Web of Sins

Escort and Customer

I am so, so, SO sorry for how long this took to update. I don't have an excuse. I mean, I sort of do because I was trying to get Kinktober done on time, and then like halfway through writing this I decided I needed to add in an extra scene in this chapter so I did that, and, yeah, I know, not excusable. I'M SORRY! But now that it's November, I plan to update faster. At the very least, it hopefully won't be a 2 week wait between every chapter! Anyways, hope you enjoy and I hope it was worth the wait!

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"Go down on it, just like that, fuck yeah! That's a good boy!"

The vulgar words slipping from the larger man's mouth were nothing new to Lance as he kneeled in between his legs, moving his head up and down his cock and burying his nose in the nest of brown pubic hair with each forward bob. His tongue expertly maneuvered against the shaft as it passed through his mouth, moaning around the length of it to stimulate vibrations.

"Fuck, service your master, you slut!" The man grabbed a hold of Lance's hair, pulling him up and down his length while thrusting forward. His fingers curled around the brown locks harder and harder to signify that he was getting closer to finishing, threatening to leave Lance with a bald spot the size of an apple as words like 'fuck' and 'slut' rolled off of his tongue like dice.

Lance simply keened to the rough treatment, curving his back so that the man could get a better view of him shaking his ass obediently.

"Get ready for it, you slut!" Lance's head was yanked back harshly, making him cry out with satisfaction. The man let his cock lay on top of Lance's face, gripping his own shaft and pumping a few times before cumming with a roar.

The hand in his hair tightened, but Lance hardly needed the instruction. He opened his mouth wide and let his tongue hang out, eyes shrinking until they were nearly shut but not quite, preparing for the shots of cum that began spraying onto his face accompanied by a messy cluster of dirty names from the man's mouth.

It was like getting blasts of hot glue to the face, sticky globs of white marking his cheek and mouth as he took the facial like the slut he was. This was more like it. This was how it should be. This was what time in a private room with Lance should be like - vulgar and dirty and detached. He was a worker and a tool for his customers, after all; he wasn't supposed to be treated like an equal human. He wasn't supposed to be treated the way Keith had treated him...

"There's your tip, you good whore." The man tossed money onto Lance's cum covered face as he stood and began zipping up his pants, leaving Lance to bend down and pick up the money in his mouth like an animal eating off the floor, still putting on a show for the man. Once he gathered the paper bills in his mouth, he looked up at his customer with a smile and fluttered his eyes.

"Thank you, sir," he said obediently, lowering his head as the man chuckled and leaned forward to cup his chin.

"Aww, you're always so good for me, baby. Come on, don't look down. I wanna see your face covered in my spunk. Mmm...wish I could take a picture, I'd make a fortune with that cute face."

"No photos in the Strip Club." Lance recited the club's rules immediately out of instinct, always having to do this for the drunk men who wanted to take pictures of his cum-covered face.

The man chuckled and slapped his cheek lightly before straightening his back again. "I know the Web's rules, babe. Next time, it'll be your ass, though. Ha!" He walked off with a laugh, leaving Lance kneeling on the floor naked.

Lance didn't mind. He was used to this, and honestly, he preferred it like this. He didn't know why he had started thinking about the way Keith treated him in the middle of servicing his customer, since Keith had only been like that because he was drunk. Hell, he didn't know why he was thinking about it at all. He would see Keith in just a few hours to have sex, after all. His mind was probably on the guy just because Lance didn't take escort jobs too often. There was no way he could reject Keith, though; the guy seemed like very easy money for Lance.