbing head of it, already wet with pre-cum, before you spin me round and push me callously over the arm of my couch. I use my arms to steady myself as you tug my skirt high up round my waist. My ass is now sticking up as if in open invitation to you, my thong, already pulled to the side, no longer hampers you as you drive your hard shaft in between my hot, wet lips. Your cock fills me as you thrust deep inside me. Your hand reaches around and clamps itself to my tit, squeezing it tightly as you fuck me. With every thrust you force yourself deeper and deeper, now holding on to my hips as you drive yourself repeated into my now sopping pussy.
"Fucking bitch," you spit as your slap my bare arse cheek leaving an inflamed red handprint. "You deserve to be fucked like a dog; you're nothing but a bitch in heat."
Your angry words and harsh treatment spur me on and I try to push back against you.
"Oh you fucking love it, you dirty tramp. You like it good and hard, don't you?" your voice comes out earthy and guttural. "I asked you a fucking question bitch!"
Without giving me time to answer, you slap my ass again, making my bum cheek sting with pain. I can feel your hand now scrambling between my legs and rubbing between my swollen, engorged lips. Your fingers are now coated with my juices which you slide up and down between the cheeks of my bum, rubbing them against my puckered hole. Suddenly you ram your finger into my tight asshole and I feel you plunge it in past the knuckle. I writhe under your touch, now simultaneously impaled by your cock and index finger. You fuck me with both making me cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
