"...I lay face down with his body atop mine.  “Has a client ever fucked your ass?”  he asked.  “Yes,” I lied.  He placed his hand on my lower back and I felt the full weight of his body as he used it to stabilize and lift himself.  He kicked my legs apart with his knees and grabbed my hips to hoist my ass high in the air.   I panicked, realizing what he intended to do.  My fourth client ever, I’d seen him now several times but he was rougher than the others – and excited me  the most.  “Not that-” I said half-halfheartedly.    “Yes,” he said, distracted as he bent low to grip my bottom and spit on my asshole.    When he pressed the head of his cock into my ass I screamed, and then I began to pant, “okay, okay, okay”.  “Okay?” he asked.  “Yeah, is okay now?” he bent low to growl in my ear while mercilessly burying his full length inside of me causing me to scream again.  “How old are you?” he asked.   “Twenty-two” I answered.   “You know I’m old enough to be your father?” he asked as he pushed his swollen prick inside me tight aching asshole. “Yes,” I answered.  “You know that you’re a filthy slut to be whoring like this?  You’re charging money to let me fuck you like this?”  he asked barely audible because his mouth was moving against my cheek.  “Yes,” I answered, barely breathing.  “Yes, what? ” he instructed.  “Yes, Dr. Dalton,”  I called him by his name as he always told me to when we were together.  He tangled his hand in my hair and yanked face back hard towards his.  He continued to thrust into me as he came, his five ‘o’ clock shadow brushing against my cheek.  He immediately dismissed me to my own bathroom with “clean yourself up, I’m going to fuck you all night...”