Thread: We Meet Again (AndNich123 & Adam)

He opened the door to the bathroom by banging the head of the limp doll he was dragging around into it. Behind the door the bathroom was all set up for what could have been a nice romantic date - burgundy candles burning with a sweet aroma, a steaming bubble bath waiting for what was suppose to have been equally steaming sex, even a silver bowl with strawberries and chocolate pralines with a large bouquet of red roses in a crystal vase next to it on a small table next to the bath tub. It was every girls dream for a romantic anniversary, were it not for the pantie-less sobbing mess of a girl that was being pushed into the room. James grabbed around Tess throat with both hands, squeezing just hard enough for her only to be barely able to breath. With that grip he lifted her up until she was standing on her tip toes, but he still had to look down to be able to see into her blue eyes. A cold determination had replaced the unrestrained anger that had ravaged him earlier. Even though the sweat was still glistering on his forehead, he breathed calmly now and his lineament were carved in stone just like you would expect on an experienced business executive. You still don't get it Tess, do you? he asked with an disdainful voice. I have no interest in wooing you, buying you flowers and shit. Why would I want to date a fucking bimbo like you? A barbie doll would make more interesting conversation. He chuckled at his own remark, an annoying habit he seemed to have. All I want from you is three holes to fuck, because that is all you have to offer. And that I can get buy paying you less than I make while on coffee brake. With those words he hurled her petite body away like it were nothing but a rag doll, throwing her down so she landed with her bottom on the cold tiles of the floor. Her head banged into the little table, toppling the strawberries and the chocolate and the roses over into the bath where they bobbed up and down in the backwash from the crash. Sometime during the hustle the music had stopped - Herr Francek and his orchestra had reached the end of the symphony - but James continued to whistle the melody of the waltz in a bright major scale. Not letting her rest for long on the floor, he grabbed her hair and pulled her up onto her knees, just to bend her body over the side of the bath tub so her thighs were pressed against the cold metal of the fashionably black bath tub and her face hovered just above the foamy surface of the water, held in place by his firm grip. Bent forward, with her dress still pushed up over her ass and her panties lost somewhere on the way to the bathroom she gave him a marvelous view of her sex. Still whistling, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his already fully erect cock. He was not one to brag about such a thing, but both of the two previous prostitutes he had had the dubious pleasure of meeting had complained about it's size. The first one was not able to get it all inside her pussy when she tried to ride him - It's to thick! she had concluded - and the second one had just shaken her head and refused even though he had payed extra for anal that time. But this time the hooker would not be in a position to protest. First he slowly slid the head of his hard member up and down between her pussy lips, but just as he was about to plunge it in he changed his mind. He had always wanted to try anal, in high school that and Tess was all he had thought about while he jerked off. Now he had the opportunity to try out both at the same time. Why wait? He pressed his warm cock in between her ass cheeks instead, just gently poking at the entrance to her back ally, and asked Are you ready, slut?