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His body? His rules? But how am I to stop this strange feeling from erupting inside me?
My whole body tenses from the tension building inside my crotch. My walls wrap the man's cock like they want to hog all the intriguing pain it brings. Our crotches slap against each other. My waist is about to break as I grind my hips against his, and my toes are about to snap from curling while holding off the imminent explosion inside me. I almost wound his skin as I dug my nails into his chest.
The tension he introduced with his tongue returns but with a more intriguing and pleasurable feeling. His tongue took me to climax without letting me feel any pain. His cock pushes me to the brink of orgasm with pleasurable pain. I want him to stop when the pain stings me, but the sting ignites my greed to have more of it.
His kisses are lovely pain relievers. When I cry, he kisses me lovingly. When I call his name, he kisses me torridly. I shouldn't be enjoying this moment but should be ashamed of what I've become. I can't hide the beauty of it. It's a feeling produced by my hormones shooting up. Instead of controlling myself to avoid complications, I drown myself in the fantasy of being in the arms of somebody destined to take me.
“Sir, please,” I cry when I shiver from the growing heat around my waist.
He doesn't reply and continues to thrust in and out of my pussy. My walls try to hold him in by squeezing him more until he, too, can't stop from reaching his climax.
“Are you safe?” the man asks. His voice sounds like a groan as he holds his desire to explode. “Are you safe?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper while waiting for him to let me cum. His body. His rules. I hate it, but my body seems to understand him.
I almost scream when the man rams against my pussy with faster and more powerful intensity. My whole body shakes from his thrusts – even my moans break as he pushes me closer to the edge of orgasm.
“Sir,” I claw his shoulders while desperately controlling my desire to explode.
"Cum," he finally orders, and I let go of all the tension without hesitation.
The sudden release explodes with flowing delight to my nerves and engulfs me with pleasure that sways me into ecstasy. I arch my hips to remain connected to his crotch while his cock swells and teases my greedy walls. The man makes a few thrusts against my tight walls before reaching for his climax.
I become lightheaded from the warmth of his cum gushing inside me. I wrap him in a tight embrace as the frenzied feeling overpowers me. He holds me tight as we wait for our climax to subside.
“Sir,” I moan into his ear before sliding from him. I trace his face and move my face closer to his after feeling his tall nose. “Sir,” I call again. I don’t know why I keep calling him. But it’s all I can think of as my body pulses to the remaining bits of my orgasm.
“Tannie," he replies. Strangely, the pet name sounds sexy when he says it with his breath brushing through my face.
The man showers my sweaty skin with kisses before rolling away from me. I turn to him and try to see him from the tiny space under the blindfold. He chuckles and distracts me with a kiss.
“You shouldn’t waste your energy, Tannie,” he tells me while brushing his thumb against one of my nipples. He runs a palm along my curves and stops at my butt. “Let’s get some rest before I take this hole.”
Once again, he kills the fantasy my hormones create. I can cover up this night as a memorable one. That the man who took me, somehow, passionately made love to me. But he pulls me back to reality. I’m nothing to him but an escort with holes to fuck.
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The man hugs me from behind and showers my nape and shoulders with kisses. I blow a soft sigh. He's not backing off his plan to be the first in all my holes. But this man has a way of playing with my heart. I love how gentle he brushes his palm on my belly and lightly scratches the bottoms of my tits with his fingers.
“Ready, Tannie?”
Before I can answer, he pushes me onto my stomach and pulls my hips high to a doggy position. I don't object. What for? He has laid his rules; I need the extra cash. And this man doesn't disappoint anyway. The man knows how to make me crave what he can give.
He cups my butt cheeks and squeezes them tightly. The tension travels to my pussy and tickles my walls, producing a shameless moan from me. The man chuckles and kisses the small of my back.
“You’re going to love it, too,” he kisses me between words.
The man reaches for the pearls and moves them to my butt crack. I tremble when he rolls the beads around my butt hole. I gasp hard when he pushes a bead into my hole. My fingers curl against the sheet while I calm myself. I bite my lips as he pushes a few more inside me.
"Sir," I don't know if it's a cry or a moan, but I arch my hips higher as he pulls the beads out of me. Like the entry of his cock into my pussy, the pearls sting and itch as they scratch my tissue. "Sir," now I moan when he rolls a bead around my throbbing hole.
I shudder when he licks the top of my butt crack and extends it to my spine while pushing a bead inside me. The man stops after inserting the second bead when his mobile phone rings. He ignores it and puts in another one. My toes curl at the tension as I adapt to the sensation around my anus. He grunts in disappointment when the phone doesn't stop ringing. I shriek when he slaps one side of my butt and pulls out the beads.
The man flips me to my back, takes a tit into his mouth, and sucks it until I moan. He rises from the bed and takes something from the end table. “The blindfold stays on. And whatever you hear stays here, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” but I raise my head high to see at least a glimpse of who he is.
The man walks a few steps without saying anything. Suddenly, he instructs the caller to perform different kinds of medical tests on somebody. A doctor? He sounded and knew things like one. The man is a doctor!
Is he from the hospital where I work as a nursing aid, hence the blindfold? Or can he be my professor? No!
“Prepare an OR and have a chopper pick me up ASAP,” the man orders.
A surgeon?
Carmen!
Who is he? I need to know him. What if I run into him during my internship at Osler? I twist the blanket while listening to the man. He continues to talk while he opens a drawer.
“W-who are you?” I ask when he holds my hand. My mouth drops when he places some bills into my hands.
"I have to go. I paid for all the holes," the man coldly tells me. "You can stay until noon. I'll have them call you if I need you."
“Please. I need to know.”
Even if he hasn't seen my whole face, the pimp must have shown him my picture. I can't walk around hospitals knowing that one of the doctors could be him. What would he think about an intern who was once his escort? He cannot share my information just as I cannot do the same to him. But the contract doesn't stop him from looking down on me even after I become a doctor.
“You don’t have to know,” the man kisses me and walks away.
I want to take off the blindfold, but somehow, he has power over me. I can't break his rule. When I hear the door shut, I untie the ribbon and look around. Shame splashes and pales my face when I find the money in my hand. It's more than the price given to me and the price he placed on my holes. I look around the bed and find traces of what happened between us – how the man took my virginity. But there's no trace of who he could be.
I wipe my tears before they can fall. There's no use regretting what I have done. The money in my hand is enough for the initial tuition for my last year. If I get the job from this man, I can pay for the whole year and secure my application at Osler. Who cares if he will look down on me for selling my body and soul to him? I'm not the first to do it. I can compensate for the consequences by saving lives. I tarnished my honor as a woman, but I will build honor and reputation as a doctor.
Focus, Carmen! Everything between that man and I will only be sex. Sure. My hormones will make me think that he's special and even fill me with a fantasy of falling in love with him. But I'm going to be a doctor. It is easy for me to understand that all these have no meaning. "Just be a great doctor," I tell myself. And forget about him after I finish the job.
