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My large aqua-blue eyes opened slowly, awakened by the feel of his strong hands splaying my perfect ass cheeks, and the bulbous tip of his cock pressed against my sleepy unsuspecting rosebud. My eyelids were heavy and my vision of the familiar room blurred from hours of heartless sex the night before, with little sleep. I was sore and messy from being used all night by him, without being allowed to cum. My eyes squinted seeing the first rays of sunlight streaming into the bedroom.My long fingers instinctively reached out and grabbed hold of the plush sheets, preparing myself for what I knew would happen next. With most guys, I wouldn’t need to brace myself. But Mark Maculiff isn’t like most guys, and neither is his cock.Mark first walked into the bar where I tend six months ago. He was there to meet a Tinder date, who stood him up. He spent the evening boasting about his wealth and talking with strangers about his favorite topic – himself. He was dressed to impress, from his tailored sport coat to his Rolex. He made sure everyone knew about his success as a real estate developer, his three homes, his travels, and Maserati parked out front.Mark is six-foot, one, athletic and fit, but not jacked like a gym rat. He’s not bad to look at. He’s bald, with brown eyes and a devilish smile. He exudes a natural charm when in public and around people, but struts his strong Alpha-male dominance behind closed doors. His wounded bruised ego that night made him my perfect prey.I stalked him all evening, using everything I have to lure him in. I’m good at it. No one has ever been able to resist my seduction. I knew what he wanted, especially after being stood up. He boasted all evening about all his money, which I now wanted. Some people see me as a whore, manipulating and using men to get what I want. I see it more as using what I have to get what I deserve. I’m an opportunist. By the end of the night, we had come to an arrangement. I would give him what he wanted, and he would give me what I wanted. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. My fiancé wouldn’t like that.Mark Anadolu Yakası Escort likes owning the best of whatever he has, whether his house, his car, his tech, his clothes – or a girl. He said he wanted me at his complete disposal, anytime he is in town. I smiled telling him it would cost him. By the end of our negotiations, I had this upscale furnished condo, access to a new Lexus, and seven thousand a month for expenses. For that, he would have me, without any limits. I personally think he got a steal. It was a steal my fiancé couldn’t know about. That wasn’t easy. This deal was costly. Mark told me a couple of months into our arrangement that I needed to postpone my wedding if I wanted to continue. I was shocked. My fiancé was angry. He didn’t understand why I would suddenly put our wedding on hold without any good reason. Venue deposits were lost and we had to notify our guests. It created chaos and friction. The wedding was going to be my dream day. But my new arrangement with Mark is also a dream, and too good to walk away from. Why pick one, when I could get both from the two men? I would still get my wedding, while also bilking my new luxuries from Mark. I deserved it.Mark’s familiar thick, ten-inch morning wood pressed against my ass without saying a word. I moaned in anticipation. He turned me over onto my stomach and pushed an overstuffed pillow under me, elevating my perfect round ass for his use. His hands spread my cheeks again. He spat on my rosebud before plunging his cock into me. My fingers gripped the sheets like a vice. My back arched. He grabbed my long raven hair in his hands and pulled my head back. I gasped out loud, only encouraging his rough action. Fuck, I’m good.“You like that, Bitch,” he said, more as a statement than a question.“Fuck, yes!” I lied, knowing what he wanted to hear. That’s why I was in the bed. He knew that talking dirty to me turned me on. The ring of fire burned as he rode me, burying his cock deeper with each thrust.I was his fuck toy. Nothing more. I wondered Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan again if it was worth it, gasping from the thickness of his cock penetrating me. His hard spank on my pale ass pulled me out of my thoughts. He pulled my hair back, like reins on a horse. He reached around with his hand and took hold of my large tit. He squeezed it hard, before capturing my erect nipple between his thumb and fingers.I whimpered.“Such a fucking whore?” he blurted, as he twisted my sensitive, firm thimble. My loins stirred from the nipple attention. He knew they are so sensitive they sometimes make me cum when sucked or stimulated. It has been months since he allowed me to cum.I whimpered again, helpless to the full force of him fucking my ass. My body was highly aroused having been fucked all night before, only to be repeatedly denied. I was desperate to cum.He suddenly let out a growl as he flooded my ass with what felt like a pint of thick cum. The force of him filling me, the stimulation of my nipple added to my already despairing need to climax brought me close. “Yes!” I said, raising my ass higher, encouraging him to continue. His strong body slammed against me. My fingers gripped the sheets harder. My climax grew closer. “Fuck me!” I squealed, as my own climax approached the point of no return. “Yes!”Then suddenly, cruelly, he pulled out.“Oh no, no, please don’t stop,” I begged. “Fuck me.”He chuckled coldly, seeing me squirm beneath him. He used my raven hair as reins, pulling my head around to the side until my face was right in front of his cock, still dripping strands of cum. “Clean me up, Bitch.”I dutifully opened my mouth and took him in. I could taste myself, mixed with the tang of his familiar cum. He fucked my face. My lips and tongue cleaned his cock. My pussy throbbed desperately, on the edge of my needed climax.“Good, Whore,” he said, moving away from the bed.“Please finish me,” I begged, leaning up to kiss him. “Let me cum for you,” lying that my desire to climax was for him.“No,” Escort Anadolu Yakası he answered, turning his head as if disgusted at the thought of intimacy or a kiss. “You’re here for me, not the other way around, Slut. You cum only when I tell you.” He knew I was a better fuck denied and desperate. “Get up and make me some breakfast,” he said, walking out the bedroom door without even a look back. I sat at the table naked, watching him eating his bacon and eggs. He was wearing only Nike shorts. “You need to clear your calendar next week,” he blurted, without looking at me.“I can’t,” I said, surprised at his surprise demand. “I have to work, and I have a wedding shower some friends are throwing me.”“That’s too bad,” he said. “Call in sick, take vacation. I don’t care.”“What about the shower? Lots of people are coming. It’s been planned for weeks. I gave them a date that would work for me because you weren’t going to be in town.”“I’m not, and neither are you. You’re coming with me. It’s my annual reunion with my college frat buddies and you’re my plus one.”“No, no, please,” I begged. “I can’t cancel the shower.”“Then don’t cancel it. You just won’t be there.”“That makes no sense. It’s for me!” “Then decide what you want more. Either cancel that or cancel all this,” he said waving his arm around at the room in a nonchalant way. “I’m not forcing you to be here, Slut. You can walk any time you want. It’s your life. It’s your choice. I just need to know now what you’re doing next week. You’re either coming with me or you’re moving out of this place. I don’t give a shit which.”I couldn’t help wondering again if all this was worth it. How did I get myself into this? The questions were fleeting. I couldn’t help it.I made my choice and found myself at five-star restaurant on the ground floor of our hotel. We had already been there a couple of days, socializing with Mark’s fraternity brothers and their wives and girlfriends. The five guys were all very comfortable with each other, which made meeting everyone easier. Their plus-ones were all gorgeous and pleasant enough, but silently competing with each other, and in front of the other guys, for who was the sexiest. Every day, the competition grew more intense by what we wore, or didn’t wear, when all together. The guys loved us showing off, especially when we acted slutty or exposed a little more than expected. Mark relished the silent competition.
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