Isabelle had told Michael she was an insatiable whore. She had admitted to him the things she loved and fantasized about: being watched, porn, rough sex, face-fucking, humiliation, dirty-talk, anal sex, gangbangs, gloryholes, prostitution role-play and rape role-play. While many of her fantasies had already been fulfilled, she still had some unfulfilled. Michael read her clearly and in fucking her throat brutally and cumming on her face he broke her in, so to speak. He knew she would go through with the things she said.
The first night they met he came three times. The first was all over her face. The second time was in her pussy. He wasn't sure he would take her a third round until she began screaming for him to fuck her harder. His cock was 9 inches long and almost 6 inches around. As far as fucking went, she should have been begging him to be gentle. Not Isabelle, though. Isabelle was built to take cock and she had an addiction for big ones. She loved how it hurt when they pushed too far and how she thought they would literally rip her open. But he wanted to see her squirm and gasp and beg him to be gentle and he didn't get that satisfaction when he abused her young cunt.
So somewhere around 3AM they had finished 3 drinks together in his studio. On top of the 3 she had between 9 and 10 that night she was undoubtedly drunk. Her hands began running along his limp cock and she slid from the couch back to her familiar position on her knees in front of him. She began to bring his cock back to life with her expert tongue and lips. "You insatiable, whore. You sure you want to go down this road? There is only 1 hole left on your body I have any interest in now."
She took his half hard cock all the way in her mouth and attempted to lick his balls while doing so, drool poured from her mouth and on him as she managed to mumble out, "mmmhmmm".
In no time she found herself on her knees on the couch, her head on the low arm rest. His well lubricated fingers were making their way easily in and out of her asshole. He pushed in a third to prepare her well. He didn't want neighbors thinking he was murdering someone when he finally took her ass.
Michael spent 5 minutes toying with her asshole, 30 seconds lecturing her on how her tight hole would never be the same and 15 minutes making her scream. Isabelle had never felt so full in her life and she had successfully received double penetration in the past. She didn't even enjoy it for the first 5 minutes, she managed to relax in the middle and by the end she was telling him to spank her. She was demanding he fuck her hard and abuse her and remind her what a whore she really is.
When Michael was done with her he called her a taxi and told her to be check her email when she woke up. She woke up giddy and incredibly sore at noon. The soreness in her head was from the drinks and the soreness in her pussy, ass, throat and jaw were obviously from the abuse she took. Still, she had to return. Everything seemed like a good idea when she was drunk but now the very real possibility of her internet debut hung over her head and she couldn't have that. She checked her e-mail and followed the instructions.
She showered and had a light breakfast and relaxed until 5:00. He had told her to meet him on one of the busier streets in town. She knew the area pretty well as she passed it on her commute to work. So at 4:30 she got on a bus as instructed. She wore a skirt, flat shoes and a tight shirt. She was told to forget the bra and underwear so she was sure to cross her arms and legs on the bus ride there. Michael was waiting for her at her stop with a smile. "OK, Isabelle. We can fulfill so many of your fantasies right here!"
She looked around. "Right here? At a bus stop? Listen, I know I told you I'm an exhibitionist but I'm not fucking you at a bus stop in day light."
Michael laughed and grabbed her should and spun her around. He pointed at a glowing sign that read, 'Peep Shows'. She was confused. "I like porn stores but what the fuck is a Peep Show?"
He smiled again as if she were so naive. "Peep shows, my dear, are code word for gloryholes 99% of the time. These ones are particularly good. This is my store and I have some friends who would love to watch you work my cock."
She was stunned. She never thought she was ACTUALLY visit a gloryhole -- she just loved the thought of it. How dirty she would feel playing with her pussy as some perverted stranger watched through a small hole. How maybe she would suck on a big fat dick while others watched and wished. And now her chance was upon her and she didn't feel ready. Michael sensed this and he assured her, "Listen, just do what comes naturally to whores like you."
He led the way into the store. He waved to the person at the front desk and they opened a door that lead to the back. It was dark and smelled of sex. Isabelle grabbed his shirt so she wouldn't lose him in the darkness. He knew the place well and he politely opened a door for her. "OK, this is your booth. Find something nice to watch. I'll take the booth on your right. Some of my friends are already here to watch. Oh, and don't worry. They all go through a lot of tests to make sure they're clean before I allow them in any of my films." On that note he slipped into his box. It suddenly occurred to Isabelle that his friends were amateur porn actors.
She stepped into her dark box and locked the door behind her. It was small with just 2 walls, a screen and a door behind her. She pushed the glowing red button and the screen lit up. She flicked through the channels rather naturally until she found porn of a woman fucking someone rough-looking in front of another guy who was tied up and forced to watch. The woman's hands were tied behind her back and she obvious loved the rough pounding she was taking.
