The Dignified Prostitute

Amadeus reached down and scratched the itch, navigating around his massive morning erection. He sniffed in the morning and sat up from the hotel bed. It had been a week, a week today, since his last client had passed out from exhaustion. Saving up was the worst and best part of his filthy job.

He stooped over, aiming his wood so that most of the piss would get in the bowl. He ran a hand through his very short brown hair and fought the urge to rub one out. An old girlfriend would be by tonight, and he grinned knowing that tonight’s pussy wouldn’t be a part of an undersexed, overweight housewife.

Tonight, he would leave the lights on.

Smiling wide at that thought, and his morning wood failing to go away, he put on some trousers and checked the time. The sun was barely up on the brisk October morning, but he didn’t care. Amadeus slipped into his clothes and a light Navy hoodie, then headed out.

He took his morning jog seriously, forging a winding route through a park and the downtown district. He saw plenty of alluring young ladies, and even gave a playful wink or five, but kept his pace.

He returned from his five-mile route in time for the cruddy hotel breakfast, complemented by a protein shake from home. He scarfed down his biscuits and gravy and took a shower. After a quick trip to the weight room, he packed his things and checked out.

Today was a burner day, nothing to do until tonight. Amadeus talked with some friends on the phone, strolled through the park, meandered through the mall, taking a cab on his pimp’s money the whole time. He might feel bad, if Twilight wasn’t on the royal payroll. He smiled and sipped a latte, which was just milk and coffee. Two underage girls gave him a wave and a wink and strutted past, flaunting their fast metabolisms and tight asses. He let himself stare, knowing his balls would have a relief later.

The day passed painfully slowly, so he bought some more rubbers, some nice cd’s, a bottle of champagne, a smaller bottle of vodka, and another latte. That stuff was damn good. Night finally came, and finally, Amadeus went to the new, nicer hotel. He checked in, paid with a check, and got his suite. He changed and set up the room with the jazz cd he picked out, and set out for the nearby four star restaurant.

During the short cab ride, Amadeus checked his picture of Jackie one more time. A cute girl, three years younger than him and petite. Her chest was small, he remembered, just like he loved them.

“Remember:” the text from Twilight read. She used a damn colon, like pimping required proper format. “she wants a little slap and tickle, but no rough stuff. Choking, etc. is likely excessive. Fuzzy handcuffs and spanking, however, is strongly encouraged. Feel free to show me what you learned Sunday night, love. ;)”

Amadeus smirked, remembering the repeat performances. He loved them much more than the firsts, usually, even if he only got a few days to build up the reservoir.

“That’ll be seventeen sixty, sir,” the pedantic cabbie called back, pointing needlessly at the bright red LCD meter. Amadeus handed the likely nice guy his business credit card and took off after a genuine farewell. He waved the gent off and headed for the door. He stopped to pat off some cat hair from his dark pants. Who or where it came from remained a mystery to him.

The bright sign lit up the lot in front of the restaurant's door. The Smoking Salmon was one of the classiest places in town, and also the priciest. Twilight usually insisted on more casual venues, relying wholly upon Amadeus’ charm and a decent short order cook. Tonight, however, experienced and educated chefs would serve an expensive three course meal. His tummy grumbled before he even got to the door, which was held for him by an older gent.

“Good evening, sir,” the maitre d's said in his effeminate way. “Welcome to the Smoking Salmon, do you have reservations?”

“Yes,” Amadeus said to him, wishing he could ignore the quick appraising glance. “Amadeus, table for two. Next to the tank, if you please.”

“Hmm... yes, table for two by the shark tank.” The smaller man looked up from the possibly non-existent list. “Very well sir, I believe your date has already arrived. Cute little lady, lucky as they come as well.”

Already? “Luck is relative, friend.” That remark shot him down gently, it seemed. The kind fellow gave him over to an older gentleman dressed equally akin to a flightless antarctic bird.

The fancy foyer gave entry into the lavish dining room. A large cylindrical aquatic tank housed various saltwater fish and crustaceans. The kings of the watery jungle, however, were the pair of hammerhead sharks. The duo flew gently through the tall aquarium, circling around and around, drawing the gaze of every person. The modern and high-contrast decor was lively, drawing most of it’s color from the bright blue lamps in the aquarium. Amadeus had to double time to catch up with the busy host.

The blue really showed on Jackie’s face, her bright red hair turned a beautiful magenta in the electric glow. When Amadeus saw her, his cheap lusts turned his depraved thoughts into intense longing. He nearly ran past the waiter to the table, but Amadeus controlled his urges. Like always, his caged libido would be let out soon enough.

“Your table, sir.”

“Thanks,” Amadeus said softly, denying him the easy tip. His treat would have to be earned by a veteran of fine dining.

“Hey,” Jackie said in her little voice.

Don’t be intimidated, Amadeus thought, wishing to say it out loud. Yet. Wait until you get the zipper down, at least, then you can cower. “Hey, Jackie.”

She blushed lightly, the bright blue on her reddened face making a nice violet. Her light skin was really nice, when considered. It looked so soft and touchable in the blue glow.

“Amadeus, am I right?” Jackie asked with a cute little rasp in her voice. When she brushed her red hair behind her head, Amadeus noticed that it was not quite kept up to the finer standards he had gotten used to seeing at places like the Salmon. But, the off-center ponytail and layering of her hair did a fantastic job of making her look spunky, young, down for anything and having enough energy to do it all night long. He grinned and felt his manliness yearn to escape out all over her.

“Yeah, great to meet you,” Amadeus said as he took his seat at the booth. The white leather seats and black table had the opposite color scheme at the next booth. “Fantastic to finally talk in person, not just flirting over the internet. I could be some creepy guy, you know.”

“Hm... the time stamps implied otherwise," Jackie replied playfully. "Anyway, the feeling's very mutual. So, Amadeus,” she said with a gentle bite on her lower lip. “Tell me a little about yourself. Oh, after we order, though, please? I’m starving over here.”

She looked at the menu to hide her face, that much was obvious. “Me too,” he said nonchalantly to humor her. Amadeus could hear his stomach over the gentle swing band. The group, perched on a small stage to his right, were composed of just a kit, a piano, a stand up bass, two saxophones of varying size, a trumpet, and a trombone on it’s stand next to the trumpet player. Amadeus, knowing that the baked ravioli would be delicious, looked at the band as they quietly jammed on. The solo trumpet player really inspired him tonight. The soft, waning tone fit the place perfectly. He sympathised with the horny poet within himself, even clapping softly as they finished their song. Only three other diners joined in the golf-clap applause.

“Oh,” Jackie said with a small startle. “I barely noticed that they had stopped.”

“It sure was a quiet ending,” Amadeus said with causality. “But, I can’t get over how great these guys are, for just playing here. I wonder if this place really needs a little band, you’d think a house pianist would be enough.” Jackie stifles a tiny snicker, barely noticeable.

You roll your eyes and let it slide.

“S-so, Amadeus,” Jackie says, leaning forward on the sturdy table. Amadeus lets images of his hands ripping off Jackie’s little blue dress off and mounting her on the table run through his mind, her sensual lips adding to the innocent daydream. “Decide on anything?”

“We’ll start out with the baked and toasted ravioli, then move on to the main course. I liked the alfredo and alaskan king linguini, or we could go with a fillet mignon, or just a prime, if you’re into the whole rancher thing. Desert, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

“Oh, filet mignon, no doubt,” Jackie said in her cute tone. She sat up and stretched lightly, showing off how tall she really was. Amadeus was surprised, and happy, to think that he could finally kiss a beautiful woman without having to bend his neck down.

Amadeus set hit menu aside and sipped some water. “Fantastic,” he said, catching her bright blue-green eyes. With the glow from the fish tank, her eyes nearly looked like teal orbs in her face. He smiled, caught in her womanly beauty. “I love a woman that knows what she wants.”

“Likewise,” Jackie says with a little wink.

“Into women then, Jackie?”

The conversation turned deeper and deeper at every topic. Long after the appetizer’s gone, and it’s gone quickly, Amadeus learned more about the adorable red head than he would have ever guessed. Amadeus shared tales of girlfriends past, finding that Jackie’s ex’s have more twats than dicks. He’s torn on what to think: will she be inexperienced with a man’s tool? Or will she be relieved to have a strong, well hung member to play with? Amadeus smiled and assumed the latter, always looking right into the vixen’s teal eyes. Her blush has deepened enough to become a nice purple in the light. Unfortunately, his cock hadn’t taken enough blood out of his face to stop it from feeling hot.

Jackie sat back as the pair waited for the tenderloins and touched his leg with her foot. She licked her lips and traced Amadeus spread thigh, gently pressing into his leg with her bare toes. Amadeus was tempted to reach under and grab it and give her a little foot rub. He just leaned back and watched her smile as she touched his hardness through his dress pants. Luckily, the sausage was aimed down the pant leg, and even if the angle was uncomfortable, her touch was more than welcome.

“Oh, you’re hung like a horse, aren’t you, Amadeus?” Jackie thought out loud as much as asked.

Amadeus tilted his head and sipped his bourbon and coke. He lifted his arm and relaxed, slouching so Jackie could play with his tool a little easier. “Mmm, so, Jackie. Why don’t you tell me a little about your... preferences? When your with a big strong man and you’ve got him all to yourself, what do you like to do? And in what positions?”

“I’m not too picky-”

“Pretend you are,” he interrupted, eager to steer the conversation in a more concise direction. “Say anything, anything at all. A little role play, maybe some... rougher play?”

Jackie blushed and wrapped her feet around Amadeus’ leg and lifted it up, pulling him by the calf until he stopped her with his shoe on the seat below her. He kicked his size twelve wing tip off and placed his heel right on Jackie’s warm twat, feeling her wetness through her panites alone, his foot sliding up her light blue dress.

“Patience, Jackie,” Amadeus nearly whispered in the hush between songs, noting her elated expression. “Now, you were just about to tell me what you love to do in bed... or in the bathroom, or on a table, in front of everyone.”

“N-no! Haha, no way, Amadeus. Well, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d love nothing more than to mount that cock right now, but let’s get dinner first, alright?”

“Sounds great to me, love. So... what are you into?”

“Uh,” Jackie hesitates, twirling her lovely hair around some. “I suppose... I actually, um, got some fetish handcuffs for tonight. And some special outfits. I, I just want you to rail me while I’m tied, but not much more rough stuff. But you do need to slap my ass. Like, hard. Hard, hard. Make me scream, really wail, screaming. Make me so hot and wet you’ll just fucking love it, hard.” Amadeus let Jackie roll her hips some while his foot teased her through her panties. He could see a table or two look over, but he pretended to ignore them.

Amadeus pushed back, causing Jackie to moan and stop with the movements. “You’ve sure captivated your audience, Jackie,” Amadeus whispered, leaning in close and slipping his dampened sock into his dress shoe.

As Jackie fixed her dress and giggled, regaining her composure, the meal finally arrived. In near silence, the couple tore into their beef cuts with at least a little dignity. The fillet was seared to perfection, hearty juices overflowing from the hot pink center of the meat. The bacon wrapped around wasn’t the thin pan fry slices synonymous with breakfast. It was thick and lean, seasoned and delicious beyond description. Amadeus wanted another helping as he mopped up the juice with some potatoes. The sides, however, managed to nearly fill him to the brim.

Nearly.

After a quick break and some digestion, two beautiful dishes of creme brulee found their way to the table. Amadeus watched Jackie break the top layer of whatever it was and try a spoonful of the yellow custard stuff underneath. He sighed softly as her face lit up with delight. Was... was he really thinking about the morning after?

Amadeus smiled and laughed at himself. He stole some of Jackie’s desert and thought of Twilight as he savored the sweet creme dessert. Jackie fought and got a spoonful of his, so they swapped some more. He offered a spoon and she took it, grabbing his hand and moaning softly, licking the spoon clean and looking into his eyes. They really were teal, he could now see in the shadow of her long bangs. He instantly found himself in deep need of her, her gaze, her body, her natural scent, her pussy, her laugh, her mouth, her tongue, and her voice.

Amadeus took a spoon of her desert and looked in her eyes deeply. “Jackie,” he said quietly, playing with her little bracelet. “Let’s get out of here and to the suite, shall we?”

Jackie could only nod.

He let her go and found himself again, pushing his lusts down for now. His erection raged on in his black pants, but he had to ignore it and be the cool, calm guide he was paid too well to be. He took a breath and a swill of bourbon and coke, mostly ice water now. Amadeus waved at the cashier. He made a check mark in the air and the waiter stopped in his tracks, nodded, and continued on his other task in the opposite direction.

“S-so...” Jackie began. “What, uh, what do I owe for dinner?”

“Just a night with you, my dear,” he said plainly. “Just a night where we can fuck all night long.” Jackie squirmed in her spot, making Amadeus jealous of that leather seat.

“I... oh my god, Amadeus, you have no idea how wet I am right now.”

Amadeus helped Jackie out of her surprisingly damp spot and left a hundred on the table, the desert only half finished.He hoped the ritzy place only costed a hundred.

The cabbie complained when the pair couldn’t keep their hands or tongues to themselves, but it was a short drive. Amadeus left a considerable tip on the credit card receipt as a condolence. He also wrote an apology about the dampness of the back seat.

In the lobby, Amadeus walked behind Jackie to hide the wet stains on her dress. The elevator ride was painfully slow and occupied by an older lady, but she got off four floors before the two. Amadeus’ adrenalin was on full, and how he didn’t punch the stop button and rip Jackie’s clothes off right there was a mystery. She did, however, let him take the bra off, getting a quick feel of her bare breasts. Jackie stuffed her bra away and fixed her dress as they nearly ran to his door. The suite was nearby, thankfully. He slid his card in the slit and felt his mouth water at the thought of sliding his fingers over Jackie’s.

Inside, there wasn’t a second to react. Amadeus’ jacket was off an instant before the door slammed closed, his pants the next. Jackie set her purse down on a flat surface in the darkness as Amadeus unzipped her gown and kissed her neck, feeling her small breasts from behind. Jackie stifled some moans as she pulled out some fabrics and cuffs and things.

Amadeus let her go and flipped on the light, revealing the well furnished room. Jackie stood up straight, some skimpy outfits hanging from her hands. She walked into the room, then ran and jumped onto the bed. Amadeus kicked off his shoes and nearly ripped off his expensive shirt, then sprinted to the bed. He lept and tackled her, kissing her soft lips and tasting her tongue and slipping his hands all over. Eventually, they slowed down enough to take her dress off.

Jackie kicked her heels off and landed palm-first on on his chest. Amadeus let her explore his strong body, gladly letting her straddle him as he adjusted some plush pillows. He held Jackie’s long, slender body by the sides and felt her knees rise up along his sides. She sits back on his lap, gently grinding her great, round ass into his groin.

“Alright,” Amadeus says softly, looking over Jackie’s great, slim form. “How do you want to do this? Change into your stuff now? Warm up some? You name it!”

A little squeal of delight escaped Jackie’s cute lips when her boy toy rubbed his tool along her wet twat. “No no,” she says, getting up. “You’re the boss man tonight, mister boss man. It’s you, and you get to fuck me, any way you want. Just chain me up and throw away the key!”

Amadeus immediately pulled her face down and gave her a full, wet kiss with plenty of tongue. He couldn’t help but groan as her round little tits pressed into his chest. He slipped his hands around her nice, round butt and gripped tight, making Jackie moan even louder. Amadeus could feel the heat of her womanhood long before he felt the wetness, and he felt that before he touched the soft, soaked satin.

Four fingers pulled at the cloth, a strong forearm pushing Jackie up a little on his body, as another two found her hot slit. Amadeus’ mouth watered in spite of his full belly. Jackie really moaned, but this position just wouldn’t do. Amadeus slid them off and tasted some of the wet on his fingers, suddenly starving for her sweet pussy.

“Get off and get your cuffs,” Amadeus said with a visceral little pinch on Jackie’s clit. He couldn’t tell if her short scream was in pain or pleasure. Part of him wanted to never find out.

“O-okay,” Jackie said, nearly panting. She got up and walked towards the door where she had dropped her things. Amadeus dropped his trousers as Jackie bent over to grab her cuffs and looked like a skirt, a little button up blouse, and some panty hose. The white walls and red carpet accentuated Jackie’s light skin and fiery hair that much more. Her pink slit stood out between her wet legs when she bends over again to pick up something else. Amadeus leaned against the wall and just pictured her like that, bent over a barrel, her tight little ass getting railed. She’d be panting and sweating and begging for more, begging to cum, begging for cum, wanting it harder and rougher. He loved harder and rougher.

“Oh my god!” Jackie nearly cried out as she turned around, dropping two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs. She gulped hard and kneeled down to get her cuffs. “I, I knew it was going to be big, but this is fucking crazy.”

“Oh, this guy?” Amadeus said with a chuckle, standing up from the wall. “Must like the view. Come here, I wanna introduce you too.”

Jackie smiled and obliged. “What’s this, now?” Amadeus asked as Jackie strutted over, showing off her little plaid skirt.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” she whispered, getting close to him. “Just, go with it, I promise you’ll love it.”

Amadeus lifted Jackie’s slender leg and kissed her deeply, but briefly. She broke away, blushing as his member lightly traced her stomach. “Lemme change, then we’ll get started.”

“Do I have to wear anything?” Amadeus asked as Jackie skipped away.

The redhead peeked her head out from behind a little dressing blinder. “Not a-maybe a rubber!” Jackie called out, disappearing behind the standalone curtain. Amadeus cursed under his breath and grabbed his special bag. Twilight used to call it his fuck purse, but that stopped after the first night after he had serviced a mother particularly fond of bondage.

Amadeus tore open an extra large ribbed condom and rolled it on with practiced speed. Jackie came out from behind the blind a moment later, wearing dark pantyhose and her heels from earlier, the ones that made her butt pop. On her slender waist was that dark purple miniskirt, the plaid stripe barely more than a generous, skin-tight cotton belt. She also wore her hair up, a little black tie around her neck, untied, and a white blouse. That was skin-tight, too.

“Oh Amadeus, please forgive me,” Jackie said in her little voice. She lifted the pink fuzzy handcuffs up on a dainty finger and cocked her hips, the first finger on her other hand in her mouth. “I’ve been so bad, but I can’t help it: it feels soooooo good. Come, Amadeus,” she said softly, striding over with slow steps. Amadeus felt his dick throb several times at her voice, he wanted to muffle it with his member badly. “I can’t stand not being punished, though. I just need to feel the wrath of justice, Amadeus.”

Amadeus grabbed her by the waist and instantly slipped his hand under the soft skirt. He grabbed her ass hard and caught her as she fell into his kiss. He felt her tongue against his as she sucked it into his mouth forcefully. Amadeus moaned softly and felt her womanhood with his bare thigh, hers lifted and wrapped around his body again. He pushed forward and rubbed his cock unashamed against her soft blouse, somehow missing the plastic buttons. This cheap outfit he was feeling on his rod was too soft to be fetishwear or a halloween costume, it must have been a stylish garment. He grunted and pushed again, bucking Jackie off of him.

“For what you’ve done,” Amadeus said in a dark, yet playfully aroused tone. “The consequences will be harsh. Bend over, Jackie.”

He grinned as she obeyed, lifting her fantastic ass in the air. She wa not wearing her cute satin panties, Amadeus noticed.

“I’m sorry, Jackie. But, you signed your own check tonight.” With that, Amadeus slapped her ass, relishing the thick moan that Jackie let out. He hit her again with an open palm, watching her tight ass bounce after his flat palm left it’s mark. He grabbed her little toy skirt and pulled it down around her knees, trying to think up some way to restrain her with it. He could use her tie, but that could wait.

Amadeus spanked Jackie hard, switching sides, watching her cheeks redden and her pussy gush. He stopped several times to spread her cheeks and lick her young, shaved slit. He stuck his finger in a few times, too, just to test the waters. They were boiling hot, and he gave in to licking her some more. Smacking Jackie’s ass, however, brought about the evil, bestial lust he found himself feeding more and more.

“Ah!” Jackie cried out for the hundredth time. “S-TOW! Stop, Amadeus! Too much!”

Amadeus caught his wet hand as it was flying to her red ass cheek. He felt her up some as she panted and moaned and whimpered softly. Her reddened skin was soft and hot to the touch.

“You’re not done yet, slut,” he whispered in her ear, his cock resting between her red butt. “You’ve been so bad, I’m going to have to tie you up and show you what it’s like for little whores like you on the other side. You’re my bitch tonight, and I’m going to fuck you like a bitch.” Amadeus rubbed his shaft all up and down her wet skin, squeezing her round ass with his knees. “You’re going to scream and beg and whine, but you’re getting nailed tonight whether you like it or not.”

With that, he bit her ear and devoured her small scream. “Safeword’s pony,” he whispered with a little kiss.

Jackie looked over her shoulder as he got up. Amadeus just pulled her ass up and nearly threw her on the bed. He snatched up the little black necktie and restrained her hands with a trusted knot. Jackie was more or less forced to put her head down and her ass up, stretching her arms out in front of her, her wrists tied tight together.

Amadeus dragged a heavy hand down Jackie’s deliciously curved back and stood up on one knee. He pushed his rod up and down the great curve of her ass for a bit, teasing her as much as himself. He couldn’t take it for one more second. Amadeus grabbed her hips and pushed his head into Jackie’s picturesque little twat, admiring the way it stretched to accept him.

He groaned as he got past the labia and pushed deep inside. Jackie moaned as well, and a wet little noise escaped her pussy. Amadeus pulled back, feeling Jackie’s tight little pussy pull softly at his girth. He couldn’t take it, so he just pushed it back in. It was so soft and wet inside, so hot too, that he barely needed any force to slide around. But her tightness, that made it so mind numbing: the absolute perfect mixture of tightness and friction.

Jackie began to pant harder and harder as Amadeus fucked her faster and faster. His waist began to slap into Jackie’s, that little wet sound could still be heard beneath the moaning and the panting and the slapping. Amadeus hadn’t felt a cunt so nice in days, since he could go raw with his pimp. Amadeus was tempted to take off the protection as part of the “punishment”, but his first climax was already on the way.

Amadeus pulled out and penetrated again, feeling Jackie’s tightness and listening for that wet sound, he loved the way her hot cunt made him slip back and forth so easily. Such pleasure was his favorite by far. He stooped over some to watch his cock slide in and out, intently observing as it spread Jackie open wide. Her ass was so hot against his waist, Amadeus put some weight on it as he kept up his pace.

In just a few short minutes, Amadeus felt his first huge load about to rocket out of him. He didn’t bother with a warning, but instead just listened to Jackie’s moaning. Her soaked cunt sloshed around his hot, long dick as it hilted deep in her over and over again. Amadeus felt her ribbed walls tighten around him somehow, unbelievably tighter around his thick shaft. Jackie pulled at his tool with every back stroke, and warmed and squeezed him with every full push inside. Amadeus stood ram-rod straight as his straight rod rammed harder into Jackie’s able frame. Unlike Twilight, she actually looked like she could take a fucking dick, but still had the petite cuteness.

As he thought about her, Amadeus came. His shoulders shook as his core was rocked with intense pleasure. Amadeus’ member throbbed hard a few times, then he tried to stall the flood with sheer will. Not surprisingly, the effort only prolonged his explosion for a few seconds. The slight delay, however, gave him more control. He pushed with every long, mind-numbing shot. His load filled the rubber in Jackie one amazing spurt at a time. At least ten, he counted. The last dribbles were impossible to notice in comparison to the painfully huge bolts he launched earlier.

Blackness clawed at Amadeus’ vision, sapping his energy. He felt spent, dehydrated. He blinked, but his eyes opened with only the greatest effort. He blinked again, his eyes hot and dry, and felt himself suddenly cooler, air rushing over his sweaty skin. Then, he felt the air leave him in a rush, a soft wall pushing his toned back into his lungs, squeezing out his breath like air rushing out of a balloon.

Amadeus felt himself smiling as water splashed on his face, some of the delicious liquid falling between his lips. He opened wide and sat up, his vision suddenly full again. Jackie lunged backwards, falling on her ass to avoid bumping skulls. Amadeus noticed her hands were still tied; she had gotten up and filled a plastic-lined cup while she was still bound.

“T-thanks,” Amadeus said with a dry throat. He leaned forward and pulled the knot undone, chuckling with Jackie. He just wanted to lay his head in her lap and sleep for a hundred hours, he was so spent.

“You okay, big boy?” Jackie asked softly, kneeling next to Amadeus and rubbing her wrists.

He nodded and touched her soft, slightly damp leg. He moved his head to her knees and looked up, groaning as he smiled up at her. Jackie’s nice pink twat was slightly redder and less than pristine. He left his mark, that’s for damn sure.

“Need some water?” she asked with a soft chuckle.

Amadeus sat up, the weakness leaving his body bit by bit. “Ah, yeah I do. Let’s take five and get right back in bed,” Amadeus said, pretending like he could see as he stood up. “I’m not done with you, not by a long shot.”

The black faded to reveal Jackie kneeling in front of him, catching him looking in the wrong direction. “Hm, likewise, tiger.”

Amadeus tousled Jackie’s pretty, messy hair and walked to the full bathroom, stocked with all the necessities and luxuries of sanitation. He removed the condom, surprised and impressed by the load he was about to throw away. In a way, he hated doing it. But what else was there to do?

Amadeus chuckled and washed his hands, got plenty of water to drink, and headed back to the bedroom. He found jackie curled up under the messy covers, reading a small book. Amadeus got out another rubber and looked her over, the black sheets cushioning her slender, long body. Amadeus knew her soft skin would be hot under the covers, and he felt himself stiffening already.

“Really?” he asked just before jumping onto the bed behind her. Amadeus slipped under the covers and wrapped his arms around Jackie, making her giggle and push her ass up into his crotch.

Amadeus kissed her neck and held her nice breasts, small as they were for her stature. Moans escaped Jackie’s smiling face as his hands ventured south to her warm slit.

“Oh my god, Amadeus,” Jackie said softly as his finger slipped inside the tight, hot hole. “Ah, I already came twice, fucking hard, too. Mmm, yeah, right there, you know how to make me so fucking wet.” His cock raged, still unwrapped and so close to her twat. He thrusted and rubbed the long, throbbing girth on her lower back. He couldn’t take it anymore. Jackie’s hot skin was so good, but he needed her wet twat, and he needed it raw.

“Jackie,” he whispered, continuing with his finger slowly. “You’re clean, right?”

She only needed to nod. “You?”

“Tested, clean as a virgin.” Amadeus pinched Jackie’s soaked clit hard, making her jump. He used her movement to roll her over and pin her down. He could easily take her by force, but he knew it would hardly be a fight.

“You want it raw, baby?” he barely whispered, his own voice deafening in the near silence. Amadeus’ cock throbbed as Jackie moaned lightly, her outer labia coating the tip of his cock with her hot juices.

Amadeus pulled the blankets up around his shoulders and laid down on his date. He kissed her deeply and let his tip slide down, pushing against her entrance, but slipping over it. They made out for a few minutes, slowly and passionately dancing with tongues. Finally, Jackie pushed his face back.

“Cuff me, then fuck me raw, tiger. I need that big dick ramming into me. Leave the covers on, too, I love it hot and sweaty.”

Amadeus followed her nod to the nightstand and snatched up the two pairs of fetish handcuffs. He forced her wrists closer to the bedposts, using symmetrical bars of the headboard to restrain her. Jackie fought, but with a smile. Amadeus loved her scrappiness. He bit her ear as he laid back down on her. Jackie just whimpered in pleasure and wrapped her legs around him. Amadeus wasted no time in penetrating.

Jackie’s petals parted for the pink head easily, but her pussy was still unbelievably tight. Amadeus broke through, though, and was immediately sucked all the way in. This time, he felt her cervix, but he still managed to go one-hundred percent inside. Jackie’s hot, wet pussy was hugging him bareback, her heat and wetness coating his skin directly. Amadeus groaned as he fucked her, finding a hard pace right off the bat. The bed squeaked as his powerful body rammed a long, thick cock home in raging thrusts. Jackie moaned out loud, accented by hard cries of pleasure. When his prick filled her up hard, she nearly shouted out. Amadeus was tempted to gag her, but he reasoned that he loved her voice more.

In what seemed like no time, his hips were tired and his core muscles felt watery as he neared his next orgasm. Amadeus panted and looked up. He never came this quickly, not even with his girlfriend. Sucking air now, Amadeus focussed on fucking his client, loving every second that his cock was pulled on as he pulled out, needing the hot pressure that invited him when he pushed in. He lowered his head and kissed her neck, biting and sucking gently as his nostrils flared, his back and core needing all the oxygen they could get. Amadeus licked up the light sweat on Jackie’s neck. He felt her heels dig into his butt harder and harder, making thrusting a tougher task.

“J-Jackie...” he moaned. Amadeus could feel her shaking, hear her whimpering, smell her intense scent. The blankets on him had long since been bucked off, but he was sweating regardless. Jackie lapped up the perspiration from his neck and tensed up madly, no doubt in another mind-blowing orgasm. He fought her and fought her, Jackie’s orgasm gave her insane strength. The little shaking made her pussy move around his pulsing rod, the hot, wet friction stroked and warmed his throbbing cock further. Amadeus grunted and pulled out with all his might, Jackie’s tight entrance pulling his head tightly, pushing him over the edge.

Amadeus focussed on putting off the inevitable for just a second as he ran his length along Jackie’s hard little clit. She cried out throatily and gushed on the base of his tool, spattering his sack as another volley of cum shot out. Amadeus lifted his torso and used his hand to press his tool down into Jackie’s soft stomach. He came hard again, filling her belly button with another big load. Jackie was touching herself, too, gushing away as they both climaxed.

Jackie’s ejaculation lasted longer, and Amadeus gladly sat back, spent again, to recieve his girlcum bath. God, she never fucking stopped squirting. Amadeus put a finger in after a little while to keep her up. It worked wonders, it seemed. As Amadeus’ big finger rubbed and pushed into her g-spot, Jackie screamed and squirted another spurt hard, splattering the clearish fluid all over Amadeus’ torso.

“Ah, oh my god! Oh I can’t stop!” Jackie shouted, her spurts not dying down yet. Amadeus felt some drops hit his face and lips, so he licked them up, wondering why he had not gotten a helping earlier. He opened wide and got down, catching some more in his mouth. Unfortunately, Jackie’s little laughing moans died down while her cunt calmed down. Amadeus licked her clit and sucked the girlcum off her slender fingers, all of them, and licked her pussy until his tongue was too tired.

Despite being freshly fired, his cock was already rigid from the kinky shower and the helping of Jackie’s fluids. He mounted her right away, waiting for the safe word.

“N-no,” Jackie whispered, looking down at the diluted cum on her stomach.

“I’m rock hard again, Jackie, come on!” Amadeus wanted to shout out and force it in the tied up slut.

“N-... undo the cuffs, let me g-get some rest,” she moaned out softly. Amadeus hopped up and jogged to the sink, grabbed a cup and filled it with cold water. He straddled her chest and held the lip to her lips, nearly forcing the water down. Jackie sipped, then gulped it down.

“Ah, an-guh,” Jackie said, shaking her barely damp bangs around. “Ah... another.”

Amadeus refreshed himself, then helped Jackie again. He undid her cuffs as they rested, kissing, Jackie confessing that she loved the taste of her own cum. She even tried some of Amadeus’. He hoped she liked it, even if it didn’t matter.

Jackie eyed the room some, and Amadeus asked her what she was looking for.

“Uh,” she began to answer. “I, I’m not sure.”

Amadeus laid Jackie on her back again, his wet dick stiff as a tree trunk. He grinned as Jackie giggled, rubbing her sticky body all over. Amadeus bent his neck down and kissed her deeply, playing with her breasts. He pulled the lost blankets over the two of them and laid on his side, his leg lifting up between Jackie’s to feel her hotness again. Even after squirting like a fire hose, Jackie was still boiling hot and wet as the ocean. Amadeus reached down and played with her while she gently touched him.

He stopped and laid back as Jackie moved under the covers. He sighed and laid his head back as her hot breath swirled around his stiff member. Amadeus stretched his arms and felt tired as Jackie’s lips began to go up and down on his shaft.

Amadeus was jolted from his light dozing when Jackie’s knee bounced off his head.

“Sorry!” softly came from under the sheets. Amadeus laughed to himself and wrapped his arms around Jackie’s ass. No rest for the horny, it seemed. The strong scent of her wet pussy drove the fatigue away quickly as Amadeus pressed his tongue flat against Jackie’s clit. He wrapped his hand around her nice, round posterior and dipped in two fingers into her puffy red slit, feeling the suction of the redhead’s mouth on his cock. A soft groan left his lips as he kissed her labia, sucking and nibbling on her lower lips.

Jackie wasn’t a very talented cock sucker, but she sure was willing. Amadeus could hear her gag and moan and slurp away, using her hand as much as her head. He, however, was a veteran of cunnulingus. He used his tongue to pull back the little hood of Jackie’s clit and slide underneath with a natural motion that made her shake with pleasure. Soon, Amadeus had to take frequent breaks to avoid drowning. Amadeus sucked on her little clit, savoring the flavor, and fucked her with three fingers. It didn’t take long to get Jackie to stop with her mouth.

“Ah,” she moaned , throwing the blanket away. “S-stop, let’s fuck already.”

“Music to my ears, Jackie baby. Which way, love?” Amadeus tasted his filthy fingers, his libido hungry for more.

“I don’t care,” she said as she gots up. “Just, slap the cuffs on me and fuck me hard, god I need it rough again, I... I don’t even know how I’m alive after last time.”

“Just relax and let me work my stuff, alright?” Amadeus moved behind Jackie and rubbed her shoulders gently. He kissed her ear and whispered to her: “Because when I’m done, you won’t walk right for weeks.”

Amadeus caught Jackie as she melted into his arms, his hands going right for her sex. He spread her lips and felt the hot pink hidden underneath, stroking and massaging her there for a few seconds. Jackie, now approximately the consistency of melted butter, reached up behind her head and entangled her fingers in Amadeus’ short brown hair.

Before he got too settled in, Amadeus stood, nearly dragging Jackie with him, and stood her up. He took the handcuffs from earlier and restrained Jackie’s hands behind her back before she could object. After quickly rolling on another rubber, Amadeus pushed her to the wall and spread her legs with his, then situated himself so that he could fuck her hard from behind. Amadeus took her hips and pulled his cock to her little asshole.

“Oh my fucking god, Amadeus,” Jackie said, his red-wrapped tip prodding her back door. “You’re a fucking mind read-ER!”

Amadeus pulled back, feeling her tight asshole squeeze his dick even as the head popped back out. He pushed again, penetrating with a little pop. Jackie moaned out in sudden pleasure, mashing her face against the smooth wall. Amadeus rocked back and forth, the ribbed condom slipping deeper and deeper inside Jackie. He felt her tight ass around him, tighter and hotter than her pussy. Amadeus grinned wide when he imagined the look on Twilight’s face when she learned what happened tonight.

“God, dammit!” Jackie cried out in pleasure, moving her hips with him. She moaned out and rode his cock as Amadeus pumped her from behind. Her tight little rim now squeezed at the moving base of Amadeus’ thick shaft, more and more moving through faster and faster. Amadeus grabbed Jackie’s hips in both hands and thrusted hard, listening to the slap of soft, round ass on his hips. He found himself winded long before usual, his dick throbbing like crazy inside Jackie’s unbelievably tight asshole.

After a bit, Amadeus gave in and bent Jackie over, then sat on the bed. She gladly sat on his dick, easing herself down onto the rod bit by bit. Amadeus gritted his teeth through the pleasure, Jackie’s painfully tight anus squeezing his entire tool as she sank down onto it. Amadeus put a hand on her back and the other on her waist as Jackie began riding at her own pace. Amadeus found her rhythm and added to it, thrusting his hips hard and making the flesh slap all over again.

Sweat poured down Jackie’s delicious back in beads, making her skin shine in the white light. Jackie moaned louder and louder as the thick cock pumped her harder and faster. Amadeus watched her tight ass rise and fall, rolling back and forth as she grinded on it. Jackie was forced to bend over some, because of her restraints. Amadeus used the leverage to fill her up with every thrust, hilting audibly. As every inch of his long rod sank into Jackie, Amadeus could feel her panting and moaning. He was sucking air at this point as well, that watery feeling coming back to his core muscles.

“G-gah...” Jackie’s rhythm faltered as Amadeus took over a little bit, ramming up into her tight asshole. He lifted her off, his dick twitching like crazy at the sensation of her ass closing around the tip. He caught her before she hit the carpet, but Amadeus didn’t set her down too gently.

“You’re going to love this,” he said cruelly. Amadeus got on his knees behind her, loving the way her face looked up at him with a slack jaw. Jackie’s mouth was ajar, panting hard. Amadeus turned his eyes to her slit. The outer lips were really puffy, reddened and dripping with her juices. He got up, regrettingly, and grabbed the little vibrator he kept for just such an occasion.

Amadeus slipped in the little egg backwards, the cord wrapping around the small purple vibrator. He pushed the slider three-quarters of the way on and grabbed his tool as Jackie’s shoulders shook the slightest bit. Amadeus pushed the toy in deeper and deeper with his first digit, then returned his eyes to her little cherry rim. Jackie cried out in delight as his cockhead pushed in again. Amadeus thrusted in all the way, listening to the little purple egg buzz away inside Jackie’s pussy.

Amadeus resumed the pace as soon as he worked up to it, his waist smacking into Jackie’s round backside. He grunted and went harder, making the smacking into a visceral pounding. He rammed harder and harder, driving his cock into Jackie’s asshole as hard as he could. Jackie cried out with every hit, her delicate little flank getting bruised bit by bit. Unfortunately, Amadeus couldn’t ream her like this forever.

“Fuck,” Amadeus grunted out underneath the waves of shrieks and screams Jackie let out, oblivious to the other rooms of the hotel. He wasn’t long for this position. He could watch Jackie’s face grind into the carpet, her sweaty, long, curvy back move to his thrusts, her tender wrists writhe and her fingers twist as his cock filled her ass up.

Jackie was close to screaming bloody murder now. Amadeus found the remote and maxed it out, then slowed his pace a little. He rolled his hips hard into Jackie, stroking his cock with her tight asshole. Jackie’s little rim squeezed his whole length as he rammed it home time after time after time. Jackie began to bite down on the carpet, her hips shaking slightly with fatigue and pleasure. Suddenly, her knees gave out, bringing both of them to the floor. Amadeus quickly rolled Jackie onto her side. His rod had slipped out in the fall.

Amadeus yanked out the purple vibrator and stuck it up Jackie’s tight back door, drawing out and adorable moan, then rolled his condom off.

A contented sigh floated out of the couple’s mouths when Amadeus slipped his cock into Jackie’s twat from behind. He lifted her leg some as he began to thrust up into her from behind, navigating around the little insulated cord. Amadeus reached around and touched Jackie’s hard little clitoris as his long cock filled her up.

“Ah.... Amadeus,” Jackie moaned out loud. “I can’t take it, just... so good....”

“I can’t either, Jackie,” he whispered back, going back to fucking her faster and harder. Amadeus pulled out and got on his knees, then lifted Jackie’s legs up into the air. He laid her calves on either of his shoulders and stood tall, lifting her ass up high. If he were with Twilight, she’d be laying on her shoulders alone by now. Amadeus dove deep into Jackie’s hot, wet pussy again. The wet noise came back, as did her wetness. He absolutely loved the steamy wetness.

Amadeus slipped back and forth against Jackie’s tight ribbed walls. His thick cockhead pushed into Jackie with enough force to make her great tits bounce . Amadeus felt that watery feeling as Jackie looked away and stifled her screams of pleasure. He licked his fingers and pinched Jackie’s hard, drenched little clit. His tips slipped over her ultra sensitive nub so much, he knew she was loving it. Amadeus bucked harder, listening to Jackie cum once more and to her wet pussy take him over and over again.

Finally, after what seemed like months of fucking, Amadeus felt his orgasm come. He let Jackie’s legs fall, but not her ass. Jackie laid impaled on Amadeus’ huge trunk, her legs wide open, her mouth drooling in absolute bliss. Amadeus shook the sweat from his brow and railed Jackie with all he had left. He grunted and sucked air, then he began to feel the point of no return come at last.

“Fuck, Jackie,” Amadeus groaned. He closed his eyes and kept his tired hips pumping, his cock squeezed by Jackie’s tight, tight pussy. He looked down, watching his thick cock spreading her lovely womanhood, and then Amadeus ejaculated again. Waves of pleasure washed out from his core until his whole body tensed up, pulling Jackie’s midsection close as his cock erupted inside her. Amadeus gasped and came harder, his cock shot spurt after spurt of thick white seed inside Jackie’s young, tight twat. Amadeus felt a pressure he hadn’t before, pushing him out of Jackie’s cunt. He lazily let the force force him out, watching as his spunk spewed slowly from Jackie’s steamy slit.

“Oh my god, Amadeus,” Jackie moaned softly. “You made me cum, fuck... more times than I can remember. Holy fuck, you’re good.”

“There’s, ah...” Amadeus tried to say, words and thoughts failing him. “Fuck... a repeat customer.... ah... discount, Jackie.” Amadeus fell forward and hugged Jackie close, now finally spent.

“Interesting,” Jackie whispered, trailing off.

Amadeus shook his head and fought for the last bit of his energy. “Come on,” he hoarsely grunted out. “Get up, Jackie. We’re not gonna sleep on the fucking floor of a four star hotel suite.”

Amadeus found Jackie nearly comatose, but he dragged her to bed anyway. Once under the covers, and situated with a hot, sweaty, sexy, fucking gorgeous babe in his arms, Amadeus blacked out in an instant.