Paid by her own husband as a luxury escort

I looked at myself in the large bedroom mirror and almost didn’t recognize myself. The long, black dress with a plunging neckline and a high slit on the thigh made me look exactly like a five-star luxury escort. My makeup was perfect – intense red lips, dramatic eyes, hair falling in shiny waves. Around my neck I wore an elegant necklace of fake diamonds, but which looked extremely expensive.
He entered the room holding a thick envelope. He stopped behind me and looked at me with a look that I hadn’t seen in a long time – cold, possessive and full of lust.
— How much does a night with you cost? he asked in a low, professional voice.
I felt a strong shiver between my legs. I swallowed and answered him in the same detached tone:
— 3000 euros. Payment in advance. And I don’t accept negotiations.
He smiled slightly, opened the envelope, and took out the stack of bills. He put them straight into my hand, without blinking.
— You’re mine until tomorrow morning. No limits. No “no.” No “my husband.” Tonight you’re just my luxury escort. Got it?
— Yes, sir.
The word “sir” came so naturally and so arousing that I felt myself instantly wet.
He turned me around, grabbed my chin, and kissed me possessively, almost brutally. Then he reached down and lifted my dress right over my hips. He caressed the lace of my thong and laughed softly when he felt how wet I was already.
— My escort is already horny just because she’s been paid… What an expensive whore you are.
He pushed me gently onto the bed, onto my back. Mi-a dat tanga jos și mi-a desfăcut picioarele larg. S-a așezat între ele și a început să mă lingă lent, profund, savurând fiecare geamăt pe care mi-l smulgea. Dar nu m-a lăsat să termin. S-a oprit exact când eram aproape.
— Escorte de lux nu termină până nu le spun eu.
M-a întors pe burtă, mi-a ridicat șoldurile și a intrat în mine dintr-o singură mișcare puternică. Am țipat de plăcere. Mă futea tare, ritmic, ținându-mă de șolduri ca și cum ar fi plătit foarte scump pentru acest privilegiu.
— Spune-mi ce ești, a cerut cu voce răgușită.
— Sunt… escortă ta de lux… ahh… plătită să te satisfac…
— Mai tare.
— Sunt curva ta scumpă! Am țipat în timp ce mă penetra tot mai adânc.
M-a futut fără milă, schimbând pozițiile ca și cum testa marfa pe care o cumpărase. He had me on my knees, face down on the pillow, my ass up. He pulled my hair as he entered me again and again. At one point he gave me a few hard slaps on my ass, leaving red marks.
When he felt I was close, he turned me over on my back, lifted my legs onto his shoulders and started to fuck me even harder.
— Look at me. I want to see how my escort finishes after she takes her money.
The orgasm hit me violently. I trembled under him, my muscles contracting strongly around him. A few seconds later he exploded too, filling me deep with hot cum, moaning loudly.
After he came to, he didn't immediately withdraw. He stayed inside me and whispered in my ear, his voice still domineering:
— The night has only just begun, honey. I paid for 12 hours and I'm going to enjoy every minute. Go and put on that red lingerie you hate… I want you to show me how professional you really are.
I stood up shaking, his cum dripping down my thighs, and headed for the dressing room.
Tonight I was no longer his wife.
I was his luxury escort.