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Subject: {ASSM} "How I Spent My Bonus" (MF) by Creampie Eater 
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How I Spent My Bonus
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Jasmine, the hooker, was my perfect wet dream. Her
olive skin was flawless, as you would expect in a 20
year old. Her large oval eyes, brown and deep,
displayed none of the fog that you commonly see in
drug users. Her lips were large as well, a dark brown
color that was fashionable at the moment. I could
easily imagine those lips expertly wrapped around my
shaft.

Her body, now completely revealed, was perfect too.
Her breasts were not large, but they were big enough,
and young and firm with henna tattoos around the
areolae. Her stomach was slightly rippled, as if 500
sit-ups were part of her daily routine. Below her
slender waste was a nice flair to an ample but firm
bottom. J. Lo would envy her ass. As was commonly the
case in her culture, her pubic hairs were completely
missing. I could see she had a pair of steel rings
through her outer pussy lips. Her legs were long and
shapely, made to wrap around my waist as I fucked her,
or perhaps around my head as I devoured her.

Despite her other advantages, I was totally absorbed
by her face and her hair. Both were perfect,
complimenting each other. When she had come two hours
ago, her beauty had stunned me. The proportions of her
exotic face were well balanced, with her large eyes
not too large and her pretty lips not too big. She had
arrived in a ponytail, and I could not have imagined
how she would look now.

As we had arranged, there was no sex until after her
appointment at the salon. She had changed clothes in
my presence, displaying her body to me without me
touching her. We had decided to increase my arousal by
her denying me pleasure. I could only see her body,
and it drove me crazy.

Going the salon drove me crazier. I was allowed to
remain with her at first, as she was pampered by the
casino's exclusive salon. A luxurious shampooing,
featuring scented oils, was first. Then, the
stylist/artist discussed with me what I wanted.
Finally, I was shooed back to the room while they
completed their magic.

Now, she had returned and the wait was worth it.

The style they had performed was artistically and
technically flawless. Her hair was still mainly a
natural brownish black, but now there were reddish
undertones and copper highlights. She had bangs that
reached her eyebrows, and curled under. Her hair was
parted in a perfect zig-zag, a personal favorite of
mine. From there, it fell straight down like a
waterfall, until reaching her jawline. Then, it swept
back up in a flip, with each hair seeming to form its
own layer. The overall effect was that she was
surrounded by a soft camel-hair paint brush. Stunning.

"Do you like it?" she said softly, smiling. It was
obvious I did. The day at the salon and the night that
would follow would use my entire bonus check, and it
was well worth it.

In reply, I stripped so that she could see my
throbbing erection. I couldn't trust myself to speak.

She moved gracefully to me, and we touched for the
first time. Our first touch was lips-to-lips. Her lips
parted and she pushed her delicate tongue into my
mouth, possessing me. Her small hands rubbed my chest,
feeling how erect my nipples were. Her left hand slid
behind my head, mashing my lips against hers while her
right hand gripped my nipple powerfully, twisting and
pulling it so that it hurt.

When I whimpered, she released both hands, and moved
slightly back to smile at me. Then she turned her head
left and right, brushing my face with the ends of her
hair. I about shot my load right then.

"You need to be more controlled," she told me quietly.
She reached out and gripped my nipples again, pinching
them hard as she gauged my reaction. My chest filled
with air as I sucked in, and then her mouth covered
mine and I forgot the ache she was causing. 

I remembered when she released my nipples, and the
renewed blood flow hurt. But she had the event
planned, because she kissed down my neck and kissed my
nipples with lots of tongue and saliva. She blew
gently on them, causing them to harden until they were
pointy nubs. Then, she swung her hair again, brushing
these nerve centers with the ends of her hair. If she
had touched my cock right then, I would have exploded.

"Very good," she smiled, noting my control. "Now, do
that to me." It was my turn to possess her, kissing
her savagely and torturing her nipples. I rolled them
harshly between my finger and thumb while I tested to
see how far down her throat my tongue would go. When
she whimpered, I broke the kiss and stared at her
face. Her eyes were closed, and she wore a dreamy
smile on her face. She was an angel.

I dropped and began to suck and blow on her nipples,
until they were as hard as mine, only larger. She
didn't say anything, but low sounds like moans came
from somewhere inside her. At this elevation, I could
smell the musky scent of a pussy getting wet.

I stood and led her to a chair, and positioned her so
that she was squatting, supported by the chair. Then I
laid on my back and slid between her feet. Her
deforested pussy was visible to my sight, the steel
rings slightly apart because her engorged sex. I
stared for a minute, entranced by the sheer prettiness
of her pussy. It was not virginal--she was a whore
after all--but it was clean and nicely proportioned. As
I watched, she opened more and began to throb.

Arching my back some, I was able to run my tongue up
and down the length of her pussy. My tongue traveled
between her lips, brushing over the rings, and
swirling through the juices. She began to literally
drip cunt juice! Her clit grew large, peeking out of
the protective hood. It was like eating manna.

Suddenly, Jasmine let go of her perch and settled
heavily on my face. For a minute I was a toy to be
used, as she ground her clitoris on my nose and brows
and mouth. She came, drenching me with her fluids and
quivering like jello while I was trapped between her
firm thighs.

She was rightfully unapologetic when she got off my
face. I had paid her to be orgasmic, after all. Part
of our agreement was that she was to cum early and
often, usually on my mouth. She had fulfilled part of
the bargain.

"Your turn," she said, standing. She helped me up,
then had me kneel facing the chair. Her fingers gently
parted my cheeks and then she ate my ass. I had never
experienced it before, although I had done it a few
times. Her tongue was exciting, not at all bashful
about exploring my anus. From time to time, I felt her
brushing my cheeks with her hair, and I had to will
myself back from the brink of orgasm.

Jasmine gripped my heavy balls by the top of the sack,
pulling them painfully down and back. Then she suckled
them, making them feel good, getting them wet before
blowing on them and brushing them with her hair. Once,
she slid up and ran her slender fingers through my
peehole, capturing precum that was dripping. Her face
went back between my cheeks, tongue fucking my asshole
while one hand cruelly twisted my balls and the other
squeezed my shaft. So many conflicting messages! Pain
and pleasure were present in equal measure.

Finally, she stopped and stepped back, bidding me to
sit on the floor and lean my head back against the
chair. I did, and she moved in to sit down, trapping
my head between the chair and her ass. I ate her butt
eagerly, pressing my tongue as deep into her bottom as
I could. The acrid taste was exciting as I performed
this taboo act.

She leaned off, and asked me for my hand before
sitting back in to trap me into analingus. She guided
my hand to her pussy, and instructed me manually in
fingering her. I could feel her caressing her clitoris
as I slid fingers in and out. When she came, both her
pussy and her asshole clenched at me.

"I am getting very orgasmic," she told me, finally
climbing off my face. Her fingers coochy-cooed under
my chin. "Do you mind?"

"No," I whispered.

"I think I want you in me," she smiled, leaning down
to kiss me quickly. "I could cum right away with you
in me." Now her kisses became hotter, deeper, more
commanding. Her tongue again fucked my mouth,
previewing what she desired my cock to do in her
pussy. "Fuck me now."

"I'll cum quickly," I warned.

"Good," she smiled. Her body undulated, moving close
to mine before sliding down. Her pussy hovered just
above my cockhead, so that I could feel the heat. A
drop of scalding hot wetness dripped onto me. And then
she sat again, impaling me inside her.

We both gasped, and she leaned close to me, her head
on my shoulder. Her hips ground on me, sliding me in
and out fractionally, and then I came while smelling
her hair. My balls simply emptied into Jasmine, who
responded with a gasping orgasm of her own. Now, this
was nearly heaven, having such a luscious created
orgasming with me.

As I shrank, I began to beg her to sit on my face.
More than anything, I craved the creampie we had
created together. I wanted the hot pungent fluids on
my tongue, on my face, in my mouth. But Jasmine
repeatedly denied me.

"Get hard again," she quietly told me.

"I don't think I can," I admitted. At 40, I was no
longer instantly hard again after orgasm.

"You can," she predicted. To emphasize the point, she
kissed me briefly, then brushed my face with the
flipped hair. I throbbed weakly in response, but it
was a throb nonetheless. I would soon be hard, I
realized as her delicious hair tickled my face. Such
was the power of my fetish.

Jasmine soon wanted to be on back, and we somehow
rolled onto the carpet, still co-joined. I was hard,
and my cock slid in and out of her, covered in the goo
we had created earlier. Simply, it was sloppy. I could
barely feel any friction, and subsequently was a
fuckmeister royale, boning her for nearly half an
hour.

Playing her part, she explored my desires with the
intent of helping me find satisfaction. She eventually
began moaning that after I came, she would climb on me
in a nasty 69. I would clean the mess I made inside
her, while she tasted our fruit from my cock. She
predicted she would cum all over my face. This, of
course, was highly stimulating to me.

I came in her a few minutes later, our lips and
tongues together. I didn't give her quite as big a
load, but it was highly satisfying. I love cumming
inside a woman, and Jasmine was kissing me with real
emotion. It felt like affection, and that made the
orgasm so much nicer.

Moments later, Jasmine spun on me and I began tonguing
out hot creampie. It was a pleasant combination of the
highly fermented first load and the stickier second
load, liberally mixed with her own wetness. I tried to
divide my time between her hard clit and the profuse
goo draining out of her. I prized her partially
stretched gash open, and sucked our cum out. There was
a lot of it.

For her part, Jasmine's plump lips went around my
shrinking shaft, cleaning me. Her tongue was active,
which was quite nice, tracing around my head to
capture all the flavor. She told me she liked the
taste, touching yet another horny button in me. I
wouldn't cum for quite a while--hell, I wouldn't be
hard for quite a while--but my mind was very eager.

The external cum and most of the internal creampie was
cleaned up when Jasmine pulled off and stood up. "You
know," she smiled, "we haven't even touched the bed
yet."

"Nor the Jacuzzi tub," I pointed out.

"MMMmmmm, a Jacuzzi sounds nice," she stated, helping
me up and leading us in to the bathroom. Like all the
other baths I'd seen in Vegas, this one was covered
with marble, in this case pink. She left me to draw
the bath while she went to get her bag and "freshen
up".

When she returned, I expected to see a tube of
lipstick in her hand. Instead, she had a fat dark butt
plug. Seeing my stunned reaction, she queried, "Have
you changed your mind? You asked for this?" I had,
desiring to fulfill all my pent-up fantasies since I
was already paying for her. 

Quickly, I assured her I still wanted to go through
with it. She grinned quite fetchingly, and reached
into the bag she held in her other hand. Pulling out a
disposable enema, she handed it to me. I retreated to
the water closet and cleaned myself in preparation for
anal sex. Then I returned to the tub, finding Jasmine
seated on the edge, slowly rubbing her pussy. "I think
I'll like this," she said, eyeing me lasciviously. I
felt that wonderful sinking feeling, knowing I was in
for far more than I had realized.

Jasmine had me lean over the tub, and gently began
opening me up. After much grunting and gasping, she
worked the butt plug into me. I had used them before
on myself, so I wasn't a virgin, but having someone
else do it was quite different. She forced the issue
where I would have retreated, making me ache in a most
exciting way. She was in charge now, and I loved it.

Now filled, she helped me up, and we stepped into the
tub. She sat next to me, and turned my head to face
her. Her eyes met mine, studying me peculiarly. I knew
I shouldn't have emotions for a whore, but I felt them
then. She was giving me all I wanted, and it seemed it
was above and beyond what I was paying her for. And,
let's face it, she was gorgeous. Her face, framed by a
now slightly disheveled flipped bob, was angelic. When
she closed her eyes and pulled my face into a
lingering kiss, I was a goner.

This wasn't a sexy kiss. It was... emotional. Slow,
deep, meaningful. It was the kind of kiss my wife and
I hadn't shared in a decade or more. We were both
giving, both taking, both enjoying. It was languorous,
unhurried. It was just what I needed to recharge my
batteries.

Jasmine broke the kiss eventually, whispering that she
wanted me to get her off with my mouth. I nodded
silently, wanting that myself. She pushed me to the
far side of the tub, then she slid forward to the edge
of the seat. I saw her beginning to lean back, and I
asked her to stop. "You'll ruin your hair," I said,
knowing I sounded like a fetish-driven freak.

"Don't worry," she smiled, "you'll do my hair before I
fuck you."

Oh my.

With that, she leaned back and floated her hips up
while I leaned forward. Her legs went over my
shoulder, and I pressed my face into her hot pussy.
The steaming water had made her cunt hot and soft, and
I began to slowly eat her. My tongue slid over her
rings, between her lips, inside her, over her clit.
She murmured "eat me" over and over softly as the
Jacuzzi jets massaged us.

I built up her excitement over a long time, having to
jump out of the tub twice to reset the Jacuzzi timer.
Each time she checked my butt plug, reminding me of
the drilling that was to come. She also squeezed my
ever harder cock, feeling how excited I was. The
second time, she asked me to get her bag, and she
pulled out a black rubber ring, rolling it on to my
erection. I wouldn't soften now, and orgasm would be
harder. To make doubly sure, she fit another band
snugly around the base of my balls. My nuts wouldn't
"engage" and I wouldn't ejaculate. Damn!

As if to test the rings, she stood and placed her
hands on the edge of the tub. "Fuck me for a minute,"
she purred. I climbed back into the tub, and slid my
erection into her. From this position I was able to
admire her firm buttocks much easier. Her sleek lines
were flawless, and here I was fucking her. Hard. I
slid my hands up her back, to her wet hair. Gripping
it, I pulled her into each thrust, listening to her
grunt.

"Oh God," she gasped, "eat me now. Chew my clit!"

I pulled out and dropped into the water, kneeling in
the tub and pressing my face between her thighs. Her
pussy was wet, and not just from the water. I lapped
at her clitty, and when she told me again to chew on
her, I pressed my lips tightly around her nub, and
brushed my teeth against it. She came then, shaking
and squeezing out diluted creampie. It was thin and
runny and Jasmine-flavored, and it was delicious.

"MMMmmmm, that was nice," she breathed after her
orgasm subsided. "Now, lick my asshole like you want
me to lick yours." Excited, I slid my tongue between
her perfect globes, using my fingers to pull her
cheeks apart. Then I probed her puckered hole using
lips and teeth and tongue until the tub timer went off
again. At the end, she was humping her butt up into my
face, enjoying my oral talents while fingering her own
clit. When she asked if I would slide my cock into her
ass, I jumped at the chance.

Her ass was silky smooth and tight. I gently pushed
in, surprised at how easily I penetrated her. Part of
it was the time I spent tonguing her, but I knew
inside that she had the experience of a whore. Anal
sex was probably a highly requested activity, given
how beautiful her ass was.

Another surprise was how much she enjoyed it. My wife
was strongly against anal play, and most of her
friends expressed objections to anal sex. Jasmine,
though, was moaning and begging me to "shove it in,
shove it in." I could feel her fingers when I got
balls-deep in her, which was every stroke. I
desperately wanted to cum, and yet the rings around my
cock and balls disallowed that. Consequently, I could
only moan with need when her ass started to spasm and
she went crazy. The whole anal sex thing was brief,
but intense and I wouldn't forget it.

We both needed a break, so I ordered champagne from
room service. Jasmine and I went back into the tub,
and she sat between my legs, leaning back against me
as I wrapped my arms around her. It was totally
non-sexual, and was in fact quite dreamy.

When the knock came at the door, I put on a thick bath
robe and collected the champagne bucket. The bellman
took a startled look at me, and I realized my red
erection had popped out. Truthfully, I couldn't even
feel my dick, which wasn't at all good. I tipped him
and went back to the bath. Jasmine told me it was OK
to remove the band from around my cock. When I did, it
hurt like hell, as the blood rushed out of my member.

I took my mind off it by pouring us each a drink. I
downed my pretty quickly, as I often do. Jasmine took
a sip, and told me to get the shampoo and to get in
the tub. I got the Pantene Pro-V from the shower, and
came back. I was so excited, I was shaking. I spent
the next twenty minutes deeply cleaning and
conditioning her hair, feeling the texture of her
glossy mane. I had never been permitted to wash a
woman's hair, even though it was part of my fetish.
Consequently, I was very aroused and the time passed
quickly.

I got out of the tub first, Jasmine laughing at my
boner. "You are so cute," she smiled. I quickly dried,
then held out one of the very plush bath sheets for
her. I dried her thoroughly, while she commented at
the luxurious treatment. "I could get used to this,"
she giggled.

She backed up to the pink marble vanity, and pulled me
into another kiss. "I need to let my hair dry a
little," she said, putting into the complimentary hair
turban the hotel provided. "Why don't you lick me
while we wait?"

I didn't need any further guidance. I helped her to
sit on the vanity, then dropped my own towel to kneel
on. Then, I pressed my face between her legs once
again. She was fresh, clean, and thoroughly edible.
After a few minutes, she came again, dripping her
juicy nectar over my tongue. I know that eating a
"professional girl's" pussy isn't usually what a man
hires her for, but I could easily see myself
squandering my savings in order to get her off orally.
It was a total pleasure for me, especially since she
was so orgasmic.

The next hour, though, could be the highlight of the
event for me. We went to the "make-up area", where
there was ample mirrors and special lighting. Then,
she taught me how to do her hair. It was a good thing
she left the nut ring on me!

I first carefully combed Jasmine's hair, toweled it,
and then combed it again. I combed her bangs straight
down, then she told me how to create a zig-zag part.
The shocking thing is that I had this fetish for so
long, and yet I was clueless how to achieve the look I
desired! It was as if I feared learning about how to
do it would lessen the sexuality for me. Touching her
hair like this really set those fears to rest. I had a
painfully hard erection the entire time.

She asked if I wanted her hair fluffy or sleek.
Without hesitation, I said, "sleek". Accordingly, she
had me apply some hair gook that would make her hair
shiny and smooth, like glossy mahogany, while still
allowing it to be swingy and sexy.

With the goop on her hair, she first let me curl her
bangs under. Wow! They really accented her eyes. Then
she showed me how to use the flatiron to complete her
style. I was totally aroused by the activity, and
Jasmine made it "worse" by squeezing my erection
intermittently. When her hair was flipped out as
before, she gave me a slow blowjob. Of course, with
the nut ring on, all I could do was drool precum. I
did a lot of that! Her large eyes looked up at me,
laughing, while she brushed her teeth on my cock. Oh
damn.

Finally, she told me she was going to fuck me. Fuck me
good. Fuck me with a strap on. Shit! I had actually
forgotten the butt plug I was wearing. My attention
had been elsewhere. She commanded me to go lie down on
the bed while she got ready. It was all I could do to
not touch myself while I waited. My cock bobbed up and
down, oozing precum.

When she came in, I had to blink, twice. She was
wearing a white robe (which really accented her
hair!), but there was definitely a bulge. She parted
the robe and let it drop, and I gasped. She was
wearing a rubber thong, out of which protruded a thick
black cock. The dildo was about as thick as the
fattest part of the butt plug! It wasn't very long,
thank god, but I was definitely going to remember
this!

"Ready?" she asked, and I knew the question was
rhetorical. Mutely, I nodded. She gripped my cock, and
with the other hand rudely pulled out the butt plug. I
gasped, my ass quivering, and then she put the head of
the strap-on dildo at my entrance and slid in. At long
last, I was the one being fucked.

She used my sore prick as a grip to get some good
thrusting in. I got such conflicting sensations. The
pain of her firm grip on me, versus the unbelievable
pleasure of being fucked by an athletic beauty. I
mean, she looked like an angel to me, but she was
definitely reaming me well.

After fifteen minutes, I was literally aching to
orgasm. I had drooled so much my cockeye was chapped.
But Jasmine wasn't done. Suddenly, her thrusts got
very jerky. She was cumming from fucking me. I had
received enormous pleasure without release, and yet
she was orgasming. It was unfair. I had been cruelly
used, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

She pulled out of me, and told me to come over and
clean her cock. Disgusted and turned on, I did,
fellating her dirty prick. She fucked my mouth long
enough to see I was subjected to her will completely.
Then, smiling, she kissed me deeply, and told me to go
take a shower and get ready to go out. I remembered
that I had asked her to be on my arm at a fancy
dinner, and I guess that plan hadn't changed.

By the time I was out of the shower, Jasmine had
gotten herself dressed. She wore a very sexy short
dress, which was slit up high enough to see the tops
of her thigh-high hose. She was obviously wearing hose
that permitted access to her pussy, which I found very
sexy. She lifted her dress to show me she was still
wearing the strap-on! She had put on sheer black
panties, which forced her dildo to point up, but she
would wear an erection when we went out. I could only
imagine the humiliation she could subject me to.

Turns out, I needn't have feared that. It was merely
an effective mental ploy. We strolled through the
lobby and casino area, letting all the men (and some
women) gawk at the extremely sexy creature I was with.
I knew I would be the object of jealousy, which was
the point.

We went to a fancy steakhouse, where the maitre 'd
scowled at us. I am sure he knew she was a hooker, and
he didn't want that at his restaurant. He seated us in
a very dark, very romantic part of the restaurant
where we could discretely make out. Jasmine squeezed
my cock a lot, and made me squeeze hers. She told me
she was going to fuck me at the Bellagio's fountains,
right in front of everyone. After finger-feeding each
other a decadent chocolate mousse, we did go to the
Bellagio's fountains, but we only kissed outrageously
until a old woman gambler told us to get a room.
Giggling, we went back to my room.

In the elevator, she did make me get on my knees and
give her a blow job, but that was just for fun. With
my lips wrapped around her shaft, she told me she was
going to fuck me hard while I squealed like a girl.
Back in the room, she made me strip and get ready
while she watched.

I took her at first while on my back, legs spread
wide. She rolled the rubber ring over my prick, adding
to the nut ring that had remained in place. Then she
pulled up her dress and down her panties, then pushed
her faux cock into me.

Her thrusts were deep, to the hilt. I had to grunt
with each thrust, but the pain was balanced by
watching her shiny sleek hair sway as she worked me.
After a bit of forceful fucking, she pulled out,
leaned over me, and softly sucked my blood-engorged
cock. I watched her zig-zag part as she suckled me
tenderly, again wishing I could just erupt.

She had me roll onto the floor, my chest on the bed.
She removed her clothes, then began fucking my ass
again. I felt her breasts flatten against my back, and
then her hair brushed me, and then her lips found my
nape. I couldn't help but moan, even when she spanked
my ass cheeks hard a few times.

By now, my asshole was very sore and Jasmine admitted
her back ached with the unaccustomed movement. By
agreement, I lay on the bed and she sat on my face
while I tried my damndest to get her off. She was
extremely wet, with plentiful juices. She lifted off
my face, and sat reverse cowgirl fully on my ringed
cock. Watching her hair bounce while she humped me
pushed my excitement level up another notch. Then she
sat back on my face, her now-open cunt dripping
wetness.

All good things must eventually end, and this chapter
ended very sexily. Still on my back, Jasmine laid
face-first on the bed, her mouth on my cock. After a
minute of exquisite torture, she carefully removed my
cock ring, then my nut ring. Then she sucked me for
just a few seconds, and did something I'll never
forget. She swung her hair over my cock, tickling it
with the brush-like flipped ends. She urged me to cum,
and I simply could not stop myself. I sprayed several
heavy shots into her hair, then she captured the rest
in her mouth. Finally, she moved up and gave me a
snowball of my own cum. Wow!

There was more to the night, like another bath and
beauty session, more fucking, and lots of oral,
including creampies. There was even some sleep
involved! But mainly, it would be a repeat of what you
have already read.

All in all, this was the best night of my life.

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