He watched her intently for long minutes, satisfying himself with her sexual talents, then ordered:
"Stop!"
She stopped immediately, but didn't removed her torrid mouth from his tool. She remained motionless, waiting obediently for his next command, thrillingly accepting her role of whore, cocksucker, prostitute, anything and everything he wanted her to be.
He moved slightly, saying, "Open your eyes and look at yourself."
Slowly, forcing herself to release barely an inch of his tasty meat, she looked to her left and saw herself reflected in the mirror on the wall, her long hair splayed across her shoulders, almost hiding her passionate face.
"Do you see yourself?" he asked, enjoying her torment as he twisted further, leaving only half his glistening rod remaining between her scarlet lips. "Do you see the prostitute with my dick in her mouth?" he taunted.
She nodded eagerly, his prick bobbing wetly from her mouth. Her bright eyes danced happily as she studied her reflection, forever etching in her mind the picture of her kneeling in submission before him, her back rigidly straight, her firm young tits straining arrogantly against the thin fabric of her blouse, her hands held tightly behind her because of his order.
She moaned softly around the bulbous dick head, loving her position of servitude as she squirmed her soft ass against the tight confines of her thoroughly damp panties, wanting a giant cock slammed into her gaping hole, cramming her belly with rigid pumping dick. She wanted desperately to brush back the hair from her face and see her coral mouth enjoying his royal member, but remembering his strict order, she satisfied herself with burning the torrid image in her brain, indelibly recording the picture of his deeply veined shaft entering her mouth.
"How do you like being a prostitute so far?" he asked, smiling as he caught her eyes in the silver mirror.
She nodded again, trying to smile, wishing he would order her to tear off her clothes and spread her soft thighs for him, force her to accept his charging prick in her tight little pussy. Her trembling vagina gnawed at her, wanting to stretch itself around his pounding tool.
But instead of having the soft petals of her cunt wrap themselves feather-light around his glowing shaft he ordered her to use her hands to massage his balls and guide the rigid length of his manhood deeper into her eager mouth.
Gladly she stroked his bulging rod, moving her expert mouth from tip to base, lapping her hot tongue at the broad head in furious circles, then sliding down over the smooth shaft until the tip of her cutely turned-up nose brushed maddeningly in the short wiry hairs of his loins.
She caressed his balls with an easy skill, rolling them with her delicate fingers as her other hand found his smooth ass and urged him forward, forcing more of his stiff dick into her wildly churning mouth.
"Goddam!" he cried, nearly berserk with the expert way she was handling him. "You're fantastic!"
He was breathing heavily through his open mouth. Then suddenly:
"Stop!" he yelled, yanking his throbbing rod from her mouth with a loud smack. "Get up!"
Trance-like, she got her feet under her and pushed herself erect, her anxious eyes fixed on his rigid manhood, barely daring to breath at the sight of it, afraid he might not allow her to have it, to fill the ravenous empty void deep inside her dripping cunt.
"Stand at the foot of the bed," he ordered, turning away from her and walking lightly to the bank of buttons at the headboard of the bed, the purple knob of his prick bouncing with each step. Quickly, he flicked a series of switches that instantly bathed her in a plethora of streaming colors.
The intensity of the glaring lights came like a physical blow. She squinted, shading her eyes with her hands as she tried to follow the motions of her Master, her God, the wonderful man with the proud equipment to ease the raging desire in her crazed and flaming cunt.
Order me, she thought wantonly, yell at me, scream, do anything you want, but give me that glorious length of hard cock!
"Take off your blouse," he croaked, his voice coarse.
She hurried her hands to the buttons at her throat, anxious to please.
"Slowly!" he ordered.
Her hands shaking, she forced herself to move slowly, nervously obeying his command, hoping she was doing what he expected as one after another the buttons yielded to her deft fingers, exposing a tan line of soft body from slender neck to her quivering navel.
"Open it! I want to see what you have in that blouse!"
She smiled, some inner sense telling her to tease him now, timidly show her body, slowly exhibit her marvelous tits to his hungry eyes, strip before him as a professional might.
Then it hit her!
She was a professional! This is what I'm selling, she told herself suddenly. This body, my tits, my ass, my cunt, doing what he wants when he wants it, giving him a loving hole to shoot his spunk into.
"Show me your tits!" he ordered again, interrupting her thoughts.
Yes, she thought, smiling as she slowly tugged her blouse from her skirt and shrugged it off her tanned shoulders. This is what I was made for, to service and obey, to bring pleasure, to glory in my womanhood, to make him feel wonderful and powerful, to satisfy his every desire with my eager body!
"These are for you, Master, and anything else you want," she cooed, barely able to make him out past the bright lights until her eyes adjusted and she saw him sitting Buddha-fashion at the middle of the bed, his back ramrod straight, his huge hands on his knees, watching her every move.
"Your skirt-" he coughed, his voice catching at the sight of her soft melons jutting out proudly, their dark nipples stiff and inviting. "Take off your skirt!"
She trembled slightly, seeing him more clearly now in the reflected light, his rigid hard-on sprouting arrogantly from his widespread thighs capturing her attention as her fingers undid the zipper at her side, then the hook, separating the thin material in a graceful movement that let it whisper softly over her thighs to the floor.
And feeling a sudden mastery of her role, like an actress after learning her part well, she stooped, her pert tits swaying enticingly, and brought up the fallen skirt, holding it delicately in front of her for long moments before flipping it over her shoulder with a saucy grin.
"Your wish is my command, Master. Just name it and-"
"Step very slowly out of your panties," he said, his breathing loud and rasping. "Then I'll tell you what to do."
Her movements were assured and easy, watching the glistening head of his cock, knowing it would soon be in her, buried all the way in her aching cunt in just a few minutes. She thought of its round thickness as she rolled her panties over her smooth hips and down to show the beginnings of her triangular patch of soft black fur.
"Hurry!" he ordered, his hand going to his prick.
She quickly slid the lace panties down her legs and stepped out of them, then stood straight and tall before him, her firm young tits rounded gently in the sharp lights, her glowing tummy curving warmly into her dark pelvis, her cunt watering as she waited for his next command.
"Quick!" he shouted, falling back on the bed, his rock-hard manhood waving above him. "Suck it!"
She scrambled onto the bed and raced between his outstretched legs, barely having time to bring her scarlet lips around the glowing head before he started pumping jet after jet of fiery cum into her waiting mouth.
"Oh, God!" he roared, raising his hips from the bed and driving his gushing tool far into her gobbling throat. "Suck it! Suck it dry!"
She lavished his heavy tool with every ounce of her skill, twisting and turning her frantically sucking mouth on the bulging rod, skewering herself into his short hairs to get every inch of his spurting manhood as she swallowed load after load of his sweet jism.