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Yep, there’s no doubt about it. Katrina loves being the boss.
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DOMINATING THE ESCORT
Sometimes you just need to fuck the shit out of someone. Like after a particularly tough week at work. Or when you get dumped by your girlfriend. Or screwed over by your cable company. Or after one of the million other random, aggravating things that happen on a daily basis in this fucked up world of ours happens to you. Or maybe for no particular reason at all except that what’s you feel like.
No matter what your motivation is, the best way to protect yourself from unwanted trouble on those occasions is to pay someone money to take a pounding. Nothing gives you the freedom to do what you want like cold, hard cash.
Now, there are thousands upon thousands of places in our inter-connected world where you can find the type of woman you’re looking for. And many of those places you don’t even have to give them money to take what you’re giving. But, like most things in life, you get what you pay for. Which is why hiring a professional escort is by far the best option.
The beauty of this approach is that you always end up with exactly what you want, as long as you’re willing to pay up, of course.
Do you have a hankering for a 5-foot tall, 100 pound, 20-year old blonde spinner with a tiny ass and small tits? Or maybe a 6-foot, 170 pound Amazonian MILF with gigantic tits and a huge rear end? Or something else entirely? Either way, you’re in luck. Whatever style of woman you want is just a phone call away.
And not only that but whatever style of fucking you’re in the mood for is well within your grasp also. Do you feel like smacking around a cute, submissive little sweetheart? Or perhaps you’re in the mood to get dominated by a bad-ass chick with half of her head shaved and tattoos covering her body? Or maybe a nice romantic evening with a stunning model that includes dinner and drinks and a passionate night of lovemaking afterwards? No matter what, you can get exactly what you desire, as long as you’re willing to pay for it. That’s the beauty of the free market.
Thanks to escorts, I’ve done pretty much everything imaginable with all types of women over the years, and it has never gotten old. Variety is the spice of life, and with hundreds of thousands of combinations right at my fingertips, I never want for diversity.
But on this night, my mood is running a bit on the extreme side. Lately my frustrations have been plenty, and I’m in desperate need to take them out on someone. So I place a phone call to an old standby, a young woman I’ve been with a couple times before, and have never once had anything but a glorious night with. Her name is Karla, and she is the ultimate slut.
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I rented a nice one-bedroom suite for the night, because everyone knows that hotel room sex is better than
any other kind of sex, although to be honest, I’m not exactly sure why. Regardless, I was sitting on the couch, enjoying the fourth beer of a six-pack, when there was a knock on the door.
Smiling in excitement, I rose to answer it, not even bothering to check the peephole. I knew who it was. And as I opened the door, there stood Karla, in all her glory.
The funny thing about Karla was, if you saw her out in public, you’d have no clue how depraved she truly was. Let alone how much pure sluttiness she could exude when she wanted to.
As she stood at the door dressed in a loose sweatshirt, a pair of baggy jeans and sandals with just a hint of makeup on and her hair done in a simple ponytail, she appeared to be nothing more than a fairly normal, reasonably attractive woman in her early twenties. If you looked closely you might notice the incredibly tight body beneath the clothes or the bone structure of her face or the amazing depth of her green eyes, but unless you saw her done up and ready for action, you wouldn’t believe how incredibly slutty she could be.
But I did. And I couldn’t wait to see the transformation. So I held the door wide and let her in.
“So what’s on the table for tonight?” Karla asked after I’d closed and locked the door behind us.
“Oh, it’s gonna be a rough one,” I replied, still smiling.
“Well, duh, I knew that,” she said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. What I meant was, how rough?”
“That depends on how much you can handle,” I said.
Karla scoffed and gave me that look of disdain that I’d come to know and love. “Come on, Nick. You I can handle anything you can dish out.” There was no emotion in her voice, it was just a flat statement.
“Normally you can,” I said. “But tonight I’m going to take things further than I ever have before.”
“Good,” she said. “Then maybe you can actually get me to where I want to be for once.”
“I never have before?” I asked. Not that this was news to me. I knew Karla was far more depraved than I had the capacity for, but I wanted to hear how she’d reply.
“You’ve been close,” Karla said. “But so far I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t left me wanting for more.”
“Not even me?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said, offering me a pale smile that betrayed the fact that she was just humoring me. “I always leave satisfied after a night with you, but I certainly haven’t ever got the point where I wasn’t hoping that you’d take things further than you did.”
I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I’d done some pretty fucked-up things to her previously, and if those hadn’t even approached her limits, that was amazing. I knew she was edgy, but I didn’t realize how much she could actually take.
