Don’t Be a Slut (Part 2) [Mf] [assjob]

Ruth felt a familiar wicked sensation as she rode the elevator. She was in a very fancy apartment complex. It even had a doorman. Her client tonight was definitely loaded, and he’d already sent her quite a sum of cash online.

“Don’t be a slut,” she whispered to herself. She was alone in the elevator, but the walls were mirrored, so she could see her wool overcoat, her red hair, and the makeup she’d put on for her client. She felt silly in her ruby high heels, but she also felt powerful. The stirring began where it usually did: somewhere in the small of her belly, deep within her in a place she could never quite reach.

It sort of felt like she had butterflies like she was nervous or anxious. In truth, it was simply unwavering lust. She called it the curse of the eternally horny: a ravenous sexual appetite that spread like flames, the rippling tongues licking Ruth from the inside. Moments like these made her understand what people said about redheaded women: they were kissed by fire.

When she arrived at the fortieth floor, she found him expecting her. Tonight’s client was Kyle. He said hello, shook her hand and then opened the door to his apartment for her. She brushed his crotch with her fingertips as she slipped by.

He was of average height and round, Caucasian, and had big glasses. Kyle was the accountant at some big firm. Ruth had checked him out online. When he messaged her, he’d said he got her card from a friend, one of Ruth’s other rich clients. So, Ruth did some research, as she always did on her prospects. She found their favorite colors, foods, and how much money they made. And whether or not they were creeps.

If they were assholes, she didn’t mind. As long as they paid well and understood her limits. Butt stuff only. Don’t be a slut.

The heat grew to a monstrous volume inside her as she sat on the couch with one leg crossed over the other. She hadn’t taken off her extra-long trench coat yet. It felt as if she were wrapped up in the nighttime’s secrets.

Ruth’s cheeks were flushed as she giggled at Kyle’s story about spilling his coffee at work and having to change in the bathroom. But she worried that she would melt in the heavy coat. Kyle hadn’t asked her to take it off yet, he seemed rather shy, dressed in khakis and a full sleeve office shirt.

Every breath reminded Ruth of the aching pressure building between her thighs, so she stood up. She felt like a queen in the heels she’d bought for Kyle and she loved the way he kept looking at them. She knew red was his favorite color, so she even put on a vibrant shade of lipstick and had a surprise waiting for him beneath her coat. “Shall we get started, sweetie?”

“Yes,” he said quickly, straightening his glasses and standing. He put his hand on her back. “It’s right this way.”

Ruth was younger than him by at least two decades, but she called all her clients “sweetie.” It made them feel appreciated and loved, it let them know her sole purpose was to take care of them for the evening.

“And you’re sure your wife won’t be home anytime soon?” Ruth paused outside his bedroom. Kyle swung the door open, revealing a beautiful matching bed frame, dresser, and mirror set. Classic maroon wooded frames and simple white sheets.

He swallowed and rubbed his ring finger. “How did you know?”

Ruth smiled her evil smile, the one she’d practiced in the mirror before her first time. “I make it my business to know things about the people I work with. And I don’t like liars.” She placed her fingers on the bulge in his pants, feeling the throbbing warmth, the hardness. He wasn’t particularly long, but there was quite a bit of girth. He would feel delicious inside her.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his hot breath falling on her face. “I should’ve told you.”

“I just want to know if we’ll be disturbed, sweetie.” Ruth stepped closer to him, backing him up into the bedroom. Unless he turned out to be some sort of weirdo, there would be no going back now. Her thighs were lush and hot, her pussy thoroughly worked up. “And I want to know if you’re going to tell her about our little secret.”

Kyle’s forehead glistened, but he didn’t look away. Ruth knew she would burn him down, it was only a matter of time. She took his hand brought his fingers to her lips.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Sharon and I haven’t slept together in years. She has her own boyfriend. This is just for me.”

“Lovely,” whispered Ruth. His fingertips tasted a little salty. “I belong to you tonight.”

She stepped inside and studied the surroundings. Kyle waited nervously at her side. “Are you going to take off the coat?”

Ruth’s response was to smile as she walked over to the bedposts. She shook it; the bed was sturdy. From her pockets, she pulled out twin pieces of rope, long and strong. “Place the money on the dresser over there then lie down on your back.”

Kyle looked down at his clothes. “Should I undress?”

Ruth unbuttoned her coat and let it slip from her shoulders, stepping out of it like a witch from the darkness. She smiled as Kyle’s eyebrows went up, and she said, “I’ll take care of that for you.”

The dress she had on wasn’t really a dress. Her father would flip out and have multiple heart attacks if he saw her in this. Daddy’s precious little girl in nothing but a lace bra pantie set, soft and deviously dark red. The only other thing was the red choker around her neck. Kyle could barely keep his eyes off her as he sat down on the bed.

Don’t be a slut, Ruth thought to herself as she stepped towards her client. It was the walk she’d practiced for hours to get the perfect sway in her hips. Kyle’s face was turning red, but that was how Ruth felt. She could feel the wetness soaking her panties; she would go home and touch herself for hours tonight.

As she fastened one of Kyle’s arms to the post, he grabbed her butt with his other hand.

“You remember what you signed for, right sweetie?” Ruth pretended that Kyle’s fingers prodding her butt plug didn’t bother her, that the sensations weren’t making her knees tremble. But he was pushing it deeper inside her, the little hardness sending shivers up her spine.

Kyle couldn’t take his eyes off her lace panties. “Could I take them off?”

“Sweetie. Give me your other arm.” She guided his hand from her ass, knowing his greedy fingers could go for much more if she let him. With a few loops, she fixed it so that his arms were both restrained, tied to opposite sides of the bed so that he lay before her, surrendered completely to her whim.

“Just this,” he whispered, looking up at her now. His cock formed a tent in his pants. “Nothing more. Just a little teasing.” He watched as she slid her panties down her legs and stepped free.

“Yes,” she said, climbing onto his lap. Her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own now, pulling her up Kyle’s front till her ass hovered above his chin. Kyle didn’t ask for much when he messaged her.

In truth, this would only be a massage. He wanted Ruth to rub her ass all over him, from head to toe. He was too frightened to ask for anything further than that. She thought it was sweet.

Ruth bit down on her bottom lip as she lowered herself onto his face. It felt like she would smother him with fire. She moaned loudly as his tongue found her buttplug. Her pussy slid up against his nose, but Kyle would not be going for that. That was her big rule: butt stuff only. If anyone tried to get at her pussy, she would leave right then and there. Even if she wanted it so badly that she stayed up late into the night fingering herself. But she knew she couldn’t. This was the closest she could get to the visceral pleasure her body ached for.

Gently, she reached around and tugged on the plug. Sliding it out to place it on Kyle’s tongue. “Do you like how I taste?”

In response, he sucked it into his mouth like it was a pacifier. Ruth laughed as she relaxed her weight on his face. Even this took lots of practice. Squatting took a huge toll on the legs, so she spent hours in her bedroom squatting on the bed, on her floor, working just to keep her ass in the air. She didn’t want to suffocate her clients.

After taking the plug back and placing it in her bra, Ruth grabbed both sides of Kyle’s head and began grinding her ass against him from his chin to his forehead. Her pussy would strike his nose and she would let out a gasp. His tongue remained outstretched, and soon enough, her ass was slippery and warm with his saliva.

When Ruth felt like she would burst, she paused over his lips, letting him stick his tongue deep inside her little hole. She grabbed the headboards and rocked gently, feeling all the vivid reactions coursing through her body. This always felt better than using her fingers or even the butt plug. The warm wetness of the tongue wriggled inside her as if searching for something.

She was told her asshole was surprisingly dark. One client once told her that it was a sign that she did too much anal. And that had worried Ruth till she slept with a doctor who laughed it off and reassured her it was one of the changes caused by puberty. He told her she could get it bleached if she wanted, but she decided she liked it by then. When she stretched out her pale butt cheeks and looked at herself in the mirror, she found her secret darkness delightful.

With a shudder, Ruth’s legs gave out and she had to grab onto the bedpost to keep herself steady. Kyle groaned beneath her ass; Ruth had cum on his chin.

“Did you like that sweetie? Did you like making me cum so hard with your tongue?” Ruth had to catch her breath, but Kyle continued his onslaught. He must have been wanting to do this forever, she thought. What a sweet little man. But the clock was ticking; he only paid for the hour. She slid down, tickling his neck with her fingers before relaxing onto his chest. It was time to remove his clothes.

Ruth’s fingers moved swiftly down his front, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal thick hair and soft roundness. Kyle wasn’t in shape; his job had him sitting in an office all day, but Ruth didn’t mind.

She loved chest hair and how it felt when she rubbed up against it.

With the shirt splayed open, Ruth began her massage by turning around so Kyle could watch her ass work. As always, she started right above the client’s heart, moving her hips in circles as she worked her way around Kyle’s torso. The hairs tickled her asshole, making her giggle softly. When she reached his tummy, she unbuckled his pants. Kyle’s skin felt hot and soft beneath her, but she couldn’t wait to get a glimpse of his cock. He wasn’t paying for anal tonight, but the sight of a man hard and out of control drove Ruth wild.

She slid his pant down his legs, pulling the briefs along with her thumbs. Ruth had to kneel forward so that her hair fell over his knees, her breast pressed into his hard cock, and she could kiss his ankles. She threw the clothes over the bed, but she didn’t straighten up. Kyle was rocking his own hips now, rubbing his cock between her tits. The sight of her asshole and her pussy stretched out on his belly was working its magic.

Using her legs, Ruth pulled herself back up along his body till her asshole was at his mouth again. She held his cock in both hands, adoring the vibrant pink color, the clean-shaven balls. All of her first-time clients cleaned up like this.

As Kyle licked her ass again, trying to lick every inch of her butt, Ruth cupped his balls and did her best to deep throat his cock. It was nice and fat, and she was grateful that she practiced on her wider toys back home. She had an entire rack dedicated to dildos of all sizes, some of them even creamed inside her if she wanted them to. She used them to practice gagging, to practice riding for hours, and to practice positioning herself from different angles.

“That feels so good,” muttered Kyle, speaking into her asshole. She bobbed her head on his cock, her lips down to his base, drenching him entirely in saliva. It glistened and twitched when she finally let go. Kyle was very close. And the hour would soon be over. She decided she would cuddle with him for a bit.

“Alright, sweetie.” She slid down his body so that she sat on Kyle’s lap, his cock firmly squeezed between her ass cheeks and pressed into his belly. Grabbing his knees, she began sliding herself back and forth using her own spit to make it slippery.

Ruth loved doing this. It was called hotdogging, and it drove men who liked butts wild. Faster and faster she went, speeding up to match the rhythm of her breathing. Kyle was getting closer and closer to finishing; she could feel it in the way his legs tensed up, the way his abdomen tightened.

His cum shot out and splattered his face. He groaned like a madman as shot after shot covered his chin, his neck, all the while, Ruth kept up her massage, forcing out every last drop until she couldn’t move her hips any longer.

That’s when she hopped off and collapsed beside him, sweating and breathing hard. She stroked his chest hair, seeking out his cum. His face was completely red, eyes still shut as he caught his breath. She kissed his face, licking up the bittersweet juices before they evaporated.

When she was done, she threw one leg over his side and held him. “That was lovely,” she told him.

Kyle laughed. “That was amazing.”

Ruth stroked his belly, wondering if he would offer to keep her for the night. But that was when his phone went off; it was an alarm. He jumped to attention, but with his hands still tied, he only managed to knock Ruth off.

“That’s my tracker,” he said frantically, eyes wide. Ruth glanced down at his cock, shrunken and glistening with cum and saliva. Kyle swallowed. “You need to go.”

Ruth untied one of his ropes. He pushed her away and tore the other one off himself.

“Okay, but I need to change,” she said, rushing to her coat. Her bag had her clothes. It was still on the couch.

“No time,” barked Kyle. His demeanor had changed completely now that the hour was up and his wife was on her way. “She’s in the building. That’s why my alarm went off.”

“Fuck,” said Ruth quietly. This was the part she hated. When the enchantment ended, and she was back to being a whore, no longer a lover. She pulled on her coat as Kyle slid his pants up his legs, backward. He swore profusely, his face turning even more sweaty, before taking them off and trying again. Then he pulled on his shirt and put his arm around her waist and led her to the hallway.

“You know your way down, right?” he asked, looking up and down the hall as if he wasn’t the only person on the floor.

Ruth sighed. So much for cuddling. But the money would be in her account, and her asshole trembled with pleasure, even if she wasn’t fulfilled. All in all, it was a good night. She pocketed her butt plug.

She didn’t say goodbye. Normally she would have kissed him and scheduled the next session, but Kyle was breaking down. She hit the button, stepped into the elevator, and left feeling like an angel or a demon.

When she was in the lobby, she passed by a frantic portly woman who was shouting at the lobby man about a package she was supposed to receive that day. Ruth waved at her. The lady scowled back.

The winter night felt fresh in her lungs as she stepped through the revolving door. Manhattan glistened all around her, the towers reaching for the sky. She raised her hand at the curb, and a taxi slowed down. Her coat swished around her feet, the high heels clicking on the pavement as she walked up to her ride.

This was the dangerous part. Going home butt naked underneath a coat. What if she slipped and fell? What if someone stopped her? What if she got into an accident and they found her body like that? Her daddy would be devastated. Usually, she left her panties as a gift to her clients; this time she’d simply forgotten in the rush.

She didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until the taxi pulled out of the city and into the quietness of the Estates where she lived alone. It was almost a mansion, one in a sea of beautiful houses. This was where the wealthy lived when they wanted to escape the city. Dense with trees and streets emptied of crowds, it was tranquil and Ruth’s favorite place on the planet. It was home.

But a car was in her driveway. She thanked the taxi driver, tipped him plenty, and stepped out. Her daddy was home; she recognized his company’s car. Her panties were back at Kyle’s. Her asshole was still wet from his tongue. And she could still taste his cum in her mouth.

And Ruth was still horny out of her mind. She had planned on playing with herself for the rest of the night.

What was he even doing here? He had his own place in the city and only came out here for the weekend.

Ruth sighed, checked the coat one more time to make sure it was completely buttoned before opening the gate. She touched the rose bushes planted on either side. *I’m not a slut. I wasn’t a slut. I’m still a good girl.*

But when she got to the front doorstep, it wasn’t her father she found waiting. It was his boss.

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