Rachel was sprawled out on the large bed on her stomach, her arms extended up past her head, gripping the slats in the headboard. Quinn had since stripped off her clothes and was eyeing Rachel’s perfect ass, preparing herself for the first step in the nights activities; the same first step she took with every girl she bought at Sue’s.
Quinn climbed on the bed and crawled towards her resting prize, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Now, Rachel, what I’m about to do has become a ritual of sorts for me. This is for my pleasure only, and I expect you to only speak if spoken to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Quinn.”
“Good girl.” With that, Quinn positioned her already wet pussy over Rachel’s right ass cheek, and lowered herself. The blonde smirked when her prize squeaked with surprise and arousal, but switched focus to the task at hand. She started off every sexual experience here by humping her girl’s ass; it was a way of showing her prostitute who was in charge and whose pleasure actually mattered. It was a primal release of arousal. But in the end, it was simply a tremendous power trip. Quinn sighed as she started to rock her hips, grinding into Rachel’s backside. “Yesssss,” she hissed.
For several minutes, Quinn kept her arms firmly planted on either side of Rachel’s torso while she humped like a cat in heat, focusing solely on her clit. Her brow was knotted like she was concentrating on something difficult. Every so often, she would squeak with pleasure, but mostly, all that could be heard was the jostling of the bed. Finally, Quinn started to pick up her pace, feeling her orgasm starting to build. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Quinn started to whimper, humping her erratically. “Fuck, say my name, Rachel.”
“Master Quinn,” Rachel gasped.
“Yes. Fuck yes. Again.”
“M-Master Quinnnnnn,” Rachel moaned softly.
Quinn lost it at the sound of Rachel’s breathy voice. “YES!” Quinn growled. With one more powerful thrust, her pussy clenched at nothing as hot cum spilled out. The blonde’s body was vibrating as her orgasm racked her body, leaving her shuddering until her arms gave way, leaving her chest pressed against Rachel’s back. She continued to grind her sex down, letting the aftershocks continue shocking her system until she couldn’t stand it anymore and relaxed herself. She took deep breathes next to Rachel’s ear, internally celebrating the first phase of her night complete. “Good,” she whispered after a few seconds. Now that that’s out of the way….
Quinn pushed herself up again, letting loose a soft moan as her sensitive clit was pushed into Rachel’s ass in the process. She slid herself backwards a bit so she could admire her handiwork; a massive wet patch glistening in the dim light of the room off Rachel’s perfect ass cheek. The blonde smirked when she leaned forward to lick her own cum off Rachel and heard the girl whimper with surprise. The blonde licked tentatively at first, and once her cum was cleaned off she began kissing the girl’s backside. “I love your ass,” she moaned, kissing it again and again, getting progressively sloppier. “You have the best ass I’ve ever paid for, Rachel.”Her kisses began to linger, and it didn’t stop there. Quinn’s messy licks and kisses to Rachel’s firm behind slowly drifted to the left, until the blonde’s tongue was gliding up and down the crack of the girl’s cheeks.
“I’m gonna break in your asshole, baby. I’m gonna shove my tongue in your sexy little hole and make you feel things…” Quinn groaned and spread Rachel’s ass cheeks apart, “like you’ve never felt before.” Quinn smiled at the puckered, virgin opening, practically begging for Quinn to fuck it.
“T-Thank you, Master.”
“That’s right, baby. I’m your master,” Quinn husked before pressing her tongue past the tight opening. Rachel wailed with a mix of extreme pleasure and discomfort. Quinn started slowly; long, leisurely thrusts, occasionally flicking her tongue just so to make Rachel squeak. Once she felt Rachel relax into the feelings, Quinn sped up, darting her tongue in and out with gusto. When she pulled back to speak, she smirked at the prostitute’s disappointed whimper.
