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And just like that I found myself in a bad situation. This photographer who I'm meeting for the first time was fucking my mouth. He was relentless. He fucked and fucked my mouth without letting go of my hair. He was in complete control of me and he knew it. He was in control and he would change his pace a lot. First he would slowly shove his dick in my mouth a few times and suddenly he would shove it all the way down my throat. He fucked my mouth deep and hard that I gagged and nearly threw up several times.

"Yeah, good bitch. Don't ever waste my fuckin' time." He barked as he fucked my mouth.

My jaw started to hurt and tears ran down my face. After what felt like fifteen minutes of fucking my face, he shoved his cock in my mouth so deep for about thirty seconds and I could not breath. More tears ran down my face as he finally let go of my hair.

"Stay right there, bitch." He ordered.

He picked up his camera and took photos as I sat there in the middle of the setup trying to hold back from crying. He went back to me and pulled my hair again and showed me what I looked like on the camera.

"Oh I bet you're really sorry now huh. Look at that, you're beautiful when you're sorry." He humiliated me.

I looked like a complete mess. My face was red from all the slapping he gave me. Mascara running down my face. Hair all over my face. Drool all over my chin and chest.

"Don't you look beautiful?" He asked as he pulled my hair back.

Fearing I was going to get slapped more I said "Yes...".

"Yes what?" He added.

"Yes sir." I answered.

SLAP!

"Wrong! From now on you call me master." he said.

"Yes... … master..." I submitted.