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“Well, I'm not sure, 'erm, We'll see.” Victoria picked-up her bag as she walked past Cindy, and told her over her shoulder,
“I'll meet you outside.”
Cindy really did think Victoria was acting rather strangely. “Meet you outside?” Bizarre, Cindy thought, shaking her head and pulling her tights up.
Victoria arrived outside the venue, looking across the street, and left and right down the windy London road. But he wasn't there, and no car seemed to be waiting for her. Dejected, she sighed and leaned back on the cold wall, shoulders hung low. Maybe she'd really gone too far, maybe she'd been rude, but surely he could see how wrong he was, and not her, “He must know that.” She admonished to no one but herself, and kicked a random stone on the pavement, accidentally hitting an old man walking by,
“Oh fuck, I'm sorry!” Victoria apologized, as the man tutted and carried on walking. Things were only getting worse, she thought.
Soon, Cindy arrived beside her, pulling her collars up against the wind.
“So, come on, let's go, I'm starving... or at least, as starving as a size six model is allowed to be!” She quipped, nudging Victoria in the ribs with her elbow, trying to cheer her up.
“What's wrong?” Cindy asked, seeing her joke had no effect on the long-faced Victoria.
“I just almost killed an old man.”
“Huh?!”
Victoria shook her head.
“Nothing... ”
The night turned into day, and then into night again, as Victoria obsessed about what she should do, or if she should do anything at all. And then it happened. A car pulled up beside her when she went to one of the shops near Cindy's home to pick up some cigarettes, a habit she had quit several years before.
“Get in.”
Victoria was startled, and turned toward the car, the back window now open. It was Philip. His face half covered with darkness from inside the limousine.
“I said, get in.” He repeated, in a firm and commanding voice.
Victoria stood at the side of the road looking at him, wondering where he had suddenly appeared from, and finally deciding she didn't really care, and hurried to get into the car. Victoria sat there waiting for him to make an apology as he eyed her seriously. She felt some sense of satisfaction, that she had drawn the lines of conduct, and now he'd know she wasn't just going to be his plaything that he could ignore as he chose.
The car pulled away,
“Where are we going?” Victoria asked, but Philip was just looking at her with those dark, brooding eyes, and didn't respond.
Telling the driver to roll up the blacked-out window inside the car, Philip undid his trousers and pulled his hard, and now erect, length out, gripping it in his hand. Victoria was flabbergasted, this was an apology? Without missing a beat, Philip grabbed the back of Victoria's hair and forced her down on her knees in the car, and pulled her face roughly towards his manhood. Victoria all at once felt a ripple of excitement in her pussy, and acquiesced, as Philip slid his cock into her mouth. Victoria had missed his hard virility; she'd thought about it for so many days while in Milan, but more than that, she missed the feeling she was now experiencing, the feeling of being dominated by him.
She licked all the way down and up along his shaft, and then using her pursed and wet lips, she rubbed the tip of his cock to and fro across them. She felt a frenzied desire to engulf him in her mouth, perhaps it was her desire to try and control him, instead of him controlling her, but whatever it was, she knew she wanted him. With his cock now wet, Victoria slid it all over her cheeks, as she looked up at him, it was a technique she had learned men liked some years before; they liked the feeling that they owned the woman when they looked at one doing that to them, the feeling of sensitivity they felt on the tip of their penis as it brushed across a woman's soft cheeks was also one most men couldn't fail to react to. Philip was now looking down at her beautiful face with his legs muscles slightly tensing, and quite obviously enjoying the sight of his slave pleasuring him as best as she could. Philip forced his cock in her mouth again, pulling the back of her hair and making her swallow its whole length. Victoria felt it right at the back of her throat and tried her best not to gag, before he then allowed her to come up for breath; and then once again, he forced it all the way down her throat. It brought involuntary tears to Victoria's eyes, as she tried to take it, but she was enjoying it; if this was what he wanted, then she was only too happy to comply.
Philip relaxed a little, and allowed Victoria to play with his manhood in her mouth. Jerking him off with the tip of his cock on her extended tongue, the supermodel watched his obsidian eyes inflamed with lust for her, while she rested her other hand on his balls. Soon, she felt them twitch, and she knew what was coming.
His breath started to get deeper, and his hands more needy, as they bound the locks of her hair in his gripped fist, and then, in an instant, his aristocratic cum arrived all over her tongue and lips, as his body arched against the back of the leather seat. Sitting there, still on her knees, she allowed Philip to get a good look at her with his cum awash over her mouth and chin, as he wiped his cock all over her made-up face, before he then commanded her,
“Swallow all of my cum, like a good girl.”
“Yes Sir, Lord Claringdale.” Victoria obeyed, and licked all around the sides of her mouth with her tongue, and got the rest of it with her fingers, swallowing his warm and salty juice.
Sitting back on the chair, Victoria rested her head on his shoulder, and asked,
“Was that my punishment sir?”
“No Victoria.” Said Philip, “Your punishment will come later.”
Victoria didn't mind. If this was punishment, then she liked to be punished. She was finding that what she thought she wanted from a man, and what she actually needed, were two different things altogether. Closing her eyes, she put her hands on his chest, and with the hum of the car engine, fell asleep.
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