The First Client

Atlas stood sat patiently waiting in his private room, there was a knock at the door, and Atlas's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see Madame Elara standing in the doorway with a woman he had never seen before.

"Atlas," Madame Elara said, her voice husky with experience. "This is Ms. Thompson, CEO of Thompson Incorporated. She has requested your services for tonight."

Atlas nodded, trying to compose himself as he took in Ms. Thompson's imposing figure. She was a tall, statuesque woman with piercing green eyes and raven-black hair that fell down her back like a waterfall.

Ms. Thompson smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement as she stepped forward into the room. "Hello, Atlas," she said, her voice husky and confident. "I have a special request for you tonight."

Atlas nodded, "Yes Ma'am, whatever you require", he gestured for Ms. Thompson to take a seat on the couch.

"I'd like a sensual body massage," she said, her eyes locked on his. "But not just any massage, Atlas. I want it to be...intense. I want to feel slightly powerless, if you can understand what I mean."

Atlas nodded, trying to process the request. He had never been asked for something like this before, but he was willing to try.

"Of course," he said, his voice low and smooth as he gestured for Ms. Thompson to lie down on the massage table.

"I want you to take me however you like," she said, her voice husky with desire. "I want you to fuck me hard and fast, to take me from behind without warning. I want you to be completely in control of my body. Fuck me as many times as you like, treat me like a whore , to be used, degraded"

Atlas's eyes narrowed as he listened, a thrill running through him at the thought of taking Ms. Thompson like that.

"And what about names?" he asked.

Ms. Thompson shrugged, a smile playing on her lips.

"Call me whatever you want," she said, her voice husky with desire. "Screw me in the ass, tell me I'm your slut, call me a dirty little girl. I don't care what you say, just take control of me and make me feel like yours."

Atlas nodded.

"I think we can do that," he said, his voice husky with desire.

Ms. Thompson smiled, a look of anticipation on her face.

Atlas nodded, processing her request. "Of course," he said, his voice low and smooth as he gestured for Ms. Thompson to undress and lie down on the massage table. As she peeled off her business suit, revealing a lacy black bra and panties underneath, she took those off too. Ms. Thompson felt a thrill of excitement run through her. This was what she had been waiting for all day - the chance to indulge in her desires.

She walked over to the massage table, where Atlas was already setting up his equipment. she climbed onto the table and lay back against the padded surface. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, feeling the tension in her body begin to build. Being a CEO and in charge all the time was sometimes exhausting, it was times like these where she needed to feel powerless

Atlas began to work on her muscles, his fingers tracing the curves of her skin as he massaged away the knots and kinks. Ms. Thompson felt herself relax, her breathing slowing down as she let Atlas take control. But she knew that this was just the beginning. She had told Atlas what she wanted - what she needed. And now it was time to see if he could deliver. As Atlas continued to massage her body, Ms. Thompson's mind began to wander back to her desires. She wanted to feel powerless, to be taken by a man who would show no mercy. She wanted to be called names, to be treated like a slut.

And she knew that Atlas was the perfect man for the job.

She lay on the table, her eyes closed and her body relaxed, as Atlas worked his magic on her skin. But deep down, Ms. Thompson was seething with anticipation - waiting for the moment when Atlas would take control, and show her what it meant to be truly dominated.

As Atlas began to work out the tension in Ms. Thompson's muscles, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at her confidence and poise. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to ask for it.

He started by massaging her feet, his fingers working out the knots and kinks as he gently manipulated her toes. Ms. Thompson moaned in pleasure, her eyes closing in bliss as Atlas worked his magic.

But then he moved on to more intimate areas. He began to massage her pussy, his fingers tracing the curves of her vulva as he worked. Ms. Thompson's breathing quickened, her body tensing up as she approached a near climax for the first time.

"mm mm" she gasped, her voice husky with desire. "Yes...like that."

Atlas nodded, trying to process what was happening as he continued to massage her pussy with gentle strokes. He brought her to a near climax once again, this time teasing her clitoris with light touches before pulling back and starting over. Ms. Thompson's body arched up off the table, her hands reaching out to grasp Atlas's arms as she tried to pull him closer. But he held back, his fingers dancing across her skin as he worked her towards another near climax.

This time, Atlas was more aggressive in his touch. He began to massage Ms. Thompson's tits with firm strokes, his thumbs tracing the curves of her nipples as he worked. She gasped in pleasure, her body tensing up once again as she approached a near climax for the third time. Atlas pulled back just when it seemed like she was about to come, teasing her clitoris with light touches before starting over again. Ms. Thompson's breathing quickened, her body thrashing back and forth on the table as she tried to reach that elusive peak. Atlas stopped and asked her to turn off, which she did.

As she turned over and got comfy, Atlas walked around to the front of the massage table , dropped his trousers, it was now time to use this 'slut' as she requested, he was about to take control, and then, without another word, Atlas leaned forward , grabbed a handful of hair and thrust himself into Ms. Thompson's mouth. "Suck me, slut," he growled, his voice low and rough. "Take my cock deep into your throat and show me how much you want it."

Ms. Thompson felt a rush of excitement at the command, her body responding to the dominance in Atlas's voice. She opened her mouth wider, letting him thrust deeper into her throat, feeling the back of her tongue stretch around his girth.

"Ah, that's it," Atlas whispered, his hands grasping her hair as he began to fuck her mouth with a fierce intensity. "You're such a dirty little slut, taking my cock like this."

Ms. Thompson gagged slightly on the invasion, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she took another deep breath and let Atlas continue, feeling him hit the back of her throat with each thrust.

"You like it when I call you names, don't you?" Atlas taunted, his voice dripping with seduction. "You love being my dirty little slut, don't you?"

Ms. Thompson's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself getting more and more turned on. She couldn't believe what was happening - that she was actually enjoying this, actually wanting to be dominated by Atlas like this.

"Yes," she moaned, the sound barely audible over the sound of Atlas's heavy breathing.

"Good slut," Atlas whispered, his hands tightening in her hair as he continued to fuck her mouth with a fierce intensity. "You're such a good little slut."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Atlas walked around to the other side of the massage table. He grasped Ms. Thompson's hips, pulling her forward as he entered her from behind. His cock wet from her mouth, he slid in with a few gentle tries as he was quite big

Ms. Thompson moaned in pleasure, her body arching back against Atlas's as he pumped into her with a ferocity that left them both breathless. Atlas pinned her to the table, his hands grasping her wrists as he held her in place.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," he growled, his voice husky with desire.

Ms. Thompson nodded, her eyes flashing up at him with a fierce intensity in their gaze. "Yes...do it."

As Atlas continued to pump into her, Ms. Thompson's body began to tense up once again. But this time, she didn't try to pull back or stop him. Instead, she let herself go, her body arching back against Atlas's as she came hard and fast.

"You're a dirty little slut," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "And you deserve to be fucked in the ass."

Ms. Thompson felt a jolt of excitement as Atlas prepared her ass , this time with lubricant. She knew what was coming next, but she couldn't help herself - she wanted it.

"mm mmm , yes" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.

With that, Atlas thrust himself into her waiting ass, feeling the tight ring of muscles relax around him as he began to fuck her with a fierce intensity. Ms. Thompson screamed in pleasure, her body bucking up off the table as Atlas continued to pound into her.

"You're so good," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You take everything I give you and ask for more."

Ms. Thompson nodded, her body arching up off the table as she felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She knew that this was it - the moment when Atlas made her come for the second time. And then, in a flash of intense pleasure, she did. Ms. Thompson screamed out loud, her body bucking up off the table as Atlas continued to pound into her ass. She felt a rush of release wash over her, followed by a wave of exhaustion that left her feeling limp and spent.

As she lay there, trying to catch her breath, Atlas finally pulled out and stood up, his cock still throbbing with desire.

"That was good," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "But I'm not done yet."

Ms. Thompson lay on her stomach, still feeling the aftershocks of Atlas's intense fucking. She knew that he wasn't done yet - not by a long shot. As she waited for him to take her again,

"Get on your hands and knees," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "I want you to suck my cock again."

Ms. Thompson complied, scrambling into position. She felt a thrill of excitement run through her body as she looked up at the sight of him standing over her, his cock glistening with her own juices. With a sudden burst of intensity, Atlas thrust himself forward, pushing his cock deep into Ms. Thompson's waiting mouth. She gagged slightly on the invasion, but then relaxed into it, her tongue wrapping around his shaft as she began to suck with all the **** she could muster.

Atlas groaned in pleasure, his hands grasping her hair as he fucked her mouth with a fierce intensity. "You're so good at this," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "You make me feel like I'm going to come just from your sucking."

Ms. Thompson moaned in response, her body bucking up off the floor as Atlas continued to pound into her mouth. She felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, but before she could reach it, Atlas suddenly pulled out and reached for his own cock. With a sudden burst of energy, he sprayed his cum all over Ms. Thompson's face, covering her cheeks and nose in a thick layer of sticky liquid white. She screamed in shock, her eyes snapping open as she looked up at the sight of him standing over her, his cock still pulsing with release.

"Ah, yeah," Atlas whispered, his voice low and husky. "I'm so glad I could share that with you."

Ms. Thompson lay there, feeling the cum drip off her face as she struggled to catch her breath. She knew that she was in shock - but at the same time, a part of her was thrilled by what had just happened. As she looked up at Atlas, still standing over her with a triumphant grin on his face, Ms. Thompson couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. She had never been treated like this before - and yet, somehow, it felt right.

"I think I need to clean up," she whispered finally, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.

Atlas helped Ms. Thompson to her feet, wrapping a towel around her waist as he led her to the shower. They stood together under the warm water, Atlas gently washing away the cum from her face and body. As they rinsed off, Ms. Thompson couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Atlas. Despite his intense and sometimes dominating behavior, she had felt a connection with him that she hadn't expected.

"Thank you," she whispered finally, her eyes meeting his as he handed her a towel to dry off with. "I really needed that."

Atlas smiled, his face softening for a moment before he nodded in understanding. "You're welcome," he said quietly. "I'm just glad I could help." As they dressed and made their way back to the main area of the brothel, Madam Elara appeared out of nowhere, a satisfied smile on her face.

"How was your session?" she asked, her eyes flicking between Ms. Thompson and Atlas with interest.

Ms. Thompson hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "It was...intense," she said finally. "But I enjoyed it."

Madam Elara nodded, her expression pleased. "I knew you would," she said quietly. "You have a certain...spark within you that responds well to dominant men like Atlas here."

Ms. Thompson felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she met Atlas's eyes, but he just smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Yes," he said quietly. "She certainly does respond well to me."

Madam Elara leaned forward, a conspiratorial look on her face. "I think we're going to have to keep an eye on you two," she whispered. "You have the potential for some very interesting sessions together."

Ms. Thompson felt a shiver run down her spine as she met Atlas's eyes, but this time, it was with excitement rather than fear.

"I'm game if you are," she said quietly, smiling up at him.

Atlas grinned back, his eyes burning with intensity. "I'm always game," he said quietly, taking her hand in his. Ms Thompson nodded and left the Brothel.