Desires of a Druglord

Gabriel looked down at the cum caked whore. Her face was just an absolute mess of drying bodily fluids and ruined makeup. He loved it. His cock softened a bit, still maintaining a longer shape than she was used to as it rested mere centimeters from her face. Krista soon began to cough at the sudden need for air. Though it was also a combination from almost drowning in cum, the burning sensations of the cigar smoke in the cabin. It managed to wake her up.

She felt cheap. Used. Dirty. This man had face fucked like some brothel whore. But that was the thing, wasn't it? He bought and could do with her as he damn well pleased. She looked down, ashamed to even meet his gaze. She knew it didn't make sense. What pride could she have in front of a man that had just shoved his cock in her mouth for the better part of two hours. What hurt the most, besides her sore jaw, was that between her thighs, a wet spot had formed. Fuck. Her body had reacted to this man's rough actions in a way she feared he'd interpret as an invitation for more. And worse, she feared that it would also get to her. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Gabriel looked down at his whore, She had lost the bet.

"That was a good start." He said, looking down. "You tried, and I won't deny you that." He said, with all the discipline and authority his voice carried. He lifted her head up by her chin. She struggled the slightest bit, but knew it was futile. Underneath the dried cum and spit on her face, she was blushing as he held her chin and cheeks in his hand. She looked directly into the eyes of beast, and unknowingly bit her lip. "But, you did lose." He dragged his thumb along her lower lip. Krista was both afraid and anxious for what he would do next. She feared what it was he was going to have her do now. He let go of her face, and as she moved to look back down, her chin hit the head of his cock.

Krista couldn't imagine she would be surprised anymore tonight, but there, beneath her chin, his cock was erect once more. It couldn't be. Her memory of all of her ex's comforted her that he would be done for a while, that mixed with the man's older appearance, Krista believed he'd be done for the night. Yet, it was right in front of her again, in all its virile glory. She looked back up at Gabriel. He still had that shit-eating smirk he had all night.

She wanted to accuse him of maybe cheating. Her mind raced with different scenarios to justify how he was up so quickly. Mostly involving performance enhancing drugs. She held her tongue. She knew better than to get aggressive with him currently. It was pointless. Like her predicament. She decided to look at the bright side, if there was any at all.

She couldn't deny his appealing features. She wasn't blind, he was handsome, broad, strong. She had a hard time believing this man couldn't find a woman for himself every other night. Then again, maybe that was not what he wanted. Were the circumstances different, Krista could see herself being his...she didn't know what she would be to this man in another world. But in this one, she tried to find a way to enjoy him.

Gabriel could see the gears turning in her head. She was clearly contemplating her actions carefully. She wasn't stupid like many of the others he's had before. Nor was she predictable. Most would simply go back to gagging on his cock. Not that he minded, but it was nice to see variety now and then. He was never one for using brute force to fuck his whores into submission. No, the submission came from them, then, and only then, did he oblige himself to taking them for his pleasure.

Krista threw caution to the wind, and decided that if this man was going to fuck her, he was going to do it on her terms. She got on all fours and 'presented' herself to him. Spreading her pussy lips to him. This way, she figured he wouldn't be able to see her face as he fucked her. Gabriel looked down at her raised ass with interest. Her bottom was smooth, his hand running down them as he unbuttoned his shirt to relieve some stored heat in his chest, as he lined himself behind her. Throwing it to the seat.

Both were on their knees, the only motions so far, were the limo's turns and motions. Krista bit her bottom lip as she felt him get behind her. His cock still sleek from her spit. He pressed his head beneath her entrance, rubbing along her slits teasingly. He chuckled as he felt her wetness above his head. Another thing to add to her shame.

"Getting excited?" He teased, entering her, inch by inch. His rod stretching her open in ways she'd never thought imaginable. It was both painful as it was pleasurable. No amount of lip biting on her part could prevent her from giving away her pleasure. She closed her eyes, letting out a gasp and a sob. Taking short breaths as he began to slide more and more into her. Whatever resistance her pussy had given was practically gone when he made it halfway into her, and the rest of him entered more easily.

"Fuck...fuck!" She cried out. Her fist clenched as she began to internally pray that this would be over soon. But deep down, even she knew she wanted more and more of this man. Once he was in her to the hilt, he began to pull back, the friction of him coming out of her a pleasure in its own right. "Ah...ah...hm.." She tried to make it a whisper, failing miserably. Gabriel took hold of both her ass cheeks, groping them to pull her back and thrust himself all the way in her in one aggressive motion. "Ha~!" There it was, her true moan. She tried to steel herself in front of this man, but when he pulled back and came back in with that same force, her resolve broke away. "Uh-uh-uh-uh!" Through the pain, she found enjoyment in his actions. He was fucking her like the whore she was. Her mind was about to shift to cheap, then she remembered the high price he bought her for. "Fuck...!" She tried to grip onto something, her left hand clawing the floor, as her right hand went down her body to rub her clit, his cock dragging back just beneath her hand.

"Toma esto...perra sucia!" He said roughly, his voice full of command and power as he fucked her into the floor of the limousine. She was tight, and warm. She was already wet to begin with, but there were little bits of resistance as he pushed in and out of her. His hands gripped onto her ass cheeks, separating them just for his pleasure and perhaps even hers. He found it all the better when she began pleasuring herself as well throughout all this. "Asi es." He said, pleased by her moans, as he began to flip her over, her back now on the floor and looking up at her owner. She tried to looked away, but he reached down to hold her face by her chin to keep eye contact with her. "You love this don't you?" He teased with the most devilishly handsome grin she'd ever seen in a man.

As she looked up at him, she could still feel him thrust into her. The world around came to a stop, and she could really feel the power of his thrusts as the limo no longer moved. She closed her eyes, unable to look at him as he fucked her into the euphoric state she found herself in. With a masterful hand, as he held her face, he let go slightly, his thumb still holding the side of her face, as his palm lightly slapped her cheek. The action causing her to open her eyes in surprise once more. Looking at him again. He was not going to repeat himself. She knew what he wanted to her, because it was also what she feared the most of this.

It was a buildup for them both. For Gabriel, getting to fuck his whores was something he always looked forward to. Bringing them pleasure in such terrifying circumstances was his addiction, as they lost all sense of self preservation against his sexual prowess. She was a damn treat and he found himself ready to cum the second time tonight. For Krista, it was all too much for her, as she looked up at him. She was terrified with this man. He had fucked her senseless. Impressed and scared her at the same time. He was commanding now, as he was gentle with her earlier. It confused her so much, but the pleasure, the loss of her freedom, and this discovery of herself broke her. She let out a soft sob, followed by a mess of moans and tears as she nodded her head.

"Yes!" She tried to hesitate her answer, perhaps in an attempt to retain her sanity beneath this man, but her quick and honest answer denied any possibility of it being the opposite. Not to him, but to herself. Satisfied, he let go of her face. She submitted to him. Now all that was left was to finish.

And with that, she reached her legs and arms to wrap themselves around his hips and back. She buried her head in his chest, no longer able to even face him, she closed her eyes and her cries of pleasure rang out throughout the inside of the limousine. He tears spilled, but she clawed at his back and her legs pulled him deeper into her, wanting to reach of the height of their inevitable climax.

After what seemed like a euphoric eternity, both of them came to an explosive orgasm. Krista let out a broken shout, eyes still closed, and nails practically clawing at Gabriel's back as her walls tightened around his dick. The entire time, her insides getting filled to the brim with warm and thick cum. When he was done cumming in her, a natural satisfaction came to her and her limbs weakened, releasing her owner from her clutches. Gabriel took a deep breath as he arched his back straight, wiping the sweat off his forehead and looking down at the blonde beauty before him. He legs, though spread, were gently formed in a relaxed position. Her arms lay to her side. Cum spilling out of her pussy into three streams. She was trying to catch her breath as her chest heaved up and down gently. Her body was hot, and blushed areas covered her white body. The heaviest being on her cheeks. Rosy would have been inaccurate. She was practically sunburned. He chuckled, buttoning himself up and fixing himself.

"I'll give you a few." He said, retrieving his shirt and drinking from the same bottle she had earlier. She looked at him, with blurry vision. The lights from outside the limousine shining on them both. He was patient with her at the moment, she tried to appreciate what she could have of this new life of hers. He passed her the water, she accepted it and gained some strength to get herself up. She looked down to her naked body, the nightie was torn and useless now. She looked up at him. As if expecting for more clothes. He chuckled, opening the door. "You'll get something soon." He confirmed, stepping out and holding the door open for her. She nodded nervously. She could see his guards in an orderly formation around him. She cautiously stepped out. She must have been a sight, as the Sicario's snickered. She blushed once more and quickly hid her face against Gabriel again, using her hands in a futile attempt to cover herself. Gabriel glared at his guards, who controlled themselves.

Gabriel then began walking her towards the estate. Walking barefoot along with him, Krista still had her face buried in Gabriel. Once she felt better, she looked ahead, only to see the largest private property she had ever seen. Ahead of them was an Hacienda three stories tall! With a water fountain beneath the base of its stairs leading to the entrance. She looked around herself, noticing that it was most definitely not it. Even though it was dark out, the lights from within the building showed they were in a some form of compound.

"Come. You'll see more of it tomorrow." He said, she nodded quickly, too in awe to even say anything else. That did not stop when they stepped inside. Jade marble tiles laid along the floor in a beautiful symmetric pattern, the walls were white marble stucco. There was all kinds of artworks and clay artifacts throughout the 'lobby' and another staircase leading to the the other two floors of the estate. Gabriel lead her inside, she was still astounded by it all as she followed behind, no longer worried about her nakedness. Not that anyone was in the hallways anyway.

They stopped outside of a room, where he opened the door for her. Inside was a maid in uniform. The room made all other five star hotels look like a Guantanamo Bay prison cell. Everything was pristine, in order, and practically new. There were two large beds facing a plasma screen television fixed to the wall, nightstands and cabinets, walk closets and even another room next to the screen and a window that overlooked what she assumed was the road they came in. Krista quickly covered herself again.

"This is Maria." Said Gabriel. Presenting Krista to the maid, who bowed respectfully toward her. "She will be your servant. She will show you around, answer your questions, and keep you company when I'm otherwise busy." He informed her. Krista, still in disbelief nodded slowly. "Good. I'll see you when I can." He said, stepping out of the room, giving her an encouraging smack on her ass, pushing her forward into her new room and closing the door behind him. Krista yelped. Looking around and waving at Maria.

"Hi..." She said nervously. She was growing tired by the minute, but her senses were returning to her and she made sure to keep her wits about her from Maria. She knew what she was there for. To keep a careful eye on her. "I...need a shower." She said, hoping to get some for of privacy. Maria in turn, nodded.

"Yes, ma'am." She walked over to the door next to the screen to reveal a room bigger than most rented apartments. "I'll run a bath for you." She went to turn the handles in the centered tub, the shower in the far corner of the room next to the sink and toilet. She had an accent. Not the same as Gabriel's, but indicative that Spanish was her first language. "You need submersion. Come, relax." She offered, her voice genuine. Krista's lip trembled, she did not have the strength or knowledge to even plan an escape, much less execute it. She sighed and got in the tub, relaxing into it. It felt...really nice. She sighed, letting herself submerge into the warm water and beginning to bathe herself, with help from Maria, washing her hair behind her. Once finished, she was lead back to her queen-sized bed. Getting beneath the covers.

"Thank you..." She said finally, choosing to remain polite with Maria, who wished her goodnight before dismissing herself to the bed next to hers. She did not think of her freedom, her escape, or even her life back at home. Instead, she drifted off with the last image of her conscience being that of her new owner, hovering over her and thrusting in her. She subconsciously smiled at the memory before falling asleep.