A Paid Whore

It's a pretty long drive, especially with fresh cane marks on my ass.  It's a stinging kind of discomfort, more noticeable when I shift my weight than if I sit still.  Still, I'm excited to be going, and I get a thrill out of the lingering pain of the canning daddy gave me yesterday, and knowing that someone else will soon be seeing the marks- some turned to bruises, some still bright red outlines of the cane, clearly defined.  I'm proud to have them, to be marked by my daddy.  I'm perversely turned on by the idea that this man who will be paying to fuck me will see them, see how well used I am, what a good little whore I am to have earned all these marks.   I'm also excited to be going to be an actual whore again, I've missed it, and it feels good to defy the boogeyman, to not be scared off.  I know a lot of people won't get that, enjoying being a whore, but at the levels I provide it's very fulfilling, knowing you've made someone else happy, it astounds me the difference you can make just by being their fantasy, their friend, the keeper of their secrets, whatever they are looking for, for a few hours.   Being with daddy has made the sexual thrill of it kind of fade, it just doesn't compare, but it still satisfies the service oriented part of me, the need to please, to be a good girl and do a good job. 

And so, I'm feeling pretty good as I pull up, it's been a few months since I saw this guy, and he's always been a pretty big talker, so we catch up for a while.  I forewarn him about the cane marks, although I'm not worried that he'll turn me away because of them.  He knows that I'm submissive, and although he's not into giving pain he does like that about me. He likes to take me and be in control, although it's very mellow in comparison to daddy, definitely vanilla, he does fuck me pretty hard normally, which I appreciate.   I strip, bend over to show off my marks, he just gives me this look, like ‘If it works for you'.  They are not as vivid as yesterday, and I can't resist showing him the picture on my phone that daddy took right after my canning.  I was expecting anything but what I got- "wait there he says" leaving me naked on the bed.  He returns with a blind fold of all things, which I am definitely not expecting.  He hands it to me, tells me to put it on, and tells me "No talking".  Hmmmm, this is very interesting, he's prone to start random conversations in the middle of fucking me, very distracting.  I think to myself, this is definitely looking up.

So, blindfolded, I lay back.  He's moving quietly, but I can feel his weight as it shifts the bed.  I'm not tied up, but it's cool being blindfolded, and his first touch is unexpected.  It's light, teasing, also out of character for him.  True to his word, he stays quiet as he moves down my body, continuing to tease me, trailing kisses and touches everywhere, except my pussy, moving closer and then backing off.  It's maddeningly frustrating, but very exciting, and although I just want to grab his head and shove him down there, I keep my hands clasped above my head like a good little whore, and wait.  I am whimpering by this point, and twisting, trying to move myself to meet his mouth, but it's not until I ask please that he complies, taking my pussy into his mouth.  Then it's more teasing, he knows me well enough to realize when I'm getting close to cumming, backing off every time.  I try to outwit him, stay quiet and still, but it doesn't work, I suppose I don't do that good of a job.  Finally, I can't take it anymore, and I do grab his head, and cum.   He gets up, while I'm recovering, I hear him covering up, he returns and flips me over, quickly, starts fucking me.  Amazingly he still hasn't talked, not even to tell me to turn over, he just guides me with his hands.  It's a very cool feeling, like it's could be anyone fucking me, the anonymous any man, it adds to my excitement.  He fucks me hard, and although I don't cum he does a very good job, it's not his fault.  Eventually he gets tired, guides me on top of him.  It's weird, how I have no problem being on top with other people, only with daddy.  It's also weird, being blindfolded still, a little nerve-wracking in this position.   I ride him as hard as he just fucked me, not really caring if it feels good for him, just wanting to cum again, and hopefully not lose my balance in the process.  Not being able to see, I have to focus more on feeling, and it's not long before I find my rhythm, finish.  He pushes me off, gets up.  He pulls me to the edge of the bed, guides his cock into my mouth, and proceeds to fuck it.  I'm thinking this is it, usually its how our session end, but no…

This time he stops, moves away again.  I can hear enough of what he's doing to know what's coming, I can hear him plugging in the wand.  He's pretty ruthless as he uses it; he keeps it pressed hard against my clit, not letting up even as I try to twist away.  He's not as ruthless as daddy though, and as much as I am enjoying it doesn't bring on the endorphin rush, doesn't evoke the faintest hint of subspace, and after about five minutes, I'm bored, and over stimulated all at once, and beg off.    He flips me over again, puts on a new condom, lubes me up and starts to fuck me again.  I'm surprised that this time he slaps my ass, hard enough to get it nice and red.  And holy shit! It would seem like nothing, but every cane mark is still tender, and I swear I can feel each individual one as strongly as when daddy gave them to me.  My screams don't do much for him though, and so he stops, and this time it is it as he lays back, lets me work on his cock.  Towards the end I finally rip off the blindfold, and as he explodes in my mouth I pull back, let half of it spill out, look at him as I lick it off my lips. 

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