“I know this is new to you, Kayleigh, and you’re doing an excellent job for sucking such a massive dick, okay?”
“Mmm-hmm. Thank you, sir.” Lindsay glanced Sammy’s way, his pubic hair tickling her nose as her head bobbed up and down, his cock invading her mouth until it clashed against the back of her throat and receding until only the head remained between her lips.
Before her exciting new life in Nevada became a reality, Lindsay read countless articles on how to give a proper blowjob. One that stuck with her suggested an elevated level of animalistic and unbridled enthusiasm. Pay attention to how the man’s dick behaved, it said, and don’t ask for a progress report. If the dick jumped and throbbed, it’s happy. If it oozed pre-cum, it’s thrilled. Use spit in excess, use your mouth, hands, even your breath, and don’t be afraid to push your limits.
Applying these techniques caused Lindsay’s eyes to tear up and the hinge of her jaw to ache, but the discomfort proved worth it when Sammy first snatched her hair and neck an hour ago and thumped away like a maniac on steroids. Lindsay figured she had to be doing something right, at least, and loved providing pleasure for Sammy after he had spent his hard-earned money on her.
Somehow, that meant everything to her.
“I know you know how to suck a dick, okay?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she said, moaning.
“You’re a woman and being subservient like this is hard-wired into your DNA. It’s in your nature. But be quiet when you’re sucking my dick, all right?”
Lindsay pulled back and said with a whisper, “Okay.”
“You make too much fuckin’ noise, and I don’t like it. It’s too damn distracting.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah.”
“You know what? Don’t apologize to me, you little brat. Apologize to my dick.”
“I’m sorry.” She swiped her tongue over its head.
As the most notorious and well-known whoremonger in the LPIN community, Sammy had received tens of thousands of blowjobs by so-called “ladies of the night” who enjoyed giving them as much as he loved getting them. This man was a true industry icon. I’ve spent over two million dollars combined at these cursed houses, maybe even three. He always checked his emotions at the door, had controversial opinions and views, and wasn’t afraid to verbally decimate a prostitute if he believed he wasn’t getting his money’s worth.
Sure, several over the years had done this act clinically for him, almost robotically, with a false façade of joy and eagerness, and Sammy understood their sole motivation was the money and they may, in fact, secretly despise him and the wicked things he made them do.
Sammy was okay with that. Like I give two shits what these chicks think or feel anyway. I just want them to do their fucking job and satisfy me. They’re holes to me. He still admired every one of them, regardless, and understood no matter the method or level of sincerity they had in earning it, it was important that they ultimately had enough money to pay their bills and put food on the table.
Or support their drug habit.
“All right. Now just keep suckin’, darlin’. I’ll tell you when to stop. Be a good girl; relax your throat and take more of me in, okay? Do as I tell you.”
“Yes sir.”
Lindsay Anastacio was experimenting and growing bolder before Sammy’s eyes. He enjoyed it when she squeezed hard and sucked gently. Or sucked with reckless abandon and stroked lightly. She tried to swallow him as far as possible earlier, even deep-throat him, but that proved far more difficult than she expected, and the poor girl couldn’t breathe and gagged.
“You like suckin’ that dick.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Yeah, yeah. Keep suckin’ that dick. You’re doing great.” If Sammy’s smile became any wider, he’d resemble the Joker. “You know what fuckin’ turns me on more than anything, babygirl?”
“Huh?” She moved back, curious, still flicking with her tongue. “What turns you on more than anything?” She kissed his balls.
“The thought of you suckin’ dick.” Sammy once again forced himself into that sweet receptacle, and this time held Lindsay’s head in place. “I like the idea of you suckin’ a bunch of guys’ dicks. Are you gonna do that while you’re here?” His grip loosened. “You gonna suck every dick you come across and get paid for it like you should?”
“I hope so.”
Sammy withdrew himself without a warning, gathered a heavy clump of Lindsay’s hair and pulled, and dragged her up and off her knees. The unexpected pressure sent shock waves to her nerve endings, however Sammy used his opposite hand to latch on to her neck to help mitigate the pull. And nothing could have prepared Lindsay for such a quick, rough manhandling, and the intense rush of being tossed atop the bed like an inanimate object.
She was splayed out beneath him with one knee up and a finger stroking her mouth like the sultry vixen he was helping her transition into.
“Do you really love suckin’ dick?”
“I really love sucking cock.”
“Be honest with me.”
“I am. It’s my favorite thing in the world to do.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” By now, Lindsay’s other hand was between her thighs, and she was stimulating herself.
“Do you love suckin’ stranger’s dicks?”
Her brows wagged. “I love sucking stranger’s dicks.”
“Don’t fuck with me. I don’t wanna hear no bullshit.”
“No, I’m not lying. You may be my first stranger, but your dick was like the prize at the bottom of the cereal box. I want more. Lots more.” Rapid blinking led to wide-eyed discovery. “I swear to you: I’m looking forward to being with other guys, other strangers.” Lindsay’s probing finger picked up speed and rubbed frantically. “Why else would I be here right now, working in a brothel?” Her breathing hitched.
“Would you be willing to take two dicks at once?”
“Yeah.” The twinkle in her eyes spelled mischief. “I’d like to have one in my hand and one down my throat … and go back and forth between the two.” She made quick ducking motions to either side with her head and giggled. “I’ve fantasized about that happening a lot over the years. It always makes me wet.”
Hmm, I’ll have to see about making it a reality one day. I bet you could handle four or five dicks with ease.
Sammy took a seat and motioned toward his lap. “Come on, Kayleigh, on your knees again, right here. I want my dick back where it belongs until I say otherwise.”
“Yes sir.”
“God, you’re such a sweet little thing.”
Lindsay was proving to be a luxurious pay-for-pleasure companion. Her endearing innocence and fierce curiosity, everything about her, made her touch, whether with her mouth, hands, or body, something else. This chick is going places. If I were her, I’d sign with a high-end porn studio and pump out scene after scene.
The right company would make her a star – a superstar – perhaps the most notorious the adult industry had ever produced. She’d be an industry unto herself, famous for being famous. Kayleigh could travel the country, even the globe, and charge fans ten grand an hour to fuck them.
However, Sammy didn’t want such worldwide notoriety for Lindsay. Not yet anyway. His vision was simpler and hit much closer to home.
Sammy contemplated the possibilities as she once again assumed the position on her knees and his hands found her hair. I don’t get attached to whores on a personal level. Not anymore. That’s a road I refuse to travel down and a recipe for disaster. He threaded his fingers into Lindsay’s blonde locks and again held on. He could keep her at bay if he desired or reel her close to his dick. It was his decision – and his alone. I paid for this time. I’m the boss and she belongs to me until ten o’clock tonight. The wet, muffled sounds Lindsay made as she offered her oral blessings were music to his ears.
Fucking hell, she’s stunning. Sammy couldn’t believe how reactive Lindsay was either. Look at those eyes and that sweet-cheeks face. How eager she was to please, to satisfy, to obey. He wanted to be the boss of this girl from now on – her pleasure, her pain, her joy, her laughter, her smile. Everything. Sammy settled on the bed’s edge and allowed himself to slide further down the rabbit hole of everything Lindsay embodied, all she offered, as she now practiced and one day may perfect a talent that would take her as far as she wanted it to in life.
“It would be epic if I could have a cock and balls in my mouth at the same time.”
“You fucking whore.” Lindsay’s mouth was like a wet vacuum on overload as Sammy glared down at her, silken and hot. “You’re Master’s filthy little cock whore.”
“Having it all the way down my throat and licking on your balls at the same time. You know I’d do that all night if you let me, right?” Lindsay jacked Sammy’s cock at the base and slid her mouth over its tip. “You work hard all week at your job and deserve to have your dick sucked. I don’t know why your wife doesn’t enjoy doing this for you. I dunno, sir. If I were her, I’d be waiting on my knees every night when you arrived home from work.”
“Stop talking. Just keep sucking.” You’re an absolute doll, but I don’t need you to mention Barbara. Sammy didn’t want to think about her. She’s going to castrate me once I make it home later and fess up about all the money I’ve spent tonight.
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