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“Are you ever gonna tell me what happened when you went?” Frank gave an irritated sigh as Bob stubbornly shook his head. It had been almost three days since his last encounter with what he found out the building had been called ‘Crimson’ and his ever so delicious last visit with Lola. In his mind he recalled the fresh memory of that night and waking up the next morning with her in is arms. When they both woke up she had walked him out and she gave a seductive wave as she turned for the Mistress’ door. He walked out a happy man that day.

He pondered when his next visit would be, he had intended to come back sooner, but he had been held up with work. But perhaps tonight wouldn’t be so bad would it?

“Not a chance.” He replied.

“Come on man!”

“Nope.”

“Fine!” Frank gave a pout as Bob would not reveal what had happened. It was his secret and he wanted to keep it that way. It was in the afternoon when he began to think about Lola, and how good her body felt underneath his, or the taste of her sweet lips. Could he really be drawn to a girl who was nothing but a pleasure relief for men just like him? He shook the thought away and let it go somewhere else. And just to prove it to himself, he had secretly called Crimson and scheduled his visit for tonight, wondering it was a good idea…

When the day was over and Bob sighed in relief to be going home, he turned left instead of right. Anxiously awaiting his new appointment that was granted. He pictured Lola’s face and body and wondered what she wearing now, if had been a costume like last time. He tried to let himself get hard in the car, but he couldn’t help it as he envisioned her screaming under him.

As he reached the destination, the sun began to seek lower and the sky turned dark blue while having a pink and orange tint to it. The leaves of the trees flew swiftly by now that the season had changed. He was grateful for it, since summer had been a blistering heated one, and the cool wind was peace.

He turned one more street and parked his car on the curb. He locked all doors to it, and made his way to the deserted building, smiling as he came into view with the familiar broken down one. He still compared the outside from the in, such drastic changes.

He tapped his fingers on the large door and was greeted with the same large man from the previous visit. He walked down to the Mistress’ door, but she was not there. He looked around confused, grateful when Kimber had walked in his direction.

“Mr. Bryar back again?” She smiled. Her neon blue streaked hair was curled and she wore a black low cut dress with flats. He nodded and blushed.

“Mistress is with another client, but I suppose I could help you?” He nodded again.

“Would you like to try another girl, or are you okay with Lola?”

“I’m fine.” She smiled and nodded before leading him into a different room from last time and the decoration was different. There was a black bed, black walls, two candles lit, and faint objects on the wall he could not see from the dark side of it. Kimber excused herself while Bob waited patiently for her to come back. As he walked closer to the wall he could now make out the devices that were there on it. His eyes widened at them, curiosity pondering what each of them were used for. None the less, they seemed painful.

“We meet again…” A voice spoke and he smiled feeling her presence fill the room. He turned around and saw her standing there with the same angelic features. Her black hair was straight, her eyes were colorful and she wore a similar costume. It was a pink and black laced mini skirt, a pink corset with matching heels. She looked sexy and divine, and Bob had officially declared her to be perfect. He imagined that there was a never a day where she didn’t look beautiful it was impossible.

“I assume you enjoyed our last time together?” She asked coyly.

“It was the best.”

“Glad you thought so.” She replied softly. Bob eyed her hungrily, Lola had took notice. She strode over to him looking up at him with a smirk.

“You’re staring at me with dominance aren’t you?” She asked and for one second she unleashed the dirtiest thoughts in his mind, he didn’t know he was capable of such things, but Lola was unlocking things inside him. Only her…

He responded by reaching out and wrapping his arm around her waist, and recoiling her to his broad chest. Lola shivered slightly.

“Ready to submit to me?” He asked her and she looked at him while he waited for an answer and nodded.

“Yes.” She answered and Bob smiled wickedly before kissing her and his hands ran up skirt to her rear and squeezed. He pulled back leaving her to stare at him in confusion. He smiled before speaking.

“Undress.” He commanded and she did as she was told. She removed her pink corset and dropped it to the floor and next came her skirt, then her heels.

“Leave that on.” He told her as she reached for her bra, she pulled her hands back. She waited for him to tell her what to do next. He grabbed her hips and pushed her against the nearest wall. His mouth devoured her neck while she closed her eyes and let him overpower her. His hands roamed her body and cupped her breasts through her bra. He took in each of her features, driven wild by the way she looked at him and panted. He couldn’t take it anymore and peeled off her bra and panties. She stood nude in front of him and he leaned down taking a nipple in his mouth and suckling it softly. Lola moaned softly and he pinched the other with medium force. His tongue ran over the hard nub and savored her sweet taste. He switched to the other one and when he finished, he stood tall and looked down upon her.

“Lay on the bed.”

Lola nodded and sat on it obediently. He was a couple feet from her and he observed the faint blush on her brown skin. He inched closer to the soft silk bed and stopped at the foot of it.

“I want you to touch yourself.” He whispered and she obeyed. She slowly ran a hand down her body and to her womanhood and slipped a finger inside, running it up her folds. Bob watched her intently and he was fully hard now.

“Harder.” He told her and she did. She rubbed faster, feeling his stare on her, she bit back a moan that wanted to come out.

“Harder.” He repeated and she let out her moan as her finger rubbed faster at her button. Circling her finger around the swollen flesh. Her chest rose up and down from hard breathing, and right when she was about to come, his voice made her open eyes that she had closed.

“Now stop.” She reluctantly did so and whimpered from the sudden loss of contact. He smiled modestly and walked around the bed to meet her. She was still panting and he removed his shirt, revealing a well muscled chest and arms.

“Good girl.” He told her and she bit her lip in desperation. He loved what he was doing to her and the way she obeyed him with everything he told her. Being dominant was something he could handle, especially with her.

He sat on the bed and pulled her body into his lap. Her hands wrapped around him while his hands returned to her breasts. He kneaded, pinched, and rubbed them while she moaned. He felt moisture dampening his pant leg and he smiled and his hand returned to her passage. He slipped his finger inside and pumped her slowly. Feeling her wetness coat his fingers, he groaned in her ear while she moaned back. His thumb rubbed her simultaneously and when she felt her abdominal region tighten and she panted, but he pulled his finger out and she cried out in desperation.

“Please.” She whimpered.

“Please what?” He asked her while rubbing her inner thighs.

“Please let me come.” She whispered. He smiled and kissed while rolling her over so she was underneath him. He kissed down her legs and spread them open. Her scent filling his nostrils and he breathed deeply while trying to maintain himself from get lost in her scent. He lowered his head and his tongue filled her while she trembled. His tongue expertly flicked around the button while she called out to him.

Lola’s hands tangled in the material of the bed and her hips bucked up allowing him to move in deeper. She gripped it tighter when the sensation once again returned and she cried out as she spilled herself and wave after wave shuddered through her. She panted on the bed and he didn’t give her a chance to catch herself before he was shredding the last of his clothes and thrusting into her while she screamed. Her hands tangled his hair while he pulled in and out of her, her walls welcoming him as he breathed on her neck.

His hands rested on her hips keeping her in place, thrusting faster as he went. Lola squirmed underneath him as he proceeded to increase his speed. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear while he made himself last.
They both eventually came, both of their bodies spasming and fought for breaths. Bob had once again fallen into heaven as Lola panted on the bed.

He had the urge to take her again and again, wanting her to scream his name all night. He wondered if his friend’s encounters had been this good, really good. When turned on his side, he could see faint bruises on her upper back and some on her lower. They were light purple and he wondered who had given them to her, and exactly how many men there were before him. He didn’t like the idea of someone particularly marking this girl. His lips planted small kisses on the bruises, hoping he could make them go away.

Lola smiled slightly and tiredly. She became half ashamed of the bruises that clients had sometimes left. She was forced to come here in the first place and now all she was made to do was pleasure men while they in return could do anything they liked. She didn’t complain and didn’t talk about it. It was just a session and nothing more. She was paid well, and performed well. But sometimes it wasn’t enough to make her feel whole inside. She began to take a liking to Bob, a man who wasn’t exactly forceful, but wanted to be. His eyes were a gorgeous blue and his ginger hair made her smile. He was different from every client she had, and in heart she knew she was being foolish for thinking such a thing. It was complete madness to even conceive such a thought. He was just a client, that was how it was meant to be…right?

Bob still traced over her skin with delicate strong hands, his desire to touch her still ignited in him. Feeling rather bold, and hard again, he rolled her back over and leaned back down to her special spot and running careful hands over her smooth slit while her sore legs couldn’t help but tremble. He managed to make her come a third time that night before she her eyes were fluttering with the need to sleep. He felt so good inside her, gentle and careful. He spent his last time with her giving her kisses and running his fingers softly down her arms. She relished her moments with him, when she knew tomorrow it would be back to rough touching and different clients, and the harsh treatment of her superior. But when he whispered in her ear, she would pretend that things were fine…for just one moment…