Rough

He doesn't mix pleasantries with you. He's very direct, and sure of what he wants from you. "I like it rough" he tells you. "Now let's get you naked, and bent over my desk."

You stand there, kind of dumbfounded. What just happened? You're not sure what to do as you attempt to process everything.

"Get your clothes off, or I'll rip them off of you!" Paul suddenly bellows.

Frightened, you jump, then start removing every stitch of clothing you have on. Paul watches you intently as you quickly strip down to your underwear. You feel so dirty and cheap right now. It's not that you don't like sex. You love sex, but on your own terms, and no one else's. No one has ever treated you like this before. Your bra finally hits the ground, followed by your panties. You step out of them, kicking them over to the rest of your clothes.

Paul walks around you, and inspects you. First he tweaks your nipples, and gives them a twist and a tug. It hurts, but you have a feeling you shouldn't complain, because things might get worse if you do. Next he circles around to your back side, and takes an appraising look at your ass. He runs the knife edge of his hand up your ass crack, sending chills up your spine. Then he leans into you. "I'm gonna have fun fucking that ass of yours. It's a very fine ass, just built for fucking," he whispers. He returns to face you, and he looks down between your legs. He looks at your bush, and frowns. "Shave that off. I like my women nice and baby smooth down there." He then takes a feel of your labia, and smiles. "Nice and soft, and ready for pounding," he comments. Then he sticks a finger inside you, and wiggles it around. "Why Amy, I do believe you're soaking wet from all of this."

You don't answer, mostly because you're not sure what to say. You just look down at your feet, and watch as he withdraws his glistening finger from inside your tight little fuck tube.

"Well, since you have a jungle protecting your man hole, I won't fuck you today. You get that shaved off, permanently." He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a wad of bills. "Go to a nice salon, and get that bush taken care of. Consider this an advance for services rendered."

You take the wad of cash, glancing at it. It looks like mostly hundred dollar bills. How many of them, you can't be sure. "So, what do you want me to do today for you?"

"That's a good question," he says. laying a finger on his chin. "Have you ever been skull fucked?"