Taking the Stuck-up Squirting Dominatrix Bitch
I didn't like the bitch. And tonight was the night I would put her in her place.
She had a very punchable face--which made it a very fuckable one. She was snooty, always turning up her nose at the men she dominated. She worked at Club 69, which was a little ironic considering she only ever allowed (demanded) her clients to go down on her, while never returning the favour. That was just part of her schtick: she was known as the dominatrix you went to if you loved to eat pussy and loved to make girls squirt, if you loved to have your orgasms denied because you weren't getting any yourself. She had a very sensitive pussy and clit, so if you were even semi-proficient with your tongue, you were guaranteed to make her cum within a couple of minutes--and squirt like a waterfall at least a couple of times within your allotted hour. That was the reason why she kept on raking in thousands every month, because her roster of clients could not get enough of her.
But I disliked the little bitch. I didn't like her haughty boundaries to never let a guy penetrate her or even touch her breasts. I'd heard the stories from her clients; even if you begged, paid her a handsome tip, kept returning to her on a regular basis--she never relented, never gave in, always adamant that it was her way or the highway.
Well, tonight I would show her. She had no idea what was coming her way.
I was going to devastate her.
My disdain for her only grew when I showed up for our booked appointment that night. I was there a few minutes before the 8pm booking. At 8 'o' clock sharp, I rapped on her door. Through the walls, I could hear her faintly screaming, gushing with pleasure as her client made her cum over and over again with his tongue. Every second that I was forced to remain outside waiting, my anger and resentment grew. When she finally opened the door, nothing but a thin silk robe loosely wrapped around her shoulders, she didn't even issue an apology, instead eyeing me up and down with her own disdain and tilting her head silently to beckon me into her dark cave. The other client slipped out, face smeared with the dominatrix's juices, looking like they'd just returned from heaven. I shook my head as I pushed past the entrance, stalking past the woman.
I didn't waste a second. As soon as she closed and locked the door behind her, I pulled out the muffler I had in my pocket and hooked it over her head while her back was still turned to me. She immediately put up a struggle, her tiny hands wrapping around my wrists to try and yank me off her--but it wasn't even a challenge. I dragged her by her hair back towards the bed, and the entire time she put up a fight, kicking and screaming, though her screams only came out muffled and choked. In the tussle, her robe came loose, the silk spilling off her lean shoulders and falling to the floor, revealing her completely naked body. She was perfectly waxed everywhere, not a hair in sight.
Immediately, my cock throbbed, feeling almost painfully engorged. Seeing her like this, afraid, desperate, anxious, finally put in her place like the little whore she was--it was drawing all the blood in me to my monster cock. I couldn't wait to force it down her throat.
The muffler simply forced her lips wide open in a fixed circle, yanking her mouth open like she was simply a hole to be fucked--which she was. I threw her back on the bed, snatching her by the waist before she could scramble over to the bedside table where the emergency button to call for help was. I would have to be very careful not to let her touch it. Yanking her hands together, I drew a pair of handcuffs from my back pocket and locked her wrists together, much to her displeasure. She glared up at me, her tears making her mascara run, streaking dark rivers down her cheeks. Fuck, that did something to my cock. It pulsed angrily, eager to be shoved into the little slut's throat.