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and lust that was well received. He was treating me like his plaything, and I think I liked it.
    I toyed with him as I looked at him, moaning lusciously as I felt him throbbing inside of me . I wanted to tease him the way he teased me with that whip, and I wanted to make him spray his sweet nectar in every which direction. I had never experienced a man’s juice before, but after everything I was already doing, there was a first time for everything.
    “Shit,” he said as he began to breathe heavier.
    “Are you going to give it to me?” I asked unexpectedly and to my surprise.
    Kurt moaned, my words having a profound effect on him, as his eyes almost rolled back into his head . He pulled out of me and stroked it quickly as his sweet nectar began to flow out of his dick like the Trevi Fountain.
    “Fuck,” he moaned as his legs quivered.
    I felt some of it spray on me as the rest shot in every which direction, from past me to over my head. It was like D-Day, and I was dodging the bullets as they screamed through the air. The flow began to die down, and Kurt, who was breathing heavier than a marathon runner, placed his hand on my ass, which was still stuck up in the air as he needed support.
    He grabbed two towels, hidden on the side of his bed, and tossed one to me as he used the other to wipe his face down as the glistening sweat soaked up the towel.
    “You’re a really good time,” he said as his breathing began to go back to normal.
    I put the towel on the bed and rolled over onto it, as his nectar began to leave my ass and stick to the crisp white towel.
    As I stood up, my dress, which was still on all this time, fell down and I picked up my panties from the floor and put them back on quickly, as if I was trying to get out as fast as I could.
    “Let’s go hit the sack . That was almost too much,” he said as he put his boxers back on and slung his pants over his shoulder.
    I smiled, grabbed his hand, and walked out of this dungeon and to his bedroom, which was very different from the room I was just deflowered in . Was this really happening? Did this mean Kurt and I were going to be more than a one-night stand? After all, I didn’t think he’d invite anyone to come and sleep in his house. You were the most vulnerable sleeping, and with all of his money and possessions, I didn’t think he wanted to take that chance.
    As we got in bed and Kurt wrapped his arms around me from behind, I realized that maybe I had him all wrong . The tabloids must’ve been all rumors, and there was a chance that he was a good guy tainted with the title of playboy. Maybe things were truly starting to look up.

Chapter Four
     
    A few weeks had passed since my encounter with Kurt , and I hadn’t heard a word from him. I was slightly pissed, but I guess I had an inkling that something like this could happen. I had thought he was different when he asked me to stay the night, but it just turned into what everybody else in the media had said. He was a playboy and womanizer, and I was just another pawn in his proverbial sexual chessboard.
    He did ask for my number and said he’d call, but when I asked for his , he said he couldn’t give it out because his agent or something would get pissed at him because of this whole fiasco that happened a year ago. I thought that was bullshit, since he had no problem sticking his unwrapped meat inside of me, but I digress. Maybe it was just a night of fun and nothing else.
    Morgan, and of course some friends she had told, didn’t stop hounding me that first week. I was asked what we did, where we went, if we had sex, and everything else in between. Even though we did hook up, I didn’t tell any of them that, not even Morgan. There was a certain amount of shame that went with it, almost like you were admitting you were being a slut.
    I still kept up my cam responsibilities, if you want to call them that, and luckily for me my normal clients kept coming, and even some more. The only truly good thing