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  “What are you doing Sergio?” I cry, as I feel his huge hand push the dress off my posterior and begin stroking my defenceless cheeks. “Please Sergio, don’t hit me!”

  “I’m punishing you Judy, for acting so petulantly tonight. I need to rely on you to do as I say. Do you understand?”

  His hand begins to squeeze and rub my buttocks making me cringe, knowing I’m powerless to stop him from hurting me.

  “Please Sergio, don’t hit me!” SPLAAAT! SPLAAAT!

  He whacks me hard, full on each cheek.

  “Nooooooooooooooo!” I cry as more stinging blows land.

  SPLAAAT SPLAAAT! Two more, and this time the pain is far worse.

  “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeze Stop Sergio!” I plead with him, as the tears began to roll down my face.

  This is just the sort of thing I fantasize about when I’m asleep and now I can hardly believe that my dreams are becoming a reality.

  “Judy, I have to know that you will obey me! Do you understand? Will you be a good girl next time?”

  SPLAAAT! SPLAAAT! My mind spins from the effect of alcohol and fear, leaving me totally confused by my mixed emotions and jumbled thoughts. My head is throbbing and my ears are ringing, while hot salty tears stream steadily down my face.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” I cry, while his huge, heavy hand thrashes my petite butt cheeks.

  The pain intensifies to the point where I think my butt will explode. I wriggle and squirm on his lap, but his strong left arm holds me firmly in position.

  Then to my relief he pauses for a moment.

  “Judy answer me!”

  “Yes, Yes,” I cry through my sobs. “I will be a good girl next time.” His hand immediately starts to rub my smarting bulb, before moving away to pull my thong down my legs. Once my legs are free, his hand returns almost immediately to the sore globes of my buttocks.

  “I want you to remember Judy that I’ll always be around to protect you, so you won’t need to worry your little head about anything.”

  Sergio’s fingers slide down the deep valley of my ass, and finding my thighs parted, begins to caress my fig-like swollen labia. He plays with my slick folds for a minute, before plunging two of his thick digits into my sizzling quim.

  “I knew you’d understand Babe.” he soothes, while increasing the tempo of his darting digits. “Just remember, I will always take care of you.”

  His words send a chill down my spine, but I stop sobbing and lay still, as his fingers proceed to bring me to a shuddering climax.

  I’m still shaking, when he lifts me bodily onto the bed and rolls me onto my back, enabling me to watch breathlessly, while he removes his clothes, before returning to the bed to sate his own rampant sexual desires.

  I think that spanking me has a similar effect on his libido, for his performance is even more forceful than his usual aggressive manner. His thick, thrusting cock pummels my pussy relentlessly, and takes me to a wonderful world of spiralling sensations and crashing nadirs.

  I must have fallen asleep where I lay, for when I wake in the morning, I’m still wearing the little white dress and Sergio has already left to go to the gym.

  Chapter 6

  The gradual grooming and control that Sergio exerted over me, became a way of life. I was so infatuated with his looks and macho personality, I was prepared to overlook all the detrimental character traits that flashed every now and again. Of course, I should have packed my bags and left him, on the morning after he’d allowed his friend to treat me like a prostitute, but I delayed the decision, hoping it was a one off event to help him get his a business deal completed.

  I tackled Sergio about Thomas’s words to me when we dropped him off at his hotel, but he dismissed the importance of them, saying that was the way Thomas spoke to all the girls!

  Over the following week, Sergio took me out for meals and to a casino and because we were on our own, I began to accept my role as his trophy, while dressed in tiny, tight outfits. Then he showed me his collection of BDSM restraints, which he threatened to use on me if I stepped out of line again. I felt that given time, I could tame him and make him need me as much as I need him, but as it turned out, I was deluded.

  The night I invited my friend Suzy and her boyfriend, John, over for a meal, Sergio pulled out another revealing, short frock, which I argued about and earned myself a thrashing with one of his leather implements, after my friends had gone home.

  I didn’t think he would actually use the wicked piece of leather, so I got the shock of my life, when he started beating me with it. As usual, violent sex followed the punishment, leaving me with an extremely sore ass and a bruised ego.

  It seemed like months had passed, but looking back, it had only taken Sergio five weeks to get me used to playing the role of his escort instead of his girlfriend. While I was out with him, it felt like one long session of foreplay, which always ended with the most amazing session of heavy sex when we arrived back at our flat. It was true that he was everything I fantasized about. Dominating character, handsome, muscular, fantastic in bed and rich! What more could a girl wish for?

  * * *

  I had an anxious day at work today, because I was thinking about tonight and the dinner Sergio has planned for us. We have to pick his boss up from the airport, having flown in from Italy and then go onto the restaurant for a meal. It’s the moment I’ve been dreading ever since I gave Thomas the blow job. A week ago. I’m terrified that Sergio will once again expect me to act like a prostitute.

  I emerge from the shower, dry myself and take my time to get ready to go out. As usual Sergio has chosen my clothes for me and laid them on the bed. He’s picked a black Spandex tube dress, to wear over a skimpy red thong, black holdups and 3” stilettos.

  The dress is hardly bigger than a T-shirt and clings to my body like a second skin. I look at my reflection in the mirror and feel a little self-conscious about my small breasts and perky nipples that appear to be trying to force themselves through the tight fabric of the frock.

  The moment I step into the hall, from the bedroom, I smell an unusual perfume in the air. I enter the lounge to find a young woman sitting on the sofa drinking coffee chatting with Sergio. A slight feeling of alarm pervades my thoughts, because it’s the first time that Sergio has invited a young woman into the flat without telling me.

  “Judy, this is Candy, she’s coming with us tonight to accompany Paola, after we pick him up from the airport.”

  Paola is Sergio’s boss from Italy. I’ve never met him, but if he’s anything like Sergio’s other friends, I’m glad he’s hired Candy to deal with the man’s sexual needs.

  She has long fair hair and sad hazel eyes that look cold and thoughtless. Her oval face has a slightly emaciated, continental look about it and secretly hope that Paola likes her, because it’ll keep him from groping me! Having another young woman as company on the trip lifts my spirits, because I felt lonely and vulnerable a week earlier, when Sergio had used me to distract his associates.

  “Nice to meet you,” I say looking down and realizing that it’s my first experience of talking to a prostitute.

  She is the real deal, which suddenly makes me feel superior in every way.

  ‘Likewise,” she replies seemingly nonplussed at meeting me.

  She is sitting on the sofa in a casual pose, which is probably for Sergio’s benefit. My temperature rises a few degrees, when I notice that my boyfriend can’t keep his eyes of her thin legs and the revealing outfit she’s wearing.

  Her tiny denim skirt has ridden up her legs to expose her thighs above white hold-ups and whenever she shifts position, flashes of her white panties catch my eye. I wonder where on earth Sergio found her and whether her behaviour turns him on.

  I am however, envious of her large breasts and the way her tight blue cotton top pushes them up, making them bulge out impressively from her low cut ‘V’ neckline.

  For a moment I can’t get over feeling angry and jealous at the way she’s displaying herself and for
the way Sergio seems to be drooling over her. Then I have a reality check and make up my mind that it’s a good thing that she’s coming with us to do a job. Then after the meal she’ll be gone, I reason.

  I plonk myself down onto the sofa and twist myself, so that Sergio can glimpse my panties, and make sure that Candy doesn’t miss my performance. Unfortunately, Sergio is ready to go, so we have to jump to our feet and follow him out of the flat.

  When we arrive at the car, Sergio tells me to sit in the back with Candy, while we drive up to London, to pick Paola up from the City airport. I follow the tall escort, as she climbs into the car and again spot the white thong under her short skirt.

  Ha, I thought, how inappropriate for a whore to be wearing white, but then I blush, because I remembered I’m wearing a rather scanty red thong under my black dress.

  Once we’re seated and on our way, I begin to study my companion. I guess she’s about my age and weight, though she’s several inches taller than I am. Her long fair hair is cut with a fringe, which accentuates her slightly anaemic appearance.

  While her tits are larger than mine, her legs are much thinner and have no shape to them. She has a cute nose and a heart shaped chin, but her lips are too thin and her eyes far too close together. She sits on the far side of the car regarding me with her sad hazel eyes in a rather disapproving manner.

  “Were you a Brighton girl, before Sergio found you?” she asks in a low voice, so that Sergio can’t hear us over the sound of the music on the radio.

  I shrug my shoulders, completely bamboozled by her question.

  She slides along the leather seat to my side and begins to fiddle with her bag.

  “Where’d Sergio find a sweet doll like you?” she asks quietly, while reaching out and touching my hair. “Is that your real colour?” she asks.

  “Yes it is. What about yours?” I retort.

  “Bottle!” she laughs. “So which agency has Sergio nicked you from?” she asks again, taking a pack of cigarettes from her bag. “Can I smoke Sergio?” she shouts.

  “Not in here Candy, wait till we get there!” he replies.

  It’s dark in the car, but as she put the packet back, I can see she fed up about something.

  “I’m not from any agency,” I reply. “What are you talking about?”

  “You’re from the street?” she pauses, but ploughs on. “Can’t say I’ve seen you hooking on Lombard Street recently…”

  It suddenly dawns on me that she thinks I’m a hooker. Lombard Street is in the middle of the small red light district in central Brighton and a place I’ve never been to in my life!

  “Do I look like a prostitute?” I ask, outraged.

  “As a matter of fact you do, and a cheap whore at that!” she smirks at me.

  “Listen Candy,” I say, summonsing as much vitriol in my voice as I can manage. “The only whore around here is you. Sergio is my boyfriend!”

  “Ha! You are misguided! We’ll see who the whore is later, when you’re on your hands and knees eating my pussy!” she replies, which stuns me into silence.

  What on earth does she mean by that comment? Then I realize that she is used to talking to other whores and it’s probably how they all slag each other off.

  “He said you had potential, but I can’t see any of it!” she sneers.

  I’m seething at her comments and my temperature rises a notch or two when I realize that Sergio had been discussing me with this trumped up whore!

  It’s clear that I can’t convince her that I’m not a prostitute, so I fall silent.

  “It’s just a matter of time before you’re moved out to the apartments. There’s a room waiting for you, don’t worry.” She is trying to bait me, so I clam up for the rest of the journey.

  There seems to be a strong thread of jealousy running through her comments. Does she have a thing going with Sergio? And how does she know all this stuff? While the car speeds toward London, her comments continue to trouble me, but I can’t quite get a handle on their significance.

  Chapter 7

  We arrive at the airport and have to wait in the car for a few minutes, while Sergio shoots off to fetch Paola. After about ten minutes, he returns, not with one man, but two! He walks round and opens the passenger door on my side and leans in to talk to me.

  “Jump out Judy and let Paola sit in the middle.” The two men stand aside, while I wriggle out of the car, desperately trying to hold down the hem of my dress, and avoid flashing my panties.

  However, I see Paola’s eyes gleam, as I stand up and know that he’s had a glimpse of red satin. I stand upright and turn toward Sergio, while the big Italian slides into the middle of the back seat.

  “You said you were meeting one friend! Are they both coming to the restaurant?” I asked anxiously.

  “Judy, I’m as surprised as you. Paola is one of the Generals in the Organization, so I want you to treat him well! Understand?” he glares down at me and I nod slowly, thoroughly disappointed at the prospect of being pawed by one of his friends for the whole evening.

  “You promise not to leave me with him Sergio, or I’m going home!” It’s an empty threat and he knows it, but I’m desperate to get some sort of assurance from him.

  “I’m not going to leave you alone with him. He’s here to discuss business with me. Just play along for tonight and by tomorrow, we’ll have the deal sorted, besides that’s why I’ve brought Candy along.” I look into his sparkling blue eyes and can’t be sure if I can trust him or his promises.

  “Sergio, I’m not a prostitute like Candy and I don’t know if I can do this.”

  “Judy don’t be so childish. Just watch how Candy deals with the situation and follow her lead.” He was getting angry and talking between gritted teeth, so I know by the way he’s squeezing my arm, that I’ve already earned myself a good thrashing.

  I reluctantly slip back into the car beside the bulky Italian and close the door, before trying to make myself as small as possible.

  Once we’re back in the car, Sergio pulls away and heads for the West End where we’re going to have our meal. Paola immediately puts his right hand on my thigh and turns toward me.

  “What is your name, little lady?” His English is very good.

  “Judy, and that’s Candy,” I point across the car, to where Candy is smirking at me. I feel my temperature rising, as his big paw-like hand moves up my thigh to the band on the top of my hold-ups. He glances in her direction and then turns his attention back to me. He has the choice of a large pair of boobs or my modest offering and it’s just my luck that the Italian decides to maul mine.

  The big man pulls the top of my dress down, grabs my jutting right tit and begins to attack my chunky nub with gusto.

  “Steady on,” I moan softly, while he moves from one to the other, hurting me, while he fervently examines them with his left hand.

  I feel his right hand slip down between my thighs while he moves his other hand to grab my chin, so he can hold me still, while giving me a great slobbering kiss. I’m trapped by his weight and unable to put up any kind of resistance as he twists my head toward him.

  He has foul whisky breath and after he breaks away, I have to suffer him slobbering all over my face. Luckily we’re crammed in so tight across the back of the car, he’s unable to get his huge paw inside my panties.

  “Thomas tells me, Judy with the red hair is a very good whore. He says you have a sweet mouth.” he growls. “I have a long flight. You help me relax Judy. You give me blow job!”

  He says the last words quietly in my ear and when I look down to see what his other hand is doing, I find he’s already starting to undo his fly. I start to shake my head, but he leans away from me and moves his right hand from my thigh to the back of my head.

  I try to protest, but I haven’t got the space to escape from his grip. He pushes my head down with his powerful arm and as I near his large belly, I see in the darkness, his fat cock spring free of his clothing. I curse my luck that he knew Thom
as and that my reputation precedes me!

  I can make a scene or debase myself, and I quickly realize it has to be the latter, because the huge man is determined to shove my mouth onto his cock. It’s very dark, but I smell him and manage to locate the helmet of his cock with my lips. I have to open wide before I can wrap them round the rim, so I can suck and lick his sensitive plumb.

  For a moment I recoil at the sour taste of his throbbing cock, but using saliva, quickly became accustomed to it, just as I had with Thomas’s and the countless times that Sergio had demanded the use of my mouth. Once again I have to twist myself in the confined space to get a better angle to blow him, by getting my knees up on the seat.

  As soon as my hands are gripping and pumping his stem, he releases the pressure on my head, swaps hands, and relaxed back into his seat. Now his right hand is free, it begins to run it down my back, to my hip and pull the hem of my dress up.

  His thick stubby fingers start to creep down the smooth skin of my butt, until he reached my ass crack, where he pulls the thin elasticated band sideways and begins to feel the tight swirl of my anus. I try to clench and struggle, but I’m in such a tiny space, my legs have nowhere to go.

  The hand on my head becomes more insistent and when I change the angle of approach, to be able to get his cock in my throat, my butt cheeks part, enabling his finger to violate my sphincter. My body is still twisted and I become frantic when I feel his finger force its way further into my rectum and begin playing with my tightness. I can only moan a complaint, because my mouth is full with his mammoth erection.

  Once his cock is deep in my throat, I speed up my bobbing, because I sense he’s close to ejaculating. He suddenly pulls his finger out of my anus and grabs my head, in order to force me to bob even faster.

  As his seed jerks into my throat, the big guy grunts like a pig and shoves my head harder onto his thick stem, which makes me cough and splutter.

  “Fuck,” I hear him curse. “Clean me up whore!”

  I quickly lap up as much of the surplus as I can and once he’s satisfied that I’ve licked up every last drop of the sticky goo and thoroughly cleaned his soiled finger, he releases my head,.