I’m usually the bitch in charge. I make the rules and I run the show. No one gets the best of me. but last night was different. I accepted this new client. He wanted to see me personally, one on one, and for an outrageous price, I agreed. He was a powerful man, involved in politics and I knew he was dangerous. I met him in my VIP room and poured us some drinks. We were having a good time when I began to feel weird. High but also horny. Colors began to swirl and I heard him laugh. He grabbed me by the throat, throttling me, as he pumped his big fuckstick into my tight little ass. I knew that he was hurting me but I didn’t care. I wanted more. “More, more, please.” I moaned. I was surrounded by a dozen large throbbing penises. Each was more beautiful than the last. It was like they are all poking me at once, in every hole, and in my mouth. I could taste the cum in my mouth as I swallowed again and again. Then it all faded away.
I woke up alone. There was a large stack of money on the table and a note that said, “We had a blast. See you soon.” Was it drugs or all a dream? Did he set me up to fuck all of those men? I reached down to touch myself and found my pussy a gaping creampie. My engorged clitty stood straight out and I rubbed it until I came in a gushing, moaning release.