You’ll agree to anything right now!

“Hmm… I…” you gasp as he holds you in his lap, his cock pressing against your pussy, spreading your lips but not giving you what your body is craving. The day’s shoot has your body in a constant state of horniness and after Mr. Crassle played with you in his car you feel as turned on as you have all day. “I don’t…” you gasp, not really wanting to make such a significant decision but at the same time you can’t bring yourself to say no to this man.

“Come on doll...” he says kissing your neck and pinching your nipple with his free hand. Your body reacts by pushing down in an attempt to get his hard tool past your lips. “Oh no honey, first business… then pleasure,” he grins at your reaction, then lean in and kiss you, whispering in your ears as pulls back “All night long…”

Your body literally convulses a little at his word, and thinking that he has already shot his cum inside you, as well as that old guy at the shoot today, you decide to throw caution to the wind and risk it this time. “Yes… yes I’ll do it, just fuck me please” you say, desperation in your husky voice.

“Good…” he smiles, a superior and smug look on his face as he penetrates your pussy and pulls you down.

“Oh…” you moan as you take his entire cock in and straddling him in the hot tub you begin to move your hips, riding him with your arms grasping his shoulders and orgasm quickly approaching as your body get what it was yearning. In the back of your mind you wonder what you should do about the whole pregnancy idea, not really wanting to do it but this man has a weird influence on you, ‘I’ll have to think about that later, now I need to scratch this itch!’ you think.

“That’s it, your horny slut!” he hiss at you, sitting back in the water he lets you satisfy your need, his hands roaming your body, pinching and tugging your hard nipples, squeezing your ass and breast. “You want this cock don’t you?” he say, “You need to get fucked all day, everyday…” he keeps talking and you only reply with moans and gasps as you bounce in his lap. “Yeah, you know you’ve made the right decision, right?” he tells you, turning your head to make eye contact, “You seemed ****, but you get off on men shooting their cum inside you… I’ve seen, doll… you shouldn’t worry about it, I’ll take care of you… and we’ll make good dough” he say, and his words does strike a chord in you.

“Oh…” is your only reply, feeling very submissive around him and your body close to orgasm means you can’t muster any reply.

“That’s right… I’ll take care of you, even when your body swells up and all…” he smiles at you, as he feels your pussy spasm at the thought, “Yeah… you want it honey!” he continues.

Feeling the orgasm hit and wanting to shut him up you lock your mouth over his. Screaming in pleasure as you convulse in his lap, your inner walls gripping his hard pole hard, his tongue pushing into your mouth and your breast pushed against his naked chest. You keep moving your hips until the orgasm passes and then pulls your mouth off his, embracing him as you sit in his lap, his still hard cock buried inside of you.

“You’re such a hot fuck doll…” he whisper in your ear, “You love this… maybe you don’t know it yet doll, but you want this…” he say, his arms around you, roaming your naked back, “You need a man who can tell you what to do, right?” he ask, and pulls your head back to look you in the eyes again.

“Yes…” you reply, not sure if you mean it or just say it to satisfy him.

“Good girl” he leans in and kisses you.

He guides you onto the edge of the tub, making you lie on your back. You moan as he enters you body again and now it’s his turn to work himself to orgasm, thrusting deep and hard into your body. He grunts, his breathing ragged, and you moan in please, with the occasional delighted scream as you just lay there. You soon feel the now all too familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm as you stare into the night sky, lots of stars visible tonight and when you turn your head you get the view of the city lights, and the thought of where you are and who’s thrusting between your legs send you over the edge.

“Damn… build to fuck” he mutters under his breath as he feel you cum and sees you arch you back, thrusting you breast up.

You cum another couple of times, and when you look past the hard pounding and Mr. Crassle’s dominating demeanor being out here in the tub, at night, are almost romantic and that only amplifies your orgasms.

With a grunt you feel him tense up and then his cock expands a little before he coats the walls of your pussy with cum, not pulling out until he has emptied his balls completely. He leans over you, giving you a deep and gentle kiss, before pulling you back into the water where his sits next to you. You kiss and fondle each other, like you where his girlfriend and had not in fact spend the day performing in his porn videos.

Later you’re in the lounge, Mr. Crassle sit on the couch and you kneel in front of him, bobbing your head over his renewed hard on. His robe is pulled open and the silk robe you’d put on is on the floor.

“Oh yes…” he grunt, “Lay back doll…” he then say, pushing your head off his cock.

“Mmm… yes sir” you giggle playfully, enjoying the feel of the soft rug against your back. Invitingly you spread your legs wide and gasp in pleasure as he enters you, your legs almost by their own accord wraps around him as he thrusts into you, at a slower pace than the other couplings you’ve had today.

Pulling him in with your legs and clawing at his back you cum several times, your moans fill his mansion. For some reason the feeling of this dominating man taking you gently is a huge turn-on and you feel even more compelled to satisfy him as orgasm after orgasm wash over you. Finally he grunts and shoots another load inside your pussy before slumping over you.

You kiss him but he doesn’t really return it. He just gets up and walks to his liquor cabinet to pour a drink.

Closing your eyes, you enjoy the afterglow of your latest series of orgasms. The feeling of his cum inside of you reminds you of your dilemma regarding Mr. Crassle’s plan for you. You thoughts are interrupted by the doorbell, and your eyes shoots open… who can that be you wonder and looks to the clock in the lounge, it’s almost midnight.

“Why don’t you be good girl and go see who that is?” Mr. Crassle say, sipping a glass of whisky, dressed in his robe again. You nod and drag yourself off the floor, wrapping the silk robe around you before heading for the door, ‘Who can it be?’ you think as you walk barefooted across the hall.