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I was also delighted to see that I had some new messages from my sugar daddies about a proposed hookup. Only one of them was available to hookup this week, so we decided to meet on January 12. This sugar daddy was named Thomas. Thomas was actually one of the first sugar daddies I had ever had, and he’s stuck with me through all of these years. I don’t know how he got his money, I just know that he’s rich and he likes to give his money to hot young chicks like me. Thomas was getting up there in his age. I think he was in his late sixties, and time had done him no favours. He wasn’t particularly attractive if I’m being curt. He was mostly bald, with the exception of a few white hairs but his scalp was dotted with big, blotchy moles that made him look like a human-dalmatian hybrid. He had crooked, yellow teeth and sagging cheeks that made his expression always seem sad. The rest of his body wasn’t that great either. He had lots of loose, flabby, and even wrinkled skin. He was starting to develop a bit of a beer belly. His dick wasn’t very big, either. In fact, I think it was just over four inches when erect. But he paid well, and that’s all that mattered to me.
Thomas was an interesting person because he was the only man I’ve ever known to really like ass play. What I mean by that is he loves things in his ass or playing with his anus; namely tongues and fingers. He was also one of the most submissive men I’ve ever been with. He loved being made to crawl on his hands and knees and beg to suck on my toes or eat my cunt. Personally, I found it pathetic. I don’t understand how it can be sexually gratifying to be so humiliated that you have to beg and grovel on your hands and knees if you want to cum. To each his own, I suppose. Considering how much he liked to be dominated, I put on an outfit that was equal parts slutty and dominatrix. I had these beautiful black boots with thick platform soles and an intimidating heel as well as some latex, skin-tight pants that highlighted all of my curves. For my top, I wore a latex bra underneath a plain white shirt. The plain white shirt wasn’t really a part of the sex appeal of the outfit. Instead, it was because I didn’t think the hotel staff would let me check in if I walked in with my tits barely being contained in a latex bra.
Regardless, I packed up some other toys I might need to use such as paddles, handcuffs, and rope, and drove off to the hotel. While driving there, I was listening to the radio, and they ran a quick story on everything they found at Boss Mack’s house. Experts were speculating on the amount of prison time he could be getting if he continued to be uncooperative. Hundreds of thousands of pounds worth of drugs, guns, and stolen goods were found. Apparently, with all the stuff Mack had gotten up to in there, he was looking at three life sentences. I whistled out loud when I heard that number. They were really throwing the whole book at him, huh? But it wasn’t Mack I was really concerned about. The real threat here was Mack’s henchmen who were also in the compound with him. Lower level henchmen usually aren’t as invested in the operation as they should be. Most of the time they’re just otherwise ordinary people who might’ve found themselves in a rough spot financially. Well, when no store in town is hiring and your kids are crying because they’re hungry and your girl is bitching at you because you’re a deadbeat, they go and link up with these gangs, unsurprisingly. They act as muscle. Intimidate the enemy and move some product now and again and boom: there’s food on your table and money in your wallet. And so they henchmen think they’re riding high until the police bust down they’re door talking about twenty years to life in prison. Then in the interrogation room, these henchmen with their teeth chattering from sheer fright are told that all they have to do is cooperate and this mess will be sorted in no time at all. In this situation, most of those henchmen will come apart. It’s a shame, it really is. But that’s why I surround myself with only those I can really trust.
I got to the hotel and waited in my car for Thomas to pull in. I was on my phone, checking any new messages and responding to emails when I saw his car pull up next to mine. We got out of the car and greeted each other with a sloppy tongue kiss.
“Hey daddy, how are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m doing fine, baby, thanks for asking. But what is that?” He asked, pointing to the backpack slung over my shoulder.
“Oh, this?” I echoed innocently “they’re just some toys for later”. He got visibly excited when I said that.
We walked into the hotel together, checked in and entered our room. He was a sugar daddy, so he booked one of the most lavish suites in the building. I smiled, thinking about all of the things I was going to do to him. It always amused me how pathetic he really was. He spent so much money booking a room in this hotel, just so that I could come here and abuse him for hours. I would make him suck my toes, lick my asshole, get bend over to be spanked, and then afterwards he would thank me and give me even more money! God, now this was an excellent little scheme I had going. As soon as the door was closed, the dominatrix in me took over.
“Get on your hands and knees. Now” I commanded him.
He looked at me, surprised. Before he could say anything, I interrupted him.
“Did I stutter, worm? Get on your hands and knees now”. He was pretty quick to follow my orders after that. He dropped to all fours and looked up at me, waiting to hear my next instructions.
“Crawl to me” I instructed.
He did as he was told, crawling over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was such a pitiful sight with his fat belly swinging and giggling as he crawled as fast as possible to me.
“Lick my boots. I want them so clean that you can see your own pathetic reflection. And when I speak to you, you will answer me with ‘Yes, ma’am’. Have I made myself clear?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” He confirmed before planting his lips and tongue on my boots. I really didn’t need to tell him how to be a subservient worm and lick my boots clean, he seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing. He had licked the entire topside of both of my boots and was licking the sole of my left boot when I angled heel towards his open mouth and pushed it forward. In an instant, he had deepthroated the heel of my boot. His eyes opened in surprise at first, but I could tell he enjoyed it because he began moaning and sucking on the heel.
“Do you like that, you pathetic worm? Do you get hard sucking and licking on your mistress’s shoes?” I demanded.
“Yes, ma’am” He responded back, before sucking on the other heel.
“Stand up for me and take your clothes off, worm” I ordered.
He did as he was told. He was now standing naked in front of me, his chubby form on full display. I made him bend over the bed so that his butt was sticking out. I then took out my paddle and made him beg me to spank him.
“Please, ma’am, I need you to spank me. Treat me like the pathetic worm I am” He pleaded.
I obliged, spanking him fast and hard. After each spank, he let out a yelp before thanking me and asking for another. Soon after, his ass was red, and it looked very sore, but I knew he could take more. I made him beg and plead for more, and with each spank, I struck his bum harder and harder. After each spank, he would lose his breath for a moment before letting out a bizarre-sounding moan and begging for another. I could tell he was approaching his limit and I wanted to go as far as I could. I forced him to degrade himself, call himself pathetic and a worm, and I struck his ass with the paddle as hard as I could. I only hit him at maximum strength a handful of times because he finally yelled out “Oh please ma’am! Please show mercy! Please don’t paddle me again!”. I grabbed him by the hair and yanked up, forcing him into an upright position. Not only was his cock fully erect, but pre-cum was flowing out of it in a steady stream.
I handled his cock and balls roughly and spoke with my mouth mere centimetres from his. “You can’t take any more paddles, huh? Well, your shrimp of a cock is saying something quite different.”
He whimpered and begged me not to spank him again. It was just so pitiful, you know? Here he was, this out of shape pudgy dude finally getting some action and he didn’t even have his dignity. I pushed him onto his back and told him to sit there and watch me. I slowly stripped off my pants and underwear, then I approached him. I hovered over his face so that he saw what his fate would be and then I sat down so that my cunt and ass eclipsed his face. I ground my ass into his mouth and forced him to lick my asshole. I didn’t even enjoy my ass being played with that much. I was just doing it because I knew that he was getting off on the degradation and dehumanizing aspect of it all. I looked at the disgusting thing beneath me and decided it was time to wrap things up. I could tell he was about to burst anyway so now would probably be a good time to end our playtime. I got up from on top of his face and made him get on all fours again. This time, however, his ass was raised high in the air. I wasn’t particularly fond of eating ass, especially tongue fucking a man’s ass but I knew it would get me out of here even quicker so I went for it. I spit on his butthole, fucked it with my tongue as I milked his shrimp-like cock. This was so perverted, and probably one of the stranger sexual acts I’ve performed, but I was getting paid, wasn’t I? His small cock was making gross squelching noises from all the pre-cum, and I continued to stroke him.
“Oh shit, I’m going to cum!” He yelled.
When he announced his intent to cum, I stroked him a few more times and then took my hands off completely. Such a pitiful man didn’t even deserve the pleasure of orgasm. I watched as his cock twitched and shot its pathetic load. Thomas whined and complained that I stopped stroking him and that he was still so horny, but I wasn’t hearing any of it. I made him watch as I walked over to his pants and removed his wallet from one of the pockets. He watched like the pathetic little worm that he was as I opened it and took out all the cash inside, several thousand pounds, and put it into my pocket. I then packed up my things, and before leaving, I said: “You haven’t thanked me, yet”. He thanked me very sheepishly, and I walked out of the hotel room, leaving him in a puddle of his own seed to think about the events that had just occurred.
Also, remember that old guy who was feeling me up at the restaurant? Well, this was the day I was meant to meet up with him. I got to the hotel room that we agreed to meet in a bit early, so I changed into something that he would like. A black miniskirt that barely covered anything and a crop top that was so cropped, the bottom of my tits could be seen from the hem of the crop top. I decided I wasn’t going to blackmail this old man. The poor guy looked like he would have a hard attack if he thrust too hard! He showed up sometime later and handed me the agreed-upon amount in cash. As I counted the stack of bills to make sure he wasn’t swindling me, I noticed his eyes scanning over my entire body. He was thinking about all the things he wanted to do to me. But I know how it is for old guys, they get excited and blow their loads in minutes. I didn’t expect him to last long enough to do a tenth of the things he was fantasizing about doing to me. After verifying that the payment was legit, I got into my position. He paid for an hour’s worth of missionary sex, so I laid down on my back with my legs spread, presenting my cunt to him. Before I have sex with any client, I make sure I masturbate a little bit beforehand so that I’m wet when they enter me. It makes them feel good about themselves like they’ve still got it or something. Anyways, this old dude started fucking me missionary. I’m sure in his mind, he was giving me the pounding of a lifetime, but reality did not reflect this. He was on top of me, with his arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. He was thrusting as hard and as fast as possible while kissing my neck and collarbone. The kisses would’ve been nice, but his beard stubble was so irritating against my skin. Nonetheless, I gave him one of my best performances. I was moaning and wailing and gripping the sheets while he meekly pushed himself and out of me. Like I said before, old people cum quickly, and this man was no exception. He told me he was about to cum, but he wanted me to stroke him until he finished. He pulled his dick out of my cunt, and I took over, jerking it off in a rapid corkscrew motion while feeling up his balls. He grunted and growled as he shot two or three spurts of cum onto my stomach. The thing that surprised me most about this old man’s sexual behaviours is what he did after cumming. He rolled off of me and onto the mattress, where he lay, breathing heavily. His breathing became more rhythmic, and before I knew it, the old bastard fell asleep! I snickered to myself at first because it was such a silly sight, but my money-oriented brain saw a profit to be made here. I began searching through his suitcase for whatever I could get my hands on. His wallet, phone, expensive clothing, and jewellery. I couldn’t fit all of his things in my suitcase, so I just stole his suitcase too. Now in more appropriate attire, I hastily made my way to my car and loaded both bags in the car before heading home.
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