Free Assariyah by La'Toya Makanjuola Page A

fast,” I said, trying to ease the tension in the room.
    “Take off your clothes,” he repeated again.
    “Okay I get it you wanna get straight to business but nothing is going to happen unless I see some money first.”
    “You’ll get your money later,” he scowled.
    What a douche bag I thought. It was common knowledge that escorts did not perform until payment was sorted.
    “No money, no action,” I said, teasingly, still trying to lighten the mood but his facial expression remained unchanged.
    He walked over to a little stand across the room and grabbed a wad of cash and waved it at me.
    “I’ve got money, now take off your clothes,” he said as he handed over the cash.
    I took off my clothes and stood in the middle of the room completely naked. Even though I had been naked in front of men numerous of times, the way he glared at me made me feel very uncomfortable.
    “You black whore bitch, don’t just stand there, put them on,” he said, pointing to the skin tight leather outfit with a matching face mask on the bed. The bed looked like it had been infested with a million and one cum stains and someone forgot to change the sheets. I spotted the whip on the floor. Now I was cool with role play but this shit was just way too much. He was taking this to a whole other level but, as they say, different strokes for different folks. I knew one thing for sure though, if there was any whipping taking place I’d be the one lashing out. My skin was way too smooth and beautiful to pick up scars over one dude’s freaky fetish. The quicker I got this over with the sooner I could get outta there.
    “Arrrrrgggghhhh,” I screamed out in pain from the bastard pulling me down to the floor by my hair. “What are you playing at? I’m leaving.”
    “You’re not going anywhere, I’ve paid for you now I’m going to treat you like the tramp you are.”
    His eyes were filled with so much fury and that really frightened the hell out of me. My heart was racing, something wasn’t right about this guy and I wanted out. I ran towards the door but he got there before me and blocked the exit.
    “Move out my way,” I ordered.
    “Or what, bitch?” he growled, slapping me across my face.
    I cried out in pain, rubbing the side of my cheek.
    “Just let me go please.”
    “Be careful what you wish for whore.” He pulled a knife out of his pocket then pushed me down on the bed pressing the knife against my throat. “I’ll let you go to your maker but first I’m going to have fun with you.”
    He unzipped his trousers and smirked at me as he slapped his dick across my face. Tears filled my eyes and started streaming down my face. I did not want to die, especially not like this, but the more I tried to fight him the more pain he inflicted on me. I tried to scream but he shoved his dick in my mouth to silence me. I bit down hard on his penis and watched him grimace in pain. This made him extra mad, he ran his blade all over me threatening to slash my face. He continued to slap me and choke me with his dick, making me suck him off against my will.
    I needed this to be over, I couldn’t stomach this bastard being inside me, with every pump and thrust I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. He closed his eyes but never stopped yelling profanities at me. His eyes were closed but I knew that he could open them any minute so I had to be super quick. I reached into my bag which was on the floor and felt around for my phone and speed dialled Dino’s number. I prayed that he would be able sense that something was wrong. I never called him on a job but I needed him now.
    “Please let me go,” I cried out loudly, hoping that Dino could hear me.
    “Don’t worry as soon as I cum, I’m gonna slash you into pieces filthy whore.”
    The torture did not stop. He was biting me, pulling and ramming his dick forcefully in and out my hole. Every time I thought he was coming the pain just intensified. It had been ten minutes or so since I