I’m real pretty, all my boyfriends’ say.My little apartment is walking distance from work andother services I get. I like it that my life ...issimple because then I can spend more time fucking. Ilove to fuck and that is something I am good at, atleast all my boyfriends’ think so. It is important tobe good at something and specially if it makes otherpeople feel good too.My boyfriends are always ready to fuck me. Theircocks are hard as soon as they get their pants off,sometimes. We both found ourselves sharing so much and a trust developed, a deep trust and even a love.Anyway cut to the chase cinders!!!!Our first night we met as Master and sub.....Master picked me up and we went to his hotel to drop the car off. He took me in and we had a glass of wine before heading out to eat. We both knew what we had talked about but now was the time we were alone behind closed doors and I was nervous. The wine just loosened our inhibitions enough to break the ice in a more than. ”“I don’t understand. I mean, I think I do,” I said.“You don’t. Trust me. I’ll break you down, then build you back up into a machine, only to run you until you give out – then keep going.”“Neal, I – ”“Show up here. Tomorrow morning, 8am. If you do, I’ll take a vacation all next week,” he handed me his card, with an address written on the back.“Alright,” I looked at the card, intrigued, and scared, but confident I could fuck his brains out. I’ve done it many times with many different men. Before I could answer he put both hands on my shoulders and started to pound me from behind. His balls slapped my clit hard as he rammed me fast. “Why!?” he asked again. His voice was strained. He reached around and grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard as he continued to fuck me as fast as he could. He then grabbed my arms above the elbows. “Why!?!” he nearly yelled. I had no idea why he was asking, but I couldn’t answer. He was fucking me so hard that I could barely breathe, and when.