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COPYRIGHT 27 NOVEMBER 1999 BY VERYWIERD


The following is a short encounter between a sadistic man 
and a prostitute. It is based on experiences from all over 
the world and hence may not match the usual practices of 
your particular locality, so please no complaints about how 
'they do not do it that way'. There is no story line or 
moral lesson and the whole thing is in one long chapter. 
You have been warned.




The television blared the new headlines for the twentieth 
time today as I paced nervously around the hotel room in my 
T-shirt and shorts. My hair was still wet from the shower 
and the minty taste of toothpaste assured me that my breath 
was suitable for public consumption. A quick glance at my 
watch told me that it was two minutes later than when I had 
last checked. The lady at the escort agency had said that 
it would take thirty minutes. Forty nine minutes had 
elapsed since I had hung up the telephone. The room 
suddenly felt too chilly. Perhaps I should turn down the 
air-conditioning?

A tap on the door. My heart gave a lurch as I walked over 
and peeked through the view hole. It would not be cool to 
get all worked up over room service. I sigh with relief. 
The fish-eye lens of the peep hole reveals a young woman in 
a neat dress. She has long black hair and, thankfully, she 
is pretty. I undo the security chain and open the door. She 
smiles, slightly uncertain, and there is a awkward two 
second pause as we both look each other over. 

'Come in' I say, stepping back. She nods and walks past me 
and into the room. I see her eyes scan the room, taking in 
my luggage and assessing the quality of my clothes and 
cologne. I close the door, making sure that it is safely 
locked and that the 'Please do not disturb' sign is hanging 
on the outside handle. Taking a deep breath, I turn around 
and walk towards her, my mind busily assembling the stock 
phrases that custom dictates have to be used in this kind 
of situation.

'Hello'

'Hello'

I grin like an idiot and then go on to the next stupid 
question.

'You are from the Agency?'

A nod.

'Uh, did they tell you what I er, want?'

She grins. 'You are a sadist and you want to hit me, 
right?'

'Er, yes. Are you sure that you are o.k. with that? I don't 
want to have you run away screaming'

'No problem' she replies as she leans closer and gives me a 
quick kiss on the lips. Her words and her willingness start 
a throbbing in my pants. I reach for her and we spend a few 
very enjoyable minutes French kissing, our tongues 
wrestling and probing, while my hands have a chance to 
explore the firmness of her body. She smells and feels 
good, soft and hard at the same time.

The next silly question. 'What's your name?'

'Natasha' she replies. Well, the agency did say that she 
was part Russian and part a bunch of other races, so I 
guess the name was appropriate.

'Hello Natasha'. I stick out my hand and she shakes it, 
giggling. With the preliminaries over, Natasha starts to 
undress, unzipping her boots and putting them neatly under 
a chair. Her skirt and blouse follow, all removed with 
that particular efficiency that is part of the trade craft 
of a prostitute. It is a hot day, and she asks me if it is 
o.k. for her to take a shower before we get started. I 
agree, so I go back to watching the news again, but this 
time with a tent in my pants. I always find it odd that 
despite their unconcern with being naked in my presence, 
almost all of the girls in my experience close and lock the 
door when showering.

The sound of splashing water stops, and a minute later 
Natasha pops out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white 
hotel towel. She sits down next to me on the edge of the 
bed, her long wet hair brushing my face as she turns. She 
takes my hand and the formalised conversation starts up 
again. She asks me my name, where I am from, is this the 
first time that I have used her agency. I reply as 
truthfully as I can, keeping the conversation light and 
taking every opportunity to make jokes or silly comments 
about myself. I have found from experience that the ladies 
respond better if they do not feel that they are with a 
pompous ass with an inflated ego. Naturally, my hands start 
wandering during the conversation, stroking her damp bare 
thighs and kissing the back of her hand.

After a decent interval, I gently tap the folds of the 
towel covering Natasha's chest and smile. She correctly 
interprets this as a request to bare her breasts, which she 
does with a simple tug on the towel. She has nice breasts, 
not very large, but firm and young looking, the nipples 
nicely formed and brownish pink in colour.

'Very nice' I comment, brushing her breast lightly with my 
fingertips.

'Thank you. They are too small though. I am thinking of 
getting a boob job. Men like large tits' she replies.

I shake my head, frowning. 'Not all men. I like yours just 
the way they are. Big plastic tits look silly'. I bend and 
plant a kiss on the top slope of her left breast for 
emphasis. This leads to more mouth to mouth as she snuggles 
up to me. I decide that it is time for a little test. I 
start to play with her nipple, rolling and tugging at the 
pink morsel of flesh. I feel it stiffen and rise under my 
fingertips, fitting nicely in my grip. I give the captive 
nipple a little squeeze, drawing Natasha's attention to 
what I am doing. She tightens the grip of her arms around 
me, but does not move otherwise. Gradually, I allow the 
pressure of my fingers to increase until I am sure that 
Natasha can not fail to miss what I am doing. Then I pause 
again, giving her every chance to object. Again, she does 
not pull away and we stay locked in our French kiss. 
Finally I let my fingers close into a definite pinch, 
crushing her nipple in the vise of my thumb and forefinger.

Natasha makes a low humming sound but the pressure of her 
lips on mine and the activity of her tongue actually 
increase, although I judge that she must be feeling a fair 
amount of pain. I release her nipple and switch to her 
other breast. This time I clamp down right away, fairly 
sure that she is able and willing to take at least this 
level of punishment. Natasha breaks away from our extended 
kiss an issues a hiss of pain, drawing breath in through 
her clenched teeth. I squeeze harder, twisting my fingers. 
Another hiss, her head thrown back and her eyes closed.

Satisfied for the moment, I relax my fingers and gently 
soothe her crushed nipple. Natasha sighs in relief. I catch 
her eye and ask her if she is all right.

'Fine' she says, smiling reassuringly. I give her a hug, 
showing my appreciation. Quickly stripping off my T-shirt 
and pants, I climb into the bed, drawing Natasha down with 
me. Taking advantage of the greater accessibility of her 
body, I let my hands roam, mapping her body with my touch. 
I run my hands up and down her back, tickling her at the 
base of her spine before moving on to her buttocks. I 
savour the smooth solid curves of her bum, and then gently 
probe the warm crevice between. Drawing the cheeks apart, I 
slip my index finger in deeper until I am touching her arse 
hole. I run my fingertip around the hole and I feel her 
sphincter muscles tighten in reaction.

My hand resumes it's journey, sliding over her hip and down 
the long smooth expanse of her thigh. Natasha obligingly 
bends her leg, bringing her calf and foot into reach. 
Bending down to touch her toes, I find her nipple in front 
of my face. I begin to suckle, circling the stiff bud with 
the tip of my tongue. In the meantime, my hand has found 
it's way to the inside of her thigh, sliding across the 
surprisingly cool silken skin. Natasha's thighs 
instinctively close on my hand as it nears the juncture of 
her legs. I tap her upper thigh with my fingers and she 
obediently spreads her legs for me. As my hand cups the 
stiff crinkly pad of hair, I glory in the sheer freedom 
that I am have been granted. Natasha is open to me in a way 
that would be almost impossible with a girlfriend, as I do 
not have to concern myself with her comfort or pleasure 
unless I wish to do so. With this girl I am actually free 
to probe, pinch and squeeze her body as roughly and as 
crudely as I wish, secure in the knowledge that she will 
not complain or resist. In fact, she will make every effort 
to assist me in my efforts!

I toy with her pubic hair, tugging and twining the dark 
strands, but soon I am unable to resist reaching for the 
ultimate goal that hides beneath. Pushing my hand through 
the arch of her loins, I spread my fingers over the lower 
curve of her buttocks, then slip my middle finger into the 
crack and follow the crevice forward, until dampness and a 
small depression beneath my fingertip lets me know that I 
have arrived. I circle the spot with my finger, spreading 
the slick moistness around the portal and over my finger. I 
push, gently at first, then more forcefully, feeling my 
digit sink into her body. Sliding my finger into her vagina 
all the way to the knuckle, I probe the inside of her sex, 
feeling the small ridges and the tight, muscular walls. 
Curling my finger, I feel the hard ridge of her pubic bone. 
Then pushing hard, I reach all the way to the bottom and 
run my fingertip over the slippery bumps of her cervix. 
Natasha patiently endures this rude probing of her inner 
sex, occasionally making an encouraging sound and stroking 
my shoulders and face with her fingers.

Tiring of this sport, I withdraw my finger and bring the 
glistening digit up and show it to Natasha, who pouts, 
punching me playfully. I wipe my hand dry on her hip, and 
then use both hands to gently push her flat onto her back 
and give her a kiss.

'You know what annoys me the most?' I ask rhetorically.

Natasha shakes her head and raises her eyebrows 
questioningly.

'What annoys me is when I am in bed with a girl like you, 
you know, not a girlfriend, and I try to touch her clit and 
she says "Don't touch me there" or "That hurts". It just 
makes me want to play with her clit even more. I want to 
tell her to stick it out and hold still while I do whatever 
I like with it.

Natasha is a smart girl and recognises a hint when it hits 
her on the head. 'You want to play with my clit' she says, 
smiling.

I nod and promise her an extra tip if she will let me do 
whatever I want with her clit. I know that she would have 
done it even without the tip, but I enjoy getting her to 
specifically offer up her clit for my attentions. It is a 
silly little game, but it adds spice.

Natasha spreads her thighs. Using the index and middle 
finger of her right hand she spreads her pussy lips apart. 
Women mostly use one hand when asked to spread their pussy. 
This is seldom satisfactory. Whether you are taking 
photographs or using a whip, you only get a 'good' spread 
if she uses both hands. I tell her this and she spreads 
herself out properly.

I shuffle down between her legs and peer at her exposed 
inner sex. As expected, she is pulling directly to the 
sides, which spreads out her inner labia nicely and gives 
me a nice view of her vagina. However, since it is her clit 
that is the object of this exercise, her 'grip' is still 
not right. I tell her to pull upwards a bit more, and to 
try to draw back the hood of skin from over her clit so 
that it sticks out as much as possible. Finally, everything 
is just right, and I settle down between her legs, my face 
just inches from her pussy.

I give the clit a light kiss, which draws a giggle from 
Natasha.

'O.K. I am going to start now. This may not feel very good' 
I warn her.

Reaching out, I gently brush her clit with my fingertip. 
All this concentration on her clit has made her 
particularly sensitive, and I see her clit pulse and move 
in and out in reaction. I deliberately do not moisten my 
finger or her clit as I intend my touch to irritate rather 
than stimulate. I go straight for the little bud itself and 
amuse myself for a while by rubbing my finger over and 
across Natasha's clit. It withdraws from my touch like a 
sea anemone hiding from a predatory fish. Unlike the 
anemone, her clit does not have a protective coral shell 
and Natasha cannot keep the necessary muscles tensed for 
very long, so her clit soon exposes itself again to more of 
my unwelcome attentions. I mentally review all the magazine 
articles and books that explain in exquisite detail how a 
woman's clitoris should be handled, and then proceed to do 
the exact opposite. With ungentle fingers, I rub, squeeze 
and pull the centre of her sex, savouring the tiny quivers, 
gasps and twitches of her hips as Natasha forces herself to 
keep her clit helplessly exposed to my touch. What fun! I 
decide to escalate the stimulation a bit.

'I want you to try to keep still for as long as you can' I 
tell her, although I know that she will be forced to move 
eventually. Placing my fingertip right over her blushing 
clit, I start to rapidly brush it from side to side as if I 
were strumming a guitar. Natasha's body jerks from the 
intense and continuous irritation centered between her 
thighs. Very slowly her hips start to involuntarily arch 
upwards as the muscles of her buttocks and thighs tense. 
Her belly hardens into a flat, rippling plane and she 
begins to moan. The muscles of my wrist and arm begin to 
ache, but I maintain the pace, vibrating my fingertip 
across her clit like a windscreen wiper gone mad. Glancing 
up, I see her bite her lower lip and squeeze her eyes shut 
as the overpowering sensation batters at her self control. 
Suddenly she breaks and she rolls over, her hands pressed 
over her groin and her thighs tightly squeezed together.

'Whooh!' she yelps, looking unsure if she wants to laugh or 
cry. She glances at me, afraid that I am angry. I grin 
reassuringly at her and scramble over the sheets to lie 
down beside her again.

'I'm sorry,' she says 'I tried, but I couldn't keep still'

I laugh and kiss her. 'Its o.k.' I assure her 'You did 
fine. Thank you'. I hug her and let her rest for a moment, 
enjoying the feel of her body in my arms and the heady 
mixture of smells, hair, skin and perfume. She begins to 
relax, and we chat a bit, laughing over what I just did. I 
let the conversation fade off for a moment, letting her see 
that I am thinking.

'A little later, I want to play with your clit again, but 
this time it will hurt' I say to her. 'I want to try 
something new'

'What?' she asks.

'You know that I like to cane or beat women...' I check to 
see that she is paying attention. She nods, so I continue. 
'But your clit is too sensitive to beat with a cane, and a 
whip or something is not accurate enough to hit just the 
clit. So, I thought of using this' I said, producing a 
rubber band from my pocket. It is one of those thick brown 
rubber bands, slightly less than a quarter of an inch wide 
and long enough to fit around my wrist without stretching.

Natasha makes a face and then looks puzzled. She asks me 
how I intend to use it. I demonstrate on the bed. I poke 
the sheet with my finger. 'This is your clit'. I loop the 
rubber band over my thumb and index finger and then 
position those two digits to either side of the dummy 
'clit', the double strips of rubber lying flat across the 
spot with the middle of the lower strand centered on the 
'clit'. With my other hand I grip both strips at the center 
point and pull them up about and inch and a half. I release 
the bands, which snap down to strike the sheets with an 
impressive 'Crack!'.

'Let me see, let me see' she cries, snatching at the band. 
She twangs the band like the strings of a guitar, getting 
the feel of it, then places it on her thigh. She pulls, 
releases, 'Ow!' she yelps, rubbing at the red mark on the 
skin of her thigh. She nods thoughtfully, realising that 
the floppy length of rubber is a torture instrument to be 
respected.

'You want to do it now?' she asks, almost eagerly.

I shake my head. 'Later' I reply, grinning.

Natasha realises how strange her enthusiasm sounds and 
grins in return. 'I am just curious to see how it will 
feel'

I slap at her buttocks and reach across the bed to pick up 
my rattan cane. 'Lie face down on the bed and stick your 
buttocks up'. Time for an old fashioned 'six of the best'.

She kneels on the bed, face on the sheets and her hips high 
in the air. I push her knees apart, run my hands over her 
taut skin and then lash out with the cane. The rod strikes 
her flesh with a satisfying impact, making an impressive 
mark. This is something that Natasha is familiar with, and 
she stays completely still, content to let me do all the 
work. I snap the cane against her buttocks with my wrist, 
letting the length and weight of the rod supply the force. 
After six, I asks her whether she is all right.

'No problem' she replies, her voice muffled by the sheets.

I run my hand over her upraised curves, feeling the heat 
and stiff ridged raised by the cane. I hit her another six 
times, turning her buttocks bright red. She flops down on 
the bed with a sigh of relief, rubbing her sore bum. I take 
care to thank her. I feel that positive feedback is very 
important, even when she has been paid. From experience I 
find that a little respect and simple courtesy is usually 
rewarded by a much more enthusiasm on the part of the girl.

Rest time again and I get both of us a soft drink. Sipping 
our drinks, we start kissing and fooling around again, with 
me doing my best to make her feel good and relaxed. I lick 
gently on her nipples, sucking both of them until they rise 
up firm and stiff. I kiss her hands and run my tongue up 
her arms and back to her lips. Kissing my way down her 
chest and belly, I finally snuggle my head between her 
thighs and begin kissing and licking at her pussy. I like 
giving oral sex and spend a good long time working on her 
pussy and clit. Natasha closes her eyes and turns her head 
to one side, almost resting her chin on her shoulder. She 
starts to buck and thrust her hips. The plane of her belly 
stretches out in front of my eyes, and I see the tiny 
muscular ripples that usually indicate the onset of an 
orgasm. Locking my lips around her clit, I suck her clit up 
between my lips. Keeping it wet with my saliva, I flick her 
little bud with the tip of my tongue, up and down, around 
and side to side. I feel her thighs tense and she begins to 
moan. I increase the pace of my tongue and grab hold of her 
thighs to keep her pussy in front of my mouth. She cums, 
flailing her arms and clutching at the well rumpled sheets, 
her moans getting louder as I continue working on her clit. 
It gets hard to tell where one orgasm ends and another 
starts, but I keep at it until I feel her hands pushing at 
the top of my head. With a last gentle lick, I stop and 
pull away. My face and chin are sopping wet, covered with 
all kinds of fluids. I had the foresight to keep a face-
towel close by and I use it to mop up the mess.

I sit cross legged beside Natasha, looking down at her 
sleepy looking face. 'Good?' I ask. She nods tiredly and 
brushes at her tousled hair. Teasing, I ask if she wants 
some more. She winces and says 'no' telling me that she is 
too sensitive and that she has had enough for the moment.

Back to the kissing and groping again, but this time I 
start to get naughty. My wandering hands pinch instead of 
just caress. I pinch her nipples and her buttocks. I reach 
deep between the cheeks and pinch the soft skin around her 
anus. Natasha is breathing harder, and her kisses become 
fiercer and more forceful, as if she were channeling the 
stinging of her flesh into passion. I pinch my way up the 
insides of both of her thighs and finally start to work on 
her inner labia, pulling, twisting and pinching the 
slippery wet flesh. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her 
whole body tense with the pain as I clamp down hard on her 
pussy lips.

She pulls away and gasps 'I want to try the rubber band 
now'. She spreads her legs and opens out her pussy the way 
that I have taught her. I slip the rubber band over my 
fingers and place them in position. Taking care not to grip 
her flesh, I draw the twin strips up, taking careful aim. 
Natasha lifts her head up, resting on her elbows as she 
stares down between her legs.

'Ready?' I ask.

'Yes' she replies tersely.

'SNAP!'

The bands strike squarely on her clit, the movement almost 
too fast too see.

For half a second, Natasha does not move. Then her thighs 
clamp shut and she rolls over on the bed in a fetal 
position. Facing away from me, her voice sounds soft and 
breathless. 'That really hurts'. She is still for a moment 
and I get worried. Then she rolls onto her back and shakes 
her head, flinging her hair about like a wet dog.

'Wow!' she exclaims.

'Are you all right?' I ask. She nods, but I insist on 
taking a look at her clit to check for damage. To my 
relief, she looks perfectly normal. 'Do you think that you 
can take any more of that?' I ask. She considers it for a 
minute and then replies 'Maybe a few more'.

Her reply brings my cock up to full stand again and I 
decide to bring the session, literally, to a climax. 'I 
want you to suck me off Natasha, but just before I cum I 
will pull out and use the rubber band on you and then I 
want to cum in your mouth'. Natasha nods her understanding.

'Do you think that you can stand two "snaps" on your clit?' 
I ask. I mean to hit her clit twice in quick succession and 
she correctly interprets my words.

'I will try' she says, and even manages a grin.

I lie back and Natasha begins to work on my cock, licking 
and sucking, her head bobbing up and down in a smooth 
expert rhythm. She has figured out my preferences by now 
and she turns her body around and straddles my head, 
lowering her hips until her pussy is within inches of my 
face. I reach up and spread her lips, gazing at the deep 
pink insides of her sex while her mouth works on my dick. 
Finally, I feel the throbbing tension of an orgasm rising 
up the length of my stiff cock. I tap her hip and Natasha 
flops over onto her back, her legs spreading wide. Her 
hands reach down to spread herself as I bring my trusty 
rubber band into position. My cock gets in the way and I 
have to shuffle back a bit to give myself room to work. I 
stretch out the rubber band, and then pause to burn the 
image of Natasha's waiting clit in my mind. 'SNAP!'. 
Quickly, I grab hold of the bands and once more 'SNAP!'.

Natasha's legs kick wildly in agony and clamp shut as soon 
as I clamber out from between them to straddle her chest. 
Her lower body heaves and writhes from the pain, but she is 
a true professional and her hands reach out to grab at my 
hips and her head lifts, mouth open wide. I bend my swollen 
purple cock down to meet her lips and she begins to suck 
frantically, her tongue sliding around the glans as I rest 
my buttocks comfortably on her breasts. Guiding her head 
gently with my hands, I fuck her mouth, the image of her 
punished pussy glowing in my mind's eye. Suddenly I am 
cumming and I feel my sperm spurting and sliding onto her 
tongue. Natasha stops moving, keeping a steady suction on 
the head of my cock as I throb and jerk between her lips. 
Patiently, she nurses my organ, drawing every drop of cum 
from its length before she carefully pulls away, catching 
that very last drop on her tongue as she swallows my sperm. 
I flop down, literally drained and I kiss her on the lips 
before drawing her into my arms for a nice warm cuddle.

The End.