My weekend with my whore

As you walk in to my hotel room, I am sitting waiting sat in an armchair. You are nervous as I order you to strip. I want to see what my whore will give me, so I have you turn, bend over, expose yourself to me. You refer to me as Sir, asking me politely what it is a bid you to do. I tell you to get onto all fours and crawl towards me. Rising, I have you take out my cock, fell it grow under your touch, and gently flick your tongue over the head.
Since this is our first meeting, I’m eager to find out how deep you can take me. I grab your head hard by your hair, directing my cock deep in your mouth, feeling you gasp for breath, struggling to take my size in. I move my cock in and out, saliva dripping from your mouth, fucking your face hard. I pull your hair harder as you protest, reminding you that a whore like you has no rights. Is that understood Whore?
Your slutty red lipstick is smeared across your cheek, spit dripping from your chin as you gasp again, struggling to find your breathe.i draw out, picking up your neck collar in my left hand whilst holding you tight by the hair with the right. My little whore is going to need some taming, and I slip the collar around your neck, just tight enough so if you get out of hand I can yank it’s chain to restrain you. You must beg me now, plead to be fillled, you must tell me about how guilty you feel when you fuck someone else and ask for forgiveness