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She truly loved her life as a high-end escort.

The excitation of toying with the elite, the omnipresent luxury, the palpable power oozing of her clients: this was beyond anything little Nastya could have ever dreamed of in her frozen Siberia.

Sometimes, she would find it hard to believe that she was still in her early twenties and could literally enjoy everything the world had to offer.

She was both grateful and proud of where she had brought herself.

And it was not just her being pretty or a good fuck.

Of course she was stunningly beautiful and took the greatest care of her perfect body. But most importantly she was smart, funny, well-educated, and genuinely loved making her clients the happiest men in the world. That was what was making her so successful among the most demanding customers on the planet.

She was great at her job. Brilliant even. Maybe the very best.

True, she could take the easy way and marry some rich guy.

But then what?

She would get bored of it in a matter of days: she loved the thrill of the game too much.

However, there was one thing she really hated and would always make her rethink everything: taking it in the ass.

And high-fly clients like this one always ended up asking for it.

James was handsome, tasteful, charming, funny, insanely rich, a bachelor, and very well-endowed. They had spent so many amazing times together that she even considered him a friend more than a client – with (financial) benefits, of course, but still a friend.

Still. He wanted to fuck her in the ass.

Why this fascination for anal sex? Why couldn’t he just enjoy the rest of her wonderful body? Her gorgeous tits. Her toned bum. Her slender legs. And of course her warm and ever-welcoming lips – all four of them.

She was already all his.

Probably because he knows it is my one limit. He wants that unique “yes”, taken from the most exclusive lady. For someone who never takes “no” as an answer, it’s a prize he won’t be dropping easily.

“Ok, listen.

– You know this is off-limit, but I know you will never take my “no” for the final answer it is. And I don’t want to have to let you go as my favourite “friend” because you become unbearable about it.

– So let’s play a game: if I can’t make you come in fifteen minutes, you can fuck me in the ass. Otherwise, you buy me a… Maserati, and you can never ask me for anal sex ever again.

– You can try and distract yourself, but you have to let me do everything I want to you for those fifteen minutes.

– Those are the rules – do we have a deal?”

Sitting on the suite’s king-size bed, he looks at her like a wolf.

“I didn’t know you were into gambling”, he says with a soft smile.

He pauses.

“I love a good bet, but let’s make it interesting then.

– If you can make me come against my will, I’ll give you twenty million. Dollars.”

– If you fail, I get to fuck you when I want, how I want, and where I want for a whole year.

– You make something like fifteen grand a night, right? Hundred nights per year? If you lose, I’ll compensate you an extra two millions for the whole year, cover all your expenses – including shopping – but you are fully mine for a year.

– I’ll also be a gentleman and give you a whole thirty minutes to make me come.

– That is my offer – what do you say?”

She thinks for a moment.

Fifteen years of earnings in thirty minutes?

Ok. A whole year of fulfilling all his desires is quite something. But, worse comes to worse, he would still compensate her more than her usual annual income.

Anyway, there is no way he can resist me for a full thirty minutes. I have been teasing him all afternoon and all evening. Not a chance.

“Deal.”

“One full year – anything I want to do to you?” – he extends his open hand.

“Twenty million dollars. And the Maserati I choose”, she answers with a large smile.

She grabs his hand, shakes it briefly, and pulls it between her legs.

“Let me at least start my watch!”, he laughs, as he triggers the chronograph on his priceless Patek Philippe.

She jumps on him, legs wide apart, sitting on his lap.

“Grab my pussy”, she orders.

He obeys: his hand slides under her dress and two of his strong fingers dive into the moisture of her warm pussy.

Glad I never wear any underwear.

“Don’t be lazy: take your other hand and grab my ass.”

She feels his powerful grip digging into the firmness of her butt cheek.

This is going to be so easy, she thinks.

“Watch”, she says, as she pushes his chest away. He falls on the bed.

Lying on his back, he looks at her from below with the smile of a predator.

Smile all you want, my darling. You’re not winning this one.

As she takes her dress off, she starts riding him suggestively, tastefully crushing his hand in the process.

She pulls her dress up, slides it off, and throws it away. Her breast falls back on her chest; full, heavy, and firm. In proportion to her slender body, their size is jaw-dropping. She immediately feels his excitation growing through his trousers.

That was fast.

She does not waste time on details: she rips his shirt off and starts rubbing her perky tits against his chest. She imagines her hard nipples grazing their way on his bare skin, like pebbles. They quickly reach his chin.

She passionately takes his shaved jaw in her hands and kisses him sensually.

Not taking her playful tongue out of his mouth, she grabs a pillow and places it under his neck, so his head stands more or less upright. She innocently caresses his face with her voluptuous breast as she straightens herself back up.

She looks at him challengingly, her torrid body towering above him.

She gives him a few seconds to appreciate the view, turns around, and sits on his chest facing towards his legs.

She makes sure that his arms are tightly stuck under her legs as she ties her beautiful hair into a bountiful ponytail.

She arches her back to give him the best possible view of her thin waist and her delicately chiseled spine muscles.

His belt. She swiftly unfastens the buckle and slides it off his trousers. She puts it next to her: she might use it later.

She then drops his trousers and underwear down, in one go.

His erection is standing in front of her, ridiculously large, like a small trunk.

She takes a few seconds to enjoy the face-off: his mighty rod versus her supple body.

Хаха! This battle is going to be a short one.

She leans forward, her face diving towards his crotch, and gently wraps her lips around the tip of his swollen penis.

I’m going to keep you very warm.

She slowly runs her tongue around him, once, twice, three times.

She starts swivelling it mercilessly – she knows how incredible it feels to him.

As she keeps teasing him delightfully, she raises her bum and moves it back a bit.

Here we go, she thinks, as his nose brushes against her pink flower. Lips against lips.

She starts rubbing herself against his mouth. Each of his breaths is like a burning wind blowing on her perfectly smooth pussy.

I love my job.

She keeps working him like this for a minute or two, her tongue not leaving a square millimetre of her purple friend untouched, while her (other) lips are forcefully kissing his face in the most intimate manner.

She adjusts her bum so his nose is actually pushing into her pink entrance, and stops moving.

Let’s turn up the heat.

She stops flickering her tongue, parts her lips slightly open, and presses down.

He gasps.

His shaft goes in, hits the back of her mouth, pushes through, then forces itself deep into her throat as she slowly keeps bringing her head down towards his groin.

He is big.

The skin of her neck stretches like a snake’s to accommodate his girth. The angle is perfect for her to take him all in.

The friction of her throat gripping onto his shaft is extreme.

She lets an uncontrollable cough out, but keeps pushing to squeeze the last inch in.

Her chin finally hits his pubis: it is in. She closes her lips around the base of his penis, her cute nose pressed against his balls.

She won.

He lets out a huge sigh. She shoves her pussy into his face.

I’m the boss now.

She stays still, getting used to his huge cock filling her mouth, throat, and neck. Adjusting to it is the key.

Only after a few seconds does she start acting: she swallows.

Her throat and neck muscles try to suck the invader in, but they only succeed in clenching it and massaging it.

That was the idea. She knows how amazing it feels to him.

Insane.

Pure bliss.

His body tenses beneath her, and she savours every second of it.

She knows very well that for as long as her throat stays wrapped around him, she controls every part of his mind and body. He would follow her to hell if that was where her throat was going.

She swallows again.

He lifts his hips upwards.

Dear, you can’t possibly get any deeper: your dick is shoved into me up to the very hilt.

As she swallows for the third time, she slowly starts pulling his massive erection out of her.

She swallows at the same time to force her throat to contract around it.

She tightens her lips as well, like a seal.

She can only imagine how it feels for him, the divine suction of her double grip the whole time he slides out of her.

She does not let him fully out though: she keeps his swollen head warm in her mouth.

A few playful flicks of the tongue, and she starts again:

Pushing through the tightness.

Otherworldly throat massage.

Double grip on the way out.

And again:

Forcing past her throat.

Slowly shoving it in.

Delightful suction out.

And again :

Extreme tightness.

Divine friction.

Clenching out.

Spit. Spit everywhere.

It does make the sliding much smoother.

She starts moving faster, pressing her nose against his now slimy balls every time she reaches the end.

She simultaneously keeps grinding her pussy against his face. His breathing is deep, but controlled.

She keeps going like this for a few minutes of this otherworldly treatment. Her absolute focus: throat-massaging his throbbing erection.

He should be exploding in my throat any time soon, she thinks, his massive cock deeply shoved into her neck.

He starts running his tongue in her pink slit. She freezes, breathing out of her nose.

He toys with her for a few seconds, then calmly drops: “Do you want us to start having sex? You have used up about twelve minutes already.”

She chokes.

She spits his cock out of her.

She is panting.

Slime oozing from her mouth and running all over his cock and balls.

She cruelly crushes her pussy into his face.

He adds in a muffled voice: “This foreplay was amazing, but you do remember we have a bet, right.”

Anger and pride surge into her at once.

What a… !

Oh… he is good. No one has ever resisted me like this before.

I can’t get upset though. I need to keep showing him I am in full control.

She calms herself down and gets off the bed.

She stands tall in front of him, wearing nothing else than her high-heels, her shaved pussy, her superb breast, and a thick layer of spit dripping from her nose to her chin.

Her face is a mess.

A beautiful mess.

A dirty-girl-used-to-pleasure-you mess.

She decides to capitalise on it.

She looks at him – pure passion in her eyes.

She unties her hair and lets her dark curls loose.

She tilts her head, puts her index on her pretty nose, and slowly runs it down her parted lips. She slides two fingers in her mouth and sucks on them like a slut.

“Move up. Lie down properly”, she orders him.

He executes.

She admires his glorious penis as he moves up the bed. It powerfully oscillates to one side of his body, then the other.

It shines, covered in spit.

The ten minutes of mind-numbing suction she submitted it to made it exceptionally red and enlarged.

Swollen with blood and with the fire of passion.

She keeps staring at it with lust in her eyes as she delicately pinches away the slime hanging from her pretty chin.

She sensuously brings her hand down and slides a few fingers between her closed legs, gently applying her throat juices to her shaved pussy.

She does so suggestively, but also with tremendous grace and pride.

She is not a slut… even though she acts the role with brio.

She walks up to him, her firm breast staring at him, her legs held together to hide a fruit that will soon be his, but not just yet.

Her perfect hair is framing her beautiful face.

Spit is still drooling from her chin; her lips and nose shiny, as if she had been crying.

She is cute and sexy.

She is beautiful and dirty.

Sensual and fiery.

Innocent and full of lust.

Pure love and desire.

The perfect object of pleasure.

Any man would kill to love her and fuck her.

She steps on top of him, grabs his cock, and impales herself on it.

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