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I had to make sure I was presentable to the customer and prepared for their actions. I was dressed in a white sheer midi dress on behalf of the customer's request. The fabric was so delicate that any rough treatment would lead to its ruination. I wondered how roughed up I would be today.

The door opened and a man walked in oozing pride and arrogance. He took in my appearance and walked towards me to help me walk to the bed. He sniffed my neck and licked the shell of my ear before commenting, "It would be fun to fuck such a pretty whore like you." He tangled his hands in my hair and made me look at him. He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me and wrapped his tongue around mine. Moans left my mouth as he explored my mouth with his tongue.

His lips kissed my jawline before he bit on my breasts through the dress. He groped one while biting the other. He pulled on the hard nipples with his teeth and chewed on it. It was slowly getting painful. He did not notice if the pains were of pleasure or of pain as continued biting and chewing my breasts.

I grabbed onto his dick to turn him on more so that his focus would waver from my breasts and provide them some relief. I stroked it over his pants and squeezed. He groaned in my chest and moved my hand away to take off his pants.

His cock was hard and there was precum on it. He shoved me hard on the bed to make me lie down while my legs hung down the side of the bed. "Get on all four, whore. Spread those thighs and show me that dirty cunt." He ordered.

I got all on all fours in the middle of the bed and spread my thighs for him to view my pussy through that dress. He got behind me and tore the dress off my body leaving me looking more vulnerable. He slapped my ass and shoved his cock in my pussy. He groaned as he entered me and started to fuck me. He fucked me like I was only a hole for his pleasure and he kept slapping my ass from time to time.

I let out moans to enhance his experience when he fucked me hard. This encouraged him to fuck me harder. The sound of his hard thrusts and grunts filled the entire room. He held my neck and pushed it on the mattress. He kept it there as the rhythm faltered and the pulsing cock let me know he would soon be done.

To elevate his experience, I decided to clench my pussy around the cock and increased the volume of my moans to show him how "good" he was making me feel. Men always liked it when one could feed their egos. Very soon, the motion stopped and semen filled my pussy. His grip tightened on my neck and hip and I was certain it would surely leave a mark. He moved away from me and I lay down on my back while he breathed heavily after this strenuous workout.

He looked at me hungrily in my torn dress with the cum dripping out my pussy. His cock began to get erect again. I knew he would be fucking me again. He stroked his cock trying to make it harder and when he felt it was enough, he straddled my face and shoved it in my mouth. His thighs were on both sides of my face and his ass rested on my chest. He lifted my head up to fuck my mouth better. He shoved his whole cock in my mouth and pulled my head to bury my nose in his pubic hair trying to make me choke on his cock.

I could not breathe properly and when my struggling increased he let go of my head and let it fall to the bed letting his cock fall out of my mouth. "Incompetent whore."He said with disappointment. His cock was not even hard and this sight almost made me laugh out loud. I was taking big gulps of air when he got off me and got dressed. He left the room and slammed the door finally, letting me laugh at that sad dick.

I threw the dress away in the trash can and went to take a very long shower. I massaged the sore breasts softly and traced the bruises with my fingers. I cleaned my vagina as well as I could to get all the semen out of it. I stood under the water until it turned to cold and left to take a much needed nap in the small room for rest while the cleaners took care of the used room and prepared it for the next customer.

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