Whore Diaries II: Adventures in Independent Escorting by Tara Burns Read Free Book Online

Years ago an ass-sniffing connoisseur told me that the best asses smell like crayons.
     
    “Ooh, Goddess.”  Tom digs his fists in right above where my spine runs into my pelvis, just like I taught him last week.  He's trying to be so subtle and slow about moving his cock back and forth against my ass.
     
    I look over my shoulder, lazily.  “Quit humping my butt, you piece of shit.”
     
    He smiles like it's Christmas morning.  “Yes, Goddess.  Sorry, Goddess.  Thank you, Goddess.”
     
    The thing I like about Tom is that he really gives me both permission and reason to be really, really mean to him.
     
    “You think you deserve to worship my ass?  After humping my leg like a pathetic dog?”
     
    “No, Goddess.  Sorry, Goddess.”  He's staring down at his hard-on, looking genuinely confused. 
     
    “I should sit on your face and smother you with my perfect ass, but you don't deserve it.”
     
    “Yes Goddess.  Sorry Goddess.”
     
    I'm sitting up on the corner of the bed now and he's still standing in front of me, staring down at his throbbing cock.  It looks kind of nice.  I reach out and stroke it.  “Real” dominatrixes aren't supposed to do this, but what the fuck, it's supposed to be about me, right?  If I feel like petting his cock, I will.  I dip my middle finger in pre-cum and swirl it around the head.  He gasps.  I run my hand back down to the base of his cock and gently cup his balls.
     
    “Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, thank you Goddess.  Oh Goddess...” he's chanting.
     
    I squeeze.  Just a little at first.  Then more.
     
    He gasps.  “Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, ohGoddessoh!”
     
    Just before he tries to step back, I let go and swirl my fingers up and down the shaft again. 
     
    “Oh Goddess, oh Goddess...”
     
    I pet his balls with my other hand. 
     
    “Oh Goddess, thank you Goddess...”
     
    I make a circle with my thumb and index finger and twirl around the head.  Then I squeeze with my hand on his balls.  The harder I squeeze the faster I jack his cock, with lube now.
     
    “Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, OH Goddess, thank you Godddess OH!!!  OH!!! Goddess I can't take it!!!”
     
    I  let up with the squeezing a little bit and pull him closer to me by the balls. 
     
    “You absolutely can take it, Tom,” I whisper.  “You know how I can tell?”
     
    “How Goddess?”  He whimpers a little and I laugh.
     
    “Because you are!!!”  I let go and punch him lightly in the balls.
     
    “Thank you! Goddess!”
     
    “Now bend over!”
     
    Spanking, for Tom, is the main course.  It's also a challenge for me to always leave more marks and bigger bruises, to hurt him more than the other dommes.  I grab one of the leather straps and start with back-and-forth slaps, figure eights.  Sweet little stings.
     
    “Thank you Goddess, thank you Goddess, thank you Goddess...”
     
    I step to the side so that I can bring the strap down harder.  I like the way I look like this in the mirror.  Not pretty, but pure and strong and mean.  I use more strength with every stroke until he's jumping and twitching away from me.
     
    “Oh God,” he groans.
     
    I stop.
     
    “What did you say?  There's no fucking gods here!” 
     
    I dig my fingers into his love handle to hold him still while I whip him as hard as I can with the other hand.  He tries to crawl away, but I have him by the fat roll and pull him back. 
     
    “Oh Goddess, thank you Goddess, oh Goddess I can't take it!!!” 
     
    “You are taking it, motherfucker!!!”  I make the next couple strokes even harder, but then I lay off a little.  Hit a couple new areas.  Maybe I shouldn't be quite so aggressive.
     
    “Oh God,” he groans again.
     
    I stop again.  “You're really starting to piss me off with this God shit,” I tell him before I change whips and really start ripping into him.
     
    “Sorry Goddess, thank you Goddess, oh Goddess, thank you...”  He tries to crawl away again, but I