"You're my whore, and you're going to fuck your ass hard with that bottle, while your worthless empty cunt drips down on it." I fucked myself harder, getting more and more horny from thinking about her. The phone moved fast and deep inside my wet pussy while I moaned loud and unrestrained, certain nobody could hear me. "Oh yes," Paola wrote. "My cunt is not worth getting fucked like this. I deserve to be taken only in the ass." I smiled, imagining her discover the pleasure and pain of anal penetration.
I felt myself getting closer, needing a little more to push me over the edge, so I began suckling on the marker while I wrote back: "Mmmh, you're an obedient little slut." She replied: "I want you to use me." I felt depraved and wicked, wanting to see how far this little bitch would go, so I wrote: "Then fuck yourself hard, and when you come, I want you to release your pee and juice on the floor, and lick it up." This seemed to give her what she needed, and the thought turned myself on so much that I quickly lodged the marker in my twitching ass while I fucked myself hard.
I came, gasping and jerking, groaning loud and then releasing a shrill scream as I pulled my hair. I fell back into my leather chair, sitting now in a puddle, just breathing deeply for a few moments, enjoying the moment as I let the feeling slowly subside. Another email had arrived in my inbox. It showed Paola, on all fours, licking at a wet puddle on the floor, her tits dangling down into it as she looks up at the camera. She looked happy and at peace, smiling with her tongue out, a pretty woman despite her age. "Thank you," she wrote. "That was just what I needed."
Suddenly I heard the phone click, and beep. Somebody on the other end had just hung up. I shrieked up and looked at the display. I must've accidentally redialed the last call with my foot, as it showed a conversation of 12 minutes had just ended. The number was that of our client, although she never said a word about it.