“Some clients get a little rough,” I shrug and look back at him.
“And you allow that?” He asks, sounding curious.
“If the pay is right.”
His hand brushes along the top of my head and before I know it, he slams my face down onto the hard, cold surface of the hood. I grunt at the impact and count to ten to stop myself from attacking him back. I need him to believe I’m nothing more than a helpless whore. But it’s fucking hard.
“Now we can really have fun.” His chuckle is dark and foreboding.
I hear his belt come undone and I stay completely still under his firm hand. I could easily get out of this and kill the fucker with my bare hands, but I’m sadistic and like my sex just as sadistic.
He releases my head and I lift it to look behind me, only to have his belt slipped over my head and around my neck. This is a little disconcerting, especially knowing he likes to strangle and kill girls.
The belt tightens and breathing becomes difficult. I feel his fingers brush my core and I can’t help as it clenches in anticipation. Greedy little bitch.
He rips my thong off and I hiss at the sting, his laugh grinding my fucking nerves.
But my pussy is wet, like I said, sadistic.
I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the belt tightens again as he lines himself up. I may die here tonight but at least my pussy will be thoroughly beaten.
I plant my hands and brace myself for what I know will be a rough fucking ride. He doesn’t let me down as he props my knee to the hood and roughly plunges inside me. My mouth falls open at the intrusion as my pussy grips his length.
“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls on the belt and slides all the way out.
When he slams back in, my hands jerk off the hood and I strain against the belt, choking for a split second until I get my hands back under me. The heightened sensation from being choked and fucked hard, has me climbing towards my release.
Just as I’m about to fucking crash over the edge I hear his voice.
“This looks interesting.”
Motherfucker. This just got interesting. Henry’s thrusts falter as his son’s voice echoes around us.
“Did it have to be on my car?” He sounds slightly amused.
The belt around my neck loosens and I greedily suck in a lung full of air.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Zander purrs out as he goes to the driver’s side door and leans against the top. “She’s not your usual.”
Henry is still inside of me and I can feel his cock twitch but he still hasn’t said anything. I give Zander a look that says what the fuck are you doing?
Henry begins to slowly pump back into me and I moan as Zander keeps his eyes on my face. It’s fucking hot because I’m between a father and son. Henry slams into me and I gasp as he tightens the belt back around my throat.
Zander reaches out and brushes the hair from my face.
“How is her cock sucking?” He asks his father.
At his words, my stomach tightens and I moan as I feel myself cresting again.
“She’s good,” Henry grunts behind me, and I can’t help but grin at Zander. His daddy thinks I suck cock well.
He sees my smug look and his eyes narrow as he begins to undo the button and zipper on his pants. Is he going to join in?
The belt tightens and Henry’s voice drifts from behind me.
“Be a good little whore and suck his dick too.”
Zander has his cock in his hand and I can’t help but wonder if the two of them have done this before. I open my mouth and run my tongue along his tip, tasting him.