Couple hardcore

I was on my way to my new job at the agency. It was in a seedy hotel. I had to wear a tacky secretary outfit and glasses, escorted by Mindy, who left me outside.

I knocked on the door. A woman in a leather dominatrix outfit opened it.

"You're here from the escort agency."

I nodded, biting my lip in a provocative and slightly vulgar pose. She nodded back, grabbed my red hair, which was in a ponytail, and shoved me inside. I fell to my knees at the feet of a naked man, who glared at me.

"Welcome, little whore. It's your unlucky day. We need to let off some steam."

The man's fingers scrambled roughly through my hair, forcing my face closer. Her breath was hot and acrid, laden with the pungent scent of whiskey. I felt the cold floor bite into my knees, the leather of my skirt riding up.

The woman's laughter echoed from the doorway—a shrill, mocking laugh—before it slammed shut, locking me inside. The woman in leather twirled like a predator, her stiletto heel clicking on the parquet floor.

I put on my most excited, slutty face.

"Do you like being treated like a horny female dog?"

"Oh yes, ma'am."

The man pulled me to my feet and literally ripped my clothes off. I let out a small cry, a mixture of surprise and approving excitement.

The man slammed me against the wall, his rough hands roaming over my skin with brutal greed. I felt his hands encircle my wrists before he raised them above my head, immobilizing me. The dominatrix approached, dragging her red nails across my chest, leaving pinkish marks.

The man slapped me hard. I gasped, feeling like I was about to be tested by these two.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, now pulling my red hair.

I nodded, looking like a slut. He slapped me about ten times across the cheeks before spitting in my face. I kept my expression and admitted I was starting to get aroused.

The man slammed me roughly against the wall, his hand digging into the back of my neck while the other ripped at the rest of my clothes. The fabric snapped with a sharp crack, exposing my skin to the icy air of the room. The dominatrix approached, dragging the tip of her heel along my calf, leaving a dull sting in her wake.

"You're panting like a female dog in heat," she sneered before slapping me again, harder than the previous blows from her husband. My heart was pounding.

She threw me onto the bedroom sofa, as shabby as the building itself suggested.