Submissive phone sex Massage

submissive phone sex

It started as a nice slow massage. A submissive phone sex rub-down.  You were a new client and I wasn’t sure what you were looking for.  I was on your back, kneading your big muscles. I worked down your back and over your ass, looking for a sign from you. I slid my soft hands along your inner thighs, barely grazing your balls. I felt a slight tremor go through you and smiled that I found your weakness.

You made a funny noise and threw me to the floor. “You Asian Sluts are all the same. Nothing but money hungry whores. Time to teach you a lesson, little gook.” You yanked me up by my hair. I could see your savage eyes and smell your foul breath. You threw me across the massage table, yanked open my robe, and pulled your belt from your jeans. The first blow hit me hard on the hipbone. I turned to catch the next one on my fleshy ass cheek. I squealed in pain which seemed to inflame you more. You were almost drooling with joy. Both your mouth and your cock. I didn’t intend to let you have the upper hand. I begged for mercy.

A few more lashes and you were jerking your cock hard. With one final insult, you blew your load all over my face. Smugly, you laughed and spit at me. “Thank you, Master.” I whispered. When I came back from cleaning myself, I found a fat tip lying on the table. Oh yes, I DID find your weakness. Hurry back soon.

 

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